[Byrdee ★]

I'm going to give it a go :>

[inactiveaccount713]

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[GressgrinAST]

oh my goodness. mark.

[Sheer]

Name: Omri Devadas - He answers to Dasa
Name Meaning: Omri - Possibly means "life" or "servant" in Hebrew (or a related Semitic language). This was the name of a 9th-century BC military commander who became king of Israel. He appears in the Old Testament, where he is denounced as being wicked. Devadas - Means "servant of the gods" from Sanskrit देव (deva) "god" and दास (dasa) "servant".
Gender: Male
Personality: Dasa is a very sweet and kind hearted gentleman that would give his life for anyone that were in danger. He doesn't do the things he does for glory or admiration. Dasa is the way he is because he doesn't know how else to be. This is the only way he has ever been and the only way he will ever be. While he can sometimes look a little scary at first glance, however that always changes the second he smiles at you. While he is nothing but friendly to the innocent he can be just the opposite to those who threaten the peace around him. He is an incredibly skilled fighter despite having only one arm.
His Story: Dasa was born in a small shack with nothing but his mother a few blankets and some warm water to greet him into this world. His childhood was a bit rough, he was rather sickly when he was an infant and it gave his mother many troubles as she didn't have the money to get him proper treatment so he usually went without. They also didn't have the luxury of toys or fancy foods, their dinner was usually just some bread, water, and maybe some fruit if they had been lucky enough to trade for some. While still a child he earned money for his mother and himself by basically being a delivery boy and running things all over town or even to the neighboring towns for anyone that needed it. When his teen years came along he got a more steady job working as a blacksmiths apprentice. His mother passed away shortly after. While this hurt him tremendously he only let himself hurt in private and kept a smile on his face otherwise.

Some years later he actually surpassed the blacksmith he had studied under but he continued to work for him. Every morning he would come in and work his hands to the bone out of pure loyalty and desire to better himself. It was kinda rare for him to get into trouble but there were a few scuffles where he'd butt his nose into where it didn't belong just because it involved someone who wasn't strong enough to defend themselves. One day this involved a small child and a royal guard that had noticed the child had stolen something. Dasa offered to pay for what they child stole and stood in front of the young one in order to body block them from the guard. However this guard was not having any of this and demanded blood for compensation. He shoved Dasa aside then drew his sword to attack the young child. However Dasa threw himself back in front of the child leaving his arm to take the brunt of the damage. His arm now impaled by the guards sword Dasa yelled to the child to run as fast as he could. The child now gone Dasa turned his attention back to guard and simply stated "You've got your blood now take the money and leave." He did just that, the guard removed his sword from Dasa's arm then wiped it clean and put it back in it's sheath before climbing back onto his horse. As the horse walked away he looked to Dasa who had been grasping his arm and cruelly stated "You're a fool for trying to save the boy, you may have suffered for his sins today but you will never save him from this world." The guard had disappeared from sight soon after that, blood dripped from Dasa's fingertips and he soon lost consciousnesses. After being treated an infection had soon set in and Dasa's arm had to be amputated.
Not allowing this to stop him Dasa single-handedly used his knowledge gained from being a blacksmith, to craft himself a perfectly functional metal arm. Once his arm had healed he went back to work just as he always had, still protecting those around him no matter the cost to himself. However his scuffle with the guard that day had drawn him some unwanted attention. There had been word that the king of these lands had fallen ill and having no successor known to anyone but himself he released information that he did have a son. Some days later a royal messenger arrived at Dasa's little shack.
What I imagined he would look like as a human: ^^
800/800

[gomi.]

Name:
Mike

Gender:
Male

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Personality:
Mike is a strange one. He's very friendly and kind, and is always going out of his way to just say hi or brighten up someone's day. He's very cheerful and optimistic, all the time, to the point where it gets creepy. He always seems to have a content smile on his face, no matter the situation. If you ask him about it, he just plays dumb. In fact, he's also very naive, not really getting when people are serious, and pretends not to notice/not to know when you ask him about his leg. He tends to be a bit risky, leaping into things without thinking. He's also a doctor, skilled in healing, and very knowledgeable about different diseases. However, he also has narcolepsy, and tends to fall asleep at very inconvenient times.

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A tattered voice recorder lays on the ground. There's a date on the screen. 1/22/xx.

