SINNER / O. JOINING

[rosey.]

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Like almost everyone around, Neptuneblue had heard of the nearby groups that were awaiting members, awaiting greatness. And while he was bitter and stubborn and wanted to go back in time to return to ColouredClan, live with his sister and be happy again, he also knew that nothing would change what'd happened to the world. The humans had destroyed everything, and now he was back at square one. Before, he'd always had a purpose- someone to visit, to live for. It was addictive, almost, growing so close to someone that you needed them to survive. But now that all of his family members were gone to his knowledge, along with all of his friends, he had nothing. Besides himself and his own survival, Neptune had nothing else to live for. Although what perplexed him is why he kept on. Why did he keep living and not just allow himself to die, after all this time?

It felt like he was waiting for something.

The panther had swum here, to the island. There was no particular reason that he'd wanted to join the Solis Imperium, no gut feeling, not ambition, no ulterior motive. It was simple- their territory had been the closest to where he'd been staying alone, and now that he was ready to come out of his literal depression cave, he'd decided that maybe some company wouldn't be so bad. When he arrived on the beach, Neptune shook the soaking, cold water off of his pelt. It wasn't very long, maybe a few inches, but he was still warm. He'd always enjoyed the cold the best, even as a little kid. He scented the air, his guard up, claws ready to pounce. Being isolated and alone had made him pretty paranoid, especially out in the open like he was right now. When he looked up, a very old, very tall tree stood in the distance, and squinting his eyes, the panther slowly began making his way up the beach towards the tree, the mountains, and the forest. He wasn't quite sure where their camp was yet, and with all the radiation, he didn't want to go anywhere without actually knowing what he'd find. It'd kept him alive this far.
[spoiler=TAGS / 3/23]but i just had to let you know —✧ general
neptuneblue muzikant / cis male / 3.9 years / born june 18th, 2014
the solis imperium / member / [FERALFRONT] former deputy of colouredclan

i never meant to hurt you though —✧ appearance
black panther / reference / health: 84%
— neptuneblue has a habit of changing his bodies quite often, but the panther is an older form of his that he's chosen to take on again after a year or so. perhaps its a form of reinvention or staying hidden, but his decision doesn't matter at this point. he's muscular and tall, with huge, heavy paws and big arms. his teeth, akin to his claws, are sharp and long. his eyes are the same ocean colour as with all of his bodies, and his pelt is a beautiful obsidian shade.
— injuries: n/a

i had all my motives, i didn't know —✧ personality
— angry, overprotective, family-oriented, sarcastic, bitter
— neptuneblue has come a long way in the past two years of his life. he started as a nearly emotionless husk who's only purpose was to find his twin sister. after he'd found her, however, he didn't have much of a purpose. so he was a ruthless asshole for a while, and then he became a father. he spent around a year devoted to caring for his family and building his legacy, fighting in the war between sunclan and colouredclan and playing a part in ending said war, taking in his orphaned nieces and nephews, and caring about his own kids. after that year, however, his lover disappeared and he broke, fell into drug and alcohol addiction. he almost died multiple times, but he seemed to stay alive for some unknown purpose all that time. now, he's a recovered drug addict who hates himself and uses shock and self-deprecating humour as a coping mechanism. he doesn't blame his kids or nieces/nephews for losing respect for him or disliking him, but he wants to try and mend those relationships he ruined. he can be pretty closed off and bitter towards strangers, but he eventually opens up. he has a bad habit of oversharing, and is usually pretty sarcastic and playful in nature.

they wouldn't mix with your emotions —✧ relationships & interaction
bisexual biromantic / leans to males / single
former boyfriend of olivia, emptyrooms, selaphiel, and imperialexecution
npc x npc / twin brother of rosewater + adoptive brother of many
mentoring none / pm about offers
physically hard / mentally extreme
fights dirty / doesn't hesitate to kill or severely injure
attack in #6E6E7D / powerplaying nonviolent actions is allowed[/spoiler]

[QUIETUS]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 9px; font-family:times new roman; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"][font=georgia]Quietus had tried not to go any further into the territory than he absolutely had to; that included, ironically, skirting along the edges and clinging to the mountain sides before he reached the beaches. Oddly enough, the simmering fogs disappeared by the start of the afternoon, and that is where he knew it was safe to go. The sky was darker today, and grew worse with each passing of the sunrise and sunset, and he could not tell what it horror it would bring. The radiation had mutated everything, for the most part. Could it do the same to weather as well? The question lingered in the back of his mind, seared in the back of his brain to pull out and mull over later on as he approached the beach to investigate a little more.

It was to his surprise, however, that he came across a panther.

