The Harbinger of Ferocity

Fate Of The Universe: Chosen Heroes! (Cross Over RP)

In keeping with the other conversation, @The One, am I free to post?

Post a random fact about yourself.

In life I have come to discover that the more time I invest in the learning of a person's mannerisms, the more their psychology is opened up before me. They are simultaneously alarmed and disarmed by my observations, as though so using people is more foreign than it should be. I am no fool, I know more than I let on or share, keeper of secrets that I am. People are no different in the sense that they too can be studied.

Fate Of The Universe: Chosen Heroes! (Cross Over RP)

I would much prefer, speaking for myself, that the topics not be entangled if it can be avoided. If at the least because it would require significant changes of motive and narration, at the very least for my own work and well after the proposition that such a thing might occur - an irksome quality - too, I will add.

However, that does not answer the question I posed. Since my character was approved and posted to the character sheet in the other topic and here am I or am I not now in both narratives? It bothers me none to be supporting cast to the heroes or the like - I needn't be chosen to feel special - rather I merely need know where I am expected since I cast my lot in here with all the members, @PharaohAtem.

Username Context

Although I have shared this before, the story of said origins for all members is quite fascinating. I believe my own method to be no different, in that the concept is adapted from my personal stance. I simply do not name things or assume names and the very prospect of it has always been difficult for me. Rather a portrayal, title, or mantle of affiliation and symbology is what I take up instead. Despite this, all of these aspects of identity are indeed relevant to myself, nothing without place or purpose, but they arise in place of actual names.

Thus the title of "The Harbinger of Ferocity" represents an element of my personification and was deciphered based upon a brief study of what one believes the greater cats to be. They are ferocious, devouring, predatory, and untamed. So as I delved deeper in these contents, I decided it best described one who, with them, came such a presence and demeanor. The alternative, used as the subtitle, is "Aspect of the Ferine", which embodied the alternative that would have been selected had the former not been found superior. In sum, it gives something that is notably red in tooth and claw, unrelenting and uncompromising, savage and primeval, yet stately and noble. I must admit, it was a joy to research the symbolism and imagery of these things too, particularly with how they deeply relate.

Yet none of them stay, any other place in which I go, I use yet another title or alias in similar application. The entire idea of naming things forever strange to me.

Fate Of The Universe: Chosen Heroes! (Cross Over RP)

So that raises an important question then, just which is it that I am actually part of now, @PharaohAtem? Between the three topics with no obvious identifiers denoting them apart, this is becoming increasingly entangled. If that is the meta plot in a way, certainly that is reasonable and fine, but something to differentiate them at a glance might be in our favor, plus that of outsiders and staff not coming to assume the topics as some form of spam, which it could well be misconstrued as. Regardless, the pressing question relevant most to myself is posed now at least.

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I am curious enough to inquire, each of these identically named topics are indeed still all ongoing, correct? Each one is an actual thread of its own, not a duplicate? It seems as though the members are virtually identical in every case and I have not seen anyone do such a thing on the forum, at least not that I can recall.

Fate Of The Universe: Chosen Heroes! (Cross Over RP)

The character application has been transferred now, @The One.

Fate Of The Universe: Chosen Heroes! (Cross Over RP)

The Harbinger of Ferocity

The Harbinger of Ferocity

Warrior of the Feral Heart

Name

There is no name assumed by the beast, a prospect that has been irrelevant since its first foray into the world abroad tens of thousands of years ago. It exists from a period in which there was no written, let alone spoken world, and the age in which nothing had need of such a thing. Instead, the so-called Harbinger is a more a force of personality than it is a specific name, bearing its title only by what it does innately. As a consequence, it has many other "names" as befitting a time-lost great cat, no small number of which leave it to more mythical status than any shred of tangibility, all as ethereal as the creature's powers themselves.

Gender

While it can never be truly certain, as all cats natural or otherwise are difficult to discern apart in meaningful way, in the few recountings of it that exist abroad it is only ever referred to in a male sense. True enough to this proposition, the great cat's deep, rumbling, snarled voice, mere demeanor in presentation, and its masculine appearance suggest as much too, although among mundane members of its kind it might well be indistinguishable otherwise without this context. As consequence, it can only ever be assumed male with these reasonable suspicions.