1/22/xxxx
*A young, male voice clears his throat, then starts talking.* As of the recent outbreak, I've been assigned to research Misotesis-J Andromeda strain #2724, or MJA. I've been advised to be careful, as the virus is highly contagious and very deadly. I've been observing it for a few days, but nothing is happening. It seems the virus works slowly. A bit boring, but I can work with it.

2/2/xxxx
It's been a few weeks. Still, nothing has happened. Perhaps I underestimated it... haha... Even so, I've never been out-waited by any disease before. In a few days, it'll start, and I can get working on a vaccine. *a voice is heard in the background. However, it's too quiet to make out.* Hahaha! Yes, I suppose. Oh! This is my assistant, Shirley. *A teen, female voice speaks.* Hello! This is Mr. M's voice log. S' dumb, if ya' ask me, but he wants to record his findings. Don't really see the point. *Giggles from both voices are heard, before Mike speaks again.* A Shirley said, nothing has happened. However, it's just a matter of waiting.

2/29/xxxx
*Mitch sighs. His voice is gravely, like he just woke up.* Uh... Still... nothing has happened. MJA is inactive...

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Haha... To be honest, i'm getting a bit impatient... But... Uh... Yeah. *You can faintly hear Shirley's voice.* Cmon Mike... lets.... to rest...

2/30/xxxx
*Mike sighs. He sounds angry, like it's taking all he has not to strangle someone.* Haha... Hahah... MJA... it's STILL isn't active. I'm really *expletive* tired of this. I'm done with waiting. I'm taking matters into my own hands. I've decided to inject the virus into my leg, to research it first-hand. Shirley, please. *There's a pause as Shirley takes the recorder. You can hear her faintly sobbing.*

3/4/xxxx
How funny. In lab conditions, MJA doesn't act. However, I've already gotten a fever, and my paw feels numb. Nothing significant has happened yet. In fact, It's almost unnoticeable!

3/10/xxxx
The fever has gotten worse, and I can't feel my leg. It seems MJA sticks to one part of the body, however, as only my left foreleg is out of commission.

3/14/xxxx
The virus is getting worse, and fast. I have a constant migraine, fever, and ache in my leg. It's hard to keep anything down. Although sick, I am actually very happy. If I hadn't taken action, I wouldn't have gotten all this information! Perhaps... A vaccine really is possible.

3/16/xxxx
*Shirley speaks. Her voice is scratchy, like she as a sore throat.* Mike... he.. he... *She takes a moment to sob.* And I...I caught it. *hic* I can't let him know. He really cares about me and... *hic* I don't think I can do it anymore. I'm so... tired... *She repeats the last few words over and over, until it slowly grows quiet. The log suddenly cuts out.*

3/17/xxxx
Shirley... Shirley is... *He clears his throat.* I must have... transmitted it... and she didn't tell me. *There is a long pause. Mike starts crying.* I'm so sorry, Shirley. *hic* ... I'm so...

3/19/xxxx
God, it hurts. My leg, my head, they're on fire. I can't eat. I can't drink.... I can't sleep. I fear that... again... I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands. I think... I have a... *rustling is heard in the background.* Ah, yes. I'm going to... amputate my leg.

3/19/xxxx
*Mike speaks. He sounds extremely tired.* I did it... It was a bit hard... My vision was blurred by the sedatives.. but... I think it's a clean cut. I decontaminated, and patched the amputation. As soon as the leg was out of the picture, I recovered. Strange, but I'm not willing to test it again.

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I'm out the laboratory doors now. If I never see this place again... haha... it'll be too soon.

*There are no more recordings.*

{800 words in total}

[angelshy]

