[yeena]

res name Kyle

" its a jersey thing.. * chesire cat smirk here *"

[olivionary]

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Hello, I'm Olivionary!



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I have chosen the name Hurley Bale for this adorable little Plumie.
- Hurley has no specific meaning as far as I'm aware - but it links to the Lost character.
- Bale means 'Living near the Castle Wall'

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Hurley is biologically male and doesn't believe other wise, however he does still have his feminine moments.

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Hurley is a rather outgoing young Plumie who carrys a big heart, told to be 'made of gold'. He is incredibly social and speaks with confidence, but he often tells the lamest of jokes. He finds himself humorous until others tell him how bad his joke was, this does give him a dose of low self esteem. This dose of low self esteem doesn't slow him down for long though, as he is soon up and running as he would usually!

He loves singing and baked beans! Sure it is rather stereotypical of a 'cowpoke', but he loves it! Camping and sitting around a fire with his guitar is basically what dear, old Hurley dreams of. He enjoys those nights where he gets to lay out in his sleeping bag and stare up at the stars above, he thinks it's beautiful and one day, Hurley hopes to share this with someone whom he can love.

He's also rather flirty when he wants to be, mainly when his has his sights set on someone in particular.

Naturally loving, Hurley also has a short temper and is one of those Plumies in which you do not want to get on the bad side of when they are already annoyed. I do not suggest delving into this side of Hurley as it can get nasty - he has done some terrible things.

Despite that, Hurley has a soft spot for young Plumies as well as animals - it also makes him a bit of a hopeless romantic. He is comforted by the concept of love, and being loved. He hopes to have children one day and show them the world how he grew up to see it whilst comforting himself with the nostalgia.

burn the things you love and burn the ashes;;

Some may say that Hurley puts on a facade as he abandoned his old home in Arizona to a small town in Texas, the reason? Not many know if I am perfectly honest but those who do pledge not to tell anyone else in the enitre world, so with that Hurley is trusting you to hold on to his secret. At least for now.

[stellulite]

Dropping out <3
Ill be watching tho c:
Good luck to everyone!

[Sable.]

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✿ ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ: Sable.
✿ ｎａｍｅ: Chevalier a name of French origin meaning "horseman; knight." He's more commonly called Chevy.
✿ ｓｅｘ: Chevy is a male plumie ♂

✿ ｗｒｉｔｉｎｇ: Chevy watched, leaning on a the fence, as his cousin worked with her horse; a brown mare. He sighed heavily, maybe he wasn't meant to be there at all. After learning where his parents came from, he wanted to get in touch with his roots, and hoped he would finally find somewhere he belonged. He never liked city life, everything was drowned out by the hustle and bustle. So, he made his way to Texas to live on the family farm. Things weren't going well though. "Chevy!" A sharp call came from the barn, "What are you doing, boy?! You're supposed to be helping your cousin!" His uncle scolded him continued on before Chevy could reply.

Chevy approached nervously, the bruises of a frisky horse he accidentally frightened seemed to ache more. "Uncle said I should help you," He spoke quietly as his cousin came over to him. "Come on then, it's fun! The horse bucking was an accident!" His cousin chuckled and swung herself out of the saddle to stand beside him. Laying a hand of his shoulder and giving him a sympathetic look she left, Chevy quickly grabbed the horse before it ran. "Hey!" He called anxiously, what was he supposed to do with the horse?! "Take her inside, I'll be there!" His cousin's voice floated from further away. He nodded, trying to forget the uncertainty he felt. He was terrible at all the jobs, and again he didn't know what to do!

"Don't just stand there!" His uncle hollered. Chevy had decided to wait for his cousin to show him where the mare went. Unfortunately, his uncle came by. "We got work! Look boy, maybe a city boy like you doesn't belong here!" He shouted, giving Chevy a scowl. Finding his cousin looking at him with dismay, he figured she felt the same. "You know what?" He began, taking a breath. "I do belong here! My family is here, and I actually like it here. I like learning this stuff, and I like being able to see so far away the sky and the land blend together, and I like this farm and I like these horses. I belong here!" He cried, frustration causing tears to well up in his eyes. His uncle gave him a look of shock, and fell uncomfortably silent. Eventually his uncle cleared his throat. "Well, I uh, didn't know what this meant to you," He spoke quietly, which Chevy thought was strange for his uncle. "I want to be here, but not to be treated badly, I just wanted find my roots and I... I thought maybe I'd found somewhere I belonged." His uncle scratched his chin, then nodded. "You deserve it, boy. No one's ever talked to me like that. I'll give you another chance, but you have to keep up," His uncle said and walked off. "Thank you, you won't regret this!" Chevy starred after his uncle with a huge grin. This really was the start of something new. [499/500 words]

