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::Brynth, smart and solitary::

::Name::
Brynth

::Gender::
Male

::Personality::
Brynth is a quiet but fiery young Shionnix. He seldom uses words unless they're really needed and sociality is foreign to him, though he does care dearly about his friends. He is smart and kind, sure, but he lacks in strength and agility, though he shines both in battle and everyday life. He can be merciless to enemies and friends alike, making him a dangerous adversary, and he never, ever gives up. His eyesight and hearing are sharper than normal, which helps make up for his utter lack of physical power. When Brynth does speak, though, his words are powerful and moving, and he knows how to play them right.Shy. Brynth never had a desire to be in the spotlight at all. He isn't one to speak up often, and he relies too much on his friends for help. He prefers to explore and find out things for himself rather than ask anybody, even if someone is near. Brynth doesn't like to be noticed unless he need be.
Intelligent. Brynth prides himself on being a strategist if nothing else. He has a quick mind and and sharp eyes. Even with all his ideas and plans, Brynth s still afraid to speak up. He wants to be accepted, and believes that if he stands out too much he'll be considered a freak instead of a friendly Shionnix.
Weak. This isn't so much an attribute of Brynth's as his own mind-set. Brynth knows that he is physically weak, but where he makes his biggest mistake is thinking that he is weak of spirit, weak of mind. Brynth possesses great courage and ambition, but he's locked it up inside himself out of fear.
Solitary. Friends might mean the world to Brynth, but only because of the protection and comfort they bring. IN friendship, Brynth only receives and doesn't give, though he has plenty of generosity. It's because he doesn't really understand the meaning of friendship, of laughter and love.

::History::
On a clear winter morning, a Shionnix who had been hunting discovered an egg, hidden in a bird's nest halfway up an old tree. He had been clawing around, looking for vermin to eat, when suddenly his nose hit something hard. Jerking back in surprise, the Shionnix soon discovered it to be a small egg, which he took home, calling for a mother.
She was found fifty yards away, having been killed by an unknown predator. The Shionnix knew that she'd hidden her egg as one last act to help save her unborn son.
The egg was hours away from hatching, and when it did, an uncommonly small, ruffled, and frightened male Shionnix fell out of the egg's shell.
Throughout the years, the Shionnix raised the orphan Brynth as his own son. He was slightly worried, as he'd never been good with pups (kits? not really sure). So Brynth grew up like a scholar, trained to be polite and clever and absorbed in his work. His foster father kept him away from society and Brynth enjoyed it.
Until one day when Brynth's foster parent fell ill and Brynth had to hunt himself. He wasn't worried; he knew how to hunt perfectly fine. Nearly full grown by then, he spread his wings and circled the island where he and his "father" lived, loving the way the wind slid through his feathers.
After a few hours, Brynth was worried. There was no prey in sight. He decided that he would try one of the larger islands.
Landing briefly, Brynth shook the dew out of his wings and rested a moment, looking up at the sky. Its pale, cold blue was punctured by small figures of other Shionnix. Brynth had been kept away from society all his life.
He flew around the island and watched them for a while, trying to summon the courage to ask them for help. But finally he had to admit defeat. Turning in a slow arc, he headed home.
The first thing he noticed was the cold emptiness of the room. Then the scattered moss of his foster father's empty bed. Brynth's heart began to pound, and it sank to the pit of his stomach. "Please, no..." he whispered, tears beginning to form at the corners of his eyes. He knew it was no use. Whatever had motivated his foster father to leave the den didn't matter- if the freezing cold hadn't killed him, some predator would have gotten to him. Sobbing bitterly, Brynth sank to the ground. He was alone.

::Likes::
Peace & quiet, music, flying, being accepted for who he is.

::Dislikes::
Flirting, rain, underground, being lost...

::One thing about Shionnix::
Shionnix live to be around 150-200 years old.

::Why I want him <33::
Shionnix are a beautiful species, and I love this design... I'm sorry I didn't find the time to finish the art I made of Brynth, but if I win him there will be much, much more <333 I truly love this Shionnix and I would be ever so grateful if you gave him to me <333 I also consider Brynth's personality a fun one to be able to roleplay, if you do start a roleplay. His sociality problems and good intentions make him a very unique character. I do love him already <3333
I know that my form may not be the best, but I want you to consider my passion for Brynth in addition to my writing. Thank you for giving me this wonderful opportunity to win this amazing character. <333

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<3 This WILL become a form soon!

