[stoatkiss]

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Personality:
How did they get these markings on their fur?: [This can be a story/journal or even both! Important is, that you can get a good picture on their past. I love it detailed and descriptive with emotion.]
Accessories: (Optional)
Art: [Limit 2](Drawings only!)

[DraconisSumeris]

Marine OH RAH!



Maelstorm nicky: Mael.



Female



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she has a bracelet with a TARDIS charm, a neclack with the words "The doctor" on it and a sonic scredriver pen.



The Maelstorm, conposer: Robert W Smith link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FViJVeQ6G7s
the begining is a bit slow and sad, like anticapation before the storm, then it picks up tempo and the brass comes in and he storm begins.


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[maleficent-toadstool]

I had to quit.

[Psixi]

Username:
Psixi
Name:
Gender:
Female
Personality:
How did they get these markings on their fur?: [This can be a story/journal or even both! Important is, that you can get a good picture on their past. I love it detailed and descriptive with emotion.]
Accessories:
None.
Art: [Limit 2](Drawings only!)

[toccata]

Username: Brave love
Name: Andrew
Gender: Male
Personality: Artistic, playful, fun loving, outdoorsy, all sweet inside. Funny. Ah Just a ball of artistic fluffiness. :3
How did they get these markings on their fur?:
Hey kids! You wanna hear a story? *kids yell out YES!* Okay then. Let's hear Uncle Andrew tell you about how he got his markings. It all started the day I got my first paint set. Ahh yes. I was so happy I just ran into the white room plain white room all made for me and started dabbing little designs that I sketched. Then I started painting on me! On me! I had so much happiness filled inside me that I just had to let it out but it wasn't enough! I just dabbed on myself. The marking on me you see is the red paint. It soon stuck to me and wasn't able to wash off. It felt.... part of me! The stuff I needed to be exciting. WIP
Accessories: Some snazzy smart looking artistic glasses, an artist barrette, some paint bottles stringed to his tail for some art emergencies.
Art: wip

[.chamomile.]

{{Username }}

--Jaytage---

{{Name }}

--Chakotay---

{{Gender }}

--Male---

{{Personality }}

--Chakotay is isolated, shielded from the outside world. He keeps to himself, and his only real companion most of the time are his thoughts. He thinks of many things, and many different possibilities. What would like be like on another planet? What would it be like to have a sibling? Chakotay is strong, physically and mentally. Despite his outward seclusion, he really does just love to have fun and isn't afraid to try new things (as long as it won't kill him). All he really wants is to be friends with someone, but unfortunately, his social skills are lacking. He is adventurous too,and a bit like Huckleberry Finn in the sense that he is street smart.---

{{My Markings: the Tale }}

--It all started with the Rebels, on the fifth day of the season of the Blue Moon. I remember that night clearly, it haunts my mind whenever I am bored, when my mind is pitch black with nothing to do. It was warm, and the festivities of the night were dancing around my senses. The Initiation was about to begin, a time where young Dragons become an adult in the eyes of our ancestors. Shadows darted around the firelight, jewels flashed dully in the gleam, I knew the time was to come. I prepared myself, my heart beating rapidly, my muscles tensing, ready for action. And then, there was chaos. I had barely registered the signal, which had been predesignated to be three emerald flashes just below the moon. I attacked, my claws and teeth ripping and tearing at those around me. I didn't really know why I had decided to join up with the Rebels, who insisted that they be called the Tribe of New Life. Their goals were unclear to me, it was like trying to make out whether a tree was a person or not on a misty night. I soon found myself standing next to the second-in-command, Zethra, who had triumph gleaming in his eyes.
"We are finished." He told me, blood dripping from his fur.
"It was easy."
Zethra fixed me with a stare, his blue eyes staring into mine, "You are worthy to be one of us."
I dipped my head respectfully, I had seen the ceremony once before. The new Dragons had received markings of a sort, and from what I had seen, they had just magically appeared on their body, no paint or juices at all. Zethra and I walked back to the base, joining up with other Rebels on our way there. My mind was in a sort of haze of joy and glory, unable to comprehend the congratulations and compliments I received. Before I knew what was going on, I found myself in the Great Circle, surrounded by all of the Rebels, their expressions going from bland and lifeless to flashing anger and fear.
"Cha-ko-tay, Cha-ko-tay, praise your spirit, praise your life." They began to chant.
My eyes fluttered closed, and before me came a vision, and a being. The being was a Dragon, or so I assumed it to be. It's fur was long and black, like the shadows, and it seemed to be swirling and whispering softly, Death.... Blood.... Battle.... Screams....
"Welcome," the being said, "welcome to the Realm of Darkness, welcome to the new way of life, and be blessed with my mark of power and hatred!"
I pulled away, running from the being. My soul and spirit told me this was wrong, ever so wrong. The hiss of the being filled my ears, and I could feel his rage as if it were a real, tangible object. I awoke instantly, to an empty Great Circle. Where had everyone gone?
"Leave us Chakotay." A voice hissed, it sounded like Zethra.
"You are not worthy! You have denied your true God!"
"Yes, leave us!"
I scrambled to my paws, the source of the voices seemed to be coming from everywhere, angrily telling me to leave, threatening to kill me. I did as I was told, and fled, out of fear, out of confusion, out of every feeling that could ever exist.
Since then, the marks that the being gave me have always been with me. I've tried to get rid of them, but they never come off, not even if I tear my fur away. Those markings serve as a reminder of my past deeds, and the short time of my life that I had spent shrouded by the darkness.---

