[Scei]

user;;

Miss. Scei

sima name;;

Amy or "Aimbot*"

*A cheat used to have the computer aim for them

gender;;

female

personality;;

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[DancesWithSquids]

user;; Danceswithsquids

sima name;; Llewellyn Calhoun
Pronounced 'CH-well-un', Llewellyn is a Welsh name meaning 'lion-like' or 'leader'.
Calhoun is a Gaelic name meaning 'From the narrow forest'

gender;; female

theme song;; 'Heartlines' by Florence and The Machine

personality;;
A practitioner of the Wicca religion, Llewellyn takes her beliefs very seriously and can often seem very stoic and sometimes uncaring or unfriendly to strangers. Truthfully, Llewellyn has a big heart, and can easily be taken advantage of, as she does tend to fall for nearly every sob-story she hears. In her younger days, she would do nearly anything for those in need, even putting herself in harms way for the sake of strangers. She's a bit embarrassed by this trait, having been tricked several times in the past, and thus tries to stick to a strict code of only giving trust to those who have earned it.
Earning Llewellyn's trust is still fairly simple; treat others, animals and nature with respect, show that you have no ill intentions, and be open minded and reasonable...It also never hurts to offer her a fresh picked apple, as they are her favorite snack and she has quite the weakness for them.
The fastest way to lose her trust is to insult her beliefs or insinuate she is in any way some kind of stereotypical broomstick-riding witch, which she takes as a great insult. Llewellyn also does not take kindly to liars and thieves, or cowardly types who abuse or bully those less fortunate than them. Bringing harm to nature is also quite offensive to her, and she is not afraid to give a verbal beatdown to anyone she finds littering or otherwise damaging the environment.

the red cloak;;
"Come along, little lion, we mustn't dawdle...we have something very important to get done today..."
Little Llewellyn looked up at her mother as they made their way through a crowded marketplace, busy simas bustling around them with many different and interesting wares for sale. A fruit vendor caught her eye, but her mother just laughed and led her forward, promising a treat once their business was done.
"Ah now, here we are, my dear..."
Llewellyn stopped behind her mother, peaking around to see the merchant stall they had traveled so far to visit. Many colourful bolts of cloth were laid out and draped around the stall, making it seem a bit mysterious, but a kindly old sima sat behind a table and beckoned the two to come forward. Her mother smiled at the merchant and began to speak to her, while Llewellyn began to look around at the many unique colours and patterns of cloth, amazed that someone could amass such a collection. She became so entranced by looking around a the different fabrics that she jumped a bit when her mother laid a paw on her shoulder.
"Llewellyn, it's time for you to take part in a Calhoun family tradition that has been passed down from many generations, and which I am now passing on to you..." She paused for dramatic effect, smiling and waving a paw over several bolts of cloth that the merchant had laid out in front of them while Llewellyn was distracted. "It is time for you to choose the cloth for the cloak you shall wear when you become a full blown mage. Choose carefully, we do not make this choice lightly, as we must stick to it."
Llewellyn nodded, and began to inspect the choices before her. Black, white, purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, and...red. When her eyes fell on the deep red colour, she felt a wave of warmth fall over her, a sense of things being right...Llewellyn knew her cloak would be red. She placed a confident paw on the bolt and looked up at her mother. "This one is right for me." she said, and her mother nodded.
"A bold and passionate colour for my little lion...You'll make a fine Fall Mage one day, Llewellyn."

a friend;;
Ouna the traveling merchant. She saved him from freezing to death in the woods during a particularly nasty winter, and now he visits her every fall, bringing apples from far off lands and spending several days with her to trade stories of events from the past year.

[DragonGlitch]

"Hey, Im Autumn, a magician who can control fall.:

Yes, it may seem weird, but its true. Autumn really CAN control fall!

"Yeah yeah, now onto the point."

[Adonis]

Res

[Arche]

Marking for later <3

[wucaian]

User
wucaian

Sima Name
Soren

Gender
Female

Personality
Soren is, like most of the fire simas, friendly and hospitable. She's also very kind, compassionate, and generous. She is always willing to help out a friend in need and she often volunteers around her village. Soren has a calm, almost reserved demeanor, though she is not stand offish or shy. She just doesn't have an overly forceful, or loud, personality. When she's attending harvest celebration or on other business she is friendly but has an air of professionalism. Soren can be excitable as well. She can get downright giddy when out in nature or learning magic, both being things she loves dearly. She is very passionate about her magic, spending hours every day learning, practicing, and perfecting spells. Soren is a cheerful sima and is also somewhat optimistic. She's one of those people that hums, and sometimes dances, while she works.

