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markus blackthorn
✨ 1 1/2 years
✨ male, he/him
✨ homosexual biromantic
✨ aloof, weird, odd
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Mark ducked his head low, pivoting his strangely long ears. He swept his eyes over the terrain, watching for movement. He'd been wandering for a while, but hadn't come across anycat- but now he smelled dozens.
He padded forwards, keeping his eyes an ears swivelling. Injured cats never let their guard down, and boy was Mark injured. A cut that was odd in shape had gotten its way into Mark's skin, right on his shoulder. He cursed under his breath, pain lancing through him. His short, white fur made the cut very apparent, blood staining the undercoat in his fur.
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[font=timesnewroman] [shadow=grey,left]I' M TIRED OF COMING HOME SICK ,
SOMEONE WILL CARE ABOUT THIS !
[shadow=grey,left]please, let somebody care about this ...
[spoiler=☆ change your mind, oh, change your mind ... ]
⌲ GENERAL
Full name: Joseph Asviah Kavinsky
(goes by Kavinsky or K, Joey if you're close)
Gender/Pronouns: Male, he/him
Age: 28
⌲ APPEARANCE
Kavinsky is a thin-framed man, standing at a rather unimpressive 5'6. His dark hair is typically slicked back and he usually has an unkept five-o-clock shadow about his face. His features are somewhat sallow, his skin pale and freckled. K's green eyes have a deceiving innocent look to them, like a photograph of a refugee child on the cover of a newspaper. Everything about him but his hollow gaze is sharp.
⌲ PERSONALITY
+| loyal / truthful / independent / witty
~| opinionated / confrontational
- | cold / selfish / impulsive / patronizing
⌲ PAST
Kavinsky grew up in Hoboken, New Jersey. The Blackout happened when K was 6, destroying his family's home and forcing them to flee New Jersey when looters started to break into the Kavinsky family's sizable mansion. His family included his older brother, mother and father. Valentin, his older brother, was a budding rapper. He was 15 years older than K, was often not home, playing gigs and doing small tours. His father was involved in the Bulgarian mafia and his mother was an addict. Both of his parents were completely neglectful, and his father was physically, emotionally and verbally abusive. Kavinsky had a small gaggle of friends at the time, none of which knew the extent of the abuse until K killed his father in self defense at 16. He was left to fend for his not-all-there mother and himself. She later died from withdrawals as her husband was the one who supplied her with the drugs she was so dependent on. Kavinsky now mostly keeps to himself, having lost contact with any of his friends secluding after his mother's death. He lives in an abandoned apartment building in town, scavenging and dealing whatever drugs and supplies he can find.
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The reek of blood in the air briefly led Incisor to question whether or not he was back in ScarClan's castle, hiding from the crimson-laced rain that the gods had sent upon them.
Upon fully waking up, glancing around at the shipwreck, and affirming that he was in RiverClan after all, the coyote shook his head and got to his feet. Taking a moment to determine which direction the metallic stench was coming from, he then jogged off in that direction, ears flattening back. Were Floralghost or Ayaka hurt, had Evergreen returned, or was it someone entirely different? Hopefully it was one of the latter two doors, as while he had garnered some medical knowledge over the years, he definitely wasn't a qualified medic; and it wouldn't do to lose one of the few members that they still had.
As the white feline came into view, and their scar became visible, the canine winced. Approaching carefully, he turned his head towards the camp and barked, "Floralghost, Ayaka? Someone's hurt." Looking back to the cat, he added more softly, "Might want to sit down. Help's on the way."
/a bit rushed
/using my main for this post, since I accidentally locked myself out of Incisor's account
/moral of the story, don't try to use a functionality if staff haven't announced that it's completely finished
[font=trebuchet ms]some individual
hey hey
joey loves you <3
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markus blackthorn
✨ 1 1/2 years
✨ male, he/him
✨ homosexual biromantic
✨ aloof, weird, odd
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Mark spotted a canine approaching him and backed up, his tail poofing to double its usual size. Once it got closer and spoke, Mark seemed to chill out slightly, glancing around before slowly sinking to the ground. He winced a bit, shoulder stinging.
"H-Help?" He asked. The last time he'd been offered 'help', he'd ended up getting captured by a bloodthirsty, terrible pack of cats somewhere out to the west. His bicoloured eyes glanced around, ready to try to run if someone tried to hurt him again.
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[font=timesnewroman] [shadow=grey,left]I' M TIRED OF COMING HOME SICK ,
SOMEONE WILL CARE ABOUT THIS !
[shadow=grey,left]please, let somebody care about this ...
