[Offended Cockatiel]

Extra #1:

"I'd like to say thank-you to all of my listeners. Todays music on MonsterScales-"
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-136 words went to "Conversation"


Conversation:

He tapped his feet roughly on the ground, turned the little plushie on the table and nudged it up almost nervously. When the red light he had been waiting for flickered on, in the corner of his gaze, he quickly picked up the suede black phone, patting the plushie's head for just a split second in comfort.

"Hello there listener! Thank-you for being our first ever guest-time caller on MonsterScales. May I ask your name?"

"I'm in my car, running at around 75 miles per hour, and my parents are going to arrive home in about ten minutes. Ten minutes. That's why I have to find a new place to crash. I need you to please, please help."

"O-oh! Yes! Sure, totally... I am here for you, dude. Give me one sec." What? Well... What?! Why...?

The clacking of keys could be heard through the radio sets of everyone. "Alright then. If all of your other options are worn out, if you can't ask a friend... Go to 437 Eastwood. There is a homeless shelter there, real large red building, cute graffitied walls. Just, help out wile you're there, keep people smiling, and keep your car safe too. Okay?"

There was silent static.

"Oh, my... God! That's genius! I swear, I'll pay you back." There was nothing left to be exaggerated. With a sigh his microphone was tuned out by strong music once more.

Our hero spun in his swivel chair, looking at his little octopus plushie. "That went well. Didn't it?"

Username: Byteme
Name: Goma- Seseme seed
Gender: Genderfluid
Sexuality & Them:

Sometimes it's the little things that get you.

The world never ceased to form a soft silence in the morning. Come on, you've barely felt the sunlight upon your skin. Don't turn around again. You do this every morning now. Well, it's true... You've heard "OH! So you like pans!" A little too many times. But haha, old dogs can't learn new trick too easily. Yea?

Come on now.
Maybe today you'll have heard it so many times it'll feel new. Try to breathe in the air, your room smells like you. Try feeling the patronizing sun. Move your fingers, don't you have that radio show to broadcast?

Describe their Bedroom:

GOMA:

For what it's worth- I rarely use my room. It has pale blues and a green carpet. it has a bed, a closet... And a carpet. That's my room. There you have it...

My studio room's so much more interesting though. Oh, man... I've had that thing since I was in highschool, when I was just starting my podcasting days. Back then I'd come in early and just... Talk, i'd turn on music that went on for hours and then race to school.

And yea, my room has posters on all four walls, really colourful stuff. The carpet's fuzzy.


About the Plushie:

Before, the willows would whisper
Dance in swordplay wile the children ran
Stomping over all of life with little trouble

Once, slowly, out of nowhere
Their giggles would fill the volume of nature
And by a brook, where they once stood
A treasure softly rested in the dirt
Named River

Hobby:
Browsing through the lines of CDs- the shop owners here know me by name. "AI! Goma, we've got some new CDs in the back. We couldn't put them out before you saw."

I'm not sure what anyone thinks of my music tastes, but I can't help finding melodies, attractive passions.

How they show Affection:

The music hammered to a stop, after the original rise a grin filled into the lines on his face as his lips touched the microphone.

Pale fingers pressing the tape to a stop took a moment to waver with the pulse of music. All he could think about was them... Ethereal, celestial. Soon the drone of the song had gone long enough, the pale fingers took to pressing the black button.

The music halted. "And that viewers is a song I dubbed for the one of my dreams." He sighed, sharply, deep through his chest. "Who mite know they are a magical being to me, considering how bad I am at hiding it," the voice mumbled, drowned out by the next song that came on when he pressed another button on que.

One Quirk:

Fitting on her bodice and then, over it, a tank top she bit her lip, edging towards the mirror and looking herself over. Her hips swished in her underwear and she posed, giggling. Today was a different day, posing once more as she edged on some shorts Goma danced about.


Breaking Point: When your breaking point stands on pressure there is much left to thought. Yes, Goma is chilled out, childish and optomistic in the best repose. But, he is always trying to please others. He doesn't tend to show how nervous or beat down he is- and someday that'll break him.


