[pristin.]

username: ♥נσγ♥
name: Louis
gender: Male
personality:
shadow's name:
art piece/story:

res.

[foxxbreath]

:: name ::
Wiauwin
native american meaning 'she who brings the sun'.
most commonly referred to as auwin

:: gender ::
DFAB Trans Male
'course when auwin was made he was intended to
be a female doll, but after being brought to life...he
realized he didn't feel that way.

:: personality ::
Embittered
/əmˈbidər/
verb
past tense: embittered;
cause (someone) to feel bitter or resentful.
"he died an embittered man"

Unsure
/ˌənˈSHo͝or/
adjective
not feeling, showing, or done with confidence
and certainty.

Solitary
/ˈsäləˌterē/
adjective
done or existing alone.
"I live a pretty solitary life"

Conversable
/kuh n-vur-suh-buh l/
adjective
pertaining to or proper for conversation.

Perceptive
/pərˈseptiv/
adjective
having or showing sensitive insight.
"an extraordinarily perceptive account of
their relationship"


:: name ::
Casey
irish meaning 'vigilant or watchful'
doesn't have any nickname's, as they are an
essence rather than a being.

:: gender ::
Genderless
As Casey is a being, they have no
gender nor a biological sex.
they/them

:: personality ::
indecided
Casey has no set personality. Being a
thing or in the form of a thing, rather than being
a someone means they have the personality that
best suits their host or the beings in their care or
the beings they wish to claim as theirs or be
claimed by themselves.

:: story ::
what's his story?
How did Auwin come to be? Well, the folks he belongs to
- more of a rich, blue-blooded couple really - had
Always wanted a child to love. However they couldn't
Conceive their own, no matter how hard or what they
Tried. All they wanted was a child to call their own.

Casey - having been resting in the shadows of the house for
Quite some time - picked up on this desire to love. They also
Picked up on the longing to be loved by this doll, Wiauwin, who
Had been the beloved doll of the blue-blood woman.

Auwin wanted to be loved like he had been as a youngsters toy,
But also wanted to be the man he knew he was destined to be,
And being a doll he couldn't do that...confined to the title of a girl.

Casey, wanting to do their part, gave Auwin the love he needed to live.
And while they're still working towards getting the blue bloods to love
Him as if he were a normal child and not some what seems to he a possessed
Doll, he is loved enough to be who he is and who he always will be.

[father]

Username:
aaronzee

Name:


Gender:
Dfab male

Sexual/Romantic Orientation:
Grey Asexual, Grey Aromantic

Personality:

• Reserved
• Timid
• Subtly passionate and focused
• Quick to make assumptions
• Self-reliant, strong sense of self preservation
• Slow to trust/open up, sees the cup as half empty instead of half full
• Prefers to reach many small goals instead of one big goal

Shadow's Name:
Demeter; goddess of the harvest and the fertility of soil


art piece/story:

(all art in this form is by me)
(full size image)

Hobbies/Interests:

Dimitri's hobbies grow from his fascination with plants. If asked, he'll tell people that one of his dreams is to learn all there is to know about biology, but he doesn't particularly care about the parts of the subject that don't have to do with, say, photosynthesis or plant cells. He's tried growing his own plants before for observation but doesn't quite have the knack for it, overwatering his cacti and forgetting to water his hydrangeas. Though close to giving up on botany after the tragic loss of his first few plants, he persevered and, instead of growing his own from scratch, bought some pre-grown plants instead. Dimitri found that he didn't know where to start when it came to actually doing things with the plants he surrounds himself with in the beginning, so he would waste away hours just lazing around observing his plants, running his fingers along the leaves or inspecting a cross section of a stalk. Eventually, out of nothing left to do Dimitri found himself doodling his observations on pieces of scrap paper he found laying around.
Nowadays, Dimitri enjoys doing anatomical drawings of his plants, studies on different ways sunlight hits leaves, and quick sketches of bugs he finds hiding, and uses it as a way to de-stress and entertain himself. He has yet to get an actual sketchbook, preferring to shove ripped pieces of paper inside of his biology books. The drawings and Dimitri's fingers usually end up stained with dirt at the end of the day.
Dimitri prefers spending time away from large amounts of others and tends to stick near his plants. He keeps them all sequestered away, in his own little paradise, though he isn't offended if his paradise is occasionally invaded. He needs his own personal space but doesn't mind sharing with one or two others every once in a while, sometimes finding the change of pace refreshing depending on his mood.

