[finoodle]

Reserve big time

[kittywolfwarrior]

-dies- res

[BlackWren]

If I have enough time I'd love to try out :)
Looks like there's better owners out there for this one than me haha.
Good luck everyone!

[aeth]

Zoroarks.
My favorite ;-;

[SukarettoYanagi]

I was saving my extra slot for something else, but... hhhhh...! I have a lot of thinking to do.

[Qualeo]

Adde a ref for without hair and shading. C:

[Novi]

oh lawks, a definite reserve.
notes for my form and my form alone;
name is Karma
of European origin
has a rivalry with Irezumi
Tony thinks of her as his right hand man
must be pretty and neat
due date; April 16th

[bullie]

-

[dogish]

res

[koegami]

( i'm agami chan. most know me as Agent Zero, AZ, Agami, Zero or Agent. call me what you wish. )

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why i want zsambix

The minute I saw him I immediately melted. Like one does when
they see a puppy sitting in the rain, shivering and shaking. With
those huge puppy eyes as everyone who doesn't care walks on by.
But no. You stop and feel compassion for the little guy. A
connection. Well that's what I feel here. Honest. Although it
may not be a case-scenario with a puppy. But I'm feeling the
puppy love here y'all. He is amazing and I think he'll play a good
role in my character development. I have too many characters
to keep track of, but there are those special characters you tend
to more than others. And this sima is one of them. Lycan is
another as well. I love then both deeply, as to my other simas
as well. They keep my ideas and inspiration flowing. So if I am
able to win this darling, then thank you. If not, then so be it,
and I hope the winner takes real good care of him. i'll see to it.

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what i am to do with him
well the minuet i see it i'll be extremely happy. and excited. like any
other person who wins a contest. i would congratulate the others
who took their time to enter and finish their forms -since i have
school, i would go to school then come home and be all excited -
i'd start by finishing up stories and art if i have it in the works,
then followed by elaborating on his situation with Destro and
pondering on weather to make them a pair or not. after all that
happy-giddy stuff, id make him his own page, and add things to him
that i never got to place in my form before it ended. i'd have in be in
league with Lycan [possibly Damion if i win him]. after that i'd probably
sleep happy. i would run around and get art of him, love him like there
was no other except him - and my other simas of course - and probably
never give him up unless for certain circumstances that i couldn't keep
him i'd give him to a friend of mine who would take real good care of
him. not put him up for re-adoption. anyways, thanks for this chance.

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la nuit se passe pour toujours, laissant la mort et le sang dans son sillage.
( the night goes on forever, leaving death and blood in his wake )

✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖ ✖
❝i am a guardian. A guardian with the ability to shed blood in cold blood.
Some all me murderous, some call me insane. Most call me a vile beast
with no 'sima' left In his body to save his life. To me, I'm just who I am.
Zsambix. I man to be feared. And I am. I revel in the fear people show
When I am around. And to me, that's all apart of living. You ain't living
If your living in hope. I live in the shadows. In fear. In hearts. In souls.❞
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Zambix notebook entry -- he is the age of 5 years old

( the pages are ripped, worn and the writing was faded away,
it took years to even decipher what this sima had written. the
handwriting or penmanship was much to be desired back then
and there were some spelling errors as well )

i don't know what i am doing here. i really don't...... i feel all funny
and stuff. i don't understand. my family left me today. i feel lost. i
don't know what's going to happen to me. at least i have you to be
there with me all the way. your the best. your my only hope left. i
don't know what id do with out you. i'm scared. i keep hearing all
these voices in my head. their telling me all these weird things. i
just don't get it. they say i'm 'destined to protect' and yet i don't
know who to protect? maybe you know. may you don't. please, if
your out there, can you help me through this? i don't understand.

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sima fullname • Zsambix Royalle Creed
sima nicknames • Sammy, Royalle, Mr. Creed, Creed,
and occasionally "guardian" or "angel"
sima hidden name • Carnage
sima age • Zsambix is 4 years going on 5, as a human
20 years of age
sima gender • Zsambix is male
sima sexuality • Zsambix is actually, bisexual, but
likes either gender. has no preference.
sima birthday • his birthday is August first [1st] 1994
sima birthplace • his birthplace was waay out in
scotland, leaving him with that scottish brogue.
sima accent • a scottish accent. one that is very thick.
sima languages spoken • he speaks french, scottish, english
with an accent, german -because of being in the labs- and
he can speak a little bit of spanish, but not enough to say so.
sima birth/genstone • ruby
sima zodiac sign • leo x xx
sima Chinese zodiac year • zodiac year is the dog x

