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[Octomonn]

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oh they are so good <3 mark

[Camden]

Username:CrazedAxolotl
Name:Amet
Gender:Male
Theme Song:Silhouette by Owl City
Write a bit about them:Name Idea: Amet ( Amethyst 7 )
Fathers Name: Emerson ( Emerald 7.5-8 )
Mothers Name: Kat ( Cats-Eye 8.5 )
Oldest Pup Name: Fyre ( Fire Opal 5.5-6.5 ) Male
Second Pup Name: Tink ( Turquoise 5-6 ) Female
Fourth Pup Name: Amaz ( Amazonite 6-6.5 ) Male
Last Pup ( Runt ): Stone ( Simple stone 4-5 ) Female

When Amet was always the strongest in his litter. He had two sisters and two brothers. He was the third born out of all 5 of the pups. All the pups had gemstones that were a part of them. Amet was Amethyst, which is at level 7 of the Moh’s hardness scale. This is the reason he was the strongest pup. The gemstones each pup was born with determined how strong the pup was. The weakest of the litter ended up being the runt. She was born last and was born without a gemstone. She was just stone. Pups who are born like this are often shunned from packs, so they hid her in their den. They took care of her the best they could without bringing her outside to risk the whole family from being kicked from the pack. Amet would always stay behind with her and the two would play in the den all day. They were inseparable. Although Amet was the strongest, Stone started to gain strength. Rapidly. She quickly grew stronger even than their mother. With this strength came beautiful rainbow diamonds that grew from her stone. The entire family was in shock when Amet and Stone came bounding up to their parents to show them the good news. Stone became the reason why all stone puppies were no longer removed from the pack, but given extra love and care from all. If it hadn’t been for Amet’s care towards Stone, she would have never survived.

Oh my gosh. I meant to just write about Amet but I got so entangled in gemstones and such since I named him after amethyst that I was like hmm I wonder what his family is like? Gosh I love this so much, and if I get him I’m definitely going to design all the siblings and the parents! ;0;
Extra(s)?:Would you mind if I drew him and his siblings? Would that get extra like idk chance that I’ll get him? Even if it doesn’t, I really want to draw them! If it’s not okay, that’s okay too.

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[DigitalLinx]

Username:JinxedStudios
Name:Cyclone
Gender:Male
Theme Song:Wait For It(Possible Cussing)
Write a bit about them:Cyclone has always been known as the "Mom Friend" of his friend group because of his calm nature, despite him being somewhat snarky or aggressive at times. Though no one really knew his personal life back then, Cyclone is actually really hyper and ambitious. But constantly he was told every single day to, be responsible and have more patience. Over time it took a toll on him, making him the "Party Pooper" when really he is acting as he was taught to act. One day, his aunt decided to take him to a Broadway show, which just so happened to be Hamilton. Cyclone absolutely loved the show, and in fact, became obsessed with the character Aaron Burr. He could relate with the musical version of this man in quite a few ways, from the way he spoke to how his friend perceived him. Cyclone finally realized he didn't have to listen to others, that he could be himself. He started to practice acting, singing, and dancing. He started with smaller shows, hoping to reach his real goal. Some people still call him crazy or absurd, but he really wanted to make it to some of the bigger theaters. He even made some new friends along the way who helped him continue on his path. though sometimes his ambition can get ahead of him, he knows to be calm and wait for it.
Extra(s)?:Could you draw the potato in this sweater?

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I had to I'm sorry.
I'm literally hamilton trash and I sincerely apologize for it ;-;
I also apologize if this writing is poop and doesn't make sense

[Brienne of Tarth]

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[MUTT_GUTZ]

Username: Pastel☺Chaos
Name: Saffron
Gender: male (but if fine w/ any pronouns)
Theme Song: The Record Player Song
Write a bit about them: song relation: he's loves everything vintage and tried to defy people and expectations. He's a big adventurer and loves to be outside and go on hikes often.
their past: when he was younger he had a lot of close friends he would go on mini adventures w/, but eventually they all started to grow apart and eventually Saffron was left w/ just one friend who eventually betrayed him. These days he tends to adventure alone, mainly going on semi-casual hikes.
Extra(s)?: nope~!

[Shinnybear]

𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦|| Shinnybear

𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦||Apocrypha

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳|| Male

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𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨|| Forfeit - Chevelle
𝘌𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯|| Apocrypha is haunted by Charlotte and his only goal is to remember his true name. He tries to keep steadfast to this goal, but after so many years of searching, he has slowly become more unsure of himself. He is torn between continuing and his exhaustion, telling him to "forfeit" and give in to this entity's cruel game. His endless knowledge but lack of memory is also a big factor- his own mind fights against his desires, telling him it is very unlikely for him to ever make his way back to her. This song shows his struggles between his drive and his mind.

𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺|| It was long ago, so very long ago that Apocrypha himself can not remember his original name and being. He lived a normal life as a normal feral animal, running wild in the mountains, drinking from the streams, and hunting game for his family. After this life, he lived another, much more mundane than the last. The cycle of reincarnation hadn't stopped until his previous life, a life he remembered well before this one.

Apocrypha had been your normal house dog, with the most loving owner you could ever imagine. His master was a young girl of only 7, whom he loved fiercely. He was her guardian, and she was his source of belonging. Time for a dog did not exist the same way it did for humans, but he remembered seeing carriages with large hooved animals attached, and ornately dressed lads and ladies. They spoke very proper English, and valued their appearances and how much art they could hoard in their home. His master was different, though.

