by hasu » Sun Sep 02, 2012 1:44 am
Name:
Tsatsiki
Gender:
male.
Reason of wearing a mask:
He's from a strange tribute, where adults cut a signal on their baby's face. He has a sword and a feather on his forehead. He has escaped from his tribute, because he hated their laws and customs, and he wants to hide his signal from others, because he feel ashamed of his origin.
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by RaistlinAgaric » Mon Sep 03, 2012 11:41 am
Name: Sharp
Gender: Male
The Story of the mask: Sharp was born with a physical deformation. His skin had been twisted to form a demonic sigil on his snout. The demonic sigil was heralded as doom for his family, and Sharp was cast out. Hurt and angered that her son was so cruelly mistreated when he had done nothing wrong, Sharp's mother forged a mask to cover his snout, a mask that was stylized to look like the mask that was supposedly worn by their god.
When Sharp put on the mask, everyone assumed that Sharp was their god, come to earth to pick out the good from the bad. Scared that he would be discovered, but even more fearful of the threat that would be posed if he told the truth, Sharp keeps his head down and acts as a passive 'god', watching his 'people' go about there every day lives.
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by BBAnimelover » Wed Sep 05, 2012 4:50 am
Name: lohikäärme (dragon)
Gender: Male
Reason for wearing mask: lohikäärme was born into a dark clan, expected to grow up a cold blooded killer, but he didn't want this. Lohi was naturally an outcast, having lighter colors in comparison to the rest of his clan who were all black and greys with dark navy blues or blood reds, ect. and due to his kind personality. Lohi was then shuned and punnished for his refusal to kill and was scratched across his face, leaving three long gashes under his right eye. Lohi was exiled from his mountain home, leaving him to find a new clan of whiptails. Lohi wore the mask to hide this mark, he was not ashamed of the scars, and was proud to wear them, but he thought others would not take to them so nicely. Lohi wears the mask only to spare people the brutal sight and to prevent rash first impressions. Also, he really likes masks. Only one other being has seen lohikäärme without his mask after the incident.
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by daanny » Thu Sep 06, 2012 9:14 am
Name:
Satamari
Why he wears his mask:
Satamari wears his mask because he would feel embarrassed to show his face.
The reason is, years ago, he got his face hit by a car, and it got scratched majorly, now he can barely see, but his eyes were repaired in looks at least.
But his whole face has scratches, scars, cuts, and he still has to have his stitches on!
He really feels different to have a different face, he feels his experiences make him different than other.
He just doesn't want people to look at him funnier than ever, or to be made fun of, or treated different than others.
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by glassesprotag » Thu Sep 06, 2012 6:54 pm
Name
Vulcan
Possibly related to Latin fulgere "to flash". In Roman mythology Vulcan was the god of fire. He was later equated with the Greek god Hephaestus.
Reason For His Mask
Vulcan has not always worn his mask, actually, he didn't start wearing it until the day he became an adult. He was wandering in the forest, part of his usual routine of the day. After a few hours being there, he returned to his home, only to come to it that it was on fire. He heard screaming from his family. His owner was crouched on the ground near the house, panting. 'How dare he leave my family to die!' he thought. Vulcan ran as fast as his legs could carry him to the front door. He rammed himself at the door, breaking a few boards from it. Using his sense of hearing, he followed the terrified screeches of his family.
WIP~ :3
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by whoopsydaizy » Fri Sep 07, 2012 9:58 am
The art above is made by me, and part of my entry.
Here is the oekaki.Name:
Dorian, Greek for "of the sea".
Gender:
Male
Story of the mask:
spacerspacerspacer Dorian had sent himself to the oceans side to fetch some fish to eat, padding along the sides, he'd have to go out deeper if he was to even catch a glimpse of these well known soaked scales that had always belonged to the fish. So of course he did; and what a foolish move it had been, for he had always been tentative of deep waters all his life. As soon as he stepped where his feet could not reach the sandy bottom, he fell, sinking deeper and deeper. As he began to tumble down the wide road of sand and water, he began to calm..
The soft waters caressed his face as the black abyss known as unconsciousness began to taunt him, drawing close. This is the day I die. He thought to himself, but why am I so calm..? He sank, lower and lower into the soft, cold unforgiving waters. There was not a thing he could do as he felt his lungs burn, searing him. His soothing calmness was now gone as his lungs seared at his throat, but I don't want to die. The burning began to turn him into a thrashing animal in an attempt for air. Struggling, he scratched and battered himself on the sand and rocks, ripping and tattering the fin on his head and back. The cuts and bruises would heal, but never the rips, the tatters in his fin.
And then it happened. The looming nothingness erupted, taking ahold of his mind as he was dragged into the world of unconsciousness. He could not fight it as his body's mind shut down, ceasing his struggling and pain as the last of his air escaped his lips, reuniting the choked air with the fresh ocean breeze. When Dorian woke up, he was on the side of the ocean, where he had started. His footsteps in the soft sand still fresh, but fading from the waters gentle touch as it swayed over it, embracing him in a gentle embrace, folding over him like a soft blanket of cloth. He coughed, allowing his eyes to focus on his surroundings as air began flowing through his body for the first time of what felt like years. Slowly, he got up, claws clinging to the soft muddy sand as he peered over beside him. A chill went down his spine, ripping through his skin in small, nonexistent icicles. He was frozen, his eyes wide with fear. A few moments past and the icy grip that held him let go, and he hesitantly padded over, pondering the body of an older dragon. One he could not regonize; a very strange dragon, with a very strange mask to match.
It didn't take him long to figure out that this dragon, though strange, had saved Dorian. And had died while doing so; guilt made his heart heavy, and he could do nothing but give a proper burial, and the respect this dragon of unknown origin deserved. From this day on, Dorian wore the broken, cracked mask to honour his savior. Though damaged through the travels of the mask's past owner, it was far from brittle and unwearable.
Personality:spacerspacerspacer Dorian is a very tentative, unsure dragon. Not certain of too many things, he will attempt to make sure the object, thing or creature is known, but generally remains tentative, even after discovery. This makes him curious, but also careful, cautious, of his attempts at discovery. He is soft-spoken, and in a way shy, in a bold way. He dislikes to push things into others, and his shyness makes him a bit of a push-over in many's eyes. But he is bold in an awkward way, never wanting to make himself that well known, but when it comes to, he can bold if he is the one leading.
Interests:spacerspacerspacer Dorian loves lush spaces such as a river bed, a hallowed tree brimming with life, or a colourful, open field. He isn't too picky when it comes to lush locations. He would rather spend a day lazing around in the grass, sun pouring down on his furred body, or letting the cool air rest on his snout as he ventures deep into a forest. He enjoys heated locations much more than icy, grasping areas. Though, he does enjoy a short dip in cool, relaxing water.. if its shallow.
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by HopelessOutsider » Sat Sep 08, 2012 9:07 am
Name: Ares
The Greek god for, war.
Gender: male
Why he wears his mask: His right side of his face is burned and he has a scar there two. This all happened 3 years ago, a war had broken out between him and his father. One night he was walking to his den and his father threw a fiery stick at him. After that there was a huge fight and he killed his father and got that scar. Ever since he has been a hateful war lover.
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