[MotherMother]

Username: MotherMother
Name: Buzzard
Gender:
Favorite Object: Voodoo doll
Why?: wip!
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[Arthur Morgan]

Username
Gazoonia

Name
Aphra

Name origin
Enochian

Gender
Female

Favorite Object
Voodoo doll

Why?
Aphra is a bit strange. Of course, most people when told this do not immediately think
witchcraft. But Aphra is indeed a witch. Since she was small she has been enchanted -
if you will excuse the pun - by magic. She likes to practice spells and help others with
good luck charms and the like, and is slowly but surely becoming greater and greater.
You may be wondering how she got into witchcraft (really, it's a reasonable question)
and the answer lies in her upbringing, or more specifically the stories she was told as
a young viscling. She was always told stories of evil witches who kidnapped and ate
naughty visclings, but being the compassionate viscet that she is, she always pondered
the truth in these stories. But most of all she felt bad for the witches due to the amount
of prejudice they must have received. So she decided that she was going to change the
way people viewed witches. Or at least this is why she started out. When she matured
she began to realise that all the stories she was told were just that - stories. So instead
of being a witch to prove people wrong, she continued because she felt that it calmed
her and let her get in touch with the world, much like meditation. So she kept going
and she got stronger and stronger.
Her favourite use for magic is helping people. This is why she carries around a voodoo
doll. While she has many of the dolls for bringing good to different people, her first
voodoo doll is the most important to her not because it is her first, but rather because
it symbolises her mother who died of old age. She likes to keep it in a pouch wrapped
around her waist as it makes her feel like her mother is always near.

[Syd March]

Username: KyloRen
Name:
Gender:
Favorite Object: Pocket Watch
Why?:

[Snuggle_Bean]

Whhhhyyyy Shady......I Love This One Ahhh...But I Have 4 That I Am Trying Out For Right Now And I Don't Have Time Lol D:

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[TheKandra]

Username: TheKandra
name: Lark
Gender: Female (still single)
Favorite object: flower crowns
Why?: Lark has a reputation as a very free-spirited Viscet who spends most of her time in wheat fields, picking bundles of flowers by day and stargazing at night. She will follow different people around, dropping flowers on their doorsteps if they've been having a particularly bad day. Flower crowns represent her contentment and peace with her state. When they wilt, she makes a new one. She never truly wants anything permanent since she views her lifestyle as constantly moving and spreading joy. Some would call her a hippie or a gypsy, but Lark honestly just wants to spread joy to everyone she can, even if it's just with a bundle of flowers or the glimpse of a furry guardian in her beautiful crown of wild blooms. Her crown is typically made from yellow daisies interwoven with bluebells, wheat, and lavender, though in the wintertime she weaves pine needles and yew berries together.

[IamtheDragonborn]

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[iBrevity]

username;;
iBrevity

name;;
Ianthe

name meaning;;
a Greek word meaning "violet flower", it was the name of an ocean nymph
in mythology. Ianthe hates when someone tries to call him "Ian" and insists
on "Ianthe", feminine as it may be.

gender;;
male (dfab, he/him pronouns)

favorite object;;
Ianthe's favorite object is a single, rather small, silver earring. As far as he knows it is
pure sterling silver though he has never much investigated the authenticity of the
metal. It's about the length of his paw pad and hangs from his right ear, about halfway
down. He has had it for so long he doesn't remember getting his ear pierced anymore,
and the jewelry has become something of an extension of himself. The earring is
a stingray, with it's 'wings' spread and its head down. It looks like it's hunting, or skimming
along the ocean floor. It's constantly cool to the touch as it hangs about an inch
from his ear. He likes the reassuring weight of it dangling. When he runs sometimes it nudges
up against the shell of his ear.

why;;
Ianthe's mother raised him by the sea. He doesn't remember much of his childhood, the memories faded by time and distance, but he does remember well the rub of salt in his fur and the bite of seawater against his toes. He remembers the way his mother would look out on the ocean with a painful wistfulness in her eyes that he was too young to understand. She left him very shortly after he was grown, disappeared between the span of one night and the next, but Ianthe doesn't blame her for it; her heart always belonged more to the sea than it did to him.

The earring was a gift from her, as much as he can figure. His earliest memory includes the weight of the earring, then quite substantial in comparison to the thin skin of his young ears. He remembers his mother pressing her nose against the earring and exhaling across his neck and making him promise to keep it safe no matter what. Ianthe doesn't know when he was given it or even who put it in; all he knows is that it is the last thing he has of his mother, and he intends to keep it safe.

