[CompleteCuriosity]

Are you going another no form left behind for this one, Beatnik? I know I was able to apply a lot of the suggestions from the last one to this application, so it definitely helped a lot.

Just wondering, I guess.

Absolutely! nwn I love judging that way and I believe the plumerians can use giving feedback on forms!

Yay! I love that way! Even if I don't win, I'll still be happy that I got feedback! Good luck ppl, there are a lot of amazing forms!

[Mythy]

Are you going another no form left behind for this one, Beatnik? I know I was able to apply a lot of the suggestions from the last one to this application, so it definitely helped a lot.

Just wondering, I guess.

Absolutely! nwn I love judging that way and I believe the plumerians can use giving feedback on forms!

excellent! thanks, I just didn't see whether you were doing that or not on the first post

[Anza]

Could you please extend this?

Checking your form, it looks like you have nothing in the past two weeks uAu If you had something, I may have considered with a vote, but it's unfair to people who have been working these past two weeks to extend for someone who hasn't had anything up for the time that was given.

Its alright, I understand! ^^
But I have been working on my form and have posted it now, will just do codding edits until the contest ends.

[Master of Nothing]

Are you going another no form left behind for this one, Beatnik? I know I was able to apply a lot of the suggestions from the last one to this application, so it definitely helped a lot.

Just wondering, I guess.

Absolutely! nwn I love judging that way and I believe the plumerians can use giving feedback on forms!

I'm very glad your doing this! I love this concept, so thank you!

[Mythy]

since I'm going to bed now and won't be awake for judging, I'm saying my good lucks now- all of your forms were amazing, and I know Beatnik's gonna have a hard time judging this one. Good luck at all y'all

[Master of Nothing]

Oops, forgot to say good luck before I went to sleep! Good luck!

[cheesewedge]

x. good luck, all! c:

[Anza]

good luck guys! C:

[Beatnik]

THEOrnithologist

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❒Best Friends❒

Paxton rested his chin in his hand, staring at the landscape in front of him. Without turning his head, he said, "Come on, Betsy!" He clapped his hands, and a plump, young cow trudged forward. She mooed loudly, as if complaining about the hike.
Paxton rolled his eyes. "It's not that bad now, only a mile further!" he encouraged, but Betsy stood still and refused to budge. "I'm going now," Paxton teased, his feet kicking up dust on the dirt ground. Betsy the cow reluctantly started forward, her head hanging low.
They had walked for a good half hour when they finally came upon a wooden sign that read "The Shadow Ranch" in fresh, glowing paint above them. Paxton skipped forward and plunged his fist into the air with excitement. "Yee-haw!" he cheered. He turned and ran for Betsy, hugging her. "Don't ya see girl? We're home!" he said, picking up his hat and flinging it onto the fence beside him.
"What'ya recon we do next?" he asked. The cow sighed through her nose, and a mix of warm air and snot landed on Paxton. He brushed it off. "Fine, be like that, but I'm gonna go make some food anyhow. What'dya want?' he asked. The plumie smirked, and looked at the trimmed grass at his feet. "Right, well I'm gonna have some steak- er, hash-browns." he decided, noticing the terrified look on Betsy's face.
Paxton entered his home, to the right of the old barn. He grabbed a glass from the kitchen table and started gulping down some warm water. He had only started to skin the potatoes for his food when he heard a very loud yell coming from outside. He rushed straight towards the stables where Betsy usually laid, to find that she had acquired a splinter from the unpolished wooden fence. "Now, now, I knew I should've started to work on polishing that fence first. Sorry dear, let's get that all cleaned up, I'm sure you'll be fine." Paxton took out a cell phone from his pocket and called the vet, stroking Betsy's black and white fur all the while.
After a long wait, the vet appeared, took the splinter out, and dressed the wound. Impatiently, she told Paxton that the cost was $1,000. Paxton sighed and gave the woman the money, and began stroking Betsy once more as the vet took it. Paxton's brown eyes lingered to the van as she left, and then retreated to Betsy. He threw his arms around her with happiness. "Betsy, you silly girl! Well, there goes the money for that trip to Arizona... oh well though, you mean more to me than the world. You're worth much more than some dumb ol' trip! The adventures we go on are free, anyway." Paxton smiled, and wiped away the sweat on his forehead. He and Betsy watched as the sun set, and stayed outside in the cold until long after the sun went down.

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❒Wanted❒

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What could he have done,
A wanted man so kind?
An odd phenomenon,
Yes it is,
But maybe I've gone blind.
His past is dark and mysterious,
And only told to friends.
He stole the money from the bank,
Just to receive a higher rank.
True it is,
He needed it most,
But really its not much to boast.
But what matters more,
The bitter beginning,
or the far sweeter end?
This cowboy's story is not yet done,
But as for this form,
It's until we meet again.

