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Mythical Pancakes, a person who has been planning to bring Gerard
to life as an actual Plumie instead of a Plumie-based character for MONTHS

Gerard Boreas Hall [occasionally called Rawr]
male [he/him/his]
21
August 29, 1993 [Virgo]
super mega a lot homosexual

Only main accessory is a very old bandana that can almost
always be found hanging loosely around his neck. He'll
occasionally wear rad aviator sunglasses or fake flower
crowns made out of Starburst wrappers [seeing as they
are his favorite candy].

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Snarky and prideful, Gerard is possibly the most opinionated and sarcastic Plumie you'll ever meet. Maturity comes easily to him, but it's difficult to maintain at certain points. He flaunts around like royalty, and his actions often go against what he actually wants. Even though attention is nice, Gerard truly wants to be less noticeable and become the person that never stands out. Common. His observant tendencies make the most average people noticeable, and he tries to implement the actions on his own character. Yet it feels like Gerard will never be as prudent or as mindless as the people who trail him. It's actually those kinds of things that make Gerard stand out even more; he wants to be an example. Don't go with the flow all the time. Stop being so pointless and do something. Yes, it's true; Gerard holds genuine interest for people and has capabilities of sensitivity.

When not being being a "royal pain", Gerard can be found writing in his small apartment; be it on his tumblr or for his ghost-writing job. He typically uses his blog for release of emotions, random short stories, and posting things he found on other people's blogs/tumblrs. The most frequent trends on Rawr's tumblr are usually related to Mystery Skulls [specifically Lewis] or his ramblings about life. It's horribly aware that Gerard has one of the biggest fictional-character crushes of all time on Lewis the skeleghost, and is it especially noticeable on his tumblr. And there's always shipping posts on his blog. Those mortifying ships... -shudder-


If ever Gerard trusts you with knowing that he's actually a nervous wreck half the time, you'll also know that he's an assassin, has a horrible sense of fashion, and an extremely horrible liar. There's always the fact that he binges on romcoms and koolaid when he's sad/upset/fanboying/stressed, too.He has very few friends and not many social relationships at all, actually. Melinda, Lucian, and Escher are almost his only true friends, and he depends on them dearly. Escher is more of his internet friend and he loves her dearly, though he'll never admit it. Gerard has his very dork-like moments where he can be unbelievable kind, but it doesn't happen often. The only time you'll see Gerard being firmly supportive is with his friends or if somebody is insisting that they aren't worth it.
"Flaws are what make you perfect."

Gerard was raised in a middle-class home in Ohio and went to public schools until college. He was bullied frequently and never really had the nerve to stand up for himself until he joined various internet communities in 8th grade, getting a butt ton of support from all his internet friends. One of his bullies had been tormenting him again, but before the bully could lay a hand on Gerard, he hit the kid right in the face. he became the stereotypical kid from the movies while everybody who had witnessed the action had expressions like, "HurrmagurrrrRRRRR!! DID HE FOR REALSIES JUST DO THAT?" Since then forward a small group of previously bullied people had this high sense of respect for him because he did what no other weenie had done before in their school. Several years later during Rawr's sophomore year of high school, he had gained quite a lot of popularity. It became unbelievably uncomfortable with some of the attention he was getting. Several girls had crushes on him and it made Gerard socially awkward near them when they flirted with the secretly raging gay. Gerard got a lot of grief for always turning down "hot girls" from his buddies in school and eventually [late-middle junior year] he confessed to being 100% homo. Gerard started to get weird looks and his popularity with the more popular people dwindled while he gained popularity in the lesser known groups of his school. During senior year he once again was popular because after his own coming out, it influenced other lgbtq+ students to come out as well. Rawr has since been known as "King Gay" with people from his old school.
Since his high school years, Gerard has climbed in prestigiousness, and also earned a degree of creative writing while he strives for a degree in fashion designing [even though he's horrible with fashion].

