Lilian Nightshade wrote:
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Lilian Nightshade
Name:
Arondight
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Arondight is a rather bitter, lonely male. He doesn't really like company and prefers to be left by himself. However, unlike most would assume, he isn't a jerk, he simply doesn't feel comfortable around other pseudos and appreciates the relaxing silence of the forest. In fact, Arondight is often found merely wandering around, exploring the woods on his own while carefully observing the envyronment around him. Every detail counts, from the tiniest ant crawling up a fresh green leaf, to the massive, imposing image of the tallest oak ever to stand on those lands. To Arondight, interacting with other pseudos would only make him lose focus on this amazing world he lives at, it's not like he was ever been good at socializing anyway... it's very common for his words to be taken as harsh and cold, something that easilly turns him into a very intimidating figure instead of his very calm, silent self.
Although he clearly enjoys exploring the woods, nothing compares to his fascination for the stars. Arondight can't really explain why... but they have always deeply intrigued him. He can easilly spend hours lying on a tree branch just observing the night sky, taking in the sight of its blackness being so easilly broken by such tiny shining dots. It's a beautiful sight to most... but to Arondight, it's simply the most breathtaking gift of Mother Nature.
Arondight is also a very smart pseudo. Due to the uncountable nights he spent observing the sky, he developed an impressively vast knowledge of the constellations and has their patterns deeply memorized in his mind. With this, Arondight never really gets lost. No matter how far he may walk at day, he will always find his way back home at night.
Here's a sketch I made to come up with a concept for Arondight's "hairstyle":
He is meant to have very silky, soft feathers that easilly falls to the side at the top of his head, while his neck feathers, very long and just as soft, dangle freely from his neck plates. Puffy plumage can also be found surrounding them, which makes him a very fluffy, huggable pseudo... for his despair X3.
General Koi wrote:A big man's personality
lucid can be composed of many different things, but the major thing to understand is that he doesn't ever act his true age. his true age is around 29 as a human, and well past the brain maturity level that one should be by. but he's more of the childish romantic comedian type. he's one of those dane cook fanatics and one of his favorite comedians. lucid is known for his big tough outer personality, and which he loves everyone and everything, not because in this life he can live without venturing again inside his brain and listening to the nightmares he's had since he was a child, but where he can be away from them and be his big cuddly self.
my gif chosen is here
NameLucid "Terend'mite" Chavez.
Lucid meaning "clear". Chavez meaning in Spanish, “dream maker”. So his name means "clear dream maker"
Gendermasculine.
of male pronouns. more often then not, because of his dreaming, and in his journal the way he writes, they think he's a girl.
Dreamin my dreams, morpheous, god of dreams, called by the wind and the trees, takes the place of a bear. and his minions, ravens.
everywhere i go, i am followed by lanterns, colored ones, this float in the air without a care. something i've couldn't believe.
someone i've seen before. someone all knew. banished my dreams, and inside my journal, images and writings. not of my own
have been scribbled down. the bear, the lanterns, the fish. all loiter there.
Everything was dark. I was there again. In this nullvoid of darkness that consumed me every knight. Just before I slip under unconsciousness. But tonight was different. Nothing like any other night. Something special was to be found. Lights were swinging, shining through the air. Acting like they were on hot air, rising up and down with the wind. Floating and moving all around. They're were red ones, their lighting seeming to mean something of dark. The blue ones, meaning something of light, the white ones, meaning something of mediocrity, and the green ones, meaning of mutual respects. I was sitting on a large stone, around it, a lake was formed. Water coming from a cataract not too far from me. Something was glowing in the water, moving, jerking, lashing. As if it was working against the force of the liquid that captured and held it captive, in its confines that never cooled or warmed neither too fast or too slow. My eyes narrowed again. This creature moved. I saw it now. They were glowing, lighten up with the moon's glow, reflected from the sun. A marvel to be seen. The moon was bright, and shone upon my back. A sight to be seen. But before I was done, before I became too attached, the nullvoid came and swept me away again.
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I was inside a forest. Those lights, those beautiful lights holding me behind. 'He was there tonight' I thought to myself as watched the black darkness ahead for any signs of life as I ventured through. I was going to see someone, going to see a friend. The shadows of the trees imprinted upon my path were incredible, almost like faces telling their own story. With pictures and without word help. Expressions perfect, flawless. Then I saw him again, morpheous, a brown shadowed bear. His body, his lean body was made by shadows, large wisping shadows. His four eyes were red, glowing of the essence of them. Creating an illusion to be seen. Those lights followed, yes, those floating lights. The full moon, red is it now. The red lights that floated behind me, allowed the forest to bask, inside the warming hue of the brighter lanturns. Crows perched on the trees, unprecedented and quiet. Never made a sound, not a move. I met eyes with the bear. My dream of becoming a helper undeniable, and no one shall stand in my way and this lost my chance of ever gaining such a privilege.
The lanturns were being launched, another pseudo was there, present, helping. There was a body today. The body of one that died, a little red wolf, lying on the ground before me. The sky was crying, cleansing itself of its agony and leaving pity for him. The lanterns float, glowing with what energy they have. The lights flicker and glint in the light. Too little to create with one. But all were there. Eyes in the undergrowth were watching. Like hungry birds after small prey. They launch the lanterns into the sky, blue eyes (reno) met red eyes. And then, he knew all wasn't lost.
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