I thought I'd post this somewhere so I could see it and refer to it if I'd like to at a later time.
So here's my form for the Eleizer re-adopt! Though I've renamed him Elijah in my form. u v u !
Trollish | Elijah | Male
My reason for trying out is quite simple, honestly. When I first saw this babe up for adoption, I didn't have the time to put my all into a form for him. A friend of mine was entering as well, and I decided that I'd be there to support them instead. Now that I have the chance and the time, to see him UFA again... I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I've loved him since he was released, and I made sure to draw him for my form- even if you aren't judging based upon such things- to make sure I enjoyed drawing him. He's very soothing for me to draw, and honestly I had a lot of fun with his character in this form! I tried to keep some semblance to what I saw in your form, but take my own twist on things and make him more... my own, if that makes sense? I hope you enjoy the form, and thank you so much for this chance to try out for a long term dream!
The large, tan plumerian was sitting idly in the forest scene. It seemed he'd been standing here for some while, observing and potentially waiting for something or other. The weather had been temperate for some time now, thankfully; you'd heard many times that this individual was a bit... quirky, in the colder times. Being as elusive as he is, you're rather startled to find him there; though there he stands. Hesitantly you approach the looming figure.
→ "What /are/ you doing here...?" He asked lowly, his tone quiet and well-mannered, but stern as if hinting towards your motive. You aren't really sure what to tell him, but you sheepishly admit to pursuing a local rumor circulating about a strange, tan pelted plumerian hiding out in the woods near town. You make sure to reccount the town tales of said plume being large, strong and potentially dangerous; among other things. He cracks a thin smirk as if approving of this description.
→ "Oh? You've taken an interest in me...?" His grin widened a bit, the fiery orange burning behind his eyes. You start to re-evaluate your decision a bit, and he seems to catch on to your innate fear; which seems to only make him more... cocky? You think that's what emotion he's conveying, but you really aren't sure at this point.
→ "Well... I suppose it'd be rude not to indulge you in a short tale. Name's Elijah, by the way... Call me Ellie, if you'd rather. I used to hide my name, before I knew better, but..." He grinned mischeivously, which sends a small shudder down your spine. What's with this guy? You can't put your finger on it, but you can't help but feel a bit... on edge, around him. Like danger might be lurking around every corner, if you were to pry your eyes from his fiery orbs long enough to see it. Though, you get the feeling if you took your eyes off him... Then you may have yet another unseen threat to worry about.
→ "I suppose that's another story, now isn't it?" He chuckled lightly, feigning obliviousness to your distracted state when you're almost confident that comment was meant to snap you from your daze and pull you back to the tall man standing before you. He seems to be reliving a memory in his head as he begins to pour his story out into the air for your ears to catch.
→ "Y'see, I grew up on a farm as a kid. It was pretty nice, I guess? I mean... Having two parents who're both from long lines of farmers... Kinda puts an uncomfortable amount of pressure on a guy." He chuckled, giving his shoulders a small shrug. It seemed his childhood was at least moderately enjoyable, or so you think; otherwise he probably wouldn't seem amused by it. "I never really liked it too much. I ended up working the fields more than I'd care for, and I honestly preferred the animals over any sort of boring crop work." He rolls his eyes with traces of a smirk on his face as he carries on, "I used to have this mangey old cat named Tom- original I know." Ellie stifled another chuckle, "He was a total idiot. Scruffy old thing was always covered in scars, he used to wander around and start fights... I tell ya, that cat was a piece of work. Then again, he did learn from me." You cast him a skeptical glance, which he seems to take as a challenge to continue his thought.
