( EASY LIVING : JOINING? )

[WANDERER]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]It's kinda stupid that one person could be such a thorough tie to the world that without them, you were sorta left drifting. What right did the universe have to make someone so goddamn important? It — it wasn't even the important part that bothered him. It was the fact that it was all so temporary. He could find someone that meant the world to him, after a long fight to earn and keep it, and it'd be over just like that. One fucking screw-up, just a little mistake. 'Cept it blew up because it always did with Butch — their arguments always ended bloody, it felt like. He'd snap at his ear or bare his teeth and Butch would make some stupid ass comment and it's get worse. But they got over it. Usually. Last time they hadn't, and that's where that hatred for fate comes in. He's already lost a dad and the only other friends he's had. Now that Val's missing that last piece of the puzzle, he's floating in the middle of a tornado. It's like everything whirls around him, never quite touching, never quite real.

He can't settle anywhere, this is... try three? It's whatever, he hasn't stopped walking since he started. The golden German Shepherd has walked through low water on a rumor, hoping silently that he'd have a place here. His journey stops at the gate thing they have, eyes wandering curiously around the structure and to the bell — one that he doesn't ring, despite the curiosity that chases at his heels. It's not strong enough to cut through the apathy, in any case. Val's just vacant now, waiting for the world to catch up.

[bubblegum]

[Character Graveyard.]

There was a small amount of people that Kirishima cared a lot about. Izuku. Tsuyu. All Might. Lucifer. Goldie. And Katsuki. There was others, but they were probably still in the old world. He was glad that only a small amount of the students and teachers from UA were in this new world. Most of them had disappeared off the face of the world and he hadn't talked them in a while. He just hoped they were all doing good.

The young dragon had spent a couple of minutes in the air when he spotted Goldie and a unfamiliar face, so he decided to land. His landing was rather smooth. He carefully landed, causing the ground to slightly quiver beneath him before he folded his wings at his sides. His bright yellow eyes landed on Wanderer and he remained silent, as the Dealer had beaten him to the usual name and business stuff.

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[CAESAR CIPHER.]

FORGETTING LIES AND PAIN !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Although to everyone else, it may seem like Caesar didn't care for anyone. But truth be told, the savannah cared for his siblings, despite what it may seem. He wanted to be with Atbash and Vigenere again but unfortunately, they both cast him out due to his actions. Understandable, of course, but Caesar had a reputation to uphold and if that meant acting like he didn't care about anybody, so be it.

Caesar followed after Kirishima, having seen the dragon start to decent from a distance. The demon made his way over as quickly as he could, ears flicking as he stood behind the much larger male, awaiting a response from the stranger.

#psychosocial.

[darci]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"]Victor cared for and loved a lot of people. In his mind did the images of his family play on repeat, always keeping him moving every day. The husky missed them all greatly, but his place was here now. Even so, the trek all the way back to Alaska made him ill to the stomach. It was a nightmare of a task getting here in the first place, and he was not about to rush out and run halfway across the country to go back. One day would he go back home, but it would not be anytime soon. The cream and ivory canine was next to arrive, blue eyes gazing out upon the stranger. It had been awhile since he made an appearance. A few days, but that was what he got for over-eating and falling into a food-coma for awhile. His stomach still hurt.

"Hello," greeted the male, a smile etching its way across his muzzle. His curled tail had a slight wag to it, his ears perked forward. It appeared this stranger had yet to justify their actions. Therefore, Victor would remain silent, awaiting to hear what was to be said.

[PINCHER]

CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray jaguar with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently single. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓

❝ YOUR HEART IS A BOTTOMLESS ABYSS — DEEPER THAN YOU'D LIKE TO ADMIT ❞

Traveling was a big part of who Pincher was and who he came to be. He had grown up on long winding roads and trails, most unmarked until his father and their gang came along. He wondered why his father had held a passion for traveling that he later inherited but the question had never been answered. Unless one counted a grunt to ‘fuck off’ as an answer. As time passed, Pincher eventually grew fond of constantly moving and seeing new places even if the desire to settle down and have a place to call home. He remembered when he had finally been able to have the chance and well...it haunted him. The grief. The pain. It was hard for him to settle down again but this time in the Typhoon. He had family here that were still around and crewmates that followed him even if he held doubts for himself. Despite the rough patches that he went through, it was still the place he would always call home.

The demigod was stepping over a fallen palm tree when he heard the faded voices of his members in the distance. His long pale tongue flicked out from his jaws as he tasted the air and realized there was one scent he did not recognize out of the ones that he could. Tipping his head ever so slightly to the side with his jewel blue gaze locking onto the group, Pincher arrived with his long tail raising ever so slightly with curiosity as to who this could be. The other male had not rung the bell and simply stood there in a stoic silence that hung around except when Goldie and Victor had spoken. He raised a white laced paw to rub at his feather earring as he rumbled “Can you talk, stranger?” There was a slight humorous sarcastic tone to his voice as the Romanian male rolled his broad shoulders after setting his paw down against the sand.

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — DEMIGOD — FATHER — THE HERMIT ❞

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[MARCELLUS]

HEARTFELT PROMISES { .:*・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]TAGS

It wasn't an abnormality to see a joiner at the gates as usually during his jogs is when he would find them there. Lately he had been trapped in this smaller body, making his movements less fast and more sluggish. Huffing crazily as if he had just got done running a marathon, Marcellus hunched over and began to breath in and out, trying to gather himself before he finally looked up to view the crowd of Typhoon members near the gates. His small paws carried him towards the gathering of members and he looked over to the joiner in which he padded over to Goldenluxury and sat down next to the bengal. It seemed as if the 'name and business' portion had been taken care of so he would simply wait in silence.

//museless, sorry!