YOU'VE GOT MUD ON YOUR FACE — open, exiles

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="border: 0px black solid; width: 400px; text-align: justify; color: #000000; font-size: 12px; line-height: 150%;"]now that the exiles were back, they needed to make themselves known. So, the general had set out to make it known. He had gone to every territory, and hung a bloody body of an Npc that had been dragged across the boarder in hopes of catching the smell of the clan, hung it in a tree, and left a note hanging from its leg. "We're back, baby! -the exiles". That's all the note said.

/ok, so I'm going to ask that no one launches an attack just yet, as this is sort of just making it known that I've created the exiles :^) currently, no one has really joined, just tracked the thread, but I wanted to make it know to people who were back on ff and liked playing is the exiles!

[spoiler= ◂   baby she is made of glass | 21 / 05]
･ﾟ★ ☾  WERE WAITING EVERY NIGHT TO FINALLY ROAM AND INVITE

GENERAL ★ NEWCOMERS TO PLAY WITH US
★ Mike fazbear | no nicknames | triumph
★ cisgender | he/him | make
★ 2y | mentally 31 | unknown | ares
★ general of THE exiles | no other alliances
★ former soldier of the exiles
★ speaks in "" , always on mobile

OTHER ★ FOR MANY YEARS WEVE BEEN ALL ALONE
★ PTSD
★ an old character from feralfront
★ afraid of animatronics

APPEARANCE ★ WERE FORCED TO BE STILL AND SING
★ domestic feline | mix breed | no other bodies
★ muscular but thin | 7/10
★ white | no iris, just pupils | short fur | night guard hat
★ physical health: 100%

PERSONALITY ★ THAT SAME SONG WEVE KNOWN SINCE THAT DAY
★ masochist | slightly insane | passive aggressive | always angry | stern | might punch you
★ mental health: 40%

RELATIONSHIPS ★ AN IMPOSTER TOOK OUR LIFE AWAY
★ homoromantic | NOT open to plots
★ pansexual | NOT open to litters
★ married to musicbox | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes
★ npc x npc | gen1  | adopted by n/a
★ trusts: musicbox
★ 1/2 of misicbox

INTERACTION ★ NOW WERE LEFT HERE TO DECAY
★ physically difficult | easy mentally | attack in BLUE
★ will NOT initiate fights (most of the time) | will fight back if attacked
★ Passive aggressive
★ ask to maim | no capture/kill
★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed [/spoiler]

[CIRCUSCLOWN!]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]The scent of death attracted him - something that was larger then the average mouse or a rabbit. So as he approached it, albeit cautiously, he would slowly slow his walk torn ears perked clearly searching for the sound of danger. Killua, perhaps? Upon closer inspection, he saw a note. Slowly pushing the body down by teleporting on it, he would leap down and use his claw to carefully pull the note some to see if there was any sort of weapon or something dangerous hidden behind it. Upon not finding anything, he would try and pull off the note to read it.

His dull blue eye immediately widened as he read it. The Exiles. The Exiles. Back, alive, they were here, they killed someone just to make it known they were here - this wasn't fake. It wasn't one of his nightmares, and he already knew that. He's been anticipating this - that didn't mean he was excited for it, no. It was just that he'd been expecting something like this to happen. Yet... Yet it was a shock. He thought he had been readying himself up for something that was nothing, he thought he had just been paranoid.

They're coming for him, weren't they? They were here to rip away the last ounce of joy he could feel anymore. They've come back to fuck up his life like they always did. He wouldn't let it end the way it did last time - he wouldn't let them try and destroy him, he would never comply to their desire of evil ever again. Yet, his concern rested more in familiar faces appearing, those who turned their backs on him, those who tormented him.

Slowly taking a step back from it, he didn't make a sound, instead he looked expressionless. He was being sucked back into memories - sucked back into believing he was there again. That Leonidas was here with him, haunting his every movements making him believe he had made the wrong decision to leave, that he should have just let The Exiles have their way and force him to murder and torture, force him to watch his own daughter get tortured. "I'm sorry." Those words might not be what someone would expect, but then, he was only in his own little world, mumbling words to himself.

"I'm sorry for leaving."

