[koi97]

Holy crap, a massive mark amd reserve!

[Dragon Documentary]

res

[saint.EXE]

written in human perspective, art will be anthro, human, or feral, but probably mostly human. please forgive the coding if it looks weird, i have absolutely no skill with form making aha



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3:00 am
A faint light illuminates the face of a young boy. Silver shimmering eyes flick from one edge of the screen to another, and fingers fly over the keys silently. Backspace, backspace, backspace. He sighs and leans back in his chair, looking at the time.
3:00 am
Why wasn't he tired? It's been like this since he was four. Yume looks around his room, interested in the shadows and the little moonlight that filters through the blinds. It's a mess, clothes, ink, papers. Caligraphy papers cover the walls, decorated with animals of the zodiac, "meaningful" words, held up by a couple of pieces of tape. He looks back at the laptop, and shuts the lid, sliding it to the side of the table. He opens a drawer and pulls out a container of ink, an inkstone, and a piece of smooth white paper. Yume switches on the lamp, and picks up a brush. It's time to get to work.
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- basics -


name;;
his name is yume (夢 - yu-meh); meaning dream
this was the name given to him by his first parents, because when he was born, the dragon emblazoned on his body reminded his father of a long ago dream to meet a dragon.

gender;;
yume is male
he dresses however he wants to though, and this mostly is shorts and loose fitting shirts. he owns one sweater he loves more than anything. its covered in ink though, from many spills and accidents. it was always too big for him, and he dreads the day he grows out of it, but with his japanese lineage, he doesn't really think that he'll grow out of it too soon.

age;;
yume is fourteen years of age, born on febuary 5th, the first day of the year of the dragon
at this point in his life, yume doesn't see much happening. he wastes time online and with his painting. yume doesn't have many friends, apart from those online.

history;;
born in the majestic country of japan, yume was raised to the age of four in a less than great household. his family was poor, living in the boonies and working their hardest to stay alive. he was born an accident, but regardless, was loved with no end. when he was four, they realized they didn't have the means to send him to school or care for him much longer, so they regrettably sent him to an orphanage.
there, yume lived for three years before being adopted once more. he hates to speak of the time spent in the orphanage, but mostly because it was full of boredom and rude, loud children. he was still treated well, and fed to the best of the orphanages ability, but still grew lanky and thin. he developed a love for simple arts, calligraphy his number one. with great swooping strokes, he created scenes and animals, words and stories, all with a paper and ink. yume was excited to have found his hobby, and spent whatever time he could to make his ability stronger.
eventually, at age seven, yume was adopted by a kind, american-japanese family, and moved to the states. this proved to be a bit of a problem, seeing as he hadn't learned a word of english in all his years. yume was homeschooled, due to this, stayed home for a long time. yume didn't really want to learn english, and so his parents gave up on that part and taught him everything else.
as the years passed, yume became more and more secluded, as well as grumpy. he was given a whole room to himself, quite large, a computer, a pet rabbit, and anything else he needed, which happened to be an inkstone, brushes, ink, and paper. he began to paint once more, and decorated his walls with hundreds of papers, covered in animals and words, scenery and feelings. the brush was an extension of his voice, and with those, he felt like he was able to convey what he was thinking.
somewhere along the line, he developed insomnia. whether it was from the words trapped in his head, waiting like precious birds to be let free, or from staying up late to chat with online friends in japan, he does not know.

personality;;
yume is a bit of a strange one. he, in general, is mostly a grumpy character. he's lazy and reluctantly does what he's told, but with an attitude similar to a cat with its tail held, and any yank will cause a yowl and fuss. he has trouble communicating how he feels, as he only speaks japanese, and this leads to more frustration and unhappiness. both his parents are fluent in japanese, his mother more so, so his chats are limited to his parents, or his friends online. he is pretty hard to get to know, and never really opens up. yume is very reserved unless online, where he mostly chats passively and plays games with others, mostly mmo's. online, he's still pretty quiet, but can crack a clever joke once in a while
yume during the day is quite lethargic, as he gets very little sleep, and usually ends up with him on the couch, knees pulled up, and watching japanese television, or playing games on the PS3. he eats very little apart from dinner, when he's forced to sit at the table and socialize with his parents. regardless, he eats what's on his plate, chats for a bit, and then returns to his room.
although large, the room given to yume is a total and complete mess. ink is splattered in various spots on the floor and desk, bed is unmade, and clothing strewn everywhere. his desk is littered with drying paintings, dried paintings, snack wrappers, and calligraphy supplies.
calligraphy for yume is an outlet and an easy way to make some cash. with his painting abilities, he sells his work online and makes some cash once in a while for snacks or games. he enjoys the near silence of the paintbrush on paper, and the sound of the paper shifting when he places it on the wall. to keep from getting all his clothes messy, he has a designated calligraphy sweater. one sleeve is always rolled up, and the other pulled over his hand to mop up any mistakes.
yume's dream (heh) is to become a popular tattoo artist, and he plans to train in traditional japanese tattoo styles. he believes if he becomes rich enough, he can help out his birth parents, wherever they are.
yume talks to his birth parents on occasion, just to catch up and tell them how things are. he doesn't love one family more than the other, but even if it doesn't show, he loves both families quite a bit, and is very appreciative for the things they do for him.


