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Admittedly, Necros had gotten a bit lost. Even before they pretty much lost the majority of their memories, they had a habit of losing direction, but now that their mind was foggy and all frazzled, they had forgotten where they were a lot easier. Maybe it was good to get out of the castle, though-they had a chance to think about things. But after falling asleep multiple times on their trip and busting open their nose once, it was hard not to focus on the pain in their nose. Warmth ran along their muzzle, surely blood from their wounded nose. They hated the smell, oddly nervous about it. It seemed they had never liked the sight nor smell of it.
They lifted their head, realizing they had come across an abandoned school. They glanced around, worried they had stumbled across a clan's border, as it was difficult to smell anything but the copper of the blood. Deciding to check it out, they took a seat and spoke out, breaking the eery silence with their voice-almost a whisper.
"Hello? I'm Necros, I'm hoping to join," they swallowed to wet their throat, awaiting someone's arrival. They were a bit nervous, as interaction with others had always seemed to make them on edge, mostly because they weren't the most sociable.
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ikr??
i'm actually planning on making a character based off one of the countries c;
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track for future reference
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Necros nodded to the first to appear, hoping they didn't seem to distant. They wanted to appear as someone friendly, and didn't want to already leave a bad impression. They were about to speak, but was cut off, blinking at his...long name. They weren't even sure if they could repeat it. Then, as someone else appeared, they cracked a small smile. It was a bit comical, and it had been a long time since they had felt any sort of happy feeling. It was a nice change in their perspective.
"Ah, a pleasure to meet you both," they replied, feeling almost a little cheerful, being around seemingly more upbeat people. Their clan-mates in Eden were plagued by uneasiness and gloom after the trail, but here, the air didn't feel quite as tense. They were about to ask if they had a medic to patch up their nose, but they soon realized they could probably treat it themselves, though they weren't sure where they'd gotten the knowledge. They decided to question it later.
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They looked up, simply shaking their head. "O-Oh, don't worry about me, I have enough knowledge to fix it...I think," they said, a bit uncertain. Maybe they could learn more from their medics. It might just come in handy.
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i never even finished it
i didn't even finish the first season /cri
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Necros, curious themselves, stepped up beside Vanillabean. Their eyes roamed over the Thunderclanner, taking a sniff of their scent and confirming it. They were allies, at least, so they were put at ease a bit more. Hoping they weren't being nosy or interrupting, they took a seat and awaited what they had to say.
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i've finished watching playthroughs of the game, but i never watched the anime
i feel like it'd be kinda useless, since i know what'll happen
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Necros was startled by the sudden boom, nearly falling into a heap by the strong emotion. They hated being caught off guard because of that sole reason. Their consequences for strong emotions were hard to handle half the time, but somehow they managed, blinking their eyes tiredly before wobbly making their way to where the sound came from. They came across all the people gathered, NPCs glancing around worriedly. They narrowed their eyes, naturally catching onto this stranger's wavering voice. However, they didn't say anything, trying to avoid any conflict.
"Um...," their mouth opens and closes, struggling to figure out what to say. "I'm Necros...nice to meet you," they figured they might as well introduce themselves, since Windchimes had done so.
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Necros approached the two, standing beside Windchimes, their eyes roaming over the stranger. They glanced over at the leader, a bit puzzled. Apparently he wasn't on good terms with the group. Still, they wouldn't question, instead staying silent and looking down at their paws, shuffling them in the dirt. If he had been chased off or whatever, they didn't know why he was coming back, as Windchimes seemed pretty irritated he was here.
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Necros wasn't the best at hunting themselves. They weren't even good in combat, and taking another's life made them a bit uneasy. Maybe that was why they didn't go hunting often. They were more of the pacifist type, unless it came down to it and they had no choice. But they might as well tag along, trotting up to them and nodding. Nowadays, they barely spoke, slowly becoming more and more quiet, only speaking when they had to. Even then, they only said so much.
