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GENERAL INFO /

✩ dror / male [he/him]

✩ unknown age / immortal except death via drought

✩ also known as "graceful sunlight" and "seamster"

✩ light elemental

✩ member of the sanctum

✩ played by globally

RELATIONSHIPS / RULES OF ENGAGEMENT /   

✩ open to friendships / open to long-term platonic partners

✩ asexual aromantic

✩ older sibling of "restful darkness"

✩ fifth in line of the nine blessings and sorrows

APPEARANCE /

✩ albino jaguar; average size, somewhat skinny

✩ pink eyes [due to albinism]; resting sad face

✩ walks softly, almost like he's gliding across the ground

— INJURIES/ILLNESSES: n/a

BEHAVIOR / DEVIL IN PLAIN SIGHT / A. / B. / C. / D.

✩ entp / true neutral / very intelligent / peaceful / dignified / patient / responsible / empathetic

✩ formal / absentminded / placid / private / solemn / somewhat amiable

✩ disloyal / fanciful / opportunistic / phlegmatic / pompous

— DISORDERS: n/a

INTERACTION / MARTIAL PACIFIST / LIGHT EM' UP

✩ physically intermediate / mentally easy

✩ won't start fights / may finish fights / prefers to solve problems with words

✩ as he is the "seamster" of the nine, he is able to spontaneously generate objects as well

as regenerate his own limbs and body parts

✩ able to manipulate light

✩ powerplay peaceful actions [healing, etc.]

✩ attack in BOLD

HISTORY /

✩ account created 06.23.1

✩ joined THE SANCTUM 07.01.17

☼ This territory was remarkably beautiful. The mist tickled the jaguar's ears as he stood at the border, his skinny frame perched upon a small rock, his squinted pink eyes scanning his surroundings, shivering slightly from the cold of the elevation. Beautiful indeed, albeit blurry, an impressionist painting of serene greens, blues, and browns, spread out before him. Yes, this would be an ideal location in which to reside. StormClan. He had not chosen the group based on any political affiliation, though the attitudes of some anti-Clans were quite off-putting to a fellow as peaceful as himself. No, not politics, but mainly scenery, if that was forgivable. Beauty attracted him like a moth to a flame.

He had been waiting for the past few hours, and would be content to wait for longer, though it would be preferable if someone found him before the sun set upon the area (he could create a lantern if he wished, or summon a bit of light to see by, but nothing he could create would fend off the brutal chill). The big cat wasn't difficult to spot amongst the stout firs, his white pelt gleaming in the sun. Someone would come soon.

☼ Unfortunately, due to his dreadful lack of pigmentation, Dror's pelt remained unchanged; he was one of the only StormClanners not to wake up with a scream rattling in their throats. The jaguar let out a gentle yawn as he rose from his nest, primly maintained and woven with lavender to keep it smelling nice, not yet aware of the current situation, having slept through a good deal of the shrieks. As soon as he stepped out into the open, however, where he could see his Clanmates milling about, admiring their pastel coats, he immediately let out a yelp of surprise. Then looked at his own pelt, craning his neck to get a good look at the rest of his body.

Still white. He let out a long, defeated exhale. Crappy vision, occasional sunburns, and now this. His condition seemed to have a compulsion to steal away potentially fun things from him.

☼ A meeting? Dror padded over on soft paws to receive Blazestar's message, his gentle, elegant steps scarcely grazing the earth below him. It was fitting for a light elemental to walk in this way, gliding across the ground, just as weightless and graceful as their own ability, and settled into a sitting position toward the back of the crowd, rounded ears pricked with interest. This was his first as a full-fledged member of StormClan. Apparently, it was a meeting about opinions. He didn't have many, so it would be unlikely that he would be useful to the exchange.

☼ Unfamiliar names. Dror emerged from the cool shade of the mansion's interior, his pink gaze wandering about the gardens beyond, still not used to the wondrous scenery, as he padded gently toward the location of the meeting. He had yet to become acquainted with the creature that each title belonged to, but he murmured the softest of "congratulations" to the promoted members as he settled down upon the steps, his eyes shifting to who seemed to be the seat of authority in this meeting: Deadboy. His white fur, thin, almost sickly, blended into the aged wood. Except for the spots.

☼ hi yall i've just created dror and he needs sum PLOTS. if ur interested in whether ur character will mesh with him well (or poorly), feel free to check his tags for his personality! he is open to:

- friendships

- a queerplatonic partner (see here for definition)

- enemies

- fights

- injury (minor, major, maiming. all are good, bc he can just regenerate the body part like a few weeks later)

- capture

- fearing your character

- being annoyed by your character

- being crushed on by your character

☼ This territory wasn't as beautiful, at least from afar, as StormClan's towering, regal mountains and sprawling pine forests. However, it would certainly do; the silence, broken often enough by the shrill song of birds to avoid being eerie, indicated a haven of relative peace. It was warmer as well, wreathing with humid air that he was eager to gulp into his lungs. Shady. He would be able to avoid the sunburns that bloomed under his fur, moving about under the shade of the towering deciduous trees. UVB can't touch this.

This combination of factors had led to the sight of a white jaguar upon the border, his skinny form sitting contentedly atop a tree branch, his long tail flicking to and fro. Eyes closed: Mr. Meditation. He had been waiting for a few hours, but his impeccable posture remained steady. First impressions were important, and it would be improper for him to slouch.