→ "I caused a lotta trouble as a kid." He explained nonchalantly, whisking a hand as if the matter were of no significance at all. You ask him what he means, and his sly grin widens a bit as you notice a devious twinkle in his eye. It seems he was hoping you'd ask. "Started a lotta fights, served a fair deal of scoldings and detentions-- you know, the usual." You ask, with a bit of hesitance, what sort of crowd he hung around with. His expression shifts a bit uncomfortably, raising a brow at your question. "Not much'a anyone, really. I scared most people away by being a big guy who had a habit of fighting, but I never really gave it much consideration." You ask him why that is, and quickly note that you don't mean why he was alone; you understand that one... What you don't get is why he would voluntarily be alone all the time. "I wasn't totally alone." He remarked somewhat stubbornly, as if rather insulted by your assumption. "I had a couple friends, fewer with stronger bonds, but I never really had a 'crowd', per se." He pauses a minute to scan you as if evaluating his will to continue on. You sheepishly apologize and ask him to carry on.
→ "Anyway, my parents were a pretty alright pair, I suppose." He shrugs, and you ask him what he means by this. "Well, everyone was working on the farm together. When I wasn't at school, I was helpin' out at home. Sometimes I skipped for the sake of hangin' around the farmland a bit more, when there was too much work to be done in one daylight sitting. What I mean by 'em bein' such a couple... Well they weren't particularly bad to eachother, I guess. But at times they were pretty rough on me." He gripped one of his arms with the other, kneading the muscle with his fingertips as if it might soothe his nerves a bit. You keep quiet, figuring this isn't something you should poke at unless he decides he'd like to tell you.
→ "They were poor, yeah, and sometimes my work just wasn't enough for 'em?" He offered a thin, somewhat sad looking smile. "Now it wasn't in their good judgement that they tanned me, just under alcohol." Elijah gave a hollow chuckle, scratching the back of his head nervously. "Not gonna lie, made me a bit of a bitter guy. Might'a been what started my lashin' at others, but I can't be for sure." You gingerly reach out a hand to rest it on his shoulder, looking at him with heavy concern in your eyes. You don't expect this to lift his spirits, it's just... you felt inclined to do so. He seems to appreciate the gesture, lightly placing a hand on top of yours and giving you a small smile. "That's long in the past now though. The whole lot of it." Again, you ask what he could mean by that and make effort to gauge his reaction, though you don't manage to pick up on his thoughts this time.
→ "That ol' farm burned down one night." He speaks aloud as if recalling some fond event in his past, a bit bigger of a smile stretches over his features. "As a kid, one could say I had a... fascination?" He mulled the word over, as if to evaluate its worth. "We'll go with that... I had a fascination with fire." His amber eyes glitter again with a heated, fiery feeling. Somehow you can see where he gets it from. "T'was a tragedy, or... It woulda been, if I'd felt near bad about it." You shift a bit on your feet, unsure how you feel about this vague development. He notices your discomfort and cracks another smirk.
→ "Lemme start at the beginnin' then." He closed his eyes, as if the scene were playing out behind those closed lids like a projector screen. "It was late in the night in the depth of winter, I recall, and the parents were at their usual. They found some old savings jar they used to hide and enough money was inside to get 'em some whisky, so they were flat out ecstatic. Now, when the beatings start... Well first it was him abusing her. Mom, I mean." He cast a thin frown as if the recollection is quite troubling, and you give a small attentive nod to show you're still listening. Despite his closed eyes he seems to acknowledge you as well. "Then she started blamin' me. Both of 'em did, and suddenly the whole conflict became my fault for any number'a reasons, really. If somethin' bad happened in that house, it was me who was held accountable." He exhaled a small sigh, "They called me lotsa things while they were unaware, and I fear that I may live up to those titles now, but..."
→ "Please understand I had my reasons for what I did." He gave a soft smile, thin and trace across his lips. He seemed rather nervous about the coming part of his tale... You could only imagine why... After all he's been so dreadfully vague. "After a particularly harsh night, I may, or may not have..." He whisked a hand dismissively a he spoke as if in effort to wave away your judgements or concerns, "...left a match suspiciously near the house?" He opened his eyes sharply with the words, that fire burning behind them again brightly. You reel back a bit, startled by the sudden motion. "I'm not gonna say they deserved it, and I already know full well I'm awful for doin' it, but that's no bother to me." You stare at him for a moment, bewildered and afraid.