He had little company since snatching the territory, if you did not count the stragglers that had followed behind him while he had left the former unorganized gathering of animals in the dust. Quietus tried not to think about it, however. When his thoughts rounded on that and where the others might've gone, it resorted to darker tones, tones he'd quite like to not repeat. It was pure reflex that the mutated carpathian shepherd was rounding on the stranger as soon as he saw him, attempting to block him from going any further. For his own well-being or the panther's, it was unclear. "The forests are unexplored. There's probably a multitude of nasty surprises waiting for you." this was the most he'd talked when welcoming an unfamiliar face, and his jaw felt tired already. "What's your business on my territory?" my territory. It was possessive coming out of his mouth, and reminded him that he might need to come up with one of those silly group names to make it more inclusive and less of a hyper sensitive way of saying "get out".

[rosey.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8.8pt;"]I WISH I NEVER EVER TOLD YOU ALL ABOUT IT —
Neptune could see a shepherd approaching him from the distance, his eyes cautious as he watched the canine move. Whether he was choosing to be seen, or he wasn't very good at staying hidden was unknown to him, but he'd like to assume it was the former. Finally, the stranger comes into full view, and the panther can size him up, watch his body language, his expressions. Make sure he's not making a mistake by talking to him. The darkening sky had not gone unnoticed, in fact it was one of the reasons he'd been hoping to get this joining over with before whatever came from it arrived, because having shelter and company was safer than allowing whatever hellish event would occur from that to devour him.

The stranger speaks, and his thoughts about the strange weather formations broke up and instead shifted to the current situation. "Really? Aw darn, that puts a damper on my plans to go frolicking through the forest and singing with the birds." He says sarcastically, smirking for a second at his own shitty joke, before his expression returned to normal(a combination of exhaustion, boredom, and pain). "Really though, thanks for the warning." More sincere, although perhaps it was just a formality. He was a lot more used to forests than mountains and beaches, but he'd live.

Ah, and there came the big question. Why was he here? He let out a tired sigh. "Look, buddy, I'm not gonna give you some whole speech on how I'll remain loyal until the day I die, or pour my heart out to you about how I need a place to feel welcome. Honestly, I'm just fuckin' exhausted and I need a place to crash. Does that sound like something you can provide? Also, some company might not hurt too much." Did he ever shut up?
[spoiler=TAGS / 3/23]but i just had to let you know —✧ general
neptuneblue muzikant / cis male / 3.9 years / born june 18th, 2014
the solis imperium / member / [FERALFRONT] former deputy of colouredclan

i never meant to hurt you though —✧ appearance
black panther / reference / health: 84%
— neptuneblue has a habit of changing his bodies quite often, but the panther is an older form of his that he's chosen to take on again after a year or so. perhaps its a form of reinvention or staying hidden, but his decision doesn't matter at this point. he's muscular and tall, with huge, heavy paws and big arms. his teeth, akin to his claws, are sharp and long. his eyes are the same ocean colour as with all of his bodies, and his pelt is a beautiful obsidian shade.
— injuries: n/a

i had all my motives, i didn't know —✧ personality
— angry, overprotective, family-oriented, sarcastic, bitter
— neptuneblue has come a long way in the past two years of his life. he started as a nearly emotionless husk who's only purpose was to find his twin sister. after he'd found her, however, he didn't have much of a purpose. so he was a ruthless asshole for a while, and then he became a father. he spent around a year devoted to caring for his family and building his legacy, fighting in the war between sunclan and colouredclan and playing a part in ending said war, taking in his orphaned nieces and nephews, and caring about his own kids. after that year, however, his lover disappeared and he broke, fell into drug and alcohol addiction. he almost died multiple times, but he seemed to stay alive for some unknown purpose all that time. now, he's a recovered drug addict who hates himself and uses shock and self-deprecating humour as a coping mechanism. he doesn't blame his kids or nieces/nephews for losing respect for him or disliking him, but he wants to try and mend those relationships he ruined. he can be pretty closed off and bitter towards strangers, but he eventually opens up. he has a bad habit of oversharing, and is usually pretty sarcastic and playful in nature.

they wouldn't mix with your emotions —✧ relationships & interaction
bisexual biromantic / leans to males / single
former boyfriend of olivia, emptyrooms, selaphiel, and imperialexecution
npc x npc / twin brother of rosewater + adoptive brother of many
mentoring none / pm about offers
physically hard / mentally extreme
fights dirty / doesn't hesitate to kill or severely injure
attack in #6E6E7D / powerplaying nonviolent actions is allowed[/spoiler]

[QUIETUS]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]The dreary state of things left little time for him to meet individuals with more flamboyant personalities, and he would grudgingly admit that it caught him off guard to be addressed in such a forward way. Most people were either snappy, reserved, or muted in their odd attempts at kindness. So it explained the way his nonchalant expression fractured slightly, a small, barely-there frown forming in place. "You're welcome." it was said awkwardly, or at least it would be awkward on someone more simple-minded than him. Instead it came off bluntly, like every word he said always did; it made no matter if he was giving an order or telling someone the color of the sky. "You just want to 'crash'? If I'm going to let you sleep here, and give you my ... company," he paused. Company always came with joining groups, but he did not trust people, and could not dissect this unfamiliar brute's head to figure out if he had a double meaning. It was an odd, off-handed thought (of course) and his mind usually did not resort to such inappropriate notions, but it did now, and he brushed it off immediately. "Then you need to help out. Or you can go back from where you came, and not return until you've given me a reasonable response." he would not waste food on someone who refused to carry their own weight, and if someone expected it of him, they would be sorely disappointed.

