[koegami]

alright yall got 10 days to complete a form
uhhhh

limited impress me -- give me a history of this boi [must be answered to be considered complete]
you may have 2 art pieces extra [no comics or animations] and/or another 300 words that cannot
expand on the history must be something else.

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username:
name:
gender:
history prompt: [500 words max]
other: [2 art pieces or another 300 words]

owner: FluffyBirdie
ryka name: Adonis
ryka gender: Male
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rare - glow / halo
uncommon - horn / ear / tail / backmane
common - color / hair / fur / sclera

[jinxs]

THYICK MARK

[Pacsaj]

Slams down a Mork

[OriGalaxii]

Mark!

[koegami]

hekkin done omg

go go
10 days left

[CrypticanEXE]

Mark!

[FluffyBirdie]

A Shadow Passes Over The Sun
<< username: FluffyBirdie | name: Adonis Revan | gender: Male | 496 words >>

He knocks on door 218, and hears quiet footsteps approach to look through the peephole. Silence. He can imagine what's happening inside; people hiding, preparing an escape, waiting.

"W...what is it." A male voice, brimming with fear and hate, speaks through the door.

"You borrowed money from us two months ago."

Silence. The door then opens slightly, and a trembling hand holds out a wad of bills. Before he could take it, he hears running, then a young girl's voice.

"Please! It's all we have! If you take it--"

"Jayden!" The hand drops the money and closes the door.

"We won't have food! We'll die! Please--"

Crying. More pleads for mercy, for one more month. A father's anxious attempts to quieten her. Revan isn't known for lashing out, but there is no predicting what a psychopath would do.

He picks up the money and leaves.

---

"We'll die!"

It's 2am. A figure slumps in an abandoned building, seeds and fruit scattered around him. Rats are scuttering over his legs, birds fluttering around his head. He's deadly still, but in his mind, he's helplessly fighting back a flood of memories.

He hates debt collection. It brings him back four years, when his own family dealt with gangs and their harsh loans. He hated whoever knocked on the door then; how positions have switched.

"Please...one more month..."

"I won't let a murderer protect our family. If you join a gang, I'll have to...I'll have to disown you."

"Do you want to be the person who killed your father?! Help gangs kill other people's family members?"

The girl's voice is mingling with his mother's, and he gives up fighting the crashing waves. He drops his head into his hands; the animals around him eat undisturbed, used to his behaviour. Images flashing, voices overlapping. The only emotions he sees in people's eyes are fear and hate. The only emotions he feels towards himself. fearhateguiltregretregretregret

"We need the protection! If I join--"

Papers for disownment. His name, Abaven Rivas, his mother's signature, his shaking hand, signing.

"Where are you going, Abe?"
"...I have to go, Tina. Take care of Robin for me, would you?"

"What do I have to do to send my family across the border?"
The gang leader, Jack, smiles cruelly. "Well now..."

"I know you sabotaged our shipment." Jack begins. "And let me just say I also know where the Rivas family currently live. And I have many assassins..." A raised eyebrow. "I'm sure you get what I mean. Fight me, and there'll be consequences. So keep being our little killer, yeah?"

He hates taking lives. He has always been a carer, babysitting his younger siblings, growing flowers in their small balcony. But he has to, for his family. They had to live, even if it meant...Bloody hands, only for...

At this point, he doesn't care.

There's no way out.

Hate from the crowds.
Hostility from his mother.
Disgust from himself.

This is the only thing he'll ever be.

But We Still Have Flashlights
<< 263 words >>

Growing, cultivating, caring. He loves doing this, although...

He walks among the small garden, checking each plant's condition. Pruning, fertilizing. It's a small patch of green in this city of grey smoke and broken buildings, a patch high up on the tallest building in the area. No one can see him here, no one to ruin his infamy. Not that anyone would care to spread kind rumors about him. A stray cat he's slowly taming limps around the pots and tables, and he crouches, waiting patiently for the cat to approach. She has a broken leg that healed badly, and every hobbling movement makes his heart ache. She tentatively touches his hand with her nose, before drifting over to the bowl of food besides him, allowing a few gentle pats. He wishes every moment here could last forever. It's such a stark contrast to his usual work, and if he could, he would lock himself here in his retreat, and live off vegetables. The cat wouldn't like eating plants though...

He slowly shuffles away, still crouching. She hates it when he stands near her, understandably. The tall figure slumps into a chair pushed into a corner, closing his eyes, tired. The only time he rests properly is when he's here, and he only gets the chance to come...three times a week? There's no point keeping track.

A clawed paw snags itself in his pants, and he looks down, thanking the cat with a smile. Now wasn't the time to think about his life; he has others to care for, and that's more important.

