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WELCOME TO WINTERCLAN, home to the wayward souls, a frozen sanctuary isolated from the rest of the Mountain Clans, making a home out of the northernmost dome peak. We are headstrong and sophisticated, weary of outsiders to our land, however we are felines of honor who turn no backs on the needy. Those with the drive to survive in our harsh alpine are welcome amongst our ranks- however, not without caution and trial. Though our fur is soft, do not mistake our hearts- for our judgement is just as harsh as the tundra. We believe that blood runs thicker than the frozen waters we live on, only truly relying on each other and no one else. Provoke us and you'll be engulfed in a blizzard, break our bonds and start running from an avalanche. It takes a strong will to survive though the Winter. Do you have the tenacity?
PHYSIOGNOMY
ANATOMY & COLORING
WinterClan has traditionally been populated almost exclusively to cats with longer, denser fur. There was once a time were outsiders would be turned away just because of their fur length, wanting to keep the gene pool pure. Cats of pure WinterClan blood usually are larger and generally more robust than other clan cats with harder paw pads; our bodies were designed to live in our frozen home.
Cats in WinterClan often have coats in the spectrum between white or black. Tuxedo, spotted, and tabby cats are the most common markings that you will find. The second most frequent colors seen are that of the grayscale, from slate to silver. White cats, though uncommon in other clans, are quite a large part of WinterClan's population- however, this comes with deafness and hearing loss being a common disability in the gene pool of WinterClan purebloods. Cats with lilac, mink, and cream furs can often be seen around the clan as well. Brown or fully ginger cats are uncommon within the clan, besides the Runaways.
EYE COLOR
One of the easiest ways to spot a cat of pure WinterClan lineage is by their eye color. Shades of yellow and amber are the most common among pure WinterClan cats, followed by shades of blue, with greens being the least common. Heterochromia is somewhat common among the ranks as well due to the large population of white furred cats- as mentioned before though, this also comes with hearing loss and deafness being a common disability among pure WinterClan bloodlines.
HIERARCHY
SOVEREIGN
The Sovereign is the head feline of the Clan, and is to be respected by all. Everything they say is to be taken in consideration, and their word is law. The Sovereign is usually of pure WinterClan heritage, though there have been exceptions in the past. The Sovereign is succeeded by the Crowned, who ceremoniously takes the Sovereign's last life when they are ready. This position is NOT open.
CROWNED
The Crowned is the equivalent to the deputy of the clan. This position is NOT open. This cat is next in line to become Sovereign, and should the Sovereign become ill for any reason or disappear, they will lead in his/her absence.
WITCH/WARLOCK
The Witch/Warlock is the equivalent to the medicine cat of the clan. This position is NOT open. Not only are they seen as the medicine cat of the clan, but they are also seen as the cat who ties them spiritually to StarClan. They also work on other felines' energies.
PUPIL
The Pupil is the equivalent to the medicine cat apprentice of the clan. This position is NOT open. The Pupil is training in becoming the new Witch/Warlock, though their age can range from a trainee's age to a soldier's age.
MARQUESS & KNIGHTS
The Marquess and Knights are made up of eight special cats who were once commoners, now gifted royal titles due to their fierce loyalty to their clan, and their astonishing abilities in all three subjects: fighting, hunting, and scouting. The Marquess are the personal assistants to the Sovereign and the Crowned, whereas the Knights are the protectors of the Clan, and the guards of the prison. These positions are NOT open.
SOLDIERS
The Soldiers are the equivalent to warriors. Each and every cat are skilled when it comes to fighting, hunting, and scouting; a triple threat. The Sovereign believes each skill is highly important for soldiers to learn, and therefore she refuses to split them up like they used to be. This position is OPEN.
STUDENTS
The Students are the equivalent to apprentices. This position is OPEN. These are the future soldiers of the clan, and are training in the three skills to become the best soldiers they can be. If a female student choses, she can be trained and promoted as a denkeeper instead of a soldier.
MOTHERS & DENKEEPERS
The queens of the Clan, expecting and nursing. Mothers range from runaways to Knights, even the Crowned or Sovereign. Denkeepers are the permanent mothers of the Clan, being supervised under a Den Mother(or Den Father, in special cases). Denkeepers are exclusively female, however there are some very exclusive cases where males may become a denkeeper. Mothers and denkeepers are usually fed a different diet than the rest of the Clan, thus they eat from a separate fresh-kill pile; a mix of prey and a constant supply of borage leaves. These positions are OPEN.
