[witchcrafting]

υѕєяиαмє:

NorthKraujo, nice to meet you!
A little bit about myself; I'm bubbly, and a very talented role player, I wouldn't mind adding this one to my character list.

ρσєм νєяѕє:
She's somewhere in the sunlight strong,
Her tears are in the falling rain,
she calls me in the wind's soft song,
And with the flow'rs she comes again.

- Z. Randall Stroope, The Poet Sings

иαмє:
Benedict Noah
A meaning for his name;
Benedict means "Blessed" in Latin
Noah means "Long lived" in Hebrew.
gєи∂єя:
Agender. They prefer no gender. Was a transgender though.
ρєяѕσиαℓιту:
Arrogant, Dense, loud, all about themselves,
Has no limit of the "tough guy" act.

Being a son of a well-known being, he always thought he had no other right but
to act the way he does. Snobby with an attitude. His father always said for him
not to act with such indecency, but he never really listened to the words of his
father, always going off and doing his own thing. He always considers
himself a man, and never takes other people's words for who he really is.
He is intelligent at times but acts as a child when things cannot go his way.
ѕнα∂σω'ѕ иαмє:
Myles, a name meaning "Soldier".

Myles follows Benedict everywhere and makes a scene when people seem
to anger Benedict. Doesn't have much of a personality.

[hallowitch]

username: Gravity
name: Silas Steadson
gender: Male
personality:
Silas wanted to help. He always wanted to help. But he was so small and useless and couldn't help anymore. What was he to do? Royal came to him, borne of a fall from grace and loss of power, and they made a deal. And now...Silas still just wants to help. So he helps. And, for a little bit, that's enough. But then his friend doesn't need him anymore and he has to go find someone new to help.

All Silas craves is to be helpful. He's grown reserved over the years, because of his constant state of helping-then-rejection. He's also gotten quite skilled at rescues and healing, as those tend to be the best source of being helpful. He's quite the silent type, swooping in to help and then leaving just as quickly, just to avoid the pain of becoming useless again. But he keeps going, because what if someone needs him to stay? What if someone needs him as much as he needs them?



shadow's name: Royal

poem verse:

Never had I seen such calm fury,
such tranquil beauty,
such power and perfection.

Then the sun rose,
I awoke and the dream slipped away,
Only to be remembered as inspiration and not a dream at all.

- Owls by Courtney Lipscomb (me!)

[houndpine]

✴username:

evergreen.

✴name:

aquila (a roman name meaning 'eagle')

✴gender:

very loosely cis female, uses she/her pronouns but doesn't act feminine and often doesn't correct others when they refer to her as 'he'

✴personality:

aquila's motto goes something like this; 'do no harm but take no sh*t'. she is not necessarily hot-heated or violent, but if need be, will fiercely defend herself and others. she is not an extraordinarily brave, valiant, or chivalrous knight in shining armor type, but loathes those who believe themselves above others because of wealth, hierarchical status, or any other factors, and will not tolerate behavior from these arrogant types. aquila doesn't pursue trouble, but revels in the adrenaline rush and pushing of her limits that comes with a fight, especially a difficult one. she does enjoy helping others, but she can't save everyone and often helps those who help her in return. she's on the search for a master to help her forge her own sword and teach her how to wield it. it's no great hurry, though- aquila loves traveling and seeing new places and experiencing new things. she doesn't often make new friends, however. while you might think otherwise from her clever tongue and fiery dialogue, she doesn't really know how to act in social situations and often just disappears somewhere when others try to befriend her. she's also very distrustful and overprotective of caius, who is much friendlier. overall, aquila is bold, sassy, determined, a fighter, and loyal, but is also suspicious, awkward, biting, argumentative, and selfish.

✴shadow's name:

caius (a latin name meaning 'rejoice'), aquila mostly calls him cai
he used to be a glow-in-the-dark star sticker (thus his chest marking) that lit up the room of a little boy who loved stories of knights and dragons. caius is kind and cheerful, and often a voice of reason and encouragement for aquila.

✴poem verse:

And if ever starts to feel bad little fang
It's easy to explain 'cause this world's not tame
And if it ever starts to feel sad little fang
Remember that your gifts are your gain
And if it ever starts to pour down little fang
The melody sings what the words can't say
Cause they might laugh and they might be scared
Of the wilder thing with the trikes in her hair with the spikes in her hair with the trikes in her hair


- "Little Fang" by Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks

[koegami]

Reserved

Name of Romulus

[Lady Tuesday]

username: It's Tuesday Again.
name: Ferox (latin for fearless)
gender: male
personality: wip
shadow's name: Liona (latin for lioness)
poem verse:
I got so sick of being on my own
Now the devil won't leave me alone
It's almost like I found a friend
Who's in it for the bitter end
Our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos
I set my expectations high
So nothing ever comes out right

So shoot a star on the boulevard tonight
I think I'll figure it out with a little more time
But who needs time...?

