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My gallery · by **whisky** » Mon Nov 23, 2015 7:23 am

Since it seems that Sasariously is busy at the moment and I don't see any rules on the front page concerning owners can or can't put their Paras up for readoption themselves, i'll be holding this contesting + judging. If this isn't allowed, however, then just let me know and i'll switch the contest over to a moderator.

Until then, this will be a gifting contest.

What is a gifting contest and how will it work?
Well, Christmas is coming up soon and gifting people art always makes me feel better, so for this contest, I would love for you to send someone a piece of art (It can be anyone, any species/character, whatever/whoever you like. Just please ask for permission before you do so. Some people don't like fanart.). However, this will be based on quality not quantity. No, i'm not saying the best skills will win, but what I am saying is don't expect to win with a very sloppy sketch. It doesn't matter how many people you gift, and you will not be judged on that. The more effort you show in your art is the one who will have a greater chance at winning.

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to message me. You may add to what is in the form, but you may not take out. You may decorate your forms, but it won't affect your chances any. I do love to see character development though, so please feel free to write as much about the character as you want. I love walls of text, but no unnecessary walls of text. Such as, a list of likes and dislikes, music list, all that stuff. Leave that out. Personality and/or history will get you a ton of extra points though. A theme song is okay, but I don't want to know their 'playlist.' Be sure to state who the art was for and of which character is is every time you post art. Such as;;

Code: Select all: [url=put your arts url here too if it's large[img]Put your art url here again[/img][/url] [url=profile link here]username of user art is for[/url] [url=url to picture of character they own]name of character[/url]

Form.:

Code: Select all: [b]Username;;[/b] [b]Name;;[/b] [b]Gender;;[/b] [b]Sex;;[/b] [b]Art;;[/b]

You have until January 1st, 2016.
Questions and Answers will be put here:

Can we do fanfics as well?
Writing a fan fic/story like would be okay for the para itself, but not for the 'art' section. I'm sorry!

My gallery · by **Wafflez2** » Mon Nov 23, 2015 7:31 am

res
anybody may use my parra's

My gallery · by **she wolf warrior** » Mon Nov 23, 2015 7:31 am

res!!

My gallery · by **Tricksters** » Mon Nov 23, 2015 7:32 am

dropping out, too busy uwu

My gallery · by **poqqi** » Mon Nov 23, 2015 7:33 am

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Username
Miss Pancake

Name
Monochromatic

Nickname
Moe, Mon, Mono, etc.

Gender
Female

Sex
Female

Song
Big and Loud - Cats Don't Dance

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Art
Sirotek for Winkatuck
Jeanette for Sasariously
Cerulean for Gryph'
Baguette for gee goes rawr
YanYan for Sasariously
Rylarth for Creggan

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Personality
Monochromatic, or Mon for short, is a very...peculiar character. On the outside she's sweet, with a dazzling smile that shows her dimples, and a high-pitched childlike voice that catches your attention, while also reminding you fondly of a toddler. But on the inside she's manipulative and cunning, doing most things out of her own personal gain. She's painfully aware of her adorable assets, and uses them frequently to get what she wants. Mon has also perfected her acting, and can change demeanor in the blink of an eye. She'll swish her tail back and forth in an innocent manner, she'll poke her bottom lip out, and her puppy dog eyes can break down a full-grown man into doing whatever she wants them to. Mon is very dramatic all the time, usually blowing things way out of proportion and having her reactions so big and loud that one would think she's doing it to get attention. In reality though, Mon is just a very melodramatic girl, the type that talks with her hands and over-enunciates her words. She talks non-stop, usually about herself, because why would she care about what other people had to say? It's all about her! The world was meant for her, and everything in it was made for her, so if she doesn't like it, it doesn't exist! Well, at least, that's what she thinks. Mon is one of those Parras that everyone thinks is super annoying and mean, but at the same time everyone wants her to like them. It's the type of relationship that develops out of fear, be nice to Mon and she won't ruin your life. No real friends are to be had, just pawns in Mon's twisted game that everybody else calls life. Some say she's psychotic or a sociopath, some even say she's sadistic, but when it all boils down, that's just how she is. Selfish, narcissistic, uncaring, cruel, and a very big drama queen.