[spoiler=☆ change your mind, oh, change your mind ... ]
⌲ GENERAL
Full name: Joseph Asviah Kavinsky
(goes by Kavinsky or K, Joey if you're close)
Gender/Pronouns: Male, he/him
Age: 28
⌲ APPEARANCE
Kavinsky is a thin-framed man, standing at a rather unimpressive 5'6. His dark hair is typically slicked back and he usually has an unkept five-o-clock shadow about his face. His features are somewhat sallow, his skin pale and freckled. K's green eyes have a deceiving innocent look to them, like a photograph of a refugee child on the cover of a newspaper. Everything about him but his hollow gaze is sharp.
⌲ PERSONALITY
+| loyal / truthful / independent / witty
~| opinionated / confrontational
- | cold / selfish / impulsive / patronizing
⌲ PAST
Kavinsky grew up in Hoboken, New Jersey. The Blackout happened when K was 6, destroying his family's home and forcing them to flee New Jersey when looters started to break into the Kavinsky family's sizable mansion. His family included his older brother, mother and father. Valentin, his older brother, was a budding rapper. He was 15 years older than K, was often not home, playing gigs and doing small tours. His father was involved in the Bulgarian mafia and his mother was an addict. Both of his parents were completely neglectful, and his father was physically, emotionally and verbally abusive. Kavinsky had a small gaggle of friends at the time, none of which knew the extent of the abuse until K killed his father in self defense at 16. He was left to fend for his not-all-there mother and himself. She later died from withdrawals as her husband was the one who supplied her with the drugs she was so dependent on. Kavinsky now mostly keeps to himself, having lost contact with any of his friends secluding after his mother's death. He lives in an abandoned apartment building in town, scavenging and dealing whatever drugs and supplies he can find.
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[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]blood. oh no. floralghost broke into the run at the scent, worry clouding his thoughts. was it one of his clanmembers? what if someone had gotten hurt? oh god, if there'd been a raid, floral didn't know what he'd do-
he saw incisor first, then the white ball of fluff close by. that was where the blood was coming from. "incisor, could you find some clean moss? or cobwebs? anything to stop blood, really." floral asked his deputy, blue eyes flicking from the cat, to incisor. "hello there, i'm floralghost. we'll try to help you.." staring at the odd wound on the cat, floral shook his head. "could you tell us what happened?"
[spoiler= ◂ DETOX JUST TO RETOX | 23 / 1]
･ﾟ★ ☾ I'M COMING APART AT THE SEAMS, PITCHING MYSELF LEADS IN OTHER PEOPLE'S DREAMS, NOW BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ,
GENERAL ★ DOC, THERE'S A HOLE WHERE SOMETHING WAS
★ floralghost | ghost, floral, sock | evan
★ male/questioning | he/him or they/them | male
★ three | twenty-three | october 31st | scorpio
★ leader of riverclan | occasionally goes to the neighborhood where he was born in
★ chosen by thoth
★ kittypet, loner, warrior
★ 1/21, idk
★ speaks in #433C43, bold mobile
OTHER ★ HE NEEDS HIS HEAD PUT THROUGH A CAT SCAN
★ struggles with insomnia, depression, social anxiety. has lexical-gustatory synesthesia. (smells/tastes things when certain words are spoken) fond of music, caffeine, the occasional human, ukuleles, and snuggles. hates slugs, fear, being alone, tall trees, and large crowds.
★ knows three human languages thanks to a trilingual family, can pick up on sign language somewhat well. speaking reference, singing reference. raspy, tired, quiet voice most of the time.
★ can imitate dinosaur noises pretty well. chews on his fur a lot. when nervous, he'll start grooming his bird "birthmark". plays the ukulele pretty well for a cat. sasslord.
★ smells like a foresty rose
APPEARANCE ★ I'M A LOOSE BOLT OF A COMPLETE MACHINE
★ cat | maine coon | eventual forms: german shepard, rabbit
★ thin despite his breed, lanky, tall | slightly above average strength
★ dark brown with brown/cream undertones | a dark smudge by his ribcage that looks distinctly like a bird in flight, a few flower-like splotches of cream on his belly, black socks on his front paws, and an entirely black neck. if you shaved off all his fur, you'd find dark patches burned into almost tattoos on his skin. | dark blue eyes, intense and concerned most of the time | he has somewhat fresh scars around his front paws and the insides of his legs, one scar near his left ear from tripping down a flight of stairs, one where his left eyebrow would be, and a longer, raggedy scar from his belly to his left hip.
