she's a mystic (open, joining) she's still mystified by things

[grayflower]

a gasping tangle of legs and fur landed on the metaphorical doorstep of the survivors. the pitiful creature was clearly a victim of the radiation that all were struggling through, but it was physically extreme in this case. when she managed to stand, it revealed that she had eight legs. four were functional but the other four hung uselessly above the moving limbs. her name, appropriately, was charlotte and she thought herself to be a god. she finally caught her breath and looked around. "what is this? which clan? is it a clan?"

[QUIETUS]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 9px; font-family:georgia; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]Quietus, ironically enough, had thought himself a monster, a victim of the radiation - but this? He felt as revolted by the sight of an eight-legged creature that wasn't a spider as he had been when seeing the robot that had killed one of them not too long ago. It was grotesque, like a child's nightmares folded into their fear of spiders and some bully; something you would not see in the real world, in other words. But the real world was full of terrors now. They had griffins and elementals. "I..." even the stoic canine felt caught off guard, and he tried to mold his expression into a mask, he really did, but it fell into a frown. "No. It's, ah, not a clan. It's just." how would once explain this when his tongue was tied in fifty different ways? "The clans that we had are grouped up together because of the radiation. What's your business?"

[grayflower]

charlotte avoided his gaze, feeling the shame and disgust that came with the deformity. she flexed a paw as distraction while she pieced together a sentence, eventually saying, "i need someplace to go. i probably have a better chance of survival here and i can pull my weight." her best guess as to how she look: horrifying. suspicious, maybe, with all her nervous tics showing themselves. the corner of her mouth twitched, along with occasionally the corresponding ear. no, not suspicious, but definitely not mentally stable. but being transformed into a spider would put anyone on edge. "is there room?"

[bubbletea]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial;"]many of the survivors had been affected by radiation. some had displayed their gains or losses, some had hid the effect of the chemicals in the shadows. however, there were some things unable to be hidden.

had the dwarf’s attention been caught any quicker, he might have burst. the newcomer had immediately earned his interest. charlotte’s extra limbs hadn’t been viewed as much disturbing by him, but had definitely made him curious, maybe because he had caught glimpses of the nightmare creatures that followed him in his travels, who he could never tell were good or evil. she seemed nice, and with good intentions; there was no reason to reject a creature wanting survival just because of her condition.

flashing charlotte a small grin, he tried to break the thickening air. he wasn’t oblivious to the odd tension, and in a way, he wanted to play the comedy relief here. he was afraid she would turn back due to the tension and put herself in danger of more radiation. perhaps it wasn’t the best he cared about strangers. ”yes, there is lots of room!” bub answered. ”do you need any water or any wounds that need to be checked?”

[grayflower]

charlotte gave him a grateful smile and performed an awkward sort of bow, though the extra legs made it difficult. "i do have a wound on my stomach that should probably be checked. turns out, a lot of small creatures take any food they can find, irradiated or not." that hadn't been fun- apparently, the difference between sleeping and dead wasn't obvious. or they didn't care, as she was visibly breathing. whatever the case, she had a nasty bite. it wasn't large or too painful but she could tell it was infected.
sigh. her narcissism was going to have to be abandoned if she was going to survive in this changed world.

[FRESHWATER]

❥❥❥ (( ayy welcome to wnr!! I hope you enjoy it here <3 ))

Unlike the others, fresh isn’t so sure what had brought everyone together in such a tight knit group, and in of all places, a mountain—a part of him just thinks this is some big reunion or something. Before this event, he hadn’t been a true member of any group; he had been a lone wanderer who spent most of his time playing in creeks and muddy puddles. It’s a miracle that he had managed to survive on his own, albeit he had dwelled in an area where fellow animals were notably rare, let alone predators. Oh well though, at least he’s with animals now.

It doesn’t take much to attract fresh to any area, especially if there appears to be some sort of gathering. With a light bounce in his step, the mutated axolotl enters the scene, a beaming smile lacing itself onto his lips. His tail is wagging like an overly-joyful dog as he settles down, and his entire frame wiggles a little as his paws toy with the ground beneath him. All in all, he looks a bit ridiculous—he doesn’t mind, though. Almost immediately, his hues land onto the extra limbs; swiftly does he hop onto all fours, now bouncing excitedly.

