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PISTACHIO MAPLEWOOD ARBOR

full name pistachio maplewood arbor

nicknames pi

age six moons

gender male

sexuality questioning / to be discovered in roleplay

notes based on pistachio of magical starsign (japanese ds game)

appearance pistachio is of the caracal species, with the main colour of being pastel tan. there are streaks of gold on the tip of his short tail and a sprinkle of gold on his face like freckles. there are also small white freckles among the gold on his face. small wings made of gradient of gold and white are on his back. his eyes are soft blue. generally, he much prefers to wear some kind of clothing/cloaks for he gets cold easily. these clothings are usually in shades of pastel greens and blues and a soft, somewhat faded red scarf. although he may be the blood relations to aurum, he sometimes may seems to come off as not so, with a sense of style that makes him look more like someone you would find in the woods by accident.

species caracal (mutated)

fur tan
eyes light blue

clothing pastel greens and blues cloaks with soft, faded red scarf

personality pistachio is a very kind and friendly person who cares for the well-beings of others. he enjoys the knowledge of herbs and art and is quite a strong power user despite seeming nothing like the sort. emphasizing more on those around him, he can tend to lack the same positive traits for himself. he often hates on himself, looking down upon his image, and tend to run away immediately in most situations. he doesn't think highly of himself and while he is indeed intelligent in his own way, generally he is considered not so and struggles with studies. afraid to be judged, he would prefer to hide away from people and avoid socialization unless necessary.

positive kind, thoughtful, compassionate

negative cowardly, lack of self-confidence, negative

current power percentage 100%

- offensive powers plant manipulation (40%)

- defensive powers invisibility (10%), telekinesis (20%), super senses (30%)

difficulties

- physical difficulty extremely easy

- mental difficulty extremely easy

- power difficulty medium

plot ideas first meet him, he always seems to be cold. will develop a potential minor illness that doesn't affect him too much but would be quite a minor inconvenience, forcing him to wear clothing/cloaks and a scarf to keep him warm.

eventually will attempt to join a guild or two and tries to take up studies, but struggles completely. will consider running away and a family member will find out about this and decide to withdraw him from the guilds to prevent him from running away. during the time of his studies, which is after discovers of all of his powers, he will struggle to control them. perhaps one of the power will go beyond control and may accidentally hurts someone. horrified, he will run away from the situation and cry to himself and to a family member/person.

after this event, he may feels completely afraid to even use his powers and will refuse to use them. will also try to avoid family members/people and goes into his shell to avoid socialization.

others REHOMING SOLARIS KINGDOM LEADER KIDS

track <3

the desert is a foreign land filled with hot piping sand and aggressive dust winds. no matter how long the caracal has been here, it is nothing but a constant thorn in his side, having to deal with the landscape that he cannot changes. much he wishes for the nice little forest or jungle, to be among the whispering woods and and cascading waters. thus, he never saw a reason to leave this nice homely camp of the kingdom of the sun, to take comfort in the lulling gardens and to be under the cool shades instead of wandering around in the beating fire star.

so why is he here, out so far from camp? for someone so young like him, he should not be venturing into the unknown on his own. but what had drawn him forth is the call of some kind of magic beneath the earth. doesn't understand a thing about it, something about power that is so different from the king's fire elemental power. but it is what calls him, like a bell ringing for food to an obedient creature. sputtering towards the border, confusion clear in his soft blue eyes as he searches for what could be the source of this oddity. but instead, he would meets with something, or rather, someone, that he least expects.

blinking furiously at the sight of the puppy, he jumps in surprise and looks furtively for something to hide behind. but it is, of course, a desert that is fills with nothing but sands for miles and the nearby cactus is so far from the border. a weak smile is offered toward the stranger, as he tries to hide his frantic searching of hiding, seeing that he has no choice to either talk to this canine or run with a tail between his legs back to camp. the latter is probably not the best idea at this moment.

