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  • ode to viceroy ✨ tags

    <p><woltlab-metacode data-name="center" data-attributes=""><woltlab-metacode data-name="fancypost" data-attributes="WyJib3JkZXItd2lkdGg6MHB4OyB3aWR0aDogNDY1cHg7IHRleHQtYWxpZ246IGp1c3RpZnk7IGZvbnQtZmFtaWx5OiB2ZXJkYW5hOyBmb250LXNpemU6IDguNHB0OyBsaW5lLWhlaWdodDogMS40Il0="><span style="font-size: 8pt;">OPINIONS &amp; CHOICES IC / <strong><span style="color:#0D0D0D;">"SPEECH"</span></strong> / BUMP THREADS AFTER 2 DAYS</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong><span style="color:#0D0D0D;">GENERAL INFO /</span></strong> THREAD HUB / HEART CHART / PLOTTING THREAD<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> sullivan / male [he/him]<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> scorpio<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> 10 months / ages at my own discretion <br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> noclan / citizen<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> cannot recall most of his past<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> warning: homophobic</span>
    <span style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong><span style="color:#0D0D0D;"><br><br>RELATIONSHIPS /</span></strong><span style="color:#C0C0C0;"><strong> RULES OF ENGAGEMENT /</strong></span> ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅕ ⅛<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> single / open / not really looking<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> unknown x unknown<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> strictly looking for hetero partners<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> ½ of nothing</span> <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong><span style="color:#0D0D0D;">APPEARANCE /</span></strong><strong> <span style="color:#C0C0C0;"><a href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/4b/d9/32/4bd932046f7390ecbe6874372044bcef.jpg">REFERENCE.</a> /</span> <span style="color:#C0C0C0;">STATUS /</span></strong> STABLE [80%]<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> charcoal laperm cat with short, wavy fur<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> large grey eyes<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> on the smaller side
    <br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> weighs 5lbs<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> wears a light denim jacket with the collar popped<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> has a dark ring around his right eye (resembles a black eye)<br><span style="color:#000;">—</span> <strong><span style="color:#0D0D0D;">INJURIES/ILLNESSES</span></strong>: none</span>
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    <p><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong><span style="color:#0D0D0D;">BEHAVIOUR /</span></strong><strong> <a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ChaoticNeutral"><span style="color:#C0C0C0;">CHAOTIC NEUTRAL</span></a> / <a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BadLiar"><span style="color:#C0C0C0;">A.</span></a> / <a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheInsomniac"><span style="color:#C0C0C0;">B.</span></a> / <a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HatesBeingTouched"><span style="color:#C0C0C0;">C.</span> </a> / <a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AggressiveCategorism"><span style="color:#C0C0C0;">D.</span></a> / <a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreWhatYouHate"><span style="color:#C0C0C0;">E.</span></a></strong> <br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> freely speaks his mind</span> <span style="font-size: 8pt;">/ often talks before thinking<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> <strong>heart </strong>over head<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> <strong>street smart</strong> over book smart<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> confident adrenaline junkie<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> slow to emotionally trust<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> fairly friendly and easy to befriend, though a toxic friend to have</span>
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    <p><span style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong><span style="color:#0D0D0D;">INTERACTION /</span></strong><strong> <a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PintSizedPowerhouse"><span style="color:#C0C0C0;">PINT SIZED POWERHOUSE</span></a> / <a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BloodKnight"><span style="color:#C0C0C0;">BLOOD KNIGHT</span></a> / <a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PintSizedPowerhouse"><span style="color:#C0C0C0;">COMBAT PRAGMATIST</span></a></strong><br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> tough physical difficulty / easy mental difficulty<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> can powerplay peaceful &amp; non-lethal actions<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> pm <a href="https://feralfront.com/user/274733-fakie/">@Fakie</a> to plot</span><br><br></p>
    <p><span style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong><span style="color:#0D0D0D;">POWERS /</span></strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;"></span><br></p>
    <p><span style="font-size: 8pt;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> memory manip / forgotten / <strong>backstory only</strong><br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> super strength / discovered / mastered<br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/YlHBDaz.png" alt="YlHBDaz.png"> telekinesis / discovered / unmastered (only used for knives)</span><span style="font-size: 8pt;"><br></span></p>

