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This will be judged on Janurary 30th!
| Based on | Click to view |
| Artist | Call Me Hero [gallery] |
| Time spent | 21 minutes |
| Drawing sessions | 4 |
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CrimsonDevotion wrote:I like it so far, I look forward to seeing your finished form!




wolflover910 wrote:Username:
wolflover910
AD's Name:
Blaze
Age:
13
Gender:
male
Personality:
Mischevious and funny, prankster
Story:
He was just a baby when his family died in a fire...made by him. Since then he has been funny and mischivious to cover up his loss. He feels a lot of guilt but is happy and loves humans a lot. (plz tell me if it makes no sense!)
Art:
{This could be a poem, a story, or a drawing but is mandatory}
Blaze, Blaze
Fire Burning Bright.
You have guilt hidden in you.
But With your mischievous smile
and your blue eyes,
Anybody would want you.
(plz tell me if it sucks >.<)












nadya16 wrote:Username:nadya16
AD's Name:Firefly
Age: 1 year
Gender:
male
Personality: He loves to fly, play the drums, sing, build igloos and he collects dragons scake stamps from 1987. His favourite book is The count of Monte cristo. He loves playing pranks on everybody espacially teachers. He covers himself with orange paint, he puts needls up on seats, flicks rubbers. But he does it in a nice kind way. Everybody loves him.
Story:
Firefly's parents were the baron and baroness of Frost Flake (the place where Firefly was born),
Firefly was born on the 24th od December. He had a very unusual fiery glow. The dragons of Frost Flake thought that Firefly would bring a curse onto this city. His parents didn't believe them. A fire burned through the city the next night and wiped out the whole popitlation except Firefly. His power is fire. It was never his fault. He lives very happily now,
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Art:
{This could be a poem, a story, or a drawing but is mandatory}
The flames sprading out and spraying sparks onto my marble skin,
It warms me when I am ambushed by the cold,
It roars at me to warm up,
I lived in the cold but now I live with fire,
I am sorry I am terrible at poems!!
Thank you





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