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[Tripp]

punching this up

[Lirrie]

will judge when i get back today

[Ranua]

punching this up

Lol, I like the wording o that Tripp XD

And kk Lirrie. I should do fan arts for this :B

[Lirrie]

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Number :: #6

Picture :: Shown above

Theme Song :: What Faith Can Do by Kutless
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Name :: Ming Yue

Language of Origin :: Chinese

Pronunciation :: Mingh - You

Meaning :: Bright Moon

Other Aliases :: N/A

Age :: Six Years
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Species :: Crystinalian

Sex :: Male

Height :: Around 3 ft. tall at should (1 meter)

Weight :: Around 435 lbs. (200 kg)
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Relationship Status :: Single

Mate :: N/A

Cub(s) :: N/A

Father :: Mu Dewei - meaning, "Admired of Great Principle"

Mother :: Jia Li - meaning, "Good and Beautiful" (Deceased; Jia Li was not Ming Yue's mother of birth)

Sibling(s) :: Xia - meaning, "Glow of the Sunrise" (Deceased)

Friend(s) :: N/A

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What will you use it for? :: Xia - meaning, "Glow of the Sunrise" (Deceased)

Why do you want it? :: N/A

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Personality :: Despite all that he has gone through, Ming Yue tries to retain a positive attitude and not wallow in self-pity. He doesn't try to put himself on a pedestal because he doesn't see himself as better than anyone else. As a downside to that, he can tip the scale the opposite way and become a little depressed and upset with himself at times. Ming Yue is not quick to judge or quick to become angry, rather he abounds in compassion - especially, for those who have experienced similar fates as he - and patience.

Likes ::
|.| Being male ;; Silly as it seems, Ming Yue relishes in this and the roles and characteristics that accompany it.
|.| Being a provider ;; Before the death of his mother and younger sister, Ming Yue would join his father in hunting for food and other occassional jobs to provide for the family. However, now he is not in a position to do this, but he hopes that someday he may become the mate, provider, and possibly father to a family of his own.
|.| A challenge that tests him in the physical, metal, and emotional ;; Ming Yue believes that if you aren't out to better yourself, then you will just fall into a lifestyle of physical and moral decay.
|.| Family ;; Ming Yue loves his family and can't wait to have one of his own. In this respect, he can get carried away easily if there happens to be any wandering female he finds attractive. He recognizes this now and tries to be more intentional if he sees admirable character traits that would suit him and a potential family. However, there are still times where Mu Dewei steps into to talk some sense into his son.
|.| Wearing the scent of a musk deer, especially after catching and eating it ;; It just makes him feel strong and powerful. Everyone else will know too because of the musk. ;]
|.| To dart around up in the mountains to feel his own strength and agility ;; Although danger abounds, Ming Yue does this daily to keep himself on his toes.

Dislikes ::
|.| Tension between family members, especially when he feels caught in the middle of it ;; after Yan left Mu Dewei (Yan was Ming Yue's birth mother & his father's original mate) this feeling ceased, but it was usually present after Mu Dewei heard of Yan's betrayal of trust and fidelity.
|.| Moths ;; Ming Yue feels like he attracts these creatures and finds them pests. They flutter senselessly about his face and though he doesn't like cause the death of anything unnecessarily, he will not hesitate to take a fore paw and slap them into the ground. He has zero tolerance.
|.| Hot, humid, and muggy weather ;; If it gets too warm for him, Ming Yue will ascend to higher altitudes until the air cools off in the evening.
|.| Passive Males or Overly Aggressive Males ;;
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Background ::

Introduction

Tragedy, noun, a serious play with an unhappy or disastrous ending brought about by fate, moral weakness in a character, etc.

My father had always told us that life was the grandest play of all. . . but, I doubt he ever saw what was coming. No one can. We just stumble blindly, run without caution, and dance with naiveté in the play that is our life. Would knowing our future be any better? I have asked myself that question more times than I care to admit. Something within me can't seem to let go of the past and move on. It was different then. . . so much has changed.