YOUTH
Youth are the future of the Clan. When a litter is born, WinterClan holds a special festival for their birth. If orphaned youth are found on WinterClan territory, they are immediately indoctrinated into the Clan instead of being treated like outsiders or runaways. Litters born of cross-clan relationships are to be split, with half of the youth claimed for their WinterClan parentage. This position is OPEN.
WEATHERED
The elders of the clan are those who are either too sick, old, or otherwise inhibited from continuing their duties within the clan. This position is OPEN.
RUNAWAYS
Cats looking for salvation or a new home can temporarily rely on WinterClan. Runaways sleep outside the camp and are allowed to hunt once per day on WinterClan territory with the aid of a soldier or Knight. Runaways are allowed to join in on ceremonies, holidays, and feasts, and after two moons, they are given the choice to either join WinterClan, or leave. Expecting mothers or runaways with youth are treated no different than mothers of WinterClan blood, and their youth are indoctrinated into the Clan. If the runaway choses to join WinterClan, they must take part in the Gladiator Trial. If they chose to leave, they must never return to WinterClan territory lest they become a prisoner. If a runaway mates with a member of the Clan, they are exempt from the Gladiator Trial and indoctrinated into the Clan as full members. This position is OPEN.
PRISONERS
Prisoners are those who are either caught trespassing on WinterClan territory, prisoners of war, or members of WinterClan who have committed a crime. Prisoners aren't taken lightly, for they are seen as the scum of WinterClan. They are bullied and belittled on the daily. This position is OPEN.
WE ARE IN DIRE NEED OF: DENKEEPERS, YOUTH, RUNAWAYS
PLEASE POST THE FOLLOWING FORMAT:
[b]NAME [i]sfx[/i][/b] ❅ [b]USERNAME[/b] bio [b]Rank[/b] [b]Mentor:[/b] (Students & Runaways only, if none is put one will be assigned in the coming ceremonies) [b]Flowers:[/b] [b]Skype Username:[/b] optional! we have a WinterClan group chat where we talk about plotting, general topics, and update you guys with news before the rest of the site! if you would like to be included, you can put your skype username here or message the Sovereign or Crowned with it and we'll get you in lickity split 💙💙 Please click here to read about WinterClan's flower collars! you may have up to 3 flowers 💮💮
❅ Your biographies must be at least be three sentences in length.
❅ Please be sure to read over the ranks above so you know which ones are available.
❅ Please keep in mind that WinterClan's climate is cold and harsh, so a completely short-furred cat probably wouldn't be able to survive.
❅ You may roleplay your character as soon as you add them to the joining thread.
❅ Questions? Comments? Concerns? Direct them towards the Sovereign, the Crowned, or the Witch/Warlock.
'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on May 4, 2019 21:37:47 GMT -5
SABLECROWN ❅ NOM_DE_PLUME "A crown of shadows rests upon your head, young one. The burden will be weighty, and your sorrows numerous. Turn your face to the stars. Should you persevere, the rewards you reap will be more bountiful than your sacrifices, and your reign will never suffer, never stagnate, and remain forever lasting. Should you falter or hesitate for even one moment, a kingdom of ashes shall be your inheritance. This is my benediction." - Bellona the Ancient of War, WinterClan Ancient All cats are aware of the dangers posed by snow and blizzards: frostbite, hypothermia, misdirection, confusion, death. But who spares the ice a second thought? Tranquil and serene, ice is the quiet little sister to the snow, always reflecting back blizzards and snowstorms and letting itself get covered up. But it is that facade, that misleading appearance, that it depends on. Black ice is a killer, merciless and complete. At first glance it may appear unassuming, but the moment you put your weight on it, put your trust in it, it strikes: A slip, a crack, a trickle of crimson on the white, white snow. Her mother might be spiderwebs and virgin snow, but Sablecrown is the sharp edge of an icicle and the cold embrace of the swallowing river. Gossamer silver fur layered deep to provide extra protection from the cold covers a surprisingly sturdy form, hidden beneath a maine coon's share of fur. Her eyes are a sapphire blue, the deep jewel tone standing out against her pale muzzle and high cheekbones. Her bone structure in general is sharp, causing a strange disjunction between her fluffy pelt and jutting features. Sablecrown is the daughter of Echodrop and Leatherfern, two powerful cats with strong genes and a storied bloodline. Her attitude isn't condescending towards most others - it's non existent. If she