[Alkene]

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No rarity
Colored sclera
Bi-colored eyes

Common
One pair of horns (unihorn)
Edited back mane


Ends 5/3/18 @6pm
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[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Quote that describes them:[/b]
[b]What is the definition of Loneliness? (Min.25 words):[/b]

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Username: startail;;
Name: Tallala
Gender: male
Quote that describes them:
''It means nothing to me. I have no opinion about it, and I don't care''
What is the definition of Loneliness? (Min.25 words):
loniness is not having someone to share your troubles successes and losses with. Its isolation from community.
Other
Tallala is quite a lonely echon indeed. Though he sees echons everyday, little dose he talk to them. He is very sarcastic and vain in ways. He likes to blame these attributes on the fact that he doesn't talk honestly to echons so ll the bad stuff remains in him. He's not as bad as he seems though, its almost face.

[SpartanAmethyst]

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With their tanks
and their bombs,
And their guns,
and their bombs.
With their tanks,
with their bombs,
with their guns,
with their bombs.

Another head hangs lowly,
a child is slowly taken.
The violence,
cause of silence,
who are we mistaken?

But you see,
it's not me,
it's not my family.
In your head,
in your head,
they are fighting.

With their tanks
and their bombs,
and their bombs
and their guns;
In your head,
in your head,
they are crying.

In your head,
in your head;
zombie, zombie,
zombie...

Whats in your head?
In your head?
Zombie, zombie,
zombie...

Another mother's breaking,
heart is taking over.
When the violence
causes silence,
we must be mistaken.

It's the same old
theme since 1916,
in your head,
in your head,
they're still fighting.

With their tanks
and their bombs,
and their bombs
and their guns;
In your head,
in your head,
they are dying.

In your head,
in your head;
zombie, zombie,
zombie...

Whats in your head?
In your head?
Zombie, zombie,
zombie...

In your head,
in your head...

Whats in your head?
In your head?

Zombie...

zombie - missio

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"So as long as money continues to seduce the hungry, the hopeless, the broken, the greedy, and the needy, there will always be
war between brothers.”