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So I was actually really enjoying reading this one. It was cute and had a bit of childish humor in it that I really liked, but then it kind of lost my interest when the splinter idea was used and Paxton called a vet to remove a splinter. The story still showed a good amount of character though, so I applaud you for that. It was quite sweet to read. I wasn't too intrigued by the poem, I do love poetry, but I just felt there wasn't enough to that as an extra. There was a lot of word room left and I would have enjoyed having more to read and learn about Paxton than a poem that I didn't really follow very well. It's nice, but I wouldn't use this kind of extra in a limited extra contest because it just left me a little confused and wanting more information rather than mystery. I really love the art, but I feel more character for it would have been nice. Maybe with his cow, Betsy, and a background to show more effort (But not a background that makes the art look bad. So if you aren't good with backgrounds, maybe hire an artist or focus on more writing.

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username;;

Hello, I'm Olivionary!



name;;

I have chosen the name Hurley Bale for this adorable little Plumie.
- Hurley has no specific meaning as far as I'm aware - but it links to the Lost character.
- Bale means 'Living near the Castle Wall'

gender;;

Hurley is biologically male and doesn't believe other wise, however he does still have his feminine moments.

personality;;

Hurley is a rather outgoing young Plumie who carrys a big heart, told to be 'made of gold'. He is incredibly social and speaks with confidence, but he often tells the lamest of jokes. He finds himself humorous until others tell him how bad his joke was, this does give him a dose of low self esteem. This dose of low self esteem doesn't slow him down for long though, as he is soon up and running as he would usually!

He loves singing and baked beans! Sure it is rather stereotypical of a 'cowpoke', but he loves it! Camping and sitting around a fire with his guitar is basically what dear, old Hurley dreams of. He enjoys those nights where he gets to lay out in his sleeping bag and stare up at the stars above, he thinks it's beautiful and one day, Hurley hopes to share this with someone whom he can love.

He's also rather flirty when he wants to be, mainly when his has his sights set on someone in particular.

Naturally loving, Hurley also has a short temper and is one of those Plumies in which you do not want to get on the bad side of when they are already annoyed. I do not suggest delving into this side of Hurley as it can get nasty - he has done some terrible things.

Despite that, Hurley has a soft spot for young Plumies as well as animals - it also makes him a bit of a hopeless romantic. He is comforted by the concept of love, and being loved. He hopes to have children one day and show them the world how he grew up to see it whilst comforting himself with the nostalgia.

burn the things you love and burn the ashes;;

Some may say that Hurley puts on a facade as he abandoned his old home in Arizona to a small town in Texas, the reason? Not many know if I am perfectly honest but those who do pledge not to tell anyone else in the enitre world, so with that Hurley is trusting you to hold on to his secret. At least for now.

I had a great time reading the personality, and I like what you had. A bit more dynamic though would have been nice (Deeper flaws, fatal flaws, fears, mistakes, etc). Most of it seems positive which portrays a very positive character, but I would have liked to know a few more things about him rather than more positive things that feel a little repetitive. You went in to depth with positive attributes, but not so much on the more negative ones. The art is absolutely gorgeous, and you put a lot of effort into it. I love the surroundings and how it really reflects the western feel, but a few more details in the background would make it feel less empty. Your second extra feels quite incomplete? Maybe it's just me, but I feel as if there was supposed to be more there but it wasn't ever added. The last section just makes me feel rather confused.

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✿ ｎａｍｅ: Chevalier a name of French origin meaning "horseman; knight." He's more commonly called Chevy.
✿ ｓｅｘ: Chevy is a male plumie ♂

✿ ｗｒｉｔｉｎｇ: Chevy watched, leaning on a the fence, as his cousin worked with her horse; a brown mare. He sighed heavily, maybe he wasn't meant to be there at all. After learning where his parents came from, he wanted to get in touch with his roots, and hoped he would finally find somewhere he belonged. He never liked city life, everything was drowned out by the hustle and bustle. So, he made his way to Texas to live on the family farm. Things weren't going well though. "Chevy!" A sharp call came from the barn, "What are you doing, boy?! You're supposed to be helping your cousin!" His uncle scolded him continued on before Chevy could reply.

Chevy approached nervously, the bruises of a frisky horse he accidentally frightened seemed to ache more. "Uncle said I should help you," He spoke quietly as his cousin came over to him. "Come on then, it's fun! The horse bucking was an accident!" His cousin chuckled and swung herself out of the saddle to stand beside him. Laying a hand of his shoulder and giving him a sympathetic look she left, Chevy quickly grabbed the horse before it ran. "Hey!" He called anxiously, what was he supposed to do with the horse?! "Take her inside, I'll be there!" His cousin's voice floated from further away. He nodded, trying to forget the uncertainty he felt. He was terrible at all the jobs, and again he didn't know what to do!

