IM AT AN ALL TIME LOW / joining

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[align=center][div style="width:400px;line-height:0.9;text-align:justify;font-size:11pt;"]one day, theonidous had awoken from his deep, one hundred year slumber- thiugh, what he woke up to wasn't pleasant. the world was destroyed, and the air smelled like absolute shit. it hurt his throat, making it sore each time the wyvern took a breath, no matter how short the breath was. he had quickly decided that he needed to leave, so he had started on his journey, fyi g high above the clouds and sleeping in the top of the trees every few hours. after months of travelling, he finally found a place he could breath.

a small patch of flowers, soft pink in colour and petals just as delicate as his scales. he dipped his head down to breathe in their scent, letting out a peaceful sigh as he slowly lowered himself into the bed of flowers, tucking his wings under his chest and resting his head against the ground. the breeze gently ruffled the flowers, and just before he drifted off, he heard foot steps approaching- four paws touching down against the earth. he slowly rose his head, sleepy blue eyes oddly bright as he put on a welcoming smile. "hello?" he called dreamily. "is anyone there?"

[member=8148]COSMIIX[/member]
[spoiler=TAGS | 3/23]GENERAL INFO —
→ thoenidous | " sleepwalker " | god of sleep and nighttime | he is a god from a made up religion*
→ no known gender | unknown biological sex, assumed male | any pronouns accepted, personally uses masculine pronouns but doesn't care
→ his body age is currently a couple hundred years old | mentally millions of years old | unknown birthday | unknown zodiac
→ member of fortis ignis | a demigid
APPEARANCE —
→ compared to other dragons/wyverns, sleepie is considered very small. when on all fours, he only stands at 5'2, and is around 9-10 feet long- he weighs in at about 130 lbs. his scales are made of very thin and fragile obsidian, making it a deep and glassy looking plum colour. as he is a wyvern, he doesn't really have front legs, just wings with very dull claws that help him grip the ground and walk. in his head are fairly large horns that are a soft greyish blue, and they loosely coil around his long neck. he tends to decorate himself in thin silver chains, some of whitchurch have things attached to them, and a few chairs form a pretty head dress that hang into his light blue eyes. normally, he looks very sleepy and always sounds like it too.
PERSONALITY —
→ ISFP | hufflepuff | true neutral
→ optimist | introvert
→ sleepie spends most of his time asleep. it's his favourite passtime, and his only way to seem.. normal. on a good day, he spends two hours awake and then takes regular naps in between each two hours. he is considered lofty and down to earth. he always hears both sides of the story and is a very good judge in situations that call for one. he is often very calm and collected- unless he threaten something he cares abou, and then he loses his shit. he becomes violent and irrational, and then it's goodbye to whatever pissed him off. without his sleep, there are a few stages of exhaustion that he goes through. a straight day without sleep simply makes him tired. there's nothing different about him except he's sluggish. two straight days without sleep, and he becomes easily agitated and angered. avoid him if he is like this, as he also gets violent. three days of no sleep, and he becomes increasingly paranoid. normally, sometime during the third day he will pass out. if he doesn't pass out, then on the fourth day, he will sleep without any way to wake him up.
POWERS —
→ item | description
→ item | description
→ item | description
→ item | description
RELATIONSHIPS —
→ josius, god of stone xx albiyot | too many siblings to name
→ single | taken by __ | completely oblivious as to what love is
→ assumed asexual | assumed a romantic
→ sexuality and romantic preference are not set in stone.
BATTLE TAGS —
→ peaceful actions can be powerplayed | he loves physical contact- as long as you're warm
→ physically easy when not angry | physically very difficult when angered
→ mentally very difficult when not angered | mentally easy when angered- not advised that you insult him when angry
→ @ salem when attacking
OTHER —
→ *sleepie is a god from a made up religion! it is from a book i've been developing and he exists along all other gods and should not conflict with any back stories!

