[peppermintleo]

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[saint.EXE]

ends saturday the 14th!

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three more days!

[izzydrink]

Omg thank I hope He\She goes to a good home!

[Lady Bun]

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wip

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two more days!

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judging will take place later today, so any final edits should be taken care of now. 5-6 hours remaining!

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FITZ Anger dwells only in the bosom of fools.

b a s i c s
username;; Three.
name;; Fitz
gender male
age;; 17

p e r s o n a l i t y
☁ cold ☁ intelligent ☁ direct ☁

- - cold
Fitz is stoic. He doesn't react, he doesn't respond, even the most frightening events don't faze him. For to show emotions would reveal his weaknesses, promote distraction, deter focus. If anything should make him lose his concentration, it would destroy him.


- - intelligent
Fitz's silent, watchful nature simply give him more time to learn. By observing others he quickly learns their habits, passions and feelings. Useful tools. You'd never be able to tell if he was contemplating quantum physics or watching the grass grow, but with either it would have his full concentration.


- - direct
If there's anything he learned from his family it would be honesty. It pays off. Fitz has never pretended to care, never attempted to charm his peers into being his friends. He'd gain nothing more than a sticky situation.

s t o r y

The rain pounded against the soft earth of the family field. It had been a mistake to plow it just before the storm struck, Fitz had known. The young boy had attempted to convince his father of it, but his papa was a stubborn man and wouldn't take advice from a mere nine year old boy, no matter his intelligence; it wasn't that his father didn't know of the vast knowledge of his son, but he was the man of the house. It would be weak to change his mind, show others they could walk all over him. He couldn't bare the thought.
Fitz peered out the thin glass of the old farm-house. The wood was worn and smooth, his little fingers resting on the ledge. Outside he could see his father, buckets of muddy water sloshing in his hands as he attempted to stop the flooding of his fields. He waded through mud, goulashes painted brown.
Time seemed to freeze as the sky broke apart into a thousand pieces, a crack of bright white light splitting from it and striking his father down. The little boy watched as his father swayed slightly then flopped over into the deep mud, buckets tumbling into the field. So much for clearing out the water... Fitz thought gloomily. It would be days until they could seed the field now, and a delayed harvest too. No one likes late crops. He frowned and tapped his finger on the sill then brightened as an idea struck him; with his father gone, he could take over, do it the right way. He turned from the window, and walked down the hall, a swinging open the door. He stood unblinking for a moment as he was assaulted by the violent gales and torrents of rain. After a little while he stepped out into the storm at its full glory, striding into the muddy field, paying no mind as his good trousers soaked up the muck. He passed his fathers still form and sloshed all the way to the abandoned buckets, picking them up and setting off to clear out the water.

t i d b i t s
likes;;

• rain
  
• flocks of birds
  
• abandoned places
  
• dry, crunchy grass
  
• rust

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• sunsets
  
• sea-life
  
• planes
  
• boats
  
• cars

l o o k s
anthro
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Fitz has a long lean build, like that from birth, much to his father's dismay. When he was old and grey, he would never be able to count on Fitz to haul the large tools and barrels of seed. His arms dangle at his sides almost awkwardly, hands just a little too big for his arms.
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Fitz has a long, narrow face with cheek bones that jut from his face like mountain peeks. His permanently narrowed, quizzical eyes bore right to your core. His hair is dark and just a little too messy. You'll often find him running his hands through his hair, twisting it or tugging on it mindlessly, leaving it in a frightening disarray.

e x t r a s
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Cancer
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Ruby
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Apple Tree { love }
Of slight build, lots of charm, appeal and attraction, pleasant aura, flirtatious, adventurous, sensitive, always in love, wants to love and be loved, faithful and tender partner, very generous, scientific talents, lives for today, a carefree philosopher with imagination.

q u i r k
Fitz has a habit of sleep-walking. Often times he'll walk right outside and meander around for a bit until someone finally points him back home. Other times he's woken up half-way across town, slumped against a wall.

w h y
With a character this gorgeous it would be impossible not to try. I've been meaning to try for a ceiral and with this guy it was kind of love at first sight. I've put my all into this form and I hope you like it. <3

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shown in form

credit for photo goes to plasmatics-life.tumblr.com

winner is three.! i love all the detail and the art you put into his form! i hope to see you around the fanclub and such~ be sure to join the official-ish rp if you want as well :>
another form i really liked was by scootaloo~ i wish everyone luck in their search for another ceiral!

[mercury.]

-squeaks- thank you so much <3 i will love him forever

[pappuppy]

I'll write up a form for it in a bit, thanks~}}