[margayritaville]

» username «

Batterwitch

» name of pseudodragon «

Esoteric

Meaning...
}} intended for/likely to be understood by only a small number of people with a specialized knowledge or interest

» sad backstory «

You always take what you have for granted. Your home, your food, your belongings, anything you can claim as 'mine'. Do you not believe me? That's alright, no one does. It's just like my name.

When I became an adult, my parents started to 'wean' me from their rules, a way to softly put out the point of, 'you're on your own now'. I was NOT prepared. I couldn't put up with finding my own food and fending for my own things, and I soon spiraled into a heavy cloud of depression.

Did I mention they kicked me out of the house? At night, I had to sleep in a dry and disgusting bus station until I could get back onto my feet, which at the time didn't seem possible. I ate very little; food wasn't easy to get in the state I was in, and I was also craving for other necessities. Luckily no one evicted me from the station, so I was living life a bit 'misfooted'; I had a path paved for me, but I couldn't walk on it without tripping.

Within a few months, a pretty face found me, and became a guide for me down that path. I ate better, I went from just skin and bones, to a well-fed pseudodragon. I had my head up, and I was starting to be able to start running down my path.

I spoke too soon, sadly. That pretty face left me, and I started stumbling again. Splashing into the depression, and a forever-scowl made its home upon my facial expression. I was sour, and was quick to snap. I wasn't much company to any one, and I easily drove them away with my moods. I rejected help, and I was quite sure I was alone in the world.

Until someone in a white labcoat scooped me up, and I was helped by these humans. I was put up for adoption sooner or later, and I was happy for once. I had hope inside of me. My scowl was still there; I guessed it was a bit of a 'trait' that I picked up or so. Unluckily, that drove some people away from me, and I didn't know if I would ever be adopted.

I was wrong, which was good for once. A gal saw me, and smiled. Put her hand on the bars of my 'cage'. Let me sniff at her hand. Told me I looked like I needed someone to sympathise with. Ordered to be given the adoption papers. Signed them in fushsia ink. Took me into their home. Made me happy. Understood me. Helped me along my path.

Before she came along, I had no name. Then she called me Esoteric. Said it was Greek or Latin or some other language. Told me the definition of that word, and I could agree the name fit me.

» disorders and medical issues «
(( these aren't apparent in the backstory but I felt it was an important extra. ))
(( then again, you can never tell what someone is secretly suffering from. ))
Adult ADHD - *
General Anxiety Disorder - *
Atypical Depression - *
Borderline Personality Disorder - *
Insomnia - *
Nightmare Disorder - *
Panic Attacks & Panic Disorder - *
Selective Mutism - *
Schizoid Personality Disorder - *
Social Anxiety Disorder - *

[unluckythursday]

Username:
_Audino
Name:
Naku
Sad Backstory:

Spring flowers waved gently in the warm breeze.In a small den up on a mountain,a dragon mother and her sleepy baby lay arguing.
"Mom I want to see the bumblebees!" the young one pleaded.
"Naku its too dangerous!" the mother whipped her gray tail in frustration.The small baby sighed and curled up against his mothers belly begrudgingly.He stared down at the stoney ground and then at his dark scales.He rubbed his tail along them and looked up at his mother.
"Please mama!I'll be careful!" the small dragon looked her in the eyes and gave a pout.
"Fine Naku.Keep in my sight though..lets go." the mother muttered and got up,looking after her child to make sure he was to follow.
"Yay!Your the best!" he kept close to his mother as they walked down the mountain and into the fields.Kurai heard a small buzzing and looked around,excitement sparking deep within him.
"Its a bumblebee!" he ran after the poor bug as it tried to do its work.He flicked his ear and pawed at it.He then heard a snap of jaws and a gruesome screech.He looked around in fear and ran toward the sound.He stopped and his heart seemed to fall out of his chest,shattering into tiny pieces scattered on the ground.
"M-mama?" the sky seemed to become dark.There were no clouds anymore.It was raining..it was cold.Yet it was the same warm spring day it had been..just not to him.There lay his mother.She was motionless.Naku saw a large mountain lion stalking away.He grew angry,wanting to leap at the mountain lion.But he knew he could not.Stalking up to his mother,he swore to himself that he would never love again.For he would risk losing the loved one and he would feel this pain once again.He sobbed as the rain poured harder onto him.

