[fūi]

this adopt is for the thornwave faction only

【ＡＩＯＮ　ＤＯＧＳ】- #007

type : earth
rarity : basic
faction : open to thornwave only

before you try out, remember you must be apart of a faction to join ! it's easy, sign up here: thread

in order to win this aion, tell me about their personality ! are they prickly like a thorn, perhaps they are insecure about it, or maybe are they proud of their beautiful roses?
no extras, 400 word limit !



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 username:
your faction:
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personality: 400 word limit!
 



this ends on 5/24/2019

[Grian]

username: .secretsociety.
your faction: thornwave
name: Bramble
personality:
Bramble was something else. Snarky, foul mouthed, sassy, and so on, but he was one of the gentlest Aions around.
Despite his temperament and being seemingly angry he is quite calm and caring. Hiding these warm tendencies with angry words, but kind gestures hidden under the guise of exasperation and annoyance showed how kind he truly was.

[Sylvexi]

username: Sylvexi
faction: Thornwave
name: Tangle
gender: Male



personality:
Tangle really does love his own thorns and roses, and he could never see himself without them.
However, he is quite insecure, and not just because of his element. Since his head has no normal
head features, he writes his thoughts down instead of speaking. Just like a rose bush, he needs
his own personal space; if anyone invades it, they get hurt in more ways than one. Not only will they
get pricked by his thorns, but they will also end up a victim to his snappy words. He hates it when
others interfere with his business, and his personal bubble is quite large. Even though he really doesn't
mean to do so, he ends up being very snappy towards others whenever his privacy is invaded.
He feels horrible whenever he does so, and constantly tries to work on being better about it. It makes
him unsure and a bit insecure about himself, since he doesn't want to snap at others even though it
is his instinct to, and constantly fears that he's going to accidentally hurt someone with his words.
Additionally, he is also insecure about his head. He personally absolutely loves how he looks, but he's
not sure if others like it as much. Since all the other aions he's met have a head that looks like a 'regular'
one, he doesn't know if they would like an aion who has a tangle of thorns for a head. Due to this, he
stays away from many aions, fearing rejection if he approached them. He is also naturally shy, and so he
is unwilling to approach others even more. However, he would be a great friend. Tangle usually thinks of
others before himself, and is a people pleaser (aion pleaser?). After getting past his initial shyness, he
is very excitable and loves to make others happy. Sometimes he gets so excited that he ends up writing
so quickly that his words are just scribbles. He'll laugh and cry with others, and will always be loyal to them.
His only two wishes are to make friends and to be hugged one day.
[353/400]
(Writing on paper idea not by me)

[OriGalaxii]

username: Lexxa_Astral
your faction: Thornwave
name: Briar
personality: 400 word limit!

Wip!

[Mima]

username: mima
your faction: thornwave
name: BRAMBLEPELT- maybe
personality: 400 word limit!

[Meoauniaea]

username: idle automaton
your faction: Thornwave
name: Brose
personality: 400 word limit!
Brose is very secure in who he is... but his interest lies in examining others and seeing where their securities lie. With a liquid brown and a dark green eye, he watches others beneath his tangled briar vines, examining their motives. He wants to be a psychologist and help others, as he thinks it fascinating how someone can perceive themselves, and finds that how wrong they often are is quite sad. He is fascinated by this and wants to make all others feel as comfortable in their own skin as he feels in his... that is to say, confident, bold, secure, and happy.

[deoxyribonucleic]

username: honeykuns | your faction: thornwave | name: aubade
aubade ― "a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning."

↪ warm midday strolls are nice, were nice. but regardless, aubade believes, nothing can
beat the feel of jazzy tunes, the warmth of the morning sun, and a little bit of dirt on your
paws. aubade is sleepy, wanting to curl back up into bed, though nature never waits, they
suppose. it stings a bit, the knowledge that they couldn't go out to do it later if they chose
to sleep in. for a split second, their own thorns turn on them and it's their heart feeling the
jabs of small prickly thorns. it's almost overdramatic, how the memory of their youth seems
to wash over them day by day. but they know it's not the fault of the other kids, either. fear
is a natural reaction, anger is often the response from the brain to fear. and aubade can't
help but empathise with them, as they uproot weeds and plant flowers there instead. for a
bit, aubade felt a bit like the weeds. unwanted, out of place― ugly. not a flower or plant
blossoming bright enough for the standards of the garden. as they aged further, they began
to learn that they were not a weed, but like a finishing piece to a garden, like a statue, or
perhaps a birdbath. not quite a flower in the same way as everyone else. but certainly far
from a weed. a tasteful touch, hey, maybe it doesn't work with everything, however aubade
has made it work beautifully.