likes
goldfish
Starbursts
movies [especially romcom]
writing his short stories
LEWISSSSSS
yaoi
people who can and will stand up for themselves
indie/techno, a cappella, and ballad music
internet communities on writing and 13+ websites
his iPhone 5s w/ personalized Lewis case

dislikes
homophobes
people who have "phobias" towards lgbtq+ in general
cheapo things
harder rock, rap
fast food
bad grammar/spelling
overly angsty people
glue
4chan [he visited it once; never going back]
emails

fears
-never being accepted
-not finding somebody to mutually love
-internet shutting down ;A;
-young death

[heir]

Possible res ;w;

[Amberlilli]

mark

[10ke]

name;; Kiriku
gender;; Female
age;; 20-ish
star sign;; gemini
gemstone;; Emerald
birthday;; 24th may
occupation;; cartoonist

Kiriku is a bit of a scatterbrain, always forgetting things and never having any concentration. However, she has the most wonderful imagination ever. She tends to concentrate better while doodling/sketching stuff. To her sketching is life. Shes quite bubbly, but if you annoy her, brace yourself for her short-fused firey temper.

Kiriku's job is as a cartoonist, often making the character designs and storyboard. She enjoys this job, as she likes to express her creativity and splurge out her ideas. Her room is usually full of scrumpled up peices of paper and snapped pencils as she gets annoyed VERY quickly.

[Tiger111]

my entry

[Froas]

marking/reserving

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Congrats winner :c

[jayus]

υѕєяиαмє;; _pipsqueak99. I'd like to apologize in advance for any mistakes, I'm trying to type with only nine fingers (note to self, be very careful with the sharp objects in art class).
иαмє;; _Jaylin, surname Sparrow.
gєи∂єя;; _female.
αgє;;_ Jaylin is about 19 years of age.
вιятн∂αу;;_ August 18.
ѕєχυαℓιту;; _She doesn't know, and is still figuring it out.
мυѕιc тaѕтe;; _Classical music.
αитняσ ιиfσямαтισи;;

Height;; 5'9"
Weight;; 141 lbs.
Build;; Lithe and muscular. Shes very athletic.
Skin Tone;; A dark tan.
Hair Colour;; Black, with lighter natural highlights and red dye streaks.
Voice;; Smooth, persuasive, but strong.
Dominant Hand;; Right hand. However, she shoots with her left hand, because her left eye is dominant.
Dominant Leg;; Right leg.
Dominant Eye;; Left eye, as stated above.
Balance/poise;; Elegant and graceful, reminds people of a feline.
qυα∂ ιиfσямαтισи ;;

Size;; A bit larger than average, with legs a bit longer than others.
Fur;; Thicker, sheds often. Dirt shows up very easily on her coat, and she sometimes uses this to her advantage when trying to blend in or seem insignificant.
Feathers;; A bit ruffled, she can often be found gently smoothing them out.
Paws;; Average, with more webbing between the toes than normal. She is very light on her feet.
Tail;; She keeps her tail down when walking, and often curls it around her feet when sitting.
ѕρєє¢н нαвιтѕ;; _Jaylin talks with a Hungarian accent, but has impeccable grammar and low frequency vocabulary (meaning she uses more advanced words than what are often found in every day language).

▢ [ personality ] ▢

_Overall, Jaylin is not the friendliest Plumerian, although she isn't blatantly hostile either. Preferring to fight with words, she often speaks in long or convoluted sentences when threatened, although the rest of the time she speaks in relatively simple prose. Not really one to socialize, she often quickly grows bored of conversing with others, and will often cut conversations short out of boredom, unless something stands to be gained from the other being she's talking with.