Yes its short xD WIP

[All Might]

He's frowning, I'm marking and my heart is wanting this baby.

[koegami]

mark

[Starry Starry Night]

Username: Autumn Leaves
Name: Niteo, latin for "shine"
Sad Backstory: Niteo shivered in the cold rain. He needed to find shelter. Fast. A typhoon was hitting the place where he lived, and he was seperated from his family. Niteo closed his eyes for a moment, picturing their faces. That was his one power. He looked up, and he saw that it was going to get worse. Niteo was on the outside of the hurricane. He needed to run. Suddenly a large plank from a nearby house hit him on the head. His vision blurred, then shut out completely. When Niteo woke, he realized he was under a large cliff, that was shielding him from the wind. He looked up again. It wasnt raining anymore, but Niteo knew that meant he was only halfway done. The eye of the hurricane was a large hole, causing the sun to shine down on him. Niteo shivered. The eye was passing over him. The "eye wall" as it is called, has the worst winds. He tried to back up against the cliff. Too late. Winds whipped around him mercilessly, and the downpour made it hard to see. He had to wait the storm out. When the storm cleared, Niteo searched for his parents. He never found them again
~

[Novi]

Username:
Name:
Sad Backstory: -lives with his mother and three little sisters until he is sixteen
-constantly picked on, but ignores it
-gets into fights
-at the age of eighteen, meets a girl named Audrey
-they fall in love
-age twenty four; Audrey is diagnosed with lung cancer
-spends all of his life savings on treatments, only to realize that it's too late
-prays to God to let her stay for weeks on end
-finally, just prays to God to let her go painlessly
-she dies the next night in her sleep
-he's finally lost everything, and is now broken

Wip, please don't take the ideas found in this form :c that's really unfair if you do.

[zippo.]

Username:

Zippo♥

Name:

Vincent, he used to be called Vinny.

Sad Backstory:

insomnia;;
Insomnia is a persistent disorder that can make it hard to fall asleep, hard to stay asleep or both, despite the opportunity for adequate sleep. With insomnia, you usually awaken feeling unrefreshed, which takes a toll on your ability to function during the day. Insomnia can sap not only your energy level and mood but also your health, work performance and quality of life. [Information credit to Mayo Clinic]


Vinny used to always go out and party. Every night a different club, a new girl, a new experience. His father a rich business man who supplied him with all the money he could have. One summer night, he goes to New York and blows more money than his father had. Within the following week his father disowned him, and he slept less and less. It's been exactly a year and three days sense his father left him and he stopped sleeping.

[Audy]

Username: Zath.

Travis was born as a happy and joyful Pseudo, there was nothing that brought down the little guy. All the Pseudos always complimented how cute and playful he was with everyone, they loved being around him. His family was poor (little resources in the neighborhood), but his parents gave him all he could need, care, love, and happiness.

At age 8, his parents decided he should go interact with other Pseudos. He went to a small group of Pseudos but everyone laughed at him because he was smaller than them, so they rudely kicked him out. "You don't belong with us so never come back! Or you'll see what happens!" Travis ran away from the tearing up, until a female Pseudo came up to him and asked, "Are you alright?" He responded, "I'm fine, thanks." The conversation continued and they

Alone

A for always will be. . . . . . . . . . .
L for leave me like you always do. . .
O for an opportunity I'll never have..
N for never going to change. . ...... .
E for existing which I never wished to

One of Travis's poems

became good friends. Two months later, they were already close friends. One day, Travis was going to surprise her with a gift to ask her if she would become his girl, and he found her with a couple other friends. When he came up to her, she hissed at him and demanded him to go away. After he questioned her attitude, she said, "Did you really think I was your friend? No way, these girls are my real friends and you're just a loser. I only became friends with you so you can see what you will never have." Travis returned home devastated, and went room refusing to speak with anyone. He went up to his family to ask for help, but they responded with "Don't cry, I didn't raise such a cry baby." Travis attempted to befriend other Pesudos, but they always either kicked him out or replaced him. A day came where he was too hurt already and decided to spend his days in his room, alone, talking to himself and writing poems.