Childhood:

I was a moppet. I had raced through the alleyways of home ever since I landed in school, but this day was different. It was almost summer, friday too, my parents wouldn't be home yet so, you know, I was all gungho for a chance of freedom.

Wile running someone stopped me, falling back my very world rattled. A man stood above, something smoking in his mouth. Back then I thought he was old, he was like... 25, that's dying age for eight year olds. And I had never, in my almost-nine years of life seen a smoke. Keep in mind this was a very secluded little town. I'm pretty sure, and it's funny now, that I thought he was an old dragon man, with fire in his pale lips.

But, of course my parents had taught me better than to run, and... Oh my god- I stood up fast and spluttered, and I remember this clearly, "H-he-hello...mister. I hope you bring good bearings!"

He just stared at me for a really long time with a cocked eyebrow until waving me away. I wasn't sure if I had made the disguised dragon ill-tempered.

Irritation:

Goma's irritation falls on natural arguments. Goma's a dude, he is fastidious and cares about style, and trying to make the world better- he doesn't mind if that makes him appear cheesy. That being said, Goma can't stand people who are stuck in the traditional past, wile others try improving.


Goals for the Future:

Make his radio show a big success in a way- make people happy, help them
Did this as a teen, because he felt awkward in highschool and his passion of music cradled him, but it grew so monsterously and he wants to keep it growing and get more people to hear it. Puissant

[describe one thing the character wishes to achieve in the future! 50 word limit.]



Extra #2:
- 82 Words went into the "How they show Affection" Section+ 8 words in the "Sexuality and Them" section+ 94 words added to "Childhood" +16 words in "Conversation"

[zacherie]

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To Do:
Remember to stock up on food every week
(wait until the end of the year to cross off)
Learn to use the longboard in the next two weeks
Perfect Kanto dialect/accent by mission date

Don’t blow your cover, be both a journalist and spy.
It’s pretty damn fun being both.

[ 50/50 ]
Goals for the Future
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Name: Oshinko pickled vegetables used in sushi
Gender: Genderfluid between female & male

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The diplomat’s cheeks were just the right kind of rosy: a sort of rosy that could talk without slurring--and just enough to talk about confidential matters without being scrutinized by this diplomat. With the way I was steering this conversation, we were so close to being able to talk about such confidential matters.

But tipsy minds lead conversations astray. The diplomat chuckled softly as he traced the rim of his shot glass. “But let me, ask you. I don’t know much about you, and I’d like to know you better. So, how was your childhood?”

I didn’t expect that from a slightly drunken diplomat, but I chuckled and obliged. It couldn’t hurt; drunken ears allow words to flow right without processing information.

“Well, I actually used to be a child actor. Very obscure though, never amounted to much,” I began, sighing dramatically. “I was in some movie musical, and well--frankly, I was bored. What was a nine-year-old child actor supposed to do when he was done with the simple shooting for the day?

"So, I decided I’d snoop around. See what the adult actors were doing. And, well, I stumbled upon them at a wonderful time! They were learning the rumba out of all things! And how could I not join in?

"I just shimmied my way toward them, and they all laughed heartily, motioning me to join. Worried parents finally located me, but they saw how much fun I seemed to be having, and so they left me be and allowed me to join in their little rumba dancing lessons from then on.

“It was all very ravishing,” I concluded.

The diplomat seemed to be in a groggy awe, slowly blinking at me.

"So...you'll show me this rumba?" he slurred in his stupor.

"Oh, possibly."

[ 100/100 + 198/200 extra #2 used ]
Childhood

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The following is an excerpt from a transcript of a recording.

DIPLOMAT: (Japanese) Well tell him you’re welcome for that damned interview. Nosy bastard. (sigh) But enough of that. I’ll be leaving to speak with my peers; join me when it’s time to discuss our plans.
TRANSLATOR: (Korean) The diplomat says that he was happy to answer your questions and that he’ll be going now.
OSHINKO: (Korean) What a shame, I was about to offer some sake. I try to be as welcoming as my home country.
T: (Korean) Isn’t that kind.
A few seconds of silence
O: (Korean) Now that we have our drinks, may I ask… (Japanese) What, “plans?”
T: (Japanese) I… knew I shouldn’t have trusted you.
O: (Japanese) But you did, and now you won’t kill me because that would be futile. And you’re going to tell me all of these plans, right now.

