Posts by - LOVERBOY

" LOVERBOY "

GENERAL

full name — loverboy cipher-bandini

nicknames — lover

gender — cis maie

pronouns — he/him

sexuality — bisexual biromantic

age — 4 years

clan/group — the frontier

rank — member

PHYSICAL

overview — perytons are noted to be very beautiful creatures and loverboy is no exception. he has the body of a deer and large wings and a feathered tail as well as feathers scattered within his fur. his pelt is brown with off white spotting and off white on his muzzle, neck, stomach, and legs. he has dark brown ears and the tips of his wing and tail feathers are the same dark brown. the rest of his feathers are a pastel blue color, and there are spots of dark brown on his wings where the blue is. his eyes are the same color blue.

species — peryton, half angel half demon

health — 100%

injuries — none

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PERSONALITY

overview — loverboy is a very serious character towards most, speaking with proper-sounding words and a bit of a snobbish voice. he's so serious that sometimes it can be seen as humorous. lover has a sense of humor, though. a dry, cold, and very sarcastic one. he is a bit of a pissbaby too, though his anger barely lasts a minute. he's not skilled at expressing emotions in a healthy way, so his temper is how he lets out pent-up feelings. it's instantly replaced by the closest thing he can get to 'sorry'. he has a pretty overweening attitude towards things. he always thinks he's right and will never admit to being wrong. he acts like he is confident. loverboy embodies 'fake it until you make it' in that regard. though more a fighter than a lover, he is, in fact, capable of forming relationships. being war-oriented in the mind, he sees his friends more as allies, but still shows an otherwise hidden side to those he trusts. it's effortless to hate loverboy but it's impossible to leave him if you get to know him. his stern expression and proper words wash away to reveal something opposite. anxiety, pessimism, and a very large heart. he has a shy kind of love, one he expresses with timidity but is surely there. he never loses his sarcastic charm or stubbornness, he just makes it seem good instead of hostile. further down still, at the core of his heart, he's just a tired, sad man. his nasty and cocky attitude is simply a defense mechanism. at first, loverboy seems like a joke of a name for someone so hateful, but deep down it couldn't be any more true.

disorders — none

RELATIONSHIPS

parents — bill cipher x loadedgun bandini

siblings — redcarpet bandini-cipher, onerepublic bandini-cipher black ace, lovechild bandini-reynolds

children — none

significant other — none

crush — none

best friends — n/a

friends — malachite

rivals — n/a

enemies — n/a

INTERACTION

physical difficulty — medium-hard

mental difficulty — hard

powers — telekinesis, invisibility,

friendly actions — feel free to powerplay

hostile actions — bold text and @- LOVERBOY

^{❝ Soft hooves landed on grass from a creature descending down to Earth. Their wings folded to their sides once they touched the ground, and a long sigh rang out from their muzzle. The birds roosting in the trees chirped in response as if they were answering the other animal's call. Now, what was this animal that had unknowingly found themself in Hawkclan territory? They were known as a peryton, with the body of a slim-legged deer but with large, bird-like wings and a feathered tail. The creature had never met anybody like himself. in appearance. The individual name his parents gave him was Loverboy. A cruel and ironic name for someone like him. in every place he had once lived, he was known as the resident asshole.}

^{Loverboy surveyed his new surroundings, taking in two facts. There were a lot of redwood trees around him and every single one looked identical to the last. Out of all the places he could've landed on his little fly around, why did he end up here? He could always just fly away, sure, but he couldn't get a running start before taking off. So, now what? The peryton scanned the area again, looking for anything slightly different in the area. Absolutely nothing changed. A lump formed in his throat and he felt his face get hot. Was he really lost after all? Oh no, not good at all. He didn't want to be stuck the rest of his life, forced to sleep out in the open where virtually anything could get him. Loverboy almost missed the scent of a stranger approaching him as his mind rushed between his thoughts. Quickly, he wiped the anxious expression off of his face to show his neutral, though slightly tired-looking, facade towards the stranger. ❞}

