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GENERAL:
▪ Macushla | Muh-coosh-la | ♂
▪ X of the Kinship Circle
▪ Demiromantic | Demisexual
▪ 12 Moons | Creation; Jan 2018

RELATIONSHIPS:
▪ Single | Crushing on no one
▪ ½ of nothing lmao
▪ NPC x NPC | Gen 1
↳ Taken in by the Circle

IMPORTANT FACTS:
▪ Always has a neutral expression unless mentioned
▪ Afflicted by an occasional cough that emits smoke
▪ Smells like burning Yew wood, fragrant
▪ Bleeds molten gold/amber blood that burns to the touch / saliva is similar
▪ Doesn't really sleep, takes short naps, vigilant af

PHYSICAL:
▪ DIREWOLF [birth/main]
— Macushla is a young jet black pelted direwolf with pale yet warm amber eyes. Though a large creature, his build is lean and so he relies on his speed and smarts in combat situations. His fur is less fluffy than the average direwolf's, giving him a sleek and slender look. Macushla carries around an aura of seriousness, his face usually rests on neutral and it is hard to get him to physically react.

PERSONALITY:
— Blunt, Intelligent, Stoic, Pessimistic, Peacekeeper, Extremist(radical)

Macushla has a strong personality. He will always make his opinion known, sometimes bluntly and doesn't care to sugar coat any of his words. This is because, when Macushla was a child, he was very used to being doted on for his 'adorable' outspoken and intelligent nature and he basked in said attention. However, as he aged, this trait become more and more of a problem since Macushla has difficulty keeping his mouth shut when it is necessary. And so, he could be seen as rather rude in his blunt ways but he only means for the best of the Circle and is only trying to help by offering a differing approach mostly in the form of the devil's advocate.

With his outspoken nature as the forefront of his personality, Macushla's other traits are rather quiet in comparison. He is not shy by the slightest but will not talk if not spoken to or if he doesn't have to. So with this in mind, Macushla doesn't actually converse often and only speaks when there is a situation where his opinion can be used. In essence, he is rather stoic and serious for the general part.

Macushla is an odd pessimist but a peacekeeper. He always believes that the worst will happen if it has a chance and this makes them rather the opposite of what the Kinship Circle believes in. He is extremely cautious and a worry wort with both traits factoring into how he has difficulty trusting others(creature who have not established themselves). However, Macushla can be professional and put aside his personal opinions to follow orders and rules. Of course, he would not pretend to be excited or happy about it but will grudgingly be obedient.

Macushla only draws the line where violence occurs because as a creature that holds peace above all, he refuses to accept any threat to the stability of his home. If something or someone is being aggressive, he will refuse to be civil with them and try his best to eliminate them before something bad happens. And so, Macushla can be very extreme, even using violent methods in his quest to keep things the way it should be: peaceful.

INTERACTION:
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▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
▪ Original application
▪ IC OPINIONS ONLY

GENERAL HISTORY:
▪ Macushla was born to two NPC direwolves outside of the Kinship Circle. However, he was orphaned extremely early and the traumatic experience was forgotten by him(he will remember in the future for plot point probs). He does not remember his parents but does recall a lullaby that his mother sang to him which referred to him as "Macushla".
▪ By the time the Circle found him, the pup was starved and disorientated. He could only recall that parents were gone and that he was sometimes called Macushla by his mother. Since he couldn't remember his official birth name, the members of the Circle decided to just call him by the petname. He's been with the Circle ever since.

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<sup>He left behind sunny Miami for this. Perhaps if the situation and weather had been different, he might have enjoyed his stay in the city that supposedly never slept but the pressing matters were disappointing. It wasn't the end of the world at all but Volkov preferred to work alone, much like how his name suggested. There was less room for error and disputes, not to forget to mention, more money for himself. A shared job was a hassle, he couldn't really trust his partner and who knows if he'll end up with a basketcase? But he did have to admit that the target was rather difficult to get and that their lovely employer had offered fat stacks for their cooperation and success. There wasn't much to complain about despite how his 'ritual' might change.

Anyhow, said employer had arranged for the two to meet in a nice little lowkey bar. They were first tasked to 'get to know each other' to ensure the smoothness of the job. From there, they had to coordinate time schedules and intelligence, it was almost like a school group project if they were about murder and/or torture. With that said, Volkov arrived early, per usual. Dressed in mildly formal wear, he was already comfortably seated at a secluded booth away from all the low noise with his drink of choice; gin and tonic.</sup>

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<sup>Anonymity was key for the most part. However, for Volkov's case, it was hard to stay anonymous when his family were co-workers and bosses of his. But at least that meant there was substantial protection for himself if something fell through. As for when he is 'rented' out to business partners or family friends like now, he did take on a faceless identity of sorts; Gevaudan. It wasn't a name chosen by himself, for himself, it was tradition for the leading matriarch/patriarch to christen a false name for each and every one of them. Thankfully, his own was vaguely fitting.

