[altiora]

Username:
Ex-Dee
Name:
Óska - Nicknamed Ozzie
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Curious/Brave/Bit of a joker/Tends to be more quiet then chatty/Slightly self-sacrificing/Likes hearing Riojies laugh/Can be quite defensive on subjects he feels fiercely about/Doesn't mind begging for things he wants/Loves seeing his Grandma/Submits into peer-pressure, as long as they don't do anything dangerous/Tends not to lie/Is very loyal/Always keeps secrets/He usually keeps promises, but depends on who by and how serious it is.
Backstory/History:
Óska was only a few months old when he saw the human outer-clothing first. He couldn't remember it, but his parents recounted it for him when he asked them as a child, curled up snug inside it.

'Well, Ozzie," mother explained, "it was a summer evening, and the sun was setting. The green leaves were tinted orange, and the pale bark yellow. But the thing that seams to shout out to mind was that the grass was red, sinking up the crimson rays of the sun." Here father laughed softly, nudging his mate.
"Drama queen." he stated, then continued where Óska's mother left off. "Another prominent thing-" He paused; his pup was young, "another important thing was that there was a hunter coming, and the wind didn't alert us, the wind brushed the sound away. Our coats where dark, so hiding in the trees would be fine with us, we had thought, but we forgot about your colouring, which you inherited, or got, from your grandma. We placed you down, but when we realized, we panicked, for we had looked around to hide you but couldn't see you! A problem which we never had before!" His father lay down, and so did his mother, who continued on from his father.
"You had hid in some forgotten clothing, a human had left behind that day." she said softly, eyelids drooping. "The hunter - we didn't see much of it, we only knew it was dangerous - passed beneath us. And we hid in that tree, with you hiding beneath this pile of fabric! You always were curious." She closed her eyes, then placed her head upon her mates back, who carried on.
"The funny thing is, the next day we moved to higher grounds, as we wished not to encounter that creature again," he whispered, "And we left it. You cried all night, every night. But the next week, we saw it again.

"A boy, with his friends - two girls and one other boy - came up for stargazing, for the flying stars that lit up that night like fireflies. He took off the very same jacket you hid under, and watched them far past the time when the moon hits the center of the sky. He left it behind, after they all made a wish. We all fell asleep in a tree which we had enhanced for our comfort and safety, making sure you couldn't get out; as like your mother said, you were a wondering, curious child." Óska's mother, who both males had thought was asleep by now, went on;

"The sun was was rising up, darkness being beat back by a sky so light, it seemed almost white. A nearby pond glittered blue and poppies, which covered the hill, waved red. And somehow, you where there, sleeping soundly for the first time in a week, completely covered by that jacket."
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-Hopefully, if my tablet somehow works again, I'm gonna draw the last scene I've written. ^^ -

[Sapphy.]

The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.
- Frank Herbert

Username: Sapphy.

Name: Babel

Gender: Biologically Female; Genderfluid

Personality:
Bold, Selfless, and Reckless; Babel is the type of thoughtless Rioji you would find stuck in a tree, or getting lost in the middle of nowhere. However, her odd and seemingly tactless nature is never without a reason, since it's often with good-hearted intentions that she gets herself wound up in crazy situations. For example, she'll be rescuing cats from a certain terrible drop only to find herself not able to get down- or worse. More often than not, it's the latter. It's never too bad though, she's never had anything more severe than a broken bone. She finds it to be a pleasure to help, and a heartbeat missed for a good reason.
She's quite tall for a Rioji, and has longer, messier and more ruffled hair. Her voice is also closer to the deep end. Despite her bright colors, these little things added onto her unpredictable self makes most strangers more than a bit edgy, which ended up having her mistaken as an up-to-no-good delinquent more than once before. Her boyish figure and voice have also had her occasionally confused for the opposite biological gender; not that she minds. She doesn't care much for pronouns, so being referred to as 'he' or 'him' despite technically being female doesn't faze her.
Although being easily distracted, Babel is a fantastic detective and a sucker for mystery. She's an out-loud ponderer, but isn't the loudest individual either. In fact, she's rather quiet; she's a doer more than a sayer. She has no fixed goal for now, and labels herself to be an all-out wanderer. She seeks to experience all the mysteries of this world more than figure them out.