"Don't just stand there!" His uncle hollered. Chevy had decided to wait for his cousin to show him where the mare went. Unfortunately, his uncle came by. "We got work! Look boy, maybe a city boy like you doesn't belong here!" He shouted, giving Chevy a scowl. Finding his cousin looking at him with dismay, he figured she felt the same. "You know what?" He began, taking a breath. "I do belong here! My family is here, and I actually like it here. I like learning this stuff, and I like being able to see so far away the sky and the land blend together, and I like this farm and I like these horses. I belong here!" He cried, frustration causing tears to well up in his eyes. His uncle gave him a look of shock, and fell uncomfortably silent. Eventually his uncle cleared his throat. "Well, I uh, didn't know what this meant to you," He spoke quietly, which Chevy thought was strange for his uncle. "I want to be here, but not to be treated badly, I just wanted find my roots and I... I thought maybe I'd found somewhere I belonged." His uncle scratched his chin, then nodded. "You deserve it, boy. No one's ever talked to me like that. I'll give you another chance, but you have to keep up," His uncle said and walked off. "Thank you, you won't regret this!" Chevy starred after his uncle with a huge grin. This really was the start of something new. [499/500 words]

✿ ｅｘｔｒａ (ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ): Chevy is a lost plumie, a confused boy with a toe in each world. He misses his parents and the city, the place he grew up in, but he feels as though he needs to prove to himself and his family in Texas that he's more than some incompetent city boy. He adapted quite well from the crowed buildings to the open stretches of land, but he still has a long way to go before he can prove to anyone the farm is where he belongs. Chevy is a sweet boy, but he constantly worries about letting those around him down. It takes a lot for Chevy to stand up for himself. He wants to make his friends and family proud, but he doesn't believe no matter what they will be proud of him. He's gentle and a bit shy when making new friends, and although he thinks all the farm animals hate him, they seem to have taken a shine to the softly spoken Chevy. Chevy is trying to push himself out of his comfort zone in order to fit in with his family. He can't collect the eggs without breaking a couple, he can't get the horses to ride anything quicker than a trot and he'd definitely be no use herding the cattle, but he keeps trying no matter what. Chevy just needs to find his groove, he's a bit thrown off in such a strange environment but he's slowly getting into the rhythm of things. One day, Chevy will see he was getting better the whole time. [300/300 words]

✿ ｅｘｔｒａ (ｓｔｏｒｙ): "Come on, Chevy! We haven't got all day!" Chevy's uncle called to him and Chevy hurried to catch up. His uncle had decided Chevy was ready for his own horse. He may as well learn about horses with a horse of his own. "Are you sure I can do this?" Chevy asked nervously, looking around the stable stalls filled with many horses of different ages and colours. "I'm sure boy, you have to give yourself some more credit, really Chevy," His uncle replied, looking around the horses as well. "Ah, my old pal!" He exclaimed, greeting a plumie. "My nephew here is looking for his first horse," Chevy's uncle continued and pointed at Chevy who gave a shy wave. "Well, I think I have a couple perfect for you lad," His uncle's friend led them to some stalls. One housed a young bay horse, while in the other was a chestnut horse. "Take you pick, I'll even let you keep their riding gear." His uncle's friend departed with a wink. "Which one do I choose?" Chevy wondered while his uncle checked both horses over. "Healthy as, well, horses," His uncle chuckled at his own joke. "I'd say pick the chestnut one, he has a good spirit," His uncle replied, meaning the horse seemed more lively than the chestnut one. "I think... I want the chestnut one. It's quiet, just like me," Chevy decided. "Are you sure?" He uncle replied, sounding confused. Chevy nodded.

Chevy carefully held out an apple to his new companion, the chestnut horse. He smiled fondly as the horse looked at his warily, but took the fruit. "It's okay, I know you're going to be a great horse," He whispered to the horse. Maybe he was starting to finally fit in on the family farm after all. [300/300 words]

The writing in your form was fantastic! You had a really good character developing in here, but my only problem that caught me quite a few times was that you have some mistakes that distract the reader. Such as when the Uncle tells him to take the chestnut one: did you mean to put Bay? Otherwise it just seems a bit odd. Maybe ask for proof reading next time in the fanclub! nwn Also, your coding is very nice.

Username: EnderWolfie (I'm a non-owner ^^)

Name: Bobby McLean

Sex: Bisexual Male

Writing:
Bobby is a kind hearted western plumie who enjoys riding out into the wild west with his beloved horse named Dez. He has a very strong texas accent and loves spending time with his best friends in a local pub. Bobby rarely gets moody with his friends and always finds a way to get through all kinds of problems and solve them.
Since Bobby was young kid he has always dreamed of changing the world, destroying the badness and glorifying the greatness and beauty of Earth. He loves nature and always will, and absolutely loves bringing his friends together to hang around. One of the most important things to Bobby is his friends. He has never let them down and never will, and always gives them good advice when they need it. Forever, Bobby will be a wise, warmhearted and welcoming plumerian. That will never change. Never.

