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[Firedancer77]

possible entry?

[Moonpaw and Icyheart]

As of today, I believe I have finished making the family tree for this little one
http://familyecho.com/?p=N0W9P&c=bi6g56 ... 0889325441 The links to each family member's owners are in the contacts under website (it leads to the owners profiles)
If you guys see any errors in this let me know!
Remember, If you guys have any questions let me know!

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possible res
name ; sapphire (goes by sophie)

[MeltiTheDragon]

(C) - Shady Lynx @ CS

(C) - Mozzy. @ CS

Basic Info
Full Name;; Cyneley Frey Heart (Cyn, for short)
Gender;; Male
Orientation;; Straight
Birth Date;; August 8

Anthro Info (As Teenager)
Hair Color;; Black
Eye Color;; Yellow
Skin Tone;; Very pale
Hair Style;; Just below shoulders, left down, with side-swept bangs
Height;; 5' 11"
Weight;; 133 lbs.
Physique;; Slender, not very muscular

(C) - Precise @ CS

(C) - Mozzy. @ CS

Cyn's a very charismatic, youthful Plumie. Known for his boundless energy, he can never seem to sit still. His hyperactivity leads him to getting bored super easily. Rather than doing his schoolwork like he should, he doodles musical staffs & clefs & notes wherever he can. In 6 years of schooling, he has written 12 songs out of sheer boredom of the class...which is why his math score has an average of D-.

He's extremely friendly...and gets lonely very easily. Because he's a bit too forward at times with interaction, and has an 'odd' hobby, he's less liked than you'd expect. So, heed this warning ; if you befriend him, he will be clingy as Velcro and be very hurt if you pull him off. But, if given love, he's one of the most loyal and creative friends you'll ever meet.

Just be sure that he gets his homework done instead of writing music.

(C) - Fernfrost21 @ CS

(C) - Mozzy. @ CS

Cyn, from a very young age, always loved music. When he was two, he developed a love for playing with any keyboard in sight. So, when he was four and had enough memory capacity to retain the knowledge, they got him his own keyboard and started signing him up for music lessons. Quite the prodigy, he progressed at a phenomenal speed. Within the first year of playing, he started playing with his mother Lunar Heart. They performed at various small venues. Their biggest concert was at a theater on one snowy Christmas Eve playing Christmas songs, when he was about 8.

To his parents' surprise, he started gravitating towards metal as he hit his adolescent years. Faith No More was is favorite, but he listens to pretty much everything in the genre. At this point he has finally set what he wants to be ; a professional keyboardist, travelling and performing music for a living like a modern minstrel. And he's already got a leg up. Because, he becomes friends with two brothers in high school, who grow to have a moderately successful band. Whenever he can't find local work, he does keyboards and synth for their touring band.

(C) - fawn @ CS

(C) - Mozzy. @ CS

Alisa 'Bubble' Heart;; He's very close to his sister, all though a fair amount of sibling rivalry is involved. He gets very embarrassed when she gets super overprotective in public. Even if he's with friends that know what it's like to have an overprotective family. However, he loves anime almost as much as she does, and makes a valiant effort to learn how to play songs from their favorites. Doesn't always work out as planned...but he does try his hardest. He also loves it when she draws artwork for the CD cases.

Lyra 'Lunar' Heart (maiden name;; Lupus);; He's extremely close to his mother because of their shared love of music. Whenever she performs, he does so with her. And he makes as much time as possible to spend with her, since she has the terrible tendency to get lonely because she's so shy. (note;; he towers over her, as his height comes from his father)

Benjamin 'Ben' Heart;; Though not as close to his father as his mother, he still loves BEN. He doesn't mind being spoiled as much as his sister does. His father actually helped him make an online website to act as a portfolio.

Blu;; He doesn't know his uncle well enough, and so, hunts him down with his mother so she's safe.

(C) - Mozzy. @ CS

"Cynny, can you grab me a marker?"

The 7-year-old child climbed on the metal rungs of the shelf to grab the entire bin of Copic markers. He tossed the entire thing onto a wide wooden table.

"Thanks!", a girl only a few years older chuckled. Her shoulder-length golden blond hair framed her delicate dark-skinned face. She was the exact opposite of her brother ; straight black hair, very fair skin, with wide amber eyes that almost matched his sister's. He peeked over her shoulder. Her anime was getting better by the day. This particular piece was for the School Talent Show. It was a seriously detailed anime-style picture of the two of them playing on the playground. Inked and prepped, she was now coloring it in.

Wait, the School Talent Show?

"Cyneley, you forgot didn't you?"

She read his expression perfectly. Of course he forgot. He asked, a sheepish grimace on his face, "Bubble, when's the show?"

"This Friday.", she answered with a cheerful grin.

Oh boy, this was bad. For once, his sister was actually paying attention in class and he wasn't. He thought he still had a month go before he had to perform in front of almost a hundred people. Nope ; he only had a week to come up with a completely unique song with lyrics and all. Just like he promised.