Since Travis didn't have anyone to talk to, he developed both anxiety and social anxiety disorder. He was very afraid to speak with others, fearing he would do a mistake or be embarrassed in any way. He also often had "panic attacks" nearly every night. When he had a panic attack, he had fear of nothing, he was paranoid and had heart palpitations from time to time.

On his 9th birthday, Travis was having a normal day, just in his room alone with nothing to do. At night, his father walked to his room and demanded him to get out and go socialize with other Pseudos. He refused, so his father dragged him by the hair until they were outside of their den. Travis walked away with tears on his face, looking for other Pseudos. He noticed a group of Pseudos on an

area surrounded by trees, and he headed toward them. One of the Pseudos turned around and saw him, Travis quickly remember it was the Pseudo who threatened him. "What did I tell you?! I told you to never come back but here you are again!" The Pseudo angrily demanded his group to show him a lesson. The entire group began to beat him brutally with their arms and heads. After a few minutes, Travis was left unconscious on the ground, the group ran away before anyone saw them.

Travis woke up early in the morning, his body filled with scratches and bruises. He slowly limped his way home, he struggled greatly. When he got home, his father angrily yelled at him "Where were you? Go to your room!" Travis was surprised his father didn't care to ask about his scratches or bruises, so he simply walked to his room again, to be alone as usual.

About a week later, Travis was instructed to collect food for dinner, so he went to gather some seeds. After a few hours, he thought he had collected enough seeds to feed everyone and made his way back to the den. When he arrived there, he noticed many Pseudos were surrounding his home. He didn't ask anyone what happened so he just walked closer. His eyes immediately turned gloomy, as he saw his mother and father lying on the ground, dead. "What happened to my parents?!" A Pseudo replied, "someone found them dead inside the den but no one knows what happened. Why weren't you there to take care of them, huh?" Travis fell to the ground, staring at his parents, speechless.

After that day, Travis would stay in the den rarely going outside, not even for food. He had severe depression which caused him to have insomnia, break downs, and worse panic attacks. Refusing to eat caused him to become skin and bones as well. The news of the incident quickly spread around the neighborhood and even other Pseudo neighborhoods, but no one cared to help Travis.

Major WIP

[Beatnik]

ＵＳＥＲＮＡＭＥ:
Thistlestar

ＮＡＭＥ ＡＮＤ ＲＥＡＳＯＮ:
Kurosaki [黒崎, White Night]
Kurosaki is not only based on appearance but the internal
conflict of him. He has a two sided personality, and he can't
control which one comes in. He doesn't remember the other
personality in him either. Kuro is the Yang, the dark side
and twisted sadistic personality while Saki is the Yin, the
good side and gentler warmer personality of him. His Yin
and Yang must be in harmony and balance but if disrupted
and uneven, he may go rampaging and experience severe
spasms and headaches. At worst, he may lose memory of
who he is.

ＳＴＯＲＹ:

Now, the story of the light and darkness of a soul, only known by ones so dark, they shall experience, "The Light."

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ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ғɪʀᴇᴡᴏʀᴋs. ᴡᴇ ᴄʟɪᴍʙ, sʜɪɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ɢᴏ ᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴀʏs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs, ʟᴇᴛ's ɴᴏ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ғɪʀᴇᴡᴏʀᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ.
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ＦＡＤＥ ＴＯ ＢＬＡＣＫ
The shadows were overwhelming, embracing anything and everything in a deathly grasp. Not a single light escaped its hungry mouth. This was my world. Nothingness except the darkness. Alone. All I wanted, someone, something to open up and pull me out into the light, the hope that was dying in my heart. A single tear fell onto the floor. I stared in it,and a lonesome face of sadness, yet a mixture of rebellion and madness stared back at me. I could see the light in his eyes, the desire of getting out of here, ever so burning fiercely in his soul. Yes. There was no hope in this world. It was an illusion. Such things of the word hope, light, friends were not welcomed here, forbidden and foreign. I peered into the darkness once more,was there such things as hope, of light, or of such things as friends? What was beyond? A endless pit of eternal darkness? But only my burning spirit would live on.

