[bite sized kuiper]

gift art for winner uwu

by me eyyy

[Baylin]

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➸ Username; Terell
➸ Name; Scotty
➸ Gender; male
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Personality; Scotty cares a lot about everyone/everything,
he always does his best to make a good impression on everyone he meets.
Most of the time Scotty thinks about things that have happened
or haven't happened yet and how they could go/have gone better.
Usually, that's his muse. Sometimes, even when he is tired things like that keep him up at night.
Often Scotty works himself to the point of exhaustion and will still push on.
He'll make up for lost sleep by taking several small naps during the day, mostly involuntary.
Scotty is an art student who works a full-time job during the day and he goes to art class at night.
with all the assignments, he rarely gets time to sleep. And with all the extra work he puts in
Scotty hopes one day to go into animation, but for now, he wants to learn as much as possible
with traditional art.

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Story;
The sun had begun to rise when a loud alarm went off, causing Scotty, who was in a large slumber, to wake up.
The boy yawned, and turned off the beeping machine.
Rubbing his eyes, he slipped out of the bed and fixed the pillows and blanket to make it look just right.
He then shuffled to his closet and put on a random outfit, after grabbing a quick bite and finishing up with the basic necessities
Scotty quickly locked the door and left for work.
'The weather is quite nice.' He thought.
'Not too hot, not too cold.'
He then smiled and made his way down the road.

Scotty passed by the neighborhood coffee shop, normally he'd pass by but today he could use a little boost.
He walked inside and asked the gentlemen at the counter for a coffee. When it was done, he paid.
"Thank you, thank you."
He then left, without realizing he had said thank you twice.
By 8:30 am he had made it to his job at the hardware store. Everything was the same as it had been since he started. He didn't enjoy his job, but he didn't hate it.
He flipped the closed sign to open and walked behind the desk.
It was an old fashion store in the city, surprisingly, though it was
very popular with young couples looking to decorate their
apartments.

The day had gone by surprisingly fast, which Scotty was grateful for. Once it struck 9pm, he quickly punched out and left the store.
The pay wasn't bad so he really didn't mind the schedule. It paid for pretty much everything he needed.

The college where he took classes was on the other side of the city, he
usually took the train.
Making his way towards the subway and picking up another coffee, Scotty quickly pulled out his pass and boarded the train.
Opening his bag, Scotty took out his sketch book, and began to draw.
He smiled, as he usually did when he drew. It was something that
made him happy no matter what he did.
After finishing two large sketches, the train came to his stop.
Scrambling to put his items away Scotty exited the train before it
began to roll away. Once again, making its way to a different destination.

He approached the door at the school when someone Held it open for him.
He smiled at the nice lady, letting out a cheerful "Thank you!" As he entered.
In his class, he took a seat at one of the empty tables and began unpacking his sketchbook and art materials. Soon most of the
students had arrived and the teacher had moved to the front of
the room.
"You have a few minutes to touch up your drawings before I grade them. Get to work everyone" she said walking around the room eyeing
some of the younger student's work.

A few hours had passed and class was almost over. The teacher had another assignment for tonight,
And just like that, the class ended.
"Goodbye and Goodnight,!" The teacher said. Bubbly as ever.
Scotty got up, and made his way out of the classroom, holding the door for multiple people, before leaving himself.

The train doors opened, allowing him to enter. He sat at the closest seat and placed his stuff beside him.
Laying his head on the back of the chair, he closed his eyes, and slowly drifted to sleep.
-And of course, he missed his stop.

Art; in form
both by me

[Ines.]

aa when does this end ??

September 30th

[Cheeb]

marking just to watch! <3

[Bettalong]

marking to help a friend!! <33

[koegami]

Reserved maybe

[rockosaur]

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Username; rockosaur
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Name; Markos
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Gender; Male
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Personality; A kind soul, he finds no reason to fight with others and avoids it as much as possible. Cam put you into your place if you are being rude. But can be childish around friends and acts extremely serious around others.
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Story; he works as a nurse in Wars. But one War had been different. The war with Lily and Hyde, their war was on wether there should be one main ruler, or one ruler with lots of helpers. This was the most difficult one he had helped in he had to stay overnight every single day and hadn't gone home until the war ended. And has saved countless lives because of his work.
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[Ines.]