  • ode to viceroy ✨ tags

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    <li class="text-justify">a hedonist by nature, sullivan is interested in fulfilling his own desires and not much else. in doing so he will usually show little respect toward the law and those who enforce it as the authority type has prevented him from living freely in the past (leaving a lasting negative impression that categorizes authority figures into one sour stereotype). falling into the chaotic neutral alignment his aims are not inherently malevolent, nor will he go out of the way to act maliciously. he may flip flop between the good and bad guys depending on what benefits him. he is indifferent to heroes, villains, and the conflicts that divide them; sometimes a guy just wants to kick some ass and help an elder across the street without being limited to either or.</li>
    <li class="text-justify">despite his neutrality, he is generally not an open minded individual. his views are his own and the difference between what society deems as right and wrong does not equate into what <em>sullivan </em>views as incorrect; this may lead to politically incorrect slurs relating to gender and sexuality when prompted (he doesn't stand on a soapbox from dawn til dusk blabbing away about how wrong it is to be gay. seeing a same sex couple might cause him to exit the thread or make a disgusted comment depending on the situation.)</li>
    <li class="text-justify">most of his distaste toward homosexuals is derived from buried insecurity with his own sexuality, though it shouldn't be overtly noticeable considering he's generally able to come off as outwardly confident and doesn't relate much bad talk to himself (ie. quick to defend his own sexuality, saying things like "no homo"). intelligent characters with knowledge of psychology may pick up on this out if they spend enough time around him. any non-platonic relationships he holds with feminine characters will likely feel off due to lack of genuine interest on his side, as he uses females for his own security. prone to leading girls on.<br><br>though his usual behavior and tendencies may categorise him as a jerk in most social tenses, sullivan tends to act a bit kinder toward strangers and acquaintances. expand on this later. <br>
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    <li class="text-justify">notable vocal patterns/quirks include a volume medium-low by default, changing around what he previously said when asked to repeat himself, and replacing swears with different words or similar sounding variations (hell to heck, fuck/fucker to eff/effer). his talking speed is on the slower side, and he hardly ever sounds overly stressed or on edge - he has a relaxed voice overall.</li>
    <li class="text-justify">expand on his being a masochist (not submissively) here</li>
    <li class="text-justify">also maybe adrenaline junkie stuff here</li>
    <li class="text-justify">hobbies include brawling, making dumb bets, dumpster diving, and collecting bottle caps &amp; pins. occasionally finds jewelry and other trinkets on dives, which he uses as trade currency for knives mostly. frequently eats candy cigarettes, makes sure to squash bugs when he spots them, rolls his eyes when he's nervous.<br><br>sense of humour notes: brash, immature due to his young age, sort of weird but he doesn't really give a shit </li>
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  • hollow / storage

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    TAGS ☹ — Cupcake ipsum dolor. Sit amet jujubes topping caramels. Cheesecake caramels cake powder ice cream ice cream donut lollipop halvah. Cake lollipop cake chocolate cake pie caramels. Oat cake cake toffee chocolate cake tootsie roll powder caramels soufflé. Candy chupa chups dragée soufflé ice cream I love muffin macaroon pie. Chocolate chocolate cake I love sesame snaps cheesecake. Halvah liquorice cookie lemon drops gummi bears wafer sugar plum. Jelly beans cookie chocolate bar sweet roll I love candy jelly beans. Marshmallow halvah I love. Marshmallow cheesecake croissant chupa chups sweet roll I love gingerbread. Cookie powder halvah brownie danish I love. Sesame snaps jelly beans I love sesame snaps bonbon sweet roll toffee dragée."Oh my, and the butterscotch drops too!" I cry.

  • placement help?

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    TAGS ☹ — [color=#0D0D0D]recently made this dude but i've been stuck on picking a group for a few days now (was thinking of the rift at one point but idk?). i've been gone a few months and there's a handful of groups that i don't recognise so any assistance would be much appreciated. his tags are linked at the top if it helps, and i'm not particular to any pace or alignment :>

  • surf rocking / joiner

    TAGS ☹ — Through the tough material of a cylinder shaped rucksack strapped to the back of a curly charcoal cat came upbeat vocals backed by slick guitar rifts and righteous drum solos. Along side those muffled tunes jangled the sounds of the pack's contents shifting and colliding with one another, a result of either side overlapping his narrow frame. Every belonging he had collected in his ten months easily surmounted to a load over thrice the boy's size, yet onward he strolled without any real destination. One might call this lost, but Sullivan did not give much of a care toward where his destination ended up being so long as it got him out of the blazing hot summer sun which seemed to just adore the dark coat of fur he was so blessed to be born with.

    Eventually his aimless wandering led him out of the sun and into a vast stretch of land dense with looming old trees. It was only slightly cooler under the leafy coverage overhead, but at least inside he discovered a piece of evidence pointing to civilization; said discovery came in the form of a spot which, at a first glance, looked like every other square inch of the jungle... aside from a scattering of fresh prints in a barely visible little trail. His expression may not have shown it, but he was relieved to see that someone had passed through recently.

    "Yoo-hoo, anyone home?" he would call, though it sounded more like a question to himself on account of his naturally lower volume. A buzzing noise from an invisible bug hovered in his ear, but other than that and the quiet music playing in the background it was relatively quiet. He poked around the area some more just to make sure, peeking around a tree as if someone would casually be chilling there. "O-K then. I dunno if 'm talking to myself here, but it'd be cool if someone came out of nowhere and asked me why I'm trespassing or whatever. 'Cause it's like - kind of weird that I haven't run into anyone yet y'know?"

