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as of 4/9/2017 you will not be able to redeem RUNNER UPS from this contest since its been like half a year and i dont work for gator goblins anymore!

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this gator goblin is..a delinquent (please read all of the below before trying-out!)

their contest is to tell me about their past! (only rules are: keep it cs friendly, dont base them off yandere simulator or name them JOUSUKE or ONIGAWARA.[jousukes taken and onigawara tenga is who i based them on?] and general GG rules)

if you have a second best imo form, you get a runner up of the original. (the designs already set. it is dark magenta themed.)
5 other people will be chosen for runner ups of this gg.they are part of the original's gang [purple gg above is the gang leader. they will all be based on different types of bousozoku] you can ask me to base them on your form's character, however! you should give me a different description of what they should look like)
if this is REALLY confusing please let me know and ill try to explain it best i can again! i suck at writing and i am really sorry
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ends october 20th | 10/7/2016
(or whenever theres..enough people)
extras are allowed if you want to!
there is no word limit!

[rockosaur]

going to mark dis
what a lovely gang boy

[KarKat Vantas ♋]

Username: Karkat Vantas ♋️
name: Shāpu Sumi
gender: male
element: Descry

their past?
Rain poured down on the shadow stained gravel road of a seemingly forgotten town late at night. Frogs croaked sadly every so often, their tired voices becoming shroaded in the heavy downpour. A dimly visible yellowish light began to tear away at the darkness and rain as a young, dark goblin gator pedalled their way down the bumpy and slick path. They were breathing heavily, moving their legs up and down as fast as they could. The waters from the sky were flowing down the young child's face, causing them to squint their eyes fiercely, trying not to get anything in their eyes. The gravel shifted and swayed out from underneath the bike's wheels as the GG made their way through the night.
After biking a good couple of hours, the young lad pulled the breaks on the handles, and stopped in front of a ruggedy, small house with a completely battered fence. Letting out a nervous yet frustrated sigh, the child walked up to the chipping front door, clenching his fists just thinking about what his parents were going to do to him when he got inside.
Opening the door slowly, the small gator peered around the inside of the completely dark void of a home, making sure that the coast was clear of any parents. Seeing that nobody was awake, the boy carefully slipped off his rugged school shoes, and began to make his way towards his bedroom. Thunder shook the house violently out of seemingly nowhere, scaring the boy so much, that he nearly screamed. Luckily for him, though, he had slapped his hand over his mouth, stifling the scream, causing it to fade away into the thunder.
Rushing over to his room, the young GG quickly, and quietly, swung a room's door open and slipped in; closing it behind him. The door had a ripped sheet of paper taped to it, it read: "Shāpu only".
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The loud, cursing sound of an alarm clock screaming awoke Shāpu in a boggy state. Reaching his arm over the bed and towards his bedside table, he began slapping the hard wood object, completely missing his intended one. Swearing under his breath, he completely sat up in his bed and slapped the ringing alarm right off of his nightstand. It landed with a loud 'kthonk' on the chipping hard wood floor, breaking it, but not killing it's noise; a faint buzzing could be heard from the shattered helper.
Angrily sighing, Shāpu got out of bed and picking up the clock, looking at the time: 5:30am. Was it really that time, or did it say that time because it was broken? Shāpu didn't seem to care. Sliding his room door open, Shāpu slipped on his slippers and trudged groggily over to his kitchen.
Opening a small, water damaged cabinet, the dark and beaten looking GG took out a slightly cracked bowl and then a lone, crushed box of cereal. Going over to, and then sitting at a floor mat in the middle of his kitchen, Shāpu placed the bowl down on the mat, and poured the cereal into the bowl; not even bothering to get milk or a spoon, the clearly aggravated GG began eating the dry flakes with his hands.
"Why had I had that dream?" He asked himself, referring to the first lines of text from the entry above. Looking down at his breakfast, if you'd call it that, Shāpu's face began to twist into one of pure anger. "They were never even worried if I just disappeared. They didn't even do anything the next morning. They didn't even notice that I was gone." The bowl of cereal was silent. The whole house was silent. Shāpu sighed.
Getting up from his mat, he took his bowl and threw the whole thing into the trash.
Looking outside the window, he saw how bright it was outside. The sun was burning his eyes, making him squint. Turning his head over towards his extremely old and out of date microwave, the rough goblin noticed the real time: 7:15am. Scrabbling to his feet, the startled GG dashed back to his room, tearing his closet to seemingly shreads looking for his coat and shades. He was late. Late for his gang meeting. He had always told his 'friends' to never be late or he'd whoop 'em, but now was his day to be whooped.

