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Name;

Aïra. It's a name that I just made up. It's pronounced Ay-are-ya.

Why does she have the beads?

She has the beads because she sells beadnecklaces and bracelets to make a living. They are entirely hand-crafted, which makes people pay more for the trinkets.

What does she love most about South Africa?

She loves all of the unique, diverse animal species found there.

Her Personality in 5 words:

Patient|Hard-working|Polite|Optimistic|Light-hearted

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The Winner of this WTD is Flawed with Enitan!
I loved the simple way you presented your form, but you kept it organised and precise. I also enjoyed the story and how you incorporated a lot of normal life into the story, Well done!

There will be no runner-ups this time, but keep trying for other open WTD's!

ENITAN

Basic information
Username: VelvelSilverfang197
Name: Enitan (en-EET-ahn)
Name Meaning: One of story
Name Origin: believed to be South African.
Gender: Male
Gender Role: Masculine
Romantic Orientation: Straight

History
Why does he have the beads?:
Enitan (who we call En) is a very complex being. When he was little, he lived with his mother. He taught him how to live, as mothers are supposed to. But her way of living was not one that you would want a WtD to follow. She was a burgaler. She taught En how to forage for his own food, but instead of in the wild, in the village close to their den. They would sneak in and steal what they wanted, not needed, although they did make sure they had food. One night on a run, as they used to call it, his mother turned to him in the living rom of the village home.
"son, I need to tell you something." She said, as she started to pull off her bracelet of beads. "i love you, you know I do. But I have to go. And I won't be back for a long time, but don't forget anything I taught you, okay? I mean it. Its a tough world out there. So take care of yourself." She handed him her bracelet, and picked up something from the table of the house. Meanwhile, as she had known there was a creature downstairs, a woman in the town had called the police. The door busted down, and En turned to his mother, just aa small gray bullet separated the night air and peirced through his mothers chest, sending a burst of bright red liquid to spread out behind her. En ran in terror into the kitchen and out the back door, and kept running. Since that day, En has been stealing for his life.
Short Story:

I was on a trip to South Africa, to do some artistic stuff. I have always loved to travel, and Africa has always been a place of interest. Anyways, I was out painting a picture of the sunset outside of this village, when I heard a gunshot in the house just behind me! I turned around quickly, only to find a busted-down door, a dead creature, and a crying woman in the livingroom. I took my stuff and walked over. "what happened?" I asked the officer, who answered in a calm voice. "i finally shot the Wiptail Dragon that has been terrorizing the village for years. She won't be of much trouble now." He spat, which infuriated me. "do you have any respect for life?!" I shouted at him, then walked out through the forest to where I was staying, in a small rented hut next to a lake. I cranked up my radio, and turned it to an American Country station. I smiled as the song 'Pontoon' by Little Big Town came on, and started drawing. Soon, I could hear breathing over my shoulder, and stiffened.
"That is a nice picture" a creature, like the one from the village house, said.
"T-thank you." I stuttered. "who are you?"
He looked at me blankly as I turned around. "I am Enitan. Who are you?"
"I-i... I'm Tamra." I replied, slightly less afraid than before.
"Nice music." He said, and layed down on the floor of the hit. "do you know any place I can go? Out of the country, maybe?" He asked.
"Umm... You could come back to America with me if iiiiiiiiiiii want." i offered.
"yes. I will live with you in America." He smiled. I felt a warmth in my stomach, and when I touched his head to pet him, my hand let out a small spark of electricity.
"did you feel that?" I asked.
he responded quickly, "yes. We are bonded." He curled up at my feet, and from that day on, he never left my side. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Personality
What does he love most about SA?: The only thing he misses is the Climate. I live in the mountains, where it is rarely over 60, and he loves the 80° weather. So thats a minus, but he got over it quickly xD
His Personality in 5 words:
»Mischevious

He is a robber, what more can I say?

»cunning

Strategic and sneaky. This is pertinent to crime.

»intelligent

He is very mathematical-minded. Honestly! He is the planner and the committer of crimes!

»determined

Give him a goal, he meets it! No matter what obstacles lite in his way!

»pushy

"i want to go for a stroll through the woods." No. "i don't care, we are going." I said no! "come on! We are gonna miss the sunset!" I... Uuugh.

Likes:
Crime

the reason he likes crime its because his mother taught it to him, and it makes him feel better whenever he is sad.

Stealth

Stealth is clearly a like for him because he needs it in order to commit his crimes.

The color red

red has always been his favorite color, because it was the color of his mothers eyes.

winning/succeeding

duh! Who doesn't like to win? Winning games and succeeding at crimes, this is definitely a like for En.

Dislikes:
Being caught

he has been before, and it is just too much of a bother to break out of the little car they put him in.

Anything that reminds him of his mother

this may make him have angry, and sometimes booklet outbursts, followed by a period of absence.

Hurting the young or the elderly.

if forced to, he will use force on others, but not children or the elderly. He has never killed anyone.

Favorites:
Form of crime: Robbery

he gets what he wants when he wants it.

Color: red

explained earlier, this was the color of his mothers eyes.

Food: Actually, surprisingly, this tough nut loves marshmallows. Roasted marshmallows.

he just can't stop eating the gooey things. The crispy, golden crust covering the soft, sticky insides.

Drink: Dr. Pepper

he just doesn't like pepsi.

Genre: He loves listening to country music, which is actually the very thing that brought us together.

Art: http://instagram.com/p/bWieOAGeK0/



Working on it now ^w^


Edit: are we allowed extras?