[Pachoopi]

This girl is very mysterious... nobody is entirely sure about her or her past. Her origins are a complete mystery to outsiders. She moves about slowly, as if in a trance-like state, eyeing her surroundings with the same expression, contorted into a sadistic grin with her markings.

Her Name: Carmine

Her Past (max. 700 words):
The wind kissed Carmine's face as she stood out in a field littered with flowers as far as the eye can see. She loved the feel of the wind tugging at her mane and smiled a wide grin the almost reached her ears. Her paws lifted into the air and she ran, feeling as if she could fly over every field in the world, energy coursing through her. "I will never stop smiling! Never!" She cried as she glided over the colorful flowers.

She hadn't noticed that she ran so far into a green forest filled with moss and stumps. The sunlight filtered through the trees, shining on everything in a refreshing scene. She watched in awe as butterflies flew overhead, spread butterfly dust over the ground as they slowly flapped their way through life. Carmine wanted to go through life slowly and gracefully too. She wanted to cherish every little thing that happens.

Carmine went deeper into the forest until she came across a cool cave. It glowed with magic and mystery, and Carmine could not resist to go in it. She kept walking forward, occasionally casting a sidelong glance and studying her surroundings before heading forward again. At last, she came onto a crystal, it's blue shine seeping through the cave.

"Welcome...to the cave of beginnings." A voice cried out, low and eerie. "Not many make it here. You must have talent to endure..." The voice sneered hatefully. Carmine jumped back, suddenly aware that the crystal was talking to her. "What do you want with me?" Carmine protested bravely. The crystal glowed again. "I know you want something... You have proved you can handle it if you got it. State your wish." The crystal boomed. Carmine gulped and stepped forward. "I want to go through life slowly, like a butterfly. I want to be able to cherish everything that happens around me, so that I never miss anything."

The crystal laughed a deep, hearty laugh. "Are you sure...? There has always been... A consequence." Carmine didn't hear those last words. She was positive this is what she wanted. "This is what I want." She said, he voice no longer shaking with fear, but with excitement and power. "Grant it to me now."

The crystal shook and glowed, growing brighter by the second. Carmine took a step back, wary of this new change. Suddenly, the crystal beamed, and a bright light was heading straight for Carmine. She screamed, but her legs were frozen in place. The light engulfed her vision, and she had no were to run. All she saw was white.

"You have freed me, dear Carmine. I will haunt you forever..."

Suddenly, she was back in her own world, laying on that very field that she played in before. She got up and looked around warily. Nothing had changed. She felt no different, and the only thing that felt strange was that everything seemed shorter.
She walked back home, no longer jolly and carefree, but burdened and confused. She didn't know what went wrong. Suddenly, she slipped in a puddle, and was looking face down. She gasped. She had grown! Not just a little, but a lot. She was a teen now! She rushed back home, eager to tell her mom and dad.

When she returned home, her parents weren't there. "Miss Carmine..." A voice said from behind her. She turned around to see a young pseudo at her door. "I am afraid your parent are gone. They died in the same Accident while you were away..." Carmine gasped and ran out the door, back to the puddle.

She watched as the wish came into full affect. "You never wanted to stop smiling..." A voice said in her head as her design changed into a perpetual smile. Suddenly, she felt slow... Like she had a limit on everything. A burden that slows her down mentally, slowing her every step. Stop, stop!" She cried at the voice.

Ever since then, she has walked in a slow fashion due to the wish, and is always looking for the spirit who cursed her, so that she can ask him to fix all the wrongs, her pain overwhelming her soul.
(700 words)

[Pachoopi]

Now open for adoption! <3

[Sheer]

Marking<3 ;; Oh my goodness been waiting so eagerly for this event<3

Her Name:
Misute
Meaning: Forsaken
Also known as: Misu

Her Past:
Upon her birth Misu was a normal little Pseudo that her parents were so proud to call their own. They spoiled her with lavish goodies and endless treats. All they ever wanted was the best for their daughter from the moment she was born. Even though her parents cared for her greatly they didn't have very much time to devote to her so most of her childhood was spent with a nanny. As an infant surprisingly enough she didn't seem to cry out or fuss at all really so the nanny didn't even bother with her much.

