[rnirai]

i love them so much
but it’s a writing competition
BUT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

[La Volpe]

res!

[irina]

Username:
irina
Name:
Veius
10 word personality:
"An infamous troublemaker, but pays respect to where it's due."
What do they do at the crack of dawn?
Veius was born into a tribe, consisting of 11 others, him being
the 12th member. Many considered them to be a vicious gang
who stole and caused destruction everywhere they went, but
he considered them a family who were always looking out for
each other. His father, who was the most respected man in
their tribe decided that they'd up north to do their trading for
the year, as they have spent most of the year south, so the
items they had would have far more worth. They agreed to
set off in the morning, Veius helped by doing what he's good at,
tricking merchants and taking the supplies that his tribe needed.
His older brother, Marcos never agreed with the way Veius like
to do things, he preferred to do things fairly, by hunting, gathering
and trading. He has attempted to teach his little brother how to
hunt, he was never able to grasp the concept, and was too
impatient to learn slowly. They soon started to enter the plains,
where it hardly ever rained and the food was scarce. His father
chose a forest to set up a camp, several trees have died and fallen
over due to the lack of water, but he didn't want to risk the chance
of being exposed in the open. Due to the tribes notorious
reputation, they were bound to get into a confrontation. The
tribe set up a fire and started to settle down as the sunset,
the members started cooking, sharping their tools, setting
up a shelter with the tree trunks and branches that have
fallen, one member in particular hadn't settled down. As
Veius was prancing around the campsite, everyone else
started drifting off. His father, said, half asleep "Make sure
to put out the fire before you sleep." Veius responded quickly
"Yeah yeah" as he caught eye of something in the brush. It was
a deer, tall and muscular, grazing in the distance. Veius
immediately thought about how that deer could feed his
entire tribe, so he reached for his brothers bow and took a
shot, completely missing, the deer started to run. He quickly
chased after it, running through the forest. The deer eventually
went out of sight, Veius was quite disappointed in himself,
when he realized how far he ran. He started heading back,
soon after he could smell the faint scent of smoke, as he
got closer, he saw the forest fire, spreading rapidly through
the dead trees, his heart ached, and all his emotions were
over run by fear, so he started to run.

To this day, at the crack of dawn, Veius lights a small fire pit
to commemorate his father, his brother, and the rest of his
tribe that died because of his carelessness. He would watch
the sun rise as the smoke filled the air around him, he would
watch it for them, as they'd never see the sun rise again.

(490 words)

[avior.]

username:
avior.
name:
orsa telsgudd II
10 word personality:
he's well versed in unwarranted aggression and his dazzling attitude
what do they do at the crack of dawn? (500 words MAX.)
res w/ him being like the prince of some kingdom, maybe
go with a more sci-fi take

[Softea]

Username: Softea
Name: Arthur 'Famous'
10 word personality:
“Careful now, don’t get too close ‘cause I might bite”
What do they do at the crack of dawn?
414/500

As the sun began to shine it’s glow over the rows of hills, the rocky, sandy beaches, the blue ocean water...



"Where my haters?
Where my haters?
I don't got 'em
I'm not famous, no

It don't matter what my name is
I don't got one, I'm not famous, no
And I don't hate it, no."
-AJR 'I'm Not Famous'



Arthur sings as loud as possible, running through the streets like a little kid, twirling in the streets with ladies(most of the time they just slap him). He gets up at 3:00am or so, and makes his way to town for his 'debut'.
Believe or not, with Arthur's gigantic ego, he is actually quite shy once he gets to know people. If people he knows hear him singing in the morning as his usual ritual, he get extremely embarrassed and runs away into to town to buy some bread and such. He is quiet other than the fact that he loves singing, which is odd because he really wants to be a musician, or some sort of rock star. But he guessed that old-Ireland didn't have those. The castles, everything. Other than his usual morning song, when he gets up at the crack of dawn, he loves to hang out near the rocky beaches with his ukulele or small guitar and strum his own songs, making them up as he goes and writing them down as the stars go up.



"Paparazzi is at an all-time low
Paparazzi they don't care where I go"
-AJR I'm Not Famous



He sings sincerely to those he wishes to become friends with, but most of the time they just push him away, which makes his heart sing sad songs, although he does have a couple friends, but they're not around Ireland often and he gets quite lonely, so as he continues to sing his heart out, he hopes that the wind can carry his song across the sea.

Arthur would quietly sit on the roof of his home staring at the ever-changing dawn, the red, to the orange, to the bright yellow of the morning sun. The stars would slowly go to sleep for the day, and that was when Arthur would sing his lullaby.



"Sweet dreams dear stars,
for now you go to sleep,
but soon you will wake,
and I will still be here to witness,
your breathtaking glow as,
there will never be a day where,
I, am not watching you."
-Lullaby by Softea

[slasher // twig]

Username: twig
Name: Reid
10 word personality: He is purposefully rude and annoying but is really sensitive.
What do they do at the crack of dawn?
Reid begins every morning by -- wip
idea: texts friends/family and occasionally bothers complete strangers just to wake any one that he can

[miku]

Username:
Name:
10 word personality:
What do they do at the crack of dawn? (500 words MAX.)

Res with tending to his garden

[.paris.]

Username: .paris.
Name: anarchy
10 word personality:

"i will remember and recover, not forgive and forget"

What do they do at the crack of dawn? (500 words MAX.)

early in the morning at the rise of day
when the sun breaks its shell over the fray
and spills its warm red blood over the sky
when the birds begin to croon and sing their lies
resistance rests in his red ruthless room
writing his way out of his tomb
bloodshot eyes and black sprinkled ink
giving him space to be and time to think
when he was young he slept straight through the night
not troubled by fear or taken by fright
unknowing of the trouble brewing outside
by the government encroaching over their rights
like death himself spreading his cloak
over the winding streets covered in smoke
but when the soldiers came clothed in black
and took his family with no going back
his mother hid him under the stairs
with an order to stay and a kiss with care
he only survived by hiding his eyes
and refusing to breathe when they passed him by
leaving him alone with an unlit match
and a pile of kindling in his heart to catch
so he took his anger and turned to the side
and came to the page and took it in stride
and wrote out his ideas deep into every eve
until the dawn broke and he felt he could breathe
every idea centered around one brief menagerie
a concept he decided to entitle anarchy

[carpe noctem.]

Username: aesthete.
Name: svilator (lator coming from the Latin word bellator, meaning warrior & the Czech name svitani meaning dawn) ohen
10 word personality: the fire outside was weak, the one inside him.. blazing.
What do they do at the crack of dawn? (500 words MAX.)

Fighting, training.. preparing.

He moves through the forest undected, each stride gracing the forest floors with steps of purpose as he sets of in pursuit to the familiarity of his personal training grounds.

Upon reaching the small clearing in the dense woodland, Svila practices his fighting. The kalon moves swiftly as he goes through the daily rigorous training he puts himself through, all in preparation for the war of the throne.

For you see, it is more than just enhancing his skills and becoming a better fighter.. It's much more than that. Svilator was the former heir to the throne of his kingdom, though under the night of the blood moon it was all taken away from him by another kingdom. His parents slaughtered, Svilator made a oath to regain the throne when the next blood moon had rose into the sky, painting the world in blood.

A then, that day, he would strike. All of his work, his preparation.. It would be worth it. He would gain the ohen throne once again.

But for now, he would remain on the outskirts of the kingdom borders, training.. preparing, for the fateful day.

[Alantica]

Username: Alantica
Name:
10 word personality:
What do they do at the crack of dawn? (500 words MAX.)

Res ;u;