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The ancients would refer these rare creatures as fables. Like the big bad wolf,
Bigfoot and snow white, these mysteries are told in stories, living in the minds
children and readers all throughout the world. They are believed to dwell and
thrive in the untouched parts of the world, meaning that their numbers have
been, and will continue to, decline. With how much humans are taking a toll
on the earth, these creatures have been believed to be extinct for nearly 200
years. Appearing only as a sign, they are thought to protect the creatures of
the wild. Seeing one in day light is said to mean you're true of heart, which
would explain why they have been in hiding for the 200 years humans have
been tearing up the world. Not much is known about these creatures as, said
before, they've never on account been seen. Only legends exist regarding
their existence. ♔ ♕ ♚ ♛

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Hi there! I'm default; a current non owner who's been searching for the one
plumie to steal her heart, and well, she's found it.

I myself tend to try out for some plumie's, the reason tends to be that I simply
like the design and I think it would awesome be to own and possibly draw art
for, but this one is the complete opposite. I'm not saying I've fallen in love for
the fact that this plumie is very rare, i'm saying this because honestly, this
mystery has stolen my heart. Flat out, the reason would have to be that they're
gorgeous. The mixture of colors with the horns and the wings just takes my
breath away every time I look at her. Anyone could look at this plumie and
instantly fall in love, but I myself am going to try my best to become the owner
of her. ♔ ♕ ♚ ♛

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This beauty's name is Seraphina, meaning an angel of the highest order. This
name highly suits her considering she has the view of an angel, along with her
wings making her a one of a kind plumie. She's only referred to by this name,
with not many people in her life she has no one to share a filling nickname
with. If she's in a good mood, however, she might let others call her by her
only taking nickname, Phina.

She tends to be a well mannered gal. She's taken the responsibility of having
a authority over her homeland and the animals that inhabit it, so unless the
day is peaceful enough or if she hasn't had to many problems with invaders
she tends to be in a good mood, though she is somewhat snobby in her own
manner. She doesn't like to think of herself as something more than the
other plumie's or animals but she sometimes can't help it. She helps out
wherever she can most, but unless she's feeling up to it depicts whether or
not she will help others. Unless it's a a ridiculous request, she does the best
she can at helping others.She tends mostly to the worst of problems, such
as injuries or invading enemies.

Personality; I've told you quite a bit about her already, but it doesn't cover
it all. She is a soft hearted plumie who does her best to make others happy
by tending to their needs over her own.. most of the time. She tries to make
others day by taking her time to fix their problems, but if it comes down to
it she sometimes won't be up to it. In the community there tends to be
pranksters and tricksters who think Phina would be a fun target to mess
with, but they don't understand how stressing and time consuming it is to
deal with all of their jokes.

She can differ from a caring plumie, to a cold hearted witch. With the flip
of a switch she can turn herself on everyone else. She has learned to
somewhat control herself in these attacks, yet she still hasn't worked out all
of the kinks. She can't do much damage other than messing with some other
plumie's and trashing their houses and yards. Over the time she's learned
that the best place to calm herself is in the Weeping Willow on top of the hill.
The Willow is a place her mother used to take her when she was younger..
a most innocent plumie, one who didn't quite understand what it meant at
the time to have her mother with her.
wip!

[waterstar.]

The people say they hear the whispers- but they don't. They hear the voice. The voice of a man who is claimed to roam the forest, killing people. Most people believe these tales, but are they really true? No. It all started with a legend some crazy 'storyteller' decided to spread... I'll read it from the book. . .

There once was a woman who was said to live in a jungle cottage, far from any villagers or townsfolk. She often spoke to the creatures of the forest. She had one son, who went away for a few weeks. When he came back his mother was not home. He waited and waited for her to return. She never did. He grew hurt and pained with sorrow. In his anguish, he killed all who entered his forest. He was never caught on camera- if he was the tape was destroyed. The people no longer entered the woods. Laws banned people from entering. No one has been in since.

Now. If you ask me, these woods are anything but haunted. I bet that boy is the one who keeps this forest booming with flowers and animals roaming their once joyful paths. I will prove them all wrong. There is no killer. He is lost and lonely. If he still lives, I promise you, I will find him and release him from all his pain.

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name ; Silas
meaning ; from the forest
nicknames ; Sil
size ; small big cat
gender ; male
origin ; somewhere in Australia
age ; unknown
types ; #809745
motto ; Life may put you down, but try to stay up

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about the adopter ;
heyy! i'm water and i really like lowercase letters ovo ! aside from that- i am a non owner and i look forward to winning my first plumie! i am into several other species, mainly being parrapups and simas. i've tried for a few other plumies, but the closest i've gotten is an honorable mention. So i'm hoping i can change that here, but i'm a good sport, so if i don't win, i'll move on vuv

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why I chose his name? ; I chose his name because the legend states he is of the forest. His

birthday -- January 20
birthstone -- Garnet
element -- earth
ruling planets -- Saturn
symbol -- ♑
life pursuit --
To be rid of the awful legends
vibration -- strong, leader
secret desire -- hopes to find
a good friend to hang with



name just fits him so well. I feel like it is definitely a name that describes him. Silas actually means 'of the forest' or 'God of trees and forests' in Latin.


physical appearance ; --------------------------------------------- hobbies ;
coat ; browns and greens--------------------------------------- - singing
eyes ; blue | pawpad color ; ✖ ------------------------------ - browsing woods
birth defects ; | disorders ; ---------------------------------- - running
height ; 6'2 | weight ; 120 lbs--------------------------------- - fishing
scar(s) ; none | tattoo(s) ; none ------------------------------- - making leaf art
piercing(s) ; none | species ; Plumie
accessories ; lantern | build ; average

biggest achievement ;

quirks ;
- brushes teeth after shower
- likes to dance around cabin
- sings to inanimate objects
- makes up words to the songs
- sings in the shower

flaws ;
- self-conscious
- ungraceful

phobias ;
- arachnophobia
- acrophobia

collections ;
- rocks
- shells
When Silas was little he had problems with his homework. So when he got straight 'a's in class he was so happy for himself. He loved the fact that he had done something to impress his parents.

biggest fear ; Ever since Silas was little he had a fear of spiders. He's been deathly afraid of them. When he was little his dad thought he could scare him out of the fear and put spiders in his room. Silas went in there, screamed and slept outside that night. Silas never got over his fear of spiders and is still terrified of them.

weakness ; His biggest weakness is spiders, but since we already covered that; heights. Silas once tried to involve himself with heights, but could only think of how many bones he would brake if he were to fall. This experience is something that makes Silas weak at the knees, something someone could use against him. Silas isn't sure why really, but if you were to ask he would tell you they're just really intimidating.

first impressions ;
voice -- When Silas first meets someone, he is very suspicious and asks a lot of questions.
attitude -- He is very prideful and dismisses anything involving the legends.
expression -- His expression is often times grim, most people mention the legends.

pet peeves ;
- clicking pens
- people sing in shower
- snobby people

talents ;
- able to fly
- able to sing

dreams ; Silas dreams of having a friend, someone he could lean on. Though many people don't come into the woods, Silas hopes for someone decent to find their way to his cabin. Silas spends so much time alone that he thought up a perfect friend. Here's what he writes - 'A perfect friend would be careful, kind, and not pushy. Someone who doesn't believe in legends.' He believes that this wouldn't be too hard if people would ignore the legends.

favorites ;
color -- green
animal -- stags
flower -- daisy
season -- spring
holiday -- Halloween
movie -- The Labyrinth
book -- Dr. Seuss
sport -- Football
food -- deer
drink -- Milk

social life ;
friends -- Vogue, Cegi
enemies -- n/a
ideal friend --
someone he
can trust and
doesn't believe
in legends

love affairs ;
status -- single
crush -- n/a
dating -- n/a
mate -- n/a

likes ;
- stags
- wildlife
- singing
- flying
- dancing
- people
- candy
- pizza
- milk
- simple things

dislikes ;
- complex things
- loud noises (-music)
- legends
- rumors
- fakes
- evil
- robberies
- murder
- death
- hurt/pain

favorite pastime ;
Despite him being the forest guardian, Silas does hunt, especially things with big horns. He enjoys rams, deer, antelope, and other horse-like things with horns. He hunts with a rifle and only kills what he's willing to eat.