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Zsambix's name originated from Sambix. only to have a "z" placed in front of the name. the 'z' in his name is silent and is never pronounced. so you are still saying Sambix, only the spelling is with a "Z". his middle name is just Royalle, only it, as in the "alle" is pronounced as [ah-lle] and not the typical Royal. his last name is Creed, for the oath he took, when he first became a guardian. Destro has a knack for calling him Sammy, guardian, Mr. Creed, And Angle. just to bug him. Zsambix, because of Destro being his "client" and all, doesn't mind it. but when others call him that, it's basically sending them into their own death-wish. he can be called Creed though.

he doesn't mind it. but using his original name would be a wise decision. his hidden name is carnage. after all that gore and such that he leaves behind. from what the villagers that survived when he attacked have described. he, as a human is about 20 years of age and as a sima, 4-5 years old. older than destro. he is male, and answers to male pronouns only. unfortunately, most would call him a female, and he gets angry about that. he is from a Scottish heritage and speaks Scottish. he is fluent in a few languages and is a little in another. he is bisexual [although this is subject to change]. his birthday is August 1st 1994, a day before Destro's.

only destro is younger than him. his gemstone is a ruby, for it's red color. and his zodiac sign is Leo, while his Chinese zodiac year is the dog.

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as a child terms
• ruling
• dominate
• sensitive
• vigilant
• sly

as a teen terms
• moody
• repulsive
• controlling
• sharp-tongued

as he is now - an adult - terms
• alpha-like
• perceptive
• protective
• cruel
• critical
• distrusting
• pragmatist
• extremely narrow-minded
• insecure
• loyal -on the outside-
• paranoid

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as a child zsambix was a ruling little brat. he was. he wanted everything in sight. and even then he didn't get it. he was always the dominate one in the household. even for being the only child. maybe if he had brothers and sisters to keep him inline he would have behaved better. even then, he always had a weakness. loud noises. he would freak-out when there were loud noises in the house. usually leaving him screaming, crying, or completely shutting down and cutting everyone off. although with his problems, he had a sharp eye for things. finding small things rather than looking at the larger things in life. he could find a fly crawling on the floor, before the spider crawling after it. he was a cunning and sly little man. always making sure that he would be as quiet as possible. as he grew up and matured a little, he became very moody.

snapping at others and becoming repulsive and unpleasant. he started to become controlling of the people and things around him. acting like the overly-dominate man of the house. this was already developing a few weeks before his family up and left him at the age of 5. he started to become critical and sarcastic, mouthing off to people and making them mad. and i didn't say he was sympathetic in doing so. and now, after all those years. he has become nothing but a cold and hard person. more like sima. he has become more of an alpha type sima. controlling of everything. he became paranoid and such he, on the outside seems like a loyal sima. but on the inside, he is an insecure, controlling, paranoid sima. Destro thinks something happened to him in the past, which made him this way.

and no matter how hard he tries, he just can't seem to get Zsambix to break. he is extremely narrow-minded. he isn't receptive to new ideas and is mainly biased about most things. he is known to be cruel and a pragmatist, and is known for himself to be distrusting of others and himself. he is equally perceptive and has a bad time understanding half of what Destro is trying to tell him. he makes his who persona very complex and confusing. giving him a good cover for who he really is. a mad man.

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as a child, zsambix had a small family, and no friends. he was always alone in the world. even before he was ever born into this world. his father died before he was born and his mother blamed it on him. she always had. with no siblings to keep him company. he had always locked himself into his room. drawing and plotting were two of his favorite things. before his mother passed away, he would spend hours in his room drawing things out. death scenes, his family, his life, animals, everything. his role model back then was lycan. zsambix would fantasize and think about how he got around and what happened to him. how he coped with being who he was. days and days went by and every day he would become more and more paranoid and "into" lycan's past. reveling on it, learning from it. until it corrupted him. when his mother had died, she had been murdered. that was when he was the age of 4, he began to hear voices; voices in his head. the death of his mother, that he had witnessed and remembered, haunted him. but there was no one to talk to. no one to go to that would listen. most would call him paranoid. and he was only 5. soon a string of deaths started coming around his village home. most suspected it was some old coot that went mad. but the truth was, it was him. he had been soo paranoid over everything that happened to him that he couldn't take it. he got a journal and began to write things down in it. experiences, fears, all the sort someone would write in said journal.

His journal kept him sane most of the time. But some days writing about it didn't help. Especially when he had soo many mixed emotions inside him and couldn't write about them as fast as he'd like too. No one knew who murdered his mother, but Zsambix had a nagging suspicion that he had done so. Everyone was on guard, keeping a village watch patrol and keeping a look out for the killer. He never meant to, but.... it was like his body couldn't hold it back and killing was his only escape. It felt wired at first, and it scared him a little. But after that string he wasn't so scared of it. He believed that he was just getting rid of the demons inside that victim and cleansing their body. Like a murderer would say. He came to a point in his life that isolation was just a good and bad thing. Because he lived alone in his house he hardly ate and some would say that he was too young to starve. To die of starvation. He wasn't a cannibal. That would just be wrong. He buried his kills and laid makeshift crosses over their burials, but he then would go off and starve himself. He was soo small and clearly obsessed.

