[nyacinth]

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[.starfish]

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username;; ~Caramel~
I am a current no-owner

name;; Seraphina
meaning burning fire

gender;; female

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shy
sweet
kind
helpful
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[BecNessMonster]

Username;; BecNessMonster
Name;; Crystal
Personality;; Crystal is a kind and Soft Hearted Plumerain, she loves to share and enjoys talking with others. She is Hard to Aggravate but no one really thinks to try to due to how kind she is.
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[zaz]

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Username;; Hi im *Stars* a current Non-Owner who has heard alot about these cuties so I wanted to give it
a shot and enter. This will be the second Plumerian I am trying out for as of now.

Name;; Autumn (Amber for short)
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Amber has a tendency inwards towards her thoughts and ideas. Amber prefers to process information through her
five senses. Amber takes time to think about how each option affects others. Amber prefers making plans and
keeping to schedules but she also has a tendency to keep things open. Amber values literature and likes to get
things done so she can go do things she enjoys. Amber is very social, even being very into academics. Amber is
very kept to herself but likes to enjoy life she goes to many parties you would never think of her as a shy kept to
herself girl, she knows how to open up at parties. Amber is a very shy speaker she does not really talk outside of
the parties she goes to, she is very mysterious, her emotions and most of her emotions are hidden in her normal
everyday life. Even though Amber is a shy speaker if needed she knows how to speak up for herself she will give
anyone a piece of her mind. Amber tries to keep calm she is very good at managing her stress, she is usually
always mentally focused. Amber would be the friend that everyone would want she always puts her friends and
family before herself she loves to help others it makes her feel better. Amber is very clever she is a very good
student. Being clever. Amber is also very witty she loves to crack a smile she loves to make jokes and make
others happy.
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It was a cool, July, and it was dusk.
The gentle winds that blew,
brushed the Autumn of your hair.

And a mist, as like in Autumn, touch
your face, as I stood still.

I could not help but wonder, as in Autumn,
are the bees yet in their hive? Snuggled
closely, in their Autumn winter bed.?

An Autumn sun, hid behind the clouds above.
It knew not of this July, only of Autumn, in the air.
It knew of flowers drooping, their brightness,
now fading and curled. It knew of falling leaves,
and colors still so bright. A lone tree against a colored
sky, seemed naked in this July. With all of
this, and some to go, it must be Autumn...Autumn...
Autumn, for this I know.

What of the woman, with the hair of Autumn?
Her eyes of Autumn color and colored clothes
the same. It can not be July for
Autumn is abound.

Autumns every where. Circling sparrows in sky
above, swoop down, in hunt, for the final seeds
of Autumn. How could this be July,
or has the sparrows lost their way?

Surely, this is Autumn, for the chill is in they air.
And, isn't that an Autumn grass, below that
old oak tree? As the gentle Autumn winds,
carry silence for the day.

Now the mist of Autumn, are falling drops of rain.
No, not a shower in July, but an Autumn day,
now cast in gloom, against a steel gray sky.

Autumn, shall never be the same, since
that Autumn day in mid July.
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↝ υƨεяпαмε ↜ .chamomile.
↝ пαмε ↜ Veronica Jenkins
↝ ɢεпɔεя ↜ Female
↝ αɢε ↜ 23
↝ ƨεхυαʟıтч ↜ Straight
↝ σccυραтıσп ↜ Private Investigator

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↝ συтεя ƨнεʟʟ ::
On the outside, Veronica seems like a beautiful, sweet Plumerian. Though, she does know how to put her good looks to use. Most Plumerians think, based on their first impression of her, that Veronica would be somewhat like this: sweet, caring, loving, kind, gracious, and girly. Some others, mostly females, have assumed that her seemingly-sweet personality is just a cover for her more malicious intentions.