[I. GHANA]

The jaguar wore a frown finding that there was someone here and it hadn't been someone that had tagged along with him, he didn't necessarily mind possible joiners but, the thought of having to interact with everyone since it was unappealing to him still even if he had been stuck with his people for quite a few months now you'd think the sovereign would've at least, been much kinder to them. His whiskers twitched as he said in a blunt voice as his pupils narrowed in the slightest "You're trespassing on my tribe's land." With a pause, he snorted a bit trying to keep himself calm despite this type of thing actually irritating him "Name and business." He finally said with a flick of his curved ears as he briefly shouldered the tiger's pelt that he wore on his muscular form, he knew that some from the past wouldn't fancy him wearing another creature's skin yet here he was not really giving a literal fuck of what others wanted or thought of him. He cared more about the people here (even if he wouldn't admit to it) and that things were running smoothly since he was certain that was his duty as the sovereign of the land, he supposed that everything would've been much easier if he had a someone to help him with the load yet he didn't. A thing that was evident about Kunta was that he was a bit of a workaholic and a pretty nasty one at that since he did not stop until the task he had given himself was completed. He didn't think much of it since he had been forced to have that kind of mindset by his own father, by now, he was simply exhausted and grouchy towards anyone else since he hadn't slept in quite a few hours or so. He also couldn't see why the small wyvern was so relaxed when he was clearly on someone else's home and almost deciding to take a nap, the thought only seemed to make the jaguar even more irritable.

[KISHI]

Amaya finds it a tad odd that such groups require a mandatory “name and business” protocol, but who is she to judge? Had she made her own group, she probably would’ve required something similar. When it comes down to it, the idea of such a protocol almost seems necessary—letting random strangers in without an introduction is sure to cause problems. Still, the idea in general irks her a little, but she can’t put a paw on it.

Quietly, the panther watches the obsidian dragon from a distance, purple hues narrowing ever so slightly. He’s trespassing now, well beyond the territory’s markers, but she doesn’t move. Instead she hides, using the growth of bushes and ground plants to cover her jet black frame in the shadows. Her gradual and steady steps are quiet—almost too quiet—as she slinks forwards, careful not to make too much noise. (That task alone is easy, especially when the dragon starts moving a little more and talking.)

It isn’t hard to notice Kunta once he steps into the scene, especially with the tiger skin he wears, but Amaya still blinks in surprise when he speaks. He has an authoritative tone to him, something she hadn’t been expecting—but it should be obvious, shouldn’t it? If one must lead a group, then one must have some form of authority radiating around them.

Lifting her head, Amaya reveals herself, and slides in to the scene not too far away from the other two. She doesn’t speak, only stare upwards at the dragon. She... has heard of these creatures before, in those fairytales all children are told, but she had never expected that she would ever see one in person. Is it the radiation? She isn’t sure, but it’s interesting, to say the least.

(( ayyy welcome fam!! ))

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[align=center][div style="width:400px;line-height:0.9;text-align:justify;font-size:11pt;"]nonexistent eyebrows raised as a panther moved over, adorning the pelt of a larger wildcat, and theonidous briefly wondering if he had travelled back to the stone age. his smile slowly fell as a second blantyre appeared, and he scrambled to stand, attempting to seem bigger- just in case they decided to attack. it seemed to just be a group of panthers- and he wouldn't be able to fight back unless he was angry. taking a deep breath, he glanced between them, seeming fairly nervous. "im very sorry if i've crossed any boundaries. I had been flying, looking for a new place to rest- as i need a lot of it- and i saw this nice patch of flowers." he explained and tilted his head, eyes staring into the distance as if he werde day dreaming, the smile reappearing on his maw and revealing sharp ivory teeth. "and the air here is so clear.. oh! right, name and business.. "