▢ [ logical ] ▢ [ no-nonsense ] ▢ [ focused ] ▢ [ conniving ] ▢

ℓσgι¢αℓ;; _Jaylin tries to approach every problem with a non-emotional viewpoint. Problems in her past have caused her to come to the conclusion that often, emotions will only cause problems. She finds it much more efficient and to her advantage to make decisions based purely on weighing the pros and cons, instead of letting any emotional or moral debate work its way in between her and her goal.
иσ-иσиѕєиѕє;; _Other people often irk Jaylin, and she refuses to buy their lies as she markets her own lies. Frivolous activities are postponed until she can complete her hidden agenda, and only then is she interested in things such as flirting. The only thing capable of pulling her away from what she needs to do is a challenge to her honor, or the prospect of an exciting adventure that often needs to include danger to tempt her.
σяgαиιzє∂;; _A trait tied in with being logical, Jaylin will obsessively rearrange her few possessions, and when included in a meeting, is often found failing to presumptuously organize the meeting to her standards. Her organization is sometimes sporadic, only making sense to herself at first, but is easily explained to others. Because of her organization, she is very proficient at almost everything she attempts to do.
¢σииινιиg;; _Having worked her entire life without anything to help her, Jaylin has become skilled at manipulating her way around barriers that have appeared in front of her, blocking her from her ultimate goals. Because of this, she'll take shady, illegal, or unorthodox routes without qualms in order to reach her target. A bright thinker, she often runs analysis' of the situation in her head, trying to keep ahead of whatever fate has planned for her next.

▢ [ her goals ] ▢ [ worst fears ] ▢ [ faults ] ▢

нєя gσαℓѕ;; _Jaylin lives for excitement and flourishes under hostile conditions, and doesn't want to settle into any place or job that is 'too boring'. Captivated by the sea at a young age, she decided upon a job on a ship (any ship with illegal intentions). She plans to eventually work her way up to being in command of a ship.
ωσяѕт fєαяѕ;; _An odd and unusual fear, Jaylin is intimidated by the thought of never feeling 'complete'. She's tried many things in her life, finding that none of them exactly fit. She hopes to finally fix that 'hole' by turning to the sea for relief, although whether this will work is yet to be seen. If it doesn't work, she'll return to aimlessly shifting through random careers.
fαυℓтѕ;; _A pathological liar, Jaylin will often tell a complete lie or at least distort the truth in order to make situations appear more favorable for her. As a smuggler, this is a good skill for her to have, but it's not convenient when trying to deal with Plumerians who like the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

▢ [ small list of traits ] ▢ [ shadow traits ] ▢

ѕмαℓℓ ℓιѕт σf тяαιтѕ;; _

• Intelligent
  
• Sarcastic/snappy
• Caustic
• Persuasive
• Informative
• Curious
• Facetious
• Passionate
ѕнα∂σω тяαιтѕ;; _Shadow traits can be considered hidden desires or hidden sides of somebody. Despite the fact that she despises many in the population, Jaylin actually does have the capability to grow close to people, and actually yearns for it, having never received it as a child. However, she continues to push people away, thinking that's how it's best to protect them. She'll watch from the sidelines, burning up in absolute jealousy as somebody she cares for talks to somebody else and forms a bond with them-- but this never reaches the surface, as she's not one for sharing emotions.

▢ [ how she met Alaia ] ▢ [ relationship with Alaia ] ▢

нσω ѕнє мєт αℓαια;; _Jaylin had been looking into an opportunity to get hired onto a ship as a smuggler. As she left the docks, satisfied with what she had seen, she quickly realized that she had a stalker in the shape of a child. Confronting the child, she was told that 'you're dressed for what I want to be when I grow up'. Disgruntled by the experience and trying to be caustic in order to be free to pursue her new job opportunity, she tried to ditch the child, unaware of how persistent and determined the young orphan was. Vexed, Jaylin finally grudgingly accepted Alaia, but not without the stereotypical and cheesy threats of 'you'll leave tomorrow'.
нєя яєℓαтισиѕнιρ ωιтн αℓαια;; _From an outsider's view, it's a very one-sided relationship. Alaia looks up to Jaylin, and often asks questions. Jaylin's often cynical answers seem to show that she has something to hide, and that she doesn't exactly care for the child. However, Jaylin has a soft spot for children, and often finds herself realizing that she really does care for Alaia. It's at times like these that she becomes colder, trying to separate herself emotionally.