✿ ｅｘｔｒａ (ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ): Chevy is a lost plumie, a confused boy with a toe in each world. He misses his parents and the city, the place he grew up in, but he feels as though he needs to prove to himself and his family in Texas that he's more than some incompetent city boy. He adapted quite well from the crowed buildings to the open stretches of land, but he still has a long way to go before he can prove to anyone the farm is where he belongs. Chevy is a sweet boy, but he constantly worries about letting those around him down. It takes a lot for Chevy to stand up for himself. He wants to make his friends and family proud, but he doesn't believe no matter what they will be proud of him. He's gentle and a bit shy when making new friends, and although he thinks all the farm animals hate him, they seem to have taken a shine to the softly spoken Chevy. Chevy is trying to push himself out of his comfort zone in order to fit in with his family. He can't collect the eggs without breaking a couple, he can't get the horses to ride anything quicker than a trot and he'd definitely be no use herding the cattle, but he keeps trying no matter what. Chevy just needs to find his groove, he's a bit thrown off in such a strange environment but he's slowly getting into the rhythm of things. One day, Chevy will see he was getting better the whole time. [300/300 words]

✿ ｅｘｔｒａ (ｓｔｏｒｙ): "Come on, Chevy! We haven't got all day!" Chevy's uncle called to him and Chevy hurried to catch up. His uncle had decided Chevy was ready for his own horse. He may as well learn about horses with a horse of his own. "Are you sure I can do this?" Chevy asked nervously, looking around the stable stalls filled with many horses of different ages and colours. "I'm sure boy, you have to give yourself some more credit, really Chevy," His uncle replied, looking around the horses as well. "Ah, my old pal!" He exclaimed, greeting a plumie. "My nephew here is looking for his first horse," Chevy's uncle continued and pointed at Chevy who gave a shy wave. "Well, I think I have a couple perfect for you lad," His uncle's friend led them to some stalls. One housed a young bay horse, while in the other was a chestnut horse. "Take you pick, I'll even let you keep their riding gear." His uncle's friend departed with a wink. "Which one do I choose?" Chevy wondered while his uncle checked both horses over. "Healthy as, well, horses," His uncle chuckled at his own joke. "I'd say pick the chestnut one, he has a good spirit," His uncle replied, meaning the horse seemed more lively than the chestnut one. "I think... I want the chestnut one. It's quiet, just like me," Chevy decided. "Are you sure?" He uncle replied, sounding confused. Chevy nodded.

Chevy carefully held out an apple to his new companion, the chestnut horse. He smiled fondly as the horse looked at his warily, but took the fruit. "It's okay, I know you're going to be a great horse," He whispered to the horse. Maybe he was starting to finally fit in on the family farm after all. [300/300 words]

[Balmino]

Username: EnderWolfie (I'm a non-owner ^^)

Name: Bobby McLean

Sex: Bisexual Male

Writing:
Bobby is a kind hearted western plumie who enjoys riding out into the wild west with his beloved horse named Dez. He has a very strong texas accent and loves spending time with his best friends in a local pub. Bobby rarely gets moody with his friends and always finds a way to get through all kinds of problems and solve them.
Since Bobby was young kid he has always dreamed of changing the world, destroying the badness and glorifying the greatness and beauty of Earth. He loves nature and always will, and absolutely loves bringing his friends together to hang around. One of the most important things to Bobby is his friends. He has never let them down and never will, and always gives them good advice when they need it. Forever, Bobby will be a wise, warmhearted and welcoming plumerian. That will never change. Never.

Extra:
Extra: One of Bobby's favourite hobbys is playing his beloved instrument, the banjo. He plays it every night with his folks sitting around a fire. Bobby also enjoys singing along to the song he is playing on his banjo and his friends do tend to join in too.