Age

Many tens of thousands of years have passed since the mortal cat once strode the earth upon silent feet, wherein it disappeared without so much as a whisper. But death's hold upon it was weaker than it was others, so it returned again and again, more and more vividly each time until death itself became irrelevant. The cycle would continue, yet in so doing time became irrelevant, age meaningless, and for its effective immortality it has easily physically lived in its incarnations many thousands and far more in the world thereafter before it returned yet again.

Species

In life it was one of the many sabertooths that once stalked the boundless wilds, but with its passing it became spirit again, having gone to that from which it came. Return after return blurred these lines until it became evident that it was, in some part now, of both worlds that living and that the thereafter. As a soul embodied now, unfettered by its previous animal limits no matter how grand they were, it is both alive and not at the same time. As while it lives, it breathes, it hunts, it consumes, it ever crosses over and between the bounds of nature and supernature, making it a timeless paragon of what it represented in truest life. As such, it is spoken with in the same breath and veneration as other spirit beasts by among the few who know of it. But to the outside world, it is as much flesh and blood as it appears, in the form of a grand, muscled, faint tenne, marked by rosettes.

Appearance

Armor of the Feral Heart
What sets apart this beast of hushed myth is that just as it takes of knowledge beyond its kind and life thereafter, is that it has been gifted with a mantle otherworldly. From its neck hangs a lonely claw, accompanied by a choker of raw emerald, all of which are undoubtedly gifts from times and places beyond itself it has traveled, but moreover it bears armor beyond the ward of soul. With mere thought the ornamental plates and aged leather may be called, as it is clear not only is the creature a symbol of nature beyond its limits, so too is it the claws and fangs; a warrior of the feral heart. Shoulders flanked by deadly, envenomed quills, there is no question about the origin of this ensemble short of it being magic, for it is called from nothingness and returned to nothingness, perhaps made up solely of the ether itself now.

Personality

There exists an air of confidence and latent power that comes with such a being as well as an undertone of lacking humanity, one of a predator made eternal and keen of itself as well as its situation. It speaks with poise and knowledge beyond itself, the demeanor in which commands respects; that it not be trifled with. No less, as a sage of the natural world and deeper mysticism, the power to see and know beyond regular limit makes it a wizened, ancient creature that is calm, if not kindly at times, solely because it wishes to be. However, for all of its poise and restraint, it bears terrifying power both natural and extraordinary, able to be conjured up at moment's notice that reminds one of just what it truly is at its core. As consequence, when patience has worn thin, it lives up to its adoptive title.

Biography

Just where, when, why, or how such a beast of old came to be as it is said to be today is unknown. Some appeal that it was divinely appointed, gifted spiritually that it might serve as a weapon for all time to come, others to decry it as an aspect of nature's vengeance set to rage against the changing world, and others still that it exists as an echo of all these things long dead and passed. And yet, no matter the proposition, it appears not to matter one way or the other. Its original life has since passed and it has moved on to drifting between each, carrying out its role of preserving what remains of nature's domain. As such, what can be said of its motives is that it is an aspect of those things predatory, an image of them, woefully grand and well accustomed to conflict across time and place.

Power

Astral Manipulation
As if not content with being a creature of immense physical power, the spiritual world is its power. Nature and supernature made into one, it evokes animism in the world around it without strained effort. Alike the smoldering remains of fading incense, its ghostly hold guides not just its body but the body beyond it. Capable of traversing vast distances with a single step, become as a phantasm, see and know beyond the body, commune with others by projection, animate those things natural, heal the very soul, and impart its will upon those things which are spirited, it is a terrifying force to behold. Yet most notably is that while the great cat lives both sides, even death is only a temporary interruption. As with any defeated spirit, it merely discorporates and reforms later, banished briefly from the physical world before it returns sometime again to the world material without ail.

Fate Of The Universe: Chosen Heroes! (Cross Over RP)

The Harbinger of Ferocity

The Harbinger of Ferocity

Warrior of the Feral Heart

Name

There is no name assumed by the beast, a prospect that has been irrelevant since its first foray into the world abroad tens of thousands of years ago. It exists from a period in which there was no written, let alone spoken world, and the age in which nothing had need of such a thing. Instead, the so-called Harbinger is a more a force of personality than it is a specific name, bearing its title only by what it does innately. As a consequence, it has many other "names" as befitting a time-lost great cat, no small number of which leave it to more mythical status than any shred of tangibility, all as ethereal as the creature's powers themselves.

