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[RedFur1322]

And I set fire... To the rain~

•Username: RedFur1322
•Name: Adara
•Gender: Female

Personality:
Adara is a fighter, with a taste for danger that surpasses even the greatest dare devil.
She will do anything that satisfies her need for peril,
which often means doing things that are thought to be impossible.
She has a love for fire that burns so brightly, she will try to be
near it anyway she can.
Most of her activities do include jumping
through fire hoops.
She is very rebellious, as most would say, and if someone tells her to do something,
she does the opposite.
She is that last of the romantics. In fact, seeing affection for one
another makes her sick.
Her only love is for fire.
She thinks irrationally,
Jumping into danger before thinking
About it.
She also has ADHD.

Hidden power, shining bright,
Bring me bravery and courage tonight.
Show me how to be very strong,
Show me that I have had strength all along.
Hidden power, shining bright,
Guide me with courage and might.

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Dropping out. Somgbird now uses my idea but I am helping Robyn Hode.

[Master of Nothing]

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First Name: Amanda
Last Name: Parkins
Gender: female
Age: 25
Sexuality: heterosexual
Song: Hey Brother- Avicii

Loving:: Adventurous:: Thoughtful:: Resourceful:: Intelligent:: Outgoing:: Ambitious:: Passionate
[Amanda is a very loving person, who sees only potential in the world. As soon as she notices a problem, she jumps on it and tries to stop it as soon as possible, as efficiently as possible. Because of this, she is also very ambitious and willing to take risks. Amanda is very intelligent and used to be a history teacher, so that also helps when volunteering for various causes. -wip-]

There's an endless road to re-discover...
[Amanda is a real adventurer. She was born in Great Britain, but now enjoys exploring the world. Her favorite places to go are Antarctica and Saudi Arabia. She insists that the world will never tire from discoveries, since the world is constantly evolving and shifting. She doesn't wander as a tourist, though. She always has a goal- feed poor families, search the depths of a cavern, hunt for a rare species, etc. She does it for free, just out of the good of her heart. Amanda knows that the world will also never exhaust problems, but she makes a point to fix them the best she can.]

Oh, if the sky comes falling down,
For you, there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do.
[relationships]
Love is all that matters <3

Amanda looked out of the helicopter door. "You uh... you sure this is safe?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the noise of the propellers.
The pilot waved her off. "Kid, I'm a military pilot. I've done this a million times, of course it's safe!" he replied in a harsh voice.
Amanda clutched the door handles. "But I mean, wouldn't it be easier to land?" she asked. The pilot didn't reply, and as she turned to him she saw he was listening to music on his MP3. "Great." she grumbled. "I'm on my own then."
Amanda stared down at the cold ice below. The wind carried her frozen breath off into the distance. She would either land on thick, solid ice, or in the freezing depths of the ocean. Preferably softly. And then there was that spot. That big, black spot just below the surface of the ice. It moved to the side every once and a while, but what was it?
Amanda squinted down into the spot, following it with her eyes. Focusing a little too well, she lost grip on the handles and feel. She screamed and tried to grab back on, but by then she was ten feet from reach. Her terrified eyes widened, and once she was in the soft, wispy clouds, she pulled the parachute bag she was lucky enough to have prepared. Amanda sighed as the parachute opened, and she began drifting much slower than before. She grinned and began laughing hysterically. Once she had calmed down, she allowed herself to feel the wind flow ever so gently in between her fur. Eyes closed, Amanda breathed in the cool antarctic air. This is living, she thought.
Her feet landed on the ice, and she opened her eyes once more. Looking down, she realized that she had landed on the spot. "Penguins!" she cheered. This was exactly what Amanda was looking for. There had been a reported population decrease in Macaroni penguins, and she came to check it out. Excitedly, she took out a camera from her pocket and took pictures of the birds at her feet. Soon, the penguins were back on land. Without effort, they glided on the ice on their stomachs. One shied away from the group to meet Amanda. This penguin was one of few who hadn't slid on the ice, and one of the same few that hadn't extended their wings.
The penguin honked loudly at Amanda, hopping around her in circles and prodding at her tail with his beak. "Oh, stop it now!" Amanda teased. "I only want to help, if you'll allow me." The penguin nodded its head, and motioned for her to continue. "Bright little creatures you are, I didn't know you could do that." Amanda observed. "So what's the problem, then? Show me." The bird backed a foot away from her, and looked up pleadingly. "Well? I'll never fix you up if you don't let me see what's the matter."
Reluctantly, he moved towards her. Amanda reached out to the bird, allowing it to get comfortable before she did much more. She recognized his condition as angel wing syndrome, an issue caused in birds by high-calorie food. After examining the fish that the penguins ate and giving them a healthier diet, she returned to the penguins and brought some with her to a bird research center in America. The issue is under control now, after several months, but Amanda was touched by the penguins like no creature she'd ever seen before. She returns to the location often, and finds that same bird waiting for her each and every time.
In one of her most recent trips back to the birds, Amanda returned to the penguin, where it outstretched its now healed wings to hug her.
"Penguins are much like plumerians." Amanda explained at her interview. "Not only are they extraordinary and intelligent, but when they've found someone they love, they never forget that person. They'll always greet them with open arms, ready for whatever the next adventure brings. This penguin's next great adventure is a family. He introduced me to his new mate, and two chicks, which are being raised healthy and strong. It warms my heart in this freezing place to know that love is something shared by all creatures, something to nurture and care for. It's like a souvenir, except you keep it with you forever, no matter what."