→ "It isn't like they died." He chuckled warmly, noticing your more than apparent fear. "They got a bit singed and got a bit angry, but that was all. It was a mean thing to do, either way-- whole house burn down... But this was the chance I'd been waitin' for." That blazing glory of defiance lit up a bit higher as his eyes glittered with a flaming sheen. "I waited for the fire to die down, sure they'd already run off, and grabbed some belongings before I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me... And I ended up far off on my lonesome. I was a good age by then, and I ended up making my own stand in this world on my own from there on." You smile admiringly at this strange gentlemen, rather amused by his rascal-esque ways of doing things and his smooth, nonchalance about it. He strikes you as being very charismatic, especially considering his more 'loner'-esque status. You ask him what he did after that.
→ "Well when we lived out at the farm I got pretty well versed in sewing, I mean... We didn't have much, so it was more like... fabric recycling?" He suggested with a light chuckle, the fire in his eyes seeming more... warm and inviting now, rather than dangerous. "So I took up designing. It was a pretty spur of the moment sort of thing, honestly. I just... saw my chance and took it before it could slip through my fingers. For awhile I worked at that, and it was pretty nice." He smiled at the recollection before shaking the expression and giving a thin sigh. "Things change though, y'know? After awhile I wasn't useful, and it wasn't like I worked anywhere significant to begin with. I was a farm kid with slim to none in regard to academic experience and schooling." He gave another minute huff. "Figures they'd toss me aside when I wasn't helpful anymore." You can tell that saying this pains him, but he doesn't indicate it aside from a slight twinge of annoyance in his voice.
→ "And, well, from that time forward... I've just been enjoying my freedom." Ellie admits with another of his toasty warm chuckles that make you forget you're not this plumerian's friend somehow. "I've been taking jobs here and there, but really just... traveling around and seeing things, going places... It's a lot more fun than being cooped up or pent down. I go where I want and I'm free as any old bird. Money's a bit tight, but hey-- I don't mind it. I can go wherever I please." You hesitantly ask him about the rumors you heard at the town.
→ "Why, those old things?" He raises a brow with a half-scoff, you can see he's a mixture of amused and... annoyed? You aren't really sure, but you can see that fire brimming over again. "If you listen to every old rumor they told ya, then... why you'd have to believe I was an assassin." He scoffed, rolling his eyes; though you remain straight faced. He seems a bit puzzled by this. "Right then, what rumors have you /heard/?" He asks inquisitively, and you tell him all about it. The strange, tan furred pyromaniac was rumored to be around the forest somewhere. Of course, you'd heard about the burning barn incident; but from your sources, both the parents had died in the fire... The perpetrator had escaped, and had lay waste to other places with his flame upon a whim, or a bribe. You try to gauge his expression, but he seems completely serious and stoic now that the matter has become more... serious.
→ "I'll admit, there might be some truth to those rumors..." He looks dead at you, showing no nervous signs though the fire behind his eyes is burning brightly again. You shift a bit uncomfortably, deciding that pressing the matter is probably not the best course of action, in regards to your health. "I assure you, I'm not nearly as bad as those rumors paint me to be, however." He frowns down at you a bit expectantly, as if a bit hurt you'd assume something like that of him. You raise your hands a bit defensively, and he gives a soft chuckle. He places a hand on your head and lightly ruffles your hair, much to your dismay.
→ "I think that's enough for one day, don't you?" He says out of the blue. His eyes are pointed upward, and following his line of sight you gaze out upon the sun setting over the horizon. You steal a glance over at his face, which is captive by admiration, the fire in his eyes glittering up and sparking as if it were alive. You slip a smile and return your eyes to gaze at the sunset again, giving him a small nod in response to his question. "Thanks for today, kiddo." He offers a light chuckle, "Perhaps I'll see you again sometime..." The two of you sit in silence a moment before he turns to face the woods, the sunlight dancing across his pelt like the refracted glow of a burning flame.
→ "Catch ya later." He gives a single wave, his smirk present with that chivalrous nonchalance you can't quite get over. That bright fire behind his eyes is ever-burning, and you're sure by that determination alone... You'll see him again, someday.