[ 148/150 ]
Extra #1

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The son of the diplomat stood in front of Oshinko, rubbing his eyes, plushie in hand, mumbling softly. Tonight, a seminar was to be held revealing the diplomat’s subversive plans; Oshinko was to listen.

Oh, but the boy! With a sigh, Oshinko scooped him up, and whisked him to bed.

[ 50/50 ]
How they show affection

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Small soft lips whispering into the night,
Carrying conversations into the midnight shadow,
Sighing:
“Miss,
I don’t think
You know love.”

“I don’t?”
Another voice flitters.

A rustle,
Of fabric against hair:
“No.”

And a chuckle escapes--
Quite the rarity--
Asks,
“How,
Can I change that?”

To which small dainty hands
Offer a gift:
An octopus toy with wear and tear.

“Pebbles can help.
Just,
Love him,”
A whisper twinkles off into the night.
And that whisper translates into soft snoring
Flowing into the silence, into a babbling river.

Then,
Rough, calloused hands
Pick up a worn, torn octopus.
Pebbles.
[ 100/100 ]
Conversation

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He told me to keep his toy, Pebbles.
He told me the way I held him as he fell asleep in my arms lacked a loving touch of someone who truly understood love.
He told me to keep Pebbles, for I needed to learn to love more than he did.
[ 50/50 ]
About the plushie

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Oshinko:

You have been decommissioned from the National Intelligence Service.

For your poor performance and clear incapability to follow incredibly simple orders, we have deemed you unfit to continue serving for the NIS.

You are a liability. We would like you to leave now.

Regards,


National Intelligence Service.

[ 48/50 ]
Breaking Point

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Sake, you reply. You’ve always had a glass of sake before any dinner.
We don’t carry that, she says.
Fine, you say as you pull out your bottle of sake, I’ll serve myself.
We don’t allow outside beverages, she retorts.
Then start carrying your own damn sake, you hiss.
[ 49/50 ]
One Quirk

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It was often an interesting exercise Oshinko did, observing people. Allowed her to notice patterns in behavior, signs of…anything, really.

Now the man was stroking his neck: a clear sign of vulnerability, discomfort. His eyes darted about, trying to distract himself, speaking with a noticeable stutter.

What a pitiful man.

[ 50/50 ]
Hobby

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Ah, her ear was itching again. Fourth time this day. Superstition claimed that someone was talking behind her back.
Oshinko wasn’t much of a superstitious person… but this one burrowed inside and hasn’t let go since she first heard it.
She couldn’t stand not knowing her own reputation.

[ 48/50 ]
Irritation

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The sound of keys jingling and being recklessly jammed into the keyhole can be heard in the distance. In the bedroom, OSHINKO hastily stows away strewn papers under clothing in cabinet drawers, underneath closets, etc. OSHINKO then folds up a bed mat and disheveled blankets and stores it in the closet. Right after storing it away, MOTHER appears at the door of the bedroom.


MOTHER:
It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, Oshinko! (looks around) You’ve improved your housekeeping!


OSHINKO:
How many keys do you have, Mother? …Let me label them for you before you leave… (takes the keys)

[ 100/100 ]
Describe their Bedroom

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It’s difficult, putting a singular meaning to one word, to stand behind that meaning, to call that meaning a defining part of you. But we do so anyway, for the sake of simplicity.
I don’t think I can put myself or my preferences behind a label. I’ll love whom I end up loving, which may end up being no one--call it demisexual, if you must. My vocation doesn’t exactly allow me to… talk to people to get to know them. Not that I don’t talk to people; I do that all the time. Just not enough to love them.

[ 100/100 ]
Sexuality and Them

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By ebriose

[Chaosin]

*purrs loudly at this beauty*
I will enter, I have my form in a document so I can keep track of everything <3

[Syra]

I Have no Idea if Anyone Was Wondering About this but...
where RU's are concerned, I wanted to say in advanced that there will be
no more than 1 rare, 2 uncommon, & 3 common RUs at the very most!

Also, RU's will be based off of Japanese foods, specifically:
Mochi, Dango, Taiyaki, Onigiri, Konpeito, & Sushi Rolls.

