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[Mr Fox.]

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Enemies since the ancient ones,
creatures have stayed seperate from those
not of their breed.
Wars have been fought, blood shed.
With nothing daring enough to try and
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the gaps in trust to merge the peoples.

Until now.

[Mr Fox.]

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[ Hiromi Furukawa ] ➜ [ 17 ] ➜ [ Single ] ➜ [ Artist ]

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"I'm a boy!!!!!"

Hiro was born on August 12th in the big town of Ontario, Canada. Though his family has lived
in Canada for as long as they can remember, his family is originally
from the island of Japan. Hiro is OFTEN mistaken as a girl and is even hit on by guys who
think he is a girl just because of his appearance. This upsets him a lot considering
he does indeed like males but a lot of them get mad when they find out
that he isn't actually a female. Which also leads to him being beaten up frequently.
There is one things about Hiro that is not as what it seems to be, besides the
fact that he looks like a young female instead of looking like his real gender,
Hiro isn't human. He is a young fairy boy with elf like ears and paper thin butterfly
like wings what he hides under his clothes. When needed he can change into a
small, four and three-fourths inch version of himself. Though he only does this
during emergencies because it obviously leaves him self nude.
One last thing about him is the fact that his blood isn't red. It's a more chromatic
silver color.


"I can't keep secrets.. "

Hiro is mostly a shy boy who will easily blush and easily get embarrassed
over small things, such as any one complimenting him in any way. Once he get
to know you though, it's a completely different story, he will often be very
hyper, loud, and cuddly. In all you are able to trust Hiro with anything. Well...
except secrets. Its not like he tries to go around and tell them. He just
has a bad habit of blurting them out and most often its to the person that
reaaaally shouldn't know.


" No, I'm not wearing extensions, Yes my hair is dyed. "

A question that Hiro gets asked many, many times is " are you wearing extensions?"
The answer to that is no. It is all his natural hair, just died to be the shade of
brown that he likes. Naturally his hair is still brown, just a mousier color that Hiro dislikes
because he thinks it looks like dry dirt. His eyes are indeed almond shaped
but he has big, brown irises that give his high the effect of being huge. Hiro
often has to put on sun screen just because of how pale his skin is and how easily
he gets sun burned. In comparison to other boys he is very tiny standing at four foot,
eleven inches and only weighing in at about eighty nine pounds.

"I don't do water."

Ever since Hiro was little he has been afraid of many things, one of them being large pools
of water. This was mostly due to a story his mother used to tell him of water
pixies who would come and steal little kids who played in their watering holes and
keep them forever. Due to this story, Hiro also never learned how to swim
because he didn't want to be stolen. Hiro also is afraid of blood. If he sees it
is is VERY likely that he will get woozy and then faint. Another thing that Hiro is afraid
of would be large dogs. When he was younger he was playing out side and a large
dog had some how gotten away from its owner, and tackled young Hiro
and proceeding to bark in the boys face until the owner ran over and got the dog off
of him. This even left Hiro terrified of dogs for life.

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full name | Hiromi Furukawa
nickname | Hiro (Hee-roo)
gender | Male
age | 17
d. o. b. | August 12
hometown | Ontario, Canada
mother | Ayaku Furukawa
father | Isamu Furukawa
siblings | Daisuke Furukawa
pets | Aki the Kitten
height | 4'11''
weight | 89lbs
style | Kawaii/Japanese pop
orientation | Panromantic Homosexual

main traits | Shy
+ traits | Protective, sweet, cuddly
- traits | Blurts things out
likes | Bubble gum, hard candy, cats,
hot chocolate, netflix
dislikes | Coffee, large bodies of
water, dogs, sight of blood
skills | Drawing
body mod.s | None

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Every time I look into your eyes
There's something deep inside my heart
That screams your name
I'll be insane If we keep going on like this
I even miss you when you're sleeping
here right next to me
There's no one else but you

We're living in a dream
An endless fantasy
You're never alone
so forget your sorrow
Hey we're meant to be
Just close your eyes, you'll see
that you're a part of me
My precious story
Fly away

All this time
We've laughed until we cried
just to see each other smile
and now
you'll always be the one for me
that makes me feel like I'm alive
I'm still searching for that story
we always dreamt of
I hope you're searching too

We're living in a dream
An endless fantasy
You're never alone
so forget your sorrow
When all you feel is pain
I'll kiss you in the rain
'cus everything's okay
when we're together
Me and you

We're living in a dream
An endless fantasy
You're never alone
oo forget your sorrow
Hey, we're meant to be
Just close your eyes, you'll see
that you're a part of me
My precious story

[Mr Fox.]

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[ Keenan Merther ] ➜ [ 19 ] ➜ [ Single ] ➜ [ The blind one ]

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"Who's there?"