"h-hi!" the winged creature manages to squeak out, a high-pitch voice escaping his throat. "u-umm what are you doing h-here?"

the harsh words that rolls out of the bitter tongue of a stranger surprises him to the paws that he had literally jumped into the air. so lost in his own world of sniffing the border area, searching for this lulling sense of magic that lies somewhere here beneath. pistachio understands that something much more different is here, something that belongs only to agrelos, and it is a confusing one to even comprehend the most basic understanding of this world's laws of force. the desire to find the source of this, as if it would answer every undying questions he have that could not be answered by his own arbor family. however is it all interrupted by the sole arrival of an angry youth spitting words of annoyance on their borders.

blue eyes blinking as the gradient gold-white wings fold itself even smaller on the back of the caracal, a head is titled in fright and confusion by the sight of such a cold character. he doesn't like this one, not one bit. it reminds him of a stubborn thorn on a rose that refuses to be cut off, that slices and pricks anyone who dares touches it. "h-hic," is all he manages to say in response to the statement that the serval has made moments before. all forgotten is the words that is needed to be say to any foreign strangers on the territory of solaris kingdom.

dart of eyes, but once again, forgetting that there is nowhere to hide around here in this far stretch of the desert, they lands back onto snapdragon. a stoic creature waiting impatiently for someone to approach him. "h-hi!" a squeak is sounded from the throat of the arbor child, plastering on a feeble attempt of a smile which seems more like a "i-got-to-go-because-i-cannot-socialize" smile.

"w-what are you here for?" finally, a proper statement is made out of the mouth of the poor, shy youngster who immediately shuts his mouth as if afraid any further words emitted would just make him look worst. he thinks he is already bad as he is, representing the bad image of the kingdom of the desert and sun as a totally scaredy-cat furball trying to greet a mere serval who is roughly the same age of him.

a quiet snuffle is heard and the head tilts to the side. he thinks that the stranger had said something, but it is hard to tell because it is barely audible. maybe the sand are in his ears, he thinks, blocking what he is hearing. a shake of head from side to side, trying to shake off the non-existent sand in both ears as the caracal keep his curious gaze upon karako.

then suddenly, two chopped word emits from the voice of the monochromatic canine. jumping suddenly in surprise by the voice of it, a ruffy tone mixed with joy and excitement with furious tail-wagging, the caracal suddenly takes to hiding behind the imperial dragon that is his blood, frightened blue eyes blinking warily. but karako does not seems to further speak beyond the short expressions. none of the kingdom of the sun members have said a thing about joining, but it seems that he had perhaps mistaken their questions as asking of one's business on the desert territory. maybe that is the case, he thinks.

"c-can he join?" he asks of aurum, squinting a bit suspiciously at the exploring puppy. he does not seems harmful, just a mere pup child excited for the world. yet, despite the seeming positive and welcoming exterior personality that he exhibits, pi could not but help feels a sense of small dread, of wondering if there is just a false sense of happiness to hide the perhaps evil intentions. maybe he is overthinking it, just like he does with just about every single thing else, but it cannot helped for a timid creature of nature.

"h-he seems . . . alright?"

the warmth of someone joining his side, somewhat calming and easing his nerves as the caracal attempts a smile toward william. the canine is one of such reverent creature and although barely ever meeting him save just once or twice, he has taken quite a liking for the captain bound member. the voice of the creature reaching out to the serval reminds him that he had forgotten to even ask the important question of this stranger's name, and he is ready to hit himself over it for not even remembering the most basic question aside the business question. a mental groan is sounded in his head, bells of mocking laughter at his forgetfulness.

but all is dispelled as soon as his brotherly father comes along. the presence of the high royal king of the kingdom completely soothes the anxieties and concerns, although it is only but temporary. immediately turning on his paws, kicking sand as he runs, he leaps to the side of the dragon and takes to hugging one of the front leg of the creature, peaking at the two before him. comfort is to be found with his family, mainly aurum, and he wishes nothing to be elsewhere but with them, unless absolute necessity finds other reasons.

soon accompanies dorian, a complete stranger to pi as a member of the clan, a plaster of a sneer with a mocking question directing towards the knight. a frown makes its way upon the soft face of the winged creature. he does not like the idea of being directly unkind towards foreigners, even if snapdraogn turns out to be some sort of evil person. the very idea of using unkind words, bullying someone, causing intentional harm, all along the lines are something he largely disapproves of. but what could he say, a mere young child opposed to the much older hellhound who could probably literally eats him up in one gulp? a shake at the thought of being eaten alive crosses his mind briefly, but the arbor must clear the silly idea as snapdragon is speaking now.

