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My first design as an artist that's not just a reposted entry :D

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Yousei Hokori owned by ssiga4 c:

[ShadowFire23]

Name;
Naomi
Gender;
Female
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Song(s) to to with the short memory memo: DRAMAtical.Murder - Clear singing Jellyfish Song DRAMAtical Murder Re:connect - At Last

She loved looking up at the clouds, imagining shapes and stuff while she laid on the ground. She would get lost in the blue sky. Itd been her favorite thing to do since she was little. As she looked up at the sky, she had a memory of when she was little:

"momma why are clouds so fluffy and big?" Her younger self asked her mother.

"Because sweetie.. it's so together can make shapes out of them. If you look hard enough. You can make them look like objects, like flower or tree." Her mom said.

"They can do that? That's so cool!" She said.

"Yes.. your mother's right. When I was your age, all I wanted to was be up by the clouds, so could touch them. And fly like a bird. Crazy dream.. "her father said.

"Yes. It was, when you told me. I thought you were crazy.. " her mother said, as both her mother and father lugged a little.


This memory, was one she cherished most. It was the last memory she had of her parents. It was also one where they right her imagination is always fun, even as a grown up. She cherished this memory. They taught her that nothing isn't impossible, with a little imagination and creativity.

[Scion Hanzo]

Name;
Rayn
Gender;
Female
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Rayn's favorite memory is the day that she was first taken to a art museum. She doesn't exactly remember how old she was; all she remembers is what she felt when she first saw all of the paintings and sculptures. The amazing technique and talent she saw brought out a lot of feelings from her. It was then that she decided she wanted to be an artist just as great and well-known when she grows up.

[dogish]

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[Metanoia-]

Name; Jasyn
Gender; Male
Favorite memory; Jasyn's favorite memory is the time he went fishing with his dad and they stayed out on the lake all day long. They caught countless fish, all varying sizes (Jasyn catching the smallest ones), but the best part of it was staying until the stars came out and then resting on the benches of the boat looking up at the night sky. They tried to count each star but then started messing each other up and laugh for a while. They named the different constellations and tried to give ones they didn't know new names, silly ones. Then they went home to eat a delicious fish dinner. It's his favorite memory because that was the most fun he ever had with his dad before he passed away.

[angelshy]

Friendly bump! c:

[she wolf warrior]

Name; Fae
Gender; female
Favorite memory; fae's favorite memory is when someone listened to her. Fae is usually very shy and is often pushed away like she doesn't exist, but one time someone took the time to listen to her, and it boosted her self esteem by 110 percent. That someone helped her become a more social and more outgoing person, and is the reason Fae is no longer forgotten by most. this made her happy, and she remembers it and thinks about it everyday.

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[Goreamir]

Name; Yousei Hokori is my name! It means fairy dust in the Japanese tongue, where I'm from.
Gender; I'm a male, I suppose!
Favorite memory; My favorite memory? Well, um... it goes back a long time ago, when I was just a tiny doodle, playing under the sakuras, shading me from the sun. Shall I start from the beginning?