[xDeadpoolx]

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[Salt]

Name:Venni

Gender: Female

Personality: She is a gentle Shionnix, more of the motherly type, always looking after the weak and younger ones in the group. But is overly protective and cautious, which formed from the horrifying experience that destroyed her childhood.

History: Venni found herself in a situation far worse then her most terrifying dreams. Only a youngster, her family all died, all but her younger sister. As the older one, she strived to take good care of her sister. But it was hard to find enough food, shelter and love. Venni's heart was empty, and she could do nothing to fill it back up with love once more. As she had seen her parents being ripped apart. So had her heart. Until one day, Venni woke up to find her sister frozen for death, cold and stiff, with a smile on her dead face. Venni's flooded with love once again, she would be forever lonely and torn between other's. Even on her death bed, she would be loving and give it to those who need her the most.

Likes: Taking care of others. The ocean breeze and waves.

Dislikes: Uncertainty

One thing about Shionnix:
Her feathers on her head enable her to read minds on special occasions.


I'll try to make some art as well!

[Raindrop]

Name:
Zavelle. I pronounce it as "za-vay-ale", though you're free to pronounce it however you feel appropriate.

Explanation of name choice? Well, I just felt that a name starting with the letter "z" seemed appropriate for this lovely Shionnix, so I decided to make up a name starting with "z". The name "Zavalle" just suddenly popped into my mind, and I thought it sounded fitting, so I just along went with it.

Gender:
Female. Or would you call it she-Shionnix?

Personality:

Competitive
Zavelle, however nice or kindly she might seem at first, is a very competitive soul. She always strives to be the absolute first and best at everything, no matter how small or petty the situation is. She cannot stand imperfection in such things, and in times when her adrenaline is high, she would not hesitate to step over others to the path of victory.

Harsh
When it comes down to it, Zavelle is harsh, and perhaps some would say, merciless. If one cannot keep up with her pace, then she will leave them behind instead of waiting for them to catch up. She can be cutting if she desires to, and is not the least bit hesitant in using her sharp tongue if provoked.

Vindictive
Zavelle does not like things to go un-repaid. If someone deals her a blow, or damages something of hers in any way, then she would be very eager to avenge her losses, almost to the point of being too unreasonable sometimes, and she definitely would strike a blow harsher than yours was on hers.

Distant
Zavelle closes herself off and is distant from strangers and brief guests, and puts up a fake front to mask her true person from others she has no close relationship to. Usually to strangers, she appears to be sweet and kindly, innocent, even, however, when one gets closer to her in terms of relationship, they start to see her for who she truly is.

Cruel
Although some might say might say this word is too harsh to describe her, Zavelle is, in a way, cruel. She is willing to give up things like friendship if it means that she would get something better out of it, and won't hesitate in stepping over others to get what she wants or needs. She is manipulative, and whatever she asks for, she expects you to get it for her, no matter matter what the personal sacrifices you'd have to make, with no questions asked. Whatever dirty work she doesn't want to do or cannot do, she would shove the responsibility into someone else's hands.

Brave
However cruel or harsh Zavelle might seem, inside she has a solid rock core. She would never back out of a fight, and would always hold her ground, no matter how impossible the odds may seem. Flight is usually not a option she'd pick, unless she is forced to or made to.

History:
I decided to do a couple of short stories depicting parts of Zavelle's history, instead of writing her history alone. I hope that's alright.

Zavelle's Birth
The avian-like creature lumbered awkwardly through the uneven terrain, a limp obvious in the odd gait she had. One of her wings dragged on the earthen ground, twisted at a painful angle, and it didn't help that she was weighed down by an unborn egg. Her breath was ragged and heavy, she had been either walking a long time, or had been travelling a far distance. Either way, the Shionnix was obviously not in good condition.

Aieyll trembled, shivering from the cold leeching the very warmth out of her. She narrowed her eyes and tried peering into the storm, trying to search for potential shelters she could reside in for the night, but with no luck. Visibility was almost down to zero, and she couldn't see a foot ahead of her. As she trudged on, the faint shape of a tree, its branches picked bare by the harsh winds and rain. It wasn't much, but it was all she had.

She trudged toward the tree, and upon contact with it, her limbs gave in, unable to hold her weight any longer. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, possibly from the physical exertion of walking so far, in such unfavourable conditions.

