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^{❝ See I'm not a monster, I'm just ahead of the curve. ❞}

^{As hushed exchanges happened in the group, Ash's scarred silver and red pelt shimmered into view, her multi-colored eyes shimmering coldly as her shoulders rolled like spines of a beast working across her long coat, mouth a hard-set line as she came to sit apart from the others. Her backstory? Her backstory was she was the grand-daughter of the brother of one of the most dangerous Bloodclan cats she had heard of. Half-kittypet, half rogue and full merciless killing soldier. Kin killed by kin was a common trait in her line, her great aunt Luna eating her own sister at a young age, killing Ash's grandfather later on. She inhaled deeply, staring at Spectre with silent loyalty. He was their leader, kept them alive even when the clans tried to chase them off. And she was his personal attack dog, a creature who followed orders and held no mercy for anyone who Spectre deemed unnessecary. She had no family, no friends, just her claws and fangs.}

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^{❝ See I'm not a monster, I'm just ahead of the curve. ❞}

        ^{They are ruthless and they like all fight for our cause with vigorous abandon. Ash you will be our first Claw in our family. Ash flicked a tattered ear, her mottled eyes blinking with seemingly uninterested dullness but she did approach, that brilliant shimmering monster of golds and silvers, black lining her back and sides like swimming goliaths beneath the gorgeous ocean of long fur and canyons of scars. She bowed her head as she pushed forward, glittering coldly as she showed her sign of respect to the tom who had kept her alive for the time. She wished she could express how much she appreciated everything he did for her verbally, but she guessed being willing to charge into battle with reckless abandon because he told her to spoke more words than she ever could. She straightened up, looking at him with those sectioned green and brown eyes, looking like a brilliant show of earthly copper broken up by glorious, precious emerald shards in each eye, sitting patiently as she always did for her next task. This one was a mark.}

^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{He strode toward the canyon with the elegance of a king, ghostly eyes staring down at the prison before him. He was large, a monster standing upon and over look with a billowing white mane and pale orbs narrowed in the sunshine. His lips pulled back over his extended canines, twisting into a charming grin. The twisting dusty creature beneath his mane laid it's head upon his own, staring at what he looked at with curious, soulless looking eyes. Look at it, Basil. It's our new beginning. Our newest conquest. It's going to be quite the challenge to earn their trust, but... we both know how much I like a challenge. He turned from the ledge, stalking his way down to a safer place where he waited now, black legs tucked neatly against him, freckled face in the friendliest, calmest he could muster with the bobbed tail tucked beneath him. The giant awaited, his ghostly eyes forward and looking for movement.}

^{— WHAT'S MORE WRONG - THAT I TOO WISH TO BE GREAT OR MY MOTHER WISHED SHE'D HAD A SON?}

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^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{And what are you here for, handsome stranger? The compliment brought a faux smile to the large cat's face, blue eyes flicking to it's source to be faced with a lupurca hybrid. The creature before him was attractive, creams and pinks mixing to create this sort of interesting palette. It was soothing on his eyes for a tom of such great contrasts and his eyes shifted up and down, nearly forgetting his question before his voice rumbled like a soothing river, obviously originating from deep in his chest but held that sort of jokester tone to it, Well, what other reason do you find beast walking upon the walls of your canyon? But, I must say, if everyone here in this prison look anything like you, I might just actually have to work. He smiled, blue eyes flicking back up to meet the hybrid. Then he mentioned Basil and Ald perked his rounded ears, looking down at the mane he had as the black mamba let out a threatening hiss hidden beneath the snowy-white fur. Oh, hush you big fucking grump. He was merely asking about ya! The lion said, amused before looking back up, We're a packaged deal. He's my buddy and also one of the deadliest snakes in the world. A glimmer in those eyes as he smiled again, turning up his charm on this young dog. He had no actual interest in this apprentice but... teasing is teasing.}

^{— WHAT'S MORE WRONG - THAT I TOO WISH TO BE GREAT OR MY MOTHER WISHED SHE'D HAD A SON?}

— I DON'T WANT WHAT YOU HAVE

NAME, NICKNAMES; Aldritch Terentius Varro - Brutus

GENDER, PRONOUNS; Male - he/him pronouns

SEXUALITY; Polyamorous Bisexual

AGE, AGING RATE; 2 Years - Realistic

AFFILIATION, RANK; The Exiles - Exile

FAMILY; Terentius Varro

A large beast that seems to radiate a sort royalty to him, pure black pillars hold up the snowy American lion. His head is large, as expected of the ancient felidae cat and large canines poke through his lips. His face is adorned with black speckling and head topped with the same colored ears with a snowy white mane-not at it's full size but growing with age-and a stocky, muscular body. His black tail is docked, the reason of why unknown besides the face it was severed. By what? He won't tell.