    /when u haven't rp'd in a literal eon
    what's shaking my dudes :^)

  • surf rocking / joiner

    TAGS style="font-size: 12pt;">☹ — When the shadow of a spread wingspan swooped by his first reaction was to step back a bit, and when the winged stranger landed before him he cocked his head a bit. Their unique appearance was enough to draw his attention away from the awkward landing, as he was already focused on eyeing up the impressive three sets of wings they sported. He'd never seen anything like it - never mind the rest of their odd body. "Wow," he gasped, "sweet wings. And I'm trespassing in ShadowClan, I guess, because I have nothing better to do." He replied with a relaxed shrug.

    The buzzing returned to orbit around his head, and a quick swat to his neck immediately silenced it. "Coincidentally I'm also looking for a place to crash... Think you could hook me up?" In between exchanges of conversation he distracted himself by turning his paw over to reveal a glob of blood and mosquito guts, then proceeded to discreetly wipe it off on a decomposing leaf.

  • surf rocking / joiner

    TAGS ☹ — His sharp grey gaze trailed up from examining the ground to meet Beautifulspirit's own eyes after they uttered their initial response. Excited to learn his search for a home was finally over, he patiently waited while they wiped away some stray tears - in the mean time he watched the rest of the colourful strips flutter in a gentle breeze. It was weird they were crying, he thought, but then again crying wasn't exactly the strangest thing he'd seen that day. Maybe they had allergies? That would explain why there were so many ribbons ready to be used... But, regardless of any potential reasoning he still had to bite his tongue with extra force to avoid bringing it up. "Right back at ya Beautiful. Name's Sullivan - thanks a ton for letting me stay." He happily returned.

    Assuming it was fine to walk without risking having his head torn off by more hidden ShadowClanners, he shifted the weight of his rucksack and took a few steps past his teary eyed greeter; he was only guessing the direction of their camp, and figured they would correct him if he was wrong. During a brief pause mid-step to make sure he wasn't marching off alone Sullivan said over his shoulder "let's get going then ay? These dang blood suckers are eating me alive!"

  • surf rocking / joiner

    TAGS ☹ — Having guessed the right direction, Sullivan would keep going in pace with Beautifulspirit so they could walk and talk some more. His ears were trained on listening to them and not much else given their mellow surroundings, so when the topic of his bag was brought up he was surprised to hear the muffled music coming from inside as if it were suddenly prominent and louder than before. Music had become such a constant noise in his life over the past couple of days that eventually the songs melded into background sounds, where he still heard it but could not exactly recall what had last played. With his new found awareness his head started bobbing to the beat of the distant lyrics and he casually answered "Smuggling bodies."

    From somewhere nearby came a greeting delivered by a yell. He didn't know where it came from exactly, but whoever it was couldn't have came at a better time - he wanted to leave some room before revealing the fib and greeting someone else was a perfect excuse. He turned his head just in time to catch sight of another stranger, presumably a member of ShadowClan, barrelling toward them alarmingly quick. For a moment he thought they might fall, but unfortunate to Sullivan they arrived safely. "Bean, what's good? I'm Sullivan." He briefly greeted, then glanced back the other way.

    A loose smirk cracked at his features as he chuckled dryly, shaking his head. "I actually just keep all of my stuff inside since I move around a lot... But dead bodies seemed less boring."

  • Esto Hay Que Tomarlo Sin Ningún Apuro // Free Mojitos

    TAGS ☹ — A little ways away lay Sullivan, stretched out and chilling in the shade. Half his face was pressed against the denim sleeve covering his outstretched foreleg while his one open eye lazily followed the small gathering of folks socialising over drinks. While he may be a stranger to ShadowClan, Sullivan was no stranger to alcohol. The sensation of swallowing liquid fire, an aftertaste which was overwhelmingly cinnamon flavoured, sputtering like an idiot and wondering if everyone just pretended to like the stuff. His first (and last) drinking venture hadn't been one to write home about without some minor adjustments, yet he found himself on his paws approaching out of sheer curiosity.


    His slow paced walking came to a stop near the legs behind creating the drinks he'd been eyeballing. Their height difference was great enough to justify a slight tilt of the feline's chin, and he offered a crooked little twitch of his maw resembling a friendly smirk as he drawled "what's up," before his gaze flickered toward the table behind the hyena.


    He wandered over with intentions of nabbing one for himself, but now that he was closer up the green themed garnishes stood out. Sullivan thought they were a tad bit girly for his taste, however it could have been worse - at least they weren't tinted pink and strawberry scented. So he would let the cute lime wedge slide and ditch that train of thought in favour of figuring out how the hell a cat was supposed to even grab a glass - he hadn't had this problem with bottles since their necks were shaped perfectly for holding in one's jaws. Recalling the plastic bottle of pure cinnamon Hell he remembered finding a knife that night, which sparked a light bulb moment. Focusing on a single Mojito with an intense stare he waited until it started to shakily hover, clumsily floating toward him after a few seconds. By the time it arrived to the spot he'd picked to sit he was left with maybe half thanks to spilling - which he promptly downed in one go.