He was clearly not in the right state of mind, his mouth feeling dry and his form shaking. He had thought that it would never happen. His steps to recovering from his trauma they inflicted, his steps to moving on - had he ever even made any steps forward? Clearly not. He had thought he might've been feeling better, yet he felt sick to his stomach, felt close to passing out. He was overwhelmed, and this was the first time he was probably expressing something besides bitterness, anger, or friendliness. He would duck his head down, taking a few steps back as he finally processed that he was imagining things that weren't happening. Instead he focused on the present, focused on taking deep breaths in and out. Slowly trying to take the note, he'd attempt to rip it up so the words were unreadable with his claws. cutting his paw a few times while he was at it. After that, his head remained lowered and he'd begin to move as far away from the dead body as he could.


[spoiler=tags]
general ; "you've got a second chance"
★ circusclown disharmony | nicknames are circ and clown, former names are breadstick, uglyclown and clown | male [ he/him ]
two years four months physically and mentally | born november 13th, 2014 | ages realtime
shadowclan leader | former exiles leader and blizzardclan head combatant (feralfront)
entropy x leila  | generation 2 | head of disharmony family | only loyal to family
demisexual | panromantic | no crush | afraid of being in a relationship
other facts ★
★ suffers from ptsd and depression, struggling with alcohol addiction
★ always looks tense and ready to fight
★ can be very irritable one second and then completely switch the next
★ can cook but dislikes doing so. loves writing and reading.
★ has a very rough and raspy voice. even when he is being gentle he sounds somewhat aggressive.
★ if he yells, he is very loud for a domestic feline.
★ looks very sickly because of famine

appearance ; "you could go home"
★ domestic cat | has resting bitch face | has a few teeth missing
he is a light brown feline who has a lot of fluffy fur that's often tangled up covered in dirt and dust, and it also feels very greasy and gross. his head is lacking of the light brown color, and is completely white. he has a scar on the left side of his face, which has a stitched up glasgow smile meeting up with the scar. the other side of his face shares a glasgow smile, which is also stitched together. if someone examined it closer, they'd find the scar was infected though he refuses to let anyone touch it to take out the stitches. he has only one eye left which is the right one, and it is a dull blue almost lifeless color that seems to be bagging all the time due to exhaustion. the side of his face which has no eye has stitches on the top of his eye, and his eyelid is often closed over the eye socket that's still there, though it can be open if he is surprised or scared by something. [ reference ].

personality ; "escape it all"
★ true neutral | being evil sucks | the atoner
— family-oriented, protective, cautious, calm, friendly, unpredictable, extroverted, reasonable, irresponsible, secretive
circusclown loves the aspect of family, and sees family as valuable and is desperate to keep them safe. he has a tendency to be very protective, though he tries to be reasonable when he feels something is unsafe. he can be far too cautious, and never seems to let down his guard. while circusclown seems rather laidback, that does not mean someone should assume he will be calm if they happen to anger him. it is hard to anger him, but even when he is angry he is reasonable and under a mask of fury is still managing to keep himself under control, even if it does not seem so. he is however very irresponsible, at least with his own life. he seems to be careless about his own health, never caring when he does something foolish that could bring him pain. he rarely opens up to people unless he sees it as beneficial to do so, and if you betray such trust he will remain closed off from you. he's fairly friendly, and though his neutral expression doesn't always look so nice he is more likely to be smiling or grinning, and he is quite a jokester always liking to joke about and finds himself to be extremely comical even when nobody does. deep down, he remains unhappy, though that doesn't mean he's incapable of laughing or being happy. though, often when he has nothing to laugh at or smile about he has a feeling of discontent hidden in his heart.

interaction ; "it's just irrelevant"
★ hard physically | hard mentally | attack in #c68ee2
doesn't like unnecessary death or etc | will start fights | will fight back | will flee if family is protected | will not surrender
might capture if family is threatened | might torture if family is threatened | will kill if family is threatened
★ hunger is affecting his ability to fight well

trained to fight | has little to no medical knowledge
air elementals — discovered — can somewhat control
conjuration — discovered — can somewhat control
teleportation — discovered — can fully control
ALL OPINIONS ARE IC[/spoiler]

[MUSE ;]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Fuck. Fuck, shit, damn it.