{{Accessories }}

--A simple jade necklace, from China of course. It's purpose is to ward off dark spirits that may haunt a persons conscience and soul.---

{{Art }}

--Here is the link to the full picture: http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2li7j40&s=6
It's too big for these forums D: and I dont know how to resize it---

[hexlco]

Name:

Prof. Dr. Genevieve Conoe Psmith

Nicknames:

Jenny, Canoe, Smith. Does not
like nicknames.

What it means:

The name means "Race of women" but can also mean
"White, fair and smooth, soft."

Birthstone:

Ruby of Course.

Zodiac:

Element: Fire
Ruling planets: The Sun
Symbol: The Lion
Stone: Peridot
Life Pursuit: To lead the way
Vibration: Radiant Energy
Leo's Secret Desire: To be a star

Birthflower:

Larkspur of Waterlily.

Gender:

Female

Origin:

Scottish

Personality
Dreadful. Perfectly
dreadful. How can I describe
the way this strange girl acts. A
strange girl. How so? Let me
explain. She isn't exactly, S̮̤̘̟a̸͙̜ṇ̦ͅe̸̥
is you know what I mean.
Well you can't say she is insane either
but looney, moonstruck,
crazy and screwy are good words.
But all will be explained in
the story but she really was
a sweet girl. She loved to talk
and she loved to smile. Now,
you will be lucky to get a grin out
of her. Sometimes if you say
certain things she will go pale and
snap into a dazed trance but many
know what things can trigger
that. She enjoys to stay a bit secluded
and doesn't ever want to
really go out in public. When she
does she looks strange and
awkward. Not only does she have
a scared and worried
personality but she also has a
social anxiety and a good amount
of depression. She doesn't try to
get help and she doesn't want it.

A Confession of Genevieve

I was born, a while ago. In the year 1880. Yes, I am from then but since now is only 1901 I am not that old. I was born to a wealthy family teaching me to find respect, and wiseness among all others but also the family leaned towards the nature of industry for our money. But my foolishness was obvious. I desire was to hold my head high and when I went into public everyone would know my name and the schools would teach about me. My first fault. Many people would have happily blazoned all the irregularities I had to get credit but with my views of a high future, I him them with shame. I didn’t know what I wanted but with my awkwardness and slowly compressing depression I was forced into science. I didn’t mind, in fact I was quite good at it but is the exact opposite of religion. I didn’t have a religion anymore since I was forced into my field. I couldn’t. Soon I showed a restraint against many people who defied my ideas and I plunged deeper into the shame I had already accumulated. I started to work. Feverishly I tried to find a cure, a anything. Something that would bring back what might be left of my shameful title. I started to pick fights with my own family and didn’t care whatever they would say. Then I discovered. I was not just one but two. The other side just wanted out and I was denying it. I started to work on a potion. This potion would show this side of me. I don’t want to go into detail about this “potion.” Nobody, ever must make this and nobody must ever suffer what I did and still do. As I continue. I have found out that a girl’s life will forever rest on her shoulders and you will never forget what has happened and I have now realized that and cannot forget what has happened. What you may ask, you have only babbled. But we are coming to that. Soon, just wait.

