Name
Jacques {Quinn} Johnson
Nicknames
Jack & Fizzy
Gender
Male
Age
19 {human years}
Occupation
- traveler
- life-guard
- entertainer
"Don't let my heartbeat,
say no to you."
The Basics
"Hello there friend. The name's Jacques Quinn Johnson. Lately I have discovered that Quinn is my middle name, as it was also my father's name. As I grew up from my childhood, I earned the nicknames of Jack, and even Fizzy because of my love for orange Fanta. It's a very sweet drink, I have to say, that if you have not yet tried it, I recommend you do! Anyways, haha, let's get back to me. You also have the advantage of calling me Quinn, unless you don't know me, then that's a problem if you do. I'm a male, as you can see, at the age of nineteen {19} and I'm a very proud young adult. Though I may have a few problems here and there, I'm proud of what I have accomplished and what I have not. I here, citizen of Inge town, am a traveler, because I absolutely love to travel around the world and know much more than anyone could ever know! I also work as a life-guard while I'm on vacation back at my hometown at the beach. When I am off work, I play for friends while at the beach, or maybe at the food and drink bar there. This is a way to show my fellow friends my talent and love for music. I have to say, music lives in my soul, and I'm glad it does, as it empties away lies that have surrendered my life. I've always wondered if the town itself would ever realize that it's my music itself when I'm sad. It makes me wonder what others think of me. I'm sure we'll be good friends though. I'm hoping so...
Jack is hetero-sexual, in other words, straight. Jack has always grown up to like the ladies. Though he's not the most flirtatious guy, he still gets to a little flirting every once in a while. Jack is a young male who quickly swerves towards the ladies. Though he's not trying to find the love of his life every minute of his time, but if he plans to himself that if he ever does find that one girl, he'll cherish her as he can and make his life-time special while he has her, which he hopes ends up to be forever.
Jack's birthday would have to January 31st, because it rains during this month, but it also snows, representing his blue markings on his coat. This would mean that Jack is an Aquarius. As Jack grew up in Boston, his first accent was, of course, the "Boston" accent. But as he slowly grew up, he decided - he wanted to be a traveler. He dreamed to travel the whole world - Britain, Paris, everywhere! But first he had to practice the ways of the people in those places. Therefore, he studied all the accents and languages he could, as to not be seen as an outcast when he visited the places and to be one who could almost always fit in. Soon enough, in five years, Jack ended up knowing at least five different languages, along with their accents - Spanish, Russian, German, Basque, and Finnish. He is very fluent in Russian and Finnish, but still needs to study the others more to improve. His goal is to learn at least fifteen and become fluent in them all, but knows that the result only comes out if he studies hard. As Jack studies, his Boston accent slowly dies away, but still at the tip of his tongue.
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Personality
Jacques is said to be a blissful calamity.
With moments where he tell truths and others where he lies, he'll always be himself no matter
what his circumstances are. As Jacques started to grow older, his personality started to slowly
develop to who he is now - a strong person inside, bright but clumsy on the outside, by action
and by word. It can bring both curiosity but can be upsetting if you just wonder - how exactly
does he live on through a word like this, when all he's really looking for is a hero of his own?
When Jacques was just a baby, he was very giggly, not too stubborn, and would always gaze
among the unknown. Like many babies, he tends to stare at what he doesn't like or know,
and use his senses to understand what it is and remember their first experience towards
the unknown object. Jacques, as young as he could be, very early as it was, learned his
feelings throughout a story that has gone around town. He was the talk of the town
as word spread about the times he was lost, before he was found.
At this time, Jacques was a child that had not been social. He had not glanced one way or
the other to see what else he could discover. He would simply one who sat to the side
and wondered. When would life finally be complete? When would the stars stop shining
so that we could finally figure things out on our own? What does this do? Why would anyone
bring their attention to that?
Why can't I find my hero?
When Jacques was a teen, he remained with the same big question he always had, until now.
Very slowly, you would notice that he started to get happier and happier, day by day, to where
he always had his charming smile. He grew to be a charmer. Not the best one, but one
that would truly cure some of your injuries inside and help you feel better. This is where the
calamity of his bliss goes away, and there you can tell - "what a warm-hearted gentlemen
you are."
A short preview to the first mention of Jacques's father it was. A time that describes when Jacques first got into his joker state. So many of the jokes, told from his father, to the man he had now become some sort of...friend {perhaps} with, had shown him a side of his father. This is how Jacques passed on a part of his father to himself. Like father, like son, is what it seemed. Jack now knew a part of one.
