Posts by HELIOS !

    Tufted ears twitched as he heard and smelled the approach of a member before lifting his head and drawing his icy lilac gaze across the Boneclanner in an almost scrutinizing manner. With a low hum the albino parted his jaws and spoke in a smooth voice like whiskey, "Yea.. I'm looking to join unless someone says otherwise." Truthfully, after so long he didn't care about politics. He was sick of being in charge all the time after temporarily being the leader of Volary Flights and temporarily being the leader of the Tribe that no longer existed. Really he was just here to hang out and maybe learn something, maybe he'd learn about medicine that sounded like a fun way to spend his time.


    Looking towards the bear he simply nodded. Seeing a bear wasn't anything impressive, he had grown up around a bear named.. something. He was pretty sure her name had started with the letter p though. There had also been the bear infestation back when he was the assistant deputy of the Blackheart Rogues.. he'd been something like four months old back then. Bears really weren't intimidating to him though, that was the point.

    He was only mildly aware that the Hellraisers and Boneclan weren't on the best of terms. But most clans weren't on the best of terms with each other anyways unless the leaders were sucking up to each other and fucking each other with false praises and lame fake words of love and affection. It was that or you fucking hated them and were in a begrudging alliance. At least that's how things were in his experience. It was fucking pitiful. But he supposed if he was part of the Hellraisers and Boneclan he could try and be a thin thread that kept them from going at each other's throats and destroying both of their territories in their entirety. Or maybe he just needed somewhere to waste his time and fuck around.


    Stopping at the border with eyes glowing a dark shade of blood red the albino rolled his shoulders in a lame attempt to stretch them after his short walk to Boneclan's border. He knew who was in charge of the Hellraisers but now he needed to learn about Boneclan. And maybe they had alcohol. He was technically old enough to drink now that he was a year old. Not that it ever really stopped him before.

    He should've done this a long time ago. He shouldn't have resorted to killing himself three, almost four times. He should've just joined a clan that lacked morals and that already hated the clans he once lived in. But then again, the Hellraisers hadn't been around when he needed them and he sure as shit wasn't going to join the Exiles while that stupid fuck Damion was in charge. Word was though that the fucking moron of a lion was gone though so there was a plus. But the Hellraisers were new and in clear dire need of members and he always loved a project.


    Stopping at the border dark sunset eyes narrowed into a handsome mixture of red and purple. He was sure in this shadowy place his albinism would be no problem. Joining a new place would be a good way to forget the hell that his life was because fuck his life was a living hell. He just wondered who the fuck was in charge of this place.

    ( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )

    ╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,

    · HELIOS SCHNEEPLESTEIN SIMUL STAMUS FORTIS ANIMI VALAISTA , male — he / him

    ╰ ‣ fifteen months . ages on the 15th . created 11.13.18

    ╰ ‣ hellraisers & boneclan . member . titles

    ╰ ‣ pinterest board . faceclaim . voiceclaim

    ╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS , 

    · DOMESTIC FELINE , smells like blood and smoke , alive — 83%

    ╰ ‣ thick, wild, uncleaned fur . albino w/ visible pink skin . eyes that seem to vary between red & lilac

    ╰ ‣ front legs have burn scars . jagged, circular scars on stomach . tattered ears

    ╰ ‣ formerly wore a bright yellow scarf . formerly wore a vulture feather necklace . formerly wore a sunstone necklace

    ╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS , 

    · MBTI ❝ THE TITLE ❞ , hogwarts house , alignment , enneagram

    ╰ ‣ cold . serious . dedicated . passionate . observant . sarcastic

    ╰ ‣ desensitized . cruel . jealous . insincere . assertive . quippy

    ╰ ‣ intelligent . perceptive . rational . distanced . unfiltered

    ╰ ‣ insensitive . doubtful . workaholic . distrusting

    ╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,

    · DR.HENRIK x LUNGHELL , selene

    ╰ ‣ bisexual . extremely difficult to court

    ╰ ‣ extreme battle experience . very difficult to distract . self-taught

    ╰ ‣ mentally and physically extreme . will not start fights . will not run away . will not fight at all

    ╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by extra

    So after a lot of thinking I've decided that I'm going to have Latenight step down from his position and I'm quitting extended. I don't have a lot of muse for him and I've got the feeling that people don't really like me or my characters for a little while and it's kind of depressing. Oof, teenage depression ;p. Not to mention with his whole Blizzardclan ordeal I actually felt like I had to kill him just because of it so that's another factor. But yea I'm quitting extended and that's basically it. I may pop in sometimes on the discord but probably not. Thanks for the fun that I did have while I was here and I love all of you <333 Ahhh see you all later :3

    Allowing his head to lazily loll to the side he stared blankly at Zach with a lift of his brow. Did this guy really think he was just calling him a jackass? Was he a fucking idiot? Sighing loudly he grumbled out, "It was a general term, I was calling everyone in the vicinity a jackass, you're not special don't even think you are." It came out lazy and careless. Which is what he was. And depressed. Super sad and depressed and lonely. But that was besides the point. "Besides, I don't give people nicknames. I was just referring to all of you as a horde." Because that's what you are, a horde of jackasses.