res!!!

[feverrr]

I truly don't think I'll win... But I guess I'll try.

Hello, I'm Blair Sorren. I got the name Blair from the sun mark on my shoulder. My mama always called me her Blaring Sun. I've got Sorren as my last name, because, it is what my parents last names were. I, personally, really do like my name. I feel as if it is as passionate, and smooth off the tongue. Although I like my name, Blair is not what most call me, I am most commonly called Soliel. name of Soliel. It is short and sweet, and very soft. Incase you haven't caught on, Soliel means sun in french. Well, you might have noticed, my name is mostly sun based, and I love the sun. I love the heat it radiates, I love the golden warm light that is gives off, and I find the shining pale yellow orb to be a magical sign. Its just amazing.

Blazing bright and bold, shining soft and sweet, a golden orb in the milky sky.

From golden browns, to dark chestnut hues, I blaze with distinguished colours.

Ｗｈａｔ Ｉ'ｍ ｌｉｋｅ ｗｈｅｎ ｎｏｂｏｄｙ'ｓ ｗａｔｃｈｉｎｇ.

I would say that these five words describe me the best; Bold, intelligent, curious, adventurous, and excitable. I am bold in a few ways. I am never afraid to speak out, or help someone, when another does them wrong. I adventurous in these ways; I love to explore the beaches outside my house, looking for beach glass, rocks, and shells for my collection. Curiosity is a strength in my mind. I have a drive to succeed, and to find out the meaning, and place of everything. The thing I would say I'm most curious about, is oceanology. I love studying the sea, and its creatures. I am intelligent... Just get to know me.

✰ ✩ ✰ ✩ ✰ ✩ ✰

Ｉ ＴＨＩＮＫ Ｉ ＳＥＥ ＹＯＵ
✰ ✩ ✰ ✩ ✰ ✩ ✰

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ＳＯＲＯ - Ｔｈｅ ｂｏｌｄ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ ｔｉｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｅｎｄ.

Soro and Soliel met in a very simple way. They happened to cross paths at the beach oneday, and Soliel complimented Soro on her vibrant blue feathers, and stunning streaked pattern. Soro had thanked her, and it basically went uphill from there! They met up alot more, and by now they're best friends. Sonoran is often traveling around, because she often goes between the Alps, to visit her semi 'boyfriend' Brandy, but she doesn't talk about him much though, cause they're not a real thing yet, and California, to visit Soliel. They're great friends, and they hope they always will be.

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Sweet or citrus fruits.
(Coconut, pineapple.)

Swiss milk chocolates.