Whilst taking measured sips out of the ice chilled glass, he would notice the arrival of another man, supposedly his partner. His dark eyes raised up to the stranger's face, taking note of their physique and outward posture. They seemed to fit the role of a killer. He must be the one. "It's open," he answered simply as he set the glass down to give the other man his undivided attention. "You must be Seoho, yes?" Volkov continued in his usual quiet tone, "please forgive me if I butchered the pronunciation." An oriental sounding moniker, that sort of stuff was easy to slip up on. Surely, something as small as this would not get in the way of their cooperation.</sup>

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<sup>The other man didn't offer much, very neutral and plain. It was difficult to get information about them as well. Seoho was well hidden, Volkov was only able to find a few past hits of the other man, nothing else. Nevsky was a practical ghost, a careful and supposedly lucky man in this industry. "You know your history," Volkov remarked with a smirk, he was mildly surprised that this stranger was versed in the old 'myth'. It was only a handful of times that someone said something about it, "I think we'll get along splendidly." He hoped so.

So far, Seoho didn't seem like much of a fuck up. The other man didn't seem like a straight psycho but rather quiet like himself. Thank god. He didn't need a partner who was incessantly buzzing like a bee. Quiet was key. Tapping his glass of gin and tonic, Volkov queried, "why don't you order a drink? It'll be my treat."</sup>

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<sup>Clear head? He supposed that the other main either was light weight, which they obviously did not seem like, or when they began to drink, they did not have the ability to stop. He supposed it must be the latter. Despite how oriental the other man looked, and considering the reputation of Asians being light drinkers, there was a quality about them that Volkov think otherwise. But that wasn't important. "Suit yourself," he shrugged lightly and took a sip of his drink, it was good to know that this man seemed rather serious.

And right down to business, perfect. It seemed like there was no need to beat around the bush. There was no need to pretend to be pleasant company and actually carry out the bonding 'exercise' their employer had instructed them to do. Hell, if the both of them thought that it was bullshit, it should be fine to ignore. His preferred method? To get them up close and beat their brains out with an aluminum baseball bat. Unfortunately, this one couldn't be like that. Their target was too well guarded. "It's near impossible to get near Collins. He lives in a guard infested compound in the suburbs, the man doesn't even stand near windows," he continued smoothly, eyeing for any possible approaching strangers in his peripherals, "we could possible catch him in transit. Moving targets are an ass but it'll have to do if you have no suggestions. Of course, this means we'll also have to figure out his schedule, watch his house, all that staking. Fun, right?" Sarcasm. He fucking hated staking but unfortunately, they didn't have much information on Collins. The man was careful.</sup>

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^{Unlike Seoho, this was his one and only job. It comprised of many parts, whether it just be plain covert ops or a hit, Volkov did not have a legal job. Of course, he was labeled as a some position in his family's corporation but it was a cover of course. He needed it for his tax returns. Anyhow, the idea of a rural road was good with him. Less witnesses, it was easier to handle. Volkov nodded in vague agreement to the other man's words. "I suppose we'll have to work out a staking schedule then," he began once more, "I'd like to get to work on this as soon as possible. So how would you like to format this? I'm very flexible." Fuck. That did not sound right. Volkov was surprisingly prude for a man who did a load of illegal shit for a living. Unfortunately because of this, he never really sees the suggestive nature of some words and phrases until they were said aloud.}

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^{Macushla didn't really sleep. The young direwolf was often awake at odd hours and the rare times that he rested his body were rather short naps throughout the day. It was more efficient to the canid, after all, paranoia that something awful was going to happen haunted the male. Though they did have patrols at night, it never hurt to have an extra set of attentive eyes. Anyhow, the midnight pelted beast had been crossing through camp when he heard the announcement of a game. Normally, he wouldn't bother with this sort of stuff but this night, Macushla decidedly padded over to watch. Coughing quietly, a small plume of dark smoke escaped his mouth as he sat himself amongst the others. "I'll watch," the golden eyed canine stated simply, his attention sweeping from one familiar face to another.}

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^{Weekends. He could jive with that. "I can start tomorrow," he nodded after taking another sip of his drink. It was wednesday, he'll take thursday and friday while Seoho took the weekend. That would be four days, it might not be enough time for them to harvest information but they could extend it if needed. "I'll take friday as well, saturday and sunday are yours, tentatively," Volkov continued as he swirled the meager amount of liquid left in his glass, "I suppose we should exchange numbers at least. I'd like to know if you can make it."}

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<sup>He rarely paid heed to odd recreational sports like these. It was just so effeminate and Macushla tried to stay away from that sort of stuff. But like Aleksei, any chance of saving money was a golden opportunity for him. And perhaps he'll need good skating skills sometime soon, who knows what kinds of curve balls life would throw at you.