The Beginning

When I was young, the world was always fasinating and full of wonder. Under the protection of my father and the care of my mother, I could explore and experience the natural flow of life under their watchful eyes. But, as I grew older the world grew uglier. At first I wondered if I had something to do with that, but my father reassured me that I had nothing to do with the state of things. What was the state of things? I asked quietly, feeling confused. What seemed to bring happiness and joy just years ago always had a flip slide that was filled with dark things, like death, destuction, and sinfulness. The state of the world is that it is broken. My father had told me, I think I gaped at him. I really don't know why, but my relizations were so sudden and this came as another shock. The world. . . broken. I couldn't really wrap my small brain around such a concept. However apalling I had originally found this, I learned two very important lessons from my father :: o1.} If you seek to change the world, you must first change yourself. & o2.} Always seek to find the positive side of things. There always is one.

We Learn By Example

Okay, okay. I have to talk about something that is fun to remember and to relate. My father is incredible. Really. He was the one who went out and taught me to hunt, how to embrace myself as I am - wild, strong, energetic, curious. I loved the days we would sit out under a bright moon and he would always start with, "Oh look, Ming Yue, your namesake." I would smile, but somehow he could always tell when I doubted myself. The days I did he would casually mention how quick I was or how I did something that he was proud of. Then my father would start teaching me something incredible about the world, always looking for the amazement that was sure to show on my face.

First one Mother, then the Next

Our first real family issue came later in the summer when I was seven, quite on my way to adulthood. It was a beautiful evening and we usually spent our evening time hunting. More and more often my mother volunteered herself so that my father and I could practice perfecting my skills in certain areas. That was nice of her, wasn't it? Yan always came back with enough food for all of us, but her attitude became so terse around my father and occasionally myself when I attempted to speak to her. Turns out, hunting was just her cover for meeting some male who I never learned the name of. . . I never really forgave her for hurting my father and didn't learn until I was at least ten that her actions also deeply affected me.

Jia Li was young when she and my father met- she had never had a mate. But, something about my father won her over, I guess. My first reaction was that I didn't trust her. Another mother?! I thought I was through with them. But, Jia Li proved me wrong. She is the essence of kindness, gentleness, beauty, and love. An excellent mother, if I do say so.

Endearment

Playful, cheerful, gentle, kind. These words describe my dear sister, Xia. She was the joy of the family, literally. I tried to have a positive attitude most of the time, but Xia really nailed that job. You couldn't help, but be friendly to her back. Though she was born so much later in life than I was, I felt very protective over her, but a good deal less than my father did. I loved playing with her and entertaining her when she was a very young cub and then having conversation with her as she grew older.

That's How it Goes Sometimes

I'm assuming you're not quite sure how the dots connect here. This part of the story deeply weaved through my life and this information that has been presented. What really crushed my happy an contented life with my family was death. Death in all it's sadness and sorrow. It takes away the joy from the deep well that is your heart and you feel so. . . empty. My father now quite old, graying and potbellied, came back from his quiet meditation in the mountains to find his beloved mate, Jia Li quite ill from some viral disease we believe she caught from the muddy water down near where the humans live. Distraught may be an understatement. Smilis aren't healers! We didn't know what to do, nor were my father and I aware that Xia was missing. We know now that she in her distress over her mother journeyed up to the mountains to find some herb that she thought would help. I ran off to find her. We had a heavy spring rain that night and it was very difficult trying to run through underbrush over heaps of rocks up a mountain soaked through. I didn't find Xia until the next morning. But, I knew what happened to her. There was a puddle of rain water then some smooth stone, in the dirt a saw horrible markings. My stomach flipped as I saw claw marks on the edge of the cliff. I sat up there for much longer than I meant to in the realization of my grief. When I finally made my way back to the family den, I heard a piercing cry. It belonged to my father. Jia Li was dead. And death had taken Xia as well. All in the same night.

Yours

♚Name:
Congelé
[French word for frozen]

♚Pen Number:
Number Five

♚What will you use it for?:
Everything. She will be a character that will certainly live up to the name. I hope to set up a character thread soon, and will be giving her her own post. Minstrels will write songs about the abundant amount of art that will be made of her.

♚Why do you want it:
I thought I had completely given up on character adoptions, but this one turned everything around. I convinced I had to try out for her despite the increasingly low chance of receiving her. I still knew I had to do it, just to show my utter appreciation for her design.