Death smell made Musicbox recoil as she woke up, and she looked around, slowly making her way to the ground from the tree she'd been laying in. Wrinkling her nose in distaste, she headed towards the smell, freezing when she saw a body and Circusclown. She cautiously moved forward, thinking Circ had killed someone, before she saw the note on the ground. Her eyes grew wide, and she internally cursed, her heart beating quickly, What the actual fuck, Mike? She loved his husband dearly, but she couldn't say she approved of this in the slightest.

Her head swung to face Circ when he spoke, and she felt panic spike through her, worried that Circ was.gonna snap and something was gonna go wrong. He fell silent again and she hesitated, watching as he shredded the note, and she hesitated, saying softly as she stayed back, not making him stop backing up. After all, he could hurt her, and she had kits in her at this point... the kits of the leader of the Exiles, the whole point of his panic right now, "Circ, Circ, calm down... You don't mean that. You know the Exiles is bad. They were terrible for you, and they're not going to hurt us, Circ... They can't get to you anymore. They have no sway here."
[Spoiler=TAGS]･ﾟ★ ☾  NOW I GOT YOUR BACK UP, WHAT DO YOU NOT LIKE, DO YOU THINK I'M STUCK-UP, CAUSE I'M ALWAYS PICKING FIGHTS?

GENERAL ★ YOU AIN'T GOT ME SUSSED YET
★ musicbox | muse, musi, marionette | mary
★ genderfluid | she/her or they them | currently female
★ thirty moons | june 14 | gemini
★ loner | confused and searching for a [/i]home
★ technically a spirit, eternally reincarnating
★ former human, spirit, warrior

OTHER ★ ALL THESE CONTRADICTIONS POURING OUT OF ME
★ a rampant insomniac who struggles with paranoia and anxiety. she hates human places and robots, and is extremely fond of music and is very good at singing
★ knows two languages, english and french thanks to her former human life, is technically biologically male and has a very deep voice, possible voice references being adam driver or alan rickman, the second being more raspy
★ occasionally has flashbacks and nightmares, enjoys dressing up and loves cuddles. is very attention and affection starved and is very friendly when approached for things like hugs.
★ smells like machinery and grease

APPEARANCE ★ JUST ANOTHER GIRL IN THE 21ST CENTURY
★ cat | short haired peterbald
★ thin and skinny, bones pressing against her skin | not super strong, but surprisingly strong jaws
★ tuxedo cat with white with black splotches along her back and head | base white fur color, with black fur over her back and sides, and a hood of black over her face, which is unusually long | light pale blue eyes, wide and usually half closed, making her looked unconcerned | several scars around her neck and back, faded and long old, mainly from injuries sustained in previous lives that stick with him from form to form.
★ wears thin purple rimmed glasses that are usually kept surprisingly clean | has a purple bow tied around her neck
★ physical health: 100%

PERSONALITY ★ YOU CAN'T CALL MY BLUFF
★ INTJ
★
★ caring | motherly | protective | intelligent | empathetic
★ extroverted | scared | musical | tired
★ easily angered | distrusting | jealous | emotional
★ has a bad past with friends and lovers, and is generally distrusting at first, even when she comes off as loving and friendly
★ frequently has dreams and visions of creatures attacking him, is terrified of his own hallucinations
★ mental health: 38%

RELATIONSHIPS ★ TIME TO BACK OFF, MOTHERFUCKER
★ [url=http://]heartchart
★ panromantic, monogomaus | too scared to fall in love
★ pansexual | rarely has sex with romance involved anymore
★ extremely single and depressed | no crush |  1 permanent crush
★ mari caddo x raivis | generation ??  | adopted by n/a
★ trusts almost no one

INTERACTION ★ DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO WRITE A FEMINIST ANTHEM
★ easy fighter | extremely easy to attack emotionally | attack in black
★ will not initiate non-verbal fights | will fight back if attacked
★ an extreme pasifist turned murderer by a former membership in the exiles, he is a vicious and dirty fighter when he wants to be, but usually just let's himself get beaten and bruised for others
★ ask to maim/capture/kill
★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed[/spoiler]

[purgatory]