[the batter]

Proud founding species of "No Form Left Behind"
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Parrapups, or Parras, are an omnivorous, aviary quadrupedal species that originated from tropical areas, but after they were domesticated, they gained more levels of fur and different beaks. All parras spend a lot of time cleaning themselves, and preening their feathers if they have wings. Parras come with a variety of tails and beaks, but good luck finding one that does! Having a large gene pool Parras also have the chance to show some mutations. They come in a large variety of colors including bright neons and dull greys. All parras are a very social in some way and love to whistle, sing, and chatter to others- Parra or not!

This poor little disheveled parra is late for work!

Another OFF based parra. That being said what its based on has no effect on the actual contest so you can do whatever you want with your entry. Your form must however include these next few things to qualify.

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Where they work does not have to be in any way related to the game they were based on. I would in fact prefer if you did something more original~

This parra is a midget and will not grow~

Ends June 10th

[winkatuck]

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INTERESTING FACTS ABOUT THEM

They sometimes go by Them.
They always refer to themselves in plural: We, Us, Ourselves.
They are usually referred to by others in plural: They, Them, Themselves or sometimes It.
Why? Because They always have.
No one really knows what They used to be called, others just know it wasn't what They were born named.
They are rather timid but despise being called anything singular such as: He, She, You with It as an exception.
They often shiver or shake due to excessive anxiety to most social interaction and possibly something more...

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WHERE THEY WORK

From the outside looking in They seem to lead a rather normal life in your stereotypical cubicle in a corporate office. From the inside looking out is a rather violent soul that will stop at no length, even taking innocent lives, to achieve what They crave. Wanted by many, but unknown to most, They shake with a deadly secret the other half of Them strives to comprehend. A cursed psychotic addict.

Recommended listening: X Amount of Words

May 29th, 2015 - 6:34 PM
EXT. FRONT EXIT OF CORPORATE BUILDING

Trembling paws brushed against each other nervously in an attempt to calm it's controller, a rather small and pathetic monochromatic parrapup. They swallowed, adjusting their tie, the double doors sliding open to allow the form to pass outside for all prying eyes. Many pairs engulfed it's back, or was it just imagining these things? It would be soon, the cravings. If They didn't work something out, who would be put on the line for the sake to stop the monstrous cries from the back of their mind? They pulled out a plastic baggy, prying it open and pulling the wooden stick out to show its glimmering colorful hard granules of crystallized...

Sugar.

It was an understatement that They not merely craved it, they existed for it. Black voids closed, open beak snapping a piece off mindlessly as if They had lost themselves to everything else around them. A voice rang out, a shudder working its way through the small parrapup's body. Unsteady paws lost grip of the precious object, a gasp releasing what was left pure.

"Oh hey look, it's Them." The co worker teased, wrapping an arm around the small fragile bird.

Black eyes snapped wide open, a scowl forming on their features while slapping the arm away. "LOOK WHAT YOU MADE US DO." Whenever They talked, it resounded like an echo. Two voices crying out at once. One became gravely deeper. "Now it will consume us." They returned to their former disposition, tensed shoulders and a deadpan expression greeted the now confused stranger.

"Sorry, uhm... I didn't mean to scare you.."

"We're not one entity!" The small parrapup snarled, picking up the rock candy and tossing it in the nearest bin. "J-just... stay away from us!" It covered it's face from the other bird, quickly rushing off into the shadows from the setting sun.

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Recommended Listening : The Drug

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June 1st, 2015 - 11:04 PM
EXT. SUPERMARKET PARKING LOT

Fragile claws scraped at the dimly lit establishment, lights slowly flickering off as They huffed and panted uncontrollably. "No, no. They can't be closed already. We're out. We need... more." Void eyes widened as a crooked smile crept up onto the parra's expression.

They would get it, one way or another. After all, the supermarket had just closed. Possible victims were still piling into their cars with succulent goods. Oh for the love of sugar...

