[Dreamlord]

-screaming- MINE MINE MINE MINE
RES RES RES GIANT RES

nO I LED YOU TO IT

[Novi]

nope
i don't care what anyone says

this is my reserve and this shall soon be my piggle >:3//shot

[Snowseph]

wip ^v^

[emblo]

WIP
The red text is just for me to remember to finish that section since I'm really forgetful uvu

.....................☽The basics☾.....................

Name: This piggle's name is Emi. Short and simple.
Meaning: Emi means Spirit in Yoruba.
Nickname: His parents used to call him Em, but he gets highly aggravated
if anyone else does likewise.
Alias: After he got separated with his parents, he has never
used his true name, but instead he goes by several different aliases. A few
of the ones he uses most often are Nikan, Idan, and Mimo. All three are
various words in Yoruba though he never tells anyone that, they simply think
that was the name he was born with.
Age: Emi is a young adult, around twenty in human years.
Gender: Male.
Birthday: He was born on November 22nd, 1994.
Birthplace: Emi was born in southern Benin in West Africa.
Zodiac: Capricorn. ♑
Sexuality: Bisexual, though he is not all that interesting in starting or
maintaining a relationship with at the moment.

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☽Personality☾
Reserved-Enigmatic-Splenetic-Dauntless-Diligent-Solitary
Emi is very reserved, and generally an unsocial piggle. He spends most his time in solitude or alongside Eda. He rarely makes friends, or even talks to anyone, and the ones he does make usually don't last very long. Though this does not mean he is rude or savage in any way, he simply does not have the attributes most other piggle would look for in a buddy. He needs his space more often then not, and they don't usually understand that and assume he is trying to ignore them, which is not the case. It is very difficult for him to grow close to someone, in fear that he will end up loosing them. So most of the time he just pushes people away or keep them at a distance. This can make him very lonesome at times, but he knows it's from his own doing, so quickly gets over it. Romance is not Emi's thing, even if he likes someone, which does not happen very often. He simply does not know how to flirt with another piggle. He is often difficult to interpret and his way of showing his emotions is not usually understood. He has a hard time letting go of the bad, so he can be very unforgiving at times. He gets angered very easily, though tries to stay calm since he tends to act without thinking while irked. It can bring him to do or say things he does not really mean. Emi has very few things that will frighten him, though those fears often consume him. He is careful and precise in the things he enjoys doing, and tends to be a perfectionist.

Likes
Reptiles
Birds
The dark
Bones
Old artifacts
Cold weather
Winter and spring
Snow
Fireflies
Literature
Rain storms
Eda
Nature
Fires
Being alone

Dislikes
Rodents
Cloudless days
Hot weather
Large gatherings
Flashing lights
Immature or ignorant piggles
Most piglets
Neon colors
Sickness
Technology
Pressure
Anxiety
Having nothing to do
Boredom
The ocean

☽Companion☾
Emi's best friend is a female snake by the name of Eda. Many others will see and think of her as simply some sort of odd pet, but she is much more then that to him. She has been with him ever since he could remember. They had first met when he was just barley a piglet, and were nearly inseparable. For around the first year, his parents would take her away and leave her in the woods, afraid she would end up hurting their baby. But she always came back, drawn to Emi's spiritual energy, though neither one of them knew that was the case at the time. When Emi's mother next

found the snake beside her child, she asked her husband to take her further away, and so he did. It took her almost a week, but she was once again found by Emi and taken away again. This happened many times, but she was persist, and eventually they both gave in when they realized she wasn't there to harm him. Emi was surprisingly gentle with the creature, as she was with him. When Emi's parents where away, Eda acted as a sort of motherly figure, which may seem odd to some, but it was always just a way of life for him. She would keep him from doing dangerous things when he was young, and even defended off another snake that Emi was trying to play with, thinking it was another uncharacteristically nice creature like her. Eda is roughly the size of a fully grown boa constrictor with a similar pattern, so you can see what had his parents worried. If you cannot already tell, she is not like other snakes. Eda is highly intelligent for her species, and while her and Emi cannot communicate directly, they speak through a series of gestures, and can both understand each other for the most part. She got her name from Emi's mother, who would call the snake nothing other then Yoruba word for creature, and it just caught on. Even when the pair moved to an English speaking country, he still calls her by that name.