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_ [story time || anthro] Jaylin stared down the captain of the ship, trying to impress that she was not to be trifled with. "I am fully qualified and fully capable of performing in the job listed despite being female," she said firmly. She could see the captain shifting, debating whether she was worth the 'risk'.
"Alright," he finally said. That was all she needed. A curt nod, and then she was off, to wait for departure. The breeze from the ocean hit her face, rustling her short hair as she emerged from the cramped and darkened space known as below decks. Steady steps rapidly took her to the gangplank, and she descended from the ship onto the pier, where she began walking towards land. Once she was on the ground itself, a small shadow detached itself from a pile of ropes, and began slinking along behind her, somewhat ostentatiously. She turned, catching the child in the full of her stern glare. "Who are you and what is your purpose in following me?"
The child boldly stepped forwards, returning Jaylin's glare for a second before softening. "I'm Alaia. I kinda live in the docks." She paused for a moment, before continuing. "You're dressed for what I want to be when I grow up."
Jaylin snorted, and turned around. "That's nice. Please find yourself somebody else for disrupting their day." The child was going to follow of course, so Jaylin quickly made her way to the less shady and more populated part of town, trying to get lost in the crowd. She made her way home, stopping on her front porch as she realized the pest had managed to keep on her trail. "That wasn't an invitation to follow me home like a lost puppy," she snapped.
"Just for the night?"
The tiny and pitiful voice managed to reach into Jaylin's chest and tug at her heartstrings a bit as she struggled to push the feeligns away. "In the backyard, maybe. But only for tonight, and I'm not taking you with me on my departure." She slipped inside her front door, slamming it. The gate was open, the kid could probably figure it out.

Of course, as the few days passed by before Jaylin left, Alaia managed to work her way into Jaylin's small emotional spot reserved for only a very few people. She didn't understand the moments where Jaylin suddenly became calloused, but persisted anyways, and was eventually allowed to come aboard the ship.

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_ [story time || anthro || after Jaylin has developed a bond with Alaia || Jaylin's point of view] I gazed at the small child who had been a long time wedging herself into my affections. She had grown into a young woman, no thanks to myself. Bitter jealousy flares in my heart whenever somebody tries to take her. I cannot shake these feelings, despite repeated attempts to tell myself no, that she has never 'belonged' to me, and is just another child of the sea, like I am. We're all orphaned and adrift in the face of the imposing ocean, and trying to learn to swim. I was swimming by myself, but she couldn't swim without me. Empathy is not an emotion often felt by myself, but she forced me to face empathy and embrace it even as she embraces me for who I am, I who cannot easily embrace others for who they are. I should be more like her, but is it a risk I can take?

[SkySmoke]

username: SkySmoke
Name: Deva
Gender:Female

Her heart pounded, almost in time with her paws, as she ran blindly. It was dark. The kind of dark where you can't see your hand in front of your face. The kind of dark most would not be running at top speed through. She didn't care. She pushed harder, digging into the dirt and running faster. Faster, farther, faster, farther. The thoughts echoed through her head in time with her strides.

She hit the incline she knew was coming and leaned into it. Her legs burned and her heart felt like it was going to explode but she couldn't stop. Faster, farther, faster, farther. The incline grew steeper and rockier and soon she found herself leaping from boulder to boulder; it was a path she traveled by memory only. She knew one wrong step could kill her; she didn't care. Faster, farther, faster, farther.

She hit flat ground again and continued her break neck speed. The darkness lightened slightly on the horizon and she pushed herself faster, tears began streaming out of her eyes only to be whipped back across her face by the speed of her headlong rush. The edge was coming, soon. She always stopped at the edge, but not this time. Faster, farther, faster, farther.

It was only a few strides now. A matter of seconds and her whole life would change. She was ready. She pushed off hard with her back feet and closed her eyes as she felt herself fall. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief; she would finally be free.

The water was freezing cold and took her breath away when she hit it, but she came up laughing as she swam. She had never gone this far, so she didn't know what she was swimming too, she only knew it would be better than what she had left behind.

Personality

Deva is quietly headstrong. She has a knack for blending in when she needs to and standing out when she wants to. She has a quiet patience that is seemingly endless. This is not always a good quality as she believes firmly in revenge and will go to great lengths to get it.

She is a heartbreaker in the worst sense of the word. She enjoys toying with other people's emotions. It's not that she's mean spirited. Secretly she wouldn't mind falling in love; if she could believe that someone could ever love her. Her past makes her leery of anyone ever really liking or caring about her.

She had a bad habit of trusting too soon and falling too hard for the wrong people, so she stopped letting anyone get close to her. She keeps her real emotions a closely guarded secret.