One night while taking her bubble bath the nanny began to wash her feathers as always, except oddly enough she felt a few bumps on the top of her head that she didn't remember feeling before. The nanny didn't say anything to her and simply told her parents about what she had discovered. That night while tucking her in her father inspected the bumps himself and asked her how she got them. Which of course she didn't know. Upon hearing her response he gave a simple alright and finished tucking her in.

A few weeks later the knots on the top of her head had actually grown. Causing her mothers concern to also grow. Misu would often times overhear her mother and father disguising the subject. Though she knew this wasn't normal behavior for her parents she was too young to realize their concern for something that hadn't really bothered her that much. Life continued pretty regularly for a while.

Quite a bit of time had passed. The knots had continued to grow and they began to somewhat resemble horns. Her nanny had long quit working for their family and they couldn't find another nanny willing to look after her. She began to notice that her mother would often times look at her differently when they crossed paths in their home. Unlike everyone else who had seemed to disappear from her life her father was the only one who had always looked at her with nothing but pure love in his heart.

Her mother had not allowed her to leave the house in quite some time. At first she thought it was because she just genuinely wanted her to stay home. As it seemed to happen more and more she began to realize that it was just because her mother didn't want her to be seen by other pseudos. She didn't question it however, Misu just did as her mother wished.

Misu was still just a child when the bumps on her head had become very obvious horns. Her father had recently passed away making the house even quieter than it had always been. The silent hallways and empty rooms left her feeling as though everything she had known was missing. At night her mother would come in to brush her feathers and tuck her in as her father used to. Though she would often cringe at the touch of her horns.

After a while her mother refused to even look at her, excluding the few moments she would spend brushing her feathers and tucking her in. Eventually her mother began to file her horns down in an attempt to make her appear "normal." Surprisingly enough she felt quite a great deal of pain every time her mother would file her horns down. The pain of it would often keep her up at night.

Starting to avoid her Misu never seemed to engage her mother in conversation and averted her eyes if their paths were to cross. The very few times that she was ever allowed to leave the house she was told to keep very close and her mother insisted that she wear a scarf to keep her horns covered.

Once her mother had passed away she was a bit more free to move about the house. However that lonely house had once again gotten more quiet than it had ever been before. There was simply nothing. She was alone, and having such little experience with the outside world trivial tasks like shopping took everything she had. However she managed to adapt and lives in that house alone to this day.

700 words exactly. :3
I actually wish I could have added more because I felt like I ended it a bit too suddenly and that I didn't get to go into certain things as much as I had wanted to but I hope you enjoy it anyway~

[zippo.]

Her Name: Deyanira // 'capable of great destruction'
Her Past (max. 700 words): wip

[koi97]

:~:Her Name:~:
Maleficent

:~:Her Past:~:
Maleficent was always like this. Her parents feared her once she had hatched. They left her, not wanting to raise a ‘demon’ as their daughter. Maleficent grew up alone and learned to hate others. They were always so cruel to the young pseudo that it used to confuse her. She didn’t understand why looks mattered. As she grew older, her heart became to ice over and she became cold. She hated everybody and everything. She loved nothing. Many called her a monster. She never believed it, and she tried to ignore the hateful comments, but they kept coming. She grew colder with each passing day and she started to believe she was a demon!

Maleficent started to fight back. She threw back hateful comments. She began to break mentally. She couldn’t handle the stress. Yet she still fought, even though it made things worse for her.

“Demon!”

“Monster!”

“Witch!” The others would cry at the sight of her.

“You are the monsters!” She had spat at them. They ignored her and started to throw around their hateful words. Over and over, she suffered the same thing. Day after day. Her soul grew darker, and her was as dark as the darkest shadows. She lived alone in a dark cave. She was paint gorey pictures on the walls, and mutter to self, wishing everything would just stop. It never did. It grew worse because her temper and pride never stopped her from standing down. She kept fighting, until she finally broke. Something snapped in her and she had attacked. Red stained her mouth into the sadistic grin you see today.