Extra:
Extra: One of Bobby's favourite hobbys is playing his beloved instrument, the banjo. He plays it every night with his folks sitting around a fire. Bobby also enjoys singing along to the song he is playing on his banjo and his friends do tend to join in too.

Though you had some good ideas here, I really feel like there could have been more depth to the character: more flaws and it would have been nice for there to be more info on this banjo of his. The art you have as well is quite appealing to look at, and a background would have made it really use as much as you can out of that extra. When given limited extras, it's good to try and reach the limit as much as you can: this shows a lot of effort into the form rather than just drafted ideas.

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username: cheesewedge. feel free to call me cheese, or whatever floats your boat. this is the first plum-
ie i've ever entered for. (though i've been stalking the thread for quite a while. cx)

name: laskey ride. he's carefree and compassionate, though a little bit of a loose cannon. what's so spe-
cial about the name laskey? it originates from anglo-saxon, i.e. relating to or denoting the germanic in-
habitants of england from their arrival in the 5th century up to the norman conquest. this plumie just
seems a little... german-ish to me, i really don't know why. eue

sex: male, guy, dude. heterosexual.

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laskey ride hails from a british family, originally from germany. he immigrated from germany at a very young age, and has lived in the center of the great state of texas for pretty much her entire life. he is a great multitasker, and works very hard on his ranch. starting from sunrise to sunset, he pulls weeds, feeds livestock, and cleans up his house, all in a very efficient manner. he tries not to get into too many fights, though he does have a sharp tongue and a way with words, making some of his words cut through the bone, and others heal any bleeding wound. he's an absolute genius at planning pretty much anything, and always has a plan for anything he ever does. he has a passion for playing the violin, and has spent countless sleepless nights composing, playing, and listening to music. he grew up an orphan, and invented his own last name. growing up on the rough streets of london, it's a surprise that he's this intellectual. he has trust issues, and has very strong 'spidey senses'. he's an extremely functional plumerian, and is a little too independent for his own good. he enjoys solitude, and doesn't have strong people skills. he's quiet, but not shy, and has a great sense of humor. he is talented with hunting, and tries to eat everything organic. he pretty much has a wall built around him, protecting him from any sort of leering. this is both a pro and con. sometimes, he resembles a emotionless rock, which makes him very hard to talk to and gain any sort of reassurance from. he isn't very good companionship, but he does do a very good job with cooking things from scratch. he improvises and changes his mind a lot, and most of his plans are a little crazy and weird. they usually end up with some horrible consequence, and maybe broken limb or two. he's extremely competitive, and if he has his mind set on something, he will do almost anything to reach his goal. if you earn his respect and trust, (which is quite a feat), then he remains loyal, and sometimes a little to single minded. he depends on logic a lot, and has a way of speaking with a mocking lit to his voice whenever he feels angry or annoyed. he isn't that gifted with hand to hand combat, and uses his lithe and agile body to defeat his opponent. he is fast mentally and physically, and is usually uses sarcasm to annoy and confuse his enemies. if you get to know him, you will discover that he actually is extremely compassionate, and is quite considerate to his loved ones, and people he respects. he has a habit of throwing some people on a high pedestal, and sometimes follows others a little too easily, a little too blindly.
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laskey hits home quite hard, and a little too perfectly. first of all, i happen to live in texas. i can tell you that we arn't your stereotypical cowboys and girls, we just say y'all a lot. i've rode plenty of horses, but i can assure you that car do indeed exist, and i still haven't seen a tumbleweed roll by yet. lets continue. laskey's coloring is amazing, and reminds me of an indian paintbrush. his bandana and feathers also contrast very nicely with his fur, and his jacket was a genius idea. the horseshoe indention on his paws are also perfect, they just help remind me more of a horse. i'm not that big of a fan of country music, (don't hurt me ;v;), but i can make an exception for 'gone country'. it makes a great theme song for him. he also reminds me a lot of home. i moved very recently, to a bigger town in texas, and it contrasts greatly from the small town i come from. homesick doesn't begin to describe to how i feel these days. the violin thing came from my own subconsciousness, i play the violin and piano. it's a great way to lose yourself and sort of loosen up. the london/german idea simply came up by accident. a friend took one look at him, and immediately told me that he was german, so what better way to use the surname 'laskey' as his name? i plan to roleplay with him, and get a lot more art made. all in all, the main reason i want laskey is that he just reminds me so much of my current life. c: thank you for considering!
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extra #2 from the amazingly talented kaden!

The character you made for this plumie was definitely believable for a character. Though I love western themes, people sometimes have to realize that people living in the West still have modern qualities and aren't just riding to school on horses. However I was kind of disappointed by the extra. Generally the 'Why I want this' sections aren't very meaty. I would like to see more on the character and what kind of character you are making of him rather than what I'm going to do with them. I recommend using these sections to write out more stories or more developing information. I find stories are the best thing to use instead of textbook writing (Summaries, dry text, etc.). The art you ordered is quite beautiful! :O I really like the colors of it, but more character in the pose and expression would have been nice. Also, sidenotes:
For your first plumie contest, you did very well! I really enjoy the writing and character, and the coding is really nice!

