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~Name}}
Sylva

My name means 'Of the Forest' in Latin, I think.
Pretty, huh. Call me Sylvie, please.

~Personality}}
Sylvie is very caring to her family, because family means everything to her. She loves her friends and is always truthful. Sylvie enjoys coffee or a hot cup of cocoa and a warm fireplace. Her favourite holiday is Christmas, but she loves all holidays. She likes candy canes and giving to others. She reads a lot, too. Although she is a wonderful person, I wouldn't want to get on her bad side.

Yeah, 'cos if ya do, I will rip your heart out and feed it to you.

~Short story}}
Faster, must go faster. I told myself. I would not let wrip

[Oswin.]

name:Jona


personality:Sweet,Smart,Picky,Very Skilled

short story of some sort:One Night,Jona was in the woods looking for something to do, she bumped into a squirl."Oh, Sorry."She said ever so embarassed.
"That is okay"Said the squirl. "Would you like to help me pick berrys?"
"Berries?"
"yes berries."
"No, I Hate berries, but i would love to pick flowers," And so they did.

[wildwolfspiret]

name:
Amanda
personality:
Amanda is a very strong willed girl. She is smart with a great sence of humor. She has to flurt without even knowing it. She loves to hang out with boys more than girls, because "Girls start way to much drama, boys are the opposite." She is mysterious because she always hangs out in the woods. She loves the breeze and the colors because she blends in.
short story of some sort:
Amanda has always been social. She talked to everyone she met. She is only quiet where there was a big group. She spends most of her time in the woods. She found the woods comforting and enjoyable. The birds and Squrrels were kinda her buddies. When she got a little older she started collecting stones. Boring old story, eh she knows, but this is how it goes. She started getting older and growing.
ALL IS A WIP <3

[P1877a & Crazy]

Name:

Hey my name may be weird, but you don't need to laugh at it! Any way Hallo, my name is Zeak or just Z-man for short

Personality:

I'm a Tom-boy! I'm sarcastic,when I'm bullied I have my responses, I'm very intelligent, a little picky at some times, popular in my College, I'm also a photography lover, and I also do a lot of ranching on my days I'm free to do anything. I also have a little ADD

Short story of some sort:

So You want to here my life story? Well let this lovely lady named, Crazy tell you it

Me: Well, Zeak.......

Zeak: Z-MAN!!

Me: Z-Man, was born all brown with a few faded green stripes. Including her hair. She was an only child and her mother died when she was young. D: Z-man grew up a fighter and will always be one. Her father taught her the skills. Once she, saved her friends from a storm of bees, eased an angry bear, she did a lot of things she was proud of until one day she was happy as happy could be. Z-Man was walking in the meadows and on the edges of forests for berries and sweets. She wasn't paying attention and found herself in the darkest, mistiest part of the woods. She strutted along trying not to be scared of the foggy forest. All of the sudden,another Kimara popped up, twice her size, bigger and muscular than her. She gulped. In panic, she dropped her basket and the Kimara.....

Z-Man: I nick-named him Buffy

Me: Buffy Shoved her hard and she fell to the ground. She got up trying to talk her way out of the fight. "please, please stop!" she screamed and Buffy let out a laugh "fight me!" Z-Man ran up and shoved him almost tipping him over. "I like your style kid here's our card." he disappeared. Z-Man read the card it said: "WWE Where wrestling is ok! (fake number!) 123" Z-Man made a mental note to herself 'Become A Tomboy' She smiled.

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wonderful forms so far, everyone ^u^

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[Gael]

name: Opalescence (opal for short. She reminds me of my opal that is my OC)
personality: sweet, caring, judgemental when you provoke her.
History: Her parents were killed in a freak snowstorm when she was only 2. Ever since, she has been roaming around, scavenging on whatever she could find. She is now 5 and can barely remembe anything about her parents except for their names, Clarissa and James
short story of some sort: Opal walked through the dark, semi blind because of the suffocating darkness. She sensed all around her, making sure no one or nothing was following her. When she had gotten to a patch of meadow, her senses were hightened because of the bright glow of the moon. There was a crack of sticks breaking underfoot behind her, and she whirled around. There was something in the shadows,but she couldn't quite make out who or what it was. It strode out of the shadows, and Opal's eyes widened. "Hello, daughter" said her father.

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