★ human au
★ floral has a pair of white, roundish willy wonka-style sunglasses that he wears almost 24/7, even in the night. reference | almost always wearing a floral kimono | carries around a ukulele on occasion
★ physical health: 92%
PERSONALITY ★ I'M HALF DOOMED AND YOU'RE SEMI-SWEET
★ INTP | inferiority superiority complex | adorkable | insomniac | enemy within
★
★ loyal | honest | loving | energetic | protective
★ empathetic | intelligent | musical | logical | introverted
★ angry | socially awkward | jealous | emotional | frustrated
★ incredibly insecure about leading rc, but also incredibly protective over all of his warriors.
★ sometimes could be possessed by a demon named blurryface, a possible vessel of thoth
★ mental health: like probably 2%
★ can see ghosts
RELATIONSHIPS ★ SO BOYCOTT LOVE
★ [url=http://]heartchart
★ panromantic (poly as hell) | god, he'd love to be in love.
★ questioning, likely greysexual | questionable, very confused
★ in a commited relationship with his ukulele (single) | no crush | [ 1 ] potential crushes
★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by n/a
★ trusts: neptune, most of riverclan
★ 1/2 of nepal,
INTERACTION ★ NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR YOU SING ABOUT TRAGEDY
★ difficult fighter | easy to attack emotionally | attack in #5E545E
★ will not initiate fights (most of the time) | will fight back if attacked
★ usually a pacifist, but will fight for those he loves, and will fight hard. as a leader, he's definitely more of a talker, but when attacking, he's going to be in the thick of it.
★ ask to maim/capture/kill
★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed
★ could a ukulele be considered a weapon? [/spoiler]
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OH HELL YES (I'M A NERVOUS WRECK)
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Ayaka Tateyama 楯山 絢香♢ warrior ♢ riverclan ♢
"Oh, dear..." Ayaka's face grew grim, and she padded forward with a swallow. "I can help, if you need." She offered, glancing at Mark. "You're safe, darling. We don't want to hurt you -- but it would help us to know how you were injured." She explained gently. She curled her tail around her paws, kneading the ground with her claws.
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markus blackthorn
✨ 1 1/2 years
✨ male, he/him
✨ homosexual biromantic
✨ aloof, weird, odd
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Mark looked at the three beings, trying to judge if he could trust them. His small pendant hanging around his neck moved when he did, looking at thebothers. "W-Well I.. I had been out on patrol. I-In my territoy. Far, far west of here." he started, anxiously moving his paws. There was an odd, almost foreign lilt to his voice. "And I was taken by this-this pack of feral cats. Matred furr a-and scars on their face and all-black eyes. They called themselves the Hunt. A-And.. I lived there. For about five months." Mark was standing now, pain forgotten in his anxiety. He was padding in circles, stressed out beyond belief. "Then they found out about my relationship with a.. a-another cat, and I got banished, but I tried to stop them from hurting hi- t-the other cat. But they held me d-down and did this. And hurt h-him. I-In front of me. As soon as I-I could get up I ran." Marks stutter became more prominentand he stimbled over his words, ashamed that he said "him" and that he left Keiran there, left him to possibly die because he was afraid.
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[font=timesnewroman] [shadow=grey,left]I' M TIRED OF COMING HOME SICK ,
SOMEONE WILL CARE ABOUT THIS !
[shadow=grey,left]please, let somebody care about this ...
[spoiler=☆ change your mind, oh, change your mind ... ]
⌲ GENERAL
Full name: Joseph Asviah Kavinsky
(goes by Kavinsky or K, Joey if you're close)
Gender/Pronouns: Male, he/him
Age: 28
⌲ APPEARANCE
Kavinsky is a thin-framed man, standing at a rather unimpressive 5'6. His dark hair is typically slicked back and he usually has an unkept five-o-clock shadow about his face. His features are somewhat sallow, his skin pale and freckled. K's green eyes have a deceiving innocent look to them, like a photograph of a refugee child on the cover of a newspaper. Everything about him but his hollow gaze is sharp.
⌲ PERSONALITY
+| loyal / truthful / independent / witty
~| opinionated / confrontational
- | cold / selfish / impulsive / patronizing
⌲ PAST
Kavinsky grew up in Hoboken, New Jersey. The Blackout happened when K was 6, destroying his family's home and forcing them to flee New Jersey when looters started to break into the Kavinsky family's sizable mansion. His family included his older brother, mother and father. Valentin, his older brother, was a budding rapper. He was 15 years older than K, was often not home, playing gigs and doing small tours. His father was involved in the Bulgarian mafia and his mother was an addict. Both of his parents were completely neglectful, and his father was physically, emotionally and verbally abusive. Kavinsky had a small gaggle of friends at the time, none of which knew the extent of the abuse until K killed his father in self defense at 16. He was left to fend for his not-all-there mother and himself. She later died from withdrawals as her husband was the one who supplied her with the drugs she was so dependent on. Kavinsky now mostly keeps to himself, having lost contact with any of his friends secluding after his mother's death. He lives in an abandoned apartment building in town, scavenging and dealing whatever drugs and supplies he can find.