Tightly binding his rented skates, the bespectacled man looked up to find that Aleksei had already finished. He pondered if the Russian had tied them properly, after all, the results of a shit job could be rather hazardous. Or maybe they were too tight and fucked with circulation, causing the feet to grow ice cold. Was it enough to worry over? Yeah. "Let me check your laces," Macushla more or less demanded as he finished up his own.</sup>

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^{He couldn't help but smirk at the sass. Classic shit. "Yeah. I am. Now be a good boy, please," two could play a game. Anyhow, he crouched down to double check Aleksei's laces, taking note of his sudden enthusiasm for ice skating. "Burn ice?" He repeated the odd sounding phrase with a mild frown crossing his face as he tugged the laces for once final measure. "Where did you hear that?" He stood up once more, rather amused by the butchering of a phrase. His attention was grabbed by some kid's laughter. They were rather blatant in ridiculing Aleksei, that was something only he could do. A twinge of annoyance crossed Macushla's usually stoic face as he fixed the youngster with a mild glare. Turning his attention back to Aleksei, he snorted, "kids these days, rude aren't they?" Spotting movement over the Russian's shoulder, he noticed that a red head was waving at them. Must be a kid that Aleksei knew. He raised a hand to hesitantly wave back before coaxing Aleks as he moved onto the ice.}

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GENERAL:
▪ Macushla | Muh-coosh-la | ♂
▪ Contract Killer - "Gevaudan"
▪ Demiromantic | Demisexual
▪ 12 Moons | Creation; Jan 2018

RELATIONSHIPS:
▪ Single | Crushing on no one
▪ ½ of nothing lmao
▪ NPC x NPC | Gen 1
↳ Orphaned and raised by mentor

IMPORTANT FACTS:
▪ Always has a neutral expression unless mentioned
▪ Afflicted by an occasional cough that emits smoke
▪ Smells like burning Yew wood, fragrant
▪ Bleeds molten gold/amber blood that burns to the touch / saliva is similar
▪ Doesn't really sleep, takes short naps, vigilant af

PHYSICAL:
▪ DIREWOLF [birth/main]
— Macushla is a young jet black pelted direwolf with pale yet warm amber eyes. Though a large creature, his build is lean and so he relies on his speed and smarts in combat situations. His fur is less fluffy than the average direwolf's, giving him a sleek and slender look. Macushla carries around an aura of seriousness, his face usually rests on neutral and it is hard to get him to physically react.

PERSONALITY:
— Blunt, Intelligent, Stoic, Pessimistic, Peacekeeper, Extremist(radical)

Macushla has a strong personality. He will always make his opinion known, sometimes bluntly and doesn't care to sugar coat any of his words. This is because, when Macushla was a child, he was very used to being doted on for his 'adorable' outspoken and intelligent nature and he basked in said attention. However, as he aged, this trait become more and more of a problem since Macushla has difficulty keeping his mouth shut when it is necessary. And so, he could be seen as rather rude in his blunt ways but he only means for the best for his organization and is only trying to help by offering a differing approach mostly in the form of the devil's advocate.

With his outspoken nature as the forefront of his personality, Macushla's other traits are rather quiet in comparison. He is not shy by the slightest but will not talk if not spoken to or if he doesn't have to. So with this in mind, Macushla doesn't actually converse often and only speaks when there is a situation where his opinion can be used. In essence, he is rather stoic and serious for the general part.

Macushla is an odd pessimist but a peacekeeper (despite his occupation - then again, he only takes up jobs of murder if the target seems like they deserve to die - ie, they troublesome or evil). He always believes that the worst will happen if it has a chance. He is extremely cautious and a worry wort with both traits factoring into how he has difficulty trusting others(creature who have not established themselves). However, Macushla can be professional and put aside his personal opinions to follow orders and rules. Of course, he would not pretend to be excited or happy about it but will grudgingly be obedient.

Generally, he isn't a violent or aggressive creature at home despite his occupation. Macushla only draws the line where violence occurs because as a creature that holds peace above all (ironically), he refuses to accept any threat to the stability of his home. If something or someone is being aggressive, he will refuse to be civil with them and try his best to eliminate them before something bad happens. And so, Macushla can be very extreme, even using violent methods in his quest to keep things the way it should be at home: peaceful.