History
Mon comes from a long line of wealthy business owners, her father coming close to being the richest man in her hometown. They say people born into wealth and money tend to be depressed, but Mon rolled in the toys she got, loving every moment of being the richest girl in the school. And that dumb saying, "What do you get for someone who has everything?" was a line Mon would frequently use to correct people whom she thought weren't going to attempt to get her anything for her birthday. There's always the latest outfits, the latest phones, the latest movies, so why wouldn't anyone bother to get her anything? Mon was the spoiled brat of her school when she was younger, and everybody both loved and loathed her. She was easy to be manipulated by, as she acted so fantastically and was the biggest and best liar. After her father died, heart attack the poor glutton, Mon inherited all her father's richest. This made his trophy wife a little more than just ticked off. After the ghastly woman up and left for a richer, younger man, Mon bathed in the glory and riches as she bounded through her father's mansion. It was the biggest house in the whole town, and still is. Deciding her manipulative skills should be put to good use, she took her bright orange nails and clawed her way to the top of Hollywood's films. She became the biggest Hollywood film producer the Parra world has ever seen, and she stars as the main role in about all of them. Why work for someone else's movie when you can make your own and be the star? Everybody loves the sweet, innocent little Parra behind the television screen, and Mon is going to make sure it stays that way.

Occupation
Mon, as stated previously, is the biggest movie producer in Hollywood. She's famous anywhere that's anywhere. Her face is plastered on the tallest billboards to the finest hair products. There really isn't escaping her. Not only is she filthy rich, but she's also a big-time movie star. Anyone who knows anything about movies knows about her, and thinks she's a quirky, lovable little girl, but anyone who's worked with her can say otherwise. They'd go on and on about how she screams and yells, about how everything has to go her way or no way, and how she's a colossal jerk to everyone besides her adoring fans. And even they are sometimes held at the brunt of her hatred. Can you blame her though? The smartest, prettiest, most successful woman in all of Hollywood forced to work with bumbling idiots! Can you imagine? Maybe not, but it's apparently what Mon has to go through. No one says anything though because of her charity work and how they know Mon would ruin their lives if anything got out to the press that wasn't in her favor. Mon's basically the Queen of Hollywood, but more predominantly the one who yells, "Off with their heads!"

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My gallery · by **Wileyfangs** » Mon Nov 23, 2015 7:39 am

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"Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that
dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten."
-Neil Gaimen

|| U s e r n a m e || Larimar
|| N a m e || Tyche the Greek goddess of luck
|| N i c k n a m e || Twitch, Ty-Ty, Twitchy
|| G e n d e r || Agender (they/them)
|| S e x || Female
|| D a t e o f B i r t h || January 1st
|| A g e || 12 years old
|| P e r s o n a l i t y||

At first glance, Tyche is rather eye catching. Slumped up against the wall and fidgeting uncomfortably in probably a hoodie with their paws jammed in the pocket, Tyche probably doesn't do a good job of not being noticed. Not that they mind that too badly.

Until they get caught.

And they probably look like the type to get caught. To anyone who didn't know them, at first glance they'd probably only see a delinquent child about to go to juvey for stealing and think 'Well good'. Except it's far more complicated than that.

Tyche has kleptomania. Kleptomania is the recurrent failure to resist urges to steal items that you generally don't really need and that usually have little value. This makes it rather difficult for Tyche to remain a good person, something that they always strive to do.

They never mean for it to happen, but when it does, well of course the police are involved. It's just something they can't control too well. Thankfully by now the police know what's up and even know them by name.