Though, when Jacques was a teen, he didn't move around much, just then his curiosity could be held no longer. So he had let go, and his fellow citizen friends had decided that he should e let go. That this young kia should be let go to make his own discoveries around the world, as he always wished.
So Jacques was then let go. From there, he make a few plans, earned a job, and decided, that he truly want to be a traveler. Jacques traveled to five places, and by far {as explained before} knows about five languages, including his own.
Jacques clearly showed how brave he was by doing things man y have not done before. He would walk on tight ropes, a favorite activity that he gained while traveling to France. Jacques would never fret, and continued his wild acts, until he finally went eve farther and ventures out to the west, out to the eat, and still, he had the South to venture. But as life goes on, Jacques still had the time. Never will he stop. Never will his curiosity die.
He will always have his love for nature, and his love for being a hero.
With moments where he tell truths and others where he lies, he'll always be himself no matter
what his circumstances are. As Jacques started to grow older, his personality started to slowly
develop to who he is now - a strong person inside, bright but clumsy on the outside, by action
and by word. It can bring both curiosity but can be upsetting if you just wonder - how exactly
does he live on through a word like this, when all he's really looking for is a hero of his own?
When Jacques was just a baby, he was very giggly, not too stubborn, and would always gaze
among the unknown. Like many babies, he tends to stare at what he doesn't like or know,
and use his senses to understand what it is and remember their first experience towards
the unknown object. Jacques, as young as he could be, very early as it was, learned his
feelings throughout a story that has gone around town. He was the talk of the town
as word spread about the times he was lost, before he was found.
At this time, Jacques was a child that had not been social. He had not glanced one way or
the other to see what else he could discover. He would simply one who sat to the side
and wondered. When would life finally be complete? When would the stars stop shining
so that we could finally figure things out on our own? What does this do? Why would anyone
bring their attention to that?
Why can't I find my hero?
When Jacques was a teen, he remained with the same big question he always had, until now.
Very slowly, you would notice that he started to get happier and happier, day by day, to where
he always had his charming smile. He grew to be a charmer. Not the best one, but one
that would truly cure some of your injuries inside and help you feel better. This is where the
calamity of his bliss goes away, and there you can tell - "what a warm-hearted gentlemen
you are."
Jacques smiled to himself as he stood near the end of the boat, watching as the waves hit
the edges of it, the sun's rays shining down, the water looking crystal clear from atop, as the
sound of splashing ricochets through the ears of only those who believe that the sea was always real.
"Jack, my young man..." a soft voice said behind the kiamara. Jacques glanced behind to see the
subject of the voice standing a few feet away. "I was wondering where you were," the man spoke
again, soft bright eyes gazing upon Jacques, who only glanced at his feet and responded," I was busy...
I apologize." The man smiled. "Not a problem Jack. Come here, why don't we sit down on the bench
over there?" He gestured towards it, looking as happy as ever.
This was the second time this man had come upon Jack, but he showed no danger, and would
always be welcomed by young Jack when he'd be visited. Jack took the short walk to the bench and
sat down, a good distance between the man who had arrived to him. The breeze ruffled the young
kia's fur as he looked up at the sky, then glanced back down at the man. "What is it...you wish to speak of?"
he asked softly, tilting his head slightly. The man looked down at his lap then looked over at Jack.
"Well, not sure how to explain it exactly. I guess I'd have to say I came to get to know you better.
No other better way to put it, I should say."
Jacques did not respond, but only smiled warmly and rubbed his arm slightly, thinking of what he
could say.
"Want to hear another joke?" the man asked. He had told Jack a variety of jokes the day before,
and Jacques greatly enjoyed them. "Y-Yes, sir, I would love to hear another."
"Very well then. Hm...let's see...oh, yes, I know a good one, not the best though. Ready?"
Jack nodded and smiled softly, listening carefully.
"Alrighty. Why don't oysters give to charity?" the man asked softly.
Jacques thought to himself quietly. He couldn't think of an answer, but
simply responded with a," Why?"
The man chuckled and said," Because they're shellfish!"
Jacques smiled and chuckled softly. Who knew where this man had gotten so many jokes from.
Did he come up with some on his own? Jacques was eager to know.
"If I'm allowed to ask; where do you get all your jokes from?" he asked, his ears twitching nervously.
A silence came between the two as the man sat there, thinking of a way to respond.