I was just playing under the sakura in my ojiichan's (grandfather's) yard when a 砂マーティン (Couldn't find the English version? It means Sand Martin) flew by. One of it's feathers dropped to the ground, and I picked it up, interested in it's features. It was wonderful, and I couldn't stop looking at it. It was wonderful! I grabbed a simple bag my obachan made for me. It was thickly made and could hold all of my glittering marbles in it, plus a few extra things. I carefully nestled it at the top and stared at it. What wonderfulness! It's majestic grace stunned me in every way, so I was reluctant to close my bag and hang it over my shoulder. Once I had finished, I thought. Maybe I could gather up all of the sand martin feathers and have a collection! "Ojiichan!" I cried out, scampering to see him and explain. "Ojiichan!" I panted as I met up with him, explaining what I was doing. "Aye! I understand." He chuckled as I scampered off, his eyes crinkling with amusement.
"Now! Time to find some feathers!" I said eagerly, ready to pounce on the first feather I saw. I walked on top of a hill and saw a sand martin pecking at the ground, and I squinted. Already two feathers were dangling loose. If I scared it, then maybe they would fall! I leaped at it, and it lifted into the air. I stared at amazement as the feathers didn't fall, and hung my head in disappointment. What a shame! I could have done better...
All of a sudden, I felt something fall softly on my head. Then another! I tilted my head forward, anxious to see what they were. Two soft feathers fell on my nose. "Ah-ah- achoooo!" I sneezed, watching in horror as my two feathers fell off the hill. Though light, they fell quickly. I stared at them, landing on the floor, right in the middle of a playground. How could this happen?! Oh, my luck was ruined! I HAD to get them back!
I looked around quickly. At the front of a yard, I saw a tin garbage can. The homeowner was throwing stuff away! I ran up and snatched the top, yelling, "I'll bring it back!" The confused Doodle scowled and yelled at me while I sat on the top, getting ready to push off. Already a toddler was looking in direction of the feathers, and waddled off towards them.
I narrowed my eyes and pushed off, feeling the wind slapping my face as if it was angry at me. I leaped off at the right moment, just before the top smashed into a tree, denting it. I shook my head and took off, stretching my fingers, ready to snatch up the feathers away from danger.
I ran as fast as I could, and then sighed in relief as I was just an inch away.... no! A small girl had picked them up, gazing into them with her delicate blue eyes. She smiled, and opened her mouth to call her mother. Then, she looked at me with her brilliant smile. "Oh, are these yours?" She said sadly. I gulped. "Y-Yes, they are." I said finally. "Oh..." She said, disappointed. She gave me the feathers, and I could see that her smile was broken. My heart fell. I should have been happy, though! What was wrong with me? I already had three feathers!
I looked down at my paws, feeling ashamed. The girl walked slowly off, and I could see she was looking for someone to play with, or maybe for more feathers. What was the right thing to do? I could keep the feathers or give up my hard work... it was a hard decision.
"Wait!" I called, and saw the girl turn around. Perhaps I saw a small glimpse of hope before it vanished while I closed my mouth. "Come here," I murmured after what seemed to be a long time. The young girl padded up to me and stared up at my grim face. "Yes?"
"H-Here," I said through gritted teeth, holding the feathers out low enough so she could reach them. I expected the girl to grab them, but she hugged my waist tightly and said, "Thank you!" She lightly took to feathers, and my stiff body relaxed. I felt better. "Here, have this." She pulled out a wonderful light colored peacock feather and stared at me kindly. It matched my fur, and I happily took the thank you gift. "Thank you," I cried, holding it to my chest. It was a fair trade.
I ran home, and had the feather put onto a little hat just for me. I will always cherish that memory in my heart until my memory fades from existence, and once I am no more. I wonder what happened to that little girl? Maybe one day I'll meet her....

[honee bee]

Name; lamil (lah-meal)
Gender; male
Favorite memory;
it was a cold windy night, and Lamil was huddled underneath his mother's belly with his sister. the baby doodles were dreaming. outside the wind howled and the temperature dropped. "lamil! lamil! you have to see this!" his sister whisper screamed as her head poked out from under her mother. tiredly Lamil look out to see what was the commotion, "am I dreaming?" he squinted hard and long, "nope not dreaming, what is this?" his sister giggled and shrugged, "I dunno, let's ask momma." and with that she wriggled away and jumped over to her mother's face, pawing her to wake up. "momma! what is this strange stuff?" she asked curiously, pointing outside. her mother smiled softly, "why my little ones, that is snow." the two baby doodles' eyes widened with awe as they both in sync said, "oooh, snooow." in reality, they had no idea what is was. lamil's sister giggled and pawed her brother's face, then running outside, "come on! let's go play in it!" she busted through the snow and rolled around in it happily. lamil cautiously walked into it, not knowing if it was alive or not. it was cold, and not as soft and fluffy as he imagined. he sat down and sniffed it, accidentally snorting it up his now. immediately he tried getting it out but in the end only water did, "snow is up my nose and it won't come out! it's taking my water, see!" he wailed and held a paw out frantically. the two young doodles squeaked with horror as they ran back to their mother, "momma! the snow! it's taking my water!" lamil worriedly informed her and pointed to his nose. his mother laughed softly, her laugh was a smooth as the wind and as beautiful and the rain. "my precious ones, do not fret, it's not taking your water. in fact, it is water, frozen water." fascinated by what their mother just said, the twins looked at each other, "frozen water! who knew?" then they both giggled, infectious as the cold but as soft as the snow falling. "I sure didn't" lamil's sister giggled. "neither did I," lamil agreed as he affectionately pawed his sisters face. she picked up some snow and returned the favor. screaming excitably and giggling furiously they ran out into the snow and messed with each other, their mother smiling tiredly at her two handfuls and watching them with care.