Turn off the lights, turn off the lights
Turn on the charm for me tonight
I've got my heavy heart to hold me down
Once it falls apart my head's in the clouds
So I'm taking every chance I got
Like the man I know I'm not



(On mobile so I will try to finish before the end of today)

[witchcrafting]

ah, good luck everyone ^^ Today is the end date.

[squints]

I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea,
And the silence of the city when it pauses,
And the silence of a man and a maid,
And the silence of the sick
When their eyes roam about the room.
And I ask: For the depths,
Of what use is language?
A beast of the field moans a few times
When death takes its young.
And we are voiceless in the presence of realities --
We cannot speak.
✘✘✘✘✘✘

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"None so deaf as those that will not hear" - Matthew Henry

name:

Temur - Meaning Silent

gender:

Genderfluid - more often than not male Pronouns
He will correct you if he'd rather feminine pronouns at the time

Age:

at time of becoming doll - 17

Occupation:

Current - Doll, Previously - King's Guard

Sexuality:

Grey-Aromantic (possible Demi) Pansexual

Astrology:

Cancer - Being born June 22nd

Disabilities:

if you could call it that - sure doesn't slow him down
Temur is deaf in his right ear and partially deaf in the left

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Rash | Ruthless | Greedy | Articulate | w e a k
✘ Rash

Temur is not a doll of wisdom. Often he rushes into situations of which end in disastrous situations. Ones that can, I don;t know turn you into a doll for the rest of eternity. I suppose it stems from the stupidly high amount of courage that stems from him. After all Temur spent a vast amount of his years hearing nothing - more often than not he'd have to trust his gut on most things. Is it safe? Well, I can't hear anything - let's hope it is. After a long life of trusting his brain stem rather than his senses there comes an atmosphere of rashness about him. Not often does the boy stop and think through the process of which he must go through before finishing an action. It's just an adaption - no more no less

✘ Ruthless

Priviously a knight of high status, Temur didn't miraculously get placed in this class. Temur fought for his name and title. Not a single person was going to stand in his way; no king nor beast would make him bow. A pride birth from his large family, where he was not the sole heir.Having many brothers was a problem for Temur, one solvable through a blade of steel. No matter at what cost it'd seem Temur was to get what he wanted. As opposed to most though Temur often feels little remorse for his actions - a beautiful villain fond of the finer things in life

✘ Greedy

Being raised with little groomed Temur to want lots - there's nothing this boy doesn't want. A need, a thirst unfulfilled for centuries. Never can this void be filled by gold, by love, or by victory. There's a certain need to be better than others that possess Temur a certain hatred for those who have more. A greed, an evny so unhuman it almost seems a quality of a storybook monster. How a knight, a supposed protector of kings ended up with a quality so horrendous it is unknown but as the king's knight Temur's true person was disclosed and his actions of past as well. All of which lead to the young man's demise.

✘ Articulate

As any rich man should be. A cunning man of words and wit. Often due to his lust for whatever he had set his eye on at the time. It's not that Temur is particularly ingenious; rather, he is clever. Temur noticed how the king's guards spoke and how differently they held themselves. This was something Temur thought was superb, this poise something he wanted. The articulation and almost otherworldliness of the knights who stood watch for the king were ones of grand stature. Godly to the nearly deaf child who had to get himself close to the knights to hear their words. As a doll, Trym's own wisdom lends a hand in keeping Temur in check with his vernacular.

✘ w e a k

If it isn't evident - despite the fact that Temur is dashing, cunning, and witty, he's also weak. It's easy to get what you want from Temur. All you need is something he fancies; this will ensure you a loyal servant. At least until someone else offers him more. Desperate for self-preservation Temur will do anything to make sure he's well off. And by that, it's implied that anything applies to anything . . .
nonetheless , it seems the doll is one of weak morals or rather lack there of.

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"Quiet is the new loud." - Patrick Stump

name:

Trym - Meaning loud noise

gender:

Agender as the Shadow holds no real gender
however Trym does strongly prefer being referred to by male pronouns similar to his doll

Age:

Unknown - He claims it's rude to inquire such a thing?