- traits -



calligraphy;;
ah, calligraphy. ink runs in yume's veins in place of blood, and it pumps through his mind, spilled onto the paper like a window into his head. name anything, and yume can probably paint it. the boy has exquisite skill in art, and wastes no time showing it. beautiful scenes of old, ancient mountains, clouds of smoke rising from the villages, or intricate dragons painted onto the paper, snarling at whatever foe dare cross them. words like "hope", "beauty", "happiness"; any thought that crosses his mind is written down. his fingers are a permanent black from the ink, and even his hair is reminiscent to the brushes he uses. white, light, fluff on his head, and dyed himself with the calligraphy ink, but only the tips.


insomnia;;
yume's insomnia started around the time he'd been given to the orphanage. his mother had always rocked him to sleep with a lullaby, when he was brought to the orphanage, he realized he could not sleep without the songs. he'd stay up and draw, or play with toys, and it eventually became a habit. the habit became a problem when his body had developed a tolerance to the lack of sleep, and he was no longer able to go to bed normally. if he tried, he would stay up with thoughts of painting and his family for hours upon hours. nowadays, he has to either take sleeping pills, or he stays up online to distract his mind. it isn't much of an issue, since his friends are usually awake when he's supposed to be asleep. he forgot the reasons for his insomnia, but he has noticed it's easier to fall asleep with music playing in the background

sunglasses;;
yume's eyes are quite unique. the pupils are very similar to those of a dragon. his irises are a white, mottled with black. the mixture of these two things causes some problems for yume. first of all, the lack of good pigment causes his eyes to be very sensitive to light, and secondly, they tend to freak people out. when going out into public, yume usually wears a pair of sunglasses, and keeps them on until he gets home.




clothing choice;;
yume will wear whatever, but tends to be a little eclectic. his style is quite feminine, pink sweaters, short running shorts, striped leggings, and his favorite shoes, a pair of deep purple supras, a size too big, so they tend to make a racket when he walks around, laces untied. his hoodies are mainly animal themed, from deer to frogs, and a whole collection of zodiac hoodies. yume also owns a collection of kigurumis, and wears them around the house when he's not planning to paint. he likes to clip his hair back with cute barrettes, or wear his favorite hat, depending on the weather and his feelings.

food;;
yume doesn't eat much, mostly because he forgets to when he's busy, but when he does eat, he eats very large portions. his diet is mostly japanese food, ramen, donburi, tonketsu, anything his mother makes will be gone in a moment. yume has a sweet tooth though, and absolutely adores candies and sweets. he can inhale a whole box of store-bought mochi in thirty minutes, and doesn't stop there. yan-yans and whistling candies are his favorites, and on a good day, you'll hear half-baked tunes from his room courtesy of whistling candy.

video games;;
yume plays a lot of video games, mostly mmo's and rpg's. he plays league of legends and some various japanese games with his online friends, so from his room you can hear either quiet strategizing, or loud yelling when something goes wrong. in games, he is very serious and if he loses or someone is not doing what theyre supposed to, he has quite a bit of a temper. yume's favorite game though is OFF. he loves the strange OST and the eerie feel of the game, and loves the art style. given the chance, he likes to cosplay the main character, batter, and take pictures when he's bored.

dragons?;;
yume is pretty passive toward dragons, finding the only thing interesting about them is how to paint them. it wasn't his choice to have a dragon-esque design, and he's somewhat bothered when his parents' friends ask him about it and ask if his favorite animals are dragons. yume is actually in love with rabbits, and owns one small white rabbit, with black spots. he calls the rabbit usagi-kun, which literally translates to bunny, but the two of them are inseparable, and yume likes to take his rabbit out into the back yard, or let it hop around the house for a bit.



