[Tricksters]

before anyone wonders why its a cover adopt when i just proved i could use okeaki correctly now
i know
but
this guy was planned to be a monthly custom, but i decided against it as i don't feel i'd use the design
SO
he SHOULD be the last one under a cover, but i'll get to working them onto the okeaki platform after I
get everyone else properly transferred.
so sorry about the inconvenience! i wasn't planning to upload anymore from medibang i swear ahh
DO NOTE;; once i have the other cover designs transfered to okeaki, they will be as well!

possum guy *w*
to win them, impress me!


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WITH A TWIST
well a tiny twist
there is requirements in this contest

-you have to have atleast 500 words
-1 art piece is required
-1 RELATIONSHIP is required


please include name, gender, and element /common-rare/
ends august 11th

[Butter Dragon]

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Spruce Balder... Male... No Element...
Cough Syrup - Young the Giant

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con artist ;; minipulative ;; doesn't really care ;; incredibly laid back ;; doesn't like others ;; many minor phobias
Spruce Balder is your typical con artist but he didn't have to practice this talent, he's just naturally bright and quick thinking. He's extremely laid back and genuinely does not give two bits about others or their problems. When it comes to someone he wants to manipulate, however... He's all eyes and ears. Spruce will be beyond attentive to his "prey", and will do pretty much anything to get what he wants, no matter what it is. This attentive nature though is, of course, a front for his scheming mind interested in making a quick get away with whatever it is thy have that he wants. It's tricky to trust Spruce, as he could very well just be using you to get something he wants. Considering how much he doesn't like others, you'd think that you'd realize that he probably doesn't actually want to be your friend. You've most likely gotten yourself in the way of something he's aspiring to get, so you have now become his "prey".
Despite how hardcore he is on the inside, Spruce Balder is afraid of many small things. Crowds give him the shakes, small rooms send him into a panic, and so many other things send him into a small frenzy of anxiety and fear, and mild insomnia has made bags under his eyes a part of his identity. There is one exception to all of his phobias - unlike most people, Spruce is nowhere near afraid of spiders. In fact, he loves the crawly little buggers. He relates to their reclusive ways and their horrific beauty.
Spruce, being the passive little nut he is, uses "whatever" in almost every sentence he says. It's a permanent part of his vocabulary and his common catch phrase (despite it only being one word). It's not easy to dodge, and he'll be sure to accompany it with a roll of the eyes or a flick of the hair. This sarcasm pro can put down anyone with his sly comments, and usually hurts someone's feelings in the process. Literal people beware, it's unlikely he'll ever say something that isn't figurative.

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Kleptomaniac that is. Many have suggested that Spruce is a kleptomaniac but this fact has never been officially confirmed nor has it been entirely denied. Spruce Balder steals even when he doesn't need to, frequently grabbing the nearest thing too him taking it with a simple "whatever this is". But it's not a compulsion but more of a hobby. Spruce doesn't enjoy much in life but he does have to spend his time on something. So he spends his days doing things that he dislikes less than other things, stealing is one of the things he does to spend his boring life in the midst of a large city.

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Scrawl
While they haven't crossed paths all that much, One living in an underground city and the other on a pirate ship, Spruce and Scrawl still somehow found time to become best of enemies. Being the con artist that he is Spruce looks for an easy grab from anyone he meets, things get sticky when you try and steal from a pirate though and Spruce found himself quickly over his head. After grabbing a few things off Scrawl's ship Spruce was surrounded by pirates and almost skinned for his crimes but in a quick get away he escaped with his hide and a new enemy.

Frash
Frash is about the closest thing Spruce has to a "relationship" and it even is one sided at best. Frash, with his quirky optimistic nature didn't see through Spruce's good guy disguise right away and only began to suspect him when he realized things going missing after Spruce would visit. Spruce had known Frash since a young age meeting here in there and somehow always running into each other. Spruce's friendship with Frash is one of the longest cons he'd ever pulled but somehow his gruff nature was muted by Frash and he couldn't go through with it. Spruce finds Frash annoying but at the same time he feels like a different person around him. Frash brings out the best in him, which isn't much. Spruce wouldn't consider Frash a "friend" seeing as he doesn't consider anyone friends but he would quickly label him as one of his "favorite targets".

Elswood
When it comes to Spruce and Elswood there isn't much to be said. Spruce met Elswood as a friend of a friend sort of thing when he was in the middle of scamming Frash. While Elswood's fairly gullible nature would've made him a fairly easy target Spruce decided not to set of any alarms by stealing from his target's friend. This initial decision not to steal from Elswood carried on and somehow Elswood has gained the title of being one of the few people Spruce has met and not attempted to steal from right away. But despite not having stolen from him Spruce and Elswood still don't get along. Elswood simply throws off Spruce and their personalities clash nearly every time they see each other.