So here's my form for the Eleizer re-adopt! Though I've renamed him Elijah in my form. u v u !
Trollish | Elijah | Male
My reason for trying out is quite simple, honestly. When I first saw this babe up for adoption, I didn't have the time to put my all into a form for him. A friend of mine was entering as well, and I decided that I'd be there to support them instead. Now that I have the chance and the time, to see him UFA again... I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I've loved him since he was released, and I made sure to draw him for my form- even if you aren't judging based upon such things- to make sure I enjoyed drawing him. He's very soothing for me to draw, and honestly I had a lot of fun with his character in this form! I tried to keep some semblance to what I saw in your form, but take my own twist on things and make him more... my own, if that makes sense? I hope you enjoy the form, and thank you so much for this chance to try out for a long term dream!
The large, tan plumerian was sitting idly in the forest scene. It seemed he'd been standing here for some while, observing and potentially waiting for something or other. The weather had been temperate for some time now, thankfully; you'd heard many times that this individual was a bit... quirky, in the colder times. Being as elusive as he is, you're rather startled to find him there; though there he stands. Hesitantly you approach the looming figure.
→ "What /are/ you doing here...?" He asked lowly, his tone quiet and well-mannered, but stern as if hinting towards your motive. You aren't really sure what to tell him, but you sheepishly admit to pursuing a local rumor circulating about a strange, tan pelted plumerian hiding out in the woods near town. You make sure to reccount the town tales of said plume being large, strong and potentially dangerous; among other things. He cracks a thin smirk as if approving of this description.
→ "Oh? You've taken an interest in me...?" His grin widened a bit, the fiery orange burning behind his eyes. You start to re-evaluate your decision a bit, and he seems to catch on to your innate fear; which seems to only make him more... cocky? You think that's what emotion he's conveying, but you really aren't sure at this point.
→ "Well... I suppose it'd be rude not to indulge you in a short tale. Name's Elijah, by the way... Call me Ellie, if you'd rather. I used to hide my name, before I knew better, but..." He grinned mischeivously, which sends a small shudder down your spine. What's with this guy? You can't put your finger on it, but you can't help but feel a bit... on edge, around him. Like danger might be lurking around every corner, if you were to pry your eyes from his fiery orbs long enough to see it. Though, you get the feeling if you took your eyes off him... Then you may have yet another unseen threat to worry about.
→ "I suppose that's another story, now isn't it?" He chuckled lightly, feigning obliviousness to your distracted state when you're almost confident that comment was meant to snap you from your daze and pull you back to the tall man standing before you. He seems to be reliving a memory in his head as he begins to pour his story out into the air for your ears to catch.
→ "Y'see, I grew up on a farm as a kid. It was pretty nice, I guess? I mean... Having two parents who're both from long lines of farmers... Kinda puts an uncomfortable amount of pressure on a guy." He chuckled, giving his shoulders a small shrug. It seemed his childhood was at least moderately enjoyable, or so you think; otherwise he probably wouldn't seem amused by it. "I never really liked it too much. I ended up working the fields more than I'd care for, and I honestly preferred the animals over any sort of boring crop work." He rolls his eyes with traces of a smirk on his face as he carries on, "I used to have this mangey old cat named Tom- original I know." Ellie stifled another chuckle, "He was a total idiot. Scruffy old thing was always covered in scars, he used to wander around and start fights... I tell ya, that cat was a piece of work. Then again, he did learn from me." You cast him a skeptical glance, which he seems to take as a challenge to continue his thought.