It was lucky that she'd gotten a rest when she could. Her abdominal muscles started to contract, and she'd barely gotten to catch her breath. Terror struck Aieyll, how would she be able to keep both herself and her egg alive when she'd barely managed to keep herself going?

Time seemed to bend. Aieyl couldn't recall how much time had passed, all she had on her mind was keeping her child alive. The wind could easily snatch it up, and throw it down a hill, or could fling it onto a stone. She wrapped herself around the egg, ensuring that nothing could take it away from her.

Minutes. Then hours. They seemed to pass, as Aieyll gradually got stiller, her heartbeat slowing down. The rain chilled her to the bone, and the winds bit at her fur. The storm churned all around her, creating a chaotic mess, yet the Shionnix was simply above caring about that now. She knew she didn't have much time left, and she didn't try to argue or protest against that. It was simply the way it was. And she couldn't change that.

Aieyll held on to the last pieces of her will, bundling up her egg closer to her. At least if she didn't survive, her egg would. And that was all worth the personal sacrifice.

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The early cracks of dawn began showing in the sky. A Shionnix flew through the air with undeniable grace, her brilliant plumage showing while in flight. Nothing of interest grabbed her attention. As she soared downward, her eyes fixated upon a large, rather round object lying on the ground. She landed with undeniable grace, curiosity getting the better of her.

It looked exactly like a Shionnix egg. It had the exact size and colour to it, and was laid next the to cold, stiff body of another Shionnix, her eyes blankly staring at the sky. The newcomer stared for a moment, unmoving. In the next moment, she had the egg grasped gently in between her jaws, her wings spread to take flight. She flew off, with no thoughts of regret or hesitation in her mind for once.

First Flight
Zavelle watched as the other young Shionnixes took off, spreading their wings to take flight, to soar off into the distant cloud ranges and feel the cool wind ruffling their feathers. She'd always longed to fly. Every Shionnix had the urge to just soar off every now and then, but this longing of hers had been quite literally, born with her. And it was long overdue.

Then she remembered how she'd crashed into the deep foliage, high above from the ground, in an attempt to fly without guidance. She'd been so sure that had been the time... Zavelle had been lucky. She'd barely got any sizable wounds on the outside, just a large bruise and minor scratches. They said she was lucky to even be alive.

Bitterly, she recalled the incident. She scowled, casting long shadows on her muzzle. Lucky? She wasn't lucky at all. After her fall, her wings had suffered major damages, that didn't seem at all that terrible, but the damage was inside, not out. Even after long months of recovery, her wings had barely been able to lift her off a few feet off the ground. And how would she fly without the full use of her wings?

The cool wind blew around Zavelle, the air crisp and fresh with the sunlight bathing on her wings. The morning light made everything look much more...surreal and beautiful. There. She felt it again. That same feeling of longing, to take flight and to just release the inner bird within her free. To fly into freedom. To escape from the reality, if not forever then at least a while.

Only half-consciously, she spread her wings wide, positioning herself correctly for the take-off, just like the adult Shionnixes had instructed her. Head high. Wings spread far apart. Strong, yet relaxed stance. Empty mind. Zavelle recited, as if she'd known this her entire life.

The wind caught her, and without a moment's hesitation, she'd plunged herself down the hill, with her eyes closed. Perhaps she would've felt scared, after her last attempt at flight, but oddly she only felt calmness spreading through her, as she descended.

The ground approached her at an alarming rate, but Zavelle felt content, relaxed even. Maybe she might be completely wrong, maybe she might be plunging to her death, but she knew, in the very instant her eyes snapped open, that she was right.

She was flying.

She soared over the floating islands that she called her home, over the puffy white clouds that filled the sky. Her wings beat evenly, and her limbs were moving as if they had their own minds. She stared, awed as she flew over the land. At last.

Likes:
-Perfection. It doesn't matter what situation she's in, perfection is a welcome sight for her to see.
-Fruits. Oddly, Zavelle has a strange craving for exotic fruits that can't quite be explained.
-Shiny/glowing items. Zavelle seems oddly drawn in to things that shine or glimmer.
-Flying. It's always calmed and help set her mind at ease to just take off and soar in the sky.

Dislikes:
-Imperfection. Just...no.
-Hyper-activity. It just seems to annoy Zavelle somehow, to be too hyper or energetic.
-Rain/Snow. Zavelle hates getting wet, no matter whether it's snow or melted snow or rain.
-Others keeping her from doing something she wants. Zavelle doesn't like others barring her from doing something, especially when she'd really like to do it.
-Violence. Zavelle doesn't really have a taste for violence or fighting in general.

