[/table]The creature was not accustomed to home life. He had left his own family at seven months old, though it wasn't their fault, in search of something... more. There was always a sense that something was just out of his reach, and if he tried hard enough he could grasp it, but he never quite seemed to reach that goal. But that was okay for now. He had more important things to do.

The very same thing that had driven him away from his family was driving him back to a new one: longing. He was able to connect with others, but the lack of permanence that came with being a traveler had started to take its toll on the espeon. Lacey wasn't quite sure of the last time he'd had a real friend. If he was honest, he wasn't quite sure he'd ever had a real friend- just strangers to talk to here and there. They taught him things, sometimes, which was nice, but they were never permanent. He had forgotten most of their faces by now.

The pokemon stopped short at what seemed to be a border. A border meant civilization! People! He grinned, but it faded fast. Snow dusted the ground. He hadn't realized how chilly it was, but that was okay. He could always use magic to warm up his paws or blow the snow away. Now all that he needed to do was wait.


[div style="background-color: white; text-align: justify; min-height: 20px; width: 450px; padding: 5px; font-size: 11px;"][spoiler= information // 11/17]★★★ // LACEY SEMPRE. 14 MONTHS OLD. BORN 10 / 12 / 18.
— the moonlight vale. scholar. created 11 / 17 / 18.
— ages at roleplayer's discretion. injuries heal in liquid time.
— main account. dump. journal. pinterest.

★★★ // NPC X NPC. ADOPTED BY NONE.
— ½ of nothing. no crush. biromantic bisexual. not actively seeking but not opposed.
— friends with none.

★★★ // ESPEON. BIRTH BODY. 10/10 HEALTH.
— lean, almost without muscle. he is not unhealthily skinny, though.
— purple fur, dark purple eyes. tail branches into two ends.
— wears glasses
— current injuries;; none.
[i]— permanent injuries;; none.

★★★ // MYERS BRIGGS. "MYERS BRIGGS". HOGWARTS HOUSE. IC OPINIONS.
— easy to get along with if he lets you.
— slow to trust, but once he does, it means something.
— stuck up. overconfident. exaggerates a lot of things.
— striving to be liked. good intentions. genuinely kind.

★★★ // USES POWERS. CAN POWERPLAY NON-FATAL ACTIONS. 6/10 OPPONENT.
— will not start fights unless under high stress. will end fights. will fight back. will not kill.
— training under no one. teaches himself 'magic'.
— telekinesis, telepathy, air elementals, emotional / memory / sound manipulation
— using his powers for too long tires him out very badly
— @[i]lacey s
when attacking or be ignored.
[I]— stats;; strength: 3/10. agility: 5/10. endurance: 4/10. accuracy: 4/10. luck: 3/10.

— made by hootowls.[/spoiler]

LACEY SEMPRE / HE HIM / MOONLIGHT VALE
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DR. W.D. GASTER
✯ — THE MAN WHO SPEAKS IN HANDS
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It wasn’t every day that Gaster saw such an odd creature at their border. The skeletal-looking dog had been out and about, getting used to this new territory. He was writing notes in his usual font, remarking how he wasn’t underground but how he wasn’t a skeleton either. He wasn’t a creature called a human, too. Perhaps this was simply a form of monsters that wasn’t banished? The dog didn’t know. With a sigh, he jotted more down about the plants in the area.

Suddenly, he saw an odd creature, and rushed over. Poor thing! It looked cold. Gaster spike in his font before cutting himself off and speaking in a language this child would know.  "Would you like my scarf?"
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✯ — MALE. MOONLIGHT VALE. GRADUATE. TAGS. — ✯
#psychosocial.
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It would appear that the Vale was getting more activity this week. This was a good thing, of course. Last week had been miserable and slow. And more activity would do them good!! Videogames was nothing if not proud of his little group, always happy to see their members around. And he stops, as he sees the outsider and the .. newcomer, together. There's a twinge of suspicion, a feeling of derision, but it's hurriedly brushed aside in favor of trotting over quickly. There was no use in casting people aside, or being unkind.
Kindness was important.
".. We have a lot of winter gear I can fetch you. You shouldn't worry about giving up your own stuff, Gaster," He smiles at the strangely patterned canine, trying for warm and partly succeeding. The serval ruffles his wings and peers at the strange-looking ... feline? Something? Hm. Either way they're strange, but it's kind of cool, at the same time. "Uh. I'm Videogames, though. What're you doing here?" He tilts his head, and his wings continue to shuffle awkwardly.
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