― Suzy Kassem

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Username:
xxxxxx SpartanAmethyst
Name:
xxxxxx Lance
xxxxxx From the Germanic Lanzo, originally a short form of names that began with the element meaning "land". During the Middle Ages it became associated with Old French lance "spear, lance".
Alias:
xxxxxx Deadpool.
xxxxxx One one of his visits to the human realm, Lance discovered these things called "comic books" and fell in love with the character Deadpool. He sees himself in the mercenary, and it brings him comfort. He's constantly making trips to the human realm to pickpocket money and buy new comics, bringing them back to his den as contraband to take his mind off of everyday life.
Gender:
xxxxxx Male.
Quote that describes them:
xxxxxx "Our uniqueness makes us special, makes perception valuable - but it can also make us lonely. This loneliness is different from being 'alone': You can be lonely even surrounded by people. The feeling I'm talking about stems from the sense that we can never fully share the truth of who we are."
xxxxxx -Amy Tan
What is the definition of Loneliness?
xxxxxx Loneliness, at it's very base, is not being able to share yourself as a person to anyone. It's putting up a front, a mask, purposefully having to be someone you're not just to be liked or admired by others. It's knowing that no matter how hard you try, how many people like that mask, you'll never be truly happy because you have to worry about someone finding out the truth about you. You become emotionally isolated and confused, always wondering if you've told the right lie, or if you have your stories mixed up and the other person will notice. And once you've started down this path, there's no easy way to get off of it; it just snowballs larger and larger until it's completely out of your control.
Lifepath:
xxxxxx Lance was raised by only his mother in a cold den, far from the dens in the main mountains. They had very little; most nights he went hungry, struggling to catch only the few gangly squirrels that dared be out in the winter. The malnourished creatures did little for his and his mother's hunger, but they kept them alive, at least. His mother, a beautiful Echon by the name of Arabella, tried to raise Lance with love, compassion, and wonder for the world. Though she tried her best, it didn't work; he grew up cold and bitter, angry at the world around him. His only shining star was his mother. As he grew older, bitterness turned to aggression, and he began getting into more and more fights; many times he was arrested by the Royal Guard, and held overnight for his actions. He was on a severe downward spiral until one night, just by chance, he met a gentleman in his favorite bar who offered him a job. Up until this point, he couldn't hold one; his temper always resulted in him being dismissed very quickly. So, hearing the job in person and how much it paid for just a single "contract", the dark stranger had called it, Lance couldn't help but be interested.
xxxxxx His first contract did not go smoothly at all, but he got the job done. Second contract went better, but it was the first time he'd have to kill someone, resulting in the strange patterns we see today. It terrified him, and he came very close to quitting; the non-Echon target's blood refused to wash off, no matter how hard he scrubbed, and it would permanently scar his coat for the rest of his life. He fought with himself for days, knowing what he did was wrong, but they needed the money. This was his chance to give his mother the life she deserved. So, steeling himself, he met with the Stranger again, and accepted his next contract. Each kill after that got easier, to the point where now he doesn't really feel anything. He won't kill someone who doesn't deserve it, unless they get in his way, but if you're marked as a target, you best start praying. Because he will not stop until his contract is fulfilled.
xxxxxx Once he proved himself to the Stranger, he was invited to join the dark Echon's guild, which lead to more work, more money, and more opportunity. He made enough to move himself and his mother into a closer den, one that catches the early morning sun just like she always wanted. They eat well, are warm at night, I guess in a way, this could be considered a "rags to riches" story. Well, if you count "murder-for-money". Then yeah, one heck of a fairytale. Today he takes only the best contracts, the dangerous ones that pay the most, and is one of the highest rated mercenaries in the guild. He's constantly being asked to train the newer mercenary, but he refuses. Why be responsible for someone else? He'll leave that to the older guild members, the ones who very rarely take contracts because they're old as dirt, as he puts it. The work is hard, even brutal at times, but it pays very well, and he continues to impress his handler and his employers with each new contract he takes. He says he's happy, that he is perfectly fine right where he is. But sometimes, it does seem to feel like something is missing...
The Division:
xxxxxx When war broke out in the kingdom, Lance wanted no part of it; he hid his mother away, so she would be protected, but he continued life as usual. The contracts were a bit stranger, a bit more dangerous than usual, but he didn't mind. Desperation meant people paid more, and that meant he had even more coins to spend once everything got resolved. Everything seemed great despite the turmoil, until he was captured by the Rebels. They thought him a spy, and it almost ended very badly; the prince saw the band around his gauntlet and recognized the emblem on it. After a long, tense stand off, the prince offered him a new contract. One that paid unimaginable riches, and maybe even offered him a position in the new Kingdom. He declined the position, obviously, but the riches the older prince promised... He eagerly accepted. Over time, though, helping the rebellion became less about the money and more about doing what was right, and helping overthrow the Tyrant king.

[Alkene]

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With their tanks
and their bombs,
And their guns,
and their bombs.
With their tanks,
with their bombs,
with their guns,
with their bombs.

Another head hangs lowly,
a child is slowly taken.
The violence,
cause of silence,
who are we mistaken?

But you see,
it's not me,
it's not my family.
In your head,
in your head,
they are fighting.

With their tanks
and their bombs,
and their bombs
and their guns;
In your head,
in your head,
they are crying.

In your head,
in your head;
zombie, zombie,
zombie...

Whats in your head?
In your head?
Zombie, zombie,
zombie...

Another mother's breaking,
heart is taking over.
When the violence
causes silence,
we must be mistaken.

It's the same old
theme since 1916,
in your head,
in your head,
they're still fighting.

With their tanks
and their bombs,
and their bombs
and their guns;
In your head,
in your head,
they are dying.

In your head,
in your head;
zombie, zombie,
zombie...

Whats in your head?
In your head?
Zombie, zombie,
zombie...

In your head,
in your head...

Whats in your head?
In your head?

Zombie...

