Username: cyberdragon725
Plumie name: Tobias Tescacoatl (nicknamed T. Snake)
Name Origin:Tobias: Meaning God is Good in Hebrew
Tescacoatl: Nahuatl name meaning "reflecting serpent; king."
Gender: Male
Theme Song:My Shot From: Hamilton
(Language and content warning! May be offending to some audiences)
Personality:Toby is a pretty nonchalant and determined fellow who always seems to have a goofy on his face. Often referred to as a big, fuzzy pushover, he's extremely amiable and friendly. He's understanding, kind, and is often seen helping others wherever he can. This doesn't mean he's naive though. T. Snake has had plenty of experiences with the troubles of the world. Despite his openness he is often left alone by many other plumies leaving him lonely and quiet. They cause him frustrations which he eventually incorporates into his writing, showing a bolder and stronger side of him that is not normally seen face to face. Once you get to know him though, he's energetic, passionate, and overall a cool guy to be around. He always does what he believes, often with such a strength and fire that many wouldn't expect from such a soft gentle plumie. He's fiercely protective of his beliefs and those that he cares for, often doing everything he can to protect them.
In the end, T. Snake pretty much acts like everyone's kind and protective big brother.
His Dream:Tobias is not your ordinary little plumie. Yes, he may look like it but the truth is, he's so much more. At least, he wants to be anyway. It's always been Toby's dream to become one of the best Plumie rappers out there and he's determined to make this dream a reality. Each rap he writes is filled to the brim with hopes, dreams, and inspiration. Hope that one day his words will make an impact in the life of plumies everywhere. Dreams that continue to push him forward even when it seems he'll never achieve his goal. Then finally, inspiration. The inspiration that comes from the lives of others and himself which fill his raps with meaning and help those learn the story of those he knew so they will not make the same mistakes and so the will gain appreciation for the lives of others.
Intrests: ~Likes: Rhyming, rapping, silly puns, saying what he believes in, honesty, hanging out with friends, sharing his passion
~Dislikes: Bullying, being alone, overconfidence, pain, frowning, sitting still, being bored
~Fears: Being abandoned by those he cares for, death
~Hobbies: Rapping, Poetry, music, theater, creating puns
Mixed Tape: hereStory:Eyes closed and head down, he listned. The roar of a crowd behind a curtain, stomping paws echoing in the ground. Thousands of hearts, beating, pounding all for the same cause. So many that, when United, they form a force so powerful and so inspiring that he just can't keep them waiting any longer. His face stretched into a grin as the curtains pulled apart. Suddenly silence, but their hearts still beat. Tension, anxiousness, that feeling of something monumental about to happen. Head rising, eyes burning, he stands. Watching the crowd before him, he grips the Mic as a beat suddenly rings out. A change. All their hearts now beat as one, uniting once more under the music. This is why he writes. This is why he raps. This unity, so strong. They said it could never be done. Wars have been fought, trust has been broken, but in this beat he can feel it. The echoes of forgiveness, gratitude, and forgotten dreams pulsate inside the beat. Grasping onto this unity, he drags it to the light, harnessing it's power as he speaks his first words. Displaying the lives of so many others through rhymes and melodies long lost to the passage of time.
"All this life has come to give can't make up for what I did,
I fell down and lost it all to fame.
Though my past, I can't forget and my feet can not just sit,
I still know that I'm the one to blame."
He knows he has them. He's captured the crowd in his words, twisting and capturing their emotions and their experiences and using those connections to form words. They resonate beneath their skin, seeking out their very being and capturing it in a blanket of temporary comfort and understanding.
"My brother, my kin, my one and only sin, a wave of hate begins before we find the end,
And then, we can see, all that's left of me is a broken skin of how my life had been, forever locked up within.
Now, it's not the same, Oh no, This never-ending game of life and death which leads to our rebirth.
but the one thing they don't know is though they've burnt us to the ground, Like a Phoenix, we'll rise from the earth."
He continues on, adding more feeling and depth as he goes, until he's brought his tale around to the end. A conclusion of comfort, to express that there is still hope in these dark times and leaving thousands inspired, their hearts screaming for them to make a difference. And he know, it's only a matter of time until one of them takes the stage, inspiring others the same way he has done for them. As a warmth bubbles in his stomach, his confident grin turns into one of satisfaction, for he knows that, though he may still be living lonely, he's led these plumies to where, unlike him, they don't have to be. So he waits for the time when one will rise up to take his place and will show the world that anyone can make a difference.
Poem:Living Lonely
By: T. SnakeHold it , stop, and just listen to me,
'Cause I'm saying something that needs to be,
Because while everyone knows that we're living free,
They seem to forget that we're also living lonely.
We as Plumies have always needed the company,
But now there seems to be something no one wants to see,
In which living free comes with a fee.
Just today, it was said that I wanted to be alone,
That I walk right on past all the people who've gone,
But while they're going off on their own way,
They seem to have forgotten that wave that I gave,
Because while I'm the one labled Moody or Salty,
They often forget to look past it to me,
But while they're tasting the salt,
They can't seem to taste all the sugar that's hidden beneath.
I'm not seen for all the good, just the bad,
Though I had and still am working to change me.
But you see, I'm not the only Plumie who's living lonely.
Kids, adults, our elders too, it's true, they're left behind too.
So it's not just you and me who end up feeling blue.
It's them, and they, and those who don't even have a clue.
People may like us, call us their friends,
Tell us we'll be together till the end.
But those people don't realize something.
The term friend isn't used just to add bling,
To relationships, bonds, or even feelings.
It's used like a term to describe a thing.
Now I don't know about you but a real friend isn't just a friend.
It's our names, our bonds, our memories, our hopes, our kin.
These friends that I believe in are plumies I trust,
And to know a true friend then trust is a must.
But that's something that we just can't seem to find,
So to protect ourselves we just stay confined,
Closed in with the thoughts locked up in our mind,
Remembering things said during all that lost time.
It's true that we live alone but we're tryin',
Searching to find another of our kind,
But we're blind to the thoughts of
you.
We don't have a clue what to do,
Because for us this is all new.
Yet you bully us, scold us, tell us we're through,
And there's some who don't know that this isn't true,
And since they've previously tried they accept your lie,
Thinking the only thing left that they could obtain,
Is a long lonely life without a plumie to their name.
But our story doesn't have to end up in that way.
You have the power to brighten their day through what you say.
Actually, scratch that, you don't even have to say a word,
'Cause a simple smile holds more words than could ever be heard.
Just a friendly hand, a hug, plant a new friendships seed,
In which the flower that blooms will fill our every need.
So when given the chance to befriend someone like me,
Help that tiny seed grow till it's big as a tree,
And pay off that debt of the fee to be free.
Then finally at last when we're all living in harmony,
Finally, hopefully, we, me, him, her, he, she,
Them, and they will finally see that we, though Plumies,
Don't have to be living lonely.
Other:The rhyme in the story and poem bother belong to me.
The forms finally finished! X3 Good luck everyone!