He really needed to think before he spoke.

Just then he looked up at the clock. Panicked, he dashed downstairs in a frenzy. It was a quarter to five `o clock...which was the time his keyboard lessons start each Monday afternoon. He hastily grabbed his black fedora and jacket, pulled on a pair of checkered slip-on Vans, and grabbed the portable keyboard that was packed in its case last night. He threw the case in the back seat before climbing in with it. Thankfully, it wasn't a long drive from his house. As his mother drove, he heard a familiar bass riff boom from the speakers. It was none other than his favorite song at the time, Epic by Faith No More. Much to the annoyance of the bikers next to the open windows of the car, he sang along the entire song.

When he walked into the small studio, he was greeted by a short, black-haired, grey-eyed man not much older than his mid-thirties. "Hello, Mr. Sebastian.", he sighed.

Sebastian asked in his usual assertive and booming voice, "Hey Junior! Something wrong?"

He looked toward the keys and nervously tapped the high C. "I have a big problem at school right now." , he said, "Have any advice on writing songs when time is short?"

"Hmm, that's tough.", the young music teacher sighed, "Follow your heart, let it write the song in its own time."

"But what if I'm short on time?!" A low B chord sounded as his little hand hit the keys.

"Then I don't know what to tell you. Why don't we just continue on last week's assignment?"

He looked at his keyboard and let out another little sigh. "Okay..." Reluctant, he started the lesson.

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It didn't stop bothering him throughout the week that he had the musician's equivalent of art block. Would that be called music block, or would it be a sub-category of writer's block? Probably both, he thought. He couldn't come up with music or lyrics! Now it was Thursday. One day before the show. And he still had nothing to show them. Nothing but a pretty keyboard, some anime theme songs, and some Faith No More covers. His lunch bag in his hand, he sat outside to have a snack that day.

Looking up from his salami and gouda sandwich on marbled bread, he saw that a girl a few months older than him sit on the bench nect to him. Her long and wavy rufous brown hair was clearly heavily coated in hair spray, the midday sun making her light sienna skin and bright blue eyes glow. It was a classmate of his that he'd never spoken to before, out of fear. Because everyone said she was mean, even though he'd never seen her commit any foul act.

"Hello, Katida," he greeted cautiously.

"Please, call me Kat."

At least she was polite. Her voice was hoarser than he expected to hear. "How's your act for the show going?"

She pulled a brilliant blue Stratocaster guitar. "I'm already all ready for it. You?"

"Let's just say, I'm not going to be able to keep my promise to the teachers or the principal."

"You're the one who promised a full song, right?", she said with a hint of sarcasm.

He grimaced at her words. Even she knew his ambition went well beyond his abilities.

"Write something."

Those two words, to his utter surprise, made something in his head click. Sebastian's words finally made some sense to him.

Keeping a promise, something vital to trust. Hard to do, but keep you must.

Hey, those words actually sound good as lyrics!

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When he got home with his new friend, they worked on the song together. And the night of the Talent Show, they performed an amazing duet of shredding guitar, funky keyboard & synth, and dual vocals.

And they were voted top act by both the students and the parents.

All thanks to one big mistake on his part.

(C) - XrosHeart @ FR

(C) - Mozzy. @ CS

Cyneley sat perched on the wall of Marshall amp cabinets, while others ran frantically around trying to set up the stage. It was a Friday, a concert night for the band. It was the band he was touring with while he tried to find something more his style. And just now, he noticed the song he was hearing. It was ADD, a rather explicit and political song by a band called System of a Down.

But it wasn't Serj's voice he heard over the mic ; it was Ambrose's. Ambrose being the lead guitarist and vocalist of the band. He'd almost forgotten the night's cover songs. They were playing their ten song debut album in full, and four covers. Shadow Moses (Bring Me The Horizon), STARTARIOT (Hellyeah), and You Think You Know (Device) were the other covers because the club seemed to have mostly other teenagers. So they kind of had to play very recent stuff. Great thing that they learn songs fast.

"Nice job on the vocals, bro!"

Cyn and Ambrose both jumped at the voice of their bassist Robin. He was almost a mirror of Ambrose, except for the fact that his hair was longer and less spiky. Their friend was wearing a Blind Melon tee, jeans, and pair of galaxy-patterned Vans that day.

"Next week today, I'm 100% sure you'll find a collar with a bell on it.", Ambrose muttered as he grabbed an iridescent black ESP guitar off the wall. Robin chuckled at his brother's sarcastic comment. Their manager's attitude must've worn off on the charismatic frontman.

Robin, with the most puzzled look, asked about a totally different topic, "Have either of you seen Korian? I haven't seen him all day."

That was a good question. He hadn't seen the drummer since yesterday morning. "Last time I saw Kori was yesterday morning."