I then decided, if this potion really worked I would be the best test subject. I did what I did. I drank it. It was a salty thick and cold taste. But then pure agony hit me. My bones felt as if they were being grounded into power and it was agonizing. My very soul felt as if it was being ripped from my body and my tail felt heavy and my jewel also felt like it was being violently ripped from my head. The dull pain in my head, as it was usually increased into a acute pain. I fell to the floor gasping for breath but they passed soon. I felt as if I had been cured of cancer for I felt younger. I wasn’t especially old but I felt happier, my depression lifted leaving a wicked feeling. I felt...different. I looked into the small mirror that was in my chambers, a looking glass if you like. But I looked in an didn’t see me. I saw a black figure, dark gray, but it had the red eyes, redder than blood and the same jewel. The jewel and fur was greasy and the teeth were sharp, sharper than any type should be. Looking as if they were made for shearing meat but that couldn’t be true. Could it? I started sneaking out. I wanted to leave the house but with the other people in my family, I was a strange. I wasn’t me and I couldn’t just be a stranger within my own house. Sneaking around I would surely be caught and killed for trespassing, no. I would be careful and keep this amazing feeling of youth and happiness. I had named my other side. Molin. I made it out and spent the rest of the night doing things I would never dare do before. I don’t like to talk about it but I didn’t take somebody down. This evil, written plainly as day on my greasy fur and scheming eyes. I didn’t want to let this awesome feeling go but I was forced to. I snuck back into my own house and drank the potion again. The pain was not as bad as before but still I was left gasping clinging to a chair. It was over but not forever. I knew I would be back.

I had to stop. I had killed somebody, if not I had come close. After this I had lost all concept of time, news and anything else. But to the point. The markings. I still haven’t explained how I got them and now is the time but this horrible demon of me was a big part of it. I had confronted this part of me. I couldn’t let it keep living my life and keep me away from everything I held dear. Even if I returned to my near solitary depressing life it was better than being slave to this monster. As follows.

“Molin! Where are you!”
A scratchy voice of which I had never heard answered the true voice of the demon. “Here.”
“You must go I can’t let you stay here.”
A laugh. “Do you really think I will ever let you go? Do you think I’ll set you free?”
“You’re just a face in the mirror, a demon who must leave the inside of me!”
“I AM you. And I will never leave...you will never get away from me.”
“You wish Molin. I will kill you. You can’t survive!”
“You can kill yourself if you wish but let me tell you. I’ll flourish even after you kill me. I’ll haunt your soul for eternity.”
“Soon you will die and my silence will hide you!”
“You can’t control me! I live deep inside you! Everyday I’ll devour more of your soul!”
“You can’t be trusted! I’ll rejoice when I breath my final breath!”
“I’ll live inside you forever!”
“NO!”
“With Satan himself by my side.”
“No!”
“Nobody will ever be able to separate us now!”

“Can’t you see! It’s over now! Time to die!”
 “No not I only you.”
“If I die, you die too!”
“Then I’ll be you!”
 “Take all your deeds and rot in hell!”
“I’ll see you there Genevieve!”

The confrontation of my inner self. But it worked. I didn’t necessarily get rid of him but I sought help. I achieved just that but it wasn’t somebody else. I took what was left of the potion and put it on my own body, a reminder of one’s inner evil and a protection against what had once ruled my life. I was seen as crazy. I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia and many other mental disorders. I knew I had social anxiety and was depressed but I had many other problems but I am back. I am depressed, have social anxiety but I am back. I am whole and I know more than anyone you know about the forces of evil. This knowledge I have shared with you and some of this knowledge I will keep to myself until I have died and the recipe will be silenced for eternity.

Accessories:
Genevieve doesn't like accessories but has one she loves to where everywhere. Well, she doesn't love to wear it but she does wear it. It is a gold and red scared with intricate designs on gold on the red and yellow edges with red fringes. The only thing she really wears. She doesn't want more on her than who she really is.

Art:
Above, (I hope the tail doesn't count! Just a filler!) And another one on it's way! (I can't wait! :D)

After Word -
Just what I think about her! Pretty much just that she's so beautiful! (Stop making awesome designs artists D:) And that if I did win her I would definitely draw her all the time! I hope this wasn't too many extras! I tried to make them pretty small and insignificant. And the story umm... it's a little longer than I meant it to be. Because I'm such an overachiever Sarcasm. Done for now! Ahh yes, thought I would add this! But, she would definitely live here with a few of my other characters. But it's a work in progress! http://charahub.com/user/Amberblaze

Just to say, this is my other art but it's in small form! c:

[inner Animal]

Hey could you extend this by a day or two please? I'm super busy and I need some time to work on my forum.

[peppermintleo]

Yes Wolfy. One extra day would be amazing. Todayis my brothers birthday, and tomorrow we are going to the roller rink to celebrate it.. and I need to finish my art.

[typewriter;]

I did a second piece of art (I am actually quite proud of it) but my computer crashed, so I may not be able to download it today, if this happens and I can't download it today, would it be possible for me to download it tomorrow?