Daeets| Conquest's finale pg193

[Rose63673]

....................wow...............h-how long did it take for you to make that form

[Horneddragon]

judging will commence in 24 hours

[kes.]

Agh, I was going to enter... some of those descriptions intrigued me ;A; But I didn't have the time; good luck everyone who did get the chance to enter! C:

[Starmz ♥]

judging will commence in 24 hours

Ohmygosh phew! So grateful for time zones right now XD This gives me time to finish it after school c:

[skrapple]

judging will commence in 24 hours

Now I'm all nervous. X3
*goes to work on last minute details*

[dogshrimp]

finished my form just in time, well... almost.

an Early good luck to everyone, may the odds lie in you favor

[LostGosling]

AMG. "dies"
I hope I got everything right,
it's been forever since I've tried for a Daeet! xD
Good luck all! ;D <333

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Username:
LostGosling

Number of daeet you want to adopt:
#4. Her icy fur and cold breath could chill anyone's heart.

Reason why you want to adopt it:
I haven't really been active with Daeets in a while. Not as active as I'd like to be. :c I've had other adoptables, role-plays, RL, as well as vast and varying holiday stuff as a constant attention claimer, so my 2 girls have just been sitting in cyber limbo as a result. x_x However, yesterday, for some insane reason, I decided to revamp my character thread (don't go in there man, it's chaos...), and saw Hix and Covet peaking out at me from their post. o3o And I remembered how much I love them. ;u; <333 This spurred me into dropping one of my biggest CS drags and opening up a sizeable patch of free time, and I'm not done dropping yet. >:D Of course, I'd seen the Holiday event going on here at Daeets, but hadn't entered due to sheer lack of time, and my slight reservations about trying for something based on only a description. xD But now, with this extra time burning a hole in my pocket, the idea of it has grown on me, like a beautiful, flowering moss on a defenseless rock. :U I must enter now, I can't stop myself, and I have of course waited until the last two days to do so, like the total boss that I am. 8P "slaps self" But anyway, the reason why I chose #4. you see, is because I really like the feel that I'm getting off of that description. OuO Believe me, I was tied between her, #6., and #5., as I adored the other two's possibilities as well. I pondered what strange beauty could remind one of the night, or what savage beast could hide behind a simple dare... but in the end, the illusive rarity, one of ice and isolation... she led me astray...

Desired name:
Bristol ~ Means "Site Of The Bridge."

Age:
She's about 17, but don't underestimate her in any way...

Personality:
Bristol, ehh, she's usually not too bad of a Daeet... okay, that's just a lie. She's can be as cold as she looks, prideful, hateful, and sometimes just plain mean, so watch what you say to her, and don't turn your back for a minute. Tell her she's cruel? Tell her she has no heart? She'll tell you like it is, since she has as little desire to make friends and influence others as a slug on it's way over the garden fence to spoil a thriving crop. She's only in it for the personal entertainment, and that is it. She learned that a long time ago. When she smiles that pretty, foxy little smile, if you're unlucky enough to be there and witness such a frightening event, run. If not, you might just be her next victim, or pet, whichever she chooses. Though don't be alarmed to occasionally see her charm her way into somebody's good graces; she obviously needs something that she can't easily get on her own. On that note, she couldn't care less what others think of her, and is only content when she gets her way and doesn't care who she has to manipulate to do so. However, she does like to feel pretty. Her appearance is very important to her, and she'll often clean her pelt when she rises in the morning, after every meal, and before sleep. And even sometimes in between. But this is only for her own benefit, since as far as she's concerned, her opinion is the only one that matters.

It might not surprise you to learn this, especially after what you've already learned of her, but she has a tendency to give others wide birth unless she wants to toy with them. She has her favorites, yes, she just doesn't tend to stick around long enough at a whack to sustain any repercussions for what all she's stirred up. So in other words, she's usually only around long enough to blossom a glorious amount of trouble before vanishing into the shadows forever with a wild and victorious cackle. Did I mention that she has her own version of humor that revolves directly around false rumors, girl drama, and trickery? Sadly, she's been this way since she was a young kit, and has always been her happiest in a scene of utter, chilling chaos. And I do mean chilling. I guess she just adapted that way at an early age, with her... powers the way they are. That's why she can regularly be spotted basking in the extreme, polar climates. You know, when she just needs to get away. Disaster is a common frame of mind in the Tundra you know. Where sub zero temps and famine are a day to day fact of life, a little extra snow and cold isn't noticed. When you're a creature of the ice, however, you thrive on this. Revel in it. Though she does travel inland frequently, and of course the snow and icy temps follow right with her.