ＬＩＧＨＴ ＵＰ ＭＹ ＷＯＲＬＤ
But what was light? Such thoughts intrigued me, and I took a step forward, echoing far out. The sound was so sweet. I took another step and yes, the echoes, ringing in my ears. I took another and then another, until it became a constant rhythm in my head. What was this feeling, a warming to my heart? Such simple things of happiness and music I did not know of. Suddenly, something bright, hovering ever so, shining in this darkness, blinding. What was it? It floated above me, and I cowered in fright, for curiosity was unknown to me, only fear. This light was powerful, drawing the darkness in. And then, a smile drew across my face, the first in my life, for this, was Light.

"Greetings, Light, so it seems I'm not alone. For you shine with the brightest flames and fly so freely in this world.I see happiness and joyfulness in you despite the darkest and most terrifying moments. I am Kuro, the spirit in the darkness," he whispered into the seemly empty air.

It was met only by silence, then suddenly, a small gurgling noise. What was it? It grew louder and louder, til it echoed throughout. Kuro had never experienced such a joy before. Was this, was this laughter? And then a voice in the distance, so sweet and charming, and a fragrant scent drifted into his nose.

"Silly, I am not Light, my name is Saki." the voice whispered and a beautiful flickering white fire soul appeared in front of him, shining ever so brightly. "Why are you alone, Kuro?"

Kuro couldn't take his eyes off of Saki, not for even a single moment. As if Saki were a blackhole, he felt like he was being sucked up. " Are you a candle? he muttered quietly. "Because you light up my world. Saki, you are my shining light."

ＴＨＥ ＦＵＴＵＲＥ
I am no longer scared, for I have the light to this darkness, and from this, I shall learn, not only happiness, but curiosity, laughter, smiling, and most importantly, that I will not run away from fear, I shall accept it and face it. Darkness dwells in the absense of the light, waiting for its prey. But instead, I welcome it, because no light can have no darkness.I am Kuro, the Shining Star and Saki, my Shining Light. For united with one, I am Kurosaki, and I carve out my own future.

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Iɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ sʜɪɴᴇ sᴏ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ.
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I'm judging based off backstories sooo I didn't read the name section. Plus name explanations can kind of throw me off. All in all though, I really enjoyed reading through this one because of flavorful text, but it wasn't quite the sad I was looking for.

» username «

Batterwitch

» name of pseudodragon «

Esoteric

Meaning...
}} intended for/likely to be understood by only a small number of people with a specialized knowledge or interest

» sad backstory «

You always take what you have for granted. Your home, your food, your belongings, anything you can claim as 'mine'. Do you not believe me? That's alright, no one does. It's just like my name.

When I became an adult, my parents started to 'wean' me from their rules, a way to softly put out the point of, 'you're on your own now'. I was NOT prepared. I couldn't put up with finding my own food and fending for my own things, and I soon spiraled into a heavy cloud of depression.

Did I mention they kicked me out of the house? At night, I had to sleep in a dry and disgusting bus station until I could get back onto my feet, which at the time didn't seem possible. I ate very little; food wasn't easy to get in the state I was in, and I was also craving for other necessities. Luckily no one evicted me from the station, so I was living life a bit 'misfooted'; I had a path paved for me, but I couldn't walk on it without tripping.

Within a few months, a pretty face found me, and became a guide for me down that path. I ate better, I went from just skin and bones, to a well-fed pseudodragon. I had my head up, and I was starting to be able to start running down my path.

I spoke too soon, sadly. That pretty face left me, and I started stumbling again. Splashing into the depression, and a forever-scowl made its home upon my facial expression. I was sour, and was quick to snap. I wasn't much company to any one, and I easily drove them away with my moods. I rejected help, and I was quite sure I was alone in the world.

Until someone in a white labcoat scooped me up, and I was helped by these humans. I was put up for adoption sooner or later, and I was happy for once. I had hope inside of me. My scowl was still there; I guessed it was a bit of a 'trait' that I picked up or so. Unluckily, that drove some people away from me, and I didn't know if I would ever be adopted.

I was wrong, which was good for once. A gal saw me, and smiled. Put her hand on the bars of my 'cage'. Let me sniff at her hand. Told me I looked like I needed someone to sympathise with. Ordered to be given the adoption papers. Signed them in fushsia ink. Took me into their home. Made me happy. Understood me. Helped me along my path.