** side story, Once when Silas was hunting, he saw the most elegant, meaty stag. Silas hadn't eaten for days, so he killed the beast and in honor of it, mounted it's horns.

fun facts ;

1. Silas learned to hunt on his own. He found one of his father's guns and practiced trying
to hit a tree. Sooner or later, he hit the tree

2.It wasn't until Sil was 5 that he learned to use his wings. He hadn't realized they'd work before.

3. Once Silas tried to balance on a ball and fell over. He became determined to get it right,
over and over again he tried and fell until he was finally able to balance for a short amount
of time. He practiced more, but sooner or later forgot about it, but is still able to balance
for a short amount of time.

4. Silas learned to yoyo on his own. He practices in his free time.

5. Silas prays for every animal he kills and hopes their spirits rest in peace.

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personality ;

positive --

decisive \ adj. / having or showing the
ability to make decisions quickly and
effectively
patient \ adj. / able to accept or tolerate
delays, problems, or suffering without becoming
annoyed or anxious.
stolid \ adj. / calm, dependable, and
showing little emotion or animation
precautious \ adj. / a measure taken in
advance to prevent something dangerous, unpleasant,
or inconvenient from happening.
responsible \ adj. / having an obligation
to do something, or having control over or care for
someone, as part of one's job or role.


As a positive person, Silas forces himself to be positive, despite being a very negative person. Silas is very kindly, trying to always make the best first impression. He is at first suspicious of the person, especially since people made up rumors about him. He is very decisive, though and makes decisions quickly, mostly not regretting them later. Silas is a very unaggressive person, trying to provide every one who is weak or strong. Silas is actually a very patient person, not caring how long it takes someone to decide even though he can decide within in minutes. He's actually quite independant and used to not being around others. He is also very stolid when you very meet him. He seems to show little or no emotion, even if you're very good at telling emotions, you'll only briefly see them flash in his eyes, but not long enough to see what they actually mean. Sil is often a very trusting person and expects the same. He respects the term 'do to others what you'd want them to do to you'. He is very precautious, taking the measures to stay uninjured, but he's not a safe baby, just prefers no broken bones. Sil only has two friends so he has less socail skills, which makes his less influced to try drugs as neither of his friends are involved in them. He has been interested in art ever since he met his second friend Vogue. He let her help him become more positive. Silas is a very responsible person, and also mature, trying to chose the best way while avoiding violence and injuries.

negative --

responsible \ adj. / having or showing a cautious
distrust of someone or something.
grudges \ verb / be resentfully unwilling to give,
grant, or allow (something)
prying \ adj. / inquire too closely into a person's
private affairs
distant \ adj. / not intimate; cool or reserved.
panicky \ adj. / a sudden overwhelming fear, with or
without cause, that produces hysterical or
irrational behavior, and that often spreads
quickly through a group of persons or animals.
an instance, outbreak, or period of such fear


Mostly Silas is someone who is very suspicous of others, choosing to believe what he thinks and not what others tell him. Which is mostly a bad thing. He is one to immediately assume something, but depending on the person relaxes after getting to know the person better. Some say Silas is over protective which he doesn't think he is. He thinks it's probably because he's not met many people since the myths and legends have begun. He lack company so he lacks manners, most call him rude. At times Silas can be very confusing even though he feels like he's making sense in his brain. Sil has been lonely for a while so he isn't considered very 'hip', not able to name a song in the top 40's. Sometimes Silas can pry and be too talkative due to his lack of company. Silas likes to listen to older songs, as those are the ones the birds sing. He can be very distant and daydream too much in a conversation, but that's only because he doesn't realize that he's doing it. Silas will sometimes start whistling in the middle of a conversation, but most people ignore, but some yell at him for once again being to rude. Silas doesn't eat with a fork or knife, so when people seek shelter and food they have to eat with their hands which they probably find unpleasant. Silas can be very panicky and/or complain-y when doing something he doesn't like. Silas is very prideful and is likely to hold grudges. He has a huge memory and remembers things that happened many years ago. Silas is one to have a wondering mind, sometimes drifting while doing something.

relationship with friends ;

Cegi -- At first Cegi and Silas did not get along, in fact they were always fighting, but after a while Silas grew used to Cegi's frequent visiting and his blunt comments and came to a respect for him as Cegi for him. Every once in a while Silas and Cegi will just be guys and do stuff to irritate each other, but for the most part their personalities match as very well, almost the same.

Vogue -- When Silas first met Vogue there was an instant suspicion, as he didn't expect to see anyone painting in his forest. No one came for the beauty anymore, so he decided to ask the newcomer questions, she just kept coming back. Soon Silas learned to enjoy her company that other say brought out a new side of him.

how he is seen by strangers ;
most people are actually afraid of Silas, I mean wouldn't you be? All the sudden you come across a warm and friendly looking cottage and all you can think of is Hansel and Gretel. Most people do indeed believe in the legends and myths, choosing to fear him than embrace him like they could.

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Silas's journal ;

September 12
Journal,
Today I went into an old mine shaft with Cegi ! We played tag for a while, then explored. It was cool and I found a shard that was really pretty. I made it into a necklace after Cegi left. I don't think I'll wear it unless it's a special occasion, though. I want it to stay nice because it really is a pretty stone, for now I have it hanging over my bed frame. Cegi said it's good luck, so I hope I don't get any bad dreams tonight!

September 14
Journal,
Earlier when Vogue was over, she taught me how to paint ! She's a really good painter. I wish I had her art skills. I told her that and she laughed like it wasn't true ! I really wish I had her skills. I painted the tree that Cegi and I found the other day, I also painted the shard hanging over my bed frame. I showed it to Vogue and she seemed to like it, so I hope it's pretty. Cegi and I use it as our 'savior'. We laugh and joke about how cool it is and make up stories of how we found it.

September 16
Journal,
I walked along an old trail today, no one came to visit me, so I felt bored. I went along the trail and hummed along to the songs the birds sang, except for that one bird. It's a blue bird that always teases me! It dared me and taunted me when I didn't want to go any farther when I was with Cegi. I swear this bird always tries to get on my bad side ! The only thing It's ever done for me is wake me up on time, but that's because he respects me and we both know it.

September 18
Journal,
Today that bird decided to make friends. Do you want to know how? He gave me his feathers !! Now I have my feathers and I'm really happy because it's a huge gesture, I decided to switch out my feathers, I don't like my old ones as much. They came in like down feathers, now they're like my old ones, it's great!