INTERACTION:
▪ Attack in bold #bea1d6
▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
▪ IC OPINIONS ONLY

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^{He hasn't bothered with this side of the world for the bulk of his life. Clan politics were messy, there was no written rule of standards for any of the groups to follow and policies differed vastly from clan to clan because of that. It was horribly disorganized as there was very little that said groups agreed on. But eventually, curiosity got the better of him and he decided to take a job or two in these locations. After all, Macushla had found life becoming increasingly dull, he was hoping something out of the ordinary would spice up his routine eve just a little bit. With that said, his first assignment brought him to Blizzardclan, supposedly one of the largest clans, but he'll be the judge of that when he set eyes on their camp. But for the meantime, he could only sit and wonder what it was going to be like.}

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<sup>The first creature to approach him turned out to be an incredibly damaged feline; a rather young one, from what he could tell. Naturally, he thought it was rather sloppy of Blizzardclan to have such an injured youngster around the territory but he supposed the situation was alleviated by the NPC babysitter of sorts. Anyhow, the girl was polite and he was about to answer her questions before some other femme interjected and asked the same damn thing for the second time. He scoffed at first, vaguely amused by how Sundance almost copied Ella word for word. It was comical wasn't it? To see an animal with such lack of awareness.

However, the next two to arrive did not repeat a similar mistake so he supposed the clans were not made up of completely incompetent creatures after all. So far, only one out of the speaking four were mentally deficient, or seemed to be in his opinion. And as rude as the direwolf's thoughts and observations sounded, he just couldn't help himself. Analyzing the world was his forte.

With that in mind, the dark colored canine offered a slight nod/bow of greeting to the creatures that approached him before introducing himself in his usual quiet tones, "my name is Macushla and I would like to join." A slight cough punctuated his statement and a gentle stream of dark smoke curled from his jaws before dissipating into the air, "and assuming that I'm accepted, could someone point me towards the camp?" They rarely turned away joiners, so why now? Sure, it was a little forward of him to assume but why waste the time and breath waiting around? He had things to do.</sup>

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^{"Thank you," the dark furred canine dipped is head politely to the ones who welcomed him, "it's a pleasure to meet you all." He did take note that the child did not properly pronounce his name, of course it was a slight annoyance but children were always like that; full of mistakes but easily forgiven. He missed being a child. But with that said, he did not correct the youngster. Attention flickering to Kady, the direwolf would allow a brief smile to flicker across his features. She guessed his intentions spot on and he shot her an affirmative nod as if to let her know. "I'll be going now, thank you for your time and I hope to see you all around," now, no one's precious time would be wasted. With that said, the wolf would give a parting flick of his tail before slipping into the unknown territory, heading towards the camp.}

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<sup>Per usual, the direwolf kept to himself. He wasn't exactly agoraphobic but her preferred to be alone for the most part. Of course, this was't to say he avoided social interaction every chance he could, Macushla did have dear friends but the number was few and he preferred to keep it that way. After all, those friends have stuck to his side since his younger years and accepted him for what he was. What more could he ask? And of course, making new acquaintances called for follow ups and a lot of commitment, it didn't pay off for Macushla and so, he didn't bother to make deep connections with his clanmates. Then again, he had to keep in mind the fact that he was most likely going to leave this group after his kill, he never stuck to one place for too long; everything got dull for him.

And that was what brought him to this corner of the earth. The clan-ridden lands were scorned by him once upon a time considering their inconsistency and no real sense of justice, but desperation caused by boredom drove him here to seek out new experiences and situations. Now, he couldn't complain and he was going to try his hardest to eke whatever he could from these lands. And of course, that started with information gathering. It was almost killing two birds with one stone since his potential target happened to be the leader and who knew the other clans better than a long time leader of one of the largest groups? And thus began the vetting process, he'll have to decide if the suggested target actually deserved to die as well. With that said, this situation brought Macushla into the vicinity of the high positions meeting place, he was told that Aleksei might be hanging around there.</sup>

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^{This was enough proof of why he avoided this portion of the earth for the longest time ever; the politics were too messy. There were some creatures at the helm of the clans that were obviously not fit to lead and it was laughable how evidence was denied when there was actual proof provided. But that was all he got from the situation, nothing more. Macushla was unaware of the whole debacle in the first place but the words slung from either sides painted a big enough picture for him to fill in the cracks. What he learned; Shadow Veil was shittily lead, there was a unrepentant rapist running around, and Aleksei was a petty fuck (understandably though, Macushla mirrored similar sentiments regarding rapists). He also did take note of the Blizzardclan catsune who offered Sunclan help out of the blue, now wasn't that weird? He couldn't help but scoff a little at that, was it normal for members to step on the leader's toes like that? Macushla would hate to be the catsune medic with the loose mouth. But like Piedpiper, he said nothing. The direwolf was content with just observing the interesting situation that he happened to come across.}

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