[BlueSeal52]

username:BlueSeal52
name: Silverpaw
gender: Male
history prompt: The history on this guy is that he was his family thought he had gone missing so they went looking for him but he was just in the back of their cave sleeping, But when he awoke he felt sad and like there was no reason for him to go looking for his family so he just stayed there and would only leave the cave to get food, water, exercise, to see his friends.
other: A few things to know about Silverpaw is he loves to swim and take sunbaths because the sun always heats up his scales and makes him so warm.

[koegami]

4 days left!

[koegami]

A Shadow Passes Over The Sun
<< username: FluffyBirdie | name: Adonis Revan | gender: Male | 496 words >>

He knocks on door 218, and hears quiet footsteps approach to look through the peephole. Silence. He can imagine what's happening inside; people hiding, preparing an escape, waiting.

"W...what is it." A male voice, brimming with fear and hate, speaks through the door.

"You borrowed money from us two months ago."

Silence. The door then opens slightly, and a trembling hand holds out a wad of bills. Before he could take it, he hears running, then a young girl's voice.

"Please! It's all we have! If you take it--"

"Jayden!" The hand drops the money and closes the door.

"We won't have food! We'll die! Please--"

Crying. More pleads for mercy, for one more month. A father's anxious attempts to quieten her. Revan isn't known for lashing out, but there is no predicting what a psychopath would do.

He picks up the money and leaves.

---

"We'll die!"

It's 2am. A figure slumps in an abandoned building, seeds and fruit scattered around him. Rats are scuttering over his legs, birds fluttering around his head. He's deadly still, but in his mind, he's helplessly fighting back a flood of memories.

He hates debt collection. It brings him back four years, when his own family dealt with gangs and their harsh loans. He hated whoever knocked on the door then; how positions have switched.

"Please...one more month..."

"I won't let a murderer protect our family. If you join a gang, I'll have to...I'll have to disown you."

"Do you want to be the person who killed your father?! Help gangs kill other people's family members?"

The girl's voice is mingling with his mother's, and he gives up fighting the crashing waves. He drops his head into his hands; the animals around him eat undisturbed, used to his behaviour. Images flashing, voices overlapping. The only emotions he sees in people's eyes are fear and hate. The only emotions he feels towards himself. fearhateguiltregretregretregret

"We need the protection! If I join--"

Papers for disownment. His name, Abaven Rivas, his mother's signature, his shaking hand, signing.

"Where are you going, Abe?"
"...I have to go, Tina. Take care of Robin for me, would you?"

"What do I have to do to send my family across the border?"
The gang leader, Jack, smiles cruelly. "Well now..."

"I know you sabotaged our shipment." Jack begins. "And let me just say I also know where the Rivas family currently live. And I have many assassins..." A raised eyebrow. "I'm sure you get what I mean. Fight me, and there'll be consequences. So keep being our little killer, yeah?"

He hates taking lives. He has always been a carer, babysitting his younger siblings, growing flowers in their small balcony. But he has to, for his family. They had to live, even if it meant...Bloody hands, only for...

At this point, he doesn't care.

There's no way out.

Hate from the crowds.
Hostility from his mother.
Disgust from himself.

This is the only thing he'll ever be.

But We Still Have Flashlights
<< 263 words >>

Growing, cultivating, caring. He loves doing this, although...

He walks among the small garden, checking each plant's condition. Pruning, fertilizing. It's a small patch of green in this city of grey smoke and broken buildings, a patch high up on the tallest building in the area. No one can see him here, no one to ruin his infamy. Not that anyone would care to spread kind rumors about him. A stray cat he's slowly taming limps around the pots and tables, and he crouches, waiting patiently for the cat to approach. She has a broken leg that healed badly, and every hobbling movement makes his heart ache. She tentatively touches his hand with her nose, before drifting over to the bowl of food besides him, allowing a few gentle pats. He wishes every moment here could last forever. It's such a stark contrast to his usual work, and if he could, he would lock himself here in his retreat, and live off vegetables. The cat wouldn't like eating plants though...

He slowly shuffles away, still crouching. She hates it when he stands near her, understandably. The tall figure slumps into a chair pushed into a corner, closing his eyes, tired. The only time he rests properly is when he's here, and he only gets the chance to come...three times a week? There's no point keeping track.

A clawed paw snags itself in his pants, and he looks down, thanking the cat with a smile. Now wasn't the time to think about his life; he has others to care for, and that's more important.

winner!
I really enjoyed your writing
reminds me of when I was good at it once upon a time ;a;
give Adonis lots of love for me!