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Spruce Balder was born without an element, a part of himself always felt missing, like everyone else was experiencing something that he wasn't. As a young gator Spruce felt, in a way, robbed of something that belonged to him. Maybe this realization was the start of his thievery and then again maybe it wasn't but in any case back when he felt the need to justify what he did the fact that he had less than others in life came up most often. Spruce wasn't always as rude and apathetic as he is now, once, believe it or not, Spruce felt the need to justify his actions. He knew what he did was wrong and for a while felt a little bad but as the years went on Spruce cared less and less for the feelings and life of others and lost the art of empathy. He somehow forgot he wasn't the only person in the world and became completely unconcerned with others making his con artist career a walk in the park.

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[scissors]

dropping

They are adorable as heck though <33

[Evils]

Eep! Marking!! ; v ;
Hopefully I have time

-trash collector
-name is Moxxy
-Gurl loves trash
-scratchy voice
-lives in a dump yard
-really itchy, probs has flees

[NE0N-UMBR30N]

huge res oh gosh

[winkatuck]

◎ Male
◎ No Element



◎ RÜFÜS - Modest Life (Hermitude Remix)



Kinedo is known to have sleepless nights filled with irrational compulsive gambling. He tends to be very competitive, doesn't know when to quit and can be quite the charmer as long as he gets what he wants.

[poqqi]

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⊳ coyote

N I C K N A M E
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G E N D E R
⊳ male

S E X U A L I T Y
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E L E M E N T
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⊳ P E R S O N A L I T Y ⊲
Coyote is definitely a weird dude, his smile off-putting and his tired look unapproachable, but this down-to-earth guy isn't all that bad. In fact, once you get to know him, you might get a lazy grin out of him once or twice. But, like most, this mysterious gator is just another onion in the farm of life. And what do onions have? That's right; layers. Coyote is just one layer on top of the other, forming him into the brooding onion he is today. So, why don't we jump in and see how many layers he really has?

Coyote doesn't really talk much. Not because he's shy, or because he'd rather listen, but mostly just because he was never taught to. He grew up in a foster home for the majority of his life, so he wasn't learning all the socially acceptable things to do, one of them being the ability to hold up conversation. No one really talked to him at all, so he was hardly ever put in a situation where he had to converse back and forth with someone for an extended period of time. Coyote knows how to talk, but he's at a loss when it comes to knowing when to talk or what to say. So he spends most of his time up in his own head, lost in thought. Some people might think he's rude for being so closed-off, as he seems a bit arrogant at times when he doesn't talk. Those who know him though, are happy to sit with him in silence, or keep talking to him even if he doesn't seem to be responding.

Despite being a bit quiet, Coyote is the complete opposite of being closed-off. This gator is sometimes the life of the party when given the chance. This is because he isn't afraid to try new things, which in turn allows him to be more daring and have a bit more fun. He's really chill about almost everything, and doesn't get mad easy at all. Plans change last minute? That's cool, Coyote will still show up. Need someone to pick you up at three in the morning? Coyote was already awake anyway. He's down for everything and has no problems with anyone. Pretty much the best wing-man, and the most reliable gator you know.

Now, if you invite Coyote to a party, he may seem pretty cool, and everyone knows how chill he is about everything, right? Well, not really everything. And yes, he is really chill, but usually only when other people are around. Once he's by himself, poor Coyote will lose countless hours of sleep stressing over past words and actions. He has a social anxiety, but usually only after the fact. It's really strange, but Coyote will be completely fine in social situations, but will later on break every single word and action down until he has panic attacks about a conversation that he's warped in his head to be bad. When really, it went fine, just like a normal conversation would. This causes him to stay up most of the night stressing about anything he could've said or done wrong. Because he does this, Coyote will wake up after only a couple hours of sleep, exhausted and baggy-eyed. He'll frequently nap during the day to try and catch up on some z's, which has warped his sleeping pattern into a semi-nocturnal one. He didn't mean for it to happen, and it's certainly not healthy, but he can't help the fact that at night all he can do is rethink his social encounters.

In order to help him sleep or calm down, Coyote very much enjoys listening to thunderstorms. However, Coyote has way too may panic attacks when there isn't a cloud in sight, so he listens to ten hours long loops of thunderstorms whenever he feels like he needs it. He'll either listen to it as white noise in the background of his room while he reads, watches TV, plays games, or draws. He very much likes to doodle, his style closely resembling that of Jhonen Vasquez's work (the artist, writer, and creator of the popular cartoon series Invader Zim). Coyote looks up to him for inspiration, but tries his best not to copy his work. The soothing sounds of the thunder and rain help him concentrate, and put him in a state of calm that does wonders for his mental health. He's usually rarely found not listening to it when he's alone.