Hi, I'm Banana.! I currently own 1 plumerian from the non-owner contest.

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~Descend into awesomeness~

Please do not steal ideas.

The character you have is pretty common, flirtatious, kind, animal-lover, but it actually works nicely for the western plumie. I also really love Pete. Only big problem: I fell in love more with Pete than I did with Sawyer. Pete had more flaw points and I connected more with his miniature horse than I did with the plumerian's character that you made. Also, the art doesn't have much to it because of the very distracting filters on them. If you could have put an image of both Sawyer and Pete in one, it probably would have looked much nicer. Main point: focus more on the plumerian and don't let me fall in love with a fictional horse. I love Pete.

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username //
vibrant.
name //
Jackson,no reason why.He just looks like a Jackson.{in my eyes.}
sexuality and gender //
Jackson is a straight male.

the wild wild west //
300 words exact
Jackson woke up to the rooster.He slipped on his cowboy hat and clothing and padded downstairs to the kitchen.He tossed some bacon and eggs onto the table,one egg almost cracked open.He got out the pans and started to cook,soon he had his nice breakfast.After his meal, he walked outside.It seemed like it was afternoon the way the sun was acting.Jackson jumped up onto his horse.And he rode away.His horse ran like the wind."You know the way."Jackson said,his eyes nearly shut,the speed and the sun were the two things which caused it.Jackson's horse halted."C'mo-oh."Jackson sighed.He saw the deep canyon that they almost fell
down."Well,jump!"Jackson demanded.The horse neighed and galloped farther away."Go!"Jackson shouted.The horse ran to the deep

canyon.And jumped."Run in the wind,boy,run!"Jackson yelled.Jackson knew they would make a good landing.But they didn't;his horse hung onto a rock with it's mouth."Up,up!"Jackson said.He was worried.Down below snakes and gators will roam.A sharp rock right below them.The smart horse started to climb up on some rocks,and made it up."Good boy."Jackson said.He jumped off the horse and looked around."Town,straight ahead!"He shouted.Jackson jumped onto the horse,the horse ran faster.In a few minutes,the horse halted."Here we are!"Jackson said,hopping off.The horse stood put on the post he was tied to.Jackson walked into town. "What a hub-bub to get to a town.A small one too..."He sighed.He bought apples and such,and shared with his horse."What a hub-bub for food,too..."He sighed,he slowly sat down, and fell asleep.

likes and dislikes extra //

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color-orange
Why;;Orange is just like the rattlesnakes he says.
card game-Chase the Ace
Why;;It can go on for a long time,and it's enjoyable.
food-toast
Why;;It's crispy and crunchy.He likes it with butter.
animal-horse
Why;;He actually rides a horse.And they're very interesting!
month-March
Why;;March is so-so in the temp. in the west he lives in.Its not too cold,not too hot.
drink-apple cider
Why;;Jackson is not a 'drinker' and apple cider is fizzy and he also loves apple.
season-Spring
Why;; Like his answer March,not too hot not too cold.
dip/sauce-ranch
Why;;Ranch has lots of flavor.

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color-blue
Why;;Blue...you get bored of it he thinks.
card game-he likes 'em all,but if he had to choose,rummy.
Why;;It's just not his type.
food-he loves food,but raw onions has to be his
Why;;It just doesn't taste good to him,at all!
animal-coyote
Why;;At night,if he's sleeping outside,those bad canines will dig into his stuff.
month-July
Why;;Let's all unwelcome the begging of the summer!Jackson doesn't like it,because it's waay to hot.
drink-any booze
Why;;Jackson doesn't like booze,he doesn't drink.
season-Summer
Why;;It's too dang hot!
dip/sauce-spicy relish
Why;;Relish is OK to Jackson,but he doesn't like the spicy version.

I think I have a rough 300 words.{For both extras}

personality //
Jackson is sweet and kind to others.He is barely rude or mean.He may have his moments;because he's a boy.He is brave and adventurous.Oh don't even THINK about him stealing,he is so honest.He is semi-social.He'll listen to whatever you say.He'll try to be funny,mostly it won't work.He's bubbly,innocent, and chill.Quite happy and sometimes shy.He's smart and a thinker.He's also sporty and fast.

You had a fitting character frame built, but I wish there were more flaws and depth to the character. I just feel like I didn't learn much about the character from the story you gave me and the personality. I'm not the biggest fan of 'Likes and Dislikes' sections. I don't like them because I call them "Junk Text." They tell me a little bit, but not much that it helps build the character for me, and they seem to just take up space. Check in with the fanclub to get readings on your form and feedback to build it up. The more built the character and form: the more likely I will really like it.