↝ ıпƨıɔε ::
Veronica is really not a sweet little girl. She's rough, tough, mean, and lean; in a nutshell. She's extremely sarcastic and rude. Veronica is never afraid to speak her mind, but knows when she should keep her mouth shut (thank goodness she has some tact). She always acts, and then thinks about what she just did. She doesn't usually think things through all the way either, which gets her into a lot of dangerous situations. Veronica doesn't care what others think of her. She goes in, does her job, and gets out. In her line of work, it doesn't matter what people think of you. What matters is the kind of information they have. Therefore, Veronica learned to be manipulative. She knows just how to get what she wants out of other Plumis. Veronica isn't necessarily mean and evil, nor good and loving. She's more of a neutral character, who prefers to stay out of the thick of things and avoid disastrous events.

↝ ɔεερ ɔσшп ::
Despite all of those negative traits, Veronica is indeed a cool, calm, and collected Plumerian. She has to keep herself from running into danger at every corner somehow. Her work is dangerous, so she tries to keep her act-then-think impulses in check. When it comes to her work as a Private Investigator, Veronica becomes an analyst, a determined Plume, someone who knows just how to see things the way they really are. When it comes to herself, Veronica is generally less determined to reach her goals (she cares more about relaxing and winding down than anything). She also takes her work, and her clients, very seriously. However, Veronica shouldn't, more like can't, be described as courageous and brave. If she were to think before she acted, she wouldn't be taking half the risks she's taking now.

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Veronica works as a private investigator for all sorts of people. Most of her work comes from high-rolling mafia men, but she'll also get the occasional job from rich CEOs, celebrities, and once, the government. She isn't in any way connected to any agencies such as the police, the FBI, NSA, or CIA. She's completely independent, and refuses help from anyone in her cases. Here's what she has to say about her line of work:



❝ . . . Private Investigator Jenkins, it's got a nice ring to it doesn't it? My line of work is dangerous. Of course, anyone and everyone involved in this kind of work says it's dangerous, but they don't know anything. At all. Why is my work so dangerous? What, you couldn't figure that out yourself? Are you sure you have a brain in there? Well, if I really must explain it, the reason why my work is so dangerous is because I work alone. I don't have a backup crew, or a sidekick, or a partner-- not even one of those lame "tee-hee love me Mr. Boss-man" secretaries. I take care of my business myself, and I get paid well for my work. Maybe someday, my lack of dependence on others will catch up to me and stab my back. But today, or any day, is not that day. I don't think it'll ever happen. I've had too many clients that are too interested in what I do for me to suddenly cop out, whether it be of my own accord or if I were to die on the job. What kind of jobs do I take? (Geez, another dumb question). I take them all. Catching thieves, rescuing a kidnapped child or pet, returning a stolen item, investigating a murder. Every one of my clients pays over the top cash for me to do my job well. The only jobs I don't take are babysitting ones, including pets. Believe me, I'm not the most responsible Plumerian out there. I'd probably lose the stupid kid before I can even close the door behind me. Plus, I don't want to be staying at someones fortress-mansion all day. That would be lame. I don't like to be closed in. My P.I. work lets me be free: I can do what I want, live where I want, take any jobs I want, and take all the risks I want. Why take risks? (Are you going to stop with these dumb questions or what?) Because I can, duh. P.I. work requires risks, there is no safe path or easy path. You gotta do what you gotta do, unless what you gotta do is parachute off the Empire State building (too many fuzz patrolling to do that anyway). Now unless you got a job for me, get out . . . ❞



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❝ . . . Ugh, of course you found my case file. Not that it isn't hard to find, really. This is one that the FBI came up with for me. As you can see, it's pretty detailed. I've been involved in a lot of activities that the FBI doesn't like. How did I get this? Oh come on, seriously? Don't you read up on the laws around here? All you have to do is send them a request. Oh, you want to know why you can access this stuff? (Seriously, get with the flow!) The Freedom of Information Act, duh . . . ❞



* NOTE: the Freedom of Information Act is indeed a real thing; through this act, you can ask the FBI for any information that they have collected on you and they will have to give it to you.




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* NOTE: I based the three pages of this 'file' off an actual file found on the FBI website. Apologies if anything is cut off.

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шнαт шıʟʟ ı ɔσ ?