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[Cecelia]

Username;
Cecelia
Nice to meet you! I'm a non owner
Name;
Quentin
Gender;
Male
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Personality;;;
He was once Heaven But he isn't anymore. He's different
and a little bit broken. He's life hasn't always been easy.
He lost a friend when he was young. And now it has come
back to bit him. He wished he could change what happened
then. He's changing it now.He has hardened his heart and
sharpened his mind. He changed his name. He changed his
life. He's changing his fate.
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Story;
He was in a coffee shop and it made hm sad. He was romancing
about his days as a barista. He missed it but he had a mission now.
Quentin checked his watch. The informant was late. Two then three
minutes passed. The bells on the door jingled. This must be them.
It was. The other plumerian of unknown gender sat at his table.
"Hello Love" they whispered "I have it." He felt a rough folder slide on
to his flap. It was heavy. It was thick. "You know my price" they left.
They took their payment. It was not money. Quentin would miss it dearly.
The Plumie he was looking for was worth more. He was so close to finding her.
He was about to commit and crime punishable by death.
Espionage was nothing knew to him.

Art [max 2]
By MyFatPug

[Sullivan Maurus]

: Username :
Amxen no.XV

: Name :
Dustbunny
Often called Dust or Dusty.

: Gender :
Male

: Personality :
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To be honest, I've never been a very active person. I'm the type to just kick back and watch the clouds. That's how I've always been. Sure, sometimes when I get bored I'll rear up on my hind legs and spin until I get dizzy. Then, I just fall onto my back and watch the world spin. Never really one for games or adventure. I like to take life slow and not risk ending it sooner with risky activities. I like to meditate a lot, and I also practice martial arts for self defense purposes. Did I mention I'm a pacifist? Because that's kind of important to me. I won't hurt something unless I absolutely, 100%, have to. Also, if I ramble and go off on tangents, I have a very minor case of ADHD. I get easily distracted when I talk for long periods of time, which makes me awful at telling stories. I just can't concentrate long enough to and I often forget what I'm even talking about... Wait, what was I talking about before this? Oh, right, being peaceful and what not. I've never been one for conversation with others. Sure, I like a good chat, but I won't talk for days on end with someone else. I do have a friend or two, at least, I think I do. I definitely know that Bark and I are friends. Probably because Bark is a birch tree. But enough about Bark because he's always taking all the attention. Anyway, people have always described me as bland and boring, but I'm really not. I'm just really calming and relaxed, which apparently people don't like. Aside from that, I'm also just very optimistic about life. I don't like to let it blow by without enjoying it. I'm not getting any younger, you know.

: Story :

Now that I think about it, I don't think my real name is Dustbunny. I think people just called me that because I'm grey and I don't move. I think the other kids called me that just to be mean. I like it, though. It fits my style. I also seem to recall a nice boy that I liked, but he left. I don't remember why, but one day he just disappeared. I never got to tell him how I felt. I wish him well in life, and I hope I see him again someday. Sometimes when I sit by Bark and feel the wind in my fur, I remember why Bark is here. When I was young, a fire destroyed the forest that used to be here. I was, to say the very least, heartbroken. I went out and found a birch sapling and planted it up on the hill. I hope the forest grows back someday. I think Bark wishes he had more tree friends sometimes, just like I wish I had more Plumerian friends. I meditate sometimes when I'm with Bark. I try to block out all my troubles with the power of nature. Sometimes, though, I can help but think about how my past wasn't the best. Sometimes I wish those kids would go away. Sometimes I wish my friend didn't leave. Sometimes I wish the fire didn't come. If none of that happened, though, I wouldn't be who I am today, a peaceful, nature loving old man. I wouldn't have it any other way.

: Art :
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