[Tricksters]

Gah I accidently hit color in, oh well, I'll move everything over ;v;

gah that scarf looks bad ;v; oh well, I think I might re-do it later ;v; for now it's perfect as it is <3

EDIT: Whoops! I forgot to shade the scarf! I'll do that in a second ;v;
EDIT 2: Going to add his book bag, well, journal holder ;v;
EDIT 3: Adding his journal! Reference pictures: http://api.ning.com/files/4hsT*BBTPb6JI ... height=455 + http://www.clothpaperscissors.com/resiz ... detail.jpg + https://kamiakcreek.files.wordpress.com ... 4-1965.jpg {For ribbon idea} NOTE: Everything is written in brail
EDIT 4: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKNltVnZ1bc cool song for him and a certain Plumerian
EDIT 5: Going to add his wrist band for the campus he is in
EDIT 6: I think I'm going to add him a beanie, I'll see how it turns out and if I like it
EDIT 7: Adding both types of transparency's ;v;
EDIT 8: Another good song for him: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XObPVtVDKQU
EDIT 9: Something for the playlists: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GCy1OrhxwGI
EDIT 10: Going to lay out the basic information everyone needs to know about him c:-going to do it laterr
EDIT 11: Adding him a casual outfit via color in c: References: Jeans:
http://images.asos-media.com/inv/w/70/6 ... age1xl.jpg Shirt: http://i00.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/1712 ... 20x220.jpg

Gif that represents one of his dreams:




ASK FM.:

http://ask.fm/TrickstersPlumerians


Music dump:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_i4EOC_Cd8A
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XObPVtVDKQU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GCy1OrhxwGI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKNltVnZ1bc

Art dump;;




Lines by Pengu. Colored in by Pengu.



lines by Squirrelspirit colored in by Pengu.

Lines by char char 2, colored in by me


lines by carrie911 colored in by me


Everyone, meet my Plumerian Mukesh! He honestly is gorgeous and I would not trade him for the world ;v;

Here's the form I won him with, I'll add more information when I can ;v; for now I'm going to take a quick break from my commissions to color him in on some of the gift lines for plumerians

Username;;
Tricksters
Name;; MUKESH (मुकेश):
Hindi myth name of a demon in the
form of a boar who was killed by Shiva, meaning "ruler of Muka."
Gender;;
Male
Personality;;
Snarky, Withering,
Taciturn, Fragmental,
wretched

Anthropoid Story;;

Mukeshs' eyes fluttered open. The air in
his room was tangy with a scent. Possibly
a designer perfume....no... that was a cologne.
Muttering the last few unfinished words of his dream,
he unraveled the covers and pulled himself
up to sit. Grabbing his right arm with his
left hand, he pulled it back, cracking
his arm and back. He did the same with the
other arm.

"Excuse me," His voice was chiseled from
sleep as he let go of his arm and tucked his
hands in his lap, staring with distant eyes at the pale grey wall
before him. "but I believe you have the wrong
room. Go now before I go report you for breaking
and entering."

A chuckle filled the air around him. The sweet tone
calmed his nerves and his tensed shoulders suddenly drooped
and his eyes grew narrow in relaxation.

"Mukesh, what makes you think I would break
into your room?" The voice asked soothingly. The
being responsible for the voice sat down on the side
of Mukeshs' bed. They put a hand gently on his shoulder.
"I own a key remember?"

Mukesh thought for a moment and growled.
He unfolded his hands and slapped the beings'
hand away. "You must be Ike then huh?" He laughed,
feeling around for the side of his bed. Finding it, he
used the side of the box spring as a small launching pad.
Landing gracefully on his paws, he faced the direction
of his new Equine guide. "I don't need any help. I can find my
way around just fine, I don't know why they even hired you."

Ike shrugged. "Well, they said you needed a guide. Specifically,
a guard. Apparently you get frustrated when you
can't find your way." He sighed, getting off the plumerians bed
and taking a few steps towards him. "It's nearly eleven 'o clock, lets
get you some breakfast."

Mukesh curled his lip in a silent snarl, but when Ike took his
arm and started leading him out of the bedroom,
he didn't hesitate to follow.

I suppose having company
around isn't too bad...
I mean, what's the worst
anyone can do.
None can harm me
anymore,

No, company is bad. They
can't do anything for
you, they will only hold
you down, they will
only hold you back.
They are poison.

Mukesh sat at his normal table. It was small,
the only round one in the cafeteria. The table
was cracking down the middle and was covered in
dust, but he didn't care. Everyone was
away from him, and there was only one chair.
Dark corners always were his favorites while
out and about. It blocked out the annoying blaring
of childish laughter or new 'hip' music.

Of course, Ike would ruin his peace and quiet.

Sighing, Mukesh reached for his shoulder pack,
taking out a small, beat up journal with a black
cover. He opened it and laid it out upon the table,
flipping the cover open after finding the edges.

Each of his pages had writing and an inserted braille
page. He traced his fingers along the first page,
searching for the braille.

He didn't notice Ike returning to the table with a
tray, carrying both their meals.

I wonder what I am supposed to
do with all this writing my parents
are telling me to do. Maybe it's
good for my health?

Maybe I will build a very muscly
left hand and have out of proportioned
hands....

I wonder what ever did happen
to my good friends...
Ever since father left my family,
no one has taken notice to me.