finds you lacking, she will simply not associate with you. She knows her future holds glimmering opportunities for her, and trusts that her own talents and accomplishments will get her there easily. Known especially for her talent on the battlefield, she takes special pleasure in fighting off intruders or capturing prisoners. Any excuse to bloody her claws and pelt she can get, she will take. Perhaps, then, it was no surprise that she received Bellona's blessing at her warrior ceremony. So much pride in such a distinct body can be exhausting at time, however. Not that Sablecrown would ever admit it, but at times she wishes she could have a dear friend, a bosom buddy, she could tell her secrets to, share her life with. Such is not meant for those in power, though. Instead, she trusts no one and relies on only a pawful of other cats in the entire clan. Black ice is subtle, is invisible. Black ice is deadly if you don't see it in time. Sablecrown has no time to dabble in the affairs of lesser cats, not when she has a throne to ascend to. Soldier Flower(s): Does my cat have to have a flower collar?
added and marked for the ac~ and no! they dont have to have one! flower collars are used when a cat has found their purpose in life or their calling. you can read more about them here!
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on May 12, 2019 16:12:31 GMT -5
MELODYKIT breeze ❅ Racer a flame colored tabby tom, with an attitude to match his firey pelt. Melodykit is known for his assertive nature, knowing exactly what he wants and how to get it. He isn't afraid to stand up to cats that are older or of higher rank than himself, and yet he does so in way that many take no offense. He weaves words together in such a way that most do not even realize that they have been insulted. He always assumes that everyone is out to further their own self interests, so why should he be any different? Youth
Mentor (Students & Runaways only, if none is put one will be assigned in the coming ceremonies)
Flowers: Please click here to read about WinterClan's flower collars!Alpenrose, will get others late in life Skype Username: I think you already have my skype name
JUNIPERPAW evergreen ❅ PAOGIRL18 There was still small traces of snow claiming the ground that day, and yet spring had come early. Brought forth in the shape of vibrant juniper blues, soft snow white, and diluted daffodil orange. Hidden away by a mother long gone—left in the shallow mossy area beneath a juniper tree, tucked away among the roots, blooming flowers, and patches of snow—rested little ones but a few weeks old. Eyes barely open and already alone. Just the two of them with merely a name whispered on the breeze and a brief glimpse to remember their mother by. There they laid, wrapped in spring’s warm embrace and their mother’s fading scent with the sun shining upon them. Bright fur and tearful mewls brought a patrol to their little alcove and with it a chance at life. Nameless, motherless, homeless. They were taken in by the clan cats. Welcomed into a new home and named as one of their own. He was named for the tree that offered him shelter on that fateful day, the evergreen scent that still clung to his fur, and the berries his eyes resembled. His sister was named not for the winter they had barely escaped but the season by which they were born, the first day they opened their eyes, and the flowers that had bloomed around them. Juniperevergreen and Springdaffodil. Two who had begun life at the end of a harsh winter and yet, they prospered despite the odds. They grew like weeds, quickly and with no boundaries. But with that, they began to ask questions, to wonder about the life they were denied. Who was their mother? Where had she gone? Would she come back? What of their father? From there, even more questions followed. The clan was only able to answer so many. Yes, they knew who their mother was for she’d been one of their only until she’d disappeared the fall before they arrived. No, they did not know why and where she has gone now. Nor who their father may be. Their history was a mystery, one Juniperevergreen vowed to solve. A vow he made as a kit, to Springdaffodil and himself, that they would know the why’s and how’s someday. It has put him on a path of knowledge and wonder, of questions and answers. Not all of them to the ones he seeks, but answers none the less. Juniperevergreen, for all the answer and knowledge he sought, could find no cure for his stuttering or fear of crowds. The tom would freeze among a group, even small ones. When able to speak, he comes off as weak due to his severe stuttering. For that he keeps to the outskirts, away from all, and where he’s least likely to embarrass himself. Many see him as weak or cold or anti-social. But he is merely overwhelmed and afraid. Juniperevergreen finds solace in nature’s embrace and in Springdaffodil’s company, two beings that have never failed to bring him peace. His mind is clear and strong, able to remember all the way back to that fateful day that started it all. It was his earliest memory, one he cherishes the most. And when he is afraid or unsure or frozen in place, he remembers that day, that scent, that moment in time. It spurs him on, helps him remember his promise, his vow, and to keep going even in the harshest of winters. Student Mentor (Students & Runaways only, if none is put one will be assigned in the coming ceremonies) Flowers: none at the moment