History:
Babel doesn't remember her mother. She remembers warm human hands and the constant tune of a violin. Babel was sheltered for much of her young life; born and bred into a sophisticated world much more different than that of her wild cousins’. She was sold to a lovely couple of exotic-animal collectors. There home was, quite literally, a jungle. Although the lavish human living quarters were separated from the rest of the house, most of it was a tropical paradise. The more dangerous specimen were caged, but reasonably so, and lived in comfort.
The couple, however, had not bought Babel with the purpose of caging her up for display, oh no. She- the fragile young pup she was at the time- was given to their sickly child, Jane Jones. Jane was a beautiful little girl with golden locks, blue eyes, and a perfect doll-like face. She was sweet tempered and patient- something sorely needed when you spent most of your days in bed due to illness. Her parent’s had given the pup Rioji to the little girl in hopes that it would serve as a loyal companion and moral supporter, since her parents themselves were rarely home. “So what will you call him, sweety?” they asked eagerly.
“Mom, I think it’s a girl.” she replied, having still been unsure about the small animal on her lap.
“Oh. Well, what will you name her?”
The doll-like girl had looked at the pup, not thinking too long or hard about it. Not because she didn’t care, but because she had a perfect name.
“Babel. Their name is Babel.”
The years that followed were the best of the odd little duo’s lives. Despite being sick in bed for much of the time, Jane compensated for it by avidly reading and daydreaming. Babel would read with her, sharing similar tastes in books and familiar train of thought. Although, their absolute favorite was the Sherlock Holmes series, their tastes carried out far and wide. It wasn’t too hard to grasp a basic concept of the humans’ english language; after all, she was Jane’s full-time companion and friend and attend all of her private lessons. Jane also spent a lot of time in her parents’ jungle garden. She had a great love for herbology, biology, and botany. When Jane’s health permitted it, the pair would usually have picnics around noon in the garden. Babel had made friends with many of the animals there after a while, whom claimed for the most part to be living comfortable lives there- Jim the Tiger being the exception, but no-one liked him so he was mostly ignored.

However, all happinesses are finite; bound to end.

They all knew that Jane was sickly. Head-aches, colds, stomache-virus, flu… She was rarely ever in top condition. However, on the thirteenth year of her life, after six years with Babel, she was diagnosed with terminal cancer. She hadn’t long to live and the condition was too serious for her to move out of bed. Her parents loved her, but they had work to get done. Once again, Babel was entrusted to keep watch over Jane. Before leaving, her parents gave the little girl a beautiful jacket- blue with a high collar. She loved it immediately and wore it always. “It makes me feel like Sherlock Holmes.” she'd say softly with a laugh, only to start coughing again. The cancer affected her lungs and the medicine they gave her would only hold it back for a little while. It was only really buying her some more time. She died at the age fourteen in her sleep.
Her parents, however uninvolved they were in her life, were consumed by grief. They mourned long and hard, but their sadness was a shallow pool in comparison to Babel’s rageful sea. For a long time, she was angry at the world. Bitter at the jacket that Jane had left her, despite the fact that she wore it every single day. Baffled by her last words- whispered as she faded into sleep the night before she died, “Onwards, Watson.”
Soon after their daughter’s death, Jane’s parents abandoned Babel at the edges of the countryside. Babel guessed that they couldn’t, wouldn’t handle being reminded of their dead daughter, and what was a bigger reminder than that of Jane’s constant companion? Babel didn’t whine or beg to stay with them. She didn’t follow after the car that had left her. She simply watched them go and then walked in the opposite direction, shivering in her blue coat.
Later on, Babel found her way to the streets of London, England. Having been searching for shelter, she managed her way into a seemingly abandoned flat only to find it not abandoned at all! Rather, another Rioji lived there. It made sense, since although the place was bare, there was absolutely no dust- which had struck Babel as odd upon entrance. Next door, there lived a group of young adults trying to make their way in the world, Sol, the Rioji, had said. One of their parent’s was the landowner and no one wanted the flat, so they let her live there. Sol told her she was welcomed to stay; that it was a lovely place, despite the odd little happenings every now and then.

So Babel did, because where else would she call home?

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Theme Song: x

Other:

When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth
- Sherlock Holmes

[ I would like to confirm that all the artworks present in this form are made by me, despite the contrasts in the art from my oekaki and what is displayed above. I would like to note that the oekaki is not a kind mistress, and seems to feel no obligation to help me complete art pieces- and this was also true two years ago. For the art pieces of Babel I used FireAlpaca and the photobucket to link them as images. This has been a P.S.A. Thank you for your time. vuv ]

[H0ND4]

Oh god, you guys are gonna make it hard to choose out of all these good forms. ;v;

I can't want to see what y'all come up with next. <3

[J-Hope]

Althalos
Sam
♂

Sam REALLY REALLY likes food, and he eats almost everytime you see him. He LOVES sunglasses, and has a very energetic personality, and is very, very humorous. He is very clumsy and not the brightest. Oh and did I forget? He likes food. LOTS OF IT.