Slipping on his coat as he ran out the front door, not even bothering to close it behind himself, he hopped on his motorcycle and started it up, racing down his crowded, damp, and cramped neighborhood streets. Flipping his shades out, he put them on over his eyes, allowing him to see the disgusting world in front of him better.
Shāpu hated the city of Kōron, but he couldn't afford to live anywhere else, not to mention he could barely even afford to live in the battered and crumbling house he lives in now. Kōron was a rough, broken down, and crime burdened city, located just under the grand city of 'Yeollyeolhan', home to the famous M.J.'s studio, and Margarette's once lavish casino.
Shāpu hated the residents of Yeollyeolhan. Everyone that lives there must be so well off and living life in luxury. Shāpu began to become overwhelmed with envy, completely forgetting about his meeting with the gang. His breathes became heavy as he clenched his fists on his motorcycle's handles, revving his engines.
What was he going to do? The envious gator pulled his bike over to the side of the road, flipped up the kickstand, and leaned against the motorcycle; arms crossed in front of him, his eyes gazing furiously at the tall, and luxuriously styled hotels of Yeollyeolhan. Those buildings mocked him and everyone who lived in Kōron. The way they cast their shadows down upon the city disgusted Shāpu.
...But something felt wrong. Shāpu tried to shake the feeling away, but a foggy memory began to play in his head.
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"Hey!" A young gator missing one of his front canines shouted eagerly as he ran towards the young Shāpu. Reaching the dark GG, the other said, "Hey, I heard about what happened to your, uhm, f-friend? Or, what ever you'd want to call them, but, I got you something." Pulling out a small pin from their pocket, the young kid handed it over to Shāpu. Shāpu didn't take it. He didn't want the kid's pity present. "Get lost. How many times do I have to tell you, that no matter what you do, you'll never be a part of my group?" The little kid looked to the ground, looking defeated and red-faced. Clenching onto the pin, the canine-less GG began to run back to his home in the grander city above.
'What a wimp.' Shāpu had thought to himself as he slipped his bandaid covered hands into his dirty pant pockets. "Yeah! That's right!" The young, dark gator shouted as he cuffed his hands against his mouth, "Go back to your rich mommy and daddy, and whine to them that you didn't get every little thing that your rich butt wanted!"
Shāpu put his hands down and stopped shouting insults at the helpless kid. A sharp feeling stung inside of his young chest. A feeling of guilt and sorrow. But, he wouldn't let that show. People in his city were supposed to be tough, and weren't supposed to care about the filthy rich penny-heads.
A group of roughed up and bandaid covered kids came out from behind an abandoned building nearby, and strutted their way over towards their 'friend'. "Nice job, pipsqueak," the oldest of the group had told him, "now hopefully that little rich, money-suckling baby never turns their wealthy little head around our terf again, or we'll have to bop him." The other kids hissed excitingly in agreement. Shāpu puffed out his chest, hiding his feelings of guilt, and putting on a face of pride, said, "Yeah, if that kid ever comes back again, we'll bop him."
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Shāpu hadn't noticed the tears running down his face until now. Whipping them away, he pushed his sunglasses up his snout and made his way to the nearby icecream parlor.
'Why hadn't you of just made friends with that kid?' Shāpu asked himself as he walked. 'That kid was rich, so rich, you could have gone into his mother's casino for free if you had just have been friends with him for at least a couple of years.' Shāpu began clenching and unclenching his fists, his face reddening in anger and regret. 'That kid is famous now, living life so, so fabulously, while you're still stuck down here in this pit.' Sweat began rolling down his forehead, 'you idiot, you imbecile; you just had to let you're stupid pride and your stupid gang get in your way of actually living a descent life, with money!' Shāpu stopped walking. He was shaking with rage. Looking at the ground, all he could imagine was how that rich little kid looked towards the ground when he had told him to get lost for the last time. That little kid with no canine tooth had tried his absolute hardest to be friends with him and to be in their group. They gave Shāpu gifts, they did almost all of the stupid and irresponsible things that the other gang members had dared him to, he tried his absolute hardest at everything to- Shāpu looked up from the ground with sudden realization. The great M.J. had been trying to impress him. Him of all people. 'Why had I never asked him why he came down here of all places looking for friends?' Shāpu turned around and looked at the towering buildings of Yeollyeolhan, a feeling of confusion rising up within him.
Why does he hate that city?
Did he even have a reason other than jealousy and envy?
No. He didn't.
Shāpu crossed his arms and thought deeply about the gang member that he had lost the day before he had told the younger M.J. to get lost. For the longest time, Shāpu had been angry at the citizens of Yeollyeolhan for his 'friend's' death, but as he thought, those rich people had nothing to do with it. It was his idiot friend that gotten himself killed in an alley way by some shady person that also lived in Kōron.
For the first time in a long time, Shāpu let out a little chuckle. "Look at yourself, Shāpu," he said as he began walking towards the towering city, "you're walking your sorry butt over to that fancy city right now. But you feel good." It was true what Shāpu told himself. He felt, strangely good for talking things over with himself. He felt as though his jealousy had flown away, but, no matter what he did, his envy would never go away. But that's okay, because he had finally pushed it away, allowing himself to feel good.