"what's wrong with you?"

a cringe. although perhaps he does not mean ill will and only asks of why he is the way he is, stammering, a frightened child in the desert, unable to be brave like any of his other siblings, it seems like a burn. a fire cackling and sneering at him with those wine red eyes through the flickering flames, questioning his own worth. a mew escapes his maw underneath aurum, not hiding the negative emotions hinted in the tone of it.

"you don't look so good."

he doesn't. he doesn't look so good, he knows already. but to say of it out loud only adds fuel to the fire. the head buries itself deeper into the scaly front leg of his adoptive father, a pattern of soft sad mews barely audible repeated over and over again.

what snapdragon may say from thereafter is lost to the child who is no longer in the present, but focused in his own little world of madness and nightmares. it is clear he will not be able to partake in the conversation nor be of any additional assistance of answering the questions posed out loud. after all, it is but a job for adults to respond to such questions and for children to play along in this kingdom, right?

an influx amount of joiners have been arriving the borders of the desert lately, it seems. that is, if you could even tell where the scent marker is in the middle of nowhere in endless vast of sand dunes. it is an awful environment, he thinks. although it may be fitting for the kingdom of the sun to resides in the woods in the desert, it still is not the kind he'd like to be here for. why not just take comfort in a nice perfect environment free of the beating heatwaves and lack of shades and barely visible blue in the sea of browns?

"h-hic, hi!" scurrying paws brings forth the winged caracal, a bit in a different mood than usual. not as fearful and easily scared as he was the other day with two joiners, it is a wonder of how this one came to be the way he is right now. a small smile s offered towards the red fox, who seems quite near-death of lacking water in his body. it is not clear to tell at first, but the lolling tongue that searches for a way to cool the body down under this noonhigh sun is evident enough as it is.

luckily for this one, pi so happens to be carrying a flask of the much needed liquid. it has been brought to him by a kind npc kitten who had been working in the medicine guild as a way of wishing him better health. not like he needs a reminder of how easily sick he gets and forgetful about eating and such, but it is still a nice thoughtful gift regardless.

"i thinks y-you need some water," he meows, shaking off the cord of the flash off his shoulder onto the ground, letting out a sound of thump as it hits the soft sand. picking up by the lanyard that connects to the container, he would offer it toward squirrel, a nod to confirm that he is more than welcome to take the gift of water to quench his sore throat and dry body. as the offer is made, pi would ask with slight wonder, "w-what are you doing here on our kingdom's t-territory?"

perhaps she could help treat pi here c: one of his very minor plot is getting a cold that requires wearing clothing-like / cloths to keep warm so she could try to help remedy for his cold and maybe find some cloths for him to wear (like the one he is wearing in his avatar / bio aha)?

hello there, ahhh, mika? i'm taking a guess since mobile doesn't show any signatures hh

i too am tired and am tempted to sleep but ahhh i have to wait for my midterm project to finish uploading :c hope you get some quick rest in today before tomorrow checkers <3

& hi scar! i'll try to catch up on posting in the meantime!!

the call of the one that he found the warmth of the sun in had drawn him toward the meeting spot. much like captain william, it is his first meeting ever despite being here for a bit of some time. not one of a social butterfly to try to mingle with others, yet an effort is being made as the winged caracal is now in the small crowd. darting eyes at the surroundings, wary of every member there, the solitary arbor takes to the sidelines where he can keep a watchful hawk eye in case someone tries to approach him. he will not run away, he thinks to himself, although it is not known if that would be the case only until someone actually approach him that isn't aurum.

