[Nialler.]

This girl's name is Mkali, pronounced "Makalee". Her name means Bright in the Swahili language, which relates to this girls resemblance to the galaxy, stars, ect.




This is a grogeous 'girl'.




Mkali can't remember much of her history. It's all a blur of forgotten memories. What she can remember though, washes through her mind each time she lies her head down. Sitting in a comfortable chair w ith her mother, reading through her favourite book "Where the wild things are". Being tucked into her bed, kissed on the forehead and wished 'Goodnight darling'. Snuggling up to her father on a cold winter day, listening to the amazing stories he tells while watched the fire dance before her. Lying with her parents at night, gazing up at the stars above. Waking up on a december morning and finding presents left by Santa Dragon. Her toys, now lost, that she used to play with every day. All of this happened before the tragedy. Mkali's parents did not return from a walk one night. Mkali waited, and waited. She never gave up hope. But, one day, she realised they weren't going to be ever coming back. So, Mkali set out trying to search for her family. With no luck, she stumbled apon the human race and is not hopefully going to go to a new amazing home, with a new family.

[.chamomile.]

Possible Reserve :3

[clouds-move-on]

Reserve!
Name:
Gender: Male
History:

[Downn]

name;;
This JMD goes by Dio.
I hope you know what I am referencing. ;u;
Their real name may or may not be Oliver. I dunno. asdfghjkl.

gender;;
Male

history;;
WIP <3

[Honu]

Name: Lleyvino Caida {LEH-VEE-NO SIGH-DUH}, or 'Drip, drop, drizzle'. It is Spanish, and he is named such becaus eof the way it looks like his marking are drizzling down his shoulders, mane and sides. <3
Gender: Male
History: WIPWIPWIP

[greye]

I'll do fancy coding tomorrow <3

Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Things it yearns to remember

Name:
Lucien
(I'll add the meaning later :3)

Gender:
Male

History:
WIP <3

[runnershigh]

oooohhh she is gorgeous <3 reserving!

[TigerFox25]

Oh-My-Gawd-I-Fell-In-Love XD

Name;
Jeweleos
-it has no literal meaning, though to me, it sounds like Pure strength, within beauty....

Gender;
This is a Male JMD

History;
(okay...lets do this... 3ds style err0r filled)

Born by the ocean, with the name Lanny was never fond of the salty sea air, white sandy beaches, or the sound of waves against the shore at night... he did, however, love the small creatures he found by the ocean, hermit crabs, sea urchins, anemones, and all sorts of fish. he would find all these under the large rocks that stayed upon shore after the moon pulled away the waves. only as he collected shells, and critters while the tide was far away, was he at peace. But even when the tide was far out from land he never thought he was safe, walking as far as he could, walking closer only to flip another rock to find three more things to add to his collection. Lanny loved that, but... His mother never appreciated the jars of shells he held onto, ''she just doesnt see their beauty'' he muttered, trying to cheer himself up, he was home schooled through his life, taught by his father how to rule with an iron fist, he hated it, he was punished severely by his father when he got somthing incorrect, his mother just sitting by watching while Lanny was beaten through his school year.
By the age of 14 he had snuck away from his sea-side home, walking by the road with his suitcase of stuff, a couple jars of seashells, and some money he had been saving up, about $30. he knew what he had on him couldnt last very long... but that was all he could get, So he used it wisely. Getting a hotel room, small and affordable, he stayed there for as long as he could, job searching to get some money from someone, anyone at this point. he was able to get a small job as a garbage man at a McFries by his hotel, it wasnt a well paying job, but it kept a roof over his head, and some food in his stomache.

