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Why do you want him?I'm trying out for Agron as I fell in love with his design and immediately saw a character in him; I only try out for animals that I see a character in, a character I can bond to easily. He'd be my first bean, though that doesn't matter. If I were to win him, I'd try to roleplay him on the forums -- he'd have a spot in my signature. (and heart!) I do hope he will go to an amazing and caring home.
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Gender:Male
Accessories: Nothing. If he can make anything beautiful in his mind, this includes himself; he is perfect, and knowing this, he wears nothing that would destroy his perfection.
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Make it come alive: -Notice: if an image is not labeled, it is drawn by me.
Text for "Agron" above is from fontmeme.com¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯
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Likes: He could stare all day,
and marvel at their beauty.Landscapes
Nature
Architecture
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Dislikes:While he still sees their beauty,
they are not of his tastes.Wasps
Hornets
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"Perfect Moment"In the eyes of Agron;I am Agron. I see the world through colourful eyes; creative, with-standing of the dullest shade. I use the world as my papyrus canvas, though with much more colour; I pour my soul into every image I experience in my thoughts; I make it a piece of art, beautiful. I create my own images on a filled canvas, I will make you beautiful, worthy, honourable. Whatever I wish; I will seek out your faults and polish them, protrude them from your soul, and make every other soul envious. I am Agron.
Where I live, every grain of sand is different, all beautiful in the hot, shimmering, distant ocean of sand they have created. The ground flows like liquid gold under your feet; the texture makes you delirious, the sight makes you hallucinate. The desert truly is the most perfect creation in history; every step is erased, leaving the perfect complexion to review itself. But there is another creation that nearly rivals the desert itself; the pyramids. Golden white; shimmering, a perfect creation built by man himself; flawless, immaculate. A true beauty to behold, and nonetheless, cradled in the touch of the deserts sand. This is my home.
In the eyes of others;Agron tends to space out, his mind absent as he is perfecting everything in his mind; making it truly magical, mystical. Longing for more, always; leading himself into places that are best left untouched. Just so he can observe their beauty and take it in. However, in his own world; it often times collides with reality, mixes his thoughts, truth showing through. Beauty showing through. He is very self defined, claiming his purpose is to see beauty in everything -- however, when Agron isn't off glorifying in his mind, he can seem quite pushy, demanding answers and knowledge. Sometimes, Agron is mistaken as a girl because of his figure - he isn't very fond of these mistakes.
In the eyes of the world;
Agron stood proud and tall, the wind caressing his fur, his skin. He breathed in deeply, sighing with satisfaction as he looked over his surroundings, his surroundings looking right back into the depths of his soul. Agron sat neatly, observing a bird upon a branch that possessed great beauty. A small, dainty bird; a simple, delicate design that somehow flourished. It's plain colours inherited from it's gender blended in quite well; and the dullness gave the bird quite a bit of character. Though Agron's attention was put elsewhere as he caught the scent of live greens, an aroma of life carried him away to an oasis far off in this perfect desert; beauty within beauty. He padded through the growths, taking in the sights and smells as he was greeted with a cool rock that he soon took power over, jumping onto and standing.
He slid soon down from the rock he was standing upon, pebbles trembling as they fell from the grips of the larger stones. Agron had found and oasis; a thing of pure beauty within a landscape of perfection. Many shades of lush green flew into Agrons eyes, a beautiful growth of life booming in the middle of a golden unforgiving ocean of sand. Agron dipped his head down to the bright water - bright and clear. He sank his muzzle into it's depths and began to lap. The water was so purified - innocent. He could feel it cleanse him, sinking to his own depths. When his thirst was clenched, he raised his head, inhaling. He saw the sheer beauty of this small world; the golden sands framing the green life that sprouted from this rare, fertile ground.
He looked up to the spotting in the tree lining; sun pouring through, feeding the life. However, the only light was fed to the plants; being any large animals were absent, as if to avoid this place. Agron had noticed but just took pride, bathing in the perfection, beauty, fairness. Seeing the untouched, simply awestruck by the sights his senses were taking in. But the oasis was luring him, taking hold of his senses and dragging him in deeper. Entrancing him. This oasis was much larger than it seemed.
As Agron found himself deeper into the oasis, losing his sense of direction, the plants began to flourish in red hues, calling out to any creature that dare step foot this far into the oasis.
Come closer, observe our beauty.The plants seemed to scream out to Agron, the scents intoxicating as the ground grew soft, padded, and cold, sending shivers down his spine.
Closer, Agron. Agron shook his head, his vision clouded by the shades of red that surrounded him, creating a never-ending growth of madness; something not many escape from. Not as if they wanted, though; a colourful wonderland that intoxicates all your senses. -Who would want to leave?
Agron, you can't leave. Stay, come closer.Agron's food stepped on a brittle object, cracking it with ease. He looked down, welcomed by the sight of bones; bones of one of his own kind. His eyes grew wide, only to slim once again as the sunlight streaming through the dense overgrowth reached his eyes, stinging them, forcing him to observe his surroundings rather than a hint of his old home. He stared down at the bones; they were not rotting. Something had clearly stripped the creature of it's tissues and had a feast... insects; creatures that would rip you limb to limb if they had the chance, but beautiful nonetheless in their survival tactics.
He began to back up, staring down at the remains. Perhaps it was time to leave this rich place; to flee back to the sands. Agron turned, facing the opposite way of the bones, and began to walk. Feet padding along the soft, leafy ground. Before long, he kicked the very same bones he had stepped on. He took in a breath, swallowing hard as he gazed down at the bones that taunted him. He gritted his teeth in frustration and confusion, angrily turning again. This time, he ran, darting through the thick red plant life.
His heart raced, his breaths heavy. No matter how beautiful this place was, he was in strict danger. A fierce danger that was not immediate, but there all the same; it would take place just in a matter of time, if he could not find a safe exit out of this dangerous maze. Adrenaline pumped through Agron's system, pushing him farther. He kept circling; always finding himself back at the bones. He jumped over them swiftly, making a dash as he continued his run when he heard a buzzing noise coming from above. He stopped dead in his tracks, gazing up at a nest of hornets. Awful. But they gave him insight.
Up!Agron scaled a tree, avoiding the nest, his claws digging into the lightly red tinted trunk that was covered in reddish mosses, ferns, and other plant life. He climbed and climbing, digging into the bark as he reached the top, clinging and leaning his weight against two branches, balancing his weight as he gazed around. The leafs were thick, but he could see the light flickering as it interacted with the clear water. He scaled down the trunk, walking slow, carefully monitoring his tracks as he made his way to an exit. And soon, he was out; ignoring the water and sights, he found his beautiful golden home. Though he was very unaware of the creature that had found it's way, and followed Agron to the outer of the deadly oasis. A Davius. (
Dahb-ve-us) Unaware until he heard a clicking chirp noise as he spun around, staring directly into cold colour eyes that somehow felt warm to him; a fur pelt coloured in beauty, strong legs meant for running, jumping, and climbing. The creature looked up at Agron, then in one swift movement jumped onto Agron's back, clinging to his fur. Agron froze, startled as long arms and nimble paws inspected him, digging for food, only to find none. However, Agron felt an immediate fondness for this creature. "Anu." He whispered to himself; he liked the sound of it.
This will be Agron's companion animal, Anu.¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯
Other art, unrelated to the story;
above art by Crimsoned -- Thank you! 