as the soft blue orbs scan the crowd, he sees the usually somewhat cheerful william casting his chocolate eyes to the ground. curious to know why he is down today, torn apart is pi, the heart of a coward fighting with the heart of kindness. after some lengthy deliberstion, he decides to stay where he is, but still keeping a slightly concerned look on the face of his. there is another one who joined the crowd but recognition is not made and he therefore attempts to ignore him and turns his focus to the dawningcrown, awaiting for the meeting to commence.

i kind of have similar problem, yakan :0 as i was testing it in the template storage, it seems it only affects just one of the template where the colour went away and the others stayed in colour? confusion.

i find that the best way to preserve everything is just use html when to edit a post even though all those extra words are a mess to go through ahhh

a call from over yonder in the open hut of sweetness and homeliness that beckons forth the kingdom members. wide blue eyes blinking as a notice of the dawningcrown and the captain william heading for the hut with no hesitation, the creature is quick to scuttle after them, trusting the two individuals deeply with good faith and heart to protect him against any potential strangers. not one for socializing and showing his face anywhere else, but the mention of a storytelling event brings him in eager forth, excited to hear adventures of wild journeys and brave heroes and defeat of mad villains. whether if that is what the former blizzardclanner would actually share a tale about or not, it would not be known until the words leave her mouth, but nonetheless, the thought of it being a possibility makes him feel a warm bubbly happiness.

leaping into the hut into the atmosphere of friendliness and comfort, searching for a spot to sit among the cushions and pillows, he spies a potential space near the side of the hut, where he immediately takes a seat. a glance at the brotherly father and the canine with a small smile, makes himself at home in the depth of the pillows and awaits with perked ears for clockwork to start.

he thinks that the weather is not kind to him for giving him the grace of coldness in sweltering hot desert. although the camp itself is not made of shadeless territory with the power of burning degrees radianting above them for kilometers on end, somehow, he still manages to get sick. perhaps, he has been out too many times into the land beyond the homely camp from greeting strangers becoming as joiners and exploring the unknown. he thinks that must be how he got the dreadful feeling, the bouts of coughing here and there, and awful running nose. it is not a bad one, though, simply a minor cold. but it is quite a nuisance. running around wing wings folded to keep maximum warmth underneath those angelic wings could only do so much.

sniffling the sadness of a horrible creature he is for even getting sick in the first place and suffering, the caracal searches high and low through the empty and unused huts, looking for just something that could keep him warm that he could wear. the first hut proves to be filled with just old time furniture, dust collecting on top of wooden tables and broken chairs. nothing he knows how to repair of, unfortunately. the next hut is filled of some food, some spoiled rotten, some on the borderline, a very selective few in alright condition. the ones that are safe to eat seems eaten, showing signs that someone comes here to put their food, but forgotten to eat some. not something he is interested, however, and onward he goes. the third hut is nothing but emptiness. a sigh escapes his maw. "always bad luck," he speaks sadly of this about himself. everything always seems to go wrong or never end well with him. just unfortunate. how did others even deal with him? surely, they would not want a pathetic sick creature just wandering aimlessly unable to be of help around the guild or something. a shake of his head as he decides to just go one more hut before giving up on the fruitless search.

the last hut is smaller of the other three huts and once he steps inside, it feels warm and homely, despite no signs of life here for quite some time. it is a bit darker than the others, barley letting in the beating sun into the small room. letting his eyes adjust to the slightly dark place, his head turns to survey the room. it is quite a chaotic mess in a sense, with blankets littering the floor. many are torn, battered, some even to tiny pieces. few pillows are scattered, also ripped. he could almost thinks that some kind of beast lived here, but the trace of it is very long gone. quivering slightly at the sight of the mess, he steps carefully inside, taking care to only touch the open ground free of objects. even the ground itself seems scarred, suffering in pain and agony from the ruthless creature that lived here. nothing is spared here, all shredded, broken, damaged beyond repair. "mew?" he says out loud, a hint of confusion and fright in his voice as he steps around a broken piece of some kind of glass. leaving seems a perfect idea to do so right now.