Samantha Foster
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Username ::
I'm Aqua.Rose, I've been a member for some time
but I'm still a non-owner sadley. This is my dream
Plumy as I live out West and she reminds me so
much of myself

Name ::
Samantha Foster, often goes by Sam
Named Samantha after her parents favorite
spot on there property: Samantha's Peak

Sex ::
She's biologically female
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About Sam

Sam's Personality ::
Sam is a girl full of determination and courage. When she makes up her mind, you wont change it. Living in the wild mountains of the west brings some of the best traits to life and keeps her responsible. She is thoughtful and can sometimes be seen daydreaming while looking at the sky. She never takes anything for granted, working hard for everything that she wants. She believes that without hard work there's little you can achieve. She's thoughtful about others too, and although she sometimes speaks without thinking first she keeps everyone's best interests at heart. She's incredibly outgoing making new friends often, but works hard to avoid large social groups. Sam is incredibly loyal, she will do anything for her family or a friend in trouble, even if it means trouble to herself. Creatures often say she's like a wolf when she's happy, loyal and protective, but when she's angered she's like a charging bull, unstoppable and uncontrollable. But although she has it in her, Sam would rather be known as someone sweet who's always there for creatures that need her. All in all, Sam's a lovely person who takes time to respect and love the earth and the creatures on it.


The Home Is Where The Wind Blows ::
The moon was shining through the open window as Samantha opened her eyes. Climbing out of her wooden carved bed she yawned and looked at the clock. It read 3:04 am. She was already in her clothes so she slipped on a pair of warm boots, snatched her satchel which already held her notebook, a map, a compass, leather string, beads, and some other things, and headed towards the window. Like a raccoon, she slipped out landing silently on her paws.

Quietly, she walked down the road. Looking around she saw tents and happy campers, some staying for a day, some for much longer. Her parents owned this horse ranch and it had belong to them when the first creatures had ever set foot on this land, they had recently turned a portion of there land into a campground and a historical center. The horses they raised were often ridden by visitors who had never been on a horse before, Samantha loved to help them. She scampered along the road and was soon standing before the stunning mountain that made this ranch famous: Samantha's Peak. Sam was proud that she was named after such a stunning piece of history.

Climbing up the mountain took almost no time, she was soon standing at the top when the sun began to rise. The beautiful colors of orange, red and different shades of pink lite up the mountains nearby. Normally people would have taken a picture, but Sam new that the real thing was better then anything else.
"Sam? Your here?" A voice called out behind her. Sam turned around to see her mother who was standing in the traditional Native American of there region outfits.
"Hey mom! I'm here!" I smiled holding up my satchel I added. "I brought the supplies!"
"Great! Now sit down and lets continues building your dream catcher."
Sam lifted up her dream catcher, it was still a working process but it was perfect to her. The feathers were from Golden Eagles sparkling golden on black when the suns rays hit it, it had turquoise and glass beads, and blue, white and golden string on a black loop. Eventually all her dream catchers would be displayed at the history center, but this one was hers. Perhaps she would even save some feathers to braid into her horse, Windy's mane.
Sam loved spending these mornings with her mother creating beautiful things. It proved to her that the best times are those you have where you feel at home. And to her, this was the best home in the world.

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Form Info
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Extra 1 :: Art of Samantha by 2 Infinity &' Beyond
Extra 2:: Sam's Personality ( 204 word)
Writing :: Home is Where The Wind Blows ( 431 words)
(Apologies for horrible codding, computer has been down)

Out of all of the forms I've read, this seems to be the only one that links to Native American Heritage (I believe, don't kill me if I'm wrong) and I really love the difference in character. You made this plume neither cowboy or renegade, and it makes for a really nice different touch! I do wish though that the art piece had more to it. You really want to stretch the amount you can do in these kind of competitions: doing a full drawing/getting a full drawing with background and writing all the way up to the limit.

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Art by me, links to full-sized version

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Username ;; Rabbitheart
Name ;; Keith Alan McGraw
Behind the name ;; I know, the name probably doesn't
flow that well, but I wanted to use names from three of my
favorite male country artists who I grew up listening to:
Keith Urban, Alan Jackson, and Tim McGraw.
Gender ;; Male ♂
Sexuality ;; Heterosexual (Straight)


Back To His Roots ;;
Keith looked down from the hotel window in the room
he was staying at for his concert. Looking down
at the busy streets,
he couldn't help but remember how this all started.
With a little girl,
a dream, and a video she made of him. A smile lit his
face as the memories
came flooding back.