The day he met lycan for the first time was the day he would never forget and change his ways. Well, his killing sprees anyways. He had met him while he was just finishing up burying his kill. Who, he will not speak of. Lycan was bigger than him, clearly looming over him. Zsambix remembered the look in his eyes. He wasn't mad, maybe just a little confused. He was the killer he had been hearing rumors about that has been sending vast amounts of children and older people to the underworld to be dealt with. He remembers lycan moving a few whisps of hair from zsambix's face and cock a toothy grin. Zsambix remembers seeing two people behind him. A sima a little younger than him -who he now knows as destro- and a sima with yellow eyes and fangs -who he know also knows as Othello- the sima, destro he remembers from nightmares while he was sleeping. How he'd always appear and disappear when he looked, looked away and looked again.

Zsambix hasn't forgotten that day, nor will he ever. By the time he had hit 12, he was already watching over the little sima. Usually on rooftops and watching from above, in dark areas, and even from his own home. He would follow him everywhere and only once did his cover get blown. But it had been a windy day, so there was his mistake. Zsambix hadn't meant to frighten him, but the hungry look to him, but for food, might have been startling to say the least. He has protected destro a few times from actual fights. Watched him play his games with his friends and go on amusement park rides. He isn't staking, just watching over him. His life has never been right. Ever since he was born and before that his life has never gone the way he or his family had planned. He barely has friends, if you count the meeting with those other simas friends. He just hopes to make friends. Since he had no siblings and no family left to help him, it was only true that one would be lost to their subconscious and go mad. But destro sees otherwise.

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Zambix notebook entry two -- he is the age of 8 years old

( the pages are ripped, worn and the writing was faded away,
it took years to even decipher what this sima had written. the
handwriting or penmanship was much better than the previous
pages and there weren't many spelling errors on this page )

the voices... their back. and stronger now. i don't want your help
i told them. they didn't listen they seemed to be trying to tell me
something i find important. i saw this weird sima today. He seems
To be smaller than me. Shorter. Skinnier. Alone though to. I left
Him alone for the sake of leaving young ones alone. I do the
killing and another sima does all the Harder stuff, hearding and
overtaking them and holding them under ground. My Mom told
me about him. 'Said he was a man to be reckoned with. And that
My best option was never to piss him off. Or I'd surely succumb to
His wrath. I didn't believe her, but I took care to steer clear from
Him when he as in town. I still don't know who that other sima is
But I have a nagging feeling, and from the voices inside my head,
That he is the one I'm supposed to protect. But Why? From what?
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( story as an anthro )

My eyes opened to a scream. I remembered it well. My thoughts had all but vanished into thin air. I had decreased to move. Someone was watching me. Watching me carefully. As I tried to see who it is I couldn't help but to feel that pang of hunger once again. Stronger than before. It was like someone had placed me in a pit and lit it on fire. Turning up the heat higher and higher until I couldn't stand it. I saw a little girl watching me. Terror marked her face. Something only a morbid person would like to see. Someone like me. Timing was of the essence. I growled low in my throat, making sure to keep eye contact with her. ''Boo.'' I said as laughed coldly as she screamed once again. I remember now. I was in a house, after a kill again. I was too little for this. Only the fact that I couldn't control what urges succumbed to me was the scary thing. My name was zsambix. And I was born of a poor family. Of a Scottish heratige and had yet to show it. I was the mad man of the north as the called me. All my strikes have been in the northern part of Scotland. How I succomed to my insanity was out of the question right now.

Fixing my attention back to my new prey I turned to fully face her. She was already across to the other side of the room. Meaning she had escaped barely. But I wasn't going to let that stop me. Turning I followed suite, watching her run with morbid pleasure edged along my amused smirk. I wasn't about to let her go. No. Not even close. I started to move quicker, using the darkness to my advantage. I flicked the long hair out of my face and narrowed my family glowing blue eye on the girl. I could see exceptionally well in the dark, even without my whole powers thing. Holding my right hand up, I conjured up a ball of water, and tossed it at her. Missing her on purpose, and hitting the electrical lies she was tangled into to. I turned away for wanting to see it. Only to meet eyes with that child. The child I had seen earlier. Destro was his name. He had a fondness for the crazy. And he defiantly was. His white eyes reflected the hated look in my eyes. I flinched. No witness should have seen that. Nor a child. How he snuck up on me was puzzling and yet kind of amusing at the same time.

