[Syra]

For this competition do whatever you want in the next 24 hours as long as:
-No more than 500 words Overall
-No more than 3 art pieces
-Include Name and Birth Date

I will judge based on creativity in the form and
uniqueness and good development of the character.

Countdown

^MUST READ ABOVE THIS!^
v Down here is Optional v

Ideas for the sort of thing that can boost your form's chances:
-Creative Writing rather than a "Personality" or "Like/Dislikes" bit.
-Art that expresses something about the character rather than a bland headshot

Questions I Usually Get:

Animations/Comics?
Yes, these are okay.
Each animated GIF is one art work while each page of a comic counts as one art.
Video animations will take all art slots.

Songs?
It is okay to write your own song and record it somewhere.
If it has lyrics, that counts towards your word count.
If it is just instrumental, it counts as an art work.

Word Limit Extention?
No, you may not go over the word limit, even by a little.
No, titles such as Name: do not count towards your word limit.

[Snowseph]

Ahh, marking. <33

[epimetheus]

you stumble into the dark room, which is only occupied by a small table in the middle, which holds a candle. your breath is shaky and you hear footsteps as a young plumerian pads out of the darkness, not looking up. you know who this is - carmilla, the seemingly ageless and genderless assassin. everyone knows of them, yes. but the majority of people have no idea how to contact them or who they are. the wanted posters, void of any face, are stuck up practically everywhere. but no one has ever gotten even the slightest of glimpses. it was huge news to even get the first letter of their name. carmilla, while widely respected and awe at and idolized, can strike fear into thousands of minds just by being mentioned. born on halloween, it's said that they've been killing since the moment they popped into this world. abandoned by their parents due to being notably problematic, they were on the run for generally all of their life - that is, until colombe rose entered the scene.

she met carmilla in an old convenience store on a wintry night, carmilla buying knives and food rations; colombe buying cloth and string. the two glanced at each other as they stepped up yo pay, yet said nothing, until carmilla uttered a single statement. "honestly, i doubt that you're out this late just to get sewing materials." colombe turned to them, a slight sigh in her voice as she responded, "w-well... i was at the orphanage but the child i was interested had been ta-taken in already. b-but what's it to you?" carmilla contemplates it for a moment, clicking her tongue a few times and ending with a shrug. "dunno. only curious. you don't seem like the tough night-loving type," they grinned under their silver hood, "plus, it's basically blizzard ong out there. you've got a place to stay, you should be enjoying it." it took colombe a second to process what the smaller plumerian had said, and when it sank in she gasped audibly. "so y-y-you're saying that you're - ho-homeless?" carmilla nods and grabbed their knives and food, shoving the items in their small satchel. "wait but - you're so young! you need somewhere to stay safe... learn... be loved... grow up..." carmilla rolled their eyes and, looking up for the first time, said in an amused tone, "well, what exactly can you do about it?" a minute or two passed as colombe thought, her expression changing multiple times. carmilla began walking towards the door slowly, whistling an uplifting tune. she reached the door and had grabbed the handle, looking back, when suddenly colombe shouted to them. "i'll take you in!"

art pieces

• by owlie13
• by beatnik
• by honeybee .

thus ends the story of carmilla - up until now. they are still an assassin, living off of stolen money, though colombe doesn't know. and don't feet, you'll see more of this babe soon. there's always more to a story... there definitely is to this one.
to be continued, in the future...
[497 words, 2,850 characters]

[Zuppe]

reserve

[*Starshimmer*]

Marking. May enter, mostly watching <3

[ivo]

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☆☆☆
They say she might as well be mute, for
words rarely come from her mouth.

And, although she seems oblivious, her
face is stuck in a permanent state of
worry.

But maybe it's just a mask to protect herself
from the dangers of relationships; the kind
that can tear a family apart.

For someone who's home changes every
night, she sure seems to have her life
together.

Even though that's far from true.
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Her heart was beating fast, but her face was stoic,
showing possibly less emotion than her usual blank
stare.