It was early afternoon; he was leaning against
the wooden fence that divided
his ranch from his neighbor's property. Keith was
playing his guitar when one of
the little girls next door, Akinyi Taylor, came
running up to the fence and scaled it
so that she could seat herself at the top of it.
She always came over to talk to him
and listen to him play and sing. On that fateful day,
unbeknownst to Keith at the time,
she’d brought her parents’ camcorder and hidden it
on the fence, aiming it at
him as he performed. By the end, just like
every time he performed for her,
she told him he ought to become a “professional country artist.”
"I wish Akinyi, but it takes a lot to get to that point," he'd
told her, sighing,
"many don't reach their dream, the chances of
success are small, it's unlikely I'll ever make it."
"I think ya could do it Uncle Keith," she beamed
up at him, seeming confident in his abilities.
Keith chuckled, taking his hat off to
put it on her head, “Maybe I could,”
She looked up at him from beneath his large
brown cowboy hat, eyes gleaming
with confidence, “I’ll prove it to ya Uncle Keith,”
she leaped off the fence
and ran off towards her house, leaving him
standing there, dumbfounded.

He hadn't known about the recording she’d made
of his performance until
she uploaded the video to PlumeTube. The video
somehow became a huge hit, practically overnight!
Calls came flooding in from his friends and family,
then from people saying that they
wanted to sign him onto their record label.
He didn’t believe them at first, at least
not until Akinyi had come over to his house to
show him what a big hit he was on the internet.
Since then, his career skyrocketed. He won
awards and soon went from country to pop,
but the change to pop music had left Keith
feeling untrue to himself.
As the flashback of memories ended,
Keith sighed wistfully.
“I miss those days,” he glumly
whispered to himself, as he continued to
stare down at the bustle of the city, an
idea popped into his head.
After this tour, I’m going to go back
to my roots. I’m going to go back to
doing country music. Heck! I’ll take a break
from it all and just spend time with my family
and friends.
Keith picked up his guitar, grabbed his favorite
Cowboy hat and started playing a country song,
beginning to feel more like himself than he had
in what seemed like years.
Why on earth did I ever leave country music?



Wearing His Heart On His Sleeve;;
Keith is quite a charming fellow,
being both very polite, friendly,
and an overall likable Plumie. He
is especially appealing to children,
who find him both fascinating as
well as extremely fun to be with.
This is perhaps because he is
very animated when he is playing
as well as very comedic.
Keith can seem felicific when it
comes to friends and family.
Keith is unpretentious, this being
because he is insecure about his
guitar playing as well as his
singing, despite what others may
say about them.
This handsome Plumie is rustic
and quite manly. Due to his
upbringing, Keith is old-fashioned
as well as religious. He's also very
dependable, the kind of friend
one could depend upon to get
you out of a bind. He wouldn't
think about what's in it for him
or that it's too far. He'd be there
for his friends when they need
him.
Keith is also quite magnanimous,
one would have to really trying to
push his tolerance for what he
can forgive and forget. He's quite
adaptable, able to learn from his
mistakes. He is very observant, in
being so, he has become adept at
pinpointing what motivates others.
Due to this, he can sometimes
seem suspicious.
Keith is very disorganized, which
often means that not only are his
living quarters not organized, so
too are his thoughts. So he can be
a bit on the forgetful side as well.
His forgetfulness often leads to
procrastination on things that need
doing, which often leads to more
than a little bit of stress to finish
them in time.
Keith is whimsical in that he is, as
the dictionary might define it
"playfully quaint or fanciful,
especially in an appealing and
amusing way." He' s very creatively
minded and as well as very artful.

Though the story had a few humorous pieces since I found them kind of silly (PlumeTube and not YouTube), and I really like the idea that the plumie has more to him that just being in the west. Country singing is hard to get into, but I really would have liked more than "Posted one video and became famous." Even if the voice is good, it takes a lot more than one youtube video most of the time to get high up. However, I did like that he changed to singing pop and then back to country. I notice sometimes that pop songs can sound a lot like country. You did go into a nice depth though with the character! Reading it was rather repetitive: "Kieth is... He is..." so maybe a bit more into there would have been nice, and you can check into the fanclub or in the writing forum to get it edited to be easier on the mind to read and more memorable rather than a jumbled list of traits.

Username:

Mythy (still a non-owner). I was waiting to see how some of my other applications turned out before I applied for this one, since I had a good idea, but if I got one elsewhere I wanted to flesh that one out before starting on a new one.

Unfortunately, I didn't win any of them. But that means I had more time to work on this application!

Reason Behind Name:

Ok, it's kind of a long story, but it all boils down to Star Trek. The doctor from Deep Space Nine is this young idealistic fellow who wants to practice "frontier medicine." This Julian has similar aspirations. And McCoy is the last name of one of my other favorite doctors.

Sex:

Male, panromantic demisexual

Writing:

A story of one of Julian's not-so-normal days at work:

There was something about hanging the sign- a rough-hewn wooden thing, just his name and profession, written in block capitals with style forgone for easy readability- over the door of the newest building in town that made it more official, somehow. He'd been seeing patients for the past few days, ever since news had gotten out that there was an honest-to-god doctor in the town now, but it had taken time for the materials to be scrounged up to build him a little house- barely a cottage, really- that would serve as his home, hearth, and hospital for the foreseeable future.

