[TipsyBearTender]

Has this ended?

No there's a week left at most

Wasn't this posted Dec 01? I may be wrong really. Don't want to rush you. I'm making sure if I can add more.

[azemyc]

Has this ended?

No there's a week left at most

Wasn't this posted Dec 01? I may be wrong really. Don't want to rush you. I'm making sure if I can add more.

It was, but this is a longer term impress me!QuQ You have time.

I'll certainly give a week's warning for closure.

[TipsyBearTender]

It was, but this is a longer term impress me!QuQ You have time.

I'll certainly give a week's warning for closure.

Thanks! Whats longer term impress me?

[Maddyrose13]

Mark

[IrkenChu]

marking to watch

[Zeldonk]

Possible mark to enter? Res with name of Darth Han Skywalker

[azemyc]

this will end in five days!

[Chaotic Queen]

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Mother, may I be in star wars?

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Username:Soul of Winter
Name:Arili Sa-Vin
Age:5
Gender:Male

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Piece of art(1):-By me!

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Writing:
It was a normal day as Arilli Sa-Vin was just walking around minding his business. The male Plumerian sighed as he then stopped as he heard a buzzing sound. As Arilli looked up to see a space ship, and he smiled"I have never seen a space ship before"he chuckled with delight as he then kept walking till he felt himself being pulled by gravity, up into the air. Arilli, then started freaking out as he was being lifted into the air by the space ship. The male then was on this space ship, it had many colorful bottons onboard the ship as this figure walks towards me"greetings Arilli Sa-Van, I am Yoda and welcome aboard my space ship" Yoda says as Arilli nodded"this is so cool!"he exclaims as he smiled and then sat down"where are we going?"Arilli asked Yoda"Back to my planet" Yoda replied as Arilli gave a slight nod. As Yoda, and Arilli finally got to the planet they got off the off.


Personality:
-Shy
-Loving
-Loyal
-Kind
-Carious

WIP

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Theme Song:
One call away // Charlie Puth

Favorite food:
Mashed potatoes

Most hated Food:
Sushi

Good Traits:
-Sweet
-Listens well

Bad Traits:
-Shy
-sometimes Snappy

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I promise I will be safe?

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[rochester.]

THE BASICS
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name ;; hypatia hyland
nickname/s ;; you can call me ti (pronounced shi).
name meaning ;; i am named after hypatia of alexandria, a female mathematician and astronomer. she was brilliant, however, she basically got murdered because of it. maybe my parents should have put a little more thought into naming me.
name pronunciation ;; hy-PAY-shee-a
age ;; twenty-six
sex ;; female
gender ;; female
sexuality ;; bisexual
voice ;; i would describe my voice as high, slightly squeaky, and clear, kind of like tessa netting's voice.

THE FAVORITES
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favorite poem and why ;; "how precious the flight" by andrea gibson. it has a haunting lilt to it, and just stirs something within me. it's hard to describe poetry, it's just too dang poetic! i'll just tell you how it goes.
“i know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color,
but i’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight.

likes ;; boots, building snowmen, clocks, cloudy days,
creating collages, deep yellow, hiking, hot baths,
marshmallows, minimalist designs, photography,
pine forests, several layers of blankets,
splashing in puddles, stormy evenings, sweaters,
swimming, tea, umbrellas, watches

i’ve seen kites fly in gray skies
and they were real close to looking like the sunrise,
and sometime it takes the most wounded wings
the most broken things
to notice how strong the breeze is,
how precious the flight.”

favorite poet and why ;; e.e. cummings is my favorite poet. his style is so free and graceful, with no regard to grammatical mistakes or how others would judge him. he stands out from other poets for this reason. i chose to type in all lowercase because of him, however, i like my commas and apostrophes- they separate out everything nicely.
favorite painting and why ;; my favorite painting is "almond blossom" by vincent van gogh. the painting was a dedication to van gogh's nephew, as sweet as the smell of the blossoms themselves.
favorite painter and why ;; my favorite painter is jackson pollock. like e.e. cummings, pollock was famous for being all over the place! oh my, i see now that i'm starting to develop a type!
favorite novel and why ;; my favorite novel is i know why the caged bird sings by maya angelou. i read this in my pre-teen years (maybe a little young to read such a mature piece) and i can say that it changed my life. angelou's thrilling autobiography is one-of-a-kind. no other book i have ever read can match the... sincerity with which angelou writes. seriously, give it a read!
favorite author and why ;; j.k. rowling, of course! what can i say, my whole generation was just swept off their feet by the harry potter craze, and you know, i was one of the many people in that generation that just fell in love with the premise! harry potter is indescribable, with the nuances that rowling crams into her work, and no brief explanation of the series could do it justice! but i owe my childhood to rowling. sometimes, i cry thinking about what my life would be like if j.k. rowling decided never to write. that's how much it means to me.

dislikes ;; applesauce, brass instruments, coffee,
crowds, dancing, drawing, flying, heights, jump scares,
rock music, singing, sun in their eyes,
sweating, the smell of freshly mowed
grass (makes her sneeze)

favorite food ;; cheese tortellini!
favorite drink ;; earl grey tea!
favorite belonging and why ;; my favorite belonging is my succulent collection. i have 47 of them currently, each with a different name. they're basically the only kind of plant i can't kill, as i've tried tulips, roses, aloe vera, and a collection of other plants. rest in peace. i get to take some really beautiful pictures of them, which is great.