September 20
Journal,
Earlier I found a toad in the bushes next to my home. I chased it for a while, then I played hide and go seek with it! We had a good day today and I enjoyed it very much. I then returned the toad to his home

story ;

"Cegii!! Slow down!" Silas yelled to his friend Cegi as he crawled across a tree branch that was fanning up and down roughly with his every step. Silas, being very careful and slowly inching his way across also. "Hurry up Silas!!" he called from his post on the edge of the branch. Silas sped his pace up a little. He felt the branch shake a little, freaked out and grabbed onto it with both hands. He could hear Cegi laughing. "Dude, come on!" Silas got up and finally made it the edge of his, his eyes wild as the branch shook with his every breath. Cegi stopped laughing and looked at him. "Silas, I promise you'll be fine as long as you do it just like me." Cegi said positioning himself on the very edge of the branch and jumping forward and landing on the next tree. Silas shook his head at Cegi. "There's no way I'm doing that." He yelled to Cegi who was climbing around the next tree. "Just do it!" he yelled back to Silas, who reluctantly did just as Cegi did, gripping for the next branch in midair, when he hit it the breath was knocked out of him. He looked to Cegi who was in the middle of his next branch; he turned and grinned at him. Silas shook his head and looked at the bird who was above his head. It grinned at him and flew onto the next tree. Silas cursed under his breath. He hated that bird, It always pooped on his doorstep and now it was daring him to go onto the next tree. Cegi was now at the end of his next branch. Silas wiped the sweat from his forehead and went as fast as he could muster to get to the edge of his next branch. He growled at the bird as it flew circles around his head. He bit his lip and jumped to the next tree catching up to Cegi, grinning as they both picked up the pace, racing around the treetops until they were all out of energy. Silas rested against his side of the tree, while Cegi on his, one leg on each side of a branch. Silas shifted to make his position more comfortable.



He let his head fall back onto the trunk of the tree, not expecting to start to tumble down. He had fallen through a hole in the tree! He flipped himself so he could land on his feet levitating just above the ground. "Hey!" Silas called to Cegi, who came and poked his head through the hole. "How'd you get down there??" Cegi grinned. "Catch." and Cegi threw himself down, Silas catching him, while tumbling to the ground together. Cegi looked around, the trunk expanded and as he was standing up, they both heard a noise not like solid earth. It was definitely hollow. They moved to the side, seeing a rope, which Cegi pulled, opening up to a ladder. Silas and Cegi began their decent into an old shaft mine, held up by rotting boards. Silas reached over and poked Cegi. "Tag. You're it!" He yelled, it echoing around the mine. Cegi grinned, taking off after Silas. They ran in circles until finally Cegi tapped Silas. "You're it!" They played for the next 45 minutes, screeching and yelling as they tagged each other continuously until they were both heaving with the effort of taking in enough oxygen. They looked at each other and grinned, deciding to explore a little. Cegi took the lead first, leading Silas down the narrow tunnels, taking two rights and a left, then letting Silas take the lead they took a left then went straight for a while, Silas then turned as they got ready to head back. He lead the way back, using his good memory to lead the way back to where the tree was. "Man, that was cool!" Silas said as they came up from the trap door. "Yeah, we've gotta come back at some point, but I should be getting back now." Cegi leaned against the wall, and to their surprise the tree opened, as if it were made instead of grown. They both grinned at each other because they both knew exactly where they were. Silas's cottage could be seen from the spot they were in. They both took huge steps, counting how many steps it was to get to the tree; they ran inside and wrote it on Silas's board so that they could remember.

"I should probably get going, bye!" Cegi smiled, waving and walking out the back door. Silas smiled until he looked in the mirror finding that vines and leaves had stuck to his pelt, and as he tried to pull them out, they stuck more. Most of the ones around his legs, wings and tail stuck tightest while some in his pelt became loose and fell out. He grew to like the vines and leaves that continued to grow somehow, maybe it was from the amount of sun Silas got, or maybe because he'd sit out in the rain and in the wind, letting the nature grinning around him.

short story ;
"Soft strokes to make the lighter lines, push harder for thicker lines," Vogue instructed Silas gently. He did as she told, adding heavier lines around the trunk of a tree he was painting, stopping every few moments to admire his work. He'd grin before continuing. When he was done a cartoon-y version of the tree him and Cegi found the other day; it illustrated the trap door in the bottom of the tree. He glanced over at Vogue's painting and she had a very pretty sunset, including some of the colors on her pelt. Silas began to daydream..

I wonder if Vogue took the colors from her pelt. Like she one day decided to use them in a painting and pulled a piece of fur out and used it for the coloring. Ya know, that would be cool. I think I'm gonna try that after Vogue leaves. I wonder if it'll work.

"Uhmm- Silas, you've been daydreaming. Snap out of it." Vogue grinned at him. She had grown used to his constant drifting and lack of politeness. Silas chuckled, running a few fingers through his hair. He finished his painting, but not after drawing a string around the tree with the crystal attached to it. He gazed at it and stuck it on his wall with some tape

a word from Silas ;
Heya! I'm Silas. If you have weapons please leave. I promise you that you will feel welcomed in my forest. This is my home. Please read about my adventures. Thanks ! Sorry I had to make my speech ever so brief! Hopefully I'll see 'round!

poem by me
A cold starry night, a boy without hope
A dream foresaw him within the dark
An untold prophecy

All hail the great forest king
Said kill all who dare enter his forest
Loving to animals and all visitors

Breath in the tree's fresh scent
Release your feelings,
For he is always listening


A boy looking for a friend to lead him
Feels the wind like an act of deliverance
Bows to the mother of all nature

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why do I want him? I want him because he's just perfect in every different way. I love his design for one, he's got that green, and that natural taste to him. I love his character and his friends and just how quickly I connected to him, this form took me to different levels of confidence and connection. The way he inspired me to draw and write was phenomenon, and I want that connection to go on.

what are my plans? For the future I've got so much planned. Stories art, ships everything that I couldn't do and can't do, yet with plumerians.
art -- Art is a never ending cycle and can continue on and on until no end. So art can be easy to do. So much art.

roleplays -- Hmmm I'm so excited for roleplays, I've gotten very worked up about this contest and thought of roleplays the whole time, as for romance, it'll be a while, but possibly friendly.

profile page -- Now if I win him he'll have his own website page, because once I win a plumerian I'll start a website.

stories -- I've already talked about the way he inspires me, I'd be so happy if I were able to write about him after the contest and call him my own !

my promise ; I, waterstar2002, promise to forever love and care for Silas for as long as I live. He will never be tossed away to gather dust and never be interacted with. I will always make sure that he is never lonely and that she gets the love and care she deserves. this is a promise I vow to keep, f o r e v e r.

special thanks ; I really want to thank PK and a s h e s . for checking out my form for me ! Also ~Firewolf~ and AquilaFuga for allowing me to use their plumies, Cegi and Vogue for my friends sections ! I wanna thank everyone who gave me art for free and who did my art for me ! I just love all the support you guys have given me and I wanna thank everyone for the good lucks and telling me my form is great, it's given me lots of confidence!

why I want him ; extended
I wish there was some way to explain how easily I connected with his character, how much effort I've put into him. I wish there was some how a way to tell you how badly I want this character. I know there's someone else out there better at coding and better at writing and better at drawing, but I connected with this character and this character is a part of me, there's no way for me to tell you how depressed I'll be if I lose.