But Kleptomania isn't the only thing shaping this little one's world. Tyche is an artist of sound as well. Musically inclined even. Because for Tyche, music has color and those colors can be beautiful if they go together. Synesthesia is the production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body by stimulation of another sense or part of the body and also something this parrapup goes through though they'd never call it a disorder. Sounds just have color to them. The sound of a keyboard, depending on the note could have a cold clear crystal blue color or an warm, but strong brown. They just sound that way to young Tyche. Coupled with their musical abilities, they have the most profound taste and only prefer aesthetically pleasing sounds to go together. Sometimes, they may even take a shape.

Kleptomania and Synesthesia are both big parts of Tyche's life and aren't something they can erase even if they wanted to. But they are aspects, or rather parts of Tyche.

But overall Tyche is a kid. They're just trying their best like everyone else, but they just have to try twice as hard. An introvert, they hardly speak aloud even with close friends or relatives and will instead sign, finding it easier to keep a conversation that way. They are also deeply loyal to those who have shown them kindness. They just can't help getting attached even if it was something that was seen as simple it means the world to them anyway. It makes them want to stay determined.

|| H i s t o r y ||
Now when it comes to their background they have always lived in a big city and their parents were always busy working, from the moment they woke up till they came back home at dusk, bone weary and tired. During that time Tyche rarely saw them during the day but if they did they were usually doing house errands. Sometimes Tyche got to go with them, wanting to spend time with them even if it meant doing chores. And there was no mistake that their parents loved them very dearly even with how busy they were. Little notes were left around the house of encouragement, quotes from books they read that they liked best, phone call in cases of emergency, and questions that Tyche got to fill out about what they wanted to do during the weekend. Tyche and their parents may not see each other during the day but they communicate fine and Tyche treasures these tiny notes, a new one everyday, and keeps a steadily growing folder of them to look at when they feel particularly scared or alone.

As for school well, things could be better but they weren't terrible. As one can expect Tyche was picked on rather easily through school but learned to fight back. They are not one for violence but they won't stand being brushed aside by anyone. It probably doesn't help that they don't talk. Instead they prefer signing to actual speaking though with some words they are comfortable saying out loud.

Tyche signs and very fluently.

This has made them the perfect target for bullies in the past. Only no one expected Tyche to be so quick to defend themselves but here we are. Now Tyche doesn't fight as much but they're quick to stop a bully in their tracks.

As a young child their parents used to tell them if someone puts their hands on you then you have the right to defend yourself. So Tyche lives by that rule. They never attack, only defend and they'll defend others too.

Now Tyche experienced the first bouts of Kleptomania at a very young age. The item they first stole was their father's keys. Then they stole their mother's handbag. Theit teacher's notebook. A classmate's reading book. It was getting clear to see young Tyche was developing a problem. Discipline didn't work and it was easy to see that Tyche was genuinely sorry for these things, even going as far enough as to cry. It wasn't until Tyche was taken to the doctor's for a regular checkup that there was an answer for this behavior. Tyche stole the stethoscope. But to the relief of Tyche's parent they were not upset. Finally they came clean to the doctor about it and after asking Tyche some questions as well was able to diagnose the issue. Tyche's parents had never heard of it, but concerned for their child they looked it up. Finally seeing some answer they were relieved while Tyche subtly attempted to steal some cookies from their mother's handbag. There were few solutions but it was better than nothing. Still to this day, Tyche feels guilty when they steal but it's nice to know that their parents still care. Sometimes they'll leave things out on purpose for them, and Tyche can practice not stealing whatever the item is. It makes them feel good when they manage and even if they don't, it's good practice to break a bad habit. Even a little bit.

||T h e m e s o n g||
Take Me To Church By Ellie Goulding. The sensual song is much like Tyche's calm, and sensitive persona and while Tyche would approve wholly of this song aesthetically, a song I think would also contend well with the theme song aspect is Shake it Out by Florence + The Machine. While Tyche could argue that they do not have the same issues described in the song, their morals are the biggest issues they have and will often weigh them down. They need to see that they are not a bad person for doing bad things that quite honestly they can't control completely.

