UserName:
♦Soul
Name:
Lark
Age:
7
Gender:
Male
Note:
Lark will have portraits done if given to me.
Lark will be used on 1 other site.
Larks personality and History/? will be by the perspective of a human interviewing Lark.
Lark is somewhat a sorcerer.
Personality:
Lark is a wise and noble Zader who speaks in an Austrailian accent and is always found to be right, he likes to fool others and especially likes to have power over other but despite that bad cover he isn't that bad. Lark is always looking after humans as though he was a guardian, he had actually grown quite fond of the creatures wandering about his homelands and he definitely shows it when he goes posing for their cameras and lets them pet him. Lark says that the other Zaders are absolutely mad for not loving the humans that come by, he is always telling them to pose when the humans come yet they never do. (I wonder why.) Lark is very connected to to a dusty ragged old book with the title, "Souls on Fire.", during my interview with Lark he had revieled that the book held his spells given to him by his mother but he wouldn't reviele to be anything else during the interview and had kept silent about it the rest of the time making my interview less exciting... Until next time I leave you with a farewell and happy trails,
Grace E.,
Reporter for the San Franisco Zader Chronicles
History/Your creations(poems etc)(optional):
"Hello once again audience! When we left off I was an old man in a wheelchair dominating happy wheels!", "Ah No! Tobuscus is getting into my head!" *Taps head* "That's better, ok so last report I had talked about Lark's Personality. During this interview Lark is gonna share with me a poem that he wrote himself...about himself."
*Lark Clears Throat.*
His locks of golden brown flowing in the breeze,
His whiskers so dashingly appeared,
His eyes set on the sun as it drifts away,
And the Zader drops one last tear.
*Grace Claps*, "Lovely Poem Lark, now let's get onto your history.", "Well, I had more but ok, as a noble and honorable Zader I will start from my ChildHood.
"As a Child my whiskers had not yet grown in but I was still as fit as a fiddle, I had been an only child and my parents absolutely adored me. I had always been the smartest out of all of the young Zaders and always getting compliments from other parents, but things weren't always that swell behind the scenes, I had been bullied as a young'in and seemed to have no place among the other children, I had never told my parents of this tragic mishap because I thought they couldn't help me. So as the years went by and the bullying got harder and harder to go through I began to get very depressed up until I was 4 when the bullying simply stopped, but sadly August 17th my father died leaving my mother very sad, lonely, and non-social. I urged her to go out of the house but the only thing she would do was sit next to his grave out in the garden with bags under her eyes laying on the most soil. A month later Mother had died of desspare leaving their home desolate and empty, no longer was their the laughter from the living room but complete silence. After a month I had grown tired of the place and moved to the forest where all the other Zaders where, I began studying both Zader and Human history learning every langue I could find and eventually settling down in what is now my home in a large tree trunk right outside of the marsh where I had met you 2 years later when you where wondering in front of my house throwing your papers about.", "Oh, sorry about that." Grace said with a slight embarrassed cough. "Well thank-you for joining me Lark.", "My Pleasure, Grace.", "Now we come to the end of the interview so farewell and happy trails!"