despite what others may think of them, aubade is a gentle soul. you can find them any day
at the beginning of the sunrise out in their garden, tending the flowers as a jazz piece sings
its way out from the open window. aubade, unfortunately, is no stranger to even his fellow
plant aions shying away from him, the most memorable event being a parent panicking and
ushering her curious young away from aubade and their thorns. they accept this as a part of
life, for all the gifts they've been given like a garden, a place to live, and beautiful music to
dance and sing to, aubade is nothing but thankful. every rose has its thorns, huh? but prickly
thorns in this case guard nothing but a kind heart and a beautiful, resilient soul.

[tremolite]

username: tremolite
your faction: thornwave
name: cypress
personality: cypress is much like a rose bush. sharp brambles and thorns protect beautiful flowers. he stays solitary, keeping to himself until someone disturbs him. he protects himself the only way he knows how--his words are his thorns, short and sharp, meant to hurt.

with enough patience, his true self can be reached. he is soft and sweet, and with enough kindness, can grow and blossom. he is extremely kind and loves to do his best to keep his friends happy and safe. he is relatively easy to maintain once past his thorns; with enough kindness he will continue to let people close, without fear of his thorns.

however... he is also easy to lose. while he doesn't need much, without enough nourishment, he will wither until there is nothing left. the only thing to remember the friendship once had are the brambles and thorns, the cold, harsh words. with enough time, with enough patience and kindness, his friendship can be won over again. the only thing is...

while a dead rose bush can regrow, it will NEVER be the same as it was before. [178/400]

[Pi.]

Hello! This competition has been unjudged for almost 4 months. Please announce a winner ASAP, thank you!

[fūi]

username: honeykuns | your faction: thornwave | name: aubade
aubade ― "a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning."

↪ warm midday strolls are nice, were nice. but regardless, aubade belives, nothing can
beat the feel of jazzy tunes, the warmth of the morning sun, and a little bit of dirt on your
paws. aubade is sleepy, wanting to curl back up into bed, though nature never waits, they
suppose. it stings a bit, the knowledge that they couldn't go out to do it later if they chose
to sleep in. for a split second, their own thorns turn on them and it's their heart feeling the
jabs of small prickly thorns. it's almost overdramatic, how the memory of their youth seems
to wash over them day by day. but they know it's not the fault of the other kids, either. fear
is a natural reaction, anger is often the response from the brain to fear. and aubade can't
help but empathise with them, as they uproot weeds and plant flowers there instead. for a
bit, aubade felt a bit like the weeds. unwanted, out of place― ugly. not a flower or plant
blossoming bright enough for the standards of the garden. as they aged further, they began
to learn that they were not a weed, but like a finishing piece to a garden, like a statue, or
perhaps a birdbath. not quite a flower in the same way as everyone else. but certainly far
from a weed. a tasteful touch, hey, maybe it doesn't work with everything, however aubade
has made it work beautifully.

despite what others may think of them, aubade is a gentle soul. you can find them any day
at the beginning of the sunrise out in their garden, tending the flowers as a jazz piece sings
its way out from the open window. aubade, unfortunately, is no stranger to even his fellow
plant aions shying away from him, the most memorable event being a parent panicking and
ushering her curious young away from aubade and their thorns. they accept this as a part of
life, for all the gifts they've been given like a garden, a place to live, and beautiful music to
dance and sing to, aubade is nothing but thankful. every rose has its thorns, huh? but prickly
thorns in this case guard nothing but a kind heart and a beautiful, resilient soul.

sorry for the delay! the species is on a semi-haitus but a winner has been chosen! c: dw, the species will be back and running soon!

congrats for winning <33 i really liked your form!