This guy reminds me of a kia I tried for a really long time ago when all kias were still free. {God I feel like some old story teller eww} I tried very hard for the character, but my connection was lost midway. I put lots of money and pets and time into her, but I lost because there was someone better than me. I understand this, but I really hope that you can see how bad I want Silas, he'd be my first and I'd love him. He's very special to me and it would mean the world to me if I were to somehow beat this competition.

Silas and I have very much in common. However, we're also very different. For example, both Silas and I are very forceful about trying to be positive, I'm just a negative person at heart and it's a connection made that we both have that hard time being positive. We both try though. As for traits that don't match up, I am very indecisive whereas Silas is very decisive, making decisions quickly and correctly, he'd be more likely to beat me in a school test due to my lack of focus. It makes him very important because I'll connect with him longer if he has my traits. It's ok if we're different because what's the fun of living just as you are, in a character, sometimes you've just gotta be different.

I actually had to tweak this layout to fit the art and extra writing that I did. This form may seem semi-similar, that's because it was originally made by the one and only Dewey, who did give me permission to do so. Generally I'd make the layout myself, but I've never made a layout so large. I did go through and add stuff though. I used the layout because this character matters so much to me, it just helped me get the form completed.

This character just really made me want a plumerian so bad. This was the one I actually went all for. I'm hoping that my form is good enough and that you can see this character would be well loved with me. I'm hoping that I win because this character is soo important to me, I just loved everything about Silas. What started as a thought brought me to where his form is right now in front of your screen. I just tried really hard for him and I hope that you can see just how amazingly I connected.

Normally I wouldn't be able to stay with a form so long. This was an entire month form. I worked on it for that whole month and that was really hard for me considering that I'm not good with the whole sticking with a single form. It didn't help considering that it was an impress me contest, which I normally dislike my forms and drop out at the last second, but for me, this was a big improvement. I made a personal best here. I just want to wish everyone good luck !!

Farewell Friends!

[darkenedmammal]

by kiokami

minor wip. simply waiting/ordering art, form itself is complete.
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username:
Shadow.Of.The.Wolf, It's a pleasure to meet you.
about the adopter:
My name is Shadow, a shortened version of my username.
I'm an artist and a writer who has currently fallen in love with the species,
and more specifically, this member of the species.
what i'd do:
Most obviously, I'd order or make art of him, and display it with pride at the fact that I am the plumes owner and no one else. For this Plumerian is one of a kind, made clear to any passer-by by it's sheer rarity. Second of all, I would develop his character for ages, as that is something I adore doing. I love seeing a mere design be brought to life, an idea flourish into a being with fears, hopes, friends, enemies, even family.
I love watching a character fall in love and find out who they are themselves on their singular and unique journey, the only one there is for them. Thirdly, I'd role play with him, as I enjoy role playing with friends. It'd be fun to see this little anti-social grump become friends with other Plumerians, and maybe, he might become a little bit more trusting.
Last but not least, I'd write about him. You may see farther in my form that he keeps a journal, if I win him, I'll still continue that journal and talk about stuff happening to him, whether they be events in role plays or other stuff found in his life.
why i want him:
First of all, have you even seen that design? It's simply so elegant and unique! I've honestly never seen anything remotely similar to the idea which has been brought to light within its design. From the moment I saw him I had ideas flooding my brain, something like that is uncommon, for I can only think continuously about something when I'm in love and obsessed about it.
owner or non owner?:
I'm currently a non-owner, although besides this Plumerian I'm trying out for #302

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"The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep."
― Robert Frost
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name:
Pan. He named himself after the Greek god during the time he spent being considered a god. Although he named himself after a god in his arrogance, he keeps the name in shame of being recognized by his proper name after he acted terribly in the past.
name meaning:
Pan is the name of the Greek god of the wild, shepherds and flocks, the nature of mountain wilds, and hunting.
Pans name originates from the ancient Greek word paein (πάειν), meaning "to pasture."
birth name:
Dieufaux. It was the name he was given by his father at birth when he first saw his horns and wings,
alongside his glowing markings. He looked a divine being, yet he was not one.
birth name meaning:
Dieufaux is the merging of the words Dieu and Faux, meaning God and False respectively in french. Essentially making his name mean "False God". It is an ironic fore-shadowing of his time when he was falsely worshiped, and about how he looks like something divine
yet is as mortal as the rest of us.
gender:
Male
sexuality:
Asexual
age:
Twenty-seven in human age.
birthdate:
April 23rd, 1987
astrological sign:
Taurus
zodiac sign:
Rabbit
fun facts:
• Pans wings, unlike common belief, cannot support his weight, and thus he is very clumsy in the air and can only do so much as hover or glide. He never attempts flight in public due to being embarrassed at his terrible flight skills
• Pan hates talking about himself and if he notices a conversation's topic is him he diverts it by asking about whoever hes talking with.
• Pan subconsciously matches the rhythm of his footsteps with others if they're walking together.
• Pan bites his lip whenever hes nervous, pressured or simply bored.
• Pan's favorite season is spring, because he likes to see the transition from shades of gray and white into a spectrum of colors as life exists anew and begins the cycle once more.
• Pan is actually near-sighted and owns glasses, but refuses to wear them because he feels ridiculous in them.
• Pan hates the phrase "I don't care." with a passion and gets severely irritated when people use it.
• Pan's favorite color is a gentle pink, like the shade found in a sunset.. although he'll never admit it.
• When Pan gets sick or injured, his ability to make plants and animals thrive around him tends to weaken or stop completely.