”whoa!” he squeaks, his voice a little louder than necessary. ”you have extra legs? I want extra legs!” he wants a lot of things, really—anything that is cool to him is automatically registered as something he desires. ”I’m fresh! Who are you?”

[spoiler= information || 1/05]❥❥❥ // FRESHWATER. "FRESH / FRESHY". 4 MONTHS OLD.
— wnr. no rank. oocly joined 1/03/17.
— ages liquid time. injuries are half-liquid/half-real time.
— main account. dump.

❥❥❥ // NPC X NPC. ADOPTED BY NONE.
— ½ of nothing. no crush. sexuality unknown. not looking.

❥❥❥ // MUTATED AXOLOTL. 1'2". 10/10 HEALTH.
— more fat than muscle. stubby legs.
— blue skin and orange gills. dark brown eyes. white underbelly.
— reference. .
— current injuries;; none.
[i]— permanent injuries;; none.

❥❥❥ // HUFFLEPUFF. IC OPINIONS.
— extroverted. friendly to everyone. energetic.
— likes to take risks. oblivious. clumsy.

❥❥❥ // CAN POWER-PLAY PEACEFUL. 1/10 TRAINED.
— would rather run than fight. will back off if provoked.
— @[i]freshwater when attacking or be ignored.
— stats;; strength: 2/10. agility: 3/10. endurance: 2/10. accuracy: 3/10. luck: 5/10.
[I]— powers;; water elementals.

— template made by [url=http://www.bearbonesrp.com/index.php?action=profile;u=2246]hootowls.[/spoiler]

[nuclear repository;]

  Mutated creatures were hardly a rare sight in today's society; be it as simple as a non-avian having wings, or as complicated as the various mutations that Seija herself had. Truthfully, she wasn't entirely sure what purpose any creator could have for forming a canine with ram-esque features, but then she guessed she had never understood the gods and other forces at work in the universe anyhow. Regardless, if a dog could have horns, hooves, and wool, then nothing could really be much stranger than that.

  That thought was quickly dismissed, however, as the canine caught sight of the eight-legged newcomer, and nearly choked. "Gods above," she muttered under her breath, furrowing her brows. Between the robot scare from earlier and her natural arachnophobia, she could feel her blood pressure spiking, but at least she was able to stay relatively calm this time... maybe she was recovering from the incident after all, or maybe she was just too tired to think more of it once she noticed the stranger's clearly-mammalian face.

  Walking closer and adopting a neutral expression, Seija added more clearly, "The medic should be along soon. Are you in need of water, in the meantime?

  /ish ending

[grayflower]

charlotte looked to the new people that had approached her. "i'm charlotte, nice to meet you." the first one was bright and happy, and it made her feel a lot better. "i'm glad you like the extras. they don't do a whole lot but i guess they are cool." she nodded to the next, first as a sign of respect and then to answer, yes she did need water. this one seemed worried- she expected reactions like this, as arachnophobia was among the most common fears. unless approached, she would try to keep her distance.

[bubbletea]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial;"]arachnophobia: defined as an extreme or irrational fear of spiders. though, it was clear that many defined arachnophobia as the common instinct to fear harmful crawling things, and certainly not irrational. after all, there were species of spiders that grew larger than most of the animal survivors. they were hairy. they were fast. they were horrifying.

but bub couldn’t find the resemblance between an arachnid and charlotte other than her eight legs. she had no extra eyes, and wasn’t scary, nor did she have the hair of a spider. he had no fear because he chose not to compare her to a spider, and that’s why he smiled, leaning back in his posture. ”i could get you some water, then try to look at the wound? i’m not a medic, but i do have herbs,” he offered, gesturing to the satchel at his side.

[grayflower]

[align=center]

"that would be nice. do you happen to, uh, have a formal medic? i'm not sure how all this works." it wasn't that she didn't trust bubblepup and his judgment but if he wasn't a medic, then he probably wasn't trained to be one.