[augestines]

Reserve with the name Ryan

[AustrianAce]

Username: Austriagirl
Sima name: Phoenix (affectionally called Nix)
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Story:
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hhhh res <3

[gomi.]

Dropping out, too busy ^-^'

[bad2thebonedog]

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Bad2thebonedog


Caleaes aka Cal



Moral
Cal has a strong moral compass which means he only sees things in black and white, there are no grays. He always tries to do what's right even if that means he gets the short end of the stick. For him it's more important to do the right thing so he can rest easy at night.

Caring
His ability to love and care sets Cal apart from most simas. He has this habit of seeing the good in all things even if other simas cannot. He is the sima that you will find helping another sima down on their luck or even trying to befriend the loners of the world. He doesn't care were you come form or your past, he will treat you right as long as you do the same for him.

Cocky
Despite all his positive attributes Cal tends to be a bit cocky. He knows he's a stud and at times likes to strut his stuff and let everyone else know too.

Detached
Due to Cal's caring nature he tends to bite off more than he can chew. Basically he focuses all his time and energy into others and neglects himself. Cal has literally had to detach himself from most simas and instead prefers to focus his love and care onto only those he believes desperately need him. He doesn't like detaching himself but its the only way he can take care of himself and thus better care for others.

Advocate
Cal isn't afraid to stand up for what he believes in, even if it is dead wrong. He will fight for a cause that he deems worthy up until the bitter end.

Deceitful
At times Cal can be a bit deceitful but he only uses his deceit when it's for a good cause. Despite his strong moral compass and since of right this sima is an excellent liar. He can think of a lie on the spot and even spout it off like its the truth. Most simas fall right into his lies simply because they believe him incapable of such a devious act.


Using Kylo Ren
The fall leaves clung helplessly to the dark wooded trees as their bold orange, red, and yellow colors stood out against the grey clouded sky. “Looks like rain” Caleaes muttered to himself as he picked up his pace. The brown leather satchel filled with herbs clung to his side as he walked down the old trodden path. The Earth was silent save for the distant echoes of thunder roaring in the distance. The silhouette of his cabin could be seen sitting atop the hill.

Little drops of rain began to fall, dotting Cal’s thick black fur with dark spots. The rain never bothered him but drying his fur was another story entirely. The lion like sima pushed the wooden door of his cabin open and quickly slipped inside before shutting the door behind him. The male hung his satchel across the back of a kitchen chair and made his way to the fireplace mantle. He had been preparing for a day just like this and as a result a pile of firewood and kindling had already been stacked up in the old metal grate. Cal grabbed the pack of matches and struck the first match across the rough gradient. The dry wood and prepared kindling took off with little effort once the flame made contact. While the fire was growing in size Cal made his way back into the tiny kitchen. He filled an old metal teapot up with water and sat it atop the stove. While that was heating up he rummaged through his vials of stored herbs in search of his treasured tea leaves. “Gotcha!” he muttered absently pulling out the container.

The tea pot began to whistle just as a pounding came at the door. Caleaes froze in place his golden yellow eyes locking on the door. Who could that be? Nobody ever comes out to the secluded wilderness especially on a rainy day. I came out here to be alone not have visitors. Wearily the lion sima made his way to the door opening it up just a crack to peek at the stranger on the other side. By now the rain was pouring down, showing no signs of stopping. Cal could see no visible characteristics of the stranger at his door, he was clad in a dark black armor that covered most of his body. “Can I help you?” Cal asked his voice stern showing no signs of the uneasy feeling bubbling in his stomach. “I need some where to stay until the storm passes.” The other responded his voice cold and mechanical. Every voice in Cal’s mind was screaming for him to turn the stranger away yet his conscience had other ideas. Eventually his conscience won out and Cal invited the mysterious stranger inside.

The dark sima watched as the armor clad sima stumbled inside barely able to stay standing without the support of the door frame. “Here let me help you.” Cal muttered immediately rushing to the stranger’s side as instinct took over. By his grunts of dismay Cal could tell the other didn’t want this help but was in no position to object. Cal helped him to a seat just in front of the fireplace. “Do you want some tea?” he asked but no answer came only silence. Cal sighed to himself before returning to the kitchen to prepare two cups of tea. From the corner of his eye Cal could see the stranger removing his helmet, leaving only the tips of his ears visible from over top the chair back.