He breathed in deeply. The wood hadn't yet taken on the hard scent of the dust and dirt that was omnipresent in the area, nor had it acquired the sharper twin scents of blood and sanitizer. No, it still smelled softly of sawdust, with the slight mineral tang of the sweat that had gone into building it. Although he'd never ever let it be suggested that he was looking forward to someone being injured, he couldn't help but hope for a little action. He was a Doctor, darnit, couldn't he hope to be able to do his job?

Of course, as soon as he thought that, it all had to go to hell in a handbasket. Jule's ears perked up at the sound of an immense bellow from outside the town limits- a bull was angry. That wasn't unusual in and of itself, but the loud cry of pain following it was. He lept up immediately, running as fast as he could in the direction of the fields. He managed to get there just in time to find a cluster of herders surrounding one of their number, curled up in pain on the ground.

"Let me though! Let me through! I'm a doctor!" Julian shoved his way through the huddle, crouching down next to the injured man.

Man? He was barely a teenager. Julian recognized him as the teenage son of the owner of the ranch. He mentally cursed at himself for not paying attention to the youngster enough to learn his name, for always writing him off as eager, although vaguely irritating.

And now the child was lying on the ground, one foot bloody, but not totally crushed by the foot of a bull. Julian nearly sighed with relief. It wasn't as bad as it could have been. A foot, he could splint a foot. He had the material to make a cast for it back at his office, and signaled for the surrounding handlers to carry the poor boy back to his office.

It didn't take long once the boy was actually in his office- he gave him something for the pain, and after that, it was the work of only a few moments to splint and cast the wound. Once the boy was sleeping soundly on the bed, Julian allowed himself to collapse into a chair.

That would teach him to wish for adventure.

Extra One:

Personality

Julian is most often described as puppy-like. He thrives on attention and praise, with the eager to please mindset that goes along with that. He's certainly not one to fall under the quiet, studious stereotype of a doctor, on the contrary- he's extremely people-oriented and gregarious, and hates spending too much time on his own.

His greatest failing, however, is his pride and hubris. He's only been a full doctor for a few years, and hasn't lost a patient yet. This record, unfortunately, has gone straight to his head, leading him to be prideful and overconfident in his skills- more likely than now, if he were to encounter something truly challenging, he would believe himself to be able to conquer it when others have failed.

Another aspect vitally important to Jule's character is his sense of honor and loyalty. He takes his reputation, and the reputation of his friends, extremely seriously, and if someone were to damage his reputation or that of his friends, he would take all possible steps to fix the damage that was done. He chooses his friends very carefully- he's not one to fall for a pretty face or a silver tongue, rather, he takes all necessary steps to make sure that those he surrounds himself with are good for him, and trusts that once he's made his judgement on someone, they won't change significantly enough for him to have to reassess his opinion of them.

Someone proving untrustworthy that he trusts would probably shatter him. Sure, he tends to look a the world through rose-colored glasses, but he also trusts his own ability to read people. Someone that he believed to be a good person not turning out to be one would be an extremely damaging blow to his psyche.

Extra Two: art above

Seriously, I love your writing so much. It's so interesting to read and there is a lot of words to make everything that much more interesting to read. You put a lot of detail into the drawing, but I wish there was possibly a background so you would have stretched the Extra limit as far as you could get it; however, you did draw an entire house. That shows a lot of effort. More shading for it would have been nice as well, but I can still really enjoy seeing it in the form. I just really want to tell you how much I love that you made him a doctor. You gave the Plumie passageway to move around and excel from where he is at: any good doctor eventually goes somewhere where he is more needed. Though in the west, we do have a lot of huge incidents- mostly bull riding.

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I enjoyed a lot of the forms, but I can say in a contest like this, I really like to see people stretching extras as far as they can get them. You don't need it to be an impress me in order to get a lot in. In a contest like this, it's really quality over quantity. I presume that's why people like impress me's so much though: quantity and a bit of quality. With art, make sure to throw a lot of time into it: even if you have spent hours shading and lining, get a background in there: look up a few tutorials. With writing, try and get people to proof read it and beef it up with better words: also check into the writing forum. I'm not sure if it will help, but I think you can get people to read your form and edit it for you.

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The character you made for this plumie was definitely believable for a character. Though I love western themes, people sometimes have to realize that people living in the West still have modern qualities and aren't just riding to school on horses. However I was kind of disappointed by the extra. Generally the 'Why I want this' sections aren't very meaty. I would like to see more on the character and what kind of character you are making of him rather than what I'm going to do with them. I recommend using these sections to write out more stories or more developing information. I find stories are the best thing to use instead of textbook writing (Summaries, dry text, etc.). The art you ordered is quite beautiful! :O I really like the colors of it, but more character in the pose and expression would have been nice. Also, sidenotes:
For your first plumie contest, you did very well! I really enjoy the writing and character, and the coding is really nice!

x. thank you so much for the critique, beatnik! ♥
thank you for the compliments, and i'll try my best to improve my form next time. c;
once again, thank you so much!