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⊳ B A N D A N N AXX&XXF R U I TXXL O O P S ⊲
foster kid/runaway/car accident/lived on streets/hung out with wrong crowd/present
Coyote grew up in the system when his parents abandoned him at the front of some lady's porch as an infant. He doesn't know why they left him, but guessing from the rags he was told he was found in, they probably didn't have the money to raise a child. Either that or they just didn't care. The lady immediately called the police to handle the situation, and sooner than a raccoon could jump in a trashcan, Coyote was shoved into a foster home. His life in and out of this house and that wasn't too bad. It certainly wasn't the best, and he definitely didn't have any of the luxuries a kid with parents had. But he was...fine. Or at least, he seemed to be.

Coyote growing up was rather difficult to say the least. The parents who fostered him had trouble getting him to speak, and most gave up entirely. There were few who didn't even notice his silence, or even counted it as a blessing. Coyote just sat there, his young and curious eyes passing from room to room, face to face. Nothing was a constant except for one thing; his bandanna. This dirty blue piece of fabric wasn't given to him by his parents, or anyone close to him. In fact, it was a complete stranger. In his younger years Coyote lived with a family that was nice, but busy. Have you ever met someone who tried to be nice, but where so overwhelmed with other things that they came off as uncaring? The ones who try to care about everything and eventually end up not accomplishing anything? This was the type of person Coyote's second foster mom was. So very busy with everything, so very busy with nothing. She would have to haul all of her foster kids with her to the store whenever she needed to buy something. Well, just the ones who were too young to stay by themselves. Coyote was among the ones that were too young to stay by themselves, and trailed after his foster mom and foster siblings as they went isle through isle. But one day as they were going through the cereal isle, Coyote became entranced with a colorful box that seemed so appealing.

Foster kids don't have the luxuries normal kids have, like cool snacks or lunchables. No, they had to eat what they were given, which meant that this box of Fruit Loops looked more intriguing to Coyote than a toy would. It's sad that a kid would be so excited about a cereal that most other kids have frequently, instead of some cool and expensive toy. But alas, Coyote was left staring at the rainbow box until the rest of his foster "family" was way ahead. His foster mother was juggling three toddlers and an infant while on the telephone - Coyote being the oldest of the bunch - so she had no idea she was missing one. Especially since he was so quiet. When Coyote noticed that he was alone, he got a bit confused. He wasn't scared, but instead he was wondering where everyone was at. He didn't panic, which was good, but he wasn't ever taught the "stay in one place" rule. So, confused, alone, and now carrying a box of Fruit Loops the young Coyote wandered aimlessly around the store. Employees would give him a funny look but otherwise did nothing, and eventually Coyote decided that looking outside the store would be a good idea. Maybe they had left without realizing he was gone. He didn't take offense to this thought, again he was honestly just curious as to where they went off to. Stepping outside of the grocery store a few beeps sounded, alerting the employees to his stolen box of fruit loops. They looked among themselves in confusion, not knowing how to handle this situation. The poor kid obviously wasn't trying to steal, considering Coyote still stood outside in front of the entrance, trying to decide where to look first. They decided it'd be best for him to just keep the fruit loops, since it was just one box, and this grocery store has already had plenty of fostered and orphaned kids steal from them in hopes of having a small taste of what a normal childhood would taste like. The employees took pity and turned a blind eye.

