[Tacita]

China. <333
Reserved. c:

[abel.]

Reserve with the name Iroh *-*

[~Ghosttiee~]

Iiiiiie ;; <3 gorgeous mako reserving <3

[FoxerOwl]

Reserved with the name Soturi (means warrior in Finnish)

I am a warrior.

I fight like one.

I hate being one.

ЅΘƬƱΓI

name ;; Soturi Ace Xing
pronunciation ;; suh-tour-ee and,
as his family pronounces it, King
nicknames ;; King ; Suri
meaning ;; "warrior" in Finnish
gender ;; male
age ;; twenty-two years old
rank ;; warrior

Learn your MANNERS.

Being a warrior isn't PRETTY.

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[Offended Cockatiel]

vuv Such a beauty.

[CeruleanRush]

WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO PEOPLE LIKE ME WHO CAN'T ADOPT ANYMORE SOBS

I'll just

hide in the corner

maybe help someone?? idk

[peppermintleo]

RESERVING WAYYY TOO HARD RIGHT NOW

[Solanum]

FFFF reserving <3

Nope, can't do it XD
Going to help Clu instead.

[wyrdwurm]

>.> Reserved

[clu]

Name: Grimr - Pronounced Grim Neer
Age: 23 human years
Gender: Male
Origin: Norwegian/Chinese
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Personality: Grimr is a strong yet quite mako Sorta like the type who sits in the back and stares out into the sky day dreaming all day. He works hard for what he wants, and never takes anything for granted, particularly when it comes to his people and his friends he always puts them ahead of himself. Raised as a gentleman by his mother, as any young male should be, Grimr is a noble young Mako who looks out for his friends and admires his heroes and his father. Grimr loves to play, sing songs and give hope to his fellow Makos, and show off his artistic skills in the snow and ash that falls each day on the grounds of the ancient rocks and shines of his village producing more art for future generations to see.He loves to sing Lullbys and folk tale songs,He sings them to give hope and make his people happy and himself happy and glad to be with his people.He is a caring, loving Mako who never gives up on his hopes and dreams, and strives for his goals to make his people happy and to bring peace to his land and world along with live a healthy life with his mother and family he has left. However, he does have a dark side. He tries to hide it when it comes out, but when it does he can often not control himself fully, and advises his loved ones to remain calm, and stay out of harms way.It harms himself in a sense it takes over his life and consumes him sometimes when he's left alone to think. He tries to ignore it and forget it and move on but its something that weighs him down and pins him in place to prevent him from opening up to people and even his own family.He has already lost two his brother and his cousin, and he can not cope with losing any one else. He can't stand the images in his head that haunt him every day.. of the murder and sorrow he has caused that is why he strives for a better life for his family and himself.
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Story:I would live my life walking in the footsteps of a stranger, this is what I was always told growing up with my mother. sit here in the blowing snow of the mountains valley, a shiver running down my spine as the subzero temperatures collaborate with the wind to ruffle through the fur at my neck. It is times like this when I can not help but think of how my mother's soft, white fur would push against me on these stormy days. I really miss those simpler times.I can't stand here... I have to keep moving. I follow the path of a stranger, wandering and searching for the sons of Fenrir letting the wind whistle through the wind and through my fur, I kept looking and listening to find the path the right direction of which the sons walked. They will guide me through the darkness of the bleak wilderness that I live in, and this blasted snow storm which inhibits the continuation of my fate.My mother told me a story about the sons of Fenrir long ago... How their spirits were guided by the gods of the north.It is such a beautiful tale…The brothers walked side by side through the rain and snow, through the blood and the broken,to lead each other up the path to stop this madness. Once they arrived they fought hard and almost risked it all but they had won.The war was over, but the battle had not yet been lost. There were still tasks that needed to be done before the wasteland could be cured of its madness and freed of its sorrow. They marched onward to the high mountains, reaching the top of Thor's mountain close to midnight, lightning struck a small cyprus tree twelve times every time that clock hit 0:00.After a long, exhausting journey they reached their destination, only to be betrayed by their father who was waiting there for them. He cursed them, locking their souls away within that small tree, binding them there until someone came along to free them. Only there could I meet the brothers..I had to get to them before our land was lost to the curse of this madness.That tree is our only hope... The legendary "tree of life".That tree alone could wipe out the land of the shadows; all the pillaging, and the death. That tree, which was blessed by the "all father" The king of Asgard and the father of Thor, grandfather to Fenrir the Wolf that cursed the sons.I had to save them. I had to free them.For my mother had told me that it was my right to walk in the footsteps of these strangers I will never know, and follow the trail that the brothers had created all those years ago. Their trail will lead me. Their howls will be heard over the blistering wind; the cries of those broken souls trapped, seemingly, for all eternity, waiting for their bindings to be destroyed.I have to keep going, and I will not stop until I have succeeded where others have failed, and set free those tortured souls so they may guide again as they were intended.

Through the snow and the rain I can see that tree, that beautiful tree that even though has been struck so many years still has the beautiful bristles of its branches. My clothes are soaked and my hair is dripping, I need to seek shelter luckily enough their is a cave ahead. Finally ducked in out of the snow and rain, feels nice to not be blasted in the face , I sat here but I can't stay long gotta keep moving. My eyes hurt and my fingers sting.. I need warmth.. hm.. Fire would do but can't have it on long… the darkness will spot me . Feels nice though .. the flame , warm bright and soft almost it really warms my soul to feel its embrace finally.. after so many days in the cold. My jacket is shot.. well that's a given I guess stupid snow…

The flames of the fire danced and danced, Reminded me of the eyes of my father, his firry eyes always seemed to warm me and my soul. Thats why I took after him in battle, He was strong and nobel much like the Sons. He would march long side friends and protect those he cared of .. like I do. I really miss him.. and Mother to..
Well no use staying dormant gotta keep moving , after a quick bite Back on the trail back in that blasted cold wind… Back into the darkness I go.
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Likes
. The Sun
. Art
. Acting
. Singing
. Story telling
. Reading
. Cherry puffs
. Napping
. Roses
. A good Joke
. Warm fluffy Blankets
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Dislikes
. Snow
. Cold weather
. His dark side
. Pineapples
. Rude people
. Distruction
. Death
. Hurting those he cares about

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Art
Credits
-Banner By me
Headshot by me
Human concept and art - Shekeshake on DA <3
Bouncy pixel - BlueKibby~
Sketchy Fullbody - Talon <3
two shaded full bodies+This- By Cerestes
Bottom Chibi art by imagonnasneeze on DA
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HUGE WIP