Aspirations:
Though he isn't confident that it will happen, he sometimes entertains the idea of one day publishing his drawings in a compilation, if only for his own reference.

Favorite Songs:
Crystal Ball - Grimes
Boys Latin - Panda Bear

[nome senpai]

Reserve c:

[m0chicakez]

username: Cakeface
name: Hazel
gender:
personality:
shadow's name:
art piece/story:

might enter if i have the time^^

[Shoe.]

Actually dropping out, nyaaa~~

[aeth]

marking

but also,
possible reservation,
If so, please do not use the following ideas.
- name will be Queen
- usually mistaken for a female but is actually gender queer
- does not appreciate extravagance
- shadows name will be Bin

[Sheer]

Marking~

[Bookworm Forever]

Username: Bookworm Forever
Name: Ceri (Pronounced like Kerry)
Gender: Female
Personality: W.I.P.
Shadow's name: W.I.P.
Art piece/story: W.I.P.

[Aliria]

username:
Aliria
name:
Senna Bloom
gender:
Female
personality:
Senna is quiet and calm most of the time, and a total introvert. She's not a people person, and avoids being social whenever possible. She always tries to be polite and spare people's feelings, though fails at it quite often. She also loves reading, and seems to prefer the fictional worlds of her books to the real world. She acts more social around her friends, in a way taking on their extrovertedness.
shadow's name:
Quill
art piece/story:
xxxxx"Senna! Senna! Senna! Senna! Senna!" squeals Quill, and she bounds down the stairs, "I found a secret passage!"
xxxxxI tuck a bookmark into my book and gently close it. "And this is more important than Karian saving the universe why?"
xxxxx"Because," she pauses, trying to think of a reason, "maybe the secret passage will lead to a secret room and the secret room will have books in it!" She finishes the sentence really fast, like she doesn't want me to hear how terrible of a reason it is.
xxxxx"Fine, I'll come," I say as I stand up from my chair, "But I won't be happy about it."
xxxxxI hear Quill yell "Yes you will!" from around the corner, and start walking after her. I don't really hate Quill's crazy expeditions, but the last three have been nothing but a strange pattern of wall or a room she didn't notice, and I'm getting a bit tired of them.
xxxxxAfter a short walk, we make it to a small room. Quill runs up to a small cabinet to the left of the door and says, "Here we are! Open the cabinet and look at the back!"
xxxxxI do so. "Um, Quill? There's nothing here."
xxxxx"See this spot of wood here?" she waves her paw at a mark in the wood, "It looks like a button!"
xxxxxI examine the spot more closely. It really doesn't look like a button. The spot isn't quite smooth, it bumps out from the wood a little, and it's a bit discolored, but it's still just wood.
xxxxxI gently press it, just to humor Quill. The back of the cabinet splits in half and folds away, revealing what appears to be an actual secret passage and a whole lot of dust.
xxxxx"I was right! I was right! I was right! I told you there was a secret passage, and did you believe me, no, of course not! But this time I was right!" yells Quill in excitement.
xxxxxQuill bounds into the tunnel, and of course I have no choice but to follow her. The passage is short, and we're soon in a room full of boxes and even more dust.
xxxxx"It looks like an attic," I say, and then sneeze. "Stupid dust," I mutter, "How is a doll even allergic to you?"
xxxxxBy the time I'm done mentally murdering the dust with an imaginary vacuum, Quill has already managed to open two boxes. The first appears to contain an old broken lamp. Not really interesting. I walk over to the second box, and look in it. Books! It's full of old, worn, books! I carefully begin taking the first one out, trying not to damage it, when something hits me in the head.
xxxxx"Quill!" I yell, "Careful!"
xxxxx"Sorry," she says, sounding like she actually is, "I thought it would look good on you."
xxxxxI look at what she threw at me. It looks like a crown of little wooden flowers, carefully hand-painted red and threaded onto a thin wire. I suppose it would be kind of pretty, if I liked that kind of thing. I place it on my head to humor Quill, and she awkwardly walks over to me, trying to carry an ornate hand mirror. I take it from her and look in it.
xxxxx"It's very pretty," I say, trying to find a way to spare Quill's feelings, "But I think it would look better like..." I place the crown around Quill's neck, like a necklace or collar, "...this!"
xxxxx"Gimme the mirror! I wanna see it!" Yells Quill, bouncing up and down to try and see into the mirror. I hold it in front of her, and she sighs. "It's beautiful."
xxxxx"Your welcome," I say, "Now, let me look at those books..."