A few years pass, he had decided to start an art to try to earn some more money, guitar didnt work, it was like his fingers were to fat. singing, like a bird getting ran over by a car. dancing, four left paws. Nothing seemed to work for him, until one day... he got up from his bed, sleepy as ever, grabed a pencil and dragging over some paper, then connecting lines, forming pictures, making circles... Drawing! And he was great at it! the only setback was... His drawings were of creatures unknown to the world he was living in, creatures of which were not ever thought of to exist, to strange to belong here... these were his own, world, home, and belief... no one could beat, pull, or tear this out of him, it was him... And he loved it, But... he couldn't make money off of it, not quick easy cash... so he stored his tallent away, hiding it from the world.
Now 18 he sat at his new appartment, finally finding enough money to get one, he was overjoyed.
He sat there, looking up at the ceiling. He sighed, opening the window and pulling a pencil from his desk drawer looking around and grabbing a few peices of scrap paper, doodleing on one to cure his boredom, then setting it aside and drawing another, doing the same five or six more times. Sitting back to look at his drawings, a gust of wind blew in from the window snatching up many of his drawings, then sweeping out the window with them, he got up frantically as the gust stole his drawings, scattering them to the streets below his windowsil, few noticed the fluttering pages, But one SMD did, glancing up the SMB looked at a few of the pages, his ears perking and smiling, as he ran around, looking at the other falling pages, snatching them from the winds grasp and smiling as he looked at them, he glanced upward at the window they fell from, Lanny was nowhere to be seen, the guy huffed, looking around for the creator of the drawings, Lanny burst through the entrance to the building his apartment was in, slamming the doors open and running forward, snatching his drawings from the JMD's paws, not making eye contact as he started back inside "Young boy!" the JMD called, "hey!" he called louder until Lanny flicked his ears toward him, listening "Im Janeris, i was on my mornin' walk, looking for insperation for my movie im writing when you pictures, beautful as they are, fell from the sky!" he explained, stepping closer "young boy, i want you to help me, I need Someone who can draw realistic beings that are not normal, but alien..." he said, lanny's ears now perked behind him as he listens "Sure..." Lanny said, turning back Janeris, The guy smiled, happily running over to lanny and hugging him tightly "boy, you just made my year! ive been looking too long for an artist!" he said, still hugging, Lanny pushed him off, "but..." he said as the guy listened, his face not as happy anymore "on a few conditions; I would like my own room," Janeris nodded "%40 of the money, and a new name..." He said smiling.

(Name changed at the end fyi
sry its so long, i got carried away XD)

[purpledirewolf2019]

Hi there! My name is Mimra, or at least that's what I've been renamed. Mimra means memory, a name which is ironic since I seemed to have lost mine. Well, at least from when I was little girl. You see, I was found collapsed and unconscious under a pile of rumble from a burnt down hose. But, I was muttering phrases like "dancing bears" and "painted wings." I was taken to the local hospital where they treated me. I had some burns, cuts, bruises, but nothing that couldn't be fixed. When I finally woke up, I was asked a lot of questions. "What did I remember? Who is your family? Was that your house that burnt down?" I thought as hard as I could, but I couldn't remember anything. That's how I got my name. The doctors and nurses called me Mimra, saying that it'll come back one day. However, days turned into weeks, which turned into months. I never got any clear memory back, but I started remembering the strangest things. I saw dancing bears, figures with painted wings, and horses prancing around with what looked to be silver dust around them. The only place I could have seen any of those things was at the circus. I guess my parents must have taken me there a lot, maybe even the day the incident happened. The next memory to kind of come back was just an image of snow, a blizzard in fact. I heard a song I'm guessing someone use to sing to me while they held me, keeping me safe and warm from the snow outside. But nothing but figures dances across my memories. I knew the memory had to be from December though. I read some old newspapers saying how bad blizzard had come through several years ago in December, and I knew it had to be the one from my memory. But other than those few faded and blurry memories, I had nothing. I was put in an orphanage, but no one seemed to want to adopt a child who had no idea who she was. So, when I was finally of age, I left to be on my own. I stopped trying to figure out what happened to me, or the family I probably had. I wondered sometimes if they were alive, looking for me, but I doubted it. Now I'm just trying to make a life for myself, leaving the past behind me, and not stressing about the memories. Those memories are glowing dim like an ember, and as much I was want to forget them and move on, my heart yearns to remember. Sometimes, all I want is to be in that memory with the snow, once upon a December.

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