Coughing violently into a handkerchief, the black tar-like substance presented itself. The goop collected at the bottom rims of their eyes, dabbing the similar liquid from the sensitive orifices on their body. If they waited too much longer, it would blind them and cover their face. "Please. H-hhhhhhh--" They cried out, sprawling over the hood of a vehicle as the driver quickly shifted the car into reverse and spun out of the parking lot. "N-no, wait! I just want... some... sssssssss----suuuuuuggg....aaaaa.." The few others nearby quickly followed, getting as far away as quickly as possibly from the crazed diseased looking parrapup.

"HHhhhhhh... don't... make....us..." Panting and attempting to fan themselves with the handkerchief, loosening their tie that was once secured snug around their neck, their body began to heat up. The symptoms of withdrawal were slowly picking up. Why was They cursed to live such a dreadful life with such a mysterious defect? "Must... find... it..." They stumbled forward into the night.

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Recommended Listening: Breathe
June 5th, 2015 - 3:53 AM
INT. CONTAINMENT CENTER; ROOM 201

Note: Sirotek is owned by me, for the sake of story purposes I'm going to say he's much older here.

"A-are you sure they consented to this Sirotek?" A scientist draped in a stereotypical white coat hovered in front of the mirrored window to the bare room. "A personal project of yours hmm? What makes you think our subject has contracted the missing compound from the CDC?"

"Positive." The black and white mono-toned bird folded arms behind his back, long flowing tail twitching in curiosity. "I just have this gut feeling. If I have any progress or findings I'll be sure to inform you." Sirotek was quick to the draw and eager to get the other parrapup off his back.

Once the hallway was cleared out, the usual void expression of the observing male became tense and serious. He unlocked the door, only to walk in and close it behind him. Sirotek re locked the only exit from the inside with a key he hung around his neck, watching carefully, tactfully, at the small midget before him as They tittered while clutching their tie.

Sirotek took a seat at the lone metal table across from the empty one where They should have been waiting patiently. They, however, had decided to pace back and forth near the farthest corner of the room. "You lied to them, didn't you?"

"Calm the nerves They. I understand how fragile the situation at hand must be." The white parrapup was careful to avoid the misuse of pronouns around the midget. "I don't need consent from an obviously Psycho,-somatic addict who is insane." Sirotek sat up from their seat, tail flicking anxiously. "Now come sit down They. Don't make this harder than it already is. Don't you want answers?"

"We d-don't need answers... please let us go. It's very dire that we meet all deadlines to a tee. A tee. Or it will return and devour all in it's wake." They paused, coughing into the handkerchief that was brought along. "We just want to survive in peace and quiet."

The black and white parra bristled, flaring wings with narrowed red eyes. "Don't play dumb. It's far from peace and quiet it brings. It needs help. They, don't you both understand? I've cleaned enough of it's messes as is trying to contain the disease..."

"D-disease?!" The other monochrome parra shrieked in terror, crumbling to the ground and raising paws to hide their face. An odd choking sound gurgled to the surface.

"Th-they?" Sirotek blinked in slight surprise, walking towards the other parrapup in the room, only to be assaulted by the previously distressed subject. The black tar-like liquid dribbled and drenched down the front of They, onto the other parrapup below. He squirmed underneath the delusional monster. "You're lucky I'm not afraid of death. Now... GET... OFF!" Sirotek squawked, kicking They back with powerful hind legs as they catapulted into the air until they hit the ceiling with a thud, only to land squarely on their back on the metal table with a groan.

Spitting some of the black tar from his beak, Sirotek exhaled. "Where were we?" With a grunt he picked the other parrapup up with one paw. "Tsk. To think They has torn innocent lives into shreds for what the disease makes them crave. Here's hoping we can work on this together." In that moment of monologue, They opened wide black voids that oozed the black puss with a shrill screech.

Sirotek let go of the smaller parrapup to cover his own ears with eyes shutting in surprise and pain. He'd have to get used to more strange things that living on the street had taught him. Like They.

Sloppy sticky black paws grasped around Sirotek's neck and the male parra thought he might have actually bitten off more than he could chew. Was this it? They's beak came in dangerously close, only to rip the key from the chain it once dangled on. With a shudder, They raked claws down the male's chest, hind legs digging and scraping at his ribcage with ease. "Sssssssuuuugaaar!!" The midget cried out as if in pain or mourning, skidding in their own tar residue towards the door as They made their escape.

