[Alkene]

Been thinking it over, and I don't think I've been giving Grimsley enough love *Cries* I'd really love for him [or whatever their gender is changed to] to have a new good home. The winner will be PM'd with all of his art [or as much as I can find]. The contest will end November 8th.

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Username:
Name:
Gender:
Personality:
Mates with Mac? [See notes]:
Extras [4 Max]:

Notes:
-You may add any accessories, yes ;v;
-Prettying up is fine!
-Bonus: Mac had been Grimsley's mate, and The Last Raven would still like to keep the relationship. Although it is not necessary, I'd be keeping an eye out if you keep the relationship!
-This one has siblings!: Daisy, Hallie, and Cassie. Just to let y'all know

P.S. Yes, I got Char's permission.

[bsktcase]

Username: iJellybean
Name: Grimsley
Gender: Male
Personality: [wip]
Mates with Mac? [See notes]: yes!
Extras [4 Max]: [picking]

[Blackhusky]

res possible ;v;

[Scarfire ;]

username :: scarfire ;
name :: shinigami, literally meaning 'god of death' in japanese
gender :: male ♂

personality :: wip
shinigami and mac :: wip (yes they are mates)

extras :: wip

color codes ;
darkest grey - 0a0a0a
dark grey - 0f0e0e
grey - 1f1d19
dark blue - 1a3c42
blue - 5c7a82
light blue - 779399

[the dreamer.]

Username: the dreamer.
Name: Denim (Denny)
Gender: Male
Personality: kind, bubbly, exuberant, noble.
Mates with Mac? [See notes]: yes
Extras [4 Max]: WIP

[blueh]

Ah Daisy's brother! Going to be marking to see who the winner is :>
whispers whoever wins better take good care of him ;v;

[quietlights]

mark/maybe res

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Personality:
Mates with Mac? [See notes]:
Extras [4 Max]:

[Wafflez2]

Username:Wafflez2
Name:Grimsley (arn't i nice)
Gender:Male
Personality: He's ofully shy at frist but when you get to know him he's WILD! he's pretty clever to, and sweet
Mates with Mac? [See notes]:Sure why not?
Extras [4 Max]: art art art wip wip wip

[Master of Nothing]

dropping out, sorry!

[Tricksters]

Username:
Tricksters
Name:
Macabre Grimsley
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Gruesome, Manic, Down-tempo calming as he comes off to others.
Though, he's really just afraid and childish inside, hoping he can
revere his wrongs that weren't even his fault.
Mates with Mac? : I'd love to keep them as mates,
yet I am unsure if Raven would like his new personality.
If she is alright with keeping them together, I'd
love to keep them as mates!
Story told:
'The storms of the east always sway west,
but some days the sway further
east or even north,

but never south...

that is, until the sun did rise
today and the leaves turned
crisp and upheld their snouts at
the bitter soul stalking
out from the south brewing storm.

That creature....

is Me.'

My name is Macabre Grimsley, but feel free to call me Grim
for short. I guess you can say I'm one of those
people who never really believed in bad omens, ghosts,
or the supernatural in general.

Until I myself became some sort of magnet.

It all happened really when I was younger, about when
I was peaking the age of 10. It was a big milestone in my life
because my entire life from before that time I had been bed-ridden
with a blood clotting disease called;; Haemophilia.

that means my blood couldn't clot like everyone
else and I bled constantly, from my nose, mouth,
and even my eyes or ears occasionally.

Though, as a child I was told that when I got older, it would
go away. I kept that thought in my mind and
kept on trucking, determined to make it through.

When I turned 9, my disease, with the help of strong steroids and
medicines I had been taking my entire life,
started to slow down. Less and less bleeding every day, until
it only happened once every 5 hours,

then every two,

then every two days,

then once a week,

until finally when my tenth birthday struck the doctors announced
my blood should clot properly if I kept away from drugs I shouldn't take,
and overly rough activities.

That night though, I hadn't felt right as me and my parents sat at the dinner table,
while I was surrounded by my sisters. I felt off,
that bubbling you feel inside when you have a stomach bug.

As dinner trudged along, I had grown paler and had not said a word, just toying with the food
that lay vacantly touched upon my plate.

Eventually I excused myself and rushed to my room.

It was a pretty vivid memory in my mind, like a dream you hated while it happened
but were dying to remember it when you woke up.

The doctors had been wrong. My family was wrong...

I was wrong.

My unclottable blood wouldn't be fixed, and I had to
learn it the hard way when I collapsed just beside my framed bed to the floor,
coughing up blood as if I was heaving up hair balls.

I had been rushed to the hospital and that's were I spent the next few years of my life,
becoming too acquainted to other patients and making good friends with the doctors.

Until one day~

"Macabre, time to go to lunch!~" The young nurse called,
her long ears twitching against the door frame as she stuck
her head into 15 year old Macabre's room.

She saw a black round object sticking up from the sheets
were his head should have lie, and at first she believed it was him.

"Mac, come on get up lazy!" She spoke cheerily, with a small
chuckle and a dimpled smile as she walked over to
the small hospital bed that had held Macabre's frame all these years
and shook the covers.

The head, well, head made of paper machae from toilet paper shifted
to the side.

The nurse stood there for a moment staring wide eyed and small pupil-ed
at the sheets before letting out a horror movie worthy screech.

Meanwhile, 15 year old Macabre
was racing through the ice covered alley, smokey breath heaving from
his mouth as he moved swiftly and made good time.

As he reached the parking lot, alarm sirens burst on and caused him to jump, slipping slightly
on the ice, but catching himself against the hospital wall.