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i mean
necros is pretty much an expert at pretending everything's fine
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Necros had never felt...correct, here in Eden. Surely they belonged somewhere, somewhere else, but they weren't sure where. Maybe they didn't quite fit anywhere. They were an outcast with little to no memories, and with none around to help them figure it all out. They felt lonely; they had no friends to fall back on, heck, even some enemies would be nice right now. Anything to help them to dull the ache they felt. Now, with some place else to go-as they didn't want to be left completely at their own mercy-they felt the confidence they needed to head out. They were looking forward to a new life, but with little hope, a small flicker inside them. It seemed they had always been a sort of pessimist.
Reaching the border, they were bare, as they didn't have many belongings to bring with them. Except for a satchel wrapped around their mid-section, they had nothing. Inside were some books they had gotten from God knew where. Most of them were on normal topics, like encyclopedias and novels to occupy their time, but others were a bit more strange, like a few guides to magic and rituals. What they were going to do with these guides, none knew.
They turned back, throwing a glance towards the castle, taking a deep breathe of the air-this would be their last time here. They weren't sure if they would end up coming back one day, though the idea was a bit tempting. They had almost created a sort of bond with this place. They feared the inevitable goodbyes of their clan-mates, unsure if they could withstand it-they may not have known any of them very personally, but they still hated goodbyes. Farewells like these were a last resort, last words to one another before a person left. So, instead of waiting around, they turned and fled. They were a coward, they had realized-and accepted-that much already.
//i might have them come back one day, but until i get more muse for them so i can actually keep up, adios!
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Necros was intrigued. This person had come bearing some sort of news, maybe something to look forward to? They only hoped it would be good as they trotted up to stand beside Windchimes. They were a bit uncomfortable, however, as the leader pointed out that this stranger had gone past the border. Either they had some sort of ill intent, or this news was very important, for some reason or another. Glancing over at the female, they turned back to this odd messenger, awaiting what they had to say.
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★ NECROS CORVIN-NEVERMORE | NO NICKNAMES | NON-BINARY [they/them/their]
— domestic canine / borzoi
— 1 year / created 7/8/16 / residing in The District (teacher / task division)
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faceclaim;; Liechtenstein from APH
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Necros felt lonely in the world, none to lean on or even some sort of recollection of their past friends. They had next to nothing now, and maybe that was why they felt such a crushing sadness most of the time, a dark contrast to the mostly lively attitude of their current residence. There were a few things that weren't so cheerful, but everyone had those times, especially a group such as this. They wanted to feel better, though-they wanted to make a few friends, although they would go about it carefully. They weren't a very trusting person, as they had no way of knowing one's true intentions.
However, everyone here seemed friendly so far. None of them seemed the cruel type, the one to crush another for their own benefit or amusement, they didn't appear vicious at all. Except for maybe Greyscale, the guy who seemed to follow around the leader a lot, although Windchimes didn't seem to like him much. That much had been made apparent from her harsh greeting at the border when he came. Momentarily caught up in their thoughts, they managed to ground themselves again, focusing on the bleak walls of the school halls. They were old-looking, stains tainting the paint, the ruined white breaking away into the wood of doors to classrooms.
It was a bit unusual, staying in a place where humans once roamed. It almost made them a bit uncomfortable, but it didn't appear that they would return anytime soon. Taking a breath, they settled in and sat against on of the walls, flipping through the pages of a book. It had been a while since they read anything.
@Windchimes
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even tho i'm like super bad with private threads, i wanna get them out there, so i'll be taking some interactions and plots and what not
if you have an idea and don't see it listed, just ask me!
open to;;
frienships
friendly rivalries
enemies (hard to make, might be one-sided unless they do something to really piss them off)
crushes (on them)
mentor/teaching someone something or being taught
giving books or reading with them
a therapist sort of relationship
AU threads
any other major plots/character development
short and long-term plots
iffy about/needs some thought or discussion;;
capture/major injury
romance
crushes (on another character/mutual)
mental torture
adoption (as any family member, not only as a child)
not open to;;
rape
physical torture (maybe some day)
litters
death
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