||R e l a t i o n s h i p s||
Vasilios- A pertinent father figure in Tyche's young life when their own father could not be around, Vasilios is a dear family friend and guardian. Tyche looks up to him and is glad to be apart of his family. While waiting for their parents to come home from work, Vasilios acts as a temporary parent in more ways than one. He's even cobsidered an emergency contact in case something were to happen. (Sasariously)

Kurro- The "annoyingly, awful butt" that Tyche has to deal with in order to be chill with their role model Vasilios. After all he is his son. Tyche hangs out with them for better or for worse and often gets roped into his dumb schemes and pranks. Still as "awful" as he seems he's a very loyal friend to Tyche and Tyche cares for him greatly. The two are practically siblings. While they do squabble and fight often, mostly because of something Kurro did, Tyche usually sits tight for the ride. (Sasariously)

Ren- One odd, but pretty cool uncle of Tyche's, Ren is obsessed with dead things working as a mortician. Often they take Tyche to the cemetery and read their names out to them. While not too bad of an uncle per se, Tyche knows that it isn't normal for a uncle to care so much about graves. Still they paid their respects and Tyche was taught about many traditions involving death. Ren is also great for advice about bullies and while Tyche can use none of it, it's funny and works for cheering them up. (Winkatuck)

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Photograph-
(Tyche is 8 years old in this prompt)
Tyche hated taking pictures. Whenever they had to take pictures they were stuffed either in a dress or a suit and neither were comfortable. Not to mention they'd be forced to take a bath before the morning even started which was so unfair! Then they watched their parents as they rushed about getting ready when all Tyche wanted to do was finish their cereal and watch the Saturday cartoons before noon came around. There was a new episode of Beyblade today! Who knows how many shows they'll have to watch before it cones back on again! But of course, this went unheeded and now poor Tyche was in an itchy dress, arms crossed and pouting furiously as their Saturday morning was ruined by a stupid picture day.

They glared at their parents and then into the camera, scowling furiously at them. Traitors! All of them traitors!

"Come now Tyche you have to smile," their mother tried to console but Tyche huffed angrily back at her. All the good shows were going on right now without them! All of them!

Truthfully, Tyche knew they were being a brat, but they couldn't help it! First they were woken up far too early and made to take a bath. Then they were shoved into this awful dress that rode up and itched and felt so uncomfortable and they couldn't even sit the way they wanted to in it. Then their father gave them a lecture about being lady-like which made Tyche's blood boil. And finally now they were being patronized when they could've been watching the BEST episode of Yu-Gi-Oh because Beyblade just went off! Part of Tyche just wanted to spite them, and steal that stupid camera, but knew they couldn't so they continued pouting.

Nothing their parents nor the photographer did could make them change their appearance.

'Who's lady-like now dad?' they think smugly as they watch their father grow more and more frustrated.

No way were they going to give either of them this satisfaction.

The picture, it was decided, was ruined but they had already paid and Tyche with their pink frilly dress and braided hair, and scrunched up expression to that of someone who disliked anything sour, was their reward.

That was their picture and while they were scolded all the way home they were smug. Looking back at it now Tyche still feels somewhat justified whenever they see that photo.

Saturday cartoons are not to be trifled with.

Music
Gazing at their picture of blobs Tyches felt the cool sense of satisfaction as they gazed at their art with a critical eye. 'The colors are just right,' they think with approval as they press the crayola crayon harder into the paper. The music they listen to is soft, quiet, with a low sounding bass that pulses; a deep blue they notice that is also very intriguing. The blue, they think, holds the picture together as any good bass should.

As they're drawing -their eyes drawn to the special purples and occasional ice pinks of the song they chose to listen to this evening- they never notice the shadow behind them nor the glint in two mischievous golden eyes, under thick curly black hair. They never spotted Kurro until it was too late.

"Rawr!"
"!!!" The sound Tyche made as Kurro pounced on them could only redescribed as completely undignified and they spat and tried to squirm away. Hissing as their annoying, awful friend laughed at them they pushed him off and glared at him. The curly maned Parrapup laughed and bounced over as Tyche grumbled angrily, signing furiously at him.