favorite song ;; this one- it's so emotional and beautiful, makes me cry every time.
favorite television show ;; star trek: deep space nine. the writing quality on the show is superb, stuffed to the brim with nuances and plot twists! as a kid, i really felt like i could identify with the character of dax, who is calm, collected, and intelligent, but able to work light humor into everyone's lives. it was who i wanted to be. an ideal person, in my mind.
favorite movie ;; gattaca. the science-fiction movie is focused on a normal man wanting to go to space. that's the problem. he's normal. in the future, everybody is genetically enhanced, however, his parents chose not to enhance him. we see a system that resembles racism, where he gets discriminated against because of his dna. however, he eventually gets to go to space, but not how you might think! buh buh BUH! i love this movie because although it's clearly full symbolism for racism, the main character is your average straight white male. i don't know, it seems somewhat ironic to me.
favorite sport ;; probably dance. i meddled in some ballet as a kid, until when i was about ten i had a huge growth spurt and my teachers discarded me for not having the right body type. their logic was that if i was that tall by ten, i was going to be a few inches taller by fifteen, which was not acceptable. i left my strict ballet school and went to another studio that competed, and did other types of dance, like jazz, tap, lyrical, and hip-hop. tap was my favorite, as i could make a ton of noise without my mom yelling at me. i decided to quit when i was sixteen, so i could take an after-school writing class.
favorite quote ;; “whatever you do or dream you can do — begin it. boldness has genius and power and magic in it." - johann wolfgang von goethe

worst fear and why ;;
my greatest fear is being alone. forever. nobody ever coming to see me again. don't get me wrong, i cherish my down time, in which i read, write, and practice my photography. but the thought of nobody ever coming to see me again makes me want to throw up. technically, it's called islophobia, but it's not a fitting name for my ailment. it's too scientific, too standard, for such a raw, fearful thing nestled in my brain.

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WRITING

now that you know a few things about who i am, i think i should tell you about my own story. when i was seven years old, my third-grade teacher took us deep into the woods neighboring our school, gave us a piece of paper and a pencil, and told us to write a story. now, i went to a montessori school, which means there are no grades, no tests, and plenty of encouragement for creativity. i was used to writing stories in the classroom, but i had never written them in such a rich setting before. i assume now that it was an experiment performed by my teacher, to see if our writing got better or worse. so i started writing.

"jerik alateen was one inch away from escape. her dark hair whipped in the wind, and her feet skimmed over the icy earth. a harpoon whooshed past her right ear, burying itself in a snow dune to her far right. she looked behind her, and noted that her captors were seated in a sled, pulled by canin, large wolf-like creatures. they were shouting commands at the canin to pick up speed. the canin looked tired and sad. maybe jerik could use this to her advantage?"

that was as far as i got. when we got our stories handed back, a notice was included at the bottom of the page from my teacher:

"wow! you are the only one that did not write something about the woods. i like your story- please finish it!"

i grinned broadly then, but now i realize it was just a tactic to get me to write more. she probably wrote that to every kid who could write a sentence. however truthful my teacher was being, her tactics worked.

i wrote more and more. in middle school i joined a writing club, where i really embraced the writing community.

i spent most of my extracurricular time in high school writing, which paid off when i got accepted into a creative writing program. i don't describe this time in detail, because you probably don't want to hear about the sleepless nights, the tears, the constant wondering if i would be good enough- but it's not easy to be a writer. it's not easy.

when i got out of the program, i applied for jobs all over the country. i sent story upon story to publishers, which were turned down. they were all science-fiction, and were turned down because of that. science-fiction was by far my best genre, but many publishers thought it belonged on the screen, not on paper. that gave me a thought. what if i could be a screenwriter? and so, for the next month, i was huddled before my laptop, typing up my own three-part mini star trek series. this is the big leagues, i kept thinking to myself. better hit a home run. my days and nights of relentless hard work resulted in me mailing my 400-page saga to paramount, prouder of myself than ever.

of course, that hard work resulted in paramount politely turning me down. whatever. a few weeks later, however, a magazine contacted me. a little science-fiction magazine in new york, which was looking for another writer! of course, i immediately accepted.

on my first day, they wanted me to write star wars fanfiction, basically, to test my skill. although it probably wasn't a good idea, i refused. i really despise star wars. it's a copy of star trek, but without any of the philosophy that makes it special! at least, that's what i told my boss. i really don't mind them as much now. us science-fiction fans need to stick together.

they ended up giving me a photograph to write about- a footprint, with strangely elongated toes. i ended up writing the oddest story about a woman who started to go through weird changes in her body. her arms starting seeming longer, and her eyes seem to shrink back into her hand as her brow became more pronounced. her legs became longer, her torso shorter, and most noticeably, her feet became outrageously long. her boyfriend was away, and she decided this was just some weird side effect of depression. she wasn't the sharpest nail in the drawer. one day, she realized she was invisible! the only trace she could leave were footprints and handprints. her shadow was gone, her body invisible to everyone besides her. it ends on a mysterious note, with her feeling a natural calling to the desert, and walking into the desert. it ended saying something unbelievably trashy like "you'll find my footprints in the sand."

the editor read it. he loved it! they magazine published my story, saying it was very good for a twenty-four year old. and so my career as a science-fiction short story author began! i'm sorry i couldn't go incredibly into detail here, my editor has about five assignments waiting. better hop to them, eh?

username ;; rochester.
about me ;;hi, i'm a non-owner looking to get my first plumie! i really love this plumie, because their markings are super unique and electrifying! she carries a story behind her design, at least for me.

[azemyc]

Due to unforeseen circumstances
This will close when I post close- aka whenever I get internet back and can actually start judging
Do not expect more than a week.
I will notify 24 hrs before closing!

I am sorry qvq <33