- extras -



art;;
draft by me
zodiac gif by me
cool guy amirite by me
sleeping baby by me
clothing by me
- expression sheet

writing;;

other;;
comic ! flashing gif warning, but minor





credit for bun ^

wip

[jasps]

my first try to one one of these bbys,
reserve <3

[BecNessMonster]

omg so awesome
maybe res

[doormou-se]

-Marks-
Possible res - Male, Shan?
'I was raised by dragons' - Abandoned as a baby, survived on his own

[Blackhusky]

silently marks all over

[Swags]

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runs a small art stall in the sakura festival every year, in her hometown 台東区 Taitō.
私は少しかもしれないが、私は竜だ。
[i may be little, but i am a dragon.][/size][/center]
wip for now

[epimetheus]

name mercury kaden
gender afab nan0boy
pronouns he/him
sexuality pansexual
age 15 and three quarters
birthday july 26
nationality french-british
occupation art student
faceclaim amber liu
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i think we all know what it is we’re destined to do in this world. whether it be teaching, dancing, acting, modelling, or working in some cheap convenience store. some of us love what we do, our excellence apparent and shining. some of us dread arriving to where we belong each day, groaning and rolling over in bed and arriving with the look of a zombie. some of us are simply numb to it all, showing up just because you have to, robotically following the same routine, listening to all orders given to us. some of us, just a small part, eventually stopped giving a rat's ass and show up simply because our lives suck, and there truthfully isn’t anything better to do. i never knew what i was destined to do, too ‘stupid’ and ‘retarded’ to have any real skills. i showed up just to show up, hating my life and everyone in it, especially myself. no one really knew me, but i… never really cared.

at least, i think i didn’t. their jeering, sneering, their laughs, it might have affected me somehow. it was just that no one ever saw it, not even myself. i was blind to all feelings. my grades were so low they might as well have resided in hell. baggy clothes, scars, messy hair, band-aids, bruises, i was an obvious odd-one-out. i had one friend, who ended up dying due to an ‘accident with a bullet’ - as the police called it. he was the only person i ever actually felt a connection with. and though kids constantly jeered at me and mocked me, i know that i scared them. i have gotten into many fights in my years, always landing out on top. though an outcast, i was probably the toughest kid in my school, and i made sure that everybody knew. if you didn’t know, you were bound to find out soon enough. other than that i stayed low, surveying everyone, taking notes and learning everything about everybody.

during these years of fine adolescence i learned that there are many different types of people. my brain worked quickly, analyzing them like a maze, figuring out every twist and turn and secret passage. and not just the stereotypical ‘jock,’ ‘prep,’ ‘punk,’ ‘burnout,’ ‘geek,’ and that crap. these people had such diverse personalities, yet those with ones that matched up tended to be mortal enemies. yet, try as i might, i could never find anyone who was like me. not one person. not even gavin was the exact match, and he was the only person i could stand in those years of hell. looking back on it, i’m not too surprised - i had no interest in anything popular. being an exchange student, my english was rocky and choppy (no one in my classes knew even one word of russian). my passion was drawing, designing, and even the art geeks rejected my sketchy inkings. none of the existing clubs were anything that i was interested in - the art club was ‘too full’ - and neither were the sports. but then, as i realized this, i started to think that something was wrong with me.

i was constantly mistaken for a guy, hiding my nonbinary identity in shame and fear of prejudice and backlash. new students walked into class and looked at me with a gulp. these things contributed to my strong self-hate and low self-confidence. taking character-shaping classes were probably the hardest - those crap things were all about ‘positivity!’ and ‘loving your fellow classmates!’ and ‘learning to love and accept yourself!’ what a load of absolute crap. my parents, who didn’t care, had a very high phone bill - constant calls from school - and the worst part about that was that we, well… we weren’t exactly the richest family in the building. shabby apartment, shabby furniture, shabby relationships. i was always positive that the whole city would hear my parents at night - screaming, fighting, and all sorts of other things. the only place i felt free at all in that wretched place was on the roof, or staring at the night sky through my bedroom window. that attic was the best place in the world, honestly. an escape from everyone i knew, escape from my parents, escape from all my worries. but i always dreaded the day ahead.

truthfully the only other person i liked was pete, the owner of ‘pete’s stop shop’ - cruddy name, i know. he was a pretty scary guy, and most people didn’t like him, but obviously i’m different than most people. pete was like a true father to me, and if i wasn’t bound to my birth parents i would’ve moved in with him in a heartbeat. what a great guy, to be honest. i do miss him… wonder if his store is still around.

really, i am still that same problematic, ‘stupid’ kid. all of this was only a few years ago, before i was taken away by an organization and plopped down into an orphanage. i bounced between adoptive parents, yet they all threw me out and tossed me into, yet, another orphanage. it was a few months ago that someone who really seemed to care and to like me decided that i was worth taking in. her name? sugar. and just like sugar she is awfully sweet. you know that saying ‘sugar, spice, and everything nice’ that people use to describe girls? take that and add some motherly love, and bam - you’ve got sugar. she’s a younger mother, those who i would usually mess with profusely, yet i just couldn’t stand to break her heart.

wip

dropping. do not take anything from this post.

[Chimericect]

Ack I'm not gonna try for him q w q