After a moment or two of trying to stop the bleeding from his wounds, Sirotek grunted as he stumbled to steady himself on the metal table. "They... one... Sirotek... zero." He coughed into his elbow, only to widen red eyes. "N-no....!"

What was once snow white fur was covered in the same black tar-like substance...

[Sheer]

Eeps so much loves<33 ><
Marking~

[Violenca]

Name: David
Gender: Male
Song:
Where do they work:
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Huge wip :3

[Katie_monkey]

Name: Factotum Brobdingnagian
Gender: male
Song: Catgroove by Parov Stelar
Where do they work: Factotum technically doesn't have a job, not to say that he doesn't do anything. He works various small tasks and odd jobs for extra money and for something to do, because he always has more than enough money from what could... technically be considered his job. He's a hitman. H-He only does it extremely rarely though, and only if they deserve it fully and completely. One job pays very well, so the last time he had to... punch a ticket, was nearly a year ago. That's the end of it. He keeps it out of his mind. Besides, he makes up for it by actually assisting the local police department with cases. He knows... a moderate amount of criminology.

Intuitive
Bold
Strong
Confident
Finishes what he starts
Forms strong bonds with those he likes

Takes risks
stubborn
Tries to act tough
Loud
Doesn't know when to quit/ask for help
has trouble opening up.

Quirks

Interrupts
Gets lost in thought (doesn't pay attention)
Sleep paralysis (doesn't happen too often. not that big a deal to him.)

Late

Factotum's eyelids fluttered as he woke up. The first thing he did was arch his back, stretch his legs, flick his tail and ears, anything just to show that he could move. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sat up a bit, enjoying waking up on his own. Ever since he told his roommate about his sleep paralysis, Factotum would always wake up to the larger parra looming over him, scaring him half to death. In fact, it was odd she hadn't woken him up this morning... Factotum bolted upright, his tail bristling. He quickly ran his paws over his hair, grabbed one of his ties, and raced out of his room. He was nearly out of the apartment, when he noticed a note on the coffee table. He paused for a second, and went over to read it
"Morning Bro!"
God, he hated that nickname.
"I got a call from work while making breakfast. I know you don't like me going to crime scenes alone, and I was going to wake you up, I swear on my scarf! It's just you were sleeping so peacefully, I just couldn't bother you for it. Either way, I'm an adult, I've seen crime scenes before. See Ya!
-Louise"
P.S. The crime scenes at...
Factotums paws shook as he stared at the note. He had always kept Louise from seeing murder scenes before they removed the corpse. She was to squeamish and sweet, besides, she was always better with talking to witnesses and putting clues together He rushed out and called a cab.
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He walked as quickly as he could, barely having to duck under the police tape. He paid little attention to the passing officers, he was so focused at finding her, until one stepped directly in front of him. He tried to step past them, silently excusing himself, but they stuck out their tail, blocking him. "Listen Fact, I know what you're gonna say, so I'll make it brief. We tried to keep her out, but she-" "No, move." Factotum frantically tried to shove past him, but the bigger parra continued to block him. "Ok buddy, she went that way," They nodded away from the crime scene "I think she went home." That made Factotum stop struggling immediately. The larger parra stepped away from him and said "Calm down, ok? She's a bit shaken.." But Factotum was already gone

[koi97]

Name;;
Dumah
Name Meaning;;
Dumah is named after the Angle of Silence.
Gender:
Agender
Often uses male pronouns
Song:
Oh Death by Jen Titus
Where do they work:
Dumah has a very odd job. He is the undertaker. That has been his job for many years. Dumah works alone, prefering to be alone while he prepares coffins and the bodies for funerals. This job may creep many people out, but to Dumah, this job was made for him, and he would never quiet his job.
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Coming soon <3

[Tatangi]

Marked

[~Soul~]

-Dropping, Just dont have the time with School and everything-

[Bleating Ram]

Name:
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reserve

[corviidae]

nevermind, sorry qnq