^{❝ Loverboy observed the ebony feline arrive first. What stood out most was his multicolored markings. They sure were something he had never seen before, but it wasn't like they made the caracal considered a freak considering what his own species was. He wasn't sure why he had to state his name and business exactly. Was this where Rave lived? If that was the case, why didn't the feline just chase him off? Then Poe showed up, just a boring old husky compared to Loverboy and Rave. He was expecting more alien-looking creatures in the forest. Then again, he hadn't been expecting anyone to begin with. "Yes, well, I'm quite... lost, you see," Loverboy began, his brow slightly furrowing. He had to force the word 'lost' from his throat as if it was a sin to admit. "My name is Loverboy Bandini-Ci-". No. He wouldn't call himself a Cipher over his dead body. He hadn't seen his other father in years or heard the name 'Cipher' being tossed around. Maybe he finally fell off the earth. "Perhaps I can stay with 'Hawkclan'?" the way he said Hawkclan emphasized a spot where finger air quotes would've been appropriate. ❞}

^{❝ Loverboy had been meandering around with no specific destination. He happened to pass Poe, and his call peaked the peryton's curiosity. He had lived in Blizzardclan at a young age and he had only heard the term 'weekly task' said only a couple times. He probably held one once, but that was years ago. He faltered to the scene with lifted brows, not knowing whether or not he should be present at the scene. "I'll do one," Lover stated in his usual pompous voice. ❞}

^{❝ Loverboy wasn't at all happy with the weather they were having in Hawkclan. His hooves were always muddy and left footprints everywhere in his treehouse. He was getting tired of having to scrub down the floor everyday. The storm also gave a gloomy feel to the place. He lived through days where it was cloudy for a week or so, but it never rained for a long time. It was tiring to wake up and just see more and more precipitation fall from the clouds.}

^{Loverboy's ears perked when he heard his name and "awesome" used in the same sentence. "Why thank you, Poe,". The tone of his voice said "yeah, I know I'm cool". ❞}

^{❝ It was probably hard for people to believe that Loverboy had even been a child. He was too high strung and serious to ever be imagined as a kid. The peryton didn’t want to express his childishness either, though there was some still trapped in there. His curiosity peaked when he layed eyes on the hawk, pulling out flower petals with her beak from the ring of them that hung around her neck. Loverboy noted the large array of flowers laying around in the area and knew that it was Whisper’s doing once he saw her. “What’re you doing?” He raised an eyebrow and looked towards the crown she was working on.}

^{// oof mobile and this post is shit ❞}

^{❝ Loverboy had been born in Blizzardclan but had left as soon as he was old enough. He’d never heard of an Aleksandra or a Xerxes or any other name the joiner had. Loverboy knew he wouldn’t care enough to learn her name anyways, so just Aleks was good to him.}

^{He entered onto the scene with a bit of swagger in his step, projecting himself as a large, very important member of the clan when he was really just a new joiner. In truth, he wished he could say that he had so many last names. Bandini-Cipher was boring and he felt no connection to either of those names. He was the product of a drug-induced affair; he wasn’t supposed to have ever been born. Loverboy was lost in thought for a bit, awkwardly standing in the silence after Bella finished speaking. He knew he looked sorrowful about that fact with downturned eyes and a wrinkling on his foreheard paired with sad-looking brows. At first he had stepped onto the scene with so much confidence but he looked to be the opposite. “Oh, my apologies,” he mumbled, looking back up at the crowd with a now neutral expression. He cleared his throat. “How lovely to meet you, Aleksandrina. My name is Loverboy,”}

^{//mobile ❞}

^{❝ Piper's luck wasn't going to run out so soon. Loverboy had been walking around camp in a casual manner, looking like a diamond among stones in the forest. His large wings paired with his deer body easily gave him away in a land as carbon-copy as Hawkclan territory.}

^{As a boy, Lover was born into Blizzardclan. He didn't know anyone except his father, who had apparently stolen him away from his other father in The Exiles. The peryton never considered himself a clanner either, though he was raised in one during his childhood. They always felt empty and separated from himself. People didn't know who he was and his father wasn't exactly the most recognizable face in Blizzardclan either. He never went back to the clans for three years. Now, three years later, he was in Hawkclan.}

^{Loverboy quickly spotted the smaller animal within his line of vision and quickly approached him, using his wings to slightly levitate off the ground and arrive near Piedpiper. "Name and business," he demanded, slightly puffing out his chest. He definitely looked larger to the joiner than he actually was. ❞}