→ "I caused a lotta trouble as a kid." He explained nonchalantly, whisking a hand as if the matter were of no significance at all. You ask him what he means, and his sly grin widens a bit as you notice a devious twinkle in his eye. It seems he was hoping you'd ask. "Started a lotta fights, served a fair deal of scoldings and detentions-- you know, the usual." You ask, with a bit of hesitance, what sort of crowd he hung around with. His expression shifts a bit uncomfortably, raising a brow at your question. "Not much'a anyone, really. I scared most people away by being a big guy who had a habit of fighting, but I never really gave it much consideration." You ask him why that is, and quickly note that you don't mean why he was alone; you understand that one... What you don't get is why he would voluntarily be alone all the time. "I wasn't totally alone." He remarked somewhat stubbornly, as if rather insulted by your assumption. "I had a couple friends, fewer with stronger bonds, but I never really had a 'crowd', per se." He pauses a minute to scan you as if evaluating his will to continue on. You sheepishly apologize and ask him to carry on.
→ "Anyway, my parents were a pretty alright pair, I suppose." He shrugs, and you ask him what he means by this. "Well, everyone was working on the farm together. When I wasn't at school, I was helpin' out at home. Sometimes I skipped for the sake of hangin' around the farmland a bit more, when there was too much work to be done in one daylight sitting. What I mean by 'em bein' such a couple... Well they weren't particularly bad to eachother, I guess. But at times they were pretty rough on me." He gripped one of his arms with the other, kneading the muscle with his fingertips as if it might soothe his nerves a bit. You keep quiet, figuring this isn't something you should poke at unless he decides he'd like to tell you.
→ "They were poor, yeah, and sometimes my work just wasn't enough for 'em?" He offered a thin, somewhat sad looking smile. "Now it wasn't in their good judgement that they tanned me, just under alcohol." Elijah gave a hollow chuckle, scratching the back of his head nervously. "Not gonna lie, made me a bit of a bitter guy. Might'a been what started my lashin' at others, but I can't be for sure." You gingerly reach out a hand to rest it on his shoulder, looking at him with heavy concern in your eyes. You don't expect this to lift his spirits, it's just... you felt inclined to do so. He seems to appreciate the gesture, lightly placing a hand on top of yours and giving you a small smile. "That's long in the past now though. The whole lot of it." Again, you ask what he could mean by that and make effort to gauge his reaction, though you don't manage to pick up on his thoughts this time.
→ "That ol' farm burned down one night." He speaks aloud as if recalling some fond event in his past, a bit bigger of a smile stretches over his features. "As a kid, one could say I had a... fascination?" He mulled the word over, as if to evaluate its worth. "We'll go with that... I had a fascination with fire." His amber eyes glitter again with a heated, fiery feeling. Somehow you can see where he gets it from. "T'was a tragedy, or... It woulda been, if I'd felt near bad about it." You shift a bit on your feet, unsure how you feel about this vague development. He notices your discomfort and cracks another smirk.
→ "Lemme start at the beginnin' then." He closed his eyes, as if the scene were playing out behind those closed lids like a projector screen. "It was late in the night in the depth of winter, I recall, and the parents were at their usual. They found some old savings jar they used to hide and enough money was inside to get 'em some whisky, so they were flat out ecstatic. Now, when the beatings start... Well first it was him abusing her. Mom, I mean." He cast a thin frown as if the recollection is quite troubling, and you give a small attentive nod to show you're still listening. Despite his closed eyes he seems to acknowledge you as well. "Then she started blamin' me. Both of 'em did, and suddenly the whole conflict became my fault for any number'a reasons, really. If somethin' bad happened in that house, it was me who was held accountable." He exhaled a small sigh, "They called me lotsa things while they were unaware, and I fear that I may live up to those titles now, but..."
→ "Please understand I had my reasons for what I did." He gave a soft smile, thin and trace across his lips. He seemed rather nervous about the coming part of his tale... You could only imagine why... After all he's been so dreadfully vague. "After a particularly harsh night, I may, or may not have..." He whisked a hand dismissively a he spoke as if in effort to wave away your judgements or concerns, "...left a match suspiciously near the house?" He opened his eyes sharply with the words, that fire burning behind them again brightly. You reel back a bit, startled by the sudden motion. "I'm not gonna say they deserved it, and I already know full well I'm awful for doin' it, but that's no bother to me." You stare at him for a moment, bewildered and afraid.