♚Personality:

Bold & Strong-Willed
Congelé is a daring soul. No feat of physical prowess is too much for her to handle. Unfortunately, this often led to many cuts and bruises, broken bones and aching limbs. Despite this, her blunt and undying need for adrenaline always seems to outweigh her common sense.

Straightforward & Frank
She has always been one to cut to the chase. Long-winded conversations bore holes into her head. In short, she feels that stretching out what could be a five-minute chat into a five-hour lecture is completely unnecessary, and will rudely interrupt you if you drag out a talk too long. Despite her seemingly snarky personality, it's impossible for her to tell a lie. Though not always a nice attribute, frank honesty comes naturally to her.

Aggressive & Tough
Congelé is scolded non-stop for her unnecessarily aggressive behavior. She will kill to get what ever she's needing without restraint. Her childhood is filled with fights, varying from verbal to physical. Though she is frowned upon for this unfortunate gift, she prides herself in being, 'strong in the head, and in the legs.'

♚History:

You took my hand
You showed me how
You promised me you'd be around
Uh huh
That's right
I took your words
And I believed
In everything
You said to me
Yeah huh
That's right

A snap.
A crunch.
A stomp.
Wind sailed through my fur, caressing the smooth curves of muscle that ran up my legs. Freedom whistled in my ears like a catchy tune as I dashed through the dense overgrowth. Every step sent a jolt of adrenaline crashing through my veins. I was four months old, and I felt like I had just been born. Pride grappled on to my soul when I spotted a feint white light in the distance. I clicked my tongue and took a deep, refreshing breath. Now was the time. My pupils contracted as I fixated my eyes on my goal. Just stay true, I thought. My head whipped around at the sound of sharp, pounding footfalls. Blue orbs locked with red. I scowled. "Don't do it, Raide!" I warned. He snickered, bounding to where I stood under a billowing willow tree. I took a fighting stance, mimicking the buckled legs and raised tail my father had shown me. He snorted, tossing his snout up into the air. "Come on, sis! Have a little fun, would you?" I shook my head vigorously. "Father says we don't have time for fun." My brother rolled his eyes skeptically.
"Father this, father that!" He croaked. I gaped at him as he leapt into the air, graceful as a bird, and began to tread towards the clearing. I clumsily chased after him, unaware of my surroundings. It all happened so fast, I almost forgot to scream. I tripped, head-first into a distilled puddle of water. A thorn pierced my hind leg, and my front leg was snagged on a fallen branch. I whimpered, feeling nascent tears burn upwards. "Raide!" I cried. No response. I ground my teeth and yanked my leg from the wooden member. As I pulled jerked head out from the puddle, filthy, larvae-infested water invaded my mouth like a tidal wave. I spat what hadn't already slipped down my throat onto the ground, feeling particularly violated. Shakily, I stood up. I took a brief moment to survey my surroundings, and unsteadily crawled forward. It wasn't long before I was met with a worried grimace. I lifted my head, still slightly dizzy from the fall I had taken. "Big brother? You're here?" I asked, voice cracking. He nodded solemnly, lifting my paw gingerly with his. "I will always be here."

If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong
I know better
Cause you said forever
And ever
Who knew?

I smiled, basking in the glory of my special day. I was a year old. A year. Instead of mourning over the thought of having only one more year to live, I relished the thought of being older than so many others. I held my head high, my brother trailing behind me. I glanced around. It seemed that no one else cared that I was celebrating the day I was born. But I payed it no heed. I had my brash, conniving, narcissistic brother to rejoice with- and that was all I needed. I slowly turned my head, just far enough to catch a glimpse of my brother. He grinned- a devious, maniacal grin. To passer-by's, it may have seemed as if he were taunting me. But I knew what he meant. A sister always knows.