"A very fine man he was.." the man then said after the moment of silence.
Jack moved his hair out of his face as the wind pushed it onto his snout annoyingly.
"He was referred to in the name of Quinn Selvador Johnson."
Jack froze. Quinn. Johnson...Father.
Jack remained still, staring at his hand as he thought to himself. His father...
had know this man? His father, had told these jokes in the past? His father...
had lived on where he did now?
Jacques slowly drew his hand back down onto his lap, not a word, not a breath escaping
his lips. The man gave him a smile but a slight worried look before slowly standing.
"I must go. I hope you have a wonderful afternoon," was all he said, then...he was gone.
A short preview to the first mention of Jacques's father it was. A time that describes when Jacques first got into his joker state. So many of the jokes, told from his father, to the man he had now become some sort of...friend {perhaps} with, had shown him a side of his father. This is how Jacques passed on a part of his father to himself. Like father, like son, is what it seemed. Jack now knew a part of one.
Though, when Jacques was a teen, he didn't move around much, just then his curiosity could be held no longer. So he had let go, and his fellow citizen friends had decided that he should e let go. That this young kia should be let go to make his own discoveries around the world, as he always wished.
So Jacques was then let go. From there, he make a few plans, earned a job, and decided, that he truly want to be a traveler. Jacques traveled to five places, and by far {as explained before} knows about five languages, including his own.
Jacques clearly showed how brave he was by doing things man y have not done before. He would walk on tight ropes, a favorite activity that he gained while traveling to France. Jacques would never fret, and continued his wild acts, until he finally went eve farther and ventures out to the west, out to the eat, and still, he had the South to venture. But as life goes on, Jacques still had the time. Never will he stop. Never will his curiosity die.
He will always have his love for nature, and his love for being a hero.
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Quirks
Obsessions
Jacques has an obsession over pens and Rubik's Cubes. Wait what?!
Yes, that's right. Jacques absolutely loves pens, especially for his drawings.
But he's very interested all because the way the in happens to come out of
a plastic tube. As for Rubik's Cubes, their complexity, their strange way of
confusing you gets him more into trying to get each side to only having one
color, the true challenge.
Fears
1.) Jacques has the fear of needles or any really sharp points, especially
when it's medically related. This is why he's had problems going to his doctor
to get any shots that he has to throughout the years.
2.) Jacques is claustrophobic, meaning he has the fear of being in tight spaces.
3.) Jacques has the fear of cars, or any engine-run vehicle. This is actually a fear
I have wished to place for him for quite a while and have given it to only one of
my characters. He can stand a few feet near vehicles, but if he truly has to ride
one, gripping the seat would be the best thing for him to do, or anything unbreakable
that he's holding or can hold.
Sleep?
Jacques can never sleep face up. He always either sleeps on his side or face
down, always hugging his pillow. Yes, Jacques is a pillow-hugger and can't really
sleep without one.
Jacques as a special pillow he calls his "weeny" pillow or "sausage" pillow which came with him
in his special baby basket.
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Obsessions
Jacques has an obsession over pens and Rubik's Cubes. Wait what?!
Yes, that's right. Jacques absolutely loves pens, especially for his drawings.
But he's very interested all because the way the in happens to come out of
a plastic tube. As for Rubik's Cubes, their complexity, their strange way of
confusing you gets him more into trying to get each side to only having one
color, the true challenge.
Fears
1.) Jacques has the fear of needles or any really sharp points, especially
when it's medically related. This is why he's had problems going to his doctor
to get any shots that he has to throughout the years.
2.) Jacques is claustrophobic, meaning he has the fear of being in tight spaces.
3.) Jacques has the fear of cars, or any engine-run vehicle. This is actually a fear
I have wished to place for him for quite a while and have given it to only one of
my characters. He can stand a few feet near vehicles, but if he truly has to ride
one, gripping the seat would be the best thing for him to do, or anything unbreakable
that he's holding or can hold.
Sleep?
Jacques can never sleep face up. He always either sleeps on his side or face
down, always hugging his pillow. Yes, Jacques is a pillow-hugger and can't really
sleep without one.
Jacques as a special pillow he calls his "weeny" pillow or "sausage" pillow which came with him
in his special baby basket.
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"I have not seen as others saw..."