^{❝ One reason Loverboy didn't consider himself a hooligan is because he drank tea. He'd hold a tea party everyday if he could, so he was absolutely ecstatic to hear they were going to have one on home base. As he neared the scene with the usual swagger in his step faltered into a slouch. Oh dear, he didn't recognize anyone. It was just a bunch of NPCs. Slowly, he slunk over to the table where the tea was and gingerly began to pour it in a teacup with his telekinesis. Next to him, a stoic plate of doughnuts sat on the table. The peryton had never been a big fan of doughnuts himself. Seeing that the plate was still mostly full, he guessed that people agreed with him. Whistling to himself a tune he made up, he heard a voice say, "ooh, glazed". Looking back down to the doughnut tray, he saw that one was gone from the top. With furrowed brows, Loverboy turned his head to look at the crowd, then back to the tray. After a few pauses in thought, he looked over each of his shoulders before deciding to lift up the bottom of the tablecloth. He was greeted by a white canine wearing an, in his opinion, obnoxiously bright orange jumpsuit and stuffing his face with a doughnut. Loverboy just stood there, neck craning down to see the other creature, before deciding to say anything. "Charmed..." he commented, obviously perplexed by the situation. "You seem to be quite enjoying yourself, uh, what's your name, may I ask?". He felt guilt for asking, for he should know at least some of his clanmate's names by now. Loverboy crouched down to sit, taking a sip of tea as he waited for Brock to reply. He recoiled his head a bit, realizing it was still hot, but forced it down his throat with a gulp. The peryton could already feel the tenderness of his tongue as he had burnt it. Hopefully nobody noticed. ❞}

^{❝ Looking at Loverboy, one could tell that he was very hesitant to join the rest of the group to participate in Brock’s weekly task. It wasn’t a manner of not knowing anyone like it usually was, it was more of a matter of people forgetting about him. He knew that by now he should know everyone in his clan but he didn’t. Piedpiper had joined after him and already seemed to be getting along with people. They all seemed to get along but he was just a bit of a nobody. It was probably because no one wanted to be friends with him, he was surely convinced. It was actually because he never wanted to leave his little hideaway, his treehouse.}

^{He stood at the outskirts of the group for too long, staring awkwardly in thought. At that point, it was too late for him to simply just walk away, though he did want to. The peryton slowly slid over to the group, taking a space in the crowd meekly. There was an obvious dent in his usual pompous attitude.}

^{Oh, they were baking? Loverboy knew how to do that already, though he hadn’t baked a morsel for years. Maybe that was a bad thing, for he knew he’d lose his temper if anything went wrong. He didn’t want to be known for that. However, he had made a choice and he didn’t want to leave the small crowd now. Clearing a lump out of his throat, he tried his best to maintain his normal stance and put on that mask of confidence as he waited for instructions.}

^{//mobile ❞}

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^{First Hawkclan and now here? Loverboy had heard of The Frontier on his journey away from his old clan. He was never liked or even really known there. The peryton was just a face in the crowd. Even his alien appearance didn’t set him apart from the rest. So, he had left, sneaking out in the night and ending up where he was now. A new start was in order for him.}

^{“Hello?” he called out into the air. After walking for a while, Loverboy stopped. He was unsure as to how far he had gotten into The Frontier’s territory and didn’t want to risk being later punished for going in too far. There was nothing else he could really do to get anyone’s attention at the current moment, he supposed, so he stood still, maybe even too still, and waited for someone to come to him.}

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^{Loverboy first spotted the orange canine enter the scene, standing out amongst the green landscape. He didn’t know what the other was at first; a fox? Maybe just a really orange coyote? At this point he didn’t question it. From personal experience he knew that people ask the question “what are you?” too much. Loverboy listened to Elijah, though his interest faded a bit near the end of the canine’s sentence as he watched two others draw near towards the scene. Two felines; one menacing looking lynx and another with two tails. “Oh yes,” Loverboy answered with a composed tone. He had almost forgotten to answer Elijah’s question. “I was wondering if I could join this clan,” he requested simply, eyes wandering as he awaited a reply.}

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^{❝ If Sebastian and Darkskies were considered curious specimens, then Loverboy was an alien. It wasn't exactly everyday you met a deer with giant wings and razor-like talons that were meant to kill. Maybe he was the strangest creature of the bunch. Entering the scene, he looked at the hyena up and down. What a strange mask he had there. Maybe he was trying to hide behind it? Now, being new, the peryton couldn't exactly answer his question, but he could still stand there and input most likely unneeded sarcastic comments when he wanted. He settled for doing that for now. ❞}