    Slinking forward on wobbly legs came the nurse, his hollow crimson eyes flashing across the shapes of the two members of the Sanctuary before him. They seemed to be coming off a bit blurry in his eyes but maybe that was his awful vision or the sleep crud in the corners of his eyes. Or maybe that's just what he wanted to tell himself in a weak attempt to remind himself that he was only a bit drunk right now. Nevertheless he would help as he usually, most of the time, always had nothing to do. Taking in the sight of the bleary gift baskets he nodded slowly, "I'll go anywhere, I know where everything is," he spoke quickly, surprisingly so for someone who was on the precipice of being blackout shitfaced.

    Latenight used to care about what the Exiles did once upon a time when they relentlessly raided the many clans he used to reside in. Then he realized that it was fucking stupid and had stopped giving a shit. He had never wasted his time on raids. He rarely cared about who showed up at the borders to spit insults instead of getting down to business and just kicking each others asses. He just didn't care too much anymore, but that might've been the depression talking alongside his slowly diminishing memory space no thanks to all the drugs. But Latenight himself used to be a war guy. He used to barricade camps and set up traps and call strats for the Flights actually. And he liked to think he wasn't too bad at it, but that was up for debate. Still, he was here and had nothing else to do. So he would help. "Just say the word," he grunted with a shrug.

    Latenight was there in a lazy stumble as he arrived. His empty red stare seeming to be glazed over almost as if he hadn't processed a word that Chica said. On the contrary he had heard each word she spoke from her gunfire loud lungs and her barbed tongue as she skipped the beginnings or endings of some words. Truthfully, he wanted nothing to do with the Flights or the Kingdom, the Cartel was a maybe for him. But the other two, they could eat their own asses in his opinions. The Exiles he really didn't care for either. But they weren't nearly as obnoxious for him as Ver and her squadron of sun-sluts or Kira and his own group of bird fuckers. Well, actually that Damion bastard was pretty bad with his jailbird fuckheads. But, per usual, that was all besides the point as Latenight was a brutally hostile child.

    Slinking up came the wobbly form of the seal point, his hollow red eyes flickering across the shape of Chica. She looked different since he had last seen her. But what was it? He couldn't seem to process that she had gotten a whole new body since he had offed himself. Nevertheless he nodded his head in her direction as a clear indication that he would take a task.

    Here he was, back in a familiar place. He had actually quite liked it here unlike many of the other clans he had once inhabited. He hardly missed them. But this place, he had liked it, and he had liked the company he kept here with the exception of Lavendercrown who in his eyes seemed a bit like a bitch. Like, chill out, your kids died it's not a big deal. Take a fucking chill pill. Like shit, all of Latenight's kids were either dead, missing, or had died upon birth. He didn't know. But he did miss them each, he'd just gotten over it a bit too quickly for anyone to be comfortable with. But that was besides the point because he wasn't the father of those kids anymore. Not as he was now. But again, besides the point.


    Stumbling up with the rank scent of alcohol and a mixture of many known and unknown drugs emanated off the lean frame of the tall seal point. His hollow red eyes staring ahead blankly before closing in a rapid session of blinking. Right, he was here to join. He would have to remember that or risk standing here looking like an idiot.


    //ehg8e this is lame & all ic opinions of course he's just a bitter bitch

    Latenight, as always, had nothing to do and was there standing lazily beside Abbi and Baldr, offering them both a sideways glance and a nod of his head in silent greeting. He'd never received a serious gift before aside from the one he had been given by his mother before she abandoned him and Selene. He still had the necklace too. Then there was also that scarf he had gotten from a turkey. He had been fond of it but now it was in tatters and singed around the edges no thanks to his adoptive mother who had irreparably burnt him and the scarf. So the thought of getting a gift was a strange one for him, but he was there nonetheless.

    Latenight himself had never gotten sand in his eyes even when he had first joined. Maybe he had gotten sand in them but maybe he was used to his red eyes being dry and blank like an empty stare. Maybe he had sand in his eyes now and he didn't even feel it. Or maybe he was tripping balls and overthinking it. Stepping up alongside Stone he offered a his usual narrow, blank stare towards Headlights. He didn't really have anything to say as Stone had already asked the obligatory this and that question.

    With a roll of his eyes he began. "You, Baldr, you're cool," it was spoken in a lame tone as he waved his paws wildly as if trying to get the point across. Then turning to Ver he lifted a brow. There was nothing about her that he really liked. I mean fuck, she was basically a stranger. "I don't really know you so.. too bad?" He spoke with a shrug as he gave her a onceover with his hellish eyes. Then next was Nadine. He really didn't know her. But he was sure he could scrounge up a compliment or two. "Your horns are cool I guess."