Gender

While it can never be truly certain, as all cats natural or otherwise are difficult to discern apart in meaningful way, in the few recountings of it that exist abroad it is only ever referred to in a male sense. True enough to this proposition, the great cat's deep, rumbling, snarled voice, mere demeanor in presentation, and its masculine appearance suggest as much too, although among mundane members of its kind it might well be indistinguishable otherwise without this context. As consequence, it can only ever be assumed male with these reasonable suspicions.

Age

Many tens of thousands of years have passed since the mortal cat once strode the earth upon silent feet, wherein it disappeared without so much as a whisper. But death's hold upon it was weaker than it was others, so it returned again and again, more and more vividly each time until death itself became irrelevant. The cycle would continue, yet in so doing time became irrelevant, age meaningless, and for its effective immortality it has easily physically lived in its incarnations many thousands and far more in the world thereafter before it returned yet again.

Species

In life it was one of the many sabertooths that once stalked the boundless wilds, but with its passing it became spirit again, having gone to that from which it came. Return after return blurred these lines until it became evident that it was, in some part now, of both worlds that living and that the thereafter. As a soul embodied now, unfettered by its previous animal limits no matter how grand they were, it is both alive and not at the same time. As while it lives, it breathes, it hunts, it consumes, it ever crosses over and between the bounds of nature and supernature, making it a timeless paragon of what it represented in truest life. As such, it is spoken with in the same breath and veneration as other spirit beasts by among the few who know of it. But to the outside world, it is as much flesh and blood as it appears, in the form of a grand, muscled, faint tenne, marked by rosettes.

Appearance

Armor of the Feral Heart
What sets apart this beast of hushed myth is that just as it takes of knowledge beyond its kind and life thereafter, is that it has been gifted with a mantle otherworldly. From its neck hangs a lonely claw, accompanied by a choker of raw emerald, all of which are undoubtedly gifts from times and places beyond itself it has traveled, but moreover it bears armor beyond the ward of soul. With mere thought the ornamental plates and aged leather may be called, as it is clear not only is the creature a symbol of nature beyond its limits, so too is it the claws and fangs; a warrior of the feral heart. Shoulders flanked by deadly, envenomed quills, there is no question about the origin of this ensemble short of it being magic, for it is called from nothingness and returned to nothingness, perhaps made up solely of the ether itself now.

Personality

There exists an air of confidence and latent power that comes with such a being as well as an undertone of lacking humanity, one of a predator made eternal and keen of itself as well as its situation. It speaks with poise and knowledge beyond itself, the demeanor in which commands respects; that it not be trifled with. No less, as a sage of the natural world and deeper mysticism, the power to see and know beyond regular limit makes it a wizened, ancient creature that is calm, if not kindly at times, solely because it wishes to be. However, for all of its poise and restraint, it bears terrifying power both natural and extraordinary, able to be conjured up at moment's notice that reminds one of just what it truly is at its core. As consequence, when patience has worn thin, it lives up to its adoptive title.

Biography

Just where, when, why, or how such a beast of old came to be as it is said to be today is unknown. Some appeal that it was divinely appointed, gifted spiritually that it might serve as a weapon for all time to come, others to decry it as an aspect of nature's vengeance set to rage against the changing world, and others still that it exists as an echo of all these things long dead and passed. And yet, no matter the proposition, it appears not to matter one way or the other. Its original life has since passed and it has moved on to drifting between each, carrying out its role of preserving what remains of nature's domain. As such, what can be said of its motives is that it is an aspect of those things predatory, an image of them, woefully grand and well accustomed to conflict across time and place.

Power

Astral Manipulation
As if not content with being a creature of immense physical power, the spiritual world is its power. Nature and supernature made into one, it evokes animism in the world around it without strained effort. Alike the smoldering remains of fading incense, its ghostly hold guides not just its body but the body beyond it. Capable of traversing vast distances with a single step, become as a phantasm, see and know beyond the body, commune with others by projection, animate those things natural, heal the very soul, and impart its will upon those things which are spirited, it is a terrifying force to behold. Yet most notably is that while the great cat lives both sides, even death is only a temporary interruption. As with any defeated spirit, it merely discorporates and reforms later, banished briefly from the physical world before it returns sometime again to the world material without ail.

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For a period of time in my life, it was unlawful to be hypnotized.