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Ayaka Tateyama 楯山 絢香♢ warrior ♢ riverclan ♢
Ayaka’s expression morphed into an amalgam of pity and concern. â€ÂÂI see…†She flicked an ear, standing up anxiously. â€ÂÂA-ah, you should probably sit down…†She urged, resisting the urge to rest her tail on his shoulder comfortingly. This was an injured and scared cat and doing that would probably be a very bad idea. She glanced at Floralghost and Incisor, swallowing. â€ÂÂI-its alright, dear. Nobody can hurt you now…†Though as Mark told the story, one could see the rage growing in her expression. To hurt someone like that… That was so cruel. It was unfair and unkind and most certainly unacceptale.
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[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]god, that sounded.. horrible. floralghost rarely dealt with relationships, but he'd had one in the past, that ached as he thought of what this cat had gone through. "riverclan.. we're not like that, i promise. we're.. i'm sorry." floral let out a sigh, blue eyes clouding with concern. "we need to get you back to the camp, we'll try and fix up that wound. nobody here will hurt you, i promise." the maine coon moved closer to mark, resting his tail in a comforting manner on mark's back.
/im in the middle of a show so this is bad
[spoiler= ◂ DETOX JUST TO RETOX | 23 / 1]
･ﾟ★ ☾ I'M COMING APART AT THE SEAMS, PITCHING MYSELF LEADS IN OTHER PEOPLE'S DREAMS, NOW BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ,
GENERAL ★ DOC, THERE'S A HOLE WHERE SOMETHING WAS
★ floralghost | ghost, floral, sock | evan
★ male/questioning | he/him or they/them | male
★ three | twenty-three | october 31st | scorpio
★ leader of riverclan | occasionally goes to the neighborhood where he was born in
★ chosen by thoth
★ kittypet, loner, warrior
★ 1/21, idk
★ speaks in #433C43, bold mobile
OTHER ★ HE NEEDS HIS HEAD PUT THROUGH A CAT SCAN
★ struggles with insomnia, depression, social anxiety. has lexical-gustatory synesthesia. (smells/tastes things when certain words are spoken) fond of music, caffeine, the occasional human, ukuleles, and snuggles. hates slugs, fear, being alone, tall trees, and large crowds.
★ knows three human languages thanks to a trilingual family, can pick up on sign language somewhat well. speaking reference, singing reference. raspy, tired, quiet voice most of the time.
★ can imitate dinosaur noises pretty well. chews on his fur a lot. when nervous, he'll start grooming his bird "birthmark". plays the ukulele pretty well for a cat. sasslord.
★ smells like a foresty rose
APPEARANCE ★ I'M A LOOSE BOLT OF A COMPLETE MACHINE
★ cat | maine coon | eventual forms: german shepard, rabbit
★ thin despite his breed, lanky, tall | slightly above average strength
★ dark brown with brown/cream undertones | a dark smudge by his ribcage that looks distinctly like a bird in flight, a few flower-like splotches of cream on his belly, black socks on his front paws, and an entirely black neck. if you shaved off all his fur, you'd find dark patches burned into almost tattoos on his skin. | dark blue eyes, intense and concerned most of the time | he has somewhat fresh scars around his front paws and the insides of his legs, one scar near his left ear from tripping down a flight of stairs, one where his left eyebrow would be, and a longer, raggedy scar from his belly to his left hip.
★ human au
★ floral has a pair of white, roundish willy wonka-style sunglasses that he wears almost 24/7, even in the night. reference | almost always wearing a floral kimono | carries around a ukulele on occasion
★ physical health: 92%
PERSONALITY ★ I'M HALF DOOMED AND YOU'RE SEMI-SWEET
★ INTP | inferiority superiority complex | adorkable | insomniac | enemy within
★
★ loyal | honest | loving | energetic | protective
★ empathetic | intelligent | musical | logical | introverted
★ angry | socially awkward | jealous | emotional | frustrated
★ incredibly insecure about leading rc, but also incredibly protective over all of his warriors.
★ sometimes could be possessed by a demon named blurryface, a possible vessel of thoth
★ mental health: like probably 2%
★ can see ghosts
RELATIONSHIPS ★ SO BOYCOTT LOVE
★ [url=http://]heartchart
★ panromantic (poly as hell) | god, he'd love to be in love.