Hot cocoa w/ a lot of
whipped cream ontop.

Ｉｔｅｍｓ

Her book about beach
exploration and shells.

Her lil shell collection.

Beach glass collection.

Beach rocks collection.

Ｆｏｏｄｓ

Spicy or saucy foods.
(Spaghetti, Burritos.)

Doesn't like caramel.

"Kool Aid', juice box,
and fruit leathers....

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Super old soccer ball,
and an old soccer net.

Workout equipment...

Crabs. They're freaky.

Anything sharp/pointy.

Ｈｅｒ ｂａｎｄａｎｎａ: Soliel's first item is a bandanna, a small red and
brown pattern, with many intricate swirls and polka dots scattered throughout.


Ｈｅｒ ｔａｉｌ ｃｈａｒｍ: Her next item, is a tail charm. It is a small gold
feather shaped charm hanging of a thin gold chain from the middle of her long tail.


Ｓｈｏｕｌｄｅｒ ｂａｇ: A small tanned leather shoulder bag of which she keeps
some of her favorite possessions, because she is to afraid to leave them at home alone.

Ｗｈａｔｓ ｉｎ ｈｅｒ ｂａｇ?

Soliel currently keeps three items in her
shoulder bag. Her plush cardinal toy she
has had since she was born, a small note
book about the beach outside her house,
and last but not least, her special shell.

WIP STILL!

[orca-xing]

Res with the name Liz

[Dova]

reserve! <3

[Manakete]

"I am Ismaire, a Warrior of the Sands. I was born and raised in the desert. As a pup, I played with the scorpions and the cobras. I have learned to disregard fear. As a pup, the huntresses of my clan brought the other pups and I on hunts. I was raised to be a fighter. As a pup, I was held close to my mother's strong heart as we snuggled together to stay warm during the frigid nights. I was taught to retain my humanity."

Ismaire
Name: Ismaire ilaf Kenite
Name Origin: Ismaire shares her name with the mother of the myrmidon, Joshua,
from Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones. In the game, Ismaire is the queen of the desert nation, Jehanna.
'ilaf Kenite' means 'of Kenite', signifying that Ismaire is of the Kenite Clan.
Nicknames: Ismaire, Iss
Age: Nineteen years
Zodiacs: Gemini | The Ox
Orientation: Demisexual | Demiromantic
Accessories: Soft leather belt and satchel, necklace of feathers and bones, removable hunting claws

"My clan is known as the Kenite Clan. We are the oldest remaining Clan on this desert. We have been living on this sandy plain for thousands of years. And as it happens, our existence was threatened less than two decades ago.
Our clan is matriarchal, led by females. Males are only permitted to guide during times of war when the matriarch is on the battlefield. When a matriarch dies, all eligible females are required to fight for the chance to lead. Eligible females are classified as mentally and physically healthy, at least sixteen years of age, and have no mate. The battles run until one female yields to another. Some argue that this system is outdated and useless, but it holds strong and ties in to our ideals. One does not simply abandon a cultural ritual."

Enter the Desert Enigma
Ismaire insists she isn't really much of an enigma, but some of her fellow clan members believe otherwise.
Ismaire is quiet, steadfast, intelligent, and clever. She is also kind, polite, gallant, and dutiful. Ismaire minds herself around others and carefully chooses her words before saying them. This gives her an air of wisdom and nobility, but when alone, she speaks freely and often without thinking.
Ismaire is not easily upset, as she strongly dislikes needless violence, but when she does get upset, she usually solves the problem physically, through use of force. She has not yet lost a fight and many say she could become the next matriarch due to her strength and cunning. However she is apprehensive about the thought of being Kenite's matriarch, as she believes herself to be too young and inexperienced.