by Beerenpfote

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"The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain."
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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personality:
► modest || mädəst || moderate in the estimation of one's abilities or achievements.
Pan is modest. Once his time of fame was over and he sobered up, he realized that he was as mortal and normal as the rest of the world. And even though he is unique in many ways, he considers himself completely average and denies it when he receives any compliments or praise. He refuses to accept that he is special due to the fear of becoming arrogant once more. Although you may believe his modesty is a negative trait, it helps him see the wonder in ordinarily forgotten things. Like the pattern on a passing butterfly's wings, the soft fragrance of a flower growing in a desolate place, the tiny bits of wonder in the world that most forget when they're hit by the big picture.
► loyal || loiəl || showing firm and constant support or allegiance to a person or institution.
Pan is loyal. After he had been so kindly forgiven, he swore never to betray those who cared for him again. He can't stand seeing them hurt or sad and often will get revenge on those who dare touch his friends and family, even if the specific person doesn't want him to do anything in case he gets hurt too. He is disgusted by those who use those who care for them for their own selfish needs or hurt those close to them intentionally.
► serious || si(ə)rēəs || solemn or thoughtful in character or manner.
Pan is serious, he can't stand it when others don't take seriously and when asked to do so, answer that they don't care as it reminds him of how he didn't care of others. He judges things with a clear mind and can easily handle challenges thrown at him with a calm and focused demeanor. He can easily go from cheery companion to stone cold statue in a moments notice, as his softer side is reserved only for those close to him.
► anti-social || antēˈsōSHəl || contrary to the laws and customs of society
Pan is anti-social, in the way that he dislikes having to put up an act or change who one is just to please others. He believes in being honest, for if someone becomes friends with a mask believing that's who their friends with, they'll be hurt when they realize they've been lied to the entire time. He doesn't enjoy having to not act like himself because he has to act "normal" or fit to the mold set by society.
► tired || tīrd || in need of sleep or rest; weary.
Pan is tired. His sleep is haunted by nightmares of the past, of what he was and what he could become.
He often stays up all night stargazing or writing in his journal. Often you may find him with exhaustion in his eyes but still attempting to look well rested and attentive. Sometimes he may go walk in his forest at night when sleep and unconsciousness escape his grasp. Pan is also tired in the way that some may recognize as defeat. Sometimes, in his weary mind he questions whether he will ever redeem himself.
► lonely || lōnlē || without companions; solitary.
Pan is lonely, as he pushes others away in the fear that he would hurt them. He also pushes others away because he doesn't want to be hurt, if they leave him, or betray him, or get hurt. Those close to him know his cold tone of voice and snappy remarks are just his way of coping, of defense against the world. Pan is lonely because he craves love, to be the center of attention, but he fears if he gets what he wants, he'd revert to his old ways and hurt the few true friends he'd made.
fears:
Pan, as extraordinary as he seems, has fears like all of us. One of his hidden fears is to be forgotten, put back on the shelf to gather dust as time moved on. Another fear of his is to be shunned and laughed at for his past self, and even worse, for those who care about him to suffer too. His worst fear of all, buried deep within his mending heart, is to return to his faulted ways and to become as he once was. He often becomes paranoid and goes to extreme measures to keep himself completely opposite as he used to be.
likes:
Pan likes and enjoys many things, and likes the small things in life. Some of Pan's favorite things in the world are flowers and plants, each and every kind. His favorite above all though, is an uncommon choice. Pan's favorite is a flower, or more commonly known as a weed, is the dandelion. Although most people dislike this unwanted plant, Pan adores it. For even if others hate it and wish to see it destroyed, it flowers and blooms not caring about a word they say. He likes how although it may be a pest, it's used to ask for wishes. Pan also loves his home, placed near the center of his forest, where the trees are thickest and the company is sparse. He enjoys the calm of the area and the ability to watch the woodland animals come and go. Last but not least, Pan likes woodland animals, as I mentioned, he enjoys watching them come and go through his forest.
dislikes:
Pan has good reason to dislike what he dislikes in his point of view, maybe to others his choices seem illogical and pointless but he sticks to his choices. First of all, he hates weaponry of all kinds. He prefers to settle things with words and arguments rather than bloodshed and injuries. He knows that words can have a stronger effect than weapons sometimes and words are therefor his weapon of choice. He dislikes it when people act like heroes in a crisis, unless they are legitimately helping and not just shouting false hopes. He hates immaturity and arrogance, and hates it when others don't take things seriously. He hates it when people say that they don't care, as it makes it sound as if they are above whatever it is they don't care about. Most of all, he hates his past self and often looks back as to how he's changed. He constantly see's faults and mistakes in his past and wishes he could go back and fix them.
family:
Pan does have a family, although he never speaks of them for the fear that they be shunned or hated due to his past arrogance. He deeply cares for his family, both his birth family and his adopted family.
relationship to mother:
He has a very close relationship with his mother, Isabella, who was one of the first people to accept his true and current self. He often visits his mother to tell her of the happenings in his forest. The two often enjoy making flower crowns for each other while they talk and gossip. Isabella was the one who made Pan his satchel, when he first came to them after he changed his ways. She gave him the satchel as a way of keeping a bit of her with him at all times. Pan talks of his mother with an enthusiastic tone and a joyful look in his eyes.
relationship to father:
His relationship with his father, Bruno, is rather shaky. His father didn't forgive him for his time of fame because he was deeply hurt and felt betrayed when Pan first ran away. Whenever he see's Bruno on his visits to his mother, the two greet each other curtly and coldly. Despite their lack of communication, the two respect each other in some strange way. His father respecting him for realizing his wrong doings and being able to accept his denial from his father, and Pan respecting Bruno for being able to say no to his son.
Pan talks of his father with a grim frown and a cold look.
relationship to sister:
Although he considered his sister below him, Juliet cared very much for her younger brother. She had passed away when he was only eleven from an illness. Back then, he had not realized how much his sister was worth to him until she had gone, leaving him shocked and mute for over three weeks before he slowly was pushed back into his arrogance and forgot of her until he visited his family once more. The two had subconsciously become very close, and Pan hadn't realized until recently. When talking about her, he holds a sad smile and a faraway look in his eyes.
relationship to adopted family:
Pan cares very much for his "adopted" family, this family being his companions in his forest. After all, he can't be all alone there. Pan remains loyal to each and every member of his forest, and they look up to him and respect him in return. He can often be found chatting away with a critter with a smile on his face, even if the creature can't reply. Often, he is joined on his moonlit walks by the nocturnal members of this large family. They were the first to accept him for who he really and truly is. He talks of them with a full out grin and a grateful look in his eyes.
his past self:
In the past, Pan was very, very, different. Unlike his newer modest self, he used to be arrogant and selfish. He believed himself to be above others and could use others for his own motives and needs. He was narcissistic and adored being complimented and often tried to steer a conversation toward talking about himself to rake in the praise. He was also a bit of a sadist, not being afraid to step and walk all over others that were "below" him and enjoyed seeing them "put in their place." Finally, he was greedy, and often had thoughts about what it'd be like to rule the world and become king of everything, ruling with an iron fist.
dream:
Pan's dream and life wish is to redeem his actions during his time of arrogance and fame. Most of his reasons and influences are to try to fix the damage he's done, to both himself and to others.

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Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
― Albert Camus
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journal:
boop - I plan for it to be pretty long, so I took it off-site.
his home:
Pan lives in the center of his forest, in a small wooden cottage. In front of his home is his garden, where he grows vegetables and different kinds of flowers and other plants. To the right of his cottage is a young apple tree, which he planted once the construction of the residence was completed. The inside of the cottage is often warm and humid, containing a kitchen, a small bedroom, a washroom and a living room.

The living room greets you once you enter through the door, there are carpets on the floor instead of seats, alongside a fire pit which is the only source of heat in the building. On the far side of the room, past the fire pit is a large square window reaching the floor, it may be opened so to serve as doors and to allow a breeze to blow into the house.

To your left from the door is the kitchen, where Pan stores his few harvests. The kitchen is cozy, with pale cream stone tiling on the floor and mahogany wood on the utilities. Just above the sink is a rectangular window, from the window sill hang two bird feeders so Pan may enjoy the company of birds.

Returning back to the door, to your right is the bedroom and washroom, the washroom being an extension of the bedroom. The bedroom holds a simple wooden table, a wardrobe, an easel, and Pan's bed in terms of furniture. Neatly seated beside the wardrobe is Pan's violin. Pan's violin is a precious and treasured belonging of his. The violin was the first instrument Pan learned, followed soon by the piano. The violin in his room is the very same one he first practiced with. The bedroom from the door, would have the bed in the center of the far side of the room, with the table to the left of the bed and the wardrobe seated against the wall to the left of the door. A square window neatly exists near the corner on the wall to the right of the door. Past the wardrobe to the left of the door, on the same wall as the table is the door to the washroom.