Before she came along, I had no name. Then she called me Esoteric. Said it was Greek or Latin or some other language. Told me the definition of that word, and I could agree the name fit me.

» disorders and medical issues «
(( these aren't apparent in the backstory but I felt it was an important extra. ))
(( then again, you can never tell what someone is secretly suffering from. ))
Adult ADHD - *
General Anxiety Disorder - *
Atypical Depression - *
Borderline Personality Disorder - *
Insomnia - *
Nightmare Disorder - *
Panic Attacks & Panic Disorder - *
Selective Mutism - *
Schizoid Personality Disorder - *
Social Anxiety Disorder - *

Rather sweet and cute, but I felt a bit put off with the list of disorders. I would have preferred if they had been incorporated into the story. However, I like the route you took with this.

Username:
_Audino
Name:
Naku
Sad Backstory:

Spring flowers waved gently in the warm breeze.In a small den up on a mountain,a dragon mother and her sleepy baby lay arguing.
"Mom I want to see the bumblebees!" the young one pleaded.
"Naku its too dangerous!" the mother whipped her gray tail in frustration.The small baby sighed and curled up against his mothers belly begrudgingly.He stared down at the stoney ground and then at his dark scales.He rubbed his tail along them and looked up at his mother.
"Please mama!I'll be careful!" the small dragon looked her in the eyes and gave a pout.
"Fine Naku.Keep in my sight though..lets go." the mother muttered and got up,looking after her child to make sure he was to follow.
"Yay!Your the best!" he kept close to his mother as they walked down the mountain and into the fields.Kurai heard a small buzzing and looked around,excitement sparking deep within him.
"Its a bumblebee!" he ran after the poor bug as it tried to do its work.He flicked his ear and pawed at it.He then heard a snap of jaws and a gruesome screech.He looked around in fear and ran toward the sound.He stopped and his heart seemed to fall out of his chest,shattering into tiny pieces scattered on the ground.
"M-mama?" the sky seemed to become dark.There were no clouds anymore.It was raining..it was cold.Yet it was the same warm spring day it had been..just not to him.There lay his mother.She was motionless.Naku saw a large mountain lion stalking away.He grew angry,wanting to leap at the mountain lion.But he knew he could not.Stalking up to his mother,he swore to himself that he would never love again.For he would risk losing the loved one and he would feel this pain once again.He sobbed as the rain poured harder onto him.

Yes its short xD WIP

I was enjoying it, but it seemed rather generic and unfinished. ;w; Besides that, I could see how he had a sad story.

Username: Autumn Leaves
Name: Niteo, latin for "shine"
Sad Backstory: Niteo shivered in the cold rain. He needed to find shelter. Fast. A typhoon was hitting the place where he lived, and he was seperated from his family. Niteo closed his eyes for a moment, picturing their faces. That was his one power. He looked up, and he saw that it was going to get worse. Niteo was on the outside of the hurricane. He needed to run. Suddenly a large plank from a nearby house hit him on the head. His vision blurred, then shut out completely. When Niteo woke, he realized he was under a large cliff, that was shielding him from the wind. He looked up again. It wasnt raining anymore, but Niteo knew that meant he was only halfway done. The eye of the hurricane was a large hole, causing the sun to shine down on him. Niteo shivered. The eye was passing over him. The "eye wall" as it is called, has the worst winds. He tried to back up against the cliff. Too late. Winds whipped around him mercilessly, and the downpour made it hard to see. He had to wait the storm out. When the storm cleared, Niteo searched for his parents. He never found them again
~

Short and sweet! Once again, rather generic with losing parents at a young age. ;w;

Username:

Zippo♥

Name:

Vincent, he used to be called Vinny.

Sad Backstory:

insomnia;;
Insomnia is a persistent disorder that can make it hard to fall asleep, hard to stay asleep or both, despite the opportunity for adequate sleep. With insomnia, you usually awaken feeling unrefreshed, which takes a toll on your ability to function during the day. Insomnia can sap not only your energy level and mood but also your health, work performance and quality of life. [Information credit to Mayo Clinic]


Vinny used to always go out and party. Every night a different club, a new girl, a new experience. His father a rich business man who supplied him with all the money he could have. One summer night, he goes to New York and blows more money than his father had. Within the following week his father disowned him, and he slept less and less. It's been exactly a year and three days sense his father left him and he stopped sleeping.