Remember when we were such fools
And so convinced and just too cool
Oh no
No no
I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you friend
I'd give anything

Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was bad luck. Or maybe it was the anger boiling inside the pit of my stomach. I let out a raspy breath, a shudder making it's wait from my tail to my nose. Raide stared, eyes sunken, mouth forming apologies that never left his throat- he was the spitting image of remorse. I backed up, slowly. My eyebrows furrowed, pupils convulsing. This was it. It was over, now. No, that wasn't right. It was over from the very start.
My first instinct was to turn on my heels and run. But for some reason, I was stuck. Rooted to the spot. My eyes flitted from one side of the forest to another- glancing at everything but my brother. He stretched his paw out to me. It was as if he wanted to touch me, but he couldn't. He wouldn't. In a final attempt to jar him into a false sense of understanding, a close approximation of a romantic confession exploded from my jaws.
"But Raide, I love you! I've always loved you! I just-"
"How can you say that!?" He cried, facing contorting with anger. I crumpled to the floor, all sense of security tapering off.
"Because...Because," I choked out, "I want us to be together...!"
My brother looked back, just once, his bleary eyes conveying utter exasperation. I opened my mouth to speak, but words refused to form. He shook his head meekly and left.

I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we
Until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened?

I curled up on the dirty forest floor. I laughed, hysteria tinting what might have been a perfectly normal chuckle. Tears leaked from my eyes, turning the brown dirt to black mud. I shook my head. No, this isn't happening. This can't be happening. I buried my head in my paws.
The gleaming of a single jewel caught my eye in the dark shelter of my arms. I lifted my head. That necklace. My brother had given it to me for my first birthday. A year had gone by since then, and not once had it left my neck. I nuzzled it, the strong scent of sandalwood twisting inside my nostrils. Just like big brother. And in a sense, it was my brother. It was all I had left of the one who had stolen my heart. The empty shell of what once was.
Always. You'll always be here, my love.

♚Other:
God she's a beautiful character. ;w;

Lyric samplings from 'Who Knew' by P!nk

Note to Others: It was a hard choice but i choose hers because it seemed complete and the story moved me.

||Wow, these are so stunning. I MUST try for one. <3 ||

Name:
Psychedelic {Psych for short} ||The definition;; wildly distorted, weird, distorted, wildly colorful, or otherwise resembling images or sounds experienced
Pen:
#3
What will you use it for:
I will use him purely as a character, for the most part. He'll be on my character thread,{which is a WIP} and I am extremely excited to draw him, and flesh out his personality and such. He will be a great addition to my little character family, and he'll surely be loved. c:
Why do you want it:
First off, because this species in general really caught my eye. So unique, well thought out, and beautifully made. Especially #3 in particular, really stood out to me. I had to try to see if I could possibly obtain one of these lovelies!
Personality:
Psych has an interesting persona to him, that is something for sure. The albino Crystinalian comes off as rather rude, snobby, and sometimes arrogant. The skeptical look in his silver optics is always a bit mysterious, and he is often off alone, roaming and adventuring. He likes to take in what is around him, the nature and freedom, and really prefers to be solitary overall, though doesn't mind some company as long as they aren't too clingy or talkative. Although the expression on his face is most often quite stoic, and he seems to be almost unphased and completely sucked from any emotion. But this simply, is just the mask that covers a true kindhearted being, just one that may be a little..lost- in the mind of course, because Psych believes he always knows where he is going.

When and if he does speak to you, it is few words and far apart. He has a very deep, throaty voice, that's a bit scratchy yet soft around the edges. Psychedelic is big on philosophy, and looks at the big picture. He spends hours of the day pondering things related to this, and he will often only speak when necessary. He twists his words around sometimes, to simply make you think over a phrase that could otherwise be very straightforward. For instance, if you demanded where he was headed, he may reply with something such as: "Where I'm headed knows I'm coming, but you don't need to know as I go." Almost a bit poetic sometimes, it's usually a nonsense collaboration of words. However, in any sense where there is danger or a panic, he'll toss his fancy talk out the window, though still speaking minimally.

Psych claims he is too focused on getting to know himself, and that is why he is relatively anti-social. But this is just a pitiful excuse for him to keep himself isolated. Although if you ever did get to know this Crystinalian, you would find that as mentioned before, he is a big 'ol teddy bear. He has never done anything he regrets, or that was wrong, and will help those who are genuinely in need. He is very sweet, and can even be flattering if you can decipher his odd phrases and put up with minimal conversation.
History:

A pale Crystinalian traveling through the jungle alone wasn't the most common of sights. Most of the typical of this kind were never as white as this female, who was also buldging, overwhelmed with pregnancy. Her name was Hail, and she had escaped from the violent brute that had attacked her, with some minor wounds. But the worst part was, she had to give birth to his cubs. Sorrow filled her pale blue eyes as she lumbered through the forest slowly. She winced every step she took, pain shooting through her thick, muscled, but weakened and worn limbs. Her paw pads were sore, tearing and bleeding. She had been running, and now walking for days, weeks now. Her diet was minimal, and her stomach ached and turned.