Over all, Pan's cottage has a homey feel to it and he would not trade it for the world.
his forest:
Pan's home is located near the center of his forest. In the past, the woods were bare and gray, and with Pan's arrival and assistance, it began to flourish and fill out properly. With time, animals entered the forest and it is now inhabited by all kinds of critters, big and small. It's mainly filled with oak trees and the occasional birch, but the forest floor is lined with several dozen kinds of plants, flowers to fungi. Most commonly you may find daisies and roses, the latter wrapping themselves around tree's and the former quietly growing on the ground below your feet.
his legend:
Let me tell you a tale my dearest child, of the boy who thought that he was a god.
Born on a bright spring day, he had wings of an angel, and the horns of a stag.
His coat was pelted with glimmering green markings, as if the heavens were painted upon his pelt.
"Dieufaux" his father murmured, a dark feeling in his heart. The name came to him like an omen of what would come.
Dieufaux grew quickly as time passed, both in body and in ego. And soon his head was as big as a balloon!
Overly spoiled and overly praised, the child grew arrogant and unafraid.
He ran from his father, he ran from his mother, he ran from his home, his village, his place.
He told them his name was not Dieufaux as they decided, his name was Pan, for he was a god.
His tale spread far and wide, of a child so young but with the most silver of tongues.
He twisted his words, he twisted his fate, and set upon a path of glory and fame.
But the child wanted what many only dreamed of, and soon he would have it he thought.
His path was shattered in pieces, like the smoothest of blankets, to having large creases.
For a single member of his own kind, that's all that it took to change his mind.
He ran far, he ran quickly and swiftly and came back to home,
where he confessed for his crimes and his faults until he could confess no more.
His mother forgave him, while his father did not. And thus the false god became a god no more.
He entered a forest, which was broken and bare. He made it his home and soon trees were like domes.
Towering above your head, this forest was no longer dead! He cared for the animals, and they cared for him.
Learn your lesson child, do not let praise and compliments get to your mind, for it will corrupt your heart.
Remember the boy who thought he was a god, and all the laughter and the lies, it made his heart cry.
So don't fly without wings, for when you fall your pride will sting and your heart will cringe.
history:
To recite Pan's history would be enough to write a book. After all, there's a lot of things contributing to the character he is today. Instead, I'll tell you about the bigger pieces of the puzzle. I'll begin with Pan's birth...

The meek morning sun poked it's head above the horizon.
A father of one, now two, walked home with a spring in his step. His dear partner had given birth to a son just two days before, and he had received the news while working in the next town over. As his humble home came into view he ran forwards, his paws a rhythmic pounding against the ground. The door swung open, creaking on it's hinges as the second-time father ran in. The front room was dark, for the curtains were slipped over the windows, allowing mother and newborn son to rest. The senior males name was Bruno, and his mate was Isabella. The two already had a young daughter, Juliet, but they wished for another child to accompany the caring girl. Isabella lifted her head from where she laid on the carpeted floor, her tired gaze brightened when she saw Bruno at the door. He quietly walked closer, looking over Isabella's body at the tiny ball of life nestled against her belly. The child had dark brown fur, like his fathers, littered with seemingly glowing green spots and swirls. Snapped closed against his tiny frame were a pair of snow white wings, the feathers soft and fluffy, definitely unusable for flight at the time. Upon his head were two tiny stubs, you couldn't notice them from a distance, with tiny grooves on them, making it seem as if they were made of wood.
"Dieu Faux" the child's father muttered, a cold feeling passing through his body before his chest filled with warmth. That was his child, his son, they had been blessed, he thought, to have such a healthy and divine looking son. "What was that?" Isabella asked him, to which he said "Dieufaux, I think we should name him Dieufaux." Isabella nodded to that, liking the sound of the name. She didn't bother asking what it meant, maybe he would've been named differently if she had. The door creaked weakly as it opened once more, the parents looked up from their newborn to see their older child. She walked closer and sat down, a smile on her face. "What is his name?" she curiously questioned, excited to know more about her younger brother. She was eleven years old, but acted like someone much older. The girl was mature for her age, but even her childish side slipped out at this event. "Dieufaux" both parents softly murmured, being careful not to wake said child up. The family of four sat together in the room with a warm feeling in their hearts, and the slightest dread in their guts.

Dieufaux grew quickly and was soon almost as large as his older sister.
Eleven years since his birth, Dieufaux walked confidently with a smug smirk on his face. His steps were coordinated and his head was held high. You could almost see the aura of arrogance around him. He was praised and known throughout his small village, and some of the villagers even worshiped him. His fur was silky soft and the green markings spread across it seemed to glow, filled with life. His horns now extended a few centimeters past his ears, making the two brush against each other whenever his ears twitched.
His wings were still rather small, too small to support himself within the air, so he had refrained from attempting flight. He was much larger than children his age, and was probably going to be bigger than the average Plumerian as an adult. As he walked by two children, two years older than him, he swished his lengthy tail in front of their faces and grinned. "You think you're so great don't you." the one seeming older muttered under his breath as he walked by. The other children were jealous and angry at Dieufaux, their parents seemed to praise and love him more than their own children and it wasn't uncommon to hear a parent snapping at their child to be more like him. Dieufaux pushed open the door to his home, about to say that he was home he noticed his older sibling sitting on the floor, facing the door and staring at something by her feet. She looked up, picking up the thing by her feet and padding over to him. "Dieufaux, this is for you. I want you to write of your life, write so that others may learn from your experiences" she said cryptically. She handed what was now revealed to be a beautiful brown leather bound journal. Only a month. Only a month later, she passed away. She quickly fell ill, and she was beyond saving soon. He had never realized how much she meant to him. Three weeks he did not speak word, three weeks he numbly existed through his life until he was coddled and comforted long after the wound in his heart had healed, blowing up his ego even more.

He ran quickly, swiftly, his jaws clamped around a metal lamp, illuminating his way in the night.
Dieufaux, that was his not his name. He was Pan, the name taken the Greek god of nature. A fitting title for one whom around plants and animals thrived. He ran, the little village seeming unworthy of his divine presence. He wanted grander things, to be praised all around the world. He ran that night, his mind and path illuminate by a simple lamp, casting its chilly glow on the world around it. He had found the lamp on his porch one morning with a note saying "doG eslaF eht roF." He disregarded the note and took the lamp, considering it could come in useful. Once morning arrived, he had already reached the next town over, his long legs carried him easily across the wide space. He was nineteen now, and he dreamed to rule the world. Around his feet, the dry dirt seemed to darken a few shades when he stood still, searching for somewhere to say, as if it had somehow become filled with life. He had meant to spend but a day in the village but noticed on his way out that a few Plumerians were shockingly looking at the fields of farmers around the area. The stalks of wheat and other plants which used to be limping and low now stood healthily straight up and seemed to have a more saturated color to them. He had a thought, a simple fleeting idea cross his mind, a single idea which sent him tumbling down a path of false fame. Months passed, he was glorified and lifted up on a mile high pedestal for the fact that animals and plants thrived around him. And he lied, he cheated and he hurt to get what he wanted behind a mask of innocence and charity. He was praised as a god, but none new that he was false.