Walking over to the gigantic, perfectly carved and clean city sign, reading: the city of Yeollyeolhan, he stopped and leaned up against it. A small smile crept up his face. He didn't care what time it was, and if he ever saw his gang again...
The small smile faded from his face. His gang needed him, though. He was their boss, their leader.

Thinking about things for a good amount of time, Shāpu had decided that he would go back to his gang. Besides, what would he even do in that rich city, anyway? He had no money, and he surely couldn't apologize to M.J.; that famous star would most likely have hundreds, even thousands of others swarmed around him, and Shāpu would just be another face in the crowd. M.J. probably wouldn't even recognize him.
Shāpu began walking back further into his nasty and vulgar city, his head hung low, feeling defeated. Wishing that he could change his past, wishing that he had never stuck himself in his gang, wishing that he could be one of the lucky gators that lives in Yeollyeolhan, wishing that he had taken his hundreds of chances to be M.J.'s friend. But now he was alone and longing for real friends, just like how he had left the young M.J..

Shāpu began to walk towards the designated building of his gang's meeting. His heart was hurting, but he didn't allow his face to show it. He didn't want to be with his gang anymore, but he couldn't just leave them. They'd harass him and force him to leave Kōron, but Shāpu would have nowhere else to go. And, besides, even though his gang members weren't the best people, they were always there for him. Yeah. Who needs that fancy rich city anyway?
Shāpu took in a deep breath and began to walk quicker, swifter. He didn't need money or real friends. What was he even thinking, wanting to go over to Yeollyeolhan to try and redeem himself? He needed no redemption. He's lived his life too long in the dark and self-destroying city of Kōron to be redeemed.
The dark GG kicked up the glossy and chipped gravel from the road as he began running.

It was getting dark.
He'd be with his gang, soon.



extras:
Shāpu's music playlist
-Chain Hang Low (Crizzly & AFK remix)
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Current life:
Shāpu is currently working the nightshift as an icecream truck driver for his mostly nocturnal town.
He is still apart of his gang, and has a burning, envious desire to live in Yeollyeolhan. Not to gain money or friends, but to get away from the dark hole of a city that he is living in now.
Shāpu currently lives inside of the icecream truck that he works in, because he couldn't afford his old, broken down home anymore.

