good luck everyone ^ w ^
whoever wins may keep my art! C:
whoever wins may keep my art! C:




PureCrazy wrote:╔--------------------------╗
║U S E R N A M E║
╚--------------------------╝✕ Hello, I am PureCrazy, and I own three Kiamara's currently.
✕ I have a dream to have my last be either a baby, child, or teen!
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║NAME║
╚------------╝✕ This adorable carrot cake based boy, I would name Panem,
✕ which is Latin for the word 'Bread'. I figured this would fit
✕ a pastery based male. While bread isn't a pastery, it is part of the
✕ baked goods family. His nickname would be Pan, which is cute
✕ too. Panem is pronounced 'Pah-Nehm'
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║GENDER║
╚------------------╝✕ Panem would be an asexual Male.
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║3 - W O R D S║
╚---------------------╝✕ Content, Irradiant, Baker
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▌'What a dismal place'
Was my first thought when I stepped off the place. London was a horrendously
lugubrious place compared to my beautiful hometown of Sicily, Italy. The grey
skys and sagging buildings almost brought a homesick whimper to my throat.
Quickly fighting the urge to turn around and re-board the plane, I ran through the
terminal. Barely reaching the long red bus in time.
Where was I headed you may ask? One of the best baking schools in the world.
I was only eleven, still a kid. I was a very smart kid, I wore glasses, a large IQ,
and already graduated from basic highschool. Even so, my only love was baking.
I studied till I was thirteen in this school, learning, working, loving. I was often
teased and made fun of for loving what I love, being a teenage male in a pre-college.
I ignored their hate, staying strong. But I was easily pushed around.
Often voted to do the chores by my classmates, my heart raced with excitement
as I stood outside a new bakery. My buttercream mane fluttered with the usual
rain smelling, cold, musty wind as I yanked the door open. There was a little dinging
bell, but not even that caught the attention of the male at the counter in the kitchen.
He seemed to be the only one, and the kitchen had no wall seperating it.
I walked to the counter, and just before my voice could escape my trachea, I saw
what he was doing. And I fell in love. Not with the white and orange tabby patterned
male. Or with the soft, focused aqua eyes of this male. No no, the hands of this
male. How they worked and formed the loaf of bread. I watched, awe-struck. My voice
soon came.
"Take me on as your apprentice! Please!" I cried, slamming my hands on the metal
counter.
His head snapped up, and his eyes turned to him. "Excuse me? Apprentice? Now why
would I do that for a stranger?"
"Please. I'm a pastery student, and your skills... teach them to me please. I'll follow
your every word."
I am now fifteen, and working under this male named 'Tai'.




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