[P0RTLAND]

Username: yappinqs, im a non-owner!
Name: Adalric, which is a masculine German name.
Sex: Adalric is female, but they prefer male pronouns.
Writing: (500 word max)
Extra: (1 art or 300 words)
Extra: (1 art or 300 words)

[slasher // twig]

Username:
Name: Short explanations okay
Sex: Gender can be included
Writing: (500 word max)
Extra: (1 art or 300 words)
Extra: (1 art or 300 words)

[Amberlilli]

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[cheesewedge]

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username: cheesewedge. feel free to call me cheese, or whatever floats your boat. this is the first plum-
ie i've ever entered for. (though i've been stalking the thread for quite a while. cx)

name: laskey ride. he's carefree and compassionate, though a little bit of a loose cannon. what's so spe-
cial about the name laskey? it originates from anglo-saxon, i.e. relating to or denoting the germanic in-
habitants of england from their arrival in the 5th century up to the norman conquest. this plumie just
seems a little... german-ish to me, i really don't know why. eue

sex: male, guy, dude. heterosexual.

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laskey ride hails from a british family, originally from germany. he immigrated from germany at a very young age, and has lived in the center of the great state of texas for pretty much her entire life. he is a great multitasker, and works very hard on his ranch. starting from sunrise to sunset, he pulls weeds, feeds livestock, and cleans up his house, all in a very efficient manner. he tries not to get into too many fights, though he does have a sharp tongue and a way with words, making some of his words cut through the bone, and others heal any bleeding wound. he's an absolute genius at planning pretty much anything, and always has a plan for anything he ever does. he has a passion for playing the violin, and has spent countless sleepless nights composing, playing, and listening to music. he grew up an orphan, and invented his own last name. growing up on the rough streets of london, it's a surprise that he's this intellectual. he has trust issues, and has very strong 'spidey senses'. he's an extremely functional plumerian, and is a little too independent for his own good. he enjoys solitude, and doesn't have strong people skills. he's quiet, but not shy, and has a great sense of humor. he is talented with hunting, and tries to eat everything organic. he pretty much has a wall built around him, protecting him from any sort of leering. this is both a pro and con. sometimes, he resembles a emotionless rock, which makes him very hard to talk to and gain any sort of reassurance from. he isn't very good companionship, but he does do a very good job with cooking things from scratch. he improvises and changes his mind a lot, and most of his plans are a little crazy and weird. they usually end up with some horrible consequence, and maybe broken limb or two. he's extremely competitive, and if he has his mind set on something, he will do almost anything to reach his goal. if you earn his respect and trust, (which is quite a feat), then he remains loyal, and sometimes a little to single minded. he depends on logic a lot, and has a way of speaking with a mocking lit to his voice whenever he feels angry or annoyed. he isn't that gifted with hand to hand combat, and uses his lithe and agile body to defeat his opponent. he is fast mentally and physically, and is usually uses sarcasm to annoy and confuse his enemies. if you get to know him, you will discover that he actually is extremely compassionate, and is quite considerate to his loved ones, and people he respects. he has a habit of throwing some people on a high pedestal, and sometimes follows others a little too easily, a little too blindly.
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laskey hits home quite hard, and a little too perfectly. first of all, i happen to live in texas. i can tell you that we arn't your stereotypical cowboys and girls, we just say y'all a lot. i've rode plenty of horses, but i can assure you that car do indeed exist, and i still haven't seen a tumbleweed roll by yet. lets continue. laskey's coloring is amazing, and reminds me of an indian paintbrush. his bandana and feathers also contrast very nicely with his fur, and his jacket was a genius idea. the horseshoe indention on his paws are also perfect, they just help remind me more of a horse. i'm not that big of a fan of country music, (don't hurt me ;v;), but i can make an exception for 'gone country'. it makes a great theme song for him. he also reminds me a lot of home. i moved very recently, to a bigger town in texas, and it contrasts greatly from the small town i come from. homesick doesn't begin to describe to how i feel these days. the violin thing came from my own subconsciousness, i play the violin and piano. it's a great way to lose yourself and sort of loosen up. the london/german idea simply came up by accident. a friend took one look at him, and immediately told me that he was german, so what better way to use the surname 'laskey' as his name? i plan to roleplay with him, and get a lot more art made. all in all, the main reason i want laskey is that he just reminds me so much of my current life. c: thank you for considering!
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extra #2 from the amazingly talented kaden!

[CompleteCuriosity]

Hi, I'm Banana.! I currently own 1 plumerian from the non-owner contest.

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