"The Kenite Clan is moderately religious. We pray to seven gods: Medea, Agni, Laruta, Gisa, Thiar, Mazkei, and Kirad.
Medea is the goddess of death. We pray to her to protect our crops, our families, and our prey from death's cold grip. She is also affiliated with malady, or disease. Twice every season, we hold a ceremony for Medea in the hopes that she will spare us from being afflicted with illness.
Agni is the goddess of fire and the sun. We pray to her at sunrise and sunset. She is the source of all life and works in contrast to Medea.
Laruta is the god of water and weather. He is the husband of Agni, and together, they sustain the desert. When Laruta brings the refreshing rains, we dance for his honor, glory, and respect.
Gisa is the god of harmony. We pray to him that we may never turn on each other in rage and always live in peace. It would appear that I do not always fall under Gisa's blessing...
Thiar is the sky goddess. She created all of the animals in the sky and works with Laruta to control the world's winds.
Mazkei is the god of the earth, husband to Thiar. He created the land's animals, including us, and control's the quakes of the earth.
Kirad is the goddess of animals and hunting, and is the patron goddess of the Kenite Clan. Kirad works with Mazkei and Thiar to preserve the creatures of the world. She hunts only for survival, and urges others to do the same. Her mortal form is similar to what we plumerians look like."

Sentinel
"Though I am young, I am a sentinel of the clan. It is my duty to patrol the borders of the Kenite territory and protect the clan from all threats.
The sentinel's job is the hardest of any in the clan, even the matriarch. We must be insurmountable and strong, like the mountains far away on the horizon. However, humanity is a vital aspect of our culture. We are to be on guard, always watching. And we are to always remember our values. Our job and culture conflict each other so strongly. And the only solution is undeniable strength. We are told, "Remain strong in the face of adversity and you shall prevail." So that is what we do."

"I think I had siblings. I don't really remember. My mother rarely speaks of them. I suspect the pain is too great. My father died when I was a pup in a battle known as The Desert Siege. I will tell you all that I know about it."

The Desert Siege
"It was sunset. The sentinels had just switched shifts and were on patrol. All was normal.
A few clouds were rolling in, but they weren't big enough to bring rain. My father, a plumerian sentinel named Kendrick, was out patrolling. There had been mentions of enemies near the eastern border. Everyone was on alert, especially the sentinels.
The night passed slowly, but peacefully. Kendrick saw nothing unusual. Then, near dawn, he heard screaming from the village.
He returned as quickly as he could to find the village under attack. A large group of plumerian bandits had infiltrated the clan and were fighting for control of its land.
My mother, Olivora, did her best to protect us. But there were too many bandits, and my mewling siblings were slain in cold blood. Olivora, grief-stricken and afraid, took me and fled, seeking refuge at a nearby oasis for a week.
I later learned that Kendrick was slain fighting the leader of the bandits. The leader died shortly after Kendrick due to blood loss.
That is all I have been told."

Mother: Olivora ilaf Kenite, alive
Father: Kendrick ilaf Kenite, deceased
Siblings: Brother, Ligt ilaf Kenite, deceased | Sister, Eleanri ilaf Kenite, deceased | Brother, Sigmur ilaf Kenite, deceased

Resilience
"Our clan was nearly wiped out that day. We used to number nearly two hundred. We number thirty-four now, and twenty then. However, the Kenite Clan is strong. We will return to our former numbers."

"I am Ismaire, a Warrior of the Sands. I was born and raised in the desert. As a pup, I played with the scorpions and the cobras. I have learned to disregard fear. As a pup, the huntresses of my clan brought the other pups and I on hunts. I was raised to be a fighter. As a pup, I was held close to my mother's loving heart as we snuggled together to stay warm during the frigid nights. I was taught to retain my humanity...
And I am strong."

[Valesfer]

reserve <3

[SplashofOrangeJuice]

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• Rowan Reinhardt • Art Student with a minor in Aerospace Engineering • city dweller in the desert, AZ •

Cacti, animals, landscapes, city life, abnormalities, relationships, beauty
Bisbee, Santa Fe, Tucson, Los Angeles, Boulder, San Francisco, Portland
20, female, straight
terrariums, succulents, books, organization, Christmas lights, natural sunlight, portraiture, watercolor, graphite, acrylic, digital, oil
dusty bohemian, hipster chic, trendy vintage

resresres -also id appreciate it if you don't copy my ideas.

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