The once magnificent, snow white beauty, was now a pitiful, bedraggled, and plumply pregnant cat that simply just wanted to go to sleep, and frankly never wake up. But the poor, once regal animal had no idea what was in store for her. Her mate, or more rightly titled the father of her cubs, was still on the hunt for her and wasn't about to stop. It didn't take long for the weakened Hail to be forced to stop and rest. She had gone without eating for two days now, and knew she had to hunt. Finally, she deemed lucky to catch a young fawn, and savored every bit of nourishment from her kill possible. Content, and extremely tired, she curled up at the trunk of the tree and slept through the night and half way through the morning. With some of her strength returned, she rose to begin her journey once more, but it was already too late.

A burley, raging black beast with the bluest of crystals on his back could be defined as nothing other than a male Cystinalian. Dagger, was his name, and he was furious with his mate's betrayal, and escape. Leaping out of the tree above Hail, he pinned the smaller, weaker female to the ground roughly, though careful not to harm the precious lives in her tummy. "I will have them. You can't keep them from me. You're unworthy." he spat as Hail simply coward. That night was a hateful one, spent with this flustered, angry male in the woods. She knew he would keep her around and safe until her babies were born.

Four days passed. Four horrible, dreadful, lonely days were spent under the watchful eye of Dagger. Finally, it was the day the cubs were to be born. Four cubs were born, and Hail licked each one clean as they were. This was a big litter, for a Cystinalian. But horror shown across her face, when three of the four of the cubs were not breathing. Dagger's red eyes lit up with anger, rage filling them and taking him over. "It's your fault!" he roared, raking his claws along Hail's face. She panicked, and grabbed her one surviving cub, instinctively fleeing and running away, as fast as she could. It was the only chance she had to save herself, and her beloved baby. With the fear overwhelming her, she ran faster than she ever had and managed to once again escape the clutches of Dagger, who was left with his three dead cubs.

Hail was now blind in one eye, blood streaking her beautiful white fur. She ran all night, and the rest of the day until she couldn't any longer. Once again she found herself so, so weakened. Hail curled into a ball, with her new born cub, and fell asleep that night unaware of how close to death she really was. That morning Hail never woke up, and the squirming, unnamed cub attempted to suckle on his poor, dead mother. He cried and cried, for hours even.

Another Crystalian had heard these cries. A new, different one. It must have simply been luck that brought Hail into the territory of another female, who rushed to the cry of a new born cub. Her name was Thistle, and she took this new cub into her own paws to take care of and suckle. Not knowing what this cub's name could have been or was, Thistle decided to name him herself. "Luck." it was cliche and ironic, but a name all in the same way. Luck grew up dreading his name. He had always been an oddity, with the same albino markingless fur his mother had, and a pale face. But as he grew, so did his crystals, coming in as the pastel colors of the rainbow. Because of his mother's malnourished, and his battery in the womb, it twisted his sanity, and also stunted his growth, leaving him the size of an average female. Once he was weaned, 'Luck' left Thistle, proving to be too much of a burden to handle in adolescents. He learned to hunt, and to live in the jungle on his own rather quickly. Although he was insane, he had a brilliant mind, and calls himself Psych, being alone ever since.
Other: None. (:

Yours

[Ranua]

pidueh pfuirehpfuihpfuihpfref<333 8D SHANKS Lirrie<3333

[Lirrie]

pfft your welcome :U you better love him XD

[Ranua]

pfffft dont have to tell me twice :U

[Lirrie]

Nawee Ill be pming you but since i figure you love this guy he is now yours.

[Manx]

Wow, these are fantastic <3
Bookmarking

[Lirrie]

so instead of a adoption round next we will have a custom round. (Since i didnt make enough babies ;.