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[align=center][div style="font-size:18pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:georgia;padding:4px"][i]so come on love, draw your swords[div style="font-size:9pt;line-height:1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-bottom:5px;margin-top:-3px"]SHOOT ME TO THE GROUND / YOU ARE MINE, I AM YOURS   ⋆  [abbr=click for biography]SETEKH D.R.[/abbr]
SICK SHA CREATURE OF SHADOWCLAN
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[&] AND I DISCOVERED THAT MY CASTLES STAND
UPON PILLARS OF SALT AND PILLARS OF SAND :・゚✧
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*:・゚✦ I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN[div style="font-size:9pt;line-height:125%;font-family:arial;margin-top:-3px;margin-left:55px;line-height:106%"]BURN UP A BASEMENT FULL OF DEMONS [b]/ / OAKPAW && THUNDERCLAN
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[spoiler=Время не лечит раны — tags ( 9/23 )]GENERAL INFORMATION | &—
‣ ruslan mikhailov ; roo - slahn
⁃ nicknames are rus, russy, russ, roo
‣ member of flintlock lodge
‣ cisgender male ; he/him
‣ 42 years old ; september 6th
⁃ npc xx npc ; both are presumably dead
‣ assumed heterosexual, closeted bisexual ; single
⁃ no ships as of now

APPEARANCE | &—
‣ 6'7" / 198 - 242 lbs.
‣ very masculine and muscular, with a stocky body shape and a tense posture ; very intimidating.
‣ normally very pale, though after days in the sun, he's become well tanned.
‣ has a very stern and cold demeanor. appears extremely closed off.
‣ very thick russian accent. difficult to understand his english at times ; english is normally broken or forced.
‣ tired grey-blue eyes that are normally half-lidded and stony in appearance.
‣ dark brown hair. he keeps his hair cut short and the sides and longer at the top. feels coarse and is normally gelled down ; smells like pine.
‣ two bullet wounds ; one on his left bicep and the other on the right side of his chest. one long knife scar is scored into his back, while another cuts between his right thumb and index finger, trailing down into his palm. his right leg has been amputated at the knee, and he wears a prosthetic that he constantly keeps hidden.
‣ wears rather casual clothes, though he never fails to wear long pants that cover his entire legs, no matter what temperature. enjoys wearing any color, but looks best in greens and browns.
‣ wears one silver ring on his right ring finger that he won't take off until he finds another lover ; longs to be with his deceased wife again. constantly walks around with a single crutch.

HEALTH | &—
‣ 84 / 100 ; has a permanent heavy limp in his right leg && phantom pains
⁃ has a few minor cuts and bruises

PERSONALITY | &—
POSITIVE ; gentle. protective. ambitious. dependable. loyal.
NEUTRAL ; aloof. awkward. blunt. difficult. dull.
NEGATIVE ; bitter. defensive. secretive. aggressive. impulsive.

COMBAT | &—
‣ medium difficulty normally, hard if he pushes himself. easy if his weaknesses are played on.
‣ nonviolent actions may be powerplayed.
strength: 8
⁃ will fight hard. can drop down to a 3 if his weaknesses are used against him.
perception: 9
⁃ very acute with his senses and very observant. previously a soldier. trained diligently.
endurance: 6
⁃ doesn't normally give into physical pressure, but can break easily mentally.
charisma: 7
⁃ not very charming, but rather leaderly. very blunt and stoic, but can command effortlessly.
intelligence: 9
⁃ can make very detailed plans of attack ; very strategic.
agility: 2
⁃ very slow due to previous injury and prosthetic. can't get away quickly in the heat of a battle.
luck: 5
⁃ average luck. [/spoiler]


[align=center][div style="font-size:13.5pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial black;padding:4px"][b][i]RUSLAN — ANOTHER MOTHER'S BREAKING,[div style="font-size:8.6pt;width:440px;line-height:1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:-2px"][justify]HEART IS TAKING OVER. AND THE VIOLENCE CAUSES SILENCE, WE MUST BE MISTAKEN. IT'S THE SAME OLD THEME SINCE 1916, IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD, THEY'RE STILL FIGHTING. WITH THEIR TANKS, AND THEIR BOMBS, AND THEIR BOMBS, AND THEIR GUNS, IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD, THEY ARE DYING. IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD ; ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE. WHAT'S IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD? ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE, ZOMBIE.  ⋆  [b]BIOGRAPHY  ——
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[spoiler=fear in his eyes and a quivering smile — tags ( 9/23 )]• :・゚✦ GENERAL INFORMATION | &—
‣ cecil winters ; see - cil
⁃ northstar district
⁃ only nickname is "little buck" used exclusively by wolfbite
‣ cisgender male ; he/him
‣ 24 years old ; july 11th
⁃ unknown parents ; both are presumably alive
‣ homosexual ; taken
⁃ boyfriend of wolfbite as of 9/17

• :・゚✦ APPEARANCE | &—
‣ 5'3" / 97 - 103 lbs.
‣ slightly effeminate due to his lack of muscle. very thin ; high metabolism and lack of nutrition.
‣ doesn't go out very much ; very pale skin with light freckles on his arms and back.
‣ looks as if he'll break rather easily, is usually sick. commonly described as weak or pathetic.
‣ soft and gentle voice ; nearly always speaks in a whisper due to an injury and commonly stutters for the same reason. notable english accent.
‣ big blue eyes with flecks of grey in them. wears thin-rimmed black glasses.
‣ white hair with black roots growing in underneath, giving him duo-tones. he keeps his hair dyed consistently. short and very soft ; smells like vanilla.
‣ a deep scar mars the area across his throat. he also has a few smaller scars littered across his body, the most notable being a slightly longer one that cuts into his left shoulder blade.
‣ wears slightly formal clothes, though he also goes for casual. enjoys wearing silver, grey, black and blue.
‣ wears a black necklace with roughly cut aquamarine shards at the end. cherishes this necklace dearly, as it was given to him by his mother.

• :・゚✦ HEALTH | &—
‣ 53 / 100 ; has a permanent speech impediment && gets sick very easily
⁃ broken right arm
⁃ large bruise on right cheek
⁃ nicked right ear
⁃ two bruised ribs on his left side
⁃ lingering concussion ; very minor amnesia
⁃ large knife wound across his throat

• :・゚✦ PERSONALITY | &—
POSITIVE ; loving. polite. loyal. empathetic. efficient.
NEUTRAL ; workaholic. obedient. reserved. boyish. soft.
NEGATIVE ; nervous. weak-willed. insecure. timid. pathetic.

• :・゚✦ COMBAT | &—
‣ easy-medium difficulty based off of his situation. hard if he's angry, as he will be determined to kill.
‣ nonviolent actions may be powerplayed.
strength: 6
⁃ will fight if he has to ; will kill. however, will only use violence as a last resort.
perception: 7
⁃ very acute with his senses and very observant.
endurance: 2
⁃ extremely low endurance. will break if there's pain involved and gives into pressure easily.
charisma: 3
⁃ not at all charming nor leaderly ; simply cute, if anything.
intelligence: 9
⁃ smarter than he seems. can make extremely detailed, calculated plans of attack.
agility: 8
⁃ very quick on his feet and in his wits.
luck: 5
⁃ average luck. [/spoiler]


[div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 300px; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: black"]—  "I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT EVERY TIME I TELL YOU TO GET HOME SAFE, STAY WARM, HAVE A GOOD DAY, OR SLEEP WELL WHAT I'M REALLY SAYING IS "I LOVE YOU." I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THAT IT'S STARTING TO STEAL OTHER WORDS' MEANINGS. I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT. I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU'RE VALID." CECIL WINTERS / NORTHSTAR / ½ WOLFBUCK  —
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the boy breathes in, then releases it in a shuddering breath, stopping briefly to look about himself, his hands rubbing at his arms to try and create a little friction so that he can at least be a little warmer. he hopes he doesn't attract any unwanted attention, standing out here in pure white like this. his outfit is rather loud, after all, and the glittering golden crown that rests upon the mess of his tangled brunette curls, adorned with sparkling emeralds and diamonds that compliment his bright green eyes, doesn't help to hide him, either. however, he can't merely take all of this off. he’s a prince—or was one—and it had been part of his family’s culture to dress in this manner. they had always wanted to preserve old tradition, and he was to follow suite, being the last one of his bloodline to remain standing. he has to wear all this unnecessary, extravagant stuff, because this is what his father would have wanted, and this is what his mother had loved seeing him wear. he loved both of his parents deeply, and now they’re gone. now, he’s alone, and he has to be a prince for them even though they’re dead. he has to keep to his royalty, even if it's fucking cold and he currently feels like huddling up in a group like a penguin, which is very not prince-like. the thought briefly prompts him to roll his eyes, his lip curling slightly. prince or not, he's still a human. he just wishes he loved his parents less, because then he wouldn't want to preserve their memory so badly.

honestly, he doesn't exactly enjoy being "of royal blood." though he wears this clothing in the memory of his parents, he has no real taste in it. all that he enjoys wearing is his crown—he longs to ditch the rest of it, for it only weighs him down and makes him feel unnecessarily flashy. he doesn’t like attention, and he doesn’t want it, yet he gets stared at all the time for how he looks. he’s thought about abandoning the clothes in favor of normal clothing that he finds in every abandoned store he enters, but the thought of his family looking down on him from whatever heaven there is, being angry with him… he can’t face that. he hardly believes there’s an afterlife, and yet the very thought of them being angry at him scares him. he never wants his family to hate him, never. they’re all he has… even though they’re gone now. so, he leaves the clothing on, which is unfortunate, because he can't bundle up in six layers of coats like any other sane human. rather, he's left standing in snow that goes up to his ankles, shivering, his face quickly turning red as his body tries to preserve as much body heat as it's able to. perhaps he's being a little dramatic, but he's never been good with winter. he hates traveling through the snow, but he needs to find shelter for he and his friend. he doesn't know where he's going, but he's walking in a straight line and hoping to find… somewhere. nowhere with people, but… somewhere safe. anywhere they can close their eyes and relax. he's just not aware that he's near flintlock. "come on, oaklan," he whispers to himself, his voice quiet as to not attract attention from anyone who may be lurking out here. he can't die. he has to stay alive, for dmitry's sake. "find someplace... before night falls."


[div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 262px; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: black"]— "I USED TO ROLL THE DICE, FEEL THE FEAR IN MY ENEMY'S EYES. LISTENED AS THE CROWD WOULD SING, "NOW THE OLD KING IS DEAD, LONG LIVE THE KING." ONE MINUTE I HELD THE KEY, NEXT THE WALLS WERE CLOSED ON ME. AND I DISCOVERED THAT MY CASTLES STAND UPON PILLARS OF SALT AND PILLARS OF SAND." OAKLAN REITER / NOMAD & PRINCE / WARY ——————
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Grea / Pronounced 'Grey' / Called Hound-Dog by Demesne / Cisgender Female / She + Her
‣ 1 Year, 1 Month / Apr. 10 / NPC x NPC: Alive / 1 Brother: Alive / Doesn't Plan to Have Kids
‣ Bisexual With a Preference to Males / Monogamous / ½ Demhound / Girlfriend of Demesne
No Current Alliance / No Current Ranking / Occasionally Vanishes, Then Reappears Later.
‣ Lawful Neutral / ISTP-T & "The Virtuoso" / Gryffindor & Husky Patronus / Stereotypical Aries

APPEARANCE : CLICK FOR A PICTURE REFERENCE. More in-depth information is below.
~3 ft. & 77-80 lbs. | Has a rather slender build and stands with a vaguely slouched posture.
‣ Long, thick fur that is noticeably curled at the ends. Soft to the touch and decently managed.
‣ Hazel eyes that shift from brown to green depending on light. Normally bright and confident.
‣ Mostly pure white in fur color. Layered with dark brown patches and brindled in these areas.
‣ A thin scar runs horizontal along the ridge of her jaw. Another is on the right side of her skull.
‣ Wears a black ring with an opal and a few diamonds in the center on a cord around her neck.

HEALTH : Aspects relating to the health of the character, such as injuries, sicknesses, etcetera.
‣ Monophobia. Afraid of being alone without people she can trust entirely. Can be set off easily.
‣ Minor brain damage. Frequently forgets simple things: names, dates, small details, etcetera.
‣ Ganglion cyst in front right paw's wrist. Can flare up and become somewhat painful randomly.
Currently in good shape both mentally and physically. Happy around friends and family.

PERSONALITY : Details regarding positive, neutral and negative traits, as well as any quirks.
‣ Stubborn, insensitive, very easily bored. Will not listen to those she deems as lower than her.
‣ Shows great promise, but is uncertain about going forward with things. Needs to be pushed.
Has a positive and optimistic attitude. Tries her best to make herself and others happier.
‣ Tends to stare off into space. Often gets lost in her thoughts whenever she's waiting around.
‣ Copes with being alone by muttering to herself. Will make herself laugh whenever she needs.
‣ Very flustered in response to PDA or being around romantic partners. Will stutter very badly.
‣ Holds those around her to high standards. Very in touch with her morals; will argue her point.
‣ Intensely loyal to friends, family and romantic partners. Quiet and reserved around strangers.
‣ Tries to keep to herself, generally. Has trouble talking to strangers. Socially rather awkward.

SKILL : Skills to be used in offensive battles, physical or mental in nature, and difficulty levels.
‣ Strength: 5 / Perception: 8 / Endurance: 7 / Charisma: 8 / Intelligence: 9 / Agility: 8 / Luck: 5
‣ Very stubborn and won't back down. Highly intelligent and rather persuasive. Not so strong.
‣ Very observant and prefers to watch people. Quite fast physically and mentally. Average luck.
‣ Difficulty is determined by skill and is dependent on the size and experience of the opponent.
75/100 Physical Defense / 60/100 Psychological Defense / 70/100 Short-Term Recovery
‣ Nonviolent actions may be powerplayed as long as they don't injure her in any way physically.
‣ She only enjoys being touched by close friends, family and romantic partners. Strangers, no.


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