History:

Deva's mother left soon after she was born. So soon after that she has no memories of her. For the first years of her life, Deva's father told the young girl that her mother was dead. It wasn't until she was older that he told her the truth; that she couldn't stand Deva so she left.

"The night you were born she took one look at you and walked out. Not that I blame her. Look at you. Why would anyone love you? You're the reason I lost the love of my life"

It was an accusation Deva heard from her father on a daily basis. They lived in the middle of a dense forest, alone. Completely isolated from everything and everyone Deva grew up with her abusive father as her only company. She was constantly put down because of her lack of color. As Deva grew up she spent longer and longer away from home out in the forest. She would run and run until her mind was blank and then she would day dream about leaving. She ended up finding the path to the River and planned her escape often.


Finally, when she was 16, she decided she had put up with enough. She wanted to see the rest of the world. She thought there had to be others that were kinder than her father.

She waited for a night when the moon was completely covered by clouds. She knew those nights were the darkest. It made it the most dangerous but it also provided the most cover.

The night she ran for her life, and the moment she jumped into the river, are times she will never, ever forget.

In the years that followed she was constantly moving. She would do odd jobs in exchange for food or shelter sometimes, but she spent the vast majority of her time living on her own in the forest.

She was in constant fear that her father would somehow manage to find her. Even now she sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night in a complete panic, certain that whatever noise she hears is him coming for her.

Quirks & Habits

She often looks at the ground when talking to others. Not the entire time, but she glances downward often enough for it to be noticeable.

She loves to write but doesn't keep a journal. She writes stories. One of her favorite things to do is write a story in a notebook and leave it somewhere for someone else to find. Sometimes she leaves them unfinished with a note for the next person to continue writing. She thinks it would be awesome if she ever found one again and someone had finished the story.

She hates spiderwebs. She doesn't mind spiders, or any bug really since she grew up in the forest, but there isn't much she hates more than walking face first into a spider's web.

Her favorite sound is the sound of rain; anything from a sprinkle to a heavy down pour. She loves the sound. She loves rain in general and will often go play in it.

As much as she hates her father, she is secretly grateful to him for some things. She's glad he educated her & taught her to take care of herself no matter what situation she found herself in.

She's never told anyone all of the details of her past. She hopes someday she finds someone she trusts enough that she can.

She sometimes steals things, but never keeps them. She will steal something with the sole purpose of leaving it somewhere that it doesn't belong for someone to find. Like a gold bracelet she once left looped around the stem of a plant at a nursery.

About Me:
I am currently a non owner and am new to the species. I saw this girl and something instantly clicked. I unfortunately had to work late tonight so I won't be able to get to a computer for any kind of formatting. The more I write about this character the more I want to write, but I don't want to make the worlds longest form. Thank you so much for the last edit. I was able to add what I wanted, even if it isn't prettied up. Good luck to my fellow competitors as well.

[P0CKETKNIFE]

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►name;; Adelaide, which means "noble." This is quite ironic in comparison to her personality.

►gender;; While she identifies as female, gender has never been that important to her. In fact, she often appears to be androgynous because of her style and personality.

►sexuality;; Honestly, Adelaide doesn't care for labels and would rather shrug it off than pick out an actual orientation. Technically speaking, however, she could be classified as panromantic.

►personality;; In one word, Adelaide could be described as dauntless. She doesn't fear what is inevitable, and is never afraid to seek out what she desires. Having such a bold character has made her very opinionated as well, and often times she attempts to force her beliefs on others without realizing it. This can become quite problematic in social situations, so generally she sticks to smaller crowds who won't be offended by her strong opinions.

►a little quirk;; Adelaide has a strong wit, and generally higher intelligence than those around her. However, instead of embracing this natural intellect, and allowing it to work for her, she keeps it hidden away and unseen. She does this not out of modesty, but rather out of shame. No matter how many problems she can solve, she's still left feeling inadequate whenever there's one she just can't get right. This fear of failure is derived from a past of always being ahead of others, and praised for it, yet suddenly looked down upon whenever she encountered something that she couldn't solve. Also, she's unable to take pride in her accomplishments without being referred to as "arrogant." Because of this, she's left feeling anxious in academic situations, and would rather fail consistently than deal with the high expectations.