I liked where it was going, but it didn't seem much like a story, and kind of a blurb or summary.

Username: Zath.

Travis was born as a happy and joyful Pseudo, there was nothing that brought down the little guy. All the Pseudos always complimented how cute and playful he was with everyone, they loved being around him. His family was poor (little resources in the neighborhood), but his parents gave him all he could need, care, love, and happiness.

At age 8, his parents decided he should go interact with other Pseudos. He went to a small group of Pseudos but everyone laughed at him because he was smaller than them, so they rudely kicked him out. "You don't belong with us so never come back! Or you'll see what happens!" Travis ran away from the tearing up, until a female Pseudo came up to him and asked, "Are you alright?" He responded, "I'm fine, thanks." The conversation continued and they

Alone

A for always will be. . . . . . . . . . .
L for leave me like you always do. . .
O for an opportunity I'll never have..
N for never going to change. . ...... .
E for existing which I never wished to

One of Travis's poems

became good friends. Two months later, they were already close friends. One day, Travis was going to surprise her with a gift to ask her if she would become his girl, and he found her with a couple other friends. When he came up to her, she hissed at him and demanded him to go away. After he questioned her attitude, she said, "Did you really think I was your friend? No way, these girls are my real friends and you're just a loser. I only became friends with you so you can see what you will never have." Travis returned home devastated, and went room refusing to speak with anyone. He went up to his family to ask for help, but they responded with "Don't cry, I didn't raise such a cry baby." Travis attempted to befriend other Pesudos, but they always either kicked him out or replaced him. A day came where he was too hurt already and decided to spend his days in his room, alone, talking to himself and writing poems.

Since Travis didn't have anyone to talk to, he developed both anxiety and social anxiety disorder. He was very afraid to speak with others, fearing he would do a mistake or be embarrassed in any way. He also often had "panic attacks" nearly every night. When he had a panic attack, he had fear of nothing, he was paranoid and had heart palpitations from time to time.

On his 9th birthday, Travis was having a normal day, just in his room alone with nothing to do. At night, his father walked to his room and demanded him to get out and go socialize with other Pseudos. He refused, so his father dragged him by the hair until they were outside of their den. Travis walked away with tears on his face, looking for other Pseudos. He noticed a group of Pseudos on an

area surrounded by trees, and he headed toward them. One of the Pseudos turned around and saw him, Travis quickly remember it was the Pseudo who threatened him. "What did I tell you?! I told you to never come back but here you are again!" The Pseudo angrily demanded his group to show him a lesson. The entire group began to beat him brutally with their arms and heads. After a few minutes, Travis was left unconscious on the ground, the group ran away before anyone saw them.

Travis woke up early in the morning, his body filled with scratches and bruises. He slowly limped his way home, he struggled greatly. When he got home, his father angrily yelled at him "Where were you? Go to your room!" Travis was surprised his father didn't care to ask about his scratches or bruises, so he simply walked to his room again, to be alone as usual.

About a week later, Travis was instructed to collect food for dinner, so he went to gather some seeds. After a few hours, he thought he had collected enough seeds to feed everyone and made his way back to the den. When he arrived there, he noticed many Pseudos were surrounding his home. He didn't ask anyone what happened so he just walked closer. His eyes immediately turned gloomy, as he saw his mother and father lying on the ground, dead. "What happened to my parents?!" A Pseudo replied, "someone found them dead inside the den but no one knows what happened. Why weren't you there to take care of them, huh?" Travis fell to the ground, staring at his parents, speechless.

After that day, Travis would stay in the den rarely going outside, not even for food. He had severe depression which caused him to have insomnia, break downs, and worse panic attacks. Refusing to eat caused him to become skin and bones as well. The news of the incident quickly spread around the neighborhood and even other Pseudo neighborhoods, but no one cared to help Travis.

Major WIP

I realize you used the parents died thing as well, but that isn't what made his backstory sad in my opinion. You used plenty of explanation how he was sad/had a sad story, but then you still added on to it.

Because I really liked the size of their form and used a good amount of writing to explain, Zath. is the winner of this Pseudo. Not only had they written plenty, but they also had art to go along with and illustrate.

[Audy]

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