Keenan Merther is a seer, who wasborn nineteen years ago on January fifth in a small
hospital in Anchorage, Alaska. His birth was what caused the death of his
mother who was also a seer. "The birth of power requires the death of another
equal power." Keenan's father was devastated by the loss of his wife and it only
hurt him even more to find out that his son was blind. Keenan's mother had never prepared
her husband for her up coming death even though she knew that his birth would be the
end of her since she first found out that she was pregnant.


"Don't touch me!! "

Keenan has a severe hatred of being touched, due to the fact that when a
person touches him it will always reveal their past no matter how private and hidden
it is. If a person has had to rough or shocking of a history it may even throw
Keenan into a short of seizure and cause him to pass out. He often gets nose bleeds
after seeing some ones past or catching glimpses of of future.


" I am damned. "

Keenan has always believed that he is damned in some way or that his power
of knowing is in some way an evil curse/punishment. It is always making
have an overwhelming feeling of guilt that is always hanging over his head. He believes
that bother his mother's and fathers deaths were his fault. His mother
died because he was born, and his father was hit by a drunk semi-driver. Keenan
had seen what would happen to his father a week before it actually
happened though he never said a word about it to any one because he
was afraid that his father would be pushed over the edge with the worry it
would cause him.


"Little parts of me. "

When Keenan was thirteen years old his aunt, who is also a seer,
gave him two gorgeous ball pythons to help protect him from the out side
world. The one python was completely white and the other completely
black. Keenan easily decided to name them after the Gemini twins,
Castor and Pullox. They have been with him ever since, never leaving his
side even if it meant that they had to be wrapped around his body and hidden under baggy
sweaters. They keep watch when he is sleeping or has passed out and when there
Are strangers around they will tighten their grip around his body the slightest
but so that he is aware some one else is there. Due to the fact that most places
wouldn't allow the snakes, he is forced to wear baggy clothes and sweaters a lot of
The time.

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full name | Keenan Mether
nickname | Keen
gender | male
age | 19
d. o. b. | january 5th
hometown | Anchorage, Alaska
mother | Ariana Avalon-Merther (seer)
father | Jakob Merther
siblings | none
pets | Castor the Leucistic Ball Python
Pollux the Super Black Pastel Ball Python
height | 6'
build | average
style | dark
orientation | Sapiosexual Homosexual

main traits | blind, paranoid
+ traits | kind, generous
- traits | paranoid, afraid of touch
likes | music
dislikes | touching, not seeing
skills | sees others past when
touching them,can get glimpses
of the future
body mod.s | left hand

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When He was young his mind was pure and free
An ambitious boy, with ambitious dreams
Who knew that He’d grow up to be Trapped in his mind, a detainee
Just like a ship lost at sea He lost his faith lost all belief
No shred of hope of ever returning.
Just close your eyes. Trapped in a fog he realized
This is his demise He’s practically paralyzed
This sickness conditions and all of the symptoms
Prescriptions can’t fix this, this horrible illness.
Wind starts to blow The rain pours as the waves crash below
The beacons glow Fades away as he fights the undertow
This storm is encroaching his mind that’s eroding
The fog comes in flowing The storm is approaching
The fog

The thunder’s crashing And clouding up your head
Your thoughts and your memories
Dissolve and the water’s turning red
No weather warning Nobody could predict
The forecast, the anguish, the suffering, He’s sick.
These waves, walls, they won’t bring him down.
He’ll find his way out past the clouds
He’ll rise up and never be drowned Determined to rout his way out
Of this fog

He can’t see through this haze
Confusion, delusions, his mind’s in a daze. Can’t recognize a face.
No memories of loved ones not even a trace
He’s ready to go and you can see it in his face (He’s moving on)
He will escape this maze
And conquer the haze he’s no longer afraid.

[shinjisouffle]

Bryce
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xxxxFull Name: Bryce Downs
xxxxNickname: Bri
xxxxGender: male
xxxxAge: 18
xxxxD.O.B October 17th
xxxxHometown: Portland, Oregon
xxxxMother:Blaze Downs
xxxxFather: ???
xxxxSiblings: none
xxxxPets: Titi the Red Tegu
xxxxHeight: 5' 7''
xxxxBuild: Slim
xxxxStyle: Hipster/Vintage
xxxxOrientation Pansexual

xxxxMain Traits: Pessimistic, disgruntled, passive
xxxx+ Traits: Open, loyal
xxxx- Traits: Worries, resistant to change
xxxxLikes: Monotone things, his garden, photography
xxxxDislikes Bright colors, angry people, thunder
xxxxSkills: Can preform basic spells and magic with a focus on potions and hexes

"'ＳＵＰ"

Bryce lives in Portland, Oregon with his mother, Blaze, a respected flame witch in the coven. They originally were in a smaller fishing town in nearby, but his mother needed to attract more business to her little shop, and what better place than Portland? People ate her little charms and remedies up. Bryce loves to help around the garden and study magic under the close supervision of his mother. He especially loves making potions; both benign and poisonous. Hexing the people that are rude to him is nice too.

"Okay, but why?"