She had to get out of there; and as soon as possible.
This city was more crowded than the last, which would
have been great, except for the unfortunate abundance
of police; all of which were looking for her.

It wasn't the fist time Dust had gotten in trouble with the
law, but her lack of sleep made it hard for her to concentrate
on the road. The abandoned barn house she had found
the night before was hard to sleep in, causing her to get
barely any sleep at all. But that was the least of her worries.

Shouts from behind her caused her legs to automatically
start heading down the road. She didn't have to look back
to know they were following her, as the shouts and yelling
was enough to send her running.

It only took Dust twelve minutes to lose the police and find
the road that led out of the city. As she made her way down
the deserted road, she did something she rarely ever did;
she turned back for a last look at a city she would never
see again.
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☆☆☆
She goes by the name of Dust.

She was born on the 2nd of February, 2005.

...and few know more than that.
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She carries nothing but a bag and a
worn leather notebook filled with poetry,
stories, and a lifetime of true adventures.

She takes what she needs, whether it's
payed for or not, and never visits the same
place twice.

Travelling by foot, her destination is always
a mystery; but her determination is clear.

The poor girl has seen almost everything,
causing a lack of reaction and surprise.

She's distant, never letting anyone in, as
the shadows are home enough for her.

Regret and guilt were overused, and now
they never touch her heart.
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Dust walks through cities with her head
low, hoping not to be noticed.

She's like a ticking time bomb; though
she is not able to blow.

And it may not seem like it, but she hears
every word you say.

Every millisecond of her life is a mysterious
secret that she isn't willing to share; and if
someone gets too close, they are immediately
daunted by her unforgiving glare.
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[xtr.terrestrial]

" Silence is a bad thing, you say? You say,
it is a bad thing thing to keep your
words silent, no one will ever know
how you feel on the interior. Do
you say the same to the birds of
the forest? Do you think it is fallacious
of the crows to speak only of silence,
and occasional caws? Do you say the
same to the overshadowing trees that
sway in the harmonious winds, making
only the silenced rustles of the occasional
leaf? To me, silence is amicable. Silence
does not hurt ones soul. Silence can not harm."

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Koto is selectively silenced. He prefers
not to speak as a sign as
respect to those who cannot
and to the serene forest and
the birds within it.
He prefers the company only
of the birds and the wind.
The most company
he has ever received is from a
specific crow in that lives
within the largest
tree of the forest from which
he named Uingu. Uingu is a
bird with only one
wing and the inability to fly. The
other wing works fine, and Koto
is slowly teaching Ui how to fly from tree to tree.

241 Words

[bullie]

MAYBE RESERVE
Decided not to enter nwn But anyone can use my plumies in their form if they want too

[DelightfulMelon]

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Name and Gender
Raven Vaughn
Male


"Shoo bird,
Fly away

That's what they all say.

But one day, I will soar.
Soar higher than an eagle.

I will accomplish new things.
Something within' my dreams.

I will do it.
You will be shamed.

Calling me a filthy little bird.
No, I am the Raven.

I will be triumph.
I will prove to you, I am worthy.

Just watch your back,
I'll strike like a snake.

You will pay for what you've done to me.
Don't underestimate the things I can do."
[88 words above]

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What can I say? I was born this way

"People always assume a kid is good or bad by their looks. In this case, this little me, known as the stupid filthy birdy boy, is the bad kid.

They know me for my stealing, and difficult to pin down my wings. As in wings, they mean my dreams.
The rumors go around and around until I find them out. They look at me with a disgusted look on their faces. What did I do to you? I did nothing to you. Exactly. I'm misunderstood. It's difficult to handle.

But, before this happened, I was coddled, loved, and told I was special. I felt like I belonged somewhere in this world.
I will do what ever it takes to make me feel that way again. I will rise, and then I will strike at them like a snake. Just as they did to me.

I know one day this little filthy bird boy, will be know as Raven Vaughn. The great plumerian inventor and scientist.
One day, I will be more than what I am now. They'll want to take back the damage done to me. I'll surely give them what they deserve."

[aeth]

sadly, i have no time.
i'll tryout some other time.