History
It was the year of 1994, the day of the Festivilid, the day that the ship would travel it's longest, the day Jacques would take his first boat ride. One he could never remember. But one he could also never forget. It was the day his parents thought, "My, my, this is well, a ride for Jack Johnson, when he's happy as well." Though Jack was very young, too young to remember the first time he'd ever eaten a banana, the first time he'd seen a horse, the first time he'd seen the kiamara world - he could still feel pain, he could still feel happiness, and calamity. The ship, rocking back and forth, brought no sick feeling to his small belly, but it did, in fact, bring the feeling of worry. The feeling that something wrong, was going to happen. That the ship would cause something damaging to him or anyone else. The worry that told him, Life is just wrong.'
Something wasn't feeling right - something was just...wrong!
Jacques's little nose twitched as his little eyes opened to a squint, gazing softly up at the figure that carried him warmly. His little toes uncurled, wiggling as he took a breath in, feeling a tickle in his nose, and out came a sneeze. Jacques's mother giggled and gently kissed his forehead with her wet tongue. "My little boy looks like he's waking up," he heard her say. Though he didn't understand this language yet, he could tell she was happy as he listened to her soft tone and looked up to see her sweet smile - a smile that reminded him of the time he first got to lick his father's wet nose on accident.It was nice though, to know his father was there as well.
Jacques's father was a happy man - strong, brave, always ready for any troubles that may happen. Though Jacques was rarely carried by him, his mother constantly carried his little body, keeping him warm and cozy. Daddy was the
special one too. Daddy would protect like all the other daddies. Daddy was the one who kissed me goodnight, the one who would tuck Jacques in with mommy. Without daddy's love, Jacques would have a part of his happiness complete.
The couple, with young Jacques, pulled into a room, smiling, looking as if nothing would go wrong. The trip, had lasted a few hours, but had barely gone half-way through the whole journey. The whole disaster was said to have started during nightfall. The ship started rocking as Jacques sat alone in his little woven basket his mother had make just for him. It was blue, as she had died the leather so, and had sploshes of orange. Though that's not what Jacques had mostly been bringing his attention towards. It was the fact that the ship, almighty and big, started to rock back and forth with great force. At this point, Jacques was only a baby, therefore, eyes wide in curiosity, stared at the ceiling as water dripped through, the floorboards creaking as he lay on his basket on the bunk bed, the ceiling looking as if it was fragile. Until the sound of crackling and booming was heard ad young Jacques scrunched up his little nose and cried.
It didn't take long before the water carried him in his basket.
He was slowly floating down the hall then the water rushed, rocking the basket around and around, twirling, making Jacques, not continue to cry, but instead, stopped and squealed. In joy and in fear. He didn't know which to feel. Something was wrong, as he had never gone through anything like this, but it felt right, since mommy would always spin him around and try to keep him happy. Jacques could barely hear the faded echoes, calling his name as the waves crashed against the walls inside of the ship. A huge gap was broken through the wall and Jacques's basket slipped right through...
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Jacques could see them fly above him. Their wings were bright white, black-tipped ends, their figures dark as the sun shone down on them from above, then down to him, warming his cold little face. Jacques sneezed again and looked around his basket before slowly looking back up at the birds again. He had been like this for hours.
And he was terribly hungry.
The thought of milk ended when his basket suddenly hit something. His little orange eyes slowly gazed up to see a large brown object in front of him. Then his basket slowly slipped onto soft, creamy particles, the sound of what sounded like sizzling, was beneath him. He could see the floating white things in the air giving out a weird sound, then started to fly away as Jacques then looked before him. There stood, another kiamara. The colors of fur were bright, and Jacques couldn't help but stick out his little bright orange tongue and give out a toothy smile. The sun made it hard to see who it was, but whoever it really was - they had also seemed to care of him.
Two hands grabbed him gently from the basket and picked him up, bright eyes gazing down at his. Jacques made two little chubby grabby hands at the kia and when he noticed he couldn't reach for the face, he clapped his hands instead, his tail curling up between his legs. The kia that held him, then carried him away from the little basket, which was dragged out and away from the water, before he had been take away, and Jacques, being the little baby he was, snuggled up to the kia, hugged the kia's arm...and fell asleep...
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" I remember when I saw my first sunrise. That's how I felt - bright, but slow - when I realized that my parents would have been proud of me, surviving the incident, growing up to be their big boy. Sometimes it's hard to believe my parents are dead. It upsets me...to think that they'll never be there every morning and night to tell me they love me.
That no one would ever fall in love with me, that I'd be lonely forever. Like I'd never meet someone to feel like the sun was something they made for me in their tool-shed.