But, even as cold as her personality is, well, it's about to get much, much colder. To go along with her other marvelous traits that she's built on over the years, she's a cynic to the bone and has a tongue that will cut you like a cold wind if necessary. You will not beat her in a battle of wits, and her agility is as smooth and cunning as black ice on an unsalted interstate. However, if I had to try and pick something about her that's positive, one good, admirable aspect, I'd have to say that it's her newly acquired ability to laugh in the face of death. Her only real fear in life is that she might eventually, truly, end up alone. Solitude isn't so much fun when you have no choice.

History:
Bristol was born into a wonderful family, in possibly one of the most beautiful places in their area, and was gifted with a doting mother and father, as well as 7 older siblings. However, what is most unique about this little one, is under the circumstances that she was born.
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"Ohh, sh sh sh..." the proud mother Daeet cooed to her newborn, nuzzling her like she was the most precious thing in all the world. Because to her, she was. "A special baby girl on a special day. I've never seen it snow like this in June before." her father mused thoughtfully, lowering his head to the youngsters level as snow blanketed down all around them. It was true, the snow had come out of nowhere as her mother was giving birth, and the temperature continued to drop as Bristol, just a tiny thing, shrugged the snow that collected on her like a pale covering. She didn't seem to mind, giving a soft smile and grunt as she snuggled deeper into her mother's fur, so the two parents had plenty of time to proudly gaze upon the little gem. Though as her mother licked a strand of hair from her child's forehead, she got a thoughtful look about her. "I think I'll call her Bristol." she finally said, looking hopefully to her mate for a response. He paused, pondering it as he glanced wonderingly from she to the child. "Bristol." he repeated, getting a good feel of the name as he swiftly shook the snow from his pelt. "Why not?" the mother Daeet asked, a larger snow flake landing on her nose as she eyed him with curiosity. "This is quite a strange occurrence we have here. Like you said, it never snows in June. And it didn't start snowing until she was born. What we're looking at here is a very magical, precious little living bridge between what’s perceived as normal..." she trailed off in delightful discovery, reaching down to clean away the snow that had reaccumulated on her kit. "And what isn’t." he blurted, finishing her thought with a proud smile as he mulled over where his daughter could have possibly inherited such a power. "She must have an ice element." he murmured to himself, but then his brow furrowed as his thought continued down a more troubling path. "A very strong one." he added softly, his eyes briefly glancing around at the white scenery with concern, but when his mate's gaze rose to search his, there was nothing but reassuring warmth there to greet her. "We should move her, it's getting awful cold." she suddenly said as the wind picked up, shivering underneath a sheet of fine snow. "Plus, if we can manage to drag the kids away from this freak weather, they need to meet the new addition." she chuckled with a small grin, managing to coax a grin from her love as well, and with one swift movement, was up and ready to take their new baby home.
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And that, my friends, was the beginning of the end of their quiet, peaceful family life. Oh yes, a lovely little snow storm to mark the beginning of Bristol's outstanding trilogy... except that it didn't stop at just a cute little snow storm like the ones you see on the front of a Hallmark card. It just kept snowing and snowing and snowing. And then came the freezing rain, coating everything in inches of ice, including the just barely filled out broadleaf flora that was all ready for a warm and toasty summer. Pfff, that didn't happen. Though you have to understand that she couldn't really help any of this. She was a baby with gifts, and she couldn't control them. It wasn't her fault that the sun hasn't shown around her for 10 square miles since the day she was born. It wasn't her fault that all the plants died in her wake, causing famine. It wasn't her fault, that the death toll rose into the hundreds. But others didn't see it that way. You see, from the time she was able to open her eyes, to the time she could finally run around after her siblings in the most energetic of fashions, she got blamed for an inordinate amount of things. Things she couldn't help, as well as some things that she could. Like refreezing her sister's drinking hole. Like forming sharp, pointy, and vertical ice shards on a fresh kill that a nearby family were about to eat. But the other things, the death and the famine and the infamy... those just followed her around like a plague. She finally felt the weight of the blame to such an extent, not only from her family, but from the neighbors, the Daeets from 10 square miles away, as well as the song birds that sit ruffled and accusingly outside their den, that she stopped caring what they all thought. Period. And with that, she got progressively, and exceedingly more... naughty.