What would I do with Veronica if I won her? That's actually a bit tough for me to answer, considering I've done everything I would want to do with her in this form already. I'd begin by making some more art of her, as well as asking for others to do art of her for me. It wouldn't be a ton, but it would most likely be a pixel avatar or a small chibi of her to put in my signature. I would roleplay her too. I would try to find someone with a Plumerian just like her, or find someone interested in doing some sort of detective roleplay. I wouldn't try to find someone for her right away, or put her up on the blind date thread. I think I would rather develop her more before finding romance and such. Oh, and of course I would put her on my adopts page, with the rest of the adopts I have one. All of this information would be on there too, just coded differently (like the rest of the adopts I have there). Other than those things, I can't do much more with Veronica since I've already developed her so much. I can say that I love her to death, and I would take excellent care of her.

нσш ƨнε вεcαмε тнıƨ шαч

"Mommy, are we home yet?" Veronica asked, her small voice twinkling like the last setting rays of the sun. She was staring out the car window, imagining that her fingers were little people running on the power lines flying past her eyes. "Jump! Jump!" she exclaimed to herself, noticing that her finger people were dodging faster obstacles than usual. Up front, her mother was tense, and she hadn't answered her question yet.
"Are we home yet?" she asked again, pausing her game to stare at the back of her mothers head. Nothing. Veronica could see her mothers eyes in the rearview mirror, and they were filled with fear.

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Fear. It gripped her, it was black talons ripping at her soul. Veronica glanced behind her only to see that the dark men were still running after her. "This was a bad idea!" she shouted, finding herself at the end of the alley. A wall, made of crumbling red brick, about two times as tall as her stood in her way. Veronica panicked, acting like a deer in headlights. The men were closing on her, weapons in their hands. Her breathing quickened as adrenaline flooded her body. Think, Veronica, think! her mind screamed. It was as if she were a statue, frozen until she met her dire fate. In a moment, the men were upon her, jeering, taunting, threatening. This is it! she thought, but her body had already chosen a different course of action. Veronica crouched low, avoiding the first spray of bullets, and in between the pause of their confusion, she jumped high into the air and flipped backwards, landing deftly on the wall. Time. There was no time, she had to move. "Daddy! Daddy look down there!" she heard a voice cry, "Daddy look!"

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Daddy. Veronica wondered why daddy hadn't come with them to the mall. She smiled happily as her mother turned sharply onto their street, knowing that they were almost home. But her smile soon faded as she saw the neon tape, the police cars, the weeping women sitting in front of her house. Before she could fully absorb the scene, the car stopped. Veronica grabbed her stuffed rabbit, Jonesy, from the seat next to her, not bothering to unbuckle him. "Mommy, what's going on?" she asked curiously. Veronica had never seen the police before, at least, not up close. Mommy didn't say anything. She didn't even look at Veronica, who was following close behind. A quick conversation with the police led to "angry words", as her daddy would say. In a moment, Veronica had darted inside, ignoring the yells from the police officer saying that this was a crime scene. And then, there was shock. There was her daddy lying on the floor, blood pouring out of five wounds. And, as Veronica gaped in horror, as she was dragged away, she noticed bullet shells lying on the floor.

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Bullets. Why did they have to be firing bullets at her? Veronica winced in pain as one dug into her leg, another just below her shoulder, and one grazed her neck. This is dangerous, common sense whispered in her mind, get out, GET OUT! Veronica jumped down to the other side and ran faster than she ever did. It was useless. She didn't think that the men who killed her father would be like this; a collective force of terror and guns. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she realized that there was no way she would survive this, there was nothing she could do to avenge her father. There was no justice in this world.

