Outcross

Child of an angel and demon, this young lycan orphan was saved at birth by dragon blood, which flows in his veins with mysterious power. His boyfriend, J.D., is a regular kid, but wears a bear cub outfit because that is what he really wants to be.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Circ

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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Outcross's Story

# Out Of Character (OOC), 2009-08-19 13:58:24, as written by Circ
Outcross dry-humps Azrican.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-21 13:38:21, as written by Circ
Outcross skitters into Gambit's Bar, his freshly-clipped nails making brief clacking sounds against the [insert flooring substance]. A cloak subdues the stirred-up dust behind him, its rich green muddied along the ornamented hem.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-21 13:40:12, as written by Circ
Outcross 's translucent eyes pull up into his skull as he tries to observe the people standing around the bar. The sound of nearby feet reaches his perked-up ears, and Outcross darts beneath an adjacent table to continue his analysis.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-21 13:43:08, as written by Circ
Outcross , sitting in a swirl of warm wool wrapping his hindquarters and overtop his paws, tries to recall someone familiar. The bodies are numerous, but none of them stand out as anything he recalls. A look of disappointment skirts across his muzzle, and Outcross lets out a little sigh.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-21 13:47:07, as written by Circ
Outcross 's tongue stretches out, curving up to his nose, and wiping along the side of his snout. Then one ear perks higher than the other. Did someone just say they are a monster? Intriguing! He glances around the room, attempting to link the voice to a face. It isn't a hard task, and soon Outcross' gaze settles on Jovan Du'an.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-21 13:50:07, as written by Circ
Outcross , stalking with cat-like grace, moves toward Jovan. He is almost ready to leap up against the legs of his target when, without premonition, a sultry, buxom maiden saunters into the bar and turns on her suds-cycle. A bush of bubbles emerges from behind the counter, enticing Outcross to romp around within them.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-21 13:55:32, as written by Circ
Outcross is unable to restrain himself, and given his other objective seems to have departed during his predilection, he decides to spring up over the counter-top and into the flood of suds. Bubbles burst everywhere from his sudden landing in their midst, drifting over the bar in clumps, floating through the air, landing in people's drinks, on their clothes, and drifting lazily to the floor.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-21 14:00:34, as written by Circ
Outcross suffocates on the bubbles.

# The Hidden Glen, 2009-10-11 06:54:41, as written by Circ
Outcross gazes upon a girl standing within the glen.

# Side Alley, 2009-10-11 06:55:58, as written by Circ
Outcross pounces Saken.

# Side Alley, 2009-10-11 06:56:31, as written by Circ
Outcross is meeped at. Covers his perky ears with his paws.

# Side Alley, 2009-10-11 06:57:16, as written by Circ
Outcross sits down on the face of the unconscious drunkard, and tilts his head at The Mystic. "I don't know."

# Side Alley, 2009-10-11 06:59:51, as written by Circ
Outcross is poked. Growls confusedly back at the power, Haley Good.

# Side Alley, 2009-10-11 07:02:26, as written by Circ
Outcross tilts his head in the other direction, scootching back further across Saken's face. "Clock thingie? What are you talking about?"

# Side Alley, 2009-10-11 07:04:08, as written by Circ
Outcross is confused. "You fought a clock?"

# Side Alley, 2009-10-11 07:07:08, as a chat transcript.
oO

# Side Alley, 2009-10-11 07:09:55, as written by Circ
Outcross snorts, believing these people are insane, and continues his exploring.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-02-04 12:38:46, as written by Circ
Outcross pads into the bar on all fours, sniffing the air with whiskers atwitch. A long cape of green fabric flows down from his collar, concealing the lower half of his body entirely.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-02-04 12:50:43, as written by Circ
Outcross wanders over to the artificial fire of the hearth, and lays down on the cool stone stab in front of the glass barrier between him and the illusion of warmth.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-02-04 12:59:35, as written by Circ
Outcross unleashes a high-pitch, languid yawn, and then drops his chin down on his forepaws.