★ questioning, likely greysexual | questionable, very confused
★ in a commited relationship with his ukulele (single) | no crush | [ 1 ] potential crushes
★ npc x npc | generation 1 | adopted by n/a
★ trusts: neptune, most of riverclan
★ 1/2 of nepal,
INTERACTION ★ NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR YOU SING ABOUT TRAGEDY
★ difficult fighter | easy to attack emotionally | attack in #5E545E
★ will not initiate fights (most of the time) | will fight back if attacked
★ usually a pacifist, but will fight for those he loves, and will fight hard. as a leader, he's definitely more of a talker, but when attacking, he's going to be in the thick of it.
★ ask to maim/capture/kill
★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed
★ could a ukulele be considered a weapon? [/spoiler]
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OH HELL YES (I'M A NERVOUS WRECK)
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markus blackthorn
✨ 1 1/2 years
✨ male, he/him
✨ homosexual biromantic
✨ aloof, weird, odd
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Mark glaced from stranger to stranger st thr looked at him with pity. He walked in one more circle before sitting down again. Mark had flinched slightly when he felt the tail on his shoulder, not expecting it, but didnt move it away or move away from Floralghost. These beings seemed trustable, and at least their fur was clean and seemingly brushed.
[color=lightblue]"A-Alright." Markus replied, hesitantly nodding. [color=lightblue]"Thank you. I appreciate y-your kindness." He meowed, sounding aloof and formal. Gwynn of The Hunt had been a ruthless leader of those feral, scary cats. He'd required respect and loyalty from each of his Hunters, even though he never returned it. In fact, Gwynn was one of the rudest, most ruthless cats he'd ever met.
His mind wandered to Kieran as he walked with the other two cats and the coyote. He looked around while he walked, bicoloured eyes wide and scared, even though he was beginning to trust these animals.
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[font=timesnewroman] [shadow=grey,left]I' M TIRED OF COMING HOME SICK ,
SOMEONE WILL CARE ABOUT THIS !
[shadow=grey,left]please, let somebody care about this ...
[spoiler=☆ change your mind, oh, change your mind ... ]
⌲ GENERAL
Full name: Joseph Asviah Kavinsky
(goes by Kavinsky or K, Joey if you're close)
Gender/Pronouns: Male, he/him
Age: 28
⌲ APPEARANCE
Kavinsky is a thin-framed man, standing at a rather unimpressive 5'6. His dark hair is typically slicked back and he usually has an unkept five-o-clock shadow about his face. His features are somewhat sallow, his skin pale and freckled. K's green eyes have a deceiving innocent look to them, like a photograph of a refugee child on the cover of a newspaper. Everything about him but his hollow gaze is sharp.
⌲ PERSONALITY
+| loyal / truthful / independent / witty
~| opinionated / confrontational
- | cold / selfish / impulsive / patronizing
⌲ PAST
Kavinsky grew up in Hoboken, New Jersey. The Blackout happened when K was 6, destroying his family's home and forcing them to flee New Jersey when looters started to break into the Kavinsky family's sizable mansion. His family included his older brother, mother and father. Valentin, his older brother, was a budding rapper. He was 15 years older than K, was often not home, playing gigs and doing small tours. His father was involved in the Bulgarian mafia and his mother was an addict. Both of his parents were completely neglectful, and his father was physically, emotionally and verbally abusive. Kavinsky had a small gaggle of friends at the time, none of which knew the extent of the abuse until K killed his father in self defense at 16. He was left to fend for his not-all-there mother and himself. She later died from withdrawals as her husband was the one who supplied her with the drugs she was so dependent on. Kavinsky now mostly keeps to himself, having lost contact with any of his friends secluding after his mother's death. He lives in an abandoned apartment building in town, scavenging and dealing whatever drugs and supplies he can find.
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Ah, right, moss or cobwebs. He remembered being cleaned up with those quite a few times back in the day. With a nod, the coyote turned and hurried off to go fetch some moss, though what the boy had said occupied his thoughts. He'd been snatched by feral creatures, and tortured after they found out about a cat he was in a relationship with? Gods above- and he'd thought he'd had it rough all those years ago.
Tearing a colony of moss off of one of the trees with his teeth, the canine headed back, following the sounds of the others' voices. As he caught up with the three, he fell into step beside Ayaka, fixing his eyes on Mark. Hopefully they'd make it all the way to camp; at the very least, it was close by, so they wouldn't have to walk much further.
this is not a place of honor
no great deeds are commemorated here
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