Sam absolutely loves correcting others, and that's what happened today. Sam was eating, until Daniel came up and whipped his food aside with his tail, snickering with his stuck up
friends. Sam turned, annoyed, "What do you want?"
"You're lunch money," Daniel retorted. Sam pointed to his sandwich on the ground ," There you go, enjoy!"
Daniel growled," You're asking to get pounded, buddy." But Sam just shook his head, " How 'bout this?" He said in his western accent,"
We'll have a bet, whoever can prove each other that they love the thing they hate most, whoever wins." Daniel tossed his head back and laughed," Sure. I ain't hate no nothing. So how's this game go, eh?"
"We each tell each other what they hate, and by tomorrow, we will prove each other our love for it."
Daniel smirked,"I'll list first. Accessories and indigo." Sam growled under his breath, he absolutely hated wearing clothes, they make your fur all flat and uncomfortable. But sam smiled anyways, "Fine. You now: Pink and flowers." Daniel's eyes narrowed, but he nodded anyways, "fine."
That night, Sam was stuck of what to prove of his hatred, he tried, and he tried. But he couldn't think of anything. He had tried every
thing, but every one of his cloths had no indigo in it. He closed his eyes, then opened them, a perfect idea came into mind.
The next day, Daniel came in with a single flower on his head, he was going to win this. Sam had not arrived yet, and Daniel was getting impatient.
"Stupid little Sam must've known I was going to win, so he decided to be a pimp and not show up," He growled.
"He's just a wimp." His friend comforted him.
Suddenly, a shadow crossed them, and they all raised their heads.
Sam had came in with a pair of sunglasses and a stunning blue jacket. He turned around, and on the back it was labelled :" #SAM"
"Wher- Where'd you get that coat?" Daniel, too, was stunned. Sam shrugged," I made it." Daniel shook his head," NO- NO- I WANT A REMATCH!" He growled. Sam frowned,"Say's who?"
"SAYS ME!" Daniel barked and snatched Sam's money out of his hand. "I DESERVE IT!" Daniel shook his flower off and knocked Sam to the ground, "That's for making me wear that stupid flower!" Daniel growled, and walked away with his friends, but they all shook their heads.
"Dude, that was totally uncool." Said one of Daniel's friends,"Now I see who's the jerk and cheater." And soon, Daniel had no friends, and Sam, somehow had became popular, all because of that handmade coat.
And he never took it off.

[CLICK] [+ art below]
Did I forget to say that he likes food?

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[H0ND4]

10 days left y'all! Please try to finish up your forms soon, because I'll be going into judging mode on February 3rd.

However, if more time is needed, just let me know. uvu

[Sapphy.]

The Sol I talk about in my history is Soliel; my Rioji. I have quite an interesting story set up for them, which is what is vaguely introduced at the end of my history. I also hope you don't mind the fact that I wrote quite a bit for it- I thought her story needed an thorough explanation [although I would've made it more length, but it was long as it was, and walls of texts are not very appealing on a form]. ^^"

[Simonpet]

Username: Simonpet
Name: Blue Collar
Gender: Male
Personality: Blue is very calm and reserved, thinking before acting. He is very protective and always wishes to be a hero like one from a fairy tale. When exited, Blue tends to put on a calm exterior while feeling very excited inside.
Backstory/History: Blue was not the child his parents expected. Blue was mostly ignored by his family for that reason, so Blue brought himself up. He made the shirt himself when he was one, giving him the name of Blue Collar.
Artwork: N/A
Other: So cute!

[H0ND4]

6 more days guys~ Please try to finish up your forms. uvu

[Sapphy.]

I added some art of Babel and Sol as humans in my form- saying this cause its sorta easy to miss, so yeah. vuv

[higgs monaghan]

Username:
Angel of the Lord
Name:
Marky
Gender:
Bigender (xe/xer/xem pronouns)
Personality:
Very flamboyant and outgoing; xe loves to show off and be as flashy as possible.
Backstory/History:
Xe was born into a large family - two brothers, two sisters, and xer parents. Xe was taught to love who xe is, embrace xer gender and xer way of expression! Fashion is xer biggest passion; xe has collections upon collections of outfits.
Artwork: