EXTINCTION// LOST + TRESPASSING

[Leonidas V.C.]

darkness.

that's all he has seen ever since he went out on his little adventure in search for some mythical objects he researched about within his reading. last thing he remembers is that laugh; that familiar, annoying laugh that always irritates his soul. was it actually his doing or was some other being mocking him? actually, he'd much prefer the first option, since the second possibility is the most triggering. nonetheless, the former exile deputy found himself waking up back into the world after being confined within nothing but pitch blackness for what feels like a millennium. the sun was blinding at first, making his cyan blue visionaries squint towards it as he silently hissed. groggily, the male stood up from the ground and examined his surroundings; his current location unrecognizable to him as well. during this examination, he noticed that his body was also different; no longer in his kitsune one but that of a canine, a gray and black colored husky to be exact. "interesting." he muttered to himself as he shook his head.

yawning, he decided to explore his surroundings since the area was indeed new to him. it was then when he stumbled across the border; he knew that there was a clan here, but he frankly didn't care. the strange thing is, he didn't recognize the scent of any of them; albeit there was a faint, familiar scent lingering in the air as well. "hm..." the canine thought to himself as a paw reached the underpart of his maw in suspicion. he had no idea of what was going on, so he simply decided to continue investigating by trespassing.

//alrighty hai guys
i'm charry from ff with my good ol pal leo to those who don't know me
to those who are probably remember me, hello again! hehe
and uhm, if there's like anything wrong with mah post, pls tell moi and i'll fix it! XP

[MUSE ;]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:400px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px;"]Leonidas was yet another Exiler that Musicbox had never really interacted with but respected, and she wasn't sure what had gone down between Circ and the other, but she couldn't imagine whatever had happened had gone well, considering how much Circusclown hated everyone of the Exiles these days. Music had been hopping from tree to tree, enjoying the brief amount of time she would have before she had to stay grounded since she would be pregnant, when an unfamiliar smell hit her nose. Her pelt spiked with unhappiness, seeing as this was way too far past the border for anyone not Shadowclan to be.

Frowning sharply, the feline leaped to the ground, and she headed towards the scent, claws slipping out. When she saw Leonidas, she felt her eyes narrowed. He didn't seem familiar, and he didn't smell like Shadowclan, but he also didn't smell like any other clan either. She stalked out in front of him, hissing unhappily at the trespasser, "Hey! You're trespassing on Shadowclan territory. We keep our border pretty well marked, so what's your name and business 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 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, 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
★ married to mike schmidt | no crush |  1 permanent crush
★ mari caddo x raivis | generation ??  | adopted by n/a
★ trusts mike

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]

[CIRCUSCLOWN!]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]Leonidas was a familiar name, and it always would be - that didn't mean it carried happy experiences. To Circusclown, all of the past... It was still there. The smiles, the times they shared - but that didn't mean that what Leonidas did was right. That didn't mean he'd be forgiven, and that didn't mean the other was someone Circusclown could ever care about again. Leonidas was someone that terrified him. The other had known what scared Circusclown, the other knew the horrible things that were done to him as a child, yet he did those exact things to him. Leonidas tortured him.

Since Circusclown came back from what he only assumed was the dead, he hadn't seen a trace of Leonidas. And god, had he sure been grateful for that. The scent of a loner was nothing new, to Circusclown's knowledge. So when he approached, he hadn't an idea who this was. But the way he moved, it was familiar because most didn't look so casual in a clearly marked territory. But he brushed it off, because he's met a few who seemed rather laid back. Even Circusclown seemed pretty friendly nowadays, but then again he remained incredibly tense even when he was telling jokes and cracking smiles. He might've scolded Muse if she was doing this to someone at the borders, but she was completely right. The husky was trespassing, and therefore the other deserved hostility.

[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
super strength — discovered — can fully control

ALL OPINIONS ARE IC[/spoiler]

[Leonidas V.C.]

ah circ. not a day goes by when leonidas isn't thinking about his ex-husband. his lovely, crooked grin; his beautifully deformed face; his general body build; the list goes on and on. it was fun playing with him while it lasted, too bad the dream demon soon got over the male since he was becoming too soft in the heart. it was a vile thing that leonidas had decided to eradicate with the utmost of effort. the results exceeded expectations tenfold; which was a success in leonidas' eyes. shame, he frankly didn't care what his ex-husband thought or felt anymore, it was simply lost. maybe, if leonidas finds someone just like him, maybe then the relationship will last for an eternity. but, it will similarly take an eternity to find that soul guy.