Username: Angelshy
Name: Cadenza “rhythmic”
Gender: Female
Occupation: Handicapped ballet dancer
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Her leg:
Cadenza, who is more often known to others as Cadence, has always never had a leg. She was born without her leg and has learned to live in the manner in which she has one less leg. The more one thinks about it, the more it seems to be extremely difficult and a stressful lifestyle with no ease of transporting oneself to varying places. However, for Cadence, she wasn’t going to allow her life to spiral downhill into an abyss of regrets and doubts. Once she was old enough and could no longer bear the embarrassment of her family and friends aiding her in everything, Cadence procured her own leg with materials from various garage and yard sales. With the help of her loving companions, they were able to attach this new leg for her. This served as her inspiration to show that she could do anything and not even her leg would stop her. So, she followed her dream of becoming a prima ballerina.
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The trying times:
This was definitely a struggle. The new adjustments she had to make to fit the prosthetic leg and dance in them even was a bit too much―baby steps were key to success. And she wouldn’t give up. She lived through all the trials and tribulations, taking one step at a time and eventually she worked the kinks of her leg and made it work. Whenever she’d plié at the barre, the sound of squeaking would be emitted from her leg and ears were plugged in haste as she’d turn away, hiding the flush plastered on her face as she applied liberal amounts of oil. But, soon this had passed and she could continue on to the more flexible exercises which allowed her to leave the barre and try floor techniques. Most cases, her leg would give way and a terrible echo of it clanging sent metallic shivers down everyone. But, Cadence would get up from her ungraceful falls and try again. This had all paid off when, finally, she had reached the final stage―pointe.
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It’s not easy Madame . . .
“Please Madame,” Cadence begged earnestly, “I don’t think it’s a good idea. Not yet, I’m not ready!”
Madame bent her head and tilted, examining the fit of the pointe shoe that was secured around her prosthetic leg, “Retie your shoes.”
“But Madame―”
“I thought you told me you wanted to reach pointe, did you not?”
“Yes, but, please―”
“Then do as I say, do you understand Miss Cadenza?”
“But―”
“Tsk.”
Silence.
. . . Cadence was confident she could to get this far. She’d always been since the very beginning. But, now that she was finally here, it suddenly all seemed awfully hard . . .

Her paws worked furiously while the rest of the pointe class looked on solemnly as she undid her laces and redid them once again so they wouldn’t slide off her prosthetic leg so much.

But, the laces kept slipping. It stayed loose, not taut, and Cadence was more nervous the longer she fumbled with the silky fabric of the laces. She began shaking as she felt Madame’s eyes boring into the back of her head.

After a few moments that felt like forever, Cadence gave up and had broken a dainty sweat that trickled cold and wearily down her forehead.

“Madame, I cannot dance on pointe, I’m sorry.”

Something had most certainly gotten into her eyes as she felt the mix of hot tears and cold sweat intertwined at the tip of her snout. They dribbled down her neck and she wiped it away quickly.

“This is impossible.”

Cadence couldn’t believe herself. She was giving up just like that. After all the hardships she had gone through, she couldn’t even make it any farther than this. She could feel the determination that had once coursed freely within her veins swiftly draining out. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Her hard work . . . all for nothing in the end.

But, the students were having none of it. Soon, Cadence could sense the floorboards tingling beneath her as they moved, encircling her, all wearing their perfect pointe shoes. They surrounded her and all of a sudden, an outburst of cries and shouts erupted from her fellow students as they all began reaching for her all at once. Soon Cadence was lifted up onto her paws and soon they were lifting even higher.

She was sure she was going to faint.

Madame was right there too, prancing around them, frantically calling encouragements as Cadence kept being lifted higher and higher . . .

Until . . .

She was finally on pointe.

Mission accomplished.
[ 429 words ]

Ｔｏｔａｌ ｏｆ ［８００ ｗｏｒｄｓ］

Credits:
Kokoro art by me (here is the non-shaded/non-glowing clearer version)
Other images found through Google image search

Wip <3
note to self | ends on feb 18
finished ! c:

[Hunibea]

wip on art

name takanix
gender feminine
how did she get her prosthetic leg? she was born without a leg so when she got older she ended up making one for herself so that she could move properly easier
favorite color she likes dark colors but her favorite is black
hobbies painting, drawing, creating all kinds of things, helping others
personality nice, caring, helpful, kind of a cheerer-upper

[Egeria Sagus]

Marking

May just watch. Not sure yet

[Blumoonwolf]

Marking, this one is stunning!~

Kind of a limited impress me:
- limit 1 art piece
- word limit: 800
- you can write anything you want as long as it stays within the limits
- no extras

Name- Lyris
Name Meaning- A star constellation, but also a variant of the instrument- lyre. Much like a harp.
Gender- Female
Personality/History-
Her Instrument-
"Hello, little bird."
"Daddy!" She screeched, flying into him, and nuzzling him. "You're finally home!"
"Yes, and I brought a present." He murmured, shrugging a tiny string instrument out of a satchel.
It was shining oak, gently polished and lined with silver.
She let out a gasp of surprise, her eyes as wide as saucers, as she gently lifted it from his grasp.

I love how this one turned out!

[gotsalt?]

reserve with the name Hallow