☽History☾

Emi had a pretty average childhood for a kid in his village. At first his
small family were shunned, but the native piggles quickly adjusted to
their presence and welcomed them as one of their own. Both his
mother and father had escaped from one of the labs that genetically
mutated piggles. But this group of scientists had gone corrupt,
pushing the boundaries of animal and beast. Though most of them
usually didn't survive the extensive procedures they were forced to
undergo, the ones who did were altered in unimaginable ways. Some
were more mild though, like Emi's parents. They were one of the first
to join the lab, so their testings weren't as bad. Their goal for them
was not so much to alter their appearance, but rather their abilities.
They wanted to create pigs with powers in order to sell them for large
bundles of cash. It did not go quite as they planned though, as most
only had minor powers that weren't much good. So they started trying
new tactics, one of which they took their most successful mutations
and bred them. Their first try with this were with Emi's parents. His
father could levitate small objects, and also see the apparitions of
spirits, but the scientists only knew of the first. His mother was able to
do small spells, but only she knew her full capabilities. She believed if
she didn't show the scientists her full powers, they wouldn't have as much
interest in her. The two had never even seen each other before this,
confined in their tiny cages, but were forced to bear a child anyways.

They got a break then, resting for a few months while they waited for the
new piglet to be born. She even got more food and care, as they wanted
the child to be healthy. They got lucky, and some good timing and placing
set them free. One of the other piggles the humans mutated had gotten far
stronger then they had expected, and went berserk. It busted out of it's
caged walls and and started destroying everything in sight that it could,
angered at the scientists for making him go though all those painful
processes. He broke Emi's mother and father's cage doors, along with a
few small sections of the building's wall. The two, along with a few other
piggles, escaped out of the small openings, and ran into a nearby forest.
The scientists and their hired guards were too large to fit through, and by
the time they had made it outside, their experiments had seemingly
disappeared.

The two piggles met up, and surprisingly liked each other. They decided to
travel across the country in search for a safe place to raise their child. After
only a few weeks they found a small village that allowed them to stay. All
the inhabitants had came from a home that did not have very good living
conditions, so they decided to make it on their own. Many of them were
born and raised there though. For the first month or so the natives would
ignore them, acting like they didn't even exist. Some started to warm up to
them, over time adjusting to them and by the time Emi was born, it was like
they had lived there their whole life. The village midwife helped tremendously
during his birth, and the whole procedure went relatively smoothly.

The couple kept him mostly within the walls of their small house, as there wasn't
much to do with a baby around the village. Most neighbors came to visit at one
time or another, and were astonished by his appearance. His glowing eyes,
wings, and odd tail were quite the hubbub, but they all came to accept him. After
all, his parents weren't very average either. When he reached the age of one,
that's when Eda started to come around, and everyone eventually adjusted to her
as well. As a young child Emi was very lively and loved playing with the village's
other piggles, though his off looks often scared them off. Though he didn't get
discouraged and loved making new friends.

For the next few years everything was normal, and nothing eventful really
happened. When he was around ten years old (in human years) he started to see
apparitions. At first he dismissed them as either a trick in the lighting, or simply
his eyes acting up. But then they started to get more vivid and frequent, and he
got scared. He never told his parents, afraid they would think he was crazy. Before
long he could clearly make out that they were spirits, but that just frightened him
even more. Eventually when one of them started to watch him, he told his mom.
Not knowing what else to do, she told him where they had come from and about her
and his father's powers. He was hysterical for a few days, not knowing how to
process all this new information. Before long he came to accept their past, along
with his new found abilities. Although he did not acquire his father's telekinesis, it
was him from where he got his spirit awareness. From his mother he got her skill in
spells, but much more powerful.
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☽Language☾

Along with being fluent in English, Emi speaks Yoruba.
You can often hear him talk to himself or Eda in his native
language. Or if he's angry or frustrated at someone, he will
also use his native language to mutter under his breath.

.........

☽About his voodoo☾

When most people think of voodoo, they picture those little dolls used to intentionally harm another being. But this is not what he does. Although he does sometimes use dolls, it is not in the way that you would first think. Voodoo dolls are more complicated than they’re usually portrayed. He does not need to make the doll look like the actual person he is targeting, but rather attach either something that was closely associated with them, or an actual photo of them with a pin. Though the pin is solely to attach that item not used as an instrument of pain like commonly mistaken of it. Other items are commonly added to the doll as well, depending on the purposes. His motives are solely benevolent and used to help rather then harm.

He rarely does this though, and uses his magic in other ways. He can sense, and often even see if a spirit or ghost is around. Although most are just curious as to why he knows of their presence, and simply watch him and not get close, there are those few who speak to him, or need help in one way or another. Often, he helps them 'cross over' to the other side. Although Emi
is not exactly sure what happens when that occurs, he knows it's for the better. He does not think they go to the christian belief of heaven, but something sorta similar. Sometimes he is successful in helping them, but often he cannot do enough.

On the other side of this, he can ask for spirits' help too. It is mostly only small things, but he always have to give something in return, and he has a grave reminder of that. Often it is only something small, like a basket of food. But depending on the circumstance, it has to be much more.