Occupation:

Current - Shadow, bringing to life his doll

Sexuality:

Panromantic Asexual

Astrology:

Trym claims to be Scorpio
but that's probably because it's said cancers and Scorpios go well together - what a dork

Species:

currently a Peregrine falcon
however, with Trym's words it's thought that previously he was of high stature alike Terum
Perhaps a prince of sorts?

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Sly | Intelligent | loud | c a r i n g
✘ sly

with wit to match his keeper Trym certainly is fit for the knightly figure. Trym's form is similar to that of an intelligent animal and the same unto him. The falcon's got a silver tongue which often saves Temur's pompous patoot quite often. Though Trym's intentions are often vile, his words are of pleasant tone.Mutch like his owner's own articulation Trym has his own grace and glory - of which is perhaps more superb than Temur's. Of course, Trym would never utter a cross word towards Temur; May it be loyalty or rather infatuation. No matter, what is to be noted; Trym is no foolish beast

✘ intelligent

May we reference above for the affirmation of Trym's high level of thinking? Trym often boasts his intelligence searching for a soul to meet his mark. Of which he found in Temur. However, it was Temur's luck rather than wisdom.
Trym shows traits much alike those of a mad genius who locks himself within his chambers and studies meticulously. This Trym does, he studies until his wits end. Often he relays information found back to Temur, his one and only confidant. Between the two there's enough wisdom, intelligence, and luck to get by.

✘ loud

As the bird's name suggests he's not the silent type. Despite the fact falcons are silent flyers - this big beak likes to be heard. This however, provides a safety for Temur - if he didn't hear something the screeching bird on his shoulder is hear to help (get it hear?? ahahah that was a typo but i liked it too much to get rid of it omg sorry). Trym seems to never be at a loss for words - and when he is you know you're in for a big surprise.

✘ c a r i n g

in all honesty, Trym remained with Temur, not only because of their similarities, but also due to the fact that he cared and still cares about Temur. The two rely heavily on one another. Finding refuge is hard when you're an awful character, so Trym provided redemption in an odd form. Trym cares for Temur as a mother does her child. Often times check on His child's hygiene Trym is rather protective of his doll, not because his doll keeps him alive, but rather because his doll brings him great joy.
what an odd pair . . .

Once upon a time, upon a hill, sat a castle. Now this castle held the Lord of the lands, a man of calm demeanor, but by most he was referred to as a king. The name given due to the striking level-headedness of the man, like a wise old king. A young boy - the age of ten, who was hard of hearing, he listened closely in order to hear the stories. The red headed lad who was of questionable descent as well as gender spent most of his time tending to the family's needs. As any family worked in his time he provided. However being a middle child to a poor man meant there was little to nothing left for the child in the will of his father's this displeased the boy greatly. So to work he took, getting rid of his brothers, each in a way that there was no way to trace it back to him. A clever lad, but a cruel one. However, when his father passed away there was not a soul to compete with the little inheritance he received. What was given was put to good use. Now sixteen the boy's with provided him the ability to slip his way into the knight's academy. With this, he proudly climbed the ranks of the academy - finding himself head of the class. This caught the attention of the king. As it seems the king was in need of knights, knights in which he could trust the life of his son. The lands were waring and his only heir needed a champion. However - unbeknownst to the king the redheaded boy's rise in ranking was by no means honest. Nonetheless, this was who was entrusted with the care of the prince. Clad in armour, the young lad of the age of seventeen climbed the spiral staircase that led to the prince's quarters. The deaf knight knocked - but heard not the protest to his entrance. A nude prince stood before him, as both parties seemed a bit more than a little distraught. Closing the door quickly behind him, the knight turned to the door so his back was to the prince.
"I apologise." The Knight apologised curtly - "I cannot hear, I am deaf, lame in a sense."
The prince's steps were quiet as he walked towards the knight, now clothed,
"Ah, yes but you wear the crest of my father, no fear do you bright, rather a peace."
Temur turned, looking at the much smaller man. ITemur wasn't phased in the slightest, rather He bored with the entier proposition of ensuring the safety of the prince.
"As I should your majesty." Temur agreed with the statement made earlier.
However, the safety was shattered by what came - as knights hailing for foreign rein surged through the castle walls, the prince's knight was nowhere to be found - hiding for self-preservation as opposed to protecting the prince per promised. As the knights came and went as did the life of the prince. Yet the knight whom held the crest had not a scratch on him. Though the Knight begged and pleaded, cried and claimed her couldn't hear- he was set to be hung. And, hung he was to meet the caw, caw, caw, of a bird unfamiliar to him. up he looked - a troubled soul similar to himself. They had met prior, as if death wasn't even much a challenge for the bound souls - it was like the red string of fate had not only dye the hair of the knight but also bound him to his prince eternally. A forgiveness amongst the two, as the falcon was much the wiser. he was aware of the events to come and aware of what greatness was in store after the horrendous events that stole his life.
Temur chuckled, looking up at the bird
"My bad," he called "I tend to be greedy, my prince."
"No apologies - however, there are things to be done Temur." The bird replied, in a voice far more human, "I've learned."
"This I know Trym - would you lead me home?"