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"Momma! Daddy!" Bristol's cheerful, kit's voice rang from across the clearing, obviously brimming over with excitement for one reason or another. Mommy and Daddy cringed beneath matching smiles of greeting. "Yes, little one?" Mommy called back with forced enthusiasm, her voice breaking just a little toward the end. That was right before her darling little kit tackled her full force, knocking them both to the snow covered ground as her mate side stepped to avoid a three Daeet pile up. Bristol scrambled on top of her mother, eyes flashing a mischievous glint, beaming down at her with a softly swishing tail. And then giggled. "Your expression when I do this never gets old!" she chirped through a grin, leaping off and darting around them in a circle like a wild thing as her father's heavy sigh mingled with her mother's hysterical titter. Ahh yes, the signal of her daily breaking point. Oh well, Mommy was used up again until tomorrow. However, Daddy was still fair game, and a much tougher nut to crack. Young Bristol, of course, had pulled this particular stunt 8 times already in one day. And hadn't even beaten her own record yet. Which is what she was after, like a programmed attack robot with one goal in it’s existence. And on top of that… it was so, much, fun! So much that she never tired of it. Giving a small squeal that meant she was moving in for the kill, she pounced onto her Daddy's huge, fluffy tail and proceeded to cling there for dear life. He ignored her after her initial gnawing and playful growls, as she did this on a daily basis as well, and then took off at a trot toward the river with her still dangling like a small, wriggling tassel. Most likely to give “Mommy” a short break from the madness. When they finally got there, Bristol still in tow, her seven brothers and sisters of varying ages were all happily at play in the waters edge, splashing and having a wonderful time despite the blistering weather... and then Bristol hit the ground, barreling toward them with a wild grin that signaled total mayhem as they all turned to stare in unison. Her siblings, as they did every time they saw her coming, reacted in an assortment of appalled expressions and shrill squeaks at her arrival. "IT'S HER!!!" one screamed in wide eyed horror, and then they were all fleeing in a flush of different directions. They’d managed to escape her all week… and now they were found. Daddy was calmly drinking in the river by now, blocking out what had unfolded around him for one, quiet moment alone. Of course, his newfound peace was only able to happen because Bristol had other priorities at the moment. She’d get back to him. Charging into the middle of them with a swift burst of speed, she crested a large river rock to proudly view her handy work. Their yelps and whines back and forth to one another were quickly fading off into the distance, and Bristol was scintillating victoriously. "Run, run away you cowards! But you can't hide from your little sister FOREVER!!!" she crowed in their general direction, pausing long enough to straighten her hair. It always got in a muss when she terrorized her siblings. She loved terrorizing her siblings... even if it did compromise her trim, clean appearance. And then, throwing her head over her shoulder with something just between smugness and total evil, she resumed her assault on daddy's tail...
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Sometimes, well, the term "bad seed" just doesn't even cut it. In these sort of instances, "bane of my existence" sometimes fits, but there's only one thing I can tell you, for sure. She was only a year old then. One. Year. Just a few months after her first Birthday. And she was that unbearable, and hadn't even started playing with her powers yet. The only thing I can really say improves about her as she ages is her endless supply of energy falls down to a more sustainable and average level. But that's it. Imagine, waking up to a day filled with that, full time, with no breaks... poor Momma and Daddy Daeet. I have two words to describe what happened as she matured, and she pulled just that one prank too many... Cataclysmic. Fallout.
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Bristol gazed distantly out over the horizon from her tall perch, letting her tail lick back and forth as she spied the border of where her icy hold subsided. The cliff she now overlooked was perfect for curse watching. It had neither receded, nor spread since her last inspection, but varied in spots depending on how far away she wandered from the den each day. It followed her everywhere. I did this, she thought calmly, quietly pleased with herself. Ten miles of barren wasteland at my disposal, and with such wonderful family to share it with... and at that, a sly grin slid onto her face, as much from her own possibilities as from what was now on her mind. Hmm, I wonder how Alissa reacted over that walnut I froze to her forehead. A dark chuckle erupted from her as she thought about it, shifting her weight just a hair in memory of how absolutely ridiculous she looked with that walnut stuck there. Such a sound sleeper. She deserved the nut though, after ratting her out to her mother over every little thing. Like she needed any help getting into trouble. HAH. "Now she has something to complain about at least." she mused aloud, giving a long stretch as she was about to turn back toward home, lazily pondering the lecture she would no doubtedly receive. But she never in a thousand years expected what came next. "BRISTOL, YOU NUISANCE. YOU HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE NUISANCE..." Okay, maybe she did expect that. Cue Alissa, madder than a flea ridden coyote... and the nut, still stuck right to her forehead. Normally, Bristol would have fled, cackling in a robust fashion that would have probably thrown Alissa into a much deeper and more furious rage, but instead, she threw her head back and boldly guffawed right there. "GEEEHEEHEE PRICELESS..." she chortled through now watering eyes, and when her sister got in range, she tackled Bristol like a linebacker. Okay, now to the part she neither expected, nor thought about before she stood there laughing like she wasn't standing in front of a very steep cliff. They went over it.