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crazy jealous guy benevolent boss non-action big bad

He's flirty, manipulative and is deadset on leading one day. Despite his ambitions, he doesn't want to do his own work, using others that believe in him to do the dirty work. But don't excuse his disinterest as laziness. If anything, he's merciful for when something that his underlings can't take care of gets in his way, he "takes care of it." But, despite this, the one thing this wanna-be king loves is, well, love. Not lovey-dovey love, no, but sensual and physical, nothing exchanged. He's the guy who enjoys concubines, flirts with everyone, and sleeps with anyone. And he's not easily held down, hating commitment to one person and preferring many, large open relationships where he can have all the fun he wants. But he's also very protective of those he does get, not liking the idea of them sleeping with others and does not easily accept others into his "pride." A toxic mindset on love? Very.

Aldritch was raised in a cult-like group, his father the patriarch, judge, and executioner. Ald grew up watching his father take multiple females into his group, had many half-siblings of all ages that... eventually angered their father and led to their untimely death for crimes they didn't even commit. But his father used to be kind, according to one of Ald's older brothers, loving to his three original mates. But around the time Ald and his sister were born, his father began spiraling. Having killed all 7 of his sons and watching his daughters being killed by savage beast, the "king" went mad, paranoid in his older age and blood thirsty even. He'd beat Ald, Ald's remaining older brother, and Ald's sister. Ald eventually killed his mothers and father but... the genetics leave his psyche up in the air along with the blood on his black paws.

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FUTURE PLOTS;
-- Begin fling with Barghest
^{- perhaps begins confiding in the other as a close friend, ranting and raving over things}
-- Become friends with Ver
-- Multiple meetings with Ambrosia
^{- leads to him getting attached despite commitment issues and gets uber protective and jealous over her}

^{- Has an illegal, illegitimate litter with her}

^{- confused breakdown because he loves her but attachment? what's that?}
-- Get turned into frog
^{-will lead to him earning shape-shifting ability}
-- Basil dies

^{-this is just gonna be an actual fuck fest leading to possibility of him becoming cold, angry, and detached from everyone}

— I WANT TO BE YOU

^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{A small seal made her way toward them and he tilted his head. Strange. Was there water nearby for her to swim in? He flicked his black ears in his own thought, brushing it aside for another time as she asked him a question. He clicked his tongue before replying, Well, if everything goes according to plan, yes. I will be staying. He laid down before them, Basil slithering his way to rest atop the beast's head as a sandy-white coil over the alabaster lion's skull. The next question was from his lupurca friend and the tom smiled again. Aldritch hated giving out his name. It wasn't well known and those who did know it, knew the Terentius Varr weren't quite... alright in the head. He inhaled, though and, teasing still, murmured out, Well, if I were to give you my name, you'd have a power over me. You'd have something I don't have from either of you and that is an identity, a name to a face. Though, I never was interested in the names of my... conquests. He smiled again at Rose, flicking his bobbed tail behind him before a chuckle erupted deep in his chest. Aldritch Terentius Varr is my name. My friends call me either Ald or Brutus and this is Basilisk, Basil for short. Now what is your names?}

^{DAMION LANNISTER}  

^{— WHAT'S MORE WRONG - THAT I TOO WISH TO BE GREAT OR MY MOTHER WISHED SHE'D HAD A SON?}

^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{The alabaster lion had smelled food from his cell, his cases of books that had taken him a few hours still stacked haphazardly around his cell. He knew he should of been organizing them-afterall, he had spent...alot of his time to get some of those books-but that sweet smell that made his stomach rumble had drifted the black and white beast down to the gathering. His face was awashed by the flames and, in his maw, he carried a bottle of sloshing red liquid. Perhaps some would instantly assume blood but this connoisseur-how hilarious to think this skank was a connoisseur-hoped others wouldn't be so stupid. His ghostly blue eyes flicked to where Rose, Penny, and Barghest. His black paws hesitated before bringing him forward and dropping the bottle at the large Lupurca's paws. I would say this is a house-warming gift, but I think I am the newest one here, He smirked, laying down a bit away from the blanket the other laid on, his black ears flicked back before he spoke again, The names Aldritch.}

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^{WHAT MOTIVATES ME - HATRED OR IS IT LOVE? —}

^{The lion froze a moment upon the next question though. Well. I mean, I guess not many people want the lion who burnt his mother and father to a crisp on accident living with them, huh? He said satirically but, still his ghostly blue eyes glimmered warily. Well, he did just admit to killing his parents, so who knows where this will go now. Oh well. He was here, it was said, and now these people knew not only his name but his sins. No where to go but up. He flashed a smile to settle his... unsettling words and exhaled, calmly.}

^{— WHAT'S MORE WRONG - THAT I TOO WISH TO BE GREAT OR MY MOTHER WISHED SHE'D HAD A SON?}