☽Art☾
Just chillin' | By: me
Sitting pixels | By: me
Eda | By: me
Tiny pixels | By: me
Unfinished - - - - - By: me

[Spaceeboyyy]

Name
My name is Ten, although sometimes
my friends call me Eleven.

*gonna put some art here eventually*

Gender
I'm a guy, and that's not changing
any time soon. At least, I hope not.

Um, I'm kinda shy. I don't like talking to people much. It's mostly because when I was a kid, people used to stare because I look "evil." I'm not evil though, I make a conscious effort to be nice and get along with people when I actually have to talk to them. I've been told that I'm intelligent, but I generally don't tell people that because it feels like bragging to me.

Strange as it is, I'm afraid of
the dark. When I was
little, there were no
lights at all at night.
Whenever there
were sounds in the
night, I had nobody
to turn the lights
on, or to tell me
that it's just the wind.
I'm also deathly afraid
of heights and snakes
for whatever reason.

I have always hated loud noises and rats. Both of those have pretty obvious reasons. Anyways, I despise tight spaces. Why? Well, when I was younger, I was bullied a lot. One time, I got shoved in a trash can for a few days...It wasn't pleasant, to say the least. I don't like sports much, because I'm not very athletic.

I love the color red. Don't ask me why, there's just something
very appealing about the color. I also like chocolate. It reminds
me of home, and let's be honest here. Who doesn't love
chocolate? um, what else... Right, right. I love small fluffy
animals. Taking care of anything is pretty fun, but when they're
fluffy... I also like bugs, popping bubble-wrap, and making
huge messes.

History
Well, you see, when I was just a little piggle, I lived in a lab. I was a more rare piggle, since I have special powers and such. The humans did a lot of research on me...and some of it hurt. Not to mention the other piggles at the lab liked to bully me. They weren't scared of me because I never used my magic on them. Some of them went as far as to say I didn't actually have magic to begin with. It was because I didn't want to be seen as dangerous, which I knew would happen if I used my magic on others. So I held back for years, and just took it. I wasn't the happiest for a little while. And never having known my parents didn't make it much easier on me. After a few years, I escaped the lab. It was one heck of a night...They were planning on doing a particularly painful sounding test, and I was fed up. I used my magic to temporarily wound them, and I escaped. I was so done with that lab, with being picked on, and being locked in a cage for my whole life. I ran for the hills, literally. I figured their cars couldn't reach me up there. Anyways, I spent maybe a year hiding in a cave I found up there, barely scraping by. Every day was a struggle. A struggle to get food, and to keep my sanity. I was not about to go back to the life of being a test subject, though. It wasn't an option for me. I was eventually found out by some hikers, though, and I had to move on from my little home in the side of the hill. I had nowhere to go, though. I was miserably lost. I just wandered, for several months. I eventually ran into some people. I was weak from the lack of food during my travel, and they caught me. I was lucky though--I managed to get far enough away from my original home that the people of the settlement I now found myself out had never heard of me. They knew I was a piggle for sure, my appearance made sure of that. I was brought to another lab, but they were nice there. They took care of me, and never ran any painful tests. And there were other piggles there, and unlike the piggles at the other lab, they were mostly kind. Um, so yeah. That's how I got here. I probably missed some details, but whatever. My memory isn't perfect.

I'm currently 14 in human years.
I'm fully grown, but still considered a teen.

I was born on February 7th, 2000.
My Chinese Zodiac is the Dragon, which is pretty cool, I guess.

I like a song called "All the Rowboats" by Regina Spektor. I think it's about a museum, but that's just my take. I dunno. It's pretty cool, look it up if you wanna hear it.

I've always been into science, especially
marine biology. There's so much about this planet
we don't know about yet, and it's fascinating.

I've never really been into
spots, but if I had to pick...Probably ice skating.
I went once. I fell a lot, but it was nice.

I'm straight, but I'm also really shy and not
really interested in anyone.

I like apple pie a lot. My favorite healthy food is carrots, though.

I've always been really shy, but I have one friend who's been with me for a while. He's a fruit bat named Crowbar. I found him injured one time, and I kinda took to him. I guess he likes me too, since he follows me around pretty much everywhere. He keeps me company when nobody else is around a lot of the time. He's a pesky little bugger sometimes though, making messes of everything. I guess I can't really blame him, since I do that too...But anyways, he's pretty shy, just like me. He doesn't like it when strangers try to approach him, and he'll scream if anyone does. Whatever you do, don't corner him...He'll bite. I also made friends with a fox kit once, until he ran away.

[koegami]

xxx the demon piggle

abaddon is a bone collector. a highly seared bone collector. he used to be a war
veteran before an accident causing serious injury to his face turned him to one
of the pawns of hell. he now lives in his lonesome, content with his solitude, and
not really one to be bothered by this. the silence comforts him.