"my name is theonidous. i was simply looking for a place to nap, but now i'm thinking i'd like to stay here- if that's alright?"
[spoiler=TAGS | 3/23]GENERAL INFO —
→ thoenidous | " sleepwalker " | god of sleep and nighttime | he is a god from a made up religion*
→ no known gender | unknown biological sex, assumed male | any pronouns accepted, personally uses masculine pronouns but doesn't care
→ his body age is currently a couple hundred years old | mentally millions of years old | unknown birthday | unknown zodiac
→ member of fortis ignis | a demigid
APPEARANCE —
→ compared to other dragons/wyverns, sleepie is considered very small. when on all fours, he only stands at 5'2, and is around 9-10 feet long- he weighs in at about 130 lbs. his scales seem to be made of very thin and fragile obsidian, making them look a deep and glassy looking plum colour. as he is a wyvern, he doesn't really have front legs, just wings with very dull claws that help him grip the ground and walk. in his head are fairly large horns that are a soft greyish blue, and they loosely coil around his long neck. he tends to decorate himself in thin silver chains, some of whitchurch have things attached to them, and a few chairs form a pretty head dress that hang into his light blue eyes. normally, he looks very sleepy and always sounds like it too.
PERSONALITY —
→ ISFP | hufflepuff | true neutral
→ optimist | introvert
→ sleepie spends most of his time asleep. it's his favourite passtime, and his only way to seem.. normal. on a good day, he spends two hours awake and then takes regular naps in between each two hours. he is considered lofty and down to earth. he always hears both sides of the story and is a very good judge in situations that call for one. he is often very calm and collected- unless he threaten something he cares abou, and then he loses his shit. he becomes violent and irrational, and then it's goodbye to whatever pissed him off. without his sleep, there are a few stages of exhaustion that he goes through. a straight day without sleep simply makes him tired. there's nothing different about him except he's sluggish. two straight days without sleep, and he becomes easily agitated and angered. avoid him if he is like this, as he also gets violent. three days of no sleep, and he becomes increasingly paranoid. normally, sometime during the third day he will pass out. if he doesn't pass out, then on the fourth day, he will sleep without any way to wake him up.
POWERS —
→ item | description
→ item | description
→ item | description
→ item | description
RELATIONSHIPS —
→ josius, god of stone xx albiyot | too many siblings to name
→ single | taken by __ | completely oblivious as to what love is
→ assumed asexual | assumed a romantic
→ sexuality and romantic preference are not set in stone.
BATTLE TAGS —
→ peaceful actions can be powerplayed | he loves physical contact- as long as you're warm
→ physically easy when not angry | physically very difficult when angered
→ mentally very difficult when not angered | mentally easy when angered- not advised that you insult him when angry
→ @ salem when attacking
OTHER —
→ *sleepie is a god from a made up religion! it is from a book i've been developing and he exists along all other gods and should not conflict with any back stories!

[KISHI]

amaya doesn’t react much when the dragon glances down at her. Instead, she finds herself merely blinking, her purple gaze unwavering. From what she knows about those fading fairytales, this newcomer appears to be rather... puny. Granted, he is much bigger than Amaya’s own height—especially once he scrambles to his feet—but when compared to her previous ideas of dragons? Well, let’s just say that he appears to be on the lackluster side of things; a part of that is a relief, at least to her. Had this creature been posed as a threat, she wouldn’t be too confident in her abilities at this time.

Sniffing at the dragon’s words, amaya only briefly nods, pupils sideways glancing at the leader of this here place. Unfortunately for this dragon—theonidous, is it?—amaya isn’t so sure about this. Fortunately enough for theonidous, amaya isn’t the one to decide whether or not he goes. Still, she can’t guarantee on what Kunta has to say.

”that is up to Kunta,” she briskly supplies, her voice lacking emotion as she steps back a little.

[I. GHANA]

The dragon was apologizing? Huh, he hadn't expected that though it was much better than having to fight a scaly beast and his claws dug into the soil underneath his paws listening intently. It seemed that the dragon wanted to stay here and Kunta didn't seem all too bothered by the thought though he'd prefer it the dragon didn't sleep in the open or let alone on the patch of flowers, he didn't want possible joiners being spooked off by the big beast. He had the last say of what came or left off this land was what he had realized when he had first built the group itself and he took a steady breath watching Amaya through the corner of his eye "Welcome to Occultatum Village then, Theonidous." A soft breath escaped his jaws wondering if he had made the appropriate decision yet he wasn't being supervised by anyone and he had to keep reminding himself about that. This wasn't his father's tribe but his own and that father of his wasn't around anyways so he should just relax into his new position without any worrying. "Me and Amaya will show you to the camp," There was a brief pause as he added with a curt nod "This is only the beginning of the territory and. . . flower patches," A snort escaped him yet knowing whether it was an amused snort or not made it confusing since he had a blank expression as of right now, he slowly turned away from both of them giving a flick of his spotted tail making his way into the trees.