Do they all know something I
do not?

"'Cause if you're not really there
Then I don't wanna be either
I wanna be next to you..."

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Ike cleared his throat, tapping a hoof against
the tiled floor. "So Mukesh," He started, nodding
his head at the journal. "what's that?"

Mukeshs' hand froze on the last of the braille,
his fur standing on end as his body tensed up.
He removed his hand from the page and found either
cover of the journal, slamming it shut and shoving
it back into his bag. "Nothing."

Ike opened his mouth to speak, looking at his plate.
Mukesh snarled. "Don't utter another word about it, Ike."
Looking up at him, Ike simply sighed, a faint smile crossing
his lips.

"Alright, alright." He huffed, grabbing Mukeshs' plate,
pushing it over to the plumerian. He stabbed the plumis
fork into the french toast. "forks in the toast, butter is
on the side, powdered sugar and syrup has already been applied."
He instructed.

Mukesh felt around for the edge of his plate. Once he found it,
he slid the plate closer to himself. "Thank you." He muttered quietly,
the words leaving his mouth in strangled tones, falling like stones.

Silence soon fell upon the two. Mukesh sat in his chair,
eating his breakfast, while Ike stood, glancing around to see
if there were any open chairs he could take for himself.

Spotting a chair, Ike hurried over to it and grabbed it before
anyone else could snatch it. Taking it back to Mukeshs' circular
table, he scooted in and started eating his food, which, by now, was
cold.

He glanced up at Mukesh as he ate, looking into his faded eyes
and wondering why he was hiding behind hateful emotions.
He could sense the fear radiating off of Mukesh, but he decided not
to mention it. He decided not to ask.

"Hey, Mukesh."

Mukesh lifted his head, setting down his fork. "What." He replied in
a stern tone, his expression dark and un-willing to listen to what Ike
was going to start.

"I was wondering...why do you prefer to be alone?" Ike asked confidently.

Mukeshs' expression softened into confusion mixed with nearly fully hidden
relief. He suddenly scoffed, throwing his head back in laughter. "What
sane person in my condition would like to be around annoying
people who only get you sicker than you already are?"

Ike's expression contorted in anger, but he kept himself under control,
stroking the feathers on his necklace. "...that's, interesting... not everyone
is the same you know. Try your best to get to know people before you slap a name
tag on everyone because of one persons actions."

Mukesh snorted. "Yeah right. I don't expect change from anyone from those I
have already met. Time can't erase everything you know, Ike. Stop being so ignorant
and just realize the truth!" He stood up, slamming his chair hard against the wall. Everyone
in the cafeteria looked at the two and the small table, shocked into silence.

Ike growled deeply, standing up as well, pushing his chair back. He slammed a fist against
the table, causing his plate to shake, popping off the table for a moment before clattering
back down.

"OPEN YOUR EYES ALREADY MUKESH!" He shouted, his voice
on the verge of a scream. "can't you see how big of a spoiled, rude, and fake
brat you are being?! Those aren't your emotions! I know your softer
on the inside, you are pretending to be aggravated because it makes you feel
better about yourself! It makes you think that people will leave you alone,
you think they will respect you like trekkers do a lone wolf or comrade! Your
blindness isn't slowing you down, no one thinks it does anyways!"

He took a breath, biting his lip for a moment. "Why can't you just
put your differences aside and try to be normal." He said in a raised voice, kicking
the table into Mukesh, pinning him against the wall. He harrumphed and stormed off,
tears in his eyes from the pain of holding back his anger.

Mukesh gasped for air, trying to move the table away. The words Ike told him
swirled in his head. Was he right? He was right. No, he couldn't be. But...

"How could I be so ignorant."

He listened as the startled commotion got closer, slowly fading away.

Ike swung open the glass door that lead to the office building of the center
were he once worked. He stopped once he got in the dimly lit lobby, looking down
at his clenched fist. He slowly unclenched it, looking down at Mukeshs' room key.
He closed his fist, glancing up at his former boss, standing in front of the clerks desk,
his arms crossed tightly across his chest.

Head still hung low, he returned his gaze to the floor and walked up to his boss,
holding the key on one of his fingers and stretching his arm out to his boss.
He tore the key off of Ike's finger, slapping his hand down in the process.

"Mukesh left you this, early this morning." He grumbled deeply, tossing Ike an envelope with a mis-
placed stamp on the front. "told me to give it to you and tell you to scram."

Ike walked under the street lamps of the town park. Finding a bench,
he sat down and carefully opened the envelope, reading the Braille with his fingers, just
how he was taught when training for that job. To help Mukesh.

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Ike, let me start off by saying I am sorry for how I act. It's either me or the rest
of my sanity. Loosing my sight wasn't the worst curse bestowed upon me. Loosing those I care
for was always my phobia.... now that it's already happened and passed, I don't want
anyone to know my past. I don't want anyone to realize I'm not the powerful lone wolf everyone
thinks I am, I want them to think I am strong on my own. Tough,
not forgiving, forgetful of the past. I just want you to understand I don't
want to change the way my bratty attitude is. I want you to understand as long
as I am still living, I will be different. I will make mistakes, but that's just me. Thanks
for trying, but please don't ever come back. I'm fine on my own.

A smile tugged on Ike's lips.

Ike

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