He grew up a wanderer. He settled in a hunter. He fled a traitor. Even as each stage of his life has come and gone, though, remnants of his past still cling on desperately. There will always be a small part of him, desperate to rebuild the legacy of his bloodline, descendant to a long-ago member of the ancient CrowClan’s last leadership and the distant offspring of one of the same Clan’s latter healers. He is what remains of a legacy all but forgotten, the fleeting romance of a Scion and a Shadow See’r eventually resulting in a life where he never quite belonged. He was born a rogue, raised on stories of his ancestors. He was always fascinated by the topic, and when one day he set off on his own it was on a quest to rekindle the history of his bloodline. He wanted to bring back CrowClan. From the start it was a futile quest. He wandered for a time, Crow to the rogues and loners he met and Crowseeker to any found Clans, but eventually found a place to settle for a time by the former name. His first stop on his mission was Primal Instinct, yet for a long time he was stuck there, far from his planned continued wandering. Just like everyone else, he was forced to stay in the League on threat of death. And he became some semblance of content with that role for a while. His time trapped in the League, a place where he thought he’d find the highest concentration of CrowClan cats, opened his eyes to one thing at least. His lineage would likely never return. It had been moons and seasons and more since CrowClan last was together, and no one would follow him of all cats on a quest that bordered on suicidal. It was always hard to believe he was actually descended from the cats he claimed anyways. Sleek black and rich orange patched across his pelt, interrupted with only a few stray splashes of white, marked him as more than just a calico but as a genetic defect, a chimera with different genetics patched through his body, that barely even resembled the golden-brown of his great-grandfather and only barely echoed the black, ginger-blazed fur of his great-grandmother. Even his eyes barely match, yellow-green chartreuse instead of the bright ivy-green or dull blue of his ancestors, long fur nothing like their sleek pelts. He had no proof to persuade anyone to follow him past his own word, and so he abandoned his dream. He focused instead on loyalty to the place he now called home, dedicating himself to whatever simultaneously mad and brilliant plan the former Nemesis, Vera E’tani, chose to lead Primal Instinct on. He hadn’t quite settled into the rhythm of the League, however, before he found a new passion to pursue. It was through a brief romance of his own, cut short not by death as his ancestor Burn faced but through poor circumstance, that he realized how he didn’t have to bring CrowClan back to life to honor the legacy he had inherited. He met a WinterClan cat by chance, and far too easily he fell in love with Razorkiss. Their foolish love nearly cost each other their lives, merely meeting each other a second time and any time past that a risk. Neither group was friendly at the time, relationships with outsiders forbidden to both cats. But they couldn’t resist. It could never last, though, and Crow barely had the time to learn Razorkiss was expecting his kits before they decided to break things off. It was enough for him, though. He had continued his legacy, even if they might never know the history their blood carried. From there he fell into a routine, going through the motions as Vera E’tani led the League through triumph and tragedy. And then, one day, the Nemesis that had long forced Crow to stay put left. And, for a time, Crow was lost. He had built himself up around loyalty not necessarily to the Nemesis but Vera. And she was gone. It wasn’t long before an old itch rose up again, an itch to wander. But this time he knew where to go. He was going to find the cat he had loved. He was going to meet the kits he never knew. He was going to WinterClan, to properly pass down his bloodline’s legacy. Perhaps with the only kin he has he could find a place to truly fit in.