[vval]

Mark

[bluebearr]

Username;;
FakeryTale
Name;;
蛸
Tako
Translates into 'Octupus'. It came to mind because of the little plushie. c:
Gender;;
Male
Sexuality & Them;;
Describe their Bedroom;;
Conversation;;

Tako; I really didn't like that Nattō at that restaurant, but I didn't wanna be rude, so I made myself eat it...
Bad idea. Did you like it?
Ika; ... I can't eat anything. I don't have a mouth.
Tako; I knew you'd agree with me, why don't you have your own opinion?
Ika; Because everything I say is decided by you, my thoughts are the same as yours.
Tako; ... Whatever. I'm not in the mood for deep thinking. Do you wanna go and play some video games or something?
Ika; I guess so, seeing as I don't have a choice.

About the Plushie;;
This octopus happens to be called Ika (烏賊). Ika translates back into cuttlefish/squid,
he received this name as Tako would often mistake octopuses for squid
as a child. Tako refers to the plushie as his pet, giving it a gender, carrying him
around with him, and even talking to him.
Hobby;; [describe ONE hobby they have. 50 word limit]
How they show Affection;; [describe or show how the character acts when they care about another. 50 word limit]
One Quirk;; [look at and define ONE aspect of their personality/behavior that is uncommon. 50 word limit]
Breaking Point;; [describe what it would take to break the character. what scenerio would they be unable to bounce back from? 50 word limit]
Childhood;; [write one scene from their childhood using first person. 100 word limit.]
It was a hot summer that year in Hokkaido, hotter than I ever remember it being. I was spending the summer there with my grandma, on my first day visiting Hokkaido, we sat outside in the evening in the backyard. The sun drowned the surroundings with a golden haze, and I remember that the sky was a wash of reds, yellows and oranges.
Irritation;; [describe one thing that the character cannot stand. 50 word limit.]
Goals for the Future;; [describe one thing the character wishes to achieve in the future! 50 word limit.]
Extra #1;; [written only, 150 word limit]
Extra #2;; [anything you want- Limits: written-200 words, art-1 piece, other-PM syra]

[Arrows]

Username: Arrows
Name: Akami
---a type of sushi made with Bluefin Tuna
Gender: Male
Sexuality & Them: Pansexual[identify their sexuality, then describe how it has affected their life or what people it has led them to be interested in or have relationships with. 100 word limit.]
Describe their Bedroom: [try to show character through this! 100 word limit]
Conversation: [between them and someone or something else. try to show character through this! 100 word limit]
About the Plushie: [what's with the plushie? describe it, explain its background, give it a name, whatever! 50 word limit]
Hobby: [describe ONE hobby they have. 50 word limit]
How they show Affection: [describe or show how the character acts when they care about another. 50 word limit]
One Quirk: [look at and define ONE aspect of their personality/behavior that is uncommon. 50 word limit]
Breaking Point: [describe what it would take to break the character. what scenerio would they be unable to bounce back from? 50 word limit]
Childhood: [write one scene from their childhood using first person. 100 word limit.]
Irritation: [describe one thing that the character cannot stand. 50 word limit.]
Goals for the Future: [describe one thing the character wishes to achieve in the future! 50 word limit.]
Extra #1: [written only, 150 word limit]
Extra #2: [anything you want- Limits: written-200 words, art-1 piece, other-PM syra]
large wip

[Oh-J]

username :: Serge


name :: Tako Dō-ken


gender :: Female


sexuality & them :: Demi-Pansexual
I have the potential to be attracted to people of any gender, however for me to be sexually attracted to someone I have to already have a close relationship with them or have an emotional attachment before I’ll be sexually attracted to them.
[50/50]







describe their bedroom ::
Her room is quite spacious, eh? How strange for a one-room apartment. You'd step in to only see the walls paint the beauty of the earth and her nature. Trees, plants, flowers, animals, anything you can think of cake the room's interior. Next to the large Bonsais that greet your presents is a tree wood bed and a tree wood dresser. Wow! Tako's room is clean, not a speck of dust is seen in this place. You even notice how their is a large aquarium, housing fish and octopus next to her bamboo windows.
[94/100 ]