a sneeze explodes from the tiny nose, scaring him to the sky and back. the sound of his sneezing seems to echo slightly in this room. "awful," he mutters after he barley manages to calm himself down from the short scare. turning around, he carefully makes his way back to the door, taking a glance over his shoulder. and then something catches his eyes. it is a pile of fabric siting a little to the darker side of the room, nonetheless, still noticed by the arbor. curious, he makes his way forth toward the pile of fabric, putting a paw to it and lifting it up to see it better. it is in perfect condition, no signs of wear or tear. a cloak of some sort, he thinks. he lifts the other two fabric. pastel green and pastel blue colours along with a soft, faded red scarf. all in good conditions. "warm." he nods in agreement to his statement spoke out loud and puts them on. the smaller green cloak covers the top part of his head like a beanie hat, if he even knew what it was. the other bigger pastel blue fabric wraps around his body like a normal cloak. the red scarf is then added over the blue cloak. "nice."

satisfied with the discovery of these cloths, he then once again retreats back to the sunlight, away from the dark and mysterious hut. the place now forgotten and thrown in the back of his mind, he murmurs to himself in joy of these nice thick fabric. a sudden sneeze is sounded, scaring him for a second, jumping off the ground. "gracious, i hate myself," he grumbles out loud as his heartbeat returns to normal. he thinks he would just die of heart attack any second some day.

much like the thought of being in the desert is awful, he too thinks he same. however, with the minor cold striking his weak immune systems, he finds the desert in a way oddly comforting. even with the layers of cloaks upon the caracal creature, one would think he could die of heat exhaustion. not that he goes out too much away from the camp, but when he does, the heat is nothing extreme of annoyance but simple warmth he needs for the cold shivering body.

approaching the edge of the desert, some small weak coughing and sneezes here and there as he walks through the endless sand, he comes to the border where he has been roaming for the past few days in search for something he did not understand. however, it is clear even from afar that someone is there, a large creature of strength, somewhat blending with cream and tan and shadows of brown. however, the father is there already, greeting the foreigner as an old time friend. it must be someone from the time before he knows of the kingdom, pi thinks.

joining aside the larger imperial dragon that is the dawningcrown, he offers a weak smile towards elizabeth before a shake of the body takes over as a sneeze makes it way out. "s-sorry," he mews apologetically about his cold, clinging to the side of one of aurum's gignatic leg. "umm hi, w-welcome."

never understands the importance of such an extravagant event, let alone even simple social events. never the one to enjoy being in company of others, despising every fiber of his being for even existing in such a place that emphasizes highly on spirit, which he highly lacks of. how did he even end up here and not at home being comfortable in his soft bed is a question he wonders every second as heavy footsteps that would normally echo in these hallways are drowned by the blaring music chosen by some random "dj player." nose wrinkles in clear disgust as he avoids the dance floor that is the cafeteria, beelining for one of the quieter room.

so far, he is quite fortunate to not crash into any familiar faces. actually truth be told, he isn't the one to usually be remembered. no one ever seems to remember his name anyway and for those who recognizes him, often are the bullies themselves. a quake, shivering at the thought of possibly seeing the big meanies hunting on the loose for him in these decorated hallways. maybe he should duck into one of these classrooms. a quick peek in one reveals a game of pinning the donkey. a few students are there, playing the game, squealing as they attempt to put a pin to the poster of a donkey. why is that ever a game? it sounds offensive, he thinks, to literally put a pin to a creature who had done no harm.

quick to move on to the next room, which is another game room filled with few students as well. and the next and the next. is there really no empty rooms that are not locked that he can safely hide in and just play his mini nintendo ds he had brought in his pocket? a sigh escapes him. no freedom to escape except through the front door. but he knows if he tries to go through there, he'd be caught by a familiar face and be dragged back into this stupid school that he hates so much. and not to mention, he would rather not go into that cafeteria where the dance floor is at. if anything, he would rather pick the classroom to the cafeteria. but he did not want to go to the classroom either which means .... the bathroom is the only choice left.