He walked as if he was prowling, arrogance radiating off him in waves.
Twenty-two years old and he was already incredibly famous. He walked outside from the place he was staying in for the night, and was almost instantly surrounded by fans and worshipers. Around him, wilting flowers seemed to come to life once more. "Watch me, young and old, I am Pan! I am a god born as a mortal, but I will reach the heavens above!" he yelled out, to which dozens replied with cheers. Near the back, an angry retort was yelled out, "You are no god!" a male voice spoke. The masses paved a way for the rebel, whom Pan recognized with a shock. Back when he was still young, around eleven, he was the boy who he had passed by and forgotten completely. "You are no god. You are as mortal as the rest of us, plants and animals thriving around you is something out of your control, you are not its master. You may have wings of an angel, but you cannot fly. Your mind is corrupted and false, clouded by year after year of undeserved praise." he snarled viciously, and whispers broke out in the crowd, some disagreeing, some undecided, and some were agreeing too. Several others cried out to Pan that he should show them proof that he was as divine as he spoke. Terrified and shocked, his eyes were snapped open to the truth of the cruel things he had done, to the lies he had spoken. And so he ran to the only place he could trust, home.

He ran for four days and three nights before he could even see his origin, the small forgotten village he had been born in. He panted tiredly, his limbs aching and his chest burning. Scratches and dirt were scattered across his skin and fur. When afternoon came on that fourth day, he stood before his parent's home. He knocked at the door, his mouth loosely holding his precious lamp. He hadn't forgotten that, he cared for the item a decent amount and it still had use to him. His mother answered the door, shock obvious on her face when she was met by her son, weary and a broken look in his eyes. She pulled him close, tears welling in her eyes as he softly said "I'm home, Mom." His voice lacked any of its arrogance and sounded defeated and serious. He had never called her Mom before, only Mother. His limbs trembled with strain, a fact his mother noticed and pulled him inside. He lay by her side as she softly stroked his head as if he was still a child. He spoke of what had happened, what he had done, with true shame in his heart he curled up and cried 'til he could weep no more. His mother softly shushed him, and he finally gave in to exhaustion.

Only a day later, he stood taller, not with pride but with a level calm, and an aura of seriousness around him.
His mother handed Pan a satchel containing only the journal his sister had given him so long ago. "Take them with you, so that you may keep your family with you at all times, so you know what we will be there for you no matter who you are." she spoke, her gentle voice soothing and motherly, one that would make you feel like everything was alright and would always be alright. Pan turned his head and began his travels, there was a forest near the village, one that was gray and bare. He could possibly help it flourish with his sort of ability. He could redeem himself for his terrible ways, and become a new person. And with time it did flourish, and he found a second family in the members of the forest which slowly joined him. He was no longer a false god, he was simply a guardian.
A guardian of the forest.

FIN

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"If nature is planet Earth's canvas, then we are its paints.
It's up to us to create the picture."
― Anonymous
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artistic skills:
Pan is a large fan of visual arts and literacy. Within his satchel he carries his favorite sketchbook, a leather bound tome filled with years of various things. His most favorite things to sketch are the plants and animals of his forest, but he has also done sketches of comrades and his family. Pan isn't ignorant to other types of art either, and is actually a poet. His sketches are occasionally accompanied by a written work, but this is rather uncommon.
musical skills:
Pan is also appreciative of musical arts. He himself plays two instruments, the piano and the violin. Out of the two, he finds the piano easier to play but prefers the violin due to enjoying the challenge he doesn't get with the piano. He enjoys classical music the most of all kinds. Pan may often be found humming random tunes while working or reading, or when he's simply bored. His humming isn't for a specific audience, and he often does it just for himself.
practical skills:
Pan also has several practical skills he utilizes in his day to day life. Pan, living alone, has to know how to do typical thing around the house such as sewing and cooking, the latter he isn't that bad at. He is also a gardener and grows most of his vegetables himself. Pan also speaks both English and French, he learned the latter from his father who speaks it and named him using words from the language.

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"In the depth of winter,
I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."
― Albert Camus
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accessories:
Pan prefers traveling light, but he always keeps three things with him. The first thing is his lamp, a subtle reminder of his past. It casts an eerie pale green light on the world around it. He also carries around a dark brown worn leather satchel, He usually stores little bits and bobs he collects in the satchel to display them at home. He often also carries around a sketchbook in his satchel. But there is one thing he always keeps in his satchel at all times is his journal. He has only recently started writing in it but always keeps it with him if he gets the inspiration to write in it.
why he has them:
He uses his lamp to light the way whether it be on one of his night time walks or walking through the denser part of the forest, the lamp is always useful to have. His satchel has an obvious use, storing things! He carries around lots of small things from time to time so it's handy to not have to hold them all. Last but not least, his journal is used to write about things that happen to him and about his past so that the future generations may learn from his mistakes.
how he got them:
He received his lamp as an offering from one of his "worshipers" and keeps it as a reminder of his past and how even now it affects his life. He received the satchel from his mother, as a reminder that she's always there for him, through thick and thin. He was given the journal by his sister, only a month before she passed away. She gave it to him with the words that he should write about his life so that others do not fail where he failed.

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"The earth has music for those who listen."
― George Santayana
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playlist
Here I have composed a collection of songs I felt were related or could connect to Pan in one way or another.
Some of these songs were chosen because my thoughts strayed to Pan while listening to them.

song information:
song #01 - Awoken - Woodentoaster & H8_Seed
I would consider Awoken Pan's theme song due to how he can relate to it. Although it's a sequel to the grim song Rainbow Factory, it has a much happier ending. Quoting the songs video description: "as the story goes, a worker has an epiphany and tries to redeem himself in the eyes of the normal world." I think Pan could relate to how the worker tries to redeem himself for his actions, much how Pan wishes to redeem himself for his past actions and self. The lyrics of the song also state that the worker is haunted in his dreams, Pan also has nightmares like such.

song #02 - Monster - Imagine Dragons
I really believe this song would suit Pan pretty well. As the lyrics go, it's about a man with a sort of "monster" inside him and he sings about how he's trying to redeem himself and stop it from becoming stronger. It's much like how Pan's trying to escape the "monster" inside him, that monster being his past self, and the risk that he'd return to that. He also relates to the song as he's got nothing but his conscience to guide him, like the song says "with only a candle to guide me." In this case, his conscience would be his "candle."

song #03 - Demons - Imagine Dragons
Accompanying "Monster" is another song by Imagine Dragons. I think Pan would ressemble the person singing the song in the way that, quoting the lyric "Look into my eyes, it's where my demons hide", if you look into Pans eyes when his guard is down, you can see the "demons" of his past haunting him. Pan would also relate to the lyric "And the ones we hail are the worst of all" seeing as how he was "hailed" as a divine being although he was a false god and a tyrant.

song #04 - Carry On My Wayward Son - Kansas
I think this song would relate to Pan's and his mother's relationship. The part going on about "carry on my wayward son" would be his mother saying that she accepts him and that he can rest easy now. The lyrics in between would be Pan talking about how he "flew too high" and became a monster.

song #05 - Scared of Change (Acoustic) - Our Last Night
This and the next songs would more explain Pan's past self than his current self. This song would relate to how Pan felt when he first transitioned from his previous to his current self. "Anxious and barely breathing, Watching my life turn inside out" would connect to how Pan felt when opened his eyes to the truth, for when his lazy spoiled life was yanked away from him, he was forced to survive on nothing but himself and his wits.

song #06 - My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark - Fall Out Boy
This song would describe the relationship between Pan and his past self would they ever meet. "My songs know what you did in the dark" would relate to Pan because his past self would be the only person who would know everything about his past and what he did in it, his "songs" being Pan's memories, so Pan can never escape his history completely.

song #07 - Everybody Loves Me - One Republic
This is another song relating to Pan's past self. It'd describe his old point of view on everybody who held him up on a pedestal. The songs very title "Everybody Loves Me" would relate to how everyone around him praised him and worshiped him and wanted to become more like him.

song #08 - How Bad Can I be - The Lorax
This song is the last song and would again, relate to Pan's past self. It'd sum up his opinion and thoughts on his actions as he questions how bad he can be for doing all the cruel things he does. "Who cares if a few trees are dying!" would also fit how he used to think "Who cares if some people are suffering" about his actions to benefit himself.

