[sun struck]

Mark<3

[fish-soda]

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username: fish-juice ''' name: vicarious ''' gender: malexxxxx
moodboard: ✿ ❦ theme song: jinsang - egyptian pools

personality: Vicario lived as his namesake; on the outside of existence,
finding happiness from the lives of others but never so much in his own,
developing fears and other such mixed complex emotions based off the
ideals of others but never from his own experiences. His 'life' has been
laid out for him; this was not by his own choice, and never being able
to break the cycle of developing every aspect of himself directly from
others was maddening. Until now.

He had heard of Demersion, but didn't know if he sympathized with his
situation - he would love to, as his heart was unexpectedly soft for his
kind, but as no one else did, he couldn't. Demersion still roamed the
Earth; what he would give to be free to nature, to be his own spirit,
even if it cost something like a betrayal; to him, never knowing what
that felt like, it seemed to be a very easy price to pay for being free.

He was approached with what he had no other choice but to accept,
which he soon found himself very happy with. Should he find this lost
demon, he would be released from his curse, free to be his own
individual. He took it as a task of honor, something he earned. He didn't
realize they simply chose him because the reward they offered would
guarantee the task would be done, no hesitation or questions asked.
Otherwise, to them he was a spirit that had no other worth. He would
not receive what he was promised.

He found Demersion, and almost too easily - it felt as if the latter had
searched him out instead. The meeting was more than bizarre, it had
transformed him. The words Demersion spoke, the way their eyes met.
The barrier that looped Vicario's life in rounds of being a compilation of
other beings suddenly snapped, as he was no longer under influence of
the other realm, the other dark beings, and finally felt an emotion of
his own. He learnt how poorly he'd truly been treated, how suddenly his
life was his own. One of his eyes turned slightly brighter. The film over
them that was controlling him was broken. He stayed with Demersion.
He felt the flowers, around him and within him, sway within the wind.
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[Softea]

mark

[nermal1999]

username: nermal1999
name: Lincoln
gender: Male
moodboard:
theme song: I'm Still Here ( Treasure planet)
personality:

Lincoln has always come off as a no good rule breaker as he seems to always do as he pleases.

One could say the reason for this was because he never really truly had a father figure in his life. Now that isn't to say that Lincoln didn't have a father it was more like he was the type that was always going and never staying, and if he were to come home it would almost always end in a fight with his mother.

So Lincoln had to grown use to just being with his mother and the only memories of his father that he could remember were the ones that were best forgotten. And though he loved his mother there was always an empty place in Lincoln's life one that could never be replaced.

And though he did have his grandfather to help guide him through life it was never really the same especially when he would look around to see others with their fathers, and each time it was more and more painful as it was just another reminder of what he was missing.


So for most of Lincoln's life, he had locked himself away from the world and had slowly grown more and more free minded and do to the lack of better teachings in Lincoln's teen years he would often get into trouble, which only brought stress to his mother and at that point most came to know him as a trouble maker.

And though he has gotten better over the years, he could never seem to shake that Truble maker name from himself
As most still saw him as the same scared naive boy he was
Who could only cause havoc and destroy the peace.

At that point he became so sick and tired of it all and just wanted to escape the place in which he called home
he wanted so badly to reach out to the sun and see were it would take him, to see if he had a place in this world were he could be himself, but most importantly he wanted to prove that he was much more than what others saw him as, he wanted to show that he didn't need a father to be a man who other's could look up to, and he wanted to become someone, someone his mother could be proud of and change the way the world saw him.

He had regretted his past and wanted to become better he wanted to see things he never saw, he wanted to learn things he was never taught, and he wanted to experience life to it's fullest and let go of his dark past and spread his wings and finally soar to the person he is now.

And though Lincoln had lived a messed up life it didn't mean he was a messed up person it just meant that he had a hard road ahead to become someone he wanted to be but with the love and support of his mother and grandfather the road ahead didn't seem as far.

He wanted to be someone who was kind, someone who was understanding and patient, someone who could give love freely and not long for it in return, someone others could feel safe with, and enjoy being around.

He wanted to be able to smile and not feel guilty, he wanted to feel the warmth of the sun on his face and be able to let go of his fears and doubts and just live happily without the thought of others affecting his mind.

He just wanted to be noticed for who he is, not for who he was let alone who his father was, all in all he just wants to know that it's ok to be himself his true self.

And so through the years Lincoln has slowly been able to reach a better place in his life, a place we're he's able to be happier than he was. But he still struggles to connect with others. As he still has a hard time opening up and he still gives off a closed off feeling but he has enjoyed being able to travel around and learn new things about the world around him.

And no matter how far he goes he still holds the love for his mother close in his heart.

And though he still goes through life unnoticed by many
He's able to smile, and laugh, and enjoy he's life with those he loves beside him.


Thank you so much for the opportunity!!!
And for the one-day extension I really appreciate it!!

Good luck everyone!

[772/1000]

please forgive any misspellings and poor grammar I tried my best to fix any mistakes

[womp womp]

sobs ... mark

[chlorophyll]

username: Leafy.
name: Blake
gender: Male
moodboard:
theme song:
personality: ( 1000 words max. )

wheeze this is all ive got for now...
going to be a sort of country boy? def runs his own little farm and has a lack of social skills

[whim]

username: whim
name:
gender:
moodboard:
theme song:
personality: ( 1000 words max. )

oh!! mark

[deerbroken]

username: lavender towns
name: Faustus
gender: transmasculine [he/him]
moodboard:

theme song: ► Of Monsters and Men || Mountain Sounds
personality:
The wild.