By myself
by myself

me
Hello - im momotarou, but just call me olivia
i'm ur average gay and a b+ blogger, a writer and uhhh yeah
i really love people and performing -- im rly an attention hog??
not too much to me - umm ye

[pallis]

Hey guys! I'm most likely going to extend this, since with the Winter Event ending and schoolwork I won't have any time to judge this within the next couple days (and I still need to fill in the blank spaces woops)

edit: New end date is March 20th!!

[hallowitch]

Take all the time you need Tuls! )

[falling city]

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ＴＨＥ ＫＮＩＧＨＴ ＩＮ ✖ ✖XXXXX
✖ ＳＨＩＮＩＮＧ ＡＲＭＯＲXXXXX
Name: Jayce Navin FerencXXXXX
Originally known as: JamieXXXXX
Gender: Trans male; originally XXXXX
was a princess dollXXXXX
Represented age: 22 years oldXXXXX
Date of creation: March 23rdXXXXX
Sexuality: demiromantic asexualXXXXX
Astrology: AriesXXXXX
Height: 10 inches tallXXXXX

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XXXXXXＴＨＥ ＦＡＩＴＨＦＵＬ ♢
XXXXXX ♢ ♢ ＣＯＭＰＡＮＩＯＮ
XXXXXXXName: Vlad
XXXXXXXOriginal item: Kite
XXXXXXXGender: Agender and
XXXXXXXprefers male pronouns
XXXXXXXHeight: 2 ½ inches tall
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┏━━━━━━━━━ ✖ ✖ ━━━━━━━━━┓

There’s a million,
billion, trillion
stars but I’m
down here low

Fussin’ over scars
on my soul, on my
soul, on my soul,
on my soul
On my soul, I am
so infinitesimal,
oh

┗━━━━━━━━━ ✖ ✖ ━━━━━━━━━┛

likes & dislikesXXXXXXXXXX

✖ Birds are fascinating to him, andXXX
he loves to watch them fly overheadXXX
✖ Has a liking towards mixing musicXXX
and making his ownXXX
✖ Loves the feeling of flying andXXX
that leads him to love parkourXXX
✖ Anything to get his adrenaline going
✖ Hand-to-hand combat is somethingXXX
he's constantly practicing and lovesXXX
✖ Doesn't care for people being rudeXXX
✖ Has a history of not liking weaponsXXX
✖ Doesn't stand for tricking peopleXXX
✖ Does not like bugs at all, even ifXXX
they can fly because too many legsXXX
✖ Can't dance to save his life so heXXX
doesn't really enjoy the idea of itXXX
✖ Doesn't like to be questionedXXX
about his past unless he brings it upXXX

XXXXXXXXXXlikes & dislikes

XXX♢ Loves spring showers and warm
days to fly around
XX♢ Very knowledgeable, so he
XXXtends to steal books to read
XXX♢ Enjoys trying to understand
XXXJayce more as time goes on
XXX♢ Loves to engage in deep or
XXXdebatable conversations
XXX♢ Shiny things are his guilty
XXXpleasure
XXX♢ Does not care for ignorance
XXXor just plain stupidity
XXX♢ Hates losing sight of Jayce
XXXeven when he's not far away
XXX♢ Absolutely despises the cold
XXXfor long periods of time
XXX♢ Do not test him on if he
XXXalready has you on his bad side

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They say it
started with
a big bang