"I haven't seen him since Wednesday night," Ambrose added.

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They all looked at each other, worried. You see, Korian wasn't the average mundane person everyone thought he was. He was a mysterious paranormal....something. They still don't know exactly what he is. But he's certainly not normal by any means. He shapeshifts by nightfall, he's deathly afraid of ghosts and silver, he always wears his mask, and has these large fangs he makes no effort to hide.

In other words, prime target for vampire hunters and demon hunters alike.

They had to find him before someone else did.

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"Great! Thank you so much. Bye," Robin said into his smartphone before he explained to Cyneley. "I called a few friends. Sebastian, your former music teacher and my father, will fill in for keyboards and synth. Akuchi, his friend, will fill in for Kori's spot. I need you to go find our friend."

Cyn answered with a quick 'okay', before grabbing his IPod and heading out. Time was essence. He turned on the IPod and speaker, turning it to Midlife Crisis by Faith No More. Knowing him, he'd be lured to the music like a cat sniffing fresh catnip. Though logic would say to take a car, that it would be quicker to take a car, logic doesn't work in Manhattan. Rather, in this city, it was faster to walk everywhere.

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"Aha! There you are, Korian! I'm so glad you're--"

"Boy, the name's Ian without the Kor. Now leave me alone," the stranger said with an angry huff before storming off in the other direction.

He sighed sadly as he continued down the street. The dyed orange hair he glimpsed apparently excited him a little too much. The hair color was write about the man, but nothing else was. Guess he just had to keep looking.

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Suddenly he caught another glimpse of orange hair. He ran across the street and hugged who he thought was Kori.

"What the?!"

His face turned bright red as he looked up at...Chad Gray, singer for the world-famous metal supergroup Hellyeah. He had no clue that Hellyeah was even in town tonight. And, even more embarrassing, Chad's mohawk was red and not orange. The setting sun's rays made the bright red look more like bright orange at first glance.

He stammered, "I-I'm so sorry, Chad and Vinnie. I really thought that you were someone else." In even more horror, he noticed that everyone around was staring at the two rockstars like they wanted a piece of them...literally. Without another word, he sprinted down the street to avoid the impending punishment he'd get for accidentally endangering their safety.

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Half an hour and one mile of panicked running later, he saw an open door and walked into what he assumed was an abandoned apartment to catch his breath.

From all that happened earlier, he should've learned to not trust his 'assumptions' ever.

When someone dragged him into a room within the house, his heart skipped more than a few beats out of fright. That was, until...

"K-KORIAN! You're okay!", he squealed from the room that his missing friend dragged him into.

Korian exclaimed with a laugh, shrugging nonchalantly, "Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?"

"We thought you were being hunted...or killed."

"There's a reason I wore all black. The hunters are more likely to think I'm a Goth kid with custom fangs than some vampire-demon thing."

Now that Kori mentioned it, he was wearing all black. Black skater hoodie, black jeans, black eyeliner, black Converse, black fingerless gloves, even black socks. The only things not black were his piercing red eyes and trademark bright orange hair. Sharp contrast from his own white collared shirt and black slacks, topped off with a black fedora and a black Christian cross pendant.

"Than who is that?", Cyneley interrogated, motioning to the redhead girl oiling a stake that looked like it was meant to stake either vampires or demons.

The girl added with a chuckle, "It's my parents'. They hunt the paranormal, which everyone knows do not exist. Daddy told me to oil the blades while he and Mommy finish welding the broken dagger back together."

Oh how he felt dumb right now.

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And so did Ambrose and Robin, when they finally got back to the concert venue. Neither of the two brothers were particularly pleased that he ran off all because of a girl. Stupid male teenage hormones. (read : horrormones) But at least they knew their friend was safe.

"Please tell me I didn't miss the concert with Painkiller in the set list," Korian said. He was still both disappointed and sorry about missing the night's concert.

"Nope, that's in tomorrow night's set at the House of Blues.", the rest of the band answered in unison.

The tall, stocky drummer sighed in relief.

Humming the chant to STARTARIOT, Cyneley went to pack up his keyboard and synthesizer. His phone started to ring just as he locked the case. Picking it up cautiously, the number wasn't a familiar one. "Hello? Who is this?"

"Head of Hellyeah security. You're in big trouble, lad," the unfamiliar voice said with clear disdain. He totally forgot that he ran into Chad and Vinnie earlier.

How was he going to talk his way out of this blunder?

(Epilouge - He did talk his way out of serious punishment, as it was a total accident. He did not talk his way out of buying them dinner the next night. The valuable lesson they gave him : Steak is pricey. Very pricey. Especially if you're only a teenager.)

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Dropping, here's some gift art for the winner! ^-^

[Moonpaw and Icyheart]

This ends tomorrow at 5 PM EST !

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[Moonpaw and Icyheart]

ENDS AT 6 PM EST! (at time of posting it's 4:54 PM)