Art:
[x] By me.
[x] By me. (I apologise for the messiness of this sketch, I tried cleaning it up as best as I could.)

I apologise about the lack of art, but I just recently came back from a 5-day trip, and I don't really have that much energy or time to do any more art at the moment.

One thing about Shionnix:
Shionnixes are a hybrid of foxes and birds that reside on mountainous isles that float in the sky.

[Queen Akemi]

Name:
Desra
Gender:
Fae
Personality:
-Hard head
-Exploring
-Can be shy
-Curious
-Friendly half the time
History:
WIP
Likes:
-Color Blue
-Berries
-Insects
-Very very small rodents
-Swimming
-Mountains
Dislikes:
-Worms
-Boasting
-Snotty pack members
-being the one to be last
One thing about Shionnix:
WIP

[xxazul63xx]

Name: Kaila (shortened To Kai)
Gender:Female
Personality: A kind, caring Shionnix. She is selfless and thoughtful, always putting others needs before hers. She is a good listener and offers good advice. She has a calming aura that makes others trust her more easily, and she is very trusting. She doesn't like fighting or violence, she thinks that conflict can be fixed by words, not claws. She is submissive, never wanting to challenge anyone or get in a fight. She is popular among the pups, telling them stories and playing games with them. Many say that she would be a good mother if she ever had pups. Kaila often keeps a cheerful mood to perk others up around her, but sometimes she can be filled with sorrow.
History:
Kaila had a harsh childhood, born with an older sister and brother, and a brother, Shift, from her egg clutch. Shift and Kaila were very close, always being together, but they were bullied roughly by their older siblings. They were taunted and abused all the time, their mother and father were so proud about Kaila's older siblings that they didn't notice. Kaila and Shift soon gained scars, mentally and physically from being bullied all the time. One day, the older siblings challenged Shift to try flying without having fully grown flight feathers. Shift accepted, Kaila begged him not to, but Shift was determined to gain their siblings respect. He leaped out of a tree, but with out proper flight feathers, he had no control. He smashed into the ground, injuring himself badly. Kaila was panicked, wanting to go help him, but if she tried flying she would end up like him, and that wouldn't do any help. Her siblings flew down and started shoving him around, jeering at him and calling him weak. Kaila couldn't look away from the brutal treatment her siblings gave Shift. Kaila shouted at them desperately, trying to make them stop, but it was too late. Shift could not survive the wounds given to him, Kaila had gained a great fear for her siblings that day. As soon as she was able to fly, she left the nest, unable to bear living with her siblings any longer. Though some think that such a past would make her bitter and cold-hearted, but it actually made her kinder, for she never wanted anyone to feel like she did.
Likes: Quiet walks, soft pleasant sounds, pups, cheering others up, sweet smells, eating fruits.
Dislikes: Fighting, violence, being bullied, loud noises.
One thing about Shionnix:
Hybrid between bird and fox
Very wonderful creatures

[Temperance.]

Can't help it, I'm in absolute love <3 Promised I'd go back to hiatus but....I can't afford to miss her, she stole my heart completely away <3 So this form is a massive WIP, but be prepared for some pretty intense history/story segments, and some art if I have time to draw some/manage to order some, before the deadline :3

Name:
Annessa
-Shortens it to Nessa with friends and family-

Gender:
Female

Personality:
WIP

History:
WIP

Likes:
WIP

Dislikes:
WIP

One thing about Shionnix:
Their homes are hollows high up in the threes. They love to decorate their homes with paints made from berries, feathers and other things found along the islands.

[redbirch]

Name: Illusion (Illu for short)
Gender: female
Personality: smart, clever, dare devil, and trouble maker for her pack.
History: Illu grew up in her pack with her older brother. Her parents disapeared when she was very young. The Pack warshipped the elders every evening in which Illu prayed for her parents return. But they did not come back, which saddened both her and her brother very much. Illu played tricks on the other shionnixes to get her mind off of her parents disapearance. But as a result, she got into trouble very often.
Likes: To play tricks on other shionnixes, flying at night, going to the sacred islands, and playing with her brother
Dislikes: Being far away from home, the water, and wolves.
One thing about Shionnix: Shionnixes believe that they were crafted from the clouds by 'elders', their gods, and were painted with the berries from the sacred islands.

thanks!

[Raindrop]

Is the contest ending today?