But they say
it was really
just a small
thing

Strangely I’m
feeling like a
big bang

‘Cause I’ve been
making something
out of nothing

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personalityXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Jayce is very outgoing and tends to
work hard for what he has his mind set
on. He can be seen as incredibly inde-
pendent and strong-willed when you
first meet him, but he's really just a
dork with armor. He will constantly
work for the attention of others as a
validation of sorts, because he is very
socially dependent when it comes to
his emotional standings. He can be
seen as oblivious at times, but he is
frequently just trying to work out
what to say next to ensure that he
doesn't say anything he might regret.
He can be incredibly anxious with his
words, which can result in him going
through a mild panic if he accidentally
made someone upset, even if they were
complete strangers. He is incredibly
loyal and will stick with his friends until
the end, no matter what is thrown in
his way. Jayce also has thick skin, and
it takes a lot to truly hurt him to the
point that other people can pick up
on it, as he would rather keep his
problems to himself than ask others
for help.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXpersonality
Vlad is a shadow of few words with a
keen eye for anything that may harm
the doll he's cared for. Despite the
fact that his appearance at first
glance may be a little intimidating,
he's actually just very concerned that
Jayce is going to somehow get himself
into trouble. He's an intellectual, with
his unknown age backing him up in the know-
ledge department, although he isn't too con-
fident with the modern advances, so
he'll frequently busy himself with reading
when he is certain that his charge isn't
about to misstep a jump and manage
to scrape himself up. The armor only
helps so much. He is big on trying new
things, however, and will follow Jayce
around on his adventures through the
Dollhouse without a second thought
as long as he was sure that they weren't
going to get caught up in too much
trouble. He isn't a big fan of crowds,
so he will frequently stay perched upon
the young doll's shoulder to scan at
that level and comfortably be out of
other dolls' ways. Even though he's untouch-
able to them, he still enjoys the safety.

┏━━━━━━━━━ ✖ ✖ ━━━━━━━━━┓

There’s a million,
billion, trillion
stars but I’m
down here low

Fussin’ over scars
on my soul, on my
soul, on my soul,
on my soul
On my soul, I am
so infinitesimal,
oh

┗━━━━━━━━━ ✖ ✖ ━━━━━━━━━┛



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history

[[At the beginning of Jayce's existence, he was created as a female named Jamie, so female pronouns will for the majority of this.]]

Jayce, otherwise known as Jamie at the time, was a gift to a seven-year-old girl named Lillyn Elizabeth Walker on her birthday. The doll was designed with a sparkling green dress and hair that feathered down to her hips and was what the girl considered to be the "perfect princess doll." Everyday Lillyn would play with the sparkling plastic castle that had been bought to coincide with Jamie the Princess, with Jamie always in the tower awaiting her handsome prince to come save her from the rugged plastic dragon hidden behind the wall of pillows surrounding the castle. Of course, the prince would always get his fair maiden, as no princess story is ever complete without the dashing prince to save the day.
As the years went on, Jamie's human began to question the roles that had been once so familiar to her. Why did the princess have to wait to be saved? Why was there never a prince in the castle? Soon Lillyn began to switch the roles, having Jamie save her fair prince from the tower guarded by the dragon while brandishing the prince's weapon. That was alright for a few weeks before the human had an idea. One night when her parents were asleep, she had smuggled a pair of scissors into her room and rid Jamie of her long hair with a few quick snips, and promptly replaced the dress with one of her knight's clothing. The girl was pleased at the change in appearance of the doll that she cared for so fondly.
As years continued to pass by, Jamie was no longer used one a day-to-day basis, but regarded with a happy smile from the growing teenager. Soon, things began to change drastically. Lillyn no longer wanted to be called Lillyn, but Liam. She had cut her hair and changed her style of clothing, and would always ask people to refer to her with male pronouns. It flowed smoothly with his parents, who wanted nothing more than to make their child happy, but soon all of this peace was lost on the doll.
She was no longer played with, and no longer needed to entertain her human, so off to the garage sale she went. There, among the boxes filled with dust and other old items that were no longer valuable to the family, sat the doll with the messy cut hair and the polished armor.
Jamie was exchanged between hands multiple times before her final destination was to be left alone in an abandoned house after the family had to leave due to mortgaging issues. That is, until one sharp-eyed shadow sat perched upon the ledge, having been intrigued by the shining metal in the moon's glow through the open window. Vladimir was delighted at the fact that he had managed to find a doll, and hashed out a contract in limited time to the discarded doll.
Despite everything, Jamie could still remember her first owner when she was animated by the avian standing before her, only reaching just up to her knees when she stood. She remembered how happy he was, how great his life had become. She reached for her hair with a small smile as she realized that she no longer had to play the princess trapped in the tower, and instead could be the prince that rescued others. With a bright smile and kind eyes, she replied with, "My name's Jayce. It's great to finally meet you."

extra information on the form

✖ The lovely coding was done by my great friend, daenerys.
♢ The art above was done by me.
✖ The song chosen was "Infinitesimal" by Mother Mother.
It showcases how towards the beginning, Jayce always
had some form of doubt on his actions and felt small in
the world around him, but now that he's opened up, he
feels like he can do just about anything.