What happened caused her to break even more. She shut down, everything going blank. She began to go blank. Nothing but the red stain on her mouth remained of the attack. She became to wonder around, slow and emotionless. Many thought he was possessed. In a sense she is. Possessed by the grief that had appeared when her sanity snapped. To this day, she exits the trance-like state, only to attack those that claim her as a monster or demon. Yet she had became a demon. A monster that moved at a sluggish pace and held no emotion. The blood staining her mouth the only grim reminder of the night she finally changed and became the lost, broken creature you see today

[guqqi]

Her Name:
Mara
"A maleficent female wraith in Scandinavian folklore that causes nightmares."
Her Past (max. 700 words):
WIP

[Amethysts]

//omg

reserve so hard for when I have time e-e <3

[SchnaDin]

Her Name: Calypso
Her Past (max. 700 words):

[stabbrielle]

Her Name: Hel (named for the Norse mythology Hel)
Her Past (max. 700 words):

[~north~]

Her Name:

Lorelei, a river demon from German mythology

Her Past:

Lorelei's history is centered around one event: a regret, one that she always hides; it is the thing that has scarred her past, and made her the cold, distant creature she is today. What hurts Siren the worst, is the fact that it came not from her capacity for darkness, but her capacity for love.
When she was younger, she had a friend- a very close friend, who was a sister to Lorelei. This pseudo's name as Siren, and She and Lor(as Lorelei was called) grew up together, took care of one another, and loved one another as if they really were family. Each knew the other's hearts as if they were their own. There could not have been two closer friends.

While Lor had always been serious, in those days she was not so reserved, and she lived and loved and made friends. Siren was bright and outgoing, funny, fun-loving, and always ready to laugh. Because of this, she had many, many friends, though was close to none but Lor. However, she would of course spend time with these other friends. Lorelei did not know them well, and so usually she stayed behind and was lonely for as long as Siren was with them. Over time, this happened more and more often; but Lor, trusting her friend, never wondered why she was spending less time with her, and only waited for when Siren would return. She would be bitter, however, and weep alone some salty tears.

One day, Siren returned to Lorelei with another pseudo- a male named Leviathan. She declared to her long-time friend that she was in love with Lev. What's more, she planned on becoming Lev's mate, and on moving out of the den she and Lor shared into Leviathan's den. Leviathan was handsome, Lor could tell, with a kind of charm, but his eye gleamed with nothing that was good, and lor distrusted him. Siren, however, on hearing Lor's warnings, accused Lor of jealousy; there was a fight, and Siren left for Leviathan.

Time passed; Lor and Siren still spent time with each other, and they remained friends, but nothing like it was before. Lorelei still bared her heart to her friend's, but it seemed to her that Siren had closed to her, and no longer shared everything with her. Also, Siren never seemed her proper self; she was less outgoing, and often lapsed into silence. Lor suspected that some foulness was going on with Leviathan, and determined that she would visit the den, to see what was going on. Siren hurriedly brushed her off, however, saying that a visit was not necessary, and perhaps they could get together again in Lorelei's den?

Lorelei determined to go anyway, and see what was really going on, despite the fact that Siren so keenly wanted her to stay away. As dusk fell, a few days later, Lor swung down from the trees to visit Siren and Leviathan's den. It was dark within, and she had difficulty seeing. Nervously, she entered in, calling out to Siren. At first there was no answer; then she heard snarling, in Lev's voice, and fearful sounds that were clearly Siren. She heard words that sounded like "get out" and "go away", and assuming Leviathan would come to make her leave, Lorelei prepared herself to fight.

Sure enough, a dark shape plummeted towards her, screaming at her to leave with malice in its eyes. Baring her teeth, Lorelei leapt at it, until it lay lifeless below her. Triumphant, Lor called into the den forSiren, saying that she was freed; but the pseudo that emerged from the depths was not Siren, but Leviathan. Grieved and afraid, Siren fled until she could flee no more. Guilt overwhelmed her. She had tried to protect her sister and friend- and had killed her instead.

Since then, there has been little event in Lorelei's life; she has not allowed herself to grow close enough to any in order to allow a life-shaking thing to happen. Instead, Lorelei keeps herself cold and distant, watching life mocklingly from the outside- uninvolved, cynical, pitying and pitiless.

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