She was a rather fragile young girl with bright red hair. Her skin was dotted with freckles from head to toe, and despite being so fragile her cheeks were quite rosy. She was Apocrypha's vice, his little phoenix. Her masters, or parents, were quite distant from her and did not have the time to take care of her themselves. They worked to the bone to afford her medicine, so the next best thing to parental affection was the affection of a dog.

Apocrypha was a loving companion, guard dog for the family estate, and service dog for his wild-haired master all in one. He spent many lazy days relaxing in the countryside with her, and many more days by her bed worried out of his mind. Her safety was his priority, even more so than her parents' safety. He would hunt game for her father, and chase away mice in the kitchen for her mother, but that was about the extent he would go to be helpful for them.

As his young master grew older, Apocrypha went out more often to the town and even a couple of times to the city (the city trips stopped after his master fainted once). He enjoyed seeing all manners of people and even seeing his own master interact like a normal human without any issues. She often frequented a small book shop decorated with an array of dried herbs and stones, where she would buy as many books as she could hold. Apocrypha often carried her bags afterward.

Between the ages of 11-14, his master would spend many nights reading these books, practicing incantations, and putting all sorts of herb mixtures in jars. She hid these things from her parents. She also got sicker and sicker during these years, much more so than any doctors that saw her anticipated.
"She will die," Apocrypha heard one night from a tall man in gray. "The illness, as we knew, was terminal. It is progressing much faster than expected, however, and she is not responding to treatment. It's just a waiting game now." As Apocrypha listened to each doctor that visit and observed his master's actions, he understood- she was trying to find a way to save herself, and she was using the occult to do it.

At 16, his master became absolutely bedridden. She was not allowed to leave the estate and her parents began to visit her room more often. Whenever they left, much to Apocrypha's dismay, his master would hobble out of bed and go back to her books. On one Friday evening, she collapsed, knocking down everything she had worked on for years. Her parents were coincidentally on their way to visit with a tray of baked goods, so they ran in shortly after.
"Oh heavens! Charlotte!"
"Oh no, honey, no!"
Apocrypha ran to her side, skidding on his paws. His whines filled the room as he nudged her face.
"_____....please....I am so sorry I've done this..." Charlotte, his master, whispered, raising a shaky hand to pet him. "You will be safe...I promise....but I can't...join you..." Apocrypha felt immediate panic, wondering what she had meant. She died before him and her parents.

A week later was her funeral. Apocrypha accompanied her casket the whole way to the Church where she was buried. He howled as they lowered her in the grave, silently cursing whoever had made her born this way. Charlotte's parents had to pry him away from her tombstone hours later, and back to the estate where they let him sleep on her old bed. As he finally became exhausted enough to sleep, he heard a voice, rather, he saw a vision. "_____...you will be okay now. Don't be scared of what is to come, but please, enjoy the life I could never live." It was Charlotte, yet from his hours of howling, he was too exhausted to jump for joy. He fell into a deep sleep, unknowingly dying right on her bed.

It felt like an eternity before Apocrypha once again awoke, and he awoke in darkness. "You have been given a new life by your lovely Charlotte, who made a deal she could not have refused." He felt odd hearing this voice like his body was being set on fire. "You have been born again, with all the knowledge in the world. You will stay stuck in this reincarnation of yourself until you can remember your name given to you by Charlotte." It hit him. Pain, searing pain in his head. He thought it was going to explode. "Until then, you are cursed to roam as a deity of knowledge. You will now be known as Apocrypha." The pain had caused his body to seize, and he once again blacked out.

When Apocrypha awoke, he was in a stone temple, deep in a forest. It was long taken back by nature, and the surrounding area had been abandoned. He mourned for weeks, months even because he could not see Charlotte again. Ever since, he has made it his mission to roam the world in search of something that could tell him his old name, his real name, just to see her sweet smiling face once more. [1035 words]
𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺|| calm, cool, and collected. he is quiet most of the time and seemingly unapproachable, but is rather friendly and knows his manners when he speaks. he has a soft spot for children, and will always act out of character around them. he treats everyone with respect, even those who are considered heinous and cruel. he, however, will punish those who deserve it.
𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴|| Apocrypha often has nightmares of past lives. He is especially plagued by the life he had with Charlotte, and the nights her illness caused her unbearable pain. Even with his immense knowledge, these nightmares still get to him and he cannot figure out ways to make them stop. He assumes these are just a part of his curse to be doomed to forever be away from Charlotte, though sometimes he believes it is just the price he pays for knowing all. In his most common reoccurring nightmare, he dreams of Charlotte tainted by her deal with other "deities", or beings that have masqueraded as them. He sees her beautiful eyes, her soft smile, but as she reaches out towards him she becomes twisted. Her skin becomes covered in gold markings while the rest of her body because englufed in shadow. Her hand slowly fades to black, almost looking like charred skin as if she had been burned. Her voice becomes twisted- the sound haunts Apocrypha, even in his waking moments. It triggers an almost PTSD like response within him, and often causes him to shutdown for a day or more. What makes it even worse, she starts off by saying his true name, yet he cannot hear her...

𝘈𝘳𝘵|| None yet, but I plan on it<3