[dinkleberg]

Username;; alter_ego
Name;; Thanatos
Gender;; Male
5-word personality;; stubborn - intelligent - distant - calculating - sharp
ONE extra;;

[polariie]

Username;; .Polaris
Name;;
Gender;; Male
5-word personality;;
ONE extra;;

Beep boop bop

Sweet mother Teresa on the hood of a Mercedes Benz this plumie is gorgeous ahhhh

[conquest;]

Username;; conquest;
Name;; Jordan
Gender;; male
5-word personality;; crude | determined | rebellious | flirtatious | stubborn
ONE extra;; arts u w u possibly an animation

[LeavingCSgoodbye]

Username;; Greedler
Name;; Solstice
Gender;; Male
5-word personality;; Quiet, Reserved, pessimistic, Decisive, sarcastic.
Story about being Blind;;
My name is Solstice, this is my story.

I don't know how many days I was trapped in the darkness, I saw nothing as if the world had died out and every single thing was gone but the truth was nothing was actually gone. I heared noises and always called out but it seemed like everyone ignored me as the darkness engulfed me, I'm lonely and scared.
Nobody listen's to me, though that's not the worse part. My eye's hurt when I feel that warm feeling, the big sun hit my face..I'm like that monster called vampires, I feel like I'm going to turn into ashes so I cower into cold, dark places which send goosenips { goosebumps } all over because it's scarier...But the sun will soon send me to ashes if I'm out there, It's better than being in pain and sizzling. I want to be normal again, I remeber I could see colors and shapes though now it's dark and scary.

I Walked into darkness, bumping into stuff, getting hurt at times. I try to stay calm and say tomorrow I Wont be trapped in this...this place. But I cry beacuse I can't take this anymore, I had hope until I grew pessimistic. I have a heart, that contains happiness but my foul mouth always sends cruel words shooting out. The crying and rude words of other people slapped me hard, guilt pumping inside of me but my pessimistic side grew strong as every word escaped my mouth so I ran to a place away from people, which was dark as well like every single place I went. But at the sign of no noise and no activity, My rude words and my pessimistic side stood inside of me and stayed in my head. I grew quiet and rather reserved after being at that quiet place for so long and When ever I went to find activity, the Words in head gave me the biggest headache as if it wanted to be free.
I'm trapped in this darkness, engulfed by it. I can't see me, I can't see anything...I want to be free but No matter what I do, what I say, I'm trapped. But when I think, feel, smell, taste or even dream...A color explodes like right in front of me and for the first time I could see colors, shapes, and sizes.
It's like a power that I always had, Just needed time to find it...I feel normal but then again...it's like I can never get rid of that pessimistic side that clung and brought his buddy sarcasm. I started to make friends, though I still became quiet and reserved so I'm not much of A Plumerian that's so popular, no, I'm a monster trapped in a chamber. But then people started saying. 'You're blind.' Or 'Is it hard being blind?' I snapped at them and said "I'm not blind! Im trapped, You are all fake!" I was hiding in a dark spot as curiosity ran in my veins, I wasn't blind I would say but a half of me said. "You are blind Solstice..." I screamed with 'no' and 'I'm not blind.' But soon after my friends took me to an eye doctor, they said "I was blind." My heart stopped as if I was a corpse, I felt blood drain from my body but I wasn't bleeding.
I was forever trapped in darkness, forever and ever. They called my name to get my attention. But I stood still like a statue. I wasn't a monster, I wasn't a vampire, I wasn't by my self, the world hadn't ended, and nothing was fake.
I was walking on earth...suddenly I came back to my sense's while my friends guided me out, I felt their hands holding onto mine and I could see them, Their color, clothing etc. I told them and they let go and felt creeped out but I told them it was this type of power...But it wasn't a power. I was just picturing things, wasn't I?
And the answer is no, I could see and everything I felt, touched, thought, dreamt, tasted, smelled...I could picture it. Plumerian's came to see me, not like a celebrity but they wanted to know how I did it...I was rude, but I had happiness installed back into my heart as if it was traveling back from a very long trip, I was Just blind that thought he was a monster.

Now here I am, I'm not a monster, or a vampire, the world hadn't ended nor was I trapped in darkness. I was Just a lad who is blind...I do wish to see the world with my real eyes but I'm happy, I'm not lonely or scared because today I'm walking on earth, I just had a disorder that scared my wits but my mind...my imagination contains colors that explode everywhere. I was now trapped in my own fear.....But now I am free and even though the sun and the lights burns my eyes, I don't cower into a dark place, I wear shades to block it out and imagine my own sun.
I'm free.