Theme Song
Soren's theme song is "Little Wonders" by Rob Thomas.

"Our lives are made/In these small hours/These little wonders"

This song is about treasuring every moment in life, even the small everyday things, because those are the things you’ll look back on and remember.

"All of my regret/Will wash away somehow/But I cannot forget/The way I feel right now"

The mood of the song fits Soren because she is a bit of an optimist. This song also fits her because she loves life. Soren’s not the type to rush through things, she’ll take her time and enjoy the tasks she sets out to do.

"Time falls away/But these small hours/These little wonders still remain"


Story
Soren knew she wanted to study magic from a young age. As a little kid her favorite past time was watching the adults and older children perform tricks with their magic. She would also sit and watch her older friends practice the spells they were learning. Autumn is the time of dying leaves, when the cold begins to creep in, and ghosts haunt the night. Yet autumn is also the time of the last great plenty, the season of the Great Harvest. All the riches of spring and summer are ripe and harvested so that the animals may feast and survive the winter. Soren loves this time of year, so when she was eight Soren began studying fall magic under a wise teacher named Auburn. Soren was an attentive student, everyday she was eager to learn and watched her mentor closely whenever he demonstrated a spell. She would practice and practice and practice until she could do the spells herself. Every time Soren learned a new spell she felt a thrill of excitement and accomplishment and would be smiling for a long time afterward. The day she finished her training and was named an autumn mage was the happiest day of her life. She loves every part of the fall season, from the changing colors of the leaves, to the frost that gathers on the cold autumn nights, and the roaring bonfires lit at the harvest feasts. Now that she's a fully fledged autumn mage, Soren visits other villages during their festivals to perform and bless the harvest. She particularly enjoys this because she not only gets to travel to different places during her favorite season; she also gets to share the joy of autumn magic with the simas she visits.

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[waterstar.]

good luck c:

[Novi]

if this isn't closed - and I'm hopefully assuming it's not - then here's my form ;v;

user;; underfaker
sima name;; Caesar
gender;; Female
personality;; Despite (quite obviously) being a girl, Caesar is one of the roughest, toughest warriors you will ever meet. She is quiet, strategic. She won't let her guard down unless she is one hundred percent certain there is no threat. And even if there isn't a threat nearby, her mind is always working. She speaks in a tone that would make one think she is of royalty; that she's of a higher rank than you. And in all honesty, she probably is. But does she let this power get to her head? Oh, heavens no. She's quite humble, to be honest.
Caesar, as her namesake suggests, is a powerful opponent. She leads a small 'army' everywhere, and they fight for what they want. (In all reality, she's just a gang leader.) Caesar is careful, but not too much so; she'll never show fear. She'd rather die a warrior than live as a coward.

gang members;; Castiel- Castiel is, more or less, the voice of reason of this gang. While Caesar is obviously reasonable and level-headed (enough), sometimes she needs a second opinion, and that's where Castiel comes in. He's her right-hand man.
Hamlet- Hamlet is a detective who's come to Caesar's aid quite a few times, and thus has joined her gang. It was never said, or made official; this just sort of happened. Caesar offers him help with a case, and, in return, Hamlet lets her off the hook for whatever she's in for. He's risked his job for her a lot, but hey; nobody's said anything yet.
Fritz- Fritz is one of the "Disaster Duo", as they're called, and he's almost the same as his brother - save for the fact that he's lesser known. However, he's moreso the "peaceful" twin; that is, he won't hurt you unless he has a good reason to. And he almost ALWAYS thinks of a good reason to hurt people.
Vincent- Vincent is the other half of the "Disaster Duo", and is probably the most well-known of the gang (aside from Caesar). He's not afraid to get his hands dirty, and will often use manipulation and brute force to get what he wants.
Serenity- Honestly, the only reason Serenity's in the gang is because she's (more or less) the boss's girl. Caesar adores Serenity, and keeps her by her side almost always. These two are nearly inseparable, and to be honest, might as well already be married. They sure act like it sometimes. And since Serenity is pretty likable already, she can keep the boys in check when Caesar's not around by simply asking nicely. Despite her disability*, however, Serenity is pretty experienced with her jewel power**, and can use her abilities to force the boys to stay in line.