conversation ::
Tako : Squid, what's wrong?
You've been sitting there, staring out the window for who knows how long. What could make you space out?
Squid : Leave me alone, Tako. Go back to your kusudama.
Tako : I can't work with you acting all glum, the atmosphere's is all wrong.
Squid : Well excuse me, your highness. I'll just go over to the other stuffed animals, I'll fit right in.
Tako : Squid. Don't be like that.
Squid : Leave me alone, Tako. I failed and there is nothing you can do about it.
(Squid moves from the top of Tako's head to her shoulder.)
Tako : Squid, mourning over the loss of your sushi stand will do nothing for you or me. We can always find a new stand that serves Inari Zushi.
Squid : No, Mish-ma was the only stand that had won my heart! I refuse to dine at anything less than Mish-ma.
Tako : Mish-ma is only closed til' spring arrives. Why must we quarrel over this every year?
(Tako shakes her head then stands.)
We are going to find a replacement, so help me god that I will be struck down if I don't success, okay?
Squid : I guess we can try.
(Both leave for their journey for a better sushi stand than Mish-ma's.)
Fin.
[211/244 ; added the leftover word # from extra #1.]


about the plushie ::
Squid is actually an octopus, but by mistake they can be seen as a squid, Tako did that on purpose as a joke. Squid is actually super soft like Tako and blows bubbles when squeezed! Tako has had Squid ever since she moved to Japan when she was young. [49/50]







hobby :: Kusudama, the meaning of kusudama is 'medicine ball', stemming from the fragrant bunches of flowers and herbs thought to ward off illness and evil. Although the units are created by using origami, the finished kusudama is not considered to be origami, as glue and stitching is used in the construction.
[50/50]


how they show affection ::
A single petal, one pink petal laced at your fingertips. Two bright eyes staring with the sun as it's love and the stars a her followers at you. Laughter and a soft-sweet voice responding to you.
[36/50]



one quirk ::
For some odd reason, Tako sticks her tongue out when she does something goofy or funny. It's just a strange habit she acquired when she was younger and a but immature. [31/50]







breaking point ::
Tako loves nature and to see it fall by her powerless hands, would most definitely cause her pain.[18/50]


childhood :: "So pretty!" That was the day I encounter the beauty of nature and mother earth's love. I remember mostly the smell, the air smelled like it had just rained, which it did and the sky was painted with white and blue. The trees had blossomed and for the first time, I watched as the petals took to the sky. It was as if they were alive and breathing like me! For the rest of their days I'd galloped beside them with squid and see where the petals yearned to go, away in the wind. [94/100]


irritation :: It plays again filling me with dread
it's melody is like a jackhammer to my head
The lyrics make me feel sick

I want to throw a brick
It plays through my mind as I lay in my bed
I can not seem to get it out of my head
[50/50]







goals for the future ::
[50 word limit]


theme song ::
Here Comes the Sun - The Beatles
[6/6]


art ::

[pratt]

marks.

[koi97]

Username:
:~Koi~:
Name:
Tako
Tako is a type of sushi that uses Octopus, not fish.
Gender:
Transgender-Female to male
Sexuality & Them:
wip
Describe their Bedroom: [try to show character through this! 100 word limit]
Conversation: [between them and someone or something else. try to show character through this! 100 word limit]
About the Plushie: [what's with the plushie? describe it, explain its background, give it a name, whatever! 50 word limit]
Hobby: [describe ONE hobby they have. 50 word limit]
How they show Affection: [describe or show how the character acts when they care about another. 50 word limit]
One Quirk: [look at and define ONE aspect of their personality/behavior that is uncommon. 50 word limit]
Breaking Point: [describe what it would take to break the character. what scenerio would they be unable to bounce back from? 50 word limit]
Childhood: [write one scene from their childhood using first person. 100 word limit.]
Irritation: [describe one thing that the character cannot stand. 50 word limit.]
Goals for the Future: [describe one thing the character wishes to achieve in the future! 50 word limit.]
Extra #1: [written only, 150 word limit]
Extra #2: [anything you want- Limits: written-200 words, art-1 piece, other-PM syra]

Reserve. Cracked. I gotta try for this beauty!