So instead, I laid my head down, and I drifted into sleep..."
"But I.......I didn't sleep for too long..."
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I could feel it poking my nose...I didn't know...what it was exactly.
But I knew someone or something was there, and I slowly opened my eyes to the sound of a voice...
"Yes, at this point, I screamed.
But after calming down and giving him a smoothie, he looked pretty happy.
I mean, look!
"So, yeah, I guess he was a good guy. I mean, the way
he smiled at me told me he was enjoying the smoothie.
So, I decided to try and as some things..."
"So...what's your name?"
He didn't at first, but took a nice, long sip from his drink. I could clearly tell he was very much liking it. Or maybe it was me, simply thinking I was the best smoothie maker ever or something. I studied him.
Orange, lots of orange, very nice tone.
Brownish-orange eyes.
Very...energetic...and happy.
Everything seems simple now.
But everything he told me was amazing.
He lived with his mother, yes, but when he told me he wanted to become a pilot, I was interested.
Then I felt like I let him down myself when he said he was afraid of heights. Poor guy. But
I kept my hopes up to learn more about him. He had his pilot goggles and all. Airplanes were a good interest to start with. But I was feeling like I needed to help him. Help him overcome his fear to make a dream come true.
I know, I know, this might not sound interesting. But even if you don't find it interesting, I do. This is why I'm telling you the story of my true first friend.
Because he was like an inspiration to me. But how? Well, think of it. Just because you have a dream, doesn't mean you'll accomplish it right away.
And so I took a seat (on the bar table) and stretched, the sat silently as I talked to him, giving him a great, interested smile.
"See that up there? That's me. I'm pretty much...perfection. But I'm actually really weird and talkative sometimes if you get to my good side. This is exactly what this guy did to me.
I learned that his name was "Finch," and that he was named after his wing-like markings. I saw no reason to lie about who I was named after, which was of course, my father. Little did I realize it could lead to so many questions from him. Social guy he was. He asked who my father was. I simply said his name and the young kiamara went on. I liked that a lot. A friend who wouldn't question you about almost everything. I would've found that annoying. VERY annoying."
The only things I told him were where my parents came from. But not the fact that was a baby found in a basket floating from the water to this small town. I also told him that fact that own two rats named Dr. Pepper and Snickers, named after one of my favorite drinks and snacks. (By the way, Dr. Pepper is a dark brown and white hooded rat and Snickers is a light-brown and white hooded rat. They're really cool. They're always into eating cheese balls. I buy some for them as a treat, heh. I'm a pretty good guy...right?)
Anyways, I'm here, sitting with this dude, and we have this really long conversation. But that's when he has to leave. And when he does, I started to feel lonely again.
This doesn't simply end here.
There's more to tell about me.
There's more to express and life's here to help me do so.
He didn't at first, but took a nice, long sip from his drink. I could clearly tell he was very much liking it. Or maybe it was me, simply thinking I was the best smoothie maker ever or something. I studied him.
Orange, lots of orange, very nice tone.
Brownish-orange eyes.
Very...energetic...and happy.
Everything seems simple now.
But everything he told me was amazing.
He lived with his mother, yes, but when he told me he wanted to become a pilot, I was interested.
Then I felt like I let him down myself when he said he was afraid of heights. Poor guy. But
I kept my hopes up to learn more about him. He had his pilot goggles and all. Airplanes were a good interest to start with. But I was feeling like I needed to help him. Help him overcome his fear to make a dream come true.
I know, I know, this might not sound interesting. But even if you don't find it interesting, I do. This is why I'm telling you the story of my true first friend.
Because he was like an inspiration to me. But how? Well, think of it. Just because you have a dream, doesn't mean you'll accomplish it right away.
And so I took a seat (on the bar table) and stretched, the sat silently as I talked to him, giving him a great, interested smile.
"See that up there? That's me. I'm pretty much...perfection. But I'm actually really weird and talkative sometimes if you get to my good side. This is exactly what this guy did to me.
I learned that his name was "Finch," and that he was named after his wing-like markings. I saw no reason to lie about who I was named after, which was of course, my father. Little did I realize it could lead to so many questions from him. Social guy he was. He asked who my father was. I simply said his name and the young kiamara went on. I liked that a lot. A friend who wouldn't question you about almost everything. I would've found that annoying. VERY annoying."