Meanwhile, Coyote had walked a few steps forward, still unsure as to the direction he should go in. It wasn't long before he heard the scratchy voice of a stranger. "Whatcha up to, kid?" Coyote turned to see an old gator in rags leaning against the side of the building. His head tilted, and he approached the old gator with the innocent curiosity of a child. "I'm looking for Mrs. Patty, I don't know where she went." The old gator grunted in response, his brow furrowing as he looked around. Coyote plopped down next to the old man, even though he smelled of urine and fresh soil. "Are you lost too?" Coyote asked, seeing as how they were both seemingly waiting outside the building for something. The old gator chuckled, "I suppose you could say that." There was melancholy in his voice, but Coyote didn't catch on at the time. "How long have you been here?" The old gator hummed in thought, "That's a tricky question. Here at this grocery store, about a day or two. Lost? Going on two years." This managed to scare Coyote a lot, because he didn't want to be lost for that long. "I can't be lost for two years!" he exclaimed, tears welling up in his eyes as fear overtook him. "You won't be lost for that long kid, you're too young. You gotta be as old as me to be lost for that long. But if you're smart, you won't ever have to be," he tried to comfort, feeling bad that he had worried the child. Coyote nodded, and looked down at his box of cereal. "Watcha got there, kid?" "Cereal. The rainbow circles kind," he said, looking up at the man, "Do you want some?" The old gator looked taken aback, as if Coyote's words shocked him. "If you don't mind?" he muttered, still wondering why this kid was offering him food. He was half expecting the kid to exclaim that they were his and only his, but instead he offered to share. Coyote opened the box and ripped the plastic bag inside, and poured half of the plastic bag's contents into the cardboard box for himself, handing the other half in the plastic bag to the old gator. "Th-thank you," he said, reaching into the bag to grab a handful to shove into his mouth. "You must have been hungry," Coyote giggled, taking a handful himself and copying the gator's actions. "Heh, yeah, I was," he said softly, crunching on the sugary cereal as he looked down at the boy.

The two sat there quietly, enjoying their snack as they waited. For Coyote, he waited for his foster mom to realize she had one missing, to come back for him. Minutes before he was ready to shed tears over the thought that she wouldn't come, but know he finds himself not wanting to go. "You're my only friend, I think," he said suddenly, looking to the old gator. "I am?" he replied, a smile on his face. "If you wanna be, yeah. But when Mrs. Patty comes to get me, I won't see you anymore," Coyote sadly said. "Aw, now kid, don't think about that. Thinking about the future too much will distract you from the now. You keep worryin' about it now and there won't be a "now" to look back on," the old gator huffed, his words sinking into Coyote as the young mind tried to process them. Coyote hummed, agreeing even though he didn't really understand it that much. "You know what? Here," the old gator said, ripping off a square piece of the cloth he had sitting beside him. He had used it as a blanket sometimes when it got cold, and an umbrella when it rained. It was good to him, so he thought he'd share a bit of it with this young boy who is know also his only friend. Just like the boy shared his cereal with him. "Take this, just to make sure you don't forget your ol' friend, eh?" he smiled softly at Coyote, who took it despite it's raggedy look, and held it tight. "I'm Coyote." The old gator chuckled, "I'm Manny."

Not long after that Coyote's foster mom found him and scolded him for stealing, and scolded the old gator for talking to him. She called him a creep, even as Coyote tried to explain that he was nice. Manny just gave a sigh and started packing his things, the remainder of his half of the cereal gripped tightly in his calloused hands. "See ya around, kid," he threw over his shoulder as he walked away, Coyote being shooed by Mrs. Patty to follow her. "Bye," he whispered, watching the old gator leave. That encounter stuck with Coyote, and Manny has since been considered his very first friend. Coyote couldn't possibly forget the old gator that he shared some cereal with, but he wears the bandanna anyway, as he finds himself missing his good friend. Since growing up, most of what the old gator had said to him had started to make sense, and Coyote was intrigued to know that Manny was a very wise man. He heeds Manny's advice about living now, and not tomorrow, and now shares everything he has with anyone whenever he gets the chance. Because Coyote knows how special it felt for Manny when he shared his cereal, and he knows how special he felt when Manny shared his blanket.

And to this very day, Coyote absolutely, without a doubt, loves Fruit Loops.

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⊳ R E L A T I O N S H I P S ⊲

Phoebe
Phoebe, Coyote, and Cao are all roommates in a homey shack in Los Angeles. After Coyote was old enough to get out of the system, he didn't have a place to go or any proper education, so he roamed the streets asking for change. He would steal sometimes to get by, or fix dingy cars for other gators late for work. It was only until one day that he bumped into Phoebe and asked for change. Phoebe's heart strings had already been tugged by this homeless gator before, when not but a couple weeks ago she saw him help a youngster up after he fell off his bike. She offered to make him something to eat, and he cautiously agreed. One thing led to another, and now Coyote happily sleeps on the comfy living room couch, earning a decent wage from his job as a morgue assistant.
Coyote and Phoebe get along pretty well actually, what with Phoebe being so talkative. Sometimes she probably doesn't even notice that Coyote doesn't say anything. He listens to all her stories about how her day went, and seems very interested in what the cashier at Starbuck's had to say about her stylish top. Phoebe is one of those girls where she doesn't need any audible confirmation that someone is listening to her, she can just look and tell. Coyote always listens, even if he doesn't respond, so she'll keep talking to him until he stops listening.
Phoebe's also really trying to get Coyote on a proper diet. Growing up a foster kid, Coyote didn't really have a variety of food options, so he doesn't eat that well. Phoebe's all about organic foods and fun exciting new recipes, so whenever she makes something new she'll rely on Coyote to help judge. He's not a big liar, so she appreciates his honesty. And even though Phoebe is super sweet and nice to Coyote, he doesn't see her as any more than a friend, and vice versa. He sees her more of a protective older sister, a familial love.