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Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones,
as the wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.
― Francois de la Rochefoucauld
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art credits:
headshot by me
headshot by kiokami
full body by Beerenpfote
help credit:
I'd like to thank my friends in our little group "The Signature Mercenaries", whom I must thank for help, inspiration, for motivating me to go on when I was nervous, and for giving their opinions, without them this form would not have been as good as it is. one. two. three. four.
I'd also like to thank the artists, whom were kind enough to spare their precious time to draw art pieces for my use in this form of mine. I believe honestly, that it's more like form of ours, for I have received help that without it, I probably wouldn't have been able to do this much.
Thank you very much everyone!

[Miavinn]

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I love writing myths n,n

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"Greetings my listeners, my seekers of knowledge, though you may find it hard to believe, these tales of which I speak to you, are true. I was there. I watched the legends twist and turn. The magic which was driven deep inside it's core glittered like a mirage in the distance, a calming haze of light. I watched in the shadows as the stories unfolded. I am The Wolf, the keeper of tales. Today my children, I will tell you the story of a girl. A girl who was born with the moon in her eyes and the stars in her pelt..."

Not so very long ago,

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''Hello there children! Welcome to the library! Today I shall tell you about The Legend.'' ''The Legend? Is that it? It sound pretty weak to me.'' there were murmers of agreement amongst the other children. '' She's also known as, and you may know her by the name, Forest Guardian. '' There were whispers of shock amongst them, were they gonna know more about the legends? ''Who wants to hear the story?'' the librarian said and everyone raised there paw.


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It is said that the forests were once broken and dead. Light was scarce
and even the pure light of the moon could never break the blackness within.
the creatures who lived within grew more twisted by the day. Their thoughts
became wicked and cruel. Plotting against each other and spilling blood.
Even the souls of those who left this world could not escape the darkness
and with every death, the darkness grew heavier.
Soon terror and blood was dividing even the closest of friends and the darkness
began to emerge into the world outside of the forests. It was only a matter of
time before the wickedness consumed the world and those who lived in it were
infected and eventual destroyed by their own evil.
The fear of the Great Cloud spread through villages and across the entire realm.
The seven great ancestors caught word of this Great Cloud that was destroying
the goodness of their home that they fought to keep pure for millenniums.
They decided to come out of hiding and meet together to discuss the matter.
they traveled far across lands and places to meet together at one of the greatest
forests known as Emular. When they arrived together, their fears were proven to
be true. Even the greatest forest of them all had been overcome by this horrible
and cruel disease. Their fear increased and soon panic started to grow in the deepest
part of their souls. Something had to be done.
The ancestors parted ways and would return in a quarter moons time to discuss what
would be done.

The lion, the raven, the wolf, the buck, the snake, the bear, and the otter met at the
valley of souls. At the center lay a perfect circle of frozen star dust and carved into it were
the ancient ruins of the realms sacred history. This day would create new engravings
into the cycle.
The elders stood at the edges of the circle and looked into each others eyes. They all
knew what had to be done.
They spoke the words of a sacred forgotten song in unison. They called to the stars
and to the planets. Their bodies sway back and forth together. As they do so, the
diamond starts to glow and a burst of pure star light shines down into the center
of their gathering. Star light starts to form crystals in the shape of a living creature
and soon the crystals morph into an actual living being.

The creature lay the center of the circle. Its perfectly white and shimmering wings
around its shoulders and its paws covering its face. its back legs curled close to its
stomach. the long furry tail circling its body.
The elders hold a breath at the striking beauty of this creature. The dirt colored
fur with dark streaks running through it and the perfect natural green spots across
its flank and face and even tail. The shimmering of its wings against the moonlight.
The bark like antlers sprouting from its head in a perfect shape. The feathers
beautiful glow into the night.
Each ancestor, one by one, walks forward and places a vine from their home
lands around the a part of this guardian. A sacred tradition of acceptance into their life.
Then from the diamond below, a small object starts to rise next to this creatures face.
A lantern. It glows and pulses the same green as the creature.

The creature begins to stir. First stretching its wings and fluttering them with ease and
then its legs, one by one pushing below its body. It pulls itself to its paws and looks down
at its reflection in the diamond underneath. Then it looks up at the beings that surround
it, turning to see every one of the seven faces that stare in awe. Without a word, they all
bow to this creature. The creature already knows why its there, she needs no explaining.
Without a single word spoken, she grasps the lantern in her jaws and heads off alone on
her journey to protect this world.

There is not one guardian and none are immortal. They go through the cycle of life
normally, and when they pass on, a new one is born from the stars. However, creatures
alike refer to the guardians as one collective being, as if it has been reborn.
She is known by many names, but most just call her the Daughter of the Stars or
Star Bringer. It is said that the darkness is consumed by her lantern, which holds pure life
and that life thrives when she is near. She released the souls of those who were
trapped after death from the darkness, and as a thank you, they promise to help
protect the land they once lived. The souls of the previous guardians follow by
her sides, giving light and guiding her in times of hardship.
Though the darkness will never be gone for good, she is the only one that is able to control it.

[Offended Cockatiel]

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I am not a Gaurdian, I am not a Legend

"Number- 300"
300 down the lineage heirs have to go--
"Age 3, 5, 11, undermined, 13--"
"Gender- Male"

Rono
[Ro-no]
Very Regal family-- fade into memory--

-- Markings only glow when near a light source[Within a certain source]
Ie. lantern, fireflies
If he were to lose his lantern, at some dastardly ploy at hand, his markings would flicker out, and his vision would not do much better.

The spots appear and dissapear depending on the weather- climate conditions- Life around him

I am the king of the forest
Beneath his feet a monarch pathway lead.
The butterflies followed him, until he fell. They fell beneath his feet, like wilting flower petals, dead until he whispered in a breath and then fluttered off.

He sits plushly on his plant grown throne.
Brutish
Weak ankles

Hibernates
Never leaves his forest.
Very Regal family-- fade into memory--


2'nd person story. Interactive choices--- it is all me, where are you going, which way is it leading you?

The lighthouse called to him, and just like the spirits he trapped people away

-- A very rich boy left by his family, in the forest -- lost and alone


Personality:

What has created him was the ever going stories, the tale he was thrown in to, so odd and alarming that it seamed fake and fabled. Ans though Rono isn't happy, nor very sad, he has felt those ways before, just as he feels the pale sense he has now.

Items:

Lantern;;

Rono's lantern has a grand meaning to him. His vision is quite awful, what seams like an impairment beyond repare, and all he is able to pick up is blurry forms that he creates into an image as best as he can. Because of this perceptive fault his other senses are much more sensitive, and at times overly nervous, helping him form the picture of life the world presents him with. No matter day or night the green orb emanating light within his aged lantern assists him, in his every endeavors bringing some sort of healing luminescence to his vision, no matter how minimal.

[Rhys~]

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