The only things I told him were where my parents came from. But not the fact that was a baby found in a basket floating from the water to this small town. I also told him that fact that own two rats named Dr. Pepper and Snickers, named after one of my favorite drinks and snacks. (By the way, Dr. Pepper is a dark brown and white hooded rat and Snickers is a light-brown and white hooded rat. They're really cool. They're always into eating cheese balls. I buy some for them as a treat, heh. I'm a pretty good guy...right?)
Anyways, I'm here, sitting with this dude, and we have this really long conversation. But that's when he has to leave. And when he does, I started to feel lonely again.
This doesn't simply end here.
There's more to tell about me.
There's more to express and life's here to help me do so.
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A Little more about Jacques
Close Friend:
Finch
Theme Songs when with Finch:
Best Day of My Life
Live While We're Young
Best Activity Together:
Calligraphy and Photography
What We Have In Common:
Penguins!
Planes
Socialization
Smoothies
Both can be Weird in a Certain Way When Together
Jack's Voice:
Talk of the Town
Close Friend:
Finch
Theme Songs when with Finch:
Best Day of My Life
Live While We're Young
Best Activity Together:
Calligraphy and Photography
What We Have In Common:
Penguins!
Planes
Socialization
Smoothies
Both can be Weird in a Certain Way When Together
Jack's Voice:
Talk of the Town
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Art:
By Others
See Me? - by Vegetable Mihawk
Seen on form:
Jacques Header - by me
Proud As I Go - by me
Madness. - by me
My Own Side - by me
Jacques Sleeping. - by me
Art Not Seen On Form
You took my sammich, didn't you? - by me
A Time With Finch - by me
"Hey, that's my signature!" - by me
Floating In Paint - by me
"Mmhm?" - by me
"Wow! They're so cool!" - by me
Sittin' Like A Sailor - by me
By Others
See Me? - by Vegetable Mihawk
Seen on form:
Jacques Header - by me
Proud As I Go - by me
Madness. - by me
My Own Side - by me
Jacques Sleeping. - by me
Art Not Seen On Form
You took my sammich, didn't you? - by me
A Time With Finch - by me
"Hey, that's my signature!" - by me
Floating In Paint - by me
"Mmhm?" - by me
"Wow! They're so cool!" - by me
Sittin' Like A Sailor - by me
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A Word From The Stalker
I apologize if my form was not that pretty looking. There are some other forms out there that are beautifully organized. Mine, was apparently not, but I'm hoping my work pays off. If not, it would be upsetting, but hey, I tried my best! No need to throw myself in the dump!
It's all up to you of course. I know some of the bad art is in the form and the good art was linked instead of being used in the form since you're judging based on the form. By that, either how much you like the looks and all, and/or the quality of it all, the writing, art, etc.
I want to thank you for reading my form. I greatly appreciate it, 'cause if I do happen to win, it's all thanks to you that I get to own my first kiamara and also get to have a new character to spoil, cherish, love forever <3
If not, well...you still made your decision and I'm sure it will be a good one.
If I do get Jacques, I still have so many childhood stories I want to share. It's all in my head!
But you know those moments where you're ready to type every word down and you have no idea what to type?
That's exactly what happened to me. It was hard enough typing down the history, and I tried at least, along with the personality. So many words to describe him, my head was spinning and it's so difficult to type it down.
I am to thank you once more for helping me enjoy this kiamara for so long.
Winning him would be an honor, but it's your decision and I wish you luck for your judging!
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I apologize if my form was not that pretty looking. There are some other forms out there that are beautifully organized. Mine, was apparently not, but I'm hoping my work pays off. If not, it would be upsetting, but hey, I tried my best! No need to throw myself in the dump!
It's all up to you of course. I know some of the bad art is in the form and the good art was linked instead of being used in the form since you're judging based on the form. By that, either how much you like the looks and all, and/or the quality of it all, the writing, art, etc.
I want to thank you for reading my form. I greatly appreciate it, 'cause if I do happen to win, it's all thanks to you that I get to own my first kiamara and also get to have a new character to spoil, cherish, love forever <3
If not, well...you still made your decision and I'm sure it will be a good one.
If I do get Jacques, I still have so many childhood stories I want to share. It's all in my head!
But you know those moments where you're ready to type every word down and you have no idea what to type?
That's exactly what happened to me. It was hard enough typing down the history, and I tried at least, along with the personality. So many words to describe him, my head was spinning and it's so difficult to type it down.
I am to thank you once more for helping me enjoy this kiamara for so long.
Winning him would be an honor, but it's your decision and I wish you luck for your judging!
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