on other notes, aka the present, leonidas is greeted by a somewhat hostile clanner; apparently shadowclan. she appeared to be somewhat familiar, but he couldn't exactly remember her. "this is shadowclan, hm?" the demon replied, cyan visionaries examining the area. it didn't look anything like the shadowclan he remembered, but whatever; it's been like this all day today. similarly, there has been a strange sensation throughout his body ever since he woke up. he doesn't know why he's feeling that way either. shrugging it off, the demon was just about to give her his name until another figure appeared. this one, unlike music, was striking familiar; actually, it was exactly the very person already mentioned. his scent being the only one he noticed the moment he passed the border.

the very sight of the other male made him smirk. the husky is thoroughly entertained by how circ became so much stronger when he comes in his presence! actually, maybe it is simply him trying to be strong while in the presence of an apparent fellow clanner. well, isn't that wonderful? his eyes fixating specifically towards circ, the dream demon closed his right eye and placed a paw on the side of his maw. "the name's leonidas. leonidas vians-cipher." the husky spoke, staring intently towards circ simply for a reaction.

[CIRCUSCLOWN!]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=9pt]His somewhat calm expression immediately dropped a little as the other had a rather familiar smirk. He had a frown now, his eye now completely trained on the other for movements. It was the sort of smirk someone made when they thought they were better then everyone else. It was the sort of way Leonidas always portrayed himself, and he hated those who acted that way. It was stupidly egotistical and arrogant.

Circusclown had no intents to make others afraid of him - he was naturally always ready to fight someone. Life had done it's toll on him, and he wasn't ready to let anyone ever harm him again. Since Leonidas tortured him, Circusclown hasn't been able to make physical contact with someone without hesitating. He hasn't been able to love someone without feeling fear. He hasn't been able to live without tiptoeing around as if he was constantly avoiding something ready to fight anything that came too close. He had been like that for ages. He had finally snapped out of that feeling months after joining The Exiles, but even then he never truly got better.

Leonidas destroyed Circusclown. He destroyed any sort of steps to healing after the other tortured him. Circusclown changed, he didn't want to be a bad person anymore, he wanted to believe he could do something good for once. Yet, it was as if he had been punished for it. Thinking back to it, the Shadowhunter believed the two of them had a terrible relationship. It was not healthy in any way, come to think of it. They were constantly cheating on each other, constantly doing things behind the others back, constantly harming each other. Circusclown had thought it was normal though - throughout his life, that had been normalized for him. He had severe commitment issues, and they would never go away.

The other didn't even have to finish his name, before Circusclown knew who it was. The voice. That damn voice, it was all he needed to know. The second the voice hit his ears, his frown turned into a snarl, though there was a clear sign of fear in his dull blue eye as it widened. His claws unsheathed digging into the ground, and he'd stare as the other introduced himself. The other clearly wanted a reaction, and he hated it. He hated how he was giving Leonidas exactly what he wanted, but he couldn't help it. A powerful gust of wind would blow Circusclown's fur backward, barely giving any warning as he attempted to use his air elementals to take the air out of Leonidas's body and trying to prevent any from going in. He could barely keep himself standing, between the hunger coursing through his body and the shaking that he was experiencing from seeing Leonidas. This was reality. The other could, and would torture him again, if he got too close.
[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
super strength — discovered — can fully control

ALL OPINIONS ARE IC[/spoiler]

[BUCKY]

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Someone was trespassing? He felt a growl in his throat as he trotted forward with both ears angled in the direction of the noise being made only to see Circusclown using air elemental to attack a husky, he felt confused but the large male felt his lips peeling back to release a snarl. Circ seemed to know the guy and it wasn't in a good buddy buddy form of way. The recently promoted deputy took a step forward keeping close to his clanmates being cautious of where he was stepping and his eyes examining the husky.

// track

[purgatory]

[chokingonsunrises]

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The tortie made her way over, coming just in time to hear the trespasser's name. "Leo!" She exclaimed excitedly, oblivious to Clown's distress. "Leo, it's me, Aya, your least favourite sister!" The one-eyed succubus watched Clown's attacks with interest; she didn't know what had happened between the two of them, but she figured that their harmonious matrimony had come to a close.

Still with a beam on her maw, she added, "Normally, Leo, I'd help you, but I can't bring myself to help someone Clown's tryin' to kill." With that, she chuckled quietly, and backed up again. Time to watch it all go down, right?