Rank: Runaway Mentor: I don’t have one pre-selected Flowers: No flowers yet for him Skype Username: BlueKay
Snakefang is a gray tom with horizontal zig-zag stripes that are a darker shade of grey, almost black. He is the owner of a pair of light green eyes and large fangs. Just like the terrain he grew up in, he's a little rough around the edges, but he's not a bad tom. Willing to take on the tasks that others would rather not do, he's not afraid to get his paws dirty. He's not afraid to speak his mind when the situation calls for it, but he usually keeps to himself. Deep down inside, though, he loves to train, especially for fights. Conflict seems to fascinate him, but not in the twisted way that seems to consume other cats. He's mostly battle smart, but still able to compete mentally with the best of them. Loyal to his clan, he wants to be the best he can be and a reliable defender of WinterClan.
TACITPAW rose ❅ IAN A lavender balinese color point with blue eyes, Tacitrose is a pretty standard looking cat. She isn't overtly average, but she wouldn't stand out from the crowd. Nothing about her is particularly odd, other than her voice. Well, or lack there of. You see, she is mute. It is unclear if she has always been this way, as by the time she found herself in WinterClan territory, she was already silent. This doesn't mean she fails to communicate, her communication is just ... different. Still, she is a rather solitary cat. Others tend to avoid her, as being in contact with her means learning her strange language, her way of showing her mind to the rest of the group. student Mentor please assign in next ceremony c:
i'll rewrite in time i just wanted her to have something
FLINT heart ❅ LAMEGHOST A cat on the run, always looking over his shoulders. Flint is obviously guilty of something. But what could have such a friendly loner have done to flee to a clan in search of sanctuary? He certainly doesn't seem the type to do anything horrible. But he can often be seen watching the kits play with a sad look on his face. Flint is a long-haired grey tabby with shining yellow eyes. He has a friendly demeanor and is very social, always joking with his clanmates. Although he has long fur it's obvious he's not accustomed to cold weather and will not hesitate to complain about it. But no matter how cold it gets or how much he complains he always does his best to get the job done and do what's best for his new family. Runaway Flowers: None yet
WHITEKIT scorpion ❅ blankslate Snow-white tom sporting his signature icy blue eyes with a blazing sapphire center. His tail is long and often drapes over his back much like a scorpions. At the very tip of his tail it becomes much more scruffy and pointed like a scorpions stinger. When stalking prey or cats for that matter he has an alligator way of walking, a slow stalk before lunging. While he has his father’s short size he is incredibly good in combat and always goes low to slit the backs of legs before going in for the kill. He lives for combat. Has an easy time finding mates but never keeps them for long due to his dismissive nature about others feelings.
He’s the little nobody no one knew about until the day he tried to off himself. Then everybody suddenly knew him. People claimed that they were his best friend, that they blamed themselves for seeing the signs that were never there, but they claimed were. He was visited by absolute strangers reminding him about the most mundane stories of how they once shared prey or were on a patrol together one time. He was somebody when he woke up from the brink of death the way he thought he wanted to be. Now everyone looks at him, everyone pretends to be his friend, he’s the most pitiful pitied guy in the whole clan. He remembers when he would wish everyday to be liked, for people to notice him and now that it was he realized it was his hell. He steals herbs from his mom's medicine cat den to dull himself away from this plane of existence and onto the next, at least for a while. Blue grey cosmos fur as midnight blue as a sky on a bright moon night basks against his disheveled form. He looks as though he would be very handsome if he groomed back his scruffy fur and didn’t hunch over so much. He has a curtain of long fur in front of his dauntless robin egg blue eyes that seem permanently fixed to a mischievous demeanor. Dark glittery black claws rake anxiously across the already grey hairless slivers across his legs that he’s already picked clean of fur. His tone is playfully sarcastic often pointing out people’s flaws and calling people mouse brain mimicking his moms trait. He often wishes he was like his sociopathic mother, but no matter how hard he tries to act like he doesn’t care about anything and could laze around while chaos is at the door he’s not. He cares greater because he’s suffered, he smiles because he’s wasted too much time crying and he’s stronger because he has no choice, but to be.