very well, it seems that is the only choice. deciding that he would go there instead and try to secure a fort in an open stall, he turns around and heads down the hallway before coming to an abrupt stop. realizing that the bathroom he wants to go to, the quieter one, is not open. the school may be huge and populated by many students and staff, but the event did not take up the whole space in this institution, therefore, only some parts of the school is open. and that bathroom he prefers is not one of them. a groan is sounded. "why always bad luck?" he whines to himself.

the only bathroom is the one near the dance floor. no, no, no. he cannot go near there, go through that wide open space. he would be found out, mocked at, jeered at, dragged about. another shake goes through his body and suddenly a sneeze. right, he had caught a cold not but a few days ago and had somewhat forgotten in this chaos of extravaganza. a pull at his navy blue fleece jacket as if to hug in all the warmth possible into the frail sickly body. of course, he did not really try to dress up either, keeping to the simple all blue outfit scheme. he had hoped it would help him blend into the shadows, which so far, he had been doing okay at.

but he is getting off topic, not once, not twice, but too many times. what he needs to do - oh right. bathroom problem. "what do i do, what do i do?" he speaks out loud. well, if he can manage to hide out in the stall for about, maybe an hour or so, the crowd at the front door would be less. he could make his escape from the school until then without being spotted by a classmate or a bully or a teacher of his. it could work. but to suffer a five minutes walk through the dark lit up cafeteria ... is it worth it? "no, i have to do it," a stern of steel tells himself. yes, it is only one more hour.

with that decided, he speed walks to the cafeteria, keeping eyes down at the ground. a peak at the corner of his eyes to ensure his route is open and safe, avoiding eye contact and the such. but just as he thinks he is almost there, to the other side of the cafeteria where the boys' bathroom is located, a sudden shape appears before him and he nearly crashes into piper lee who had been attempting a conversation with dorian. "a-ahhh!" he yelps in surprise by the sudden change of obstacle, stumbling backward and falling onto the ground on the dirty floor.

"bad tachi bad." the statement is aimed at himself, tachi the awkward failing student. "i'm s-so so so s-so sorry!" he immediately tries to get to his feet, stumbling a bit and bowing his head in apology towards the girl, unaware that dorian is even there to witness the situation.

take care and have fun <3

if one that is william is bound to be clueless, pi would only be further clueless. attending events such as meetings are not his favorite, and he'd like to avoid them at all cost. however, it seems this one is promised to be a short one so the son feels he must attend. besides, not attending when your father is the freaking cool king of the sun kingdom would not do them both good. keeping to the edge on his own, not wanting to spread his illness in case it is quite contagious, the caracal adjusts the red scarf higher on the neck, partly covering the lower section of his face yo hide them from sight. settling down, he blinks and would tilt his head in greetings to the clanmate before turning his attention upon the dawningcrown, awaiting for the meeting to commence.

reading is not his strongest suit. in fact, he could not even read. academically, the arbor child is a perfect example of a failing student. english, medicine, powers, anything that is to be taught in words of a lecture escapes his ability to even comprehend such subjects. thus, he sees himself literally useless in his own opinion and as such as when he arrives at the border to look for some interesting mystery objects in the sand, only to find a note. a frown is written deep in his face, as the creature picks up the artistic invitation. the very object does not even stand out as a sort of letter, but merely some sort of paper-like item. seems similar to a book, so he supposes it must have some sort of writing. squinting at the scrawls, he could not decipher the language. "stupid," he mutters to himself, growling partly in frustration at his lack of ability to read. turning on his paws, he searches for any nearby clanmate that is literate to give the invitation to instead.

I'd like to be an Ambassador!

Character Name: pistachio

Clan Wanted: the cartel

welcome and take care this weekend <3