[Evils]

username: Evils
name: Rosuto Hitobito
name meaning: Lost Human
gender: Male
element: Nature


their past?:

-Was raised by thieves
-Hates his powers of nature and wishes to have descry
-Lost himself in the forest at a young age to find he truly enjoys his powers
-Chase/fight scenes (cs friendly)
-Acts tough to fit in with his gang/leader
-Has learned to accept the fact he'll never change
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[Meleys]

Res ~

[La Volpe]

username: La Volpe
name: George
gender: male
element: descry
sexuality: bisexual
apperance: tall, average weight, slight muscle in front arms.
their past?:
- he doesn't know his true parents.
- adopted into a kind loving family, however he struggled to fit in with them.
- Would stay out late at night with friends, they would sometimes steal some little things from stores.
- Usually would always get told off by his adopted parents, but he would argue back at them.
quirks: George like to paint his claws different colours, he tends to leave them their natural colour when he is around his gang as he doesn't want to seem less masculine.
likes:stealing, his gang members, violence.
dislikes: the police, others that annoy him, others that break their promises.

[corgiboy]

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Don't worry i have been working on this this whole time (my writing is being worked on in google docs)
ahhhhh <3

[SmileChild]

Small res C:

[RedFur1322]

username: RedFur1322

name: Cryo

gender: Male

element: Descry

their past?:

Cryo was always one to talk. He made big stories up, exaggerated beyond belief, and often ruined any chance he had of success with his twisted and bombastic lies. He was always a sly one, trying to wedge himself under the other goblin gators trust only to flip it upside down and put them on the spot to where they can say no. He was a con artist, a smooth talker, and a dominant figure to others.
His parents tried to put his... "talent"... to good use, or at least make some use of it. They wanted him to excercise that ambitious and cunning energy into one that could benefit him in the near future. He became a dealer of goods and wares, using his big talk to trick others into buying his merchandise. Not really what his parents were thinking of, but it worked.

After a while of fumbling around, trying to make use of himself, Cryo decided to become a traveling merchant. He gathered lackluster goods from all over the worlds biggest dumpsters, thriftshops, you name it, and cleaned em' up to make them look like they were worth something. He told extravagant stories of when he would fight crocodiles for a simple clay pot he bought at a poor traveling stand. Jewelry he found at the bottom of the ocean that he really bought from the dollar store. All of this worked in his favor, the customers buying into his grand adventures and taking the wares off his hands so he could go scrounge up some more. His greed and lies got so ridiculous he was selling bundles of garbage to gullible goblin gators all around the world, different gators traveling from afar to take a look at his "fine treasures."

However, his mad success did not last long. He forgot one little detail; the labels. He never took them off of his merchandise, leaving a small white sticker or hidden tag in most of his items. When the customers would set them up in their humble abodes, they would often discover the label and realize Cryo's deception. Most customers were absolutely enraged for spending thousands on a two dollar pot, and went wild. The revolt against Cryo and his products was so massive that it went viral, and entire nations shunned him for his trickery. He had nowhere to go, and everytime he ran into an angry customer he was forced to give up the cash. Half the time he was beaten up by the customers, who proceeded to tip his cart and steal his money. Thanks to his dirty tricks, he as left with nothing. Bruised and battered with only a wrecked cart as his shelter, he struggled along, trying to find some purpose in life.

Eventually, the sorrowful and exhausted Cryo stumbled across a smaller, more vunerable Goblin Gator. Though he was in pain, hungry, and quite tired, he did his best to intimidate the smaller being. Maybe he could scare him into retrieving some food. However, to his surprise, the small gator did not move. Instead, it turned to him, sticking it's snout right in his face and stared right at him, as if challenging his authority. Shocked, Cryo backed up, surprised at the dominant action of such a small Goblin Gator. The smaller gator backed him up knto a corner, Cryo's back pressed against the hard brick for a good 2 minutes as the Gator stared him in the eye. After what seemed like an eternity, it spoke. "Looks like we got ourselves an intruder... Heh. What is a weakling like you doing in our town, aye?" It hissed in a sinister voice. Cryo had never felt this feeling before. Fear.