*Serenity was born blind
**She has the power of the Mind Simas vuv

story;;

(Features Caesar, her gang, and Zevach)
The silent, accusing glare usually meant death for anyone on the receiving end of it. However, in this case, it only served as a challenge for the necromancer as he returned it with just as much fearless audacity. To top off his tenacious scowl, he threw in a smug little smirk.
That really annoyed Caesar.
The female gave an irritated little noise that rumbled quickly in the back of her throat. It wasn't a growl; more like the frustrated mewl of a child who couldn't get its toy. Nevertheless, Caesar stalked forward a bit more persistently this time, and spoke clearly, calmly - though it was obvious he was testing her patience.
"I'll give you one last chance, Zevach," she enunciated, glaring hatefully at the necromancer before her. "You can leave on your feet or in a gurney. Take your pick."
"Oh?" Zevach mused, a hint of a smile ghosting his face. "And why would I wish to comply to your demands? Oh, I know. It's out of the 'kindness in my heart', correct?" At this, he gave a dry laugh, his smile disappearing and replacing itself with a menacing glare. "Well let me tell you, there is no kindness left in my heart, my dear. I've lost that kindness; it's dead. Gone." The smile returned eerily. "Just like you'll be, in about ten seconds... Unless you let me go, that is."

The purple and black Sima across the room - Vincent - growled irritably, crossing the floor quickly to get at Zevach's throat. "You ain't gonna touch the boss, you hear?" he snarled viciously, to which Zevach replied with a silent raise of his hand. "What-"
"Silence, you fool," Zevach barked back. "You'll wake the dead with your screaming - and that's my job, thank you very much."
Vincent looked about ready to kill Zevach, but before he could lunge for the older male, a black and pink curly-furred Sima grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him back. "OW! Hey, what the heck, Serenity?!"
"There's no need to cause trouble, Vinny," Serenity replied quietly, tail lashing nervously towards the charcoal-colored male sitting a little ways away from them. "He... he is a necromancer, you know... What's to stop him from-"

"Killing you?"
Vincent and Serenity's heads whirled back towards Zevach, who was seated (quite calmly) in the foldable chair, his legs crossed and his hands in his lap. He leaned back, smiling creepily. "Why, technically, there's nothing stopping me from killing you all," he drawled on, seeing as they weren't going to talk anytime soon. "I could easily summon a few ghouls to come and rip you apart... But I won't."
"And why not?" Castiel, the smooth-skinned Sima, chirped curiously. "You have all the means - and reasons - to. Why not just end us already?"
Fritz - Vincent's twin - shot a quick glare towards Castiel. "You idiot, do you WANT to die?!"

Zevach chuckled at the blue and black Sima's obvious panick, and smirked towards him. "Relax, you little moron," he snapped harshly. "I'm not killing you because it would do me no good as far as my studies go."
Caesar, who had managed to remain quiet for this long, quirked her brow. "Studies?"
Zevach simply smiled at her. "Yes. Studies. You see, you lot... You lot fascinate me. I rather enjoy your little antics - you could be of great use to me in the future."

"Wait, wait, wait," Castiel said quickly. "Back it up. The only reason you're keeping us alive is because we're your entertainment?"
"Precisely!" And with that, the darkly-colored necromancer burst into laughter, causing the Simas surrounding him to jump in shock (and fear - only slightly on Caesar's part).
Vincent growled once more. "I've had enough of this guy," he snapped. "I say we just kill him and get him out of the way. What good is he to us alive?"
Caesar stared him down rather easily, stalking towards the younger and muttering quietly through clenched teeth, "His power is great; he could be of use to us, you imbecile. What good is it to us if he's dead?"

A loud yawn sounded from behind her, and Caesar's head whipped back to glare at the necromancer. "I apologize greatly, my dear," Zevach smirked, "but it appears it's past my curfew. I simply must be going..."
Caesar stepped forward. "Zevach, you're not going anywhere," she ordered sternly. "You are to stay here, and - HEY!"
The lights flickered before the bulb blew out. A few small screams were heard as Caesar and the rest of her gang scrambled to find and turn on the backup generator as soon as possible. But, it seemed, as soon as the generator was found and switched on, their efforts proved futile.
Zevach had vanished - without a trace, as always.

[rewind]

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Winner: Waterstar2002
RU: wucaian


Congrats you two, wucaian, your RU will be posted sorta soon