His eyes shine with a glistening flirtatiousness, specks of playfulness dancing around without a care. He gives off a youthful vibe, one of boundless energy yet laziness all the same. That's exactly what Swanshade, previously Swan, is. A smooth-talking, care-free, slick fellow. With a handsome frame, sleek, perfectly groomed white fur with slight patches of black woven in, and emerald green eyes, it's hard not to say he is at least somewhat attractive with his broad head and large eyes. His tone is slick and sweet like honey, his words little poems, he flirts with any she-cat he can. It's playful, non-committal, because Swanshade doesn't do well with commitment. He lives for change, whether it be the scenery around him or the cats he talks to, he gets bored after a while. Swanshade had be a light if he wants to, but he has a darkness that is closing in. He is trapped in a world beyond his control. Some days he's fine, other days he's gone into that darkness, watching the walls slowly close in on him. The light is much different. He isn't moody, he isn't needy or clingy. He's just, normal. His spirit is like that of a child's, with touches of laziness thrown in. He can be rather selfish, traveling alone can do that sometimes, and isn't used to big groups. Doesn't mean he doesn't know how to talk to them, though. Swanshade is a sweet-talker, he dishes out compliments and nicknames like the ocean dishes out waves. It seems everyone he meets has a different nickname and he rarely calls them otherwise. His curious nature goes hand-in-hand with his love of life and exploration, discovering of new things. He finds the good in everyone and tends to ignore the bad. If he doesn't like them, then he usually ignores the good.
A tiny, frail tom with short, pale brown tabby fur, a white chest and paws, and wide, mournful amber eyes. His face is pert and delicate, his paws as soft and useless as a kit's, and his tail no more than a stump. With a coat so thin, he struggles in the cold and suffers through each winter, shivering alone at the edge of the camp and watching the stars in the night sky as his skin goes numb and his ears ache with frostbite. There's something about him that's all air and sadness, something so quiet and tired and repentant, like there's something foul inside him that he wants to bury in an early grave, like he thinks himself unnatural, like he's guilty. He has been teased his whole life for liking other toms - something he has always denied, and has yet to accept about himself. For now, it is still a point of shame, one he prefers to keep hidden away. Horrendously shy, he rarely speaks in anything more than soft whispers and hushed murmurs, never thinking himself worthy to look other cats in the eye in case they sense that shameful little secret that he has tried so hard to cut out of himself, to batter and drown and silence. Doleful, sweet and serious, the closest he will usually get to laughter is a small, sad smile. As though he seeks to punish himself, he is obsessed with putting himself in harm's way - and if it helps those cats better than him, those worthy of help, and if it's good, if it's the right thing, then all the better. He deprives himself of sleep, starves himself of food, stays out in the biting cold until he can't feel his nose or his paw-pads, lets his coat collect dust and snow and mud before he grooms himself. The subsequent stress of such self-destruction on his body has left him scrawny and malnourished, his ribs prominent beneath dry, prickly fur. As a result of his minimal contact with other cats, he's exceedingly awkward in social situations, all messy hope and fumbled steps and trying too hard; he craves validation and affection but shies from it the moment it's offered. Even if he weren't to distance himself from the rest of the clan, he wouldn't have many friends anyway - it's what he deserves, and he would only infect them. He's never felt as though he belongs in WinterClan - paws too soft to fight, fur too short to survive a harsh storm, head too quiet and heart too weak; no more than a burden, really. He stays by himself, listening to the mountain birds and the wind in the clifftops, watching the snowflakes and the butterflies and all the things so much more pure than himself, dozing on his own in patches of sunlight, watching his Clanmates share tongues and stifling all the longing, all the craving, for the physical touch the other cats have - stifling all the raw, hungry want. Sometimes he thinks he's held together by all that wanting, that his body is just numb, forced coldness stitched together by all the desire he doesn't want to feel.
RANK: soldier (unless it's possible for him to be a denkeeper or live with the mothers/youth, bc he's completely incompetent at fighting and just likes to take care of others and be Soft, so everyone was like "ugh okay go somewhere you won't be in the way and just.. change their bedding i guess"? so he helps to raise the youth? and he likes to be around she-cats bc there’s no Temptation and it’s like self-punishment bc he can’t do what he was made for, ugh sorry he makes me emotional lmaooo! totally fine if that's not allowed tho, i'd sort of also love him to be just Really Bad At Being A Soldier as a second option :') 💛)
FLOWERS: none yet (but will be snowdrop, edelweiss and spring snowflake)
SKYPE USERNAME: i'll let u know once i'm back and have time to make a new account, bc microsoft is the best and loves to do this cool thing where they think i'm a spy and lock me out ah, bless :')