→ "It isn't like they died." He chuckled warmly, noticing your more than apparent fear. "They got a bit singed and got a bit angry, but that was all. It was a mean thing to do, either way-- whole house burn down... But this was the chance I'd been waitin' for." That blazing glory of defiance lit up a bit higher as his eyes glittered with a flaming sheen. "I waited for the fire to die down, sure they'd already run off, and grabbed some belongings before I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me... And I ended up far off on my lonesome. I was a good age by then, and I ended up making my own stand in this world on my own from there on." You smile admiringly at this strange gentlemen, rather amused by his rascal-esque ways of doing things and his smooth, nonchalance about it. He strikes you as being very charismatic, especially considering his more 'loner'-esque status. You ask him what he did after that.
→ "Well when we lived out at the farm I got pretty well versed in sewing, I mean... We didn't have much, so it was more like... fabric recycling?" He suggested with a light chuckle, the fire in his eyes seeming more... warm and inviting now, rather than dangerous. "So I took up designing. It was a pretty spur of the moment sort of thing, honestly. I just... saw my chance and took it before it could slip through my fingers. For awhile I worked at that, and it was pretty nice." He smiled at the recollection before shaking the expression and giving a thin sigh. "Things change though, y'know? After awhile I wasn't useful, and it wasn't like I worked anywhere significant to begin with. I was a farm kid with slim to none in regard to academic experience and schooling." He gave another minute huff. "Figures they'd toss me aside when I wasn't helpful anymore." You can tell that saying this pains him, but he doesn't indicate it aside from a slight twinge of annoyance in his voice.
→ "And, well, from that time forward... I've just been enjoying my freedom." Ellie admits with another of his toasty warm chuckles that make you forget you're not this plumerian's friend somehow. "I've been taking jobs here and there, but really just... traveling around and seeing things, going places... It's a lot more fun than being cooped up or pent down. I go where I want and I'm free as any old bird. Money's a bit tight, but hey-- I don't mind it. I can go wherever I please." You hesitantly ask him about the rumors you heard at the town.
→ "Why, those old things?" He raises a brow with a half-scoff, you can see he's a mixture of amused and... annoyed? You aren't really sure, but you can see that fire brimming over again. "If you listen to every old rumor they told ya, then... why you'd have to believe I was an assassin." He scoffed, rolling his eyes; though you remain straight faced. He seems a bit puzzled by this. "Right then, what rumors have you /heard/?" He asks inquisitively, and you tell him all about it. The strange, tan furred pyromaniac was rumored to be around the forest somewhere. Of course, you'd heard about the burning barn incident; but from your sources, both the parents had died in the fire... The perpetrator had escaped, and had lay waste to other places with his flame upon a whim, or a bribe. You try to gauge his expression, but he seems completely serious and stoic now that the matter has become more... serious.
→ "I'll admit, there might be some truth to those rumors..." He looks dead at you, showing no nervous signs though the fire behind his eyes is burning brightly again. You shift a bit uncomfortably, deciding that pressing the matter is probably not the best course of action, in regards to your health. "I assure you, I'm not nearly as bad as those rumors paint me to be, however." He frowns down at you a bit expectantly, as if a bit hurt you'd assume something like that of him. You raise your hands a bit defensively, and he gives a soft chuckle. He places a hand on your head and lightly ruffles your hair, much to your dismay.
→ "I think that's enough for one day, don't you?" He says out of the blue. His eyes are pointed upward, and following his line of sight you gaze out upon the sun setting over the horizon. You steal a glance over at his face, which is captive by admiration, the fire in his eyes glittering up and sparking as if it were alive. You slip a smile and return your eyes to gaze at the sunset again, giving him a small nod in response to his question. "Thanks for today, kiddo." He offers a light chuckle, "Perhaps I'll see you again sometime..." The two of you sit in silence a moment before he turns to face the woods, the sunlight dancing across his pelt like the refracted glow of a burning flame.
→ "Catch ya later." He gives a single wave, his smirk present with that chivalrous nonchalance you can't quite get over. That bright fire behind his eyes is ever-burning, and you're sure by that determination alone... You'll see him again, someday.
