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basic overview;;
Ferris's childhood could be described as troubled. He didn't get very much attention when he was young, so he always went out to feed the birds. Soon, the birds became his fastest friends, and he made it a habit to visit them every day.
Some may think he's strange for spending hours at a time just hanging around birds, but he really doesn't mind. He's very laid back about most things, and usually just walks away from conflict.

Ferris absolutely adores birds, and has two of his own, both rescued from the brink of death. One is a Chickadee named Haward, and the other is a Cardinal named Rosa. However, he still visits the park daily to feed and talk with the birds who have helped him through some tough times in the past.

story;;
Ferris let a rare smile slowly spread across his features as he made his daily trek to the park. Spotting the familiar birds gathering in anticipation of his arrival, he almost didn't notice the tiny ball of fluff and feathers until he almost tripped over it. His eyes widened, heart wrenching for the poor bird. He'd always had a soft spot for birds, and it hurt him badly when he saw an injured bird.

Scooping it up gently, being careful of it's wing, which looked to be broken, he slowly made his way over to the usual bench he sat on. Setting the small, injured bird down, he sighed and scattered some of the birdseed he had brought for the other birds.

Once the gathered crows of pigeons and the like were sated, pecking intently at the ground, he turned his attention to the tiny bird next to him. While he had been feeding the others, it had awoken and weakly stood on two shaky legs. With a small, sympathetic smile, Ferris dropped some birdseed in front of it, hoping that a meal and some care would be enough to nurse the poor bird back to health.

Soon after, Ferris began to head home, carrying the bird gently. He scanned through names in his head, finally picking Haward for the injured chick. It had been the name he'd given to one of his favorite birds a long time ago. He set up somewhere for the bird to rest and he did the best he could to set the broken wing. Finally, Ferris fell asleep right next to the bird, just in case it woke up in the night.

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[Paranoia]

Maaaark.
Pssh if I'm not too busy in the next few days ;u;

Wren is a genderfluid who usually leans towards the male spectrum. They're fine with any pronouns as they usually aren't too picky when it comes down to it.


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Wren is the type to talk to anyone and not let looks cloud their judgement, they are social but not necessarily vocal. Much more of a listener than a talker, they tend to be thought of as introverted even when that's not always so. While Wren does prefer to be in smaller groups or alone they aren't uncomfortable in larger crowds or a louder atmosphere, and will willingly put themself into such situations without hesitation.
Soft and kind hearted, Wren makes sure to consider other's first and take a careful note of how one may act to something they say or do. They aim to please. Not only are they considerate towards others but are known for remembering small things. Names are something they remember extraordinarily well, and can even recall small pieces of information like a birthday or pet after only hearing of it once before. It's always been a little quirk that they taught themself and got in the habit of.
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Mental illnesses are a part of their everyday life but it's hard to detect the mild cases of depression and schizophrenia unless you are constantly around them. Their schizophrenia shows the average symptoms of hallucinations, as well as times where they can't quite pick out reality. Both illnesses only get more severe when stress is added on top of that, and the schizophrenia tends to keep the depression around, however mild it may be some days.


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As the sun floated towards the horizon, painting the sky hues of red, the wind nipped at Wren's cheeks. It had been a mildly cold evening but as the sun fell further the weather only declined. The dark cloak draped over the creature's shoulders would only protect them from the clawing cold for so much longer. Their pouch of seeds sat open beside them, its contents strewn around aimlessly. Lately the birds had been far and few between but Wren loved to watch all he could get, their beloved pigeons being one of the few birds that didn't migrate when the weather turned seemed to sooth them some. The faint coo of a pigeon lured them back in from gathering up their belongings.
A small bird stood before them, they were quite bemused by the body structure of the animal. It stood a couple inches shorter than the average adult, yet its chest was broad and feathers in full. An attempt was made to identify the correct name for the bird but they couldn't quite pull it out of their brain, maybe it was one of the pigeons labeled under the common class of dove. After all the stereotypical pigeon was a rock dove. They watched quietly as the bird picked at the seeds and crumbs left scattered among the pavement. Shadows crawled from the trees, giving the park they had settled in a much darker feel. With the sun passing beneath the horizon the moon would soon take full control of the now gradient sky. This little bird kept their attention, and even though they had yet to travel home, which they preferred not to do in the dark, they stayed until it spread its wings and flew off into the leafy haven of the trees.
The night grew dark fast, and by the time they approached their home the moon had taken it's rightful guard of the sky. They were determined to figure out the name of the bird, and they rushed up to their collection of bird books. It took only a moment for them to pull out a species guide and open to a section on pigeons. "Collared pigeon" they read to themself out loud. The bird was much more common in Europe and Asia, but becoming a more common sight in North America. In shame that they hadn't been able to name such a common bird, pigeon especially their ears tucked themselves back on their head. The size of the bird was still puzzling, since the one in the park had been the smallest pigeon they had ever seen, aside from the fledglings and juveniles. None of the characteristics of that bird had followed suit on the average collared.

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by Nanuuk

[burnside]

alright ALRIGHT
I'm the worst at judging contests I tell you man I should stop

ANYWAYS OKAY SORRY

big winner is NyanTheVulpes !!
I can tell you put a lot of effort into your form, good story and the name Finley really fits him :> take good care of them!!

and I will also offer a RU to Paranoia !
loved your art/layout and character and such!! you can have a ru if you want! <3

not many forms, but all of the finished ones were really great!! good luck in the future everyone!

[Pastellu]

Thank you so much !

[Paranoia]

I would love a RU ;u;

And nyan, any of my art is free for the taking.
/I may even have another piece coming in???
I don't feel like cancelling and asking for my points back so I'll just gift it to you/