Endless expanses of trees, animals, and freedom; these were the things that Faustus had grown accustomed to, had fallen in love with after he'd left his home. Now a creature of the woods like the animals he'd spent his life studying, he felt at peace with himself.

It was all too easy to fall into his place.

Hunting, gathering, and searching through the dense jungles of foreign planets, he would spend months or even years in one ecosystem, intensively studying the wildlife and flora of the area until he felt he could learn no more. Though it was seldom that he interacted with the modern world, at times he would donate his research and take interviews with other scientists, explaining his findings in depth. His peers were always ecstatic to hear his news, and would often propose new projects for him, giving a new planet's coordinates and a few inquiries they'd like answered. He tried his best to meet their needs, but his priority always lay within himself. He wanted to learn and cooperate with the world he became a part of, and he wouldn't interfere with the wildlife if it would cause harm to them in some way. It wasn't right.

When he travelled he also brought a friend along with him; one that strongly resembled a dog. However the little beast had no eyes, and its mouth opened up in a strange manner, the look of it more like a carnivorous flower or a monster from the sea rather than a dog. The little animal made a good companion, however, and after the creature had followed him around for several months he decided that he'd bring him along for the next trip. His dog seemed delighted, and ever since the two have been inseparable. Faustus and his alien pooch became one with each other, the two of them so in sync that they didn't need to speak to understand each other at times. It made hunting easier on other planets, and he never had to keep too close of an eye on his pet, knowing that if he sensed danger, Faustus would sense it as well.

After a successful trip he'd hop on his ship with his canine companion, fly out to the nearest gas station, and fill the tank up. He'd return to his home planet and greet the people he considered family, and take a few days to rest before contacting researchers with his information. He'd stay a month at most, and then it was back out to the wild; he could never stand civilization for too long. It didn't suit him anymore.

Once the next adventure started the two explorers would sail through space, looking for the next planet to research. Sometimes Faustus knew where he was going, other times he let fate take the wheel. No matter where he ended up, though, it was always exciting and new, the alien planet full of exotic plants and strange animals he'd never seen before.
[500/1000]

[waterglow]

Mark! Carlos needs a mans

[SilhouetteStation]

username: SilhouetteStation
name: Rebi
from the Japanese 'komorebi'; referring to the sunlight that filters through the leaves of trees
gender: male

moodboard: xxx

theme song: Lovely Day (Bill Withers cover)

personality: (754/1000)

He awoke to sunshine on his face. A shaft of sunlight streamed in through the window, unobscured by curtains, warm against his body. Blinking sleepily, he stretched luxuriously and lay still for a few moments. Outside, as the sun rose, he could hear the forest starting to awaken. Birds had began their morning call. Insects, shaking the sleep from their wings, were taking flight once more. A light breeze rustled the leaves of trees, and the trickle of water came from a stream nearby.

Sitting up, he let out a wide but quiet yawn as he began his own daily routine. He dressed, and put on his cloak to keep him warm against the early morning chill. It was almost ironic, really, considering the bed he slept on was raised only a foot or so above the stone floor. He'd gotten used to the cooler temperature by now though; his bare feet had walked the Temple's halls for many seasons now.

The stone building here was made up of four interlocking hallways; a square, which housed the main Temple at one end, and the entrance on the opposite wall. Between the walls, in the heart of this place, lay a garden. Flat stone pathways wove throughout the short, pale green grass. Thin wildflowers grew in random patches, which often had bees buzzing about. In one corner lay a water feature, with water constantly tricking down into a pond. In the center of all of this stood a statue, tall and proud and dotted with moss. A tribute to the swamp sprite, to whom this Temple was dedicated too. The sacred grounds lay in the middle of their swampy domain, and around this preserved area, the trees thickened and the land turned to bog.

For as long as he could remember, this had been his home.

He did not remember Before. He knew that he had been injured, yes. His fuzzy memories gave him glimpses of being picked up, of being taken care of in his room. A hand, cool but welcoming, touching his forehead. Hazy images of the swamp sprite herself, tending to him. When he woke up healed, she had gone; but he knew she'd saved him. She'd never tried to stop him from leaving, but he made his own choice to stay. Here he tended to her place of worship, even if few trekked out to visit; the swamp was, of course, a tricky place to navigate. He felt lonely sometimes, yes, but never alone. Not when this place was full of the sprites presence.

Sometimes he wondered if he'd had something to go back to; a place, a house, a person. But if he couldn't remember that, how could he be expected to make his way out of this swamp? He didn't even remember why'd he'd been in it in the first place. No, he was meant to be here. He'd decided that long ago. Something must have brought him here. He must be meant to be here.

With a small smile on his face, he touched the statue gently as he went by and walked up the stone steps into the main Temple. It was a large, spacious room. Many would say it was cold, and in the early morning, only dim sunlight made its way inside. He walked up to the second statue, this one taller, and moved to his knees. Lighting the incense, he breathed in the familiar floral, musky scent before closing his eyes and placing his palms flat on the ground.

Thank you, swamp sprite. Thank you for bringing me here and mending me. Thank you for watching over me then, and watching over me now. Thank you for letting me stay here and making this my new home.

He paused in his thinking, before adding on,

I do hope you will visit here soon so I may thank you in person.

Opening his eyes and lifting his head, he got to his feet once more and walked slowly outside. Yes, it was true he had never actually met the sprite who'd saved him. But he knew it had been her. And one day he would meet her, and thank her. Until then, he would just have to be content with waiting.

He sat down on the stone steps, basking in the warm rising sun, gazing around at the garden with a smile once again on his face. Even if I have to wait forever, he thought to himself, it's a rather lovely place to wait.