Even as an adult Ianthe is constantly conscious of the earring. When he's involved in fights he is always careful to give his opponent his other ear and to keep the pierced one flattened along the curve of his skull. He has learned how to walk nearly silently for when he hunts occasionally the stingray bumps against his jaw and makes a slight metal noise; he now moves with incredible precision, and is able to hold his head perfectly still when he must. He spends a great deal of time at the ocean still but when he ventures inland he appreciates the earring all the more; it is an inescapable reminder of his mother and his childhood and his inherited affection for the sea.

[LostFoxInTheStorm]

Username: LostFoxInTheStorm
Name: Noir
Gender: Male
Favorite Object: A quill pen, made from a burgundy coloured feather. It has a gold barrel over the top of the area where the feather leads into the tip (the part that would be attached to the bird), patterned intricately until it leads down into the dipping tip, similar to a fountain pen.
Why?: There are multiple reasons why Noir loves his quill pen.
First of all, he finds it to be quite beautiful, an elegant accent to his life. Burgundy being his favourite colour, he paid a lot to find a feather to fi his tastes, and when he did find one, he didn’t want to ruin it by simply cutting the tip like others. He paid a lot for it to be made custom, and so the pen is quite personal to him, like a little icon to represent himself.
Noir also prefers writing with his quill because it actually makes his handwriting neater. Just like you and me, Noir has a personal preference for what he uses when he writes and draws, myself preferring mechanical pencils and fountain pens, other liking ballpoint. It just so happens that he took a fancy for the old fashioned quill, and so he practised and perfected his handwriting with it. He struggles using other pens because he is now that used to using his quill.
Last but not least, the pen reminds of his first ever quill. It wasn’t a cheap one and it was given to him by his parents not too long before they died. The feather was that of a peacock’s, which that had blown his parents savings, but they wanted to make their son happy through the short time of sadness he was experiencing. They too got a nib inserted, but this wasn’t constructed as well as his burgundy one, and one day, the nib broke, blotting tiny dots of black ink all over the page. He didn’t have the heart to throw it away, so he paid for it to be repaired. Sadly, the pen never worked the same, and Noir lost it. He still hasn’t found it to this day.

(Eep, hope I'm not too late!)

[ShadyBro]

username;;
iBrevity

name;;
Ianthe

name meaning;;
a Greek word meaning "violet flower", it was the name of an ocean nymph
in mythology. Ianthe hates when someone tries to call him "Ian" and insists
on "Ianthe", feminine as it may be.

gender;;
male (dfab, he/him pronouns)

favorite object;;
Ianthe's favorite object is a single, rather small, silver earring. As far as he knows it is
pure sterling silver though he has never much investigated the authenticity of the
metal. It's about the length of his paw pad and hangs from his right ear, about halfway
down. He has had it for so long he doesn't remember getting his ear pierced anymore,
and the jewelry has become something of an extension of himself. The earring is
a stingray, with it's 'wings' spread and its head down. It looks like it's hunting, or skimming
along the ocean floor. It's constantly cool to the touch as it hangs about an inch
from his ear. He likes the reassuring weight of it dangling. When he runs sometimes it nudges
up against the shell of his ear.

why;;
Ianthe's mother raised him by the sea. He doesn't remember much of his childhood, the memories faded by time and distance, but he does remember well the rub of salt in his fur and the bite of seawater against his toes. He remembers the way his mother would look out on the ocean with a painful wistfulness in her eyes that he was too young to understand. She left him very shortly after he was grown, disappeared between the span of one night and the next, but Ianthe doesn't blame her for it; her heart always belonged more to the sea than it did to him.

The earring was a gift from her, as much as he can figure. His earliest memory includes the weight of the earring, then quite substantial in comparison to the thin skin of his young ears. He remembers his mother pressing her nose against the earring and exhaling across his neck and making him promise to keep it safe no matter what. Ianthe doesn't know when he was given it or even who put it in; all he knows is that it is the last thing he has of his mother, and he intends to keep it safe.

Even as an adult Ianthe is constantly conscious of the earring. When he's involved in fights he is always careful to give his opponent his other ear and to keep the pierced one flattened along the curve of his skull. He has learned how to walk nearly silently for when he hunts occasionally the stingray bumps against his jaw and makes a slight metal noise; he now moves with incredible precision, and is able to hold his head perfectly still when he must. He spends a great deal of time at the ocean still but when he ventures inland he appreciates the earring all the more; it is an inescapable reminder of his mother and his childhood and his inherited affection for the sea.

Congrats! I thought this was extreamly sweet and unique, such an awesome story all together <3
Enjoy!

[gp5]

Congrats! ^^