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Veronica sat in a courtroom. The lettering out front had said this was a place of justice. She knew that something important was going to happen, because mommy had brought her. She was told to sit in a chair, and so she did. The proceedings of the court didn't interest her, so she played with Jonesy instead, making him dance with her as they sat.
". . . charged with the murder of Thomas Jenkins. Your sentence is 65 years of incarceration. This case is closed," the fancy man up front said.
Veronica stood. She hadn't really registered what had just happened, but at that moment, everything hit her. She knew that the bad man who had killed her father was going to jail. She knew that her father was gone. She knew that her mother would never be the same. She knew. Veronica finally looked at the criminal, a man who seemed like he could do no harm. But, in his eyes, and saw darkness, hatred, loathing. She saw a man who had nothing to lose, who's life had already been taken away.
"Don't look at him," Veronica's mother said, "if you look at him wrong he'll take us next. His gang will come after us." There was no fear in her mothers words, only a certain sense that she would be murdered next.

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Murdered, Veronica thought, trying to stop the flow of blood while sitting on a bench, I'm going to be murdered. Not by her mother, of course, but by those men. She had escaped them for now, but she knew they would be back for her some day. "If only the police had known they were the cause of my fathers death," she spat out bitterly, "if they had found them and stopped them then, this wouldn't be happening now. I wouldn't have to hunt them down trying to find vengeance! I wouldn't be injured!" She paused for a moment, surprised at how angry her own words sounded. "I would have found them out," Veronica muttered. She would have been able to track them down better, unlike those silly men called 'police' and 'detectives'. I should, she mused, I should become my own detective, my own savior. I could do it. Veronica stood, deciding that she should get to a hospital, "I'm doing this for you, daddy."

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Gosh Veronica, you're so rude. Art by me.



Crappy headshot by me.


Lines by carrie911, colored in by me.


Lines by carrie911, colored in by me.


By the amazing Ittam <3

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Made by me.
So this is a young Veronica, before her father died. As a kid, she loved using her imagination and often pretended to be a super hero called Super V. In this short thing, she's saving a citizen (her rabbit Jonesy) from the evil Mr. Bad (the robot, such a creative name). Veronica (or Super V I should say) gets called inside for dinner, but accidentally leaves the citizen she 'saved' outside. Here are some thoughts I had while making this:
↝ Veronica even had red hair as a child because she used red Kool-Aid to dye it (yes that actually works)
↝ One of the smaller points of this was to introduce her father a bit more. I thought about having her mom call her in, but I wanted Veronica to be closer to her father, which gives her the motivation to seek vengeance later in her life.
↝ She didn't actually break or damage the robot. It's made of plastic, and she imagined that it had shorted out and burst into pieces like that.
↝ She doesn't have any dang feathers because I'm dumb and forgot them.
↝ Veronica has had Jonesy since birth, and sees him as her best friend (like Hobbes is to Calvin)
↝ It's really sad the bright highlighter didn't show through very well[/color][/size]

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[finoodle]

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Name;; Demeter but everyone calls her Demi
Personality;; (word limit of 400)Sweet and spice make everything nice, meet your average Drama queen.
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"One Life To Live
One Love To Give
One Chance ;;
to keep from falling"

►personality::
Rikki appears as a head strong
and bold creature that rushes into
things without looking. She loves
to gossip and flirt with other
creatures and often uses that
skill to figure out information
that she needs and getting out
of trouble. She loves to be in
the spotlight and is almost never
shy. Although some creatures don't
like her she is a great listener and
enjoys helping others with there
problems. But even with her supreme
match-making skills Rikki has never
found the right creature for herself
and although she enjoys helping others
with love she's disappointed that she
never experienced such a thing...

►name:: Rikki
►meaning:: n/a
►gender:: Female (Straight)
►birthday:: August 18
►age:: 15 (teenager)
►Height:: 5'4
►theme song::Only One

►about the adopter::
Hey! My name is Aqua.Rose but please call me Rose or Aqua!
I'm a teenager that's very busy but when I saw this gorgeous
girl I feel head over heals in love because she reminded me so much
of myself and my personal love story! She's amazingly designed, so
inspirational, and holds a special memory for me! I would be so honored
to call her my own! Good luck to everyone else though best of luck! xoxo

Love is everywhere around
It moves quickly, strikes without a sound
I help it along its path
But it hasn't helped me.
Why do I feel so alone?
I wish for a place to call my own
With you'd by my side
I shall be strong