You watch as the eyes of his take in your appearance. Worn. Haggard. A mask covered half of his face, his yellow eye watched you carefully before a sardonic smile crept across his face. You just got into an accident. You needed help. You didn't think help would come until this very same figure stepped in front of your path and led you up his sidewalk. You look at him now, and possibly regret ever following him in the first place. You couldn't speak, and it seems he couldn't either. Or so you thought. ''Come, come.'' The man said before you. Imprisoning for you to come inside his home. His voice seemed odd, like he never used it. The scratchy and gravely timbre of his voice added to the shivers already going down your spine. To the uneasy dwelling churning around inside your stomach. But you do so, and you may have chosen the wrong path to follow.

You walk inside and see that he is tense. Any sound you make has his body jerking minutely, almost like he wasn't used to this at all. You think about how this will go over, but once you look up, he isn't in front of you. You gasp quietly and frantically look around but you notice him sitting in the shadows with a skull in his hands. One of your own. He seems to be muttering to himself, and chuckling. You don't know what's going on. You lean in closer to hear what he's got to say, or, what he's been saying. ''My name is abaddon. I's a bone collector. a highly feared bone collector. I used to be a war veteran before an accident causing serious injury to my face turned me to one of the pawns of hell. I now lives in my lonesome, content with my solitude, and not really one to be bothered by this. the silence comforts me.'' He stops to cough a ragged cough, clutching the skull in one hand. His eye lifts up to see me. His eyes were glazed over, and an edge of insanity glimmered inside them.

Another sardonic smile crept onto his face and you made a run for the door. The door that killed you instead of saved you.

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Abaddon is about the age of 25 years as a human, as a piggle around the age of 4 years. He is about as old as one gets, his life coming to a close rapidly with his health issues. Since he doesn't eat, why not have a chance to live. Especially when he has this issue of murdering others. It wasn't common back then to having a murdering piggle. But no matter, he goes by generally male pronouns and is asexual. If he does ever have a mate, it will be a male. Mark my words. Abaddon's social interest isn't as high as most seem. It's quite low, he had the education, but now, he just doesn't need to talk, to educate, nothing.

Wip.

uoyatyl - wip



Dash Raegan. No one calls him dash, they call him Raegan.
Never has been called Dash in a long time, ''loves'' to be called that.
Highly Sickly, can breed only once due to the impurities in his blood.
As a human he is a bout 28 years, as a piggle he is about 4 years.
Reagan is a Retired War Veteran, with a PTSD problem.
He has cannibalistic tendencies, nothing to be scared of.
He used to love to go out and hunt, now lives in a secluded house.
He does most black magic, but also can perform enchanted spells and incarnations.
His mask is a sign of security; it has been ''applied'' to his face in a way it will never come off.
He barely laughs, but when he does its because of his own morbid jokes.
He, when he can, and even by not knowing, can be helpful, just watch yourself.
He knows the meaning of fear, and knows enough about others, he's sensitive.
He, when you yell at him will in fact cry, and get all upset because you yelled.
He usually has a small pumpkin or potato cutting knife to cut into himself when he's bad.
He's not an ax murderer he just has a severe case of PTSD, he's always scared.
He so afraid, he can't stand being alone so the cops come over and see him all the time.
Maids don't come to his place because of fear that he will hurt them. He won't though.
Everyone is afraid of him when he's just scared and has PTSD, not fair right?
He's so rugged up because of the flashbacks and nightmares.
Take all that away and you have a sweet boy underneath that just needs a little help that's all.
No one's ever sweet with him, they have to drug him to check him when he could just be asked.
He's just misunderstood, frightened, scared, and lost that's all, but no one can see that.
Reagan would have to be afraid of his own shadow before he could intentionally hurt someone.
what he feels is that he was placed in an ugly body and no one can see who he really is inside

Relationship to others

Thraso
- despite his issues with himself, He and Raegan are probably the only two thar get along
- he tends to stick around raegan having small introverted chats with one another
- looks up to raegan as an asset and a pal
- raegan looks up to him as a friend and someone who really understands him
- thraso has no memory of his past before being captured, but claims that he seems like a dad
- they barely have any arguments and thraso is always trying to get Raegan out of the house
- you could say that thraso is the dominant figure ans raegan is the submissive figure
- thraso knows what raegan went through and still does, and tries to make the world see it
- wishes that if he could take one thing away, it would be the outlook of the world on him

Two-bit
Archane
Adwale
Francis

[koegami]

hey, when does this end?

[Chimericect]

hey, when does this end?

I'm not sure just yet, I'm thinking in about 2-3 weeks cx
I don't want to forget about judging, but I want to give you all enough time to finish your forms <3

[Chimericect]

Up ovo

[yenneii]

res bro xOx