I felt that pang of regret. Not that I took notice. The kid was too young. And the girl I just electrocuted.....aww forget it. I grinned trying to scare the boy off. ''Scram kid.'' I said taking a step towards him. Destro smiled waving. Shock made me faulter a little. I didn't look at the dead corpse behind me, but instead away. I felt a presence that same one like when I was being told I needed to protect. I felt a need. A need to protect, to guard. This young one. Before I knew it, destro came up and grabbed my hand. Getting me to snap out of it and stumble to follow the boy. This was all new. I glared around seeing no witnesses other than the kid. This kid was special and I knew it. The voices in my head told me so. We reached a house not too far from where I had just killed the little girl. It was dark out and the lights were on. I turned and glared at the boy stopping. ''Don't you know who I am?'' I hissed as the boy giggled and opened the door.

We strolled inside and I couldn't help but to stop. I was a mess. This boy had a family. That hunger was coming back. I needed to go. I was suddenly pulled inside and a scream or two came from inside the house. His parents, they knew. They knew who I was. I turned to run off. A gun shot and I whirrled around with a snarl that was sure to send a grown man to his knees. The father had shot. Hitting me in the shoulder. I threw my knife as I pulled it from the small of my back. Not waiting for the blow to hit I turned and ran from the house. I was only 5 and I was armed. I ran into the woods in front of their house. Not waiting to stop. I held my shoulder. Stopping I heard a nose. The boy was following. I growled softly and grabbed my hidden stash of weapons. Hiding them in various part of my body, I continued to flee.

There was a cry from behind me, but I continued to run. I was sprinting now, away from that mess I had just made. I ripped a part of my torn shirt off my body and wrapped it around my shoulder tying it in efficient time. I bit my lip when those voices came back not wanting to hear them right now. I made it to a house scaling the trees and making onto the roof tools I took to the heights from their. Running long the flat tops of the houses and jumping from home to home. Not making a sound. I continued to run until I stopped feeling that need again. The need to protect. What I have been feeling all along. Muttering a curse under my breath in French I turned and followed that need, the closer I go the stronger it became. I stopped dead when I saw what happened.

The boy, destro, he was trapped in alleyway, his leg was caught on a garder, it looked twisted and mangled. Police with dogs were edging closer to him. Believing he was the one. I couldn't help but to snarl. I was torn. Let the authorities take him or help him. The need won that battle. I jumped from the roof, landing on the ground and taking out one of my knives. ''Leave him. It's me you want!'' I roared tossing one of my knives at one of the policemen's knee. Disabling him. I turned and dodged a spare of bullets at my feet. Charging at another officer. I reared back as a dog came from my blind spot. I grabbed it by the throat and flung it away from me. Ducking to avoid another and a spray of bullets too.

I fought with them until they had me cornered. Their cocky smirks were what slowed them. I closed my eyes and used the water from the drains and flung it st them washing them away from me. I ran to the child taking my hands and pulling at the girder. The policemen and dogs recovered coming at me. I hissed as another Buller went through my shoulder and flung another burst of water at them. It hit the dogs rocketing them back into the officers and against the brick foundation behind them. Killing both dogs and one officer. I front feel pity, not when there's a job to be done. I'd bury them later. The other two officers wanted backup. I continued to pul lat the heavy girder until it came up. It grabbed the boys hand and helped pull his leg out.

I didn't have enough time to help stop the bleeding. Bullets hit me with a rapid fire. I nit my already bleeding tongue to keep from crying out. I covered the boys body with my own as bullet after bullet hit me. I could take it. I've taken a beating harder than his. Tacking my hands I decided that I could have to get the boy out of here first. I used the water around me and in the sewer to toss the boy up and onto my back. I turned around making sire the boy was huddled behind me. I used both hands to push a wall of water against them, trapping any bullets and policemen inside. Before it started it was over. I had won.

The boy was a little shaken but he was alright. I stood in front of the boy, bleeding, shaking, and breathing heavily. But I was Keeping him close. Little did I know that I would be going through more of these incidents many more times to come. And I would be more than prepared for those.
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Zambix notebook entry two -- he is the age of 12 years old

( the pages are ripped, worn and the writing was faded away,
it took minuets to even decipher what this sima had written. the
handwriting or penmanship was legible than the previous
pages and there weren't any spelling errors on this page
it only reads a sentence, the rest of the page was ripped off. )

i have found him. found the person i was to protect.
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art
http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2014/ ... 7do2pc.png by Rainbow Charizard
http://i62.tinypic.com/11ce8us.gif animation by the lost soul
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/i ... 1396598496 non animated by the lost soul
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/i ... 1397886515 finished shot by the lost soul

* this piece was created before the contest but got deleted from my form before it was judged, i'll put it here for later
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/i ... 1397266466 - a collab between me and gecko who
all other images credited to owners. zoroark is copyrighted to pokemon/Nintendo. other images found are from the movie.