"Ooooe, better not say that in front of dad!" Kurro laughed and then bounced away as Tyche swung at him half-heartedly.

"Hehe what are you even doing anyway, Twitchy?"

Tyche's ear twitched but not with the want to steal. Oh no, not this time.

It twitched because Kurro was gonna get murdered.

As Tyche was thinking about how Vasilios would take to them murdering Kurro, the curly furred parra seemed to be interested in their drawing. "What's this Twitchy?"

Before Tyche could stop him Kurro grabbed the picture and looked at it, eyes squinting at it. "What even is this? Blobs?"

Having had enough of Kurro already Tyche huffed and snatched back the picture before glaring at him. Then they began to sign.

Kurro tilted his head, golden eyes piercingly swift as they read the movements with ease.

"So like you draw music?"

Tyche hummed and then nodded with a soft smirk. All in all, yeah they did draw music. This seemed to make no sense to Kurro however. "How the heck does that work?"

Tyche couldn't help giggling at him and they began to sign again.

"Oh.....huh I didn't know music had color."

Tyche shrugged. It did for them. Always had. Though sometimes, others had color too. Even Kurro, with his soft, annoying timbre held an ocher sound within him. Tyche liked it when it wasn't being so annoying and clashing all the time. Ugh. They were surprised out of their thoughts as Kurro handed them the paper back and seemed to be thinking really hard on something. A very difficult feat for the young pest. Tyche waited patiently, waiting for whatever Kurro was about to spout but even Kurro had his moments.

"Can I try?"

That was how Vasilios found the two, surprisingly peaceful, sharing a 64 color crayon box and listening to music.

"What color is this?" Kurro asked his companion. Tyche thought for a moment before handing him a purple and a soft robin blue crayon. "Oh? Really?"

Tyche nodded and Kurro hummed curiously before putting it down on paper. The two were poured over a single sheet of paper, filling it with a mixture of colors that to Vasilios thought looked oddly put together at first. But there was something deliberate about it.

"What's going on in here?" He asked aloud and the two children jumped before turning to the fatherly parra.

"Ah hey dad!" Kurro chirped while Tyche signed a greeting up at him. Vasilios walked over and kneeled down, gently wrapping his arms around the both of them much to one's delight and the other's horror. "Daaaaaaad!" Came the whining protest and Tyche laughed at Kurro with a grin. They liked the hugs Vasilios gave. They were always warm.

"You rascals didn't answer my question," he reminded them and Tyche answered. The father read their signing carefully, rasising an eyebrow. "Drawing music? Well, this is a very interesting song."

Kurro grinned. "Thanks! Tyche can hear colors so we've been drawing the song they were listening too! I'm not that great at hearing color, but Tyche said it's pretty good!" Kurro said as he showed his father his earlier attempts. Behind his back Tyche grimaced at Vasilios but smiled and signed "so-so" at him before showing their own masterpieces. Vasilios was intrigued. Music having a color. Well it would make sense in an odd way. Certain sounds may have different shades or colors.

He studied the pictures he was shown carefully and grinned. "Want to put them on the fridge for me?"

Tyche jumped up before Kurro could answer and soon the two were racing to put their creations on the fridge first while Vasilios looked over their other pictures curiously.

This was giving him an idea. But for what exactly, he wasn't sure just yet. As he looked through the papers that were strewn around the floor he paused as he caught sight of one in particular. It was if possible a drawing of him and his son and of Tyche, the three of them above the words "family" scribbled in bright red green and yellow crayon. The tattoo artist gazed at the picture for a long time before smiling softly. This one he would take to work where it could hang proudly.

For now he needed to head to the kitchen. His two little artists were making a bit of a racket.
|| A r t ||
Tyche's normal garb by Larimar
Tyche jammin out by Larimar
A sad smoll by Larimar
Artists Together by Larimar
Music Buddies by Larimar
Sign Language

|| A r t f o r o t h e r s ||

Desiree, Memnoch & Jidena