Cal took a seat just beside the other, handing him a cup of tea as he did so. Cal sat in silence sipping on his little cup of tea. Occasionally he would glance over at the stranger before returning his gaze to the flickering fire so as not to seem creepy. It wasn’t until he saw the saber, scars, slit red pupils, and wild electric like markings of the sima that he was able to realize his true identity. An instant sense of dread filled the male when he recalled the stories of the sima sitting beside him in silence. This was none other than Kylo Ren, the ruthless warrior whose name sent fear into the hearts of whoever dared speak it. His heart was supposedly as dark as the night itself.

Cal’s heart began to pound in his chest at the mere thought of everything that this sima could possibly do to him.
That’s when Cal noticed the noticed the metal trap clamped firmly on the other’s back paw. How can he just sit there staring at the fire like nothing ever happened? Does he not feel pain? Maybe I should offer to help? “Do you want me to help get that off?” Cal asked pointing towards the other’s leg. Kylo’s gaze drifted towards his wounded leg but still no answer came. This guy is infuriating! Why can’t he just talk to me? Taking a deep breath Cal shifted off the chair so he was crouched beside Kylo’s wounded leg. Kylo’s red eyes watched curiously but never did he once object. The only indication that Kylo had felt anything was from a grimace that Cal noticed flash across his face. After the metal trap was removed Cal thought it his duty to clean and bandage the wound.

Once the wound was tended to Cal returned to his seat, sipping quietly on his tea. “Thanks.” Kylo replied quietly his gaze still focused on the dancing fire. Glancing over Cal could tell Kylo had some what relaxed which was all he needed to know. Perhaps he isn’t as bad as everyone thinks. Perhaps I could even grow fond of his quiet company. Dare I say we could be friends? Maybe my one act of kindness towards him could shine a light into his darkness. Calm down Caleases you’re getting ahead of yourself.

[Yveltal]

Username: gallifrey
Sima name: Kylo (also goes by Kylo Ren for fun)
Personality: bold, smart, quiet, humorous, naïve, likes puns
Story: ahh wipp
Art: working on it ;n;

[inactive20000009]

Username: quillinx
Sima name: Magnus
Personality:

• laid-back and ineffective

Magnus tends to procrastinate and is sometimes called lazy; however, as he likes to say, laziness doesn't actually exist-- it's just a question of whether or not that task is worth your precious time, right?
• proud

Magnus is very proud and thinks highly of himself; he doesn't deal well with insults and perceived threats to his honor and has to be the best at everything he does.
• impatient

"If it's not happening right now, just call me when it does, okay? I'm a busy guy, I haven't got time to waste." //returns to idly napping under a tree
• diplomatic

When it suits him, Magnus is good at sorting out conflicts -- those that don't have to do with him, that is. If it personally involves him, he immediately loses all sense of perspective.
• perceptive

"Hey, what's wrong? ...Oh, don't give me that crap. I can see it in your eyes-- something happened."
• graceful

Magnus has a very easy speech pattern and manner of moving and is usually sitting in a relaxed pose, giving off a somewhat misguiding aura of grace and power.


Story:

LOST IN TRANSLATION
A One-Act Theatre Production Displaying the Possibly Unexpected But Quite Considerable Perks of a Passable Fluency in Multiple Spoken Languages and a Naturally Diplomatic Personality When it Comes to the Very Serious Business of Getting A Hot Date


(human(ish) au heheh)


(A table with three simas at it. A sima with a thick, dark mane faces the other two across the table, wearing a shiny name tag that reads MAGNUS and a fancy little hat.)

MAGNUS: Welcome to Magnus's Totally Legitimate and Professional Translation Services. Our translation service is the finest in the world, of course, because it is the most accurate. Let's begin.

SIMA 1: Please tell my partner... that I love her very much.

MAGNUS: (to sima 2) <He loves you very much.>

(Above the stage, a large electronic sign displays the translation in English.)

SIMA 2: <Mister, I know he wants to break up with me.>

MAGNUS: (short pause) (to sima 1) She loves you too.

SIMA 1: Oh. Well... Please tell her that... These last few weeks have been a truly unique experience for me, and that I would never give them up for the world.

MAGNUS: (to sima 2 in a confidential manner) <Are you upset that he's breaking up with you? He's pretty hot.>

SIMA 2: <No way. He leaves the cap off the toothpaste. And on our trip to Florida, he flirted with every girl we met! It was so embarrassing!>

MAGNUS: (to sima 1, after a moment's thought) She says... that she ... feels the same way. Especially about the trip you two took to Florida.