When he didn't respond farther than a few gulps, the smaller Gator laughed and dug his foreclaws into Cryo's arms. "What, cat got your tongue?" He said, his rancid breath reaching Cryo in a matter of moments. "Hey guys, check this freeloader out!" The small gator cried. Cryo stared in awe as the shadows moved, revealing sinister eyes and yellow teeth brought into a sneer. Suddenly, he was surrounded by a gang.
The small gator backed off, allowing Cryo to fall to his feet and shrink in fear. The gators advanced on him quickly, their feet pounding at the gravel in a race to reach this criminal. Then, as if magic, their was a pause. They all stopped.

One particular Goblin Gator stood from the crowd, approaching Cryo with a glint of interest in his eyes. Ahen he got close enough, he shoved him back into the wall, and stared at him. "Cryo, isn't it? Aren't you that criminal that everyone hates? You must be somethin' special, kid." The gator said, before allowing Cryo and get back on his feet. Cryo stuttered, sweating quite a bit. "Y-yea, that's me..." He muttered, nervous and in pain. The other Gators laughed in unison, amused by his weak response. "Tell you what, kid. You make me laugh. Come 'er. "
Cryo shuffled to the bigger Gator, his head down in a respectful yet submissive manner. Whag was he goin to do? What were THEY going to do? His fear was reaching new hieghts now, his body shaking violently.

[WolfwithWings38]

username: WolfwithWings38
name: Lucas
gender: Male
element: Lightning Element (If you wanna make me change it it's fine with me!)
their past?:
Fever Cause I'm Begging
He's always been crazy well let's just say unique. When he was little people would make fun of him for being "Crazy"coughs unique. You see he likes being morbid, and well just plain weird. He would always spend time collecting bugs and not spending time with the others. Though this phase did turn into something else that his parents are ashamed of and thats- WOAH WOAH WOAH! Dude, does it look like I care what my parents think of me? NOOO I DON'T What he was going to say was that I started not listening to what others told me and when I was older, I made a gang and started being in the streets more often, which is true except if I were my parents, I would be proud of my son! Anyways you can finish what you were saying I just wanted to make things more entertaining! Ughhh he always liked making trouble and sense he had a gang he could make more trouble which he was heading to the wrong path if he didn't stop I was making the RIGHT path not the wrong! Who would want to follow the rules! I think I was the person who was talking not you. Anywho I was I mean but he didn't stop he just wanted to make trouble with his gang. And that's basically what happened well yeah to make the very long story short he is now the leader of his gang and they still make trouble like pranks, robberies, stealing. And basically all a trouble maker and his crew could ever ask and want to do to make trouble!
Fever why won't you explain, breaking down again- Okay who's ever singing the song Fever by The Black Keys please stop we're trying to make this serious! Sorry I thought that was Lucas's theme song! Oh that's right! Now for the extras! Wait, what's going on here?! Why is/was there a guy singing I thought he wasn't part of the interview until the end of this forum! Wait isn't this a paradox? UGHH! Just time for the extras!
Extras below: Wait he does the titles now!? WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP LUCAS! AND LET WOLF TYPE THE FORUM! Okay jeez! It was just a question!
Lucas's Theme Song: Fever by The Black Keys https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZZUY32iCzU
His Personality" He's morbid, argumentative, a trouble maker well actually more of a rebel than a trouble maker, and- HEY! I'M NOT A REBEL! TAKE THAT BAAAACK! Yes you are actually. GOD GUYS WOULD YOU JUST LET ME TYPE THIS FORUM PLEASE!? Nyako won't take this seriously if you guys just keep talking and interrupting me! So please for me? Okay but I have a question... Who's Nyako? sighs He's the person who's gonna judge my forum and everyone else's! Now please no more interruptions! and lastly he's a person who might seem very greedy at first but actually deep down inside....... he's still very greedy.
Lucas's favorite songs: The Black Keys - Weight of Love https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygdVEIrVnIk The Black Keys - Turn Blue https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5a1Cl_JOJM and basically all of Dan's records and bands (Dan is the person Who is the lead singer of The Black Keys and The Arks in case you didn't know that) That's All For Now Peace Out Dudes!