[rosey.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8.8pt;"]I WISH I NEVER EVER TOLD YOU ALL ABOUT IT —
The panther snorted in response. Clearly, he'd forgotten to explain that he wasn't an idiot(he was). He was pretty lazy, but he did plan on helping out- isn't that what was expected of one when you joined up with a new group? "No, I was just hoping to eat all your food and drain all your resources and not lift a damn claw to help out." He remarked sarcastically, taking on an overdramatic 'woe-is-me' pose for dramatic effect. Neptune rolled his eyes, flexing the muscles in his forelegs. "Isn't that a given? Don't worry, buddy, I won't leave you hangin'." This could be the start of a beautiful friendship. Even though he was mostly joking, Neptune was lonely. Staying here would be good for him. In theory. "I guess if we'll be staying together, I should introduce myself, eh? I'm Neptuneblue. And you?"
[spoiler=TAGS / 3/23]but i just had to let you know —✧ general
neptuneblue muzikant / cis male / 3.9 years / born june 18th, 2014
the solis imperium / member / [FERALFRONT] former deputy of colouredclan

i never meant to hurt you though —✧ appearance
black panther / reference / health: 84%
— neptuneblue has a habit of changing his bodies quite often, but the panther is an older form of his that he's chosen to take on again after a year or so. perhaps its a form of reinvention or staying hidden, but his decision doesn't matter at this point. he's muscular and tall, with huge, heavy paws and big arms. his teeth, akin to his claws, are sharp and long. his eyes are the same ocean colour as with all of his bodies, and his pelt is a beautiful obsidian shade.
— injuries: n/a

i had all my motives, i didn't know —✧ personality
— angry, overprotective, family-oriented, sarcastic, bitter
— neptuneblue has come a long way in the past two years of his life. he started as a nearly emotionless husk who's only purpose was to find his twin sister. after he'd found her, however, he didn't have much of a purpose. so he was a ruthless asshole for a while, and then he became a father. he spent around a year devoted to caring for his family and building his legacy, fighting in the war between sunclan and colouredclan and playing a part in ending said war, taking in his orphaned nieces and nephews, and caring about his own kids. after that year, however, his lover disappeared and he broke, fell into drug and alcohol addiction. he almost died multiple times, but he seemed to stay alive for some unknown purpose all that time. now, he's a recovered drug addict who hates himself and uses shock and self-deprecating humour as a coping mechanism. he doesn't blame his kids or nieces/nephews for losing respect for him or disliking him, but he wants to try and mend those relationships he ruined. he can be pretty closed off and bitter towards strangers, but he eventually opens up. he has a bad habit of oversharing, and is usually pretty sarcastic and playful in nature.

they wouldn't mix with your emotions —✧ relationships & interaction
bisexual biromantic / leans to males / single
former boyfriend of olivia, emptyrooms, selaphiel, and imperialexecution
npc x npc / twin brother of rosewater + adoptive brother of many
mentoring none / pm about offers
physically hard / mentally extreme
fights dirty / doesn't hesitate to kill or severely injure
attack in #6E6E7D / powerplaying nonviolent actions is allowed[/spoiler]

[eliza]

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yani didn't meet other panthers very often. they lived in a fairly diverse world, full of little bunnies and hulking dragons, so the fem wasn't surprised that her own kind were few and far in between. apart from her own family, she could count perhaps two other of her species she'd encountered - neither of whom were native panthers, either. the large feline, admittedly, admired the shapeshifters she'd encountered, transcending from one form to another. she lacked the ability, along with any real physical abilities beyond some sharp teeth and claws. no, her only skills were inside of her head. getting inside other heads.

her gait was slow but steady as she approached, stopping beside the warlord, a few feet behind. dark eyes studied the male for a brief moment before making their way to his features, a brow quirking just a bit. "well," she said, her tone void of emotion, just as flat and bored as the expression across her visage, "you seem like a delight." it was impossible to perceive a meaning behind the words, not with the emptiness of her tone. perhaps they were intended to be laced with sarcasm, perhaps they were genuine. either way, yani didn't elaborate, just watched with a steady gaze.