SIMA 1: (sweating) And tell her that... I'm really, really sorry about the thing with the live-in translator.

MAGNUS: (to sima 2, shocked delight) <You had a live-in translator???>

SIMA 2: (laughing) <It was a disaster. She stole all our silverware.>

MAGNUS: (to sima 1, artfully) She says it's okay. And that she didn't really like those spoons anyway.

SIMA 1: Okay... So could you tell her that she's been just amazing, and I couldn't possibly find fault with her at all, it's just that I think I've realized... I may not be ready for a relationship after all...

MAGNUS: (to sima 2) <He says you were amazing and it's all his fault because he's not ready for a relationship yet.>

SIMA 2: (with sass) <Tell him that I knew from the moment I saw his Sesame Street pajamas that he wasn't ready for a relationship.>

MAGNUS: (to sima 2) She says... she's... sad, but she's also... seen this coming for a while.

SIMA 1: (relieved) Good. (a little self-consciously) I'm not really that bad at relationships, you know, I just couldn't stand her family. Nasty prying lot. Had a bone to pick about my wardrobe.

(Sima 1 is wearing a rather fetching orange tie patterned with macaroni. Magnus stares at it.)

MAGNUS: (to sima 2, doubtfully) <...He insulted your family.>

SIMA 2: <Unsurprising... Hey, since I'm single now, I might as well ask. Are you free Friday night?>

MAGNUS: <...Only if you buy the drinks.> (to sima 1) She says she really enjoyed her time with you and hopes you can stay friends.

SIMA 1: Oh, okay. (Hesitates) Say, now that I'm back in the ball game... what would you think about catching a movie Friday night? If it's not awkward?

MAGNUS: ... Actually, I have a prior engagement on Friday, as it happens. Would Saturday work for you?

SIMA 1: Yes, that works! And, um... (glancing at sima 2) you won't ... tell her what we just agreed on?

MAGNUS: (also looking at sima 2, who smiles and winks) ... No, of course not.


Art:


coughs this is actually a self portrait of myself

[Ｍｉｓｓｉｎｇ✖]

//im not entering // ^^)/ ill do gift art for the winner !

[Samsherwoodc]

Username: Allen Walker
Sima name: Allen
Personality: stuck up - clumsy - proud - kind - trusting - blames others - distant/aloof - sadistic
Story:

Pencil to paper, I subconsciously stick my tongue out in concentration. Letting the words flow from my fingertips, my hands become stained with lead and ink as I hurriedly get the words onto paper, afraid that if I waited until later to do so, the idea would already be gone by then. I hold back a shrieking cackle, grin widely stretched across my lips- I can honestly say that the Cheshire Cat would be intimidated and impressed.

I was currently killing off one of my main characters in a story that I almost religiously posted for on my writing site of choice. The thing was, this certain character was loved by all of my readers- their favourite. The innocent one, the one everyone doted over. There had never been a comment against them, and I don't think their ever would be. It was honestly amusing feeling my own inner fan squirm and screech out as I wrote down word after word.

Ah, my sadistic side was coming out, taking over my hand and putting such agonising, descriptive details of the scene playing out. I switched point of view to a few other characters, worming my way into their thoughts and emotions as they watched in utter horror (of lack thereof) at what was happening in front of them. But that's when words words really picked up space- I had gotten to their main love interest- also just so happening to be who they were shipped with the most, hehe-, and them realising what was going on.

It was especially delightful putting into words how the dying character felt and thought right before they died. Ah, it felt so amazing being the author of such writing, maybe even just wonderful~. It was honestly bizarre in a content way how the wondrous words flowed, manipulating and calculating of every move, every thought, every scene that played out in the mind's eye.

It felt nice having others read my stories, no matter their response. The fact tht they take their time to even read just one story, one sentence, one word, written down by me is enough. It was peculiar, though, how much more beautiful and bittersweet it was. to write of any kind of death. But what got to me especially was always the curious, astonished horror of when you read or wrote of such atrocities that have actually happened.


What scares me, though, is that I can't remember which is based off of me: The killer, or... The killed?

((Allen is a writer of short stories going to link a story he wrote. http://sta.sh/0trgrryqwzb))
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[ravemn]

I'm just letting you guys know I'm closing this tomorrow when I get home from school!

11:00 am pacific time

[Samsherwoodc]

Goodluck