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It was a sad day for Bristol, and also the turning point in her life that gives her that cold, vaguely unsympathetic gaze to this day. By some freak accident, she managed to survive the fall. Her sister, however, did not. When she managed to stand, backing slowly away from the limp form beneath her, her limbs sore and her chest aching, the Daeet that was once her sister was as cold and motionless as the snow around her. All that Bristol could do was stare, wide eyed, shocked. It was an accident. It was an accident! It wasn't her fault! She never meant to kill anybody... no, NO. Her sister died over a walnut. A WALNUT. And in that moment, that moment that she heard her mother's heart-broken wails from above, and she looked up to see them all staring down at her, something clicked in her head. Something that she was now too late to act on. She really did care. She cared about her family's love, because deep down, it was always there, and there was never a threat of losing it. No matter how annoying she was, her family would always love her. So she took it for granted. And now, she had to leave. Because it was damaged beyond repair. She could see the mournful judgment in her father's eyes, and hear the familiar, but more acutely edged threats from what remained of her siblings.... but they seemed like so few without Alyssa. A tear. One, single, beautiful tear froze on her cheek as she stood there alone, her heart thundering painfully in her chest from the hurt of her entire family turning on her at once, and that's when she ran. Ran through the forest and kept on going. Some say she went north, as far north as she could get and never looked back. Some say she took her own life. Many rumors have passed around about her fate, the fate of the one that was born of ice. But when Bristol was gone, truly gone, and the wind filled in the last of her tracks that led out of the territory, one, proven fact can be conjured from all corners of the land... the ice went with her.
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The wind cut across the arctic landscape like a knife, howling into Bristol's face as she stared longingly out over the southern horizon. She was now seventeen years old, she had kept track of that at least, and she was almost ready. Isolation, isolation to a place that mirrored the weather that followed her everywhere anyway... it was a relief. It gave her time to recover, time to forget, to learn new things and gain new values... but most of all, time to just be herself. Like she liked to. Only she could be herself without the nagging. The senseless banter that she always heard when... no, she vowed to cut them from her life. To never think of them or even acknowledge them as family again. She wasn't one of them anymore. She was something new. A fearsome and wild entity that knew no boundaries. The Daeet took a few long strides forward, gracefully passing over the snow and toward what she desired in an effortless flow of movement. And when she stopped, her fur givinga a soft ripple in the wind, a wicked smile flashed over her fine features.
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One day, she will return.
To the forests.
To the place where her power shows.
Where the Daeets roam without a clue.
Where a big, open world out there just waits to be discovered...

And on that day, the fun will have only just begun.
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Where will it be used?
I would use her in art, stories, and Rps, as well as as a pretty do-dad for my sig. >w> I like to draw all of my characters doing various things, and I especially like to doodle them on paper. 83 I just doodled Hix and Covet with colored pencils the other day, and I always enjoy it so much. <3 So you'd prolly see some art of her at some point in digital format. >8D With Bristol in my possession, I would most likely start a story about the three of them as well, just for my own entertainment. :B

How will you use it?
Hmm, I'd say as an Official Character, as well as a Secondary. c: Since she'll have her own back story and such, I may make some stories and art just about her, as an official. But, she may also pop up in other stories and art as a secondary. o3o

Other
Nope. 8P
Do Not remove >>|Colors of Winter|

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[*Blackberry*]

I am so nervous DX I see alot of good forms.

[Starmz ♥]

Alright, finished my form (I think)!
If anyone could provide feedback that would be greatly appreciated - I'm also debating whether or not I should change her name to Noelle. Hmm.

Oh yes, and good luck y'all! c:

[BlazzingWolf]

Haha I'm out =P