[Simon]

dropping out best of luck!

[MintCat]

Username;;
MintCat
Name;;
Baroqueheat "Heat"
Gender;;
Male
5-word personality;;
Charismatic - Protective - Blunt - Playboy - Impulsive
Art;;

Art by me.

(Was supposed to be animated but ah.)

[kidcandy]

Username;;
patronus
Name;;
Murdoch
It is of Celtic and Scottish origin.
Gender;;
Male
5-word personality;;
optimistic,
How I see the world;;

[lunar-lynx]

username ;; ƜσℓʌɛƨǤσЯαωя


name ;; Smaug
gender ;; Male
5-word personality ;;
Greedy - Biploar - Sarcastic - Aggressive - Stubborn
extra ;; The Namesake
"There he lay, a vast red-golden dragon, fast asleep; thrumming came from his jaws and nostrils, and wisps of smoke, but his fires were low in slumber. Beneath him, under all his limbs and his huge coiled tail, and about him on all sides stretching away across the unseen floors, lay countless piles of precious things, gold wrought and unwrought, gems and jewels, and silver red-stained in the ruddy light. Smaug lay, with wings folded like an immeasurable bat, turned partly on one side, so that the hobbit could see his underparts and his long pale belly crusted with gems and fragments of gold from his long lying on his costly bed." (J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit)

The Pumerian's blind gaze was focused ahead as his paw drifted over the words printed across the page in brail, indulging in the literary wonder which gave him the name he bears now: Smaug. He was named after the legendary, fire-breathing beast which conquered the Dwarves' mountain, taking refuge among their piles of riches. A small smile crept onto his face at the thought of him being compared to the dragon. They were completely different creatures but surprisingly similar, as well.
There were the obvious physical differences, such as the large wings and scales, and the fire.. And of course, he wouldn't have done anything like the Smaug is his book had: taking the home of the Dwarves in such a monstrous fashion and destroying innocent lives. But, he would admit that he was indeed fairly greedy. Gold and gems and precious things certainly had quite the allure for him.
Anger also seemed to be a common factor linking the two together. The fictional dragon allowed his broiling rage to consume him and control his actions just like the Plumerian's own anger had done in the past. The similarity was rather frightening to say the least.
Slipping a bookmark between the pages of the book and shutting it, Smaug continued to mull over his past. It wasn't a very pleasant thing to think about, but avoiding it would do no good, either. He carefully placed the book back onto the shelf where it had been originally. His gaze lingered on his prized possession momentarily as old memories stirred up like a cloud of dust in a secluded corner of his mind.
Smaug's attitude had cost him a few friendships.. On several occasions, the Plumerian had accidentally allowed his temper to get the better of him. Though he was known to have a worse bark than bite, he was still capable of hurting those he cared for, which is what scared him. Yes, he could contain his anger most of the time, but there were still brief moments of doubt when Smaug believed that he could no longer keep the beast within him chained down. Nothing of the sort has yet to happen, but he knew it was coming. A small chill crawled up his spine as he imagined him as a snarling creature, jaws snapping, tail lashing, eyes smoldering with hatred as his claws itched to tear something or someone apart.. Smaug quickly banished the haunting thoughts and released a soft sigh.
Yes, he and the creature were very alike. But there will always be one major fact that kept himself from being confused with the dragon: he was not a monster. Not yet, at least.

[verseo]

Username;;
.Boxxes.

Name;;
David Blake

Gender;;
Male

5-word personality;;
~ Suave ~ Fantasizer ~ Resilient ~ Honest ~ Independent ~

ONE extra;;
A slightly better frame of mind

[epimetheus]

ｈ ｗ ａ ｊ ａ ｅ

hwajae - male - blind - pyromaniac

be careful making wishes in the dark, dark.
can't be sure when they've hit their mark.
and besides in the mean, mean time,
i'm just dreaming of tearing you apart.

i'm in the details with the devil.
so now the world can never get me on my level.
i just gotta get you off the cage,
i'm a young lover's rage.
gonna need a spark to ignite.

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-- ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ
-----------------plant queen ✿

-- ｎａｍｅ
-----------------hwajae

-- ｇｅｎｄｅｒ
-----------------male

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-----------------grumpy, snappy, recluse, daredevil, sarcastic

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-----------------on the side; by gopher