Cao
Cao was a bit opposed to having Coyote bunk with him and Phoebe, but caved when Phoebe brought up the fact that he had been in the same situation before. The horned gator still doesn't like Coyote's company all that much, as he prides himself on being able to speak fluently and accurately in more than just English, and can't talk around Coyote because Coyote never talks! How is Cao supposed to continue on a conversation with someone who doesn't even talk back? It takes two to tango, so it baffles him when he sees Phoebe chatting to Coyote about god-knows-what without a problem.
Cao also hates the fact that he know has to share his best friend with some lowlife from the streets. What makes him think he can just waltz on in and claim Phoebe for himself? And the couch? Cao never sat on that couch anyway, but it's rude to have it reserved like that. Coyote could just as easily take the guest bedroom, so why he sleeps on the couch, Cao still doesn't know. Whenever he brings it up Coyote just shrugs, or leaves it at, "I think it's comfy." Which also annoys Cao greatly. Comfy? Really? Just say comfortable! Coyote doesn't talk anyway, so it's not like he'd be wasting his breath on a longer, more proper word. Cao tries his best to deal with Coyote though, for Phoebe's sake. He owes a lot to the hippy gator, so the least he can do is pretend to like his new "roomie."

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⊳ O C C U P A T I O N ⊲
By this point you're probably extremely tired of reading, and the author apologizes for that. Your poor eyes must be killing you, but unfortunately you have to hold on for a little longer as we wrap this all up. But don't worry, it'll be short and to the point.
After Coyote moved in with Phoebe and Cao, he started looking for a job now that he had time to. Without having to worry about stealing or begging for cash, he had some time on his hands. Granted he was well-fed now and under a roof, but he was also broke and had no way to pay Phoebe back for all she had done for him. She insisted he needn't give her anything in return, but Cao said otherwise. Coyote got a firm talking to by Cao, saying that he wasn't going to have Coyote taking advantage of his friend, and that he better not slack off.

Coyote took these words to heart, even as harsh as they were, and began searching. Nowadays you can't get any job without some sort of experience or education. Coyote had neither of these things, so he was barely qualified to hold a pencil. However, a sudden job opened up at the local morgue, and since Coyote was never really squeamish he thought he'd give it a try. His job is mainly to assist the licensed pathologist in things like coffee and writing down interesting things about a body. Some are murder victims, some are just poor gators that died of natural causes. Every once in a while they'll get the ol' car crash victim. All very sad, but interesting at the same time. It's easy to say that someone died in a car crash, but how exactly? When? Was it there fault? was it the airbags or seat-belts? All very valuable things that Coyote gets to dutifully record for future reference. His pay is pretty decent. He's an assistant after all, but it helps repay Phoebe for all she's done, at least a little bit.

Raised from a difficult childhood as a foster kid, to an assistant to a pathologist with two roomies and paychecks coming in regularly, all Coyote has to worry about now is getting on Cao's good side.
A task that will inevitably, be his most challenging to face.

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[angelshy]

<― lines by tricksters and colored in by me

username: angelshy
name: johanna is her real name
but her family calls her jo, janna, or hanna
while her friends just call her joey
gender: female
element: . . .

at least 500 words
1 art piece
1 relationship

p o s s i b l e
w i p !

[Tricksters]

*rises from the dead momentarily*
really early in the contest to be saying this but
due to time constraints, ill be extending this till the 13th of august

[Ph.D]

It seemed at first for him life was all to be simple. He grew up a pretty normal kid in a pretty basic area, a nice laid back country life. He'd work plowing the farm, churning soil, feeding the farm animals. There was simple outlines to growing up. It was ought to happen, the house with the white picket fence.

How his plans went up in flames
-He found school a stressful experience, but he had lots of opportunities
- Didn't get a job/lost his job/mhh
-somehow gets a farm?
-finds an odd love
-love letter?

He's a solemn man with devotion, he stays up late working only to get up at the crack of dawn to begin the next day. He's working towards paying off college loans and a mortgage for his house, he works two jobs on a daily basis with filling all his extra time being a farm hand for a couple of neighbours.

-southern type//?
-need a goblin gator to be his one and only love, his dearest wish (Raulo)
- sends a love letter to said gator