Bryce is kind of a self outcaster. He is fine with people, but if he feels they don't 'get him' then he's out. He's also very reluctant to go to any social event with people he doesn't know or doesn't like. He's very open about how he feels in any given situation and gives the blunt truth, which people usually don't like. Yeah, those jeans make you look fat. What? Why are you mad? Whatever. Bryce doesn't really care.

"No I won't take your picture, stop asking."

Asking won't make him agree. People know he's a great photographer and has a very nice (and expensive camera) so he is asked that all the time. And the answer is still no. He prefers taking pictures of nature and still things, not people. His mother is indifferent to his little hobby. As long as he keeps up with his studies she could care less.

"He's just not here."

Bryce has no idea where his father went when he was little since his mother keeps her lips tight on the subject. He's fine without him anyways, but sometimes gets curious. Was he not a respectable wizard? Did he do something bad to get kicked out of the coven? Or was he a different species completely, and was shamed for having relations with Blaze?

[shinjisouffle]

Grayson
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xxxxFull Name: Grayson James Durnel
xxxxNickname: Gray
xxxxGender: male
xxxxAge: 19
xxxxD.O.B July 20th
xxxxHometown: Redmond, Washington
xxxxMother: Claire Durnel
xxxxFather: Jay Durnel
xxxxSiblings: Fiona Durnel, older sister
xxxxPets: none
xxxxHeight: 5' 5''
xxxxBuild: Average
xxxxStyle: Mostly sweatshirts and jeans, occasional beanie.
xxxxOrientation Bisexual

xxxxMain Traits: Upbeat, jocular
xxxx+ Traits: Friendly, smart
xxxx- Traits: Lazy, can be selfish, nosy
xxxxLikes: Naps, hanging with friends, warm drinks
xxxxDislikes Cold places, being stuck inside
xxxxSkills: He has his cat form he can turn into at will.

"'BRUH"

Grayson was born in Redmond, Washington to two shifters, which are beings who are born with one animal they are tied to and can eventually turn into. Of course they don't find out what their animal is until around age thirteen.The family of the animal that be be shifted into runs in families, and his was feline. His mother had a beautiful lioness form, his father a tiger, and his sister a lynx. He was prepared to get an awesome form like a panther or a cheetah, but no. He got a Maine Coon cat.

"Dude!"

Yeah he wasn't very happy with that. Embarrassed too. It took him a long time to accept his form. But then he realized he could roam around outside in his form and not stand out, people could just think he was someone's pet cat. Plus he made a pretty cute coon.

"Hey, so, I drove by your house and you weren't home...What's up?"

Grayson is so nosy. He feels he needs to be in everyone's business all the time. If he doesn't know what a friend is doing, he will call them or visit if they don't pick up the phone. He hates feeling out of the loop, or being the second or worse, the third person to find out something.

"That's mine!"

Despite all this, Grayson can be really selfish sometimes. He's always: 'No you can't use my blanket', 'That snack is mine', or 'I can't I'm having me time'. Grayson likes doing things his way, and in ways that benefit himself.

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Keenan
He wondered slowly down the curvy path that wove its way through the towns part. Keenan loved the part because of the lack of people that actually traveled within it due to the worlds technological advances. Most people were too busy on their phones to come this far into the part or were hidden in their houses on some sort of gaming counsel. His clothes were as baggy as usual, a grey hoodie and black pants that basically would be the out come of sweat pants and yoga pants had given birth to a child. Pullox was wrapped loosely around his lower stomach and castor was wrapped around one of his shoulders, the snaked head just visible out of the collar of the hoodie. Both snakes almost completely hidden from sight.

Hiro
Hiro skipped aimlessly down the towns main street, he never really had a place that he really had to be and often wandered around the town without a care in the world. It was just his nature. Kind and care free. His pace only quickening a little bit when he passed a local bar. Alot of the town knew him as the little queer boy and they would happily beat him, especially if they had one to many. Today was not one of Hiro's lucky days. A big burly man grabbed him by his hair and slammed him into the wall, causing him to whimper from the pain not just on his back but also on his fragile wings. " Where do you think you're going ya REMOVED fairy?" The man growled, not knowing just how ironic his comment was.

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Bryce
He shut the front door to the house grumbling. His mother wanted him to go into the woods to gather some herbs she needed. He groaned, but agreed and headed out. Bryce didn't care for gathering trips; it was boring and hard to find the plants needed. He was lucky it was just some basic leaves she needed, not too much of a pain, but Bryce did need to go pretty far in to grab them. She didn't even let him take Titi!

Sighing, Bryce picked up the pace and headed for the path that led to the town over. It was the quickest way to get where he needed to be, and he rarely saw people on it.

Grayson
He loved walking around in his cat form. He loved it so much. He could spy on people or follow them around, and no one thought twice about the cat. And people loved petting him almost as much as he loved being pet.

Grayson padded across the street and his sharp ears heard a whimper. He decided to check it out and followed the sound, not knowing what to expect.