zombie - missio

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"So as long as money continues to seduce the hungry, the hopeless, the broken, the greedy, and the needy, there will always be
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Username:
xxxxxx SpartanAmethyst
Name:
xxxxxx Lance
xxxxxx From the Germanic Lanzo, originally a short form of names that began with the element meaning "land". During the Middle Ages it became associated with Old French lance "spear, lance".
Alias:
xxxxxx Deadpool.
xxxxxx One one of his visits to the human realm, Lance discovered these things called "comic books" and fell in love with the character Deadpool. He sees himself in the mercenary, and it brings him comfort. He's constantly making trips to the human realm to pickpocket money and buy new comics, bringing them back to his den as contraband to take his mind off of everyday life.
Gender:
xxxxxx Male.
Quote that describes them:
xxxxxx "Our uniqueness makes us special, makes perception valuable - but it can also make us lonely. This loneliness is different from being 'alone': You can be lonely even surrounded by people. The feeling I'm talking about stems from the sense that we can never fully share the truth of who we are."
xxxxxx -Amy Tan
What is the definition of Loneliness?
xxxxxx Loneliness, at it's very base, is not being able to share yourself as a person to anyone. It's putting up a front, a mask, purposefully having to be someone you're not just to be liked or admired by others. It's knowing that no matter how hard you try, how many people like that mask, you'll never be truly happy because you have to worry about someone finding out the truth about you. You become emotionally isolated and confused, always wondering if you've told the right lie, or if you have your stories mixed up and the other person will notice. And once you've started down this path, there's no easy way to get off of it; it just snowballs larger and larger until it's completely out of your control.
Lifepath:
xxxxxx Lance was raised by only his mother in a cold den, far from the dens in the main mountains. They had very little; most nights he went hungry, struggling to catch only the few gangly squirrels that dared be out in the winter. The malnourished creatures did little for his and his mother's hunger, but they kept them alive, at least. His mother, a beautiful Echon by the name of Arabella, tried to raise Lance with love, compassion, and wonder for the world. Though she tried her best, it didn't work; he grew up cold and bitter, angry at the world around him. His only shining star was his mother. As he grew older, bitterness turned to aggression, and he began getting into more and more fights; many times he was arrested by the Royal Guard, and held overnight for his actions. He was on a severe downward spiral until one night, just by chance, he met a gentleman in his favorite bar who offered him a job. Up until this point, he couldn't hold one; his temper always resulted in him being dismissed very quickly. So, hearing the job in person and how much it paid for just a single "contract", the dark stranger had called it, Lance couldn't help but be interested.
xxxxxx His first contract did not go smoothly at all, but he got the job done. Second contract went better, but it was the first time he'd have to kill someone, resulting in the strange patterns we see today. It terrified him, and he came very close to quitting; the non-Echon target's blood refused to wash off, no matter how hard he scrubbed, and it would permanently scar his coat for the rest of his life. He fought with himself for days, knowing what he did was wrong, but they needed the money. This was his chance to give his mother the life she deserved. So, steeling himself, he met with the Stranger again, and accepted his next contract. Each kill after that got easier, to the point where now he doesn't really feel anything. He won't kill someone who doesn't deserve it, unless they get in his way, but if you're marked as a target, you best start praying. Because he will not stop until his contract is fulfilled.
xxxxxx Once he proved himself to the Stranger, he was invited to join the dark Echon's guild, which lead to more work, more money, and more opportunity. He made enough to move himself and his mother into a closer den, one that catches the early morning sun just like she always wanted. They eat well, are warm at night, I guess in a way, this could be considered a "rags to riches" story. Well, if you count "murder-for-money". Then yeah, one heck of a fairytale. Today he takes only the best contracts, the dangerous ones that pay the most, and is one of the highest rated mercenaries in the guild. He's constantly being asked to train the newer mercenary, but he refuses. Why be responsible for someone else? He'll leave that to the older guild members, the ones who very rarely take contracts because they're old as dirt, as he puts it. The work is hard, even brutal at times, but it pays very well, and he continues to impress his handler and his employers with each new contract he takes. He says he's happy, that he is perfectly fine right where he is. But sometimes, it does seem to feel like something is missing...
The Division:
xxxxxx When war broke out in the kingdom, Lance wanted no part of it; he hid his mother away, so she would be protected, but he continued life as usual. The contracts were a bit stranger, a bit more dangerous than usual, but he didn't mind. Desperation meant people paid more, and that meant he had even more coins to spend once everything got resolved. Everything seemed great despite the turmoil, until he was captured by the Rebels. They thought him a spy, and it almost ended very badly; the prince saw the band around his gauntlet and recognized the emblem on it. After a long, tense stand off, the prince offered him a new contract. One that paid unimaginable riches, and maybe even offered him a position in the new Kingdom. He declined the position, obviously, but the riches the older prince promised... He eagerly accepted. Over time, though, helping the rebellion became less about the money and more about doing what was right, and helping overthrow the Tyrant king.

Sorry for the wait! He's all yours :> I loved the story you created!