[rustyroxy]

wip

[Mid-life]

Marking to watch<3

[Hinoka]

mark! I won't have the time to enter, but if anyone wants relationships PM me!
I can offer a few kalons !

[Guest]

name ` walter
gender ` male

age ` 23 y/o (born april 26)

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- lloves 2 make home movies
- dolphins r cool man
- this boy drinks 8 glasses of hot milk every day! & probably eats like 10 pears.
- former model (still rly into clothes n stuff though??? maybe the scarf has sentimental values bc of that)
- lives in your attic (literally)
- "this is not my beautiful house! this is not my beautiful wife!"

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You may change his age (x), name (x), gender (x), past (), occupation (/), etc. Consider him a blank slate. There are no restrictions; anyone can enter. c:

This will be an unlimited impress me, as I'd like for you to show me whatever you'd like. This can include (but is not limited to):
- Their past/present/future, and how it's all affected their character ()
- Their relationships as well as their dynamics ()
- Their goals/aspirations and accomplishments ()
- Quirks/facts/favorites (color/food/etc.) ()
- Anything else you'd like to share about their character ()
- Bonus points: how did they get their scarf and what does it mean to them? ()

Please note: art is definitely a plus, but your writing is equally important to me. Do not feel as though you need art to win.

The end date (as of now; will certainly give extensions as needed) is January 31st.

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ok so this is very skeleton atm if you know what i'm saying, gonna pretty it up later haha

name: walter (walt)
gender: male
age: 23 y/o

[The Worst Username]

This isn't coded yet and is nowhere near complete, but I have a fragment of story that I'm going to post anyways.

It’s very quiet in the desert. When there’s no wind, it’s almost eerie: a never-ending expanse of dunes and yellowish orange sand that spreads across the landscape in undulating waves. So desolate, so stark, so silent. I wonder what it must’ve been to live here, hundreds of thousands—if not millions—of years ago, when the desert was not a desert but the bottom of a great ocean that spread across the western United States. Was it still so silent back then? Was it still so empty? So lifeless?

“Lots of questions, Asteria, lots of questions,” I murmur to my skinny tabby. Asteria meows at me; she rubs against my front legs, her prehensile tail curling in the air. She promptly darts off on her nimble paws to the other end of my hovel.

I sigh, get up from the worn, threadbare chair at one end of my hovel, and I walk the short distance of about two meters to the other end of my house. Sand crunches under my feet. I just swept the floor yesterday—I pause to shoot a glare at the sad little broom that hides in the corner—but maybe I need to sweep it twice a day now. That wouldn’t be too bad, really; it’s not as if I have anything else to do around here except for sweep, talk to cats, read my old books, sing, and wonder at what might have been.

“That, or I could open the letters,” I say my thoughts aloud, and my eyes immediately snap to my bed with the burlap sack under it.

Oread—a pretty dilute tortoiseshell—hisses from across the room, likely at a mouse, but it sounds to me as if she is telling me not to go near the sack. Never go near the sack. It’ll bring back too many memories.

But no use with all that, though. “Let’s see, loves. I must sweep the house, fix the broken patch in the roof, go to the well to collect some water, practice my singing, and go rabbit-hunting for some food, because everyone needs food, right? Very right. Now, kitties, I must be off!”

Shoving thoughts of the letters to the very back of my brain, I run to the broom. A tin bucket sits next to it, old and smelling of rust, and I pick it up. I race out the door into the blazing mid-day heat. I hold the bucket in my teeth; I tie my scarf onto my head to protect it from the sun. My paws carry me across the sands, bucket bouncing, and I head in the direction of the well, which is just a hazy spot in the distance. Good. Far away from the shack—and more importantly, the letters.

[OswinTheFox]

Username:
Oswinthefox

Name:
Gimmper

Gender:
Male

The signature scarf:
Gimmper or gimp for short was young once in his life believe it or not! And one day while he was running around school on the playground he crashed into a girl who had been knitting and walking around the playground dragging her ball of yarn behind her. When she fell over and dropped her knitting needles she huffed looking up at gimp furious until she s.as his face and she suddenly became strangely nervous....."I'm so sorry!" Gimp announced and reached out to help the girl up. She nervously took his hand her own face red and she started to dust her dress off blowing her hair out of her face flustered. Gimp picked up her knitting needles and yarn and handed it to her gently "hey....sorry about knocking you down" gimp rubbed the back of his head nervously...."I love those colors. my mom use to knit as well." The girl nodded her thanks and started to pluck small bits of grass out of her yarn. "It's going to have ghosts on it.....I was born on Halloween and I love the colors as well" she spoke with a soft smile as she walked to the nearest bench in the shade and sat down to continue digging out twigs. Gimp smiled and followed her "I love Halloween! When I wa- OOF!" Gimp stopped mind speech as he was tackled by his older bigger friend the boy laughed and took off running gimp gritted his teeth and chased after him. With a slight sigh the girl continued to knit and pull twigs out as she went. Every day the girl would sit under the tree and knit each day her creation grew longer and longer. She never really spoke to gimp again but always watched him run around the playground having fun with his friends. As they days passed by and the seasons changed it started to snow and play time outside started to fade away. As the first few snowflakes started to land during recess the girl walked up behind gimp he spun around and nearly crashed into her. "Oh! Hey....I know you..." he smiled slightly remembering her and how she acted. He smirked wondering if she was still as shy and nervous as she was at the start of the year. The girl pulled a beautiful orange scarf from her bag with little ghosts all over it "....you said you liked Halloween....." she smiled shyly as gimp toothed scarf and held it in his hands he felt something he hadn't felt before.....could it possibly be he was falling in love?? "O-oh thank you..." he smiled and started to walk away from his group of friends with the girl back to her bench under the oak tree. The two spent the rest of the day talking and laughing finding out just how much they had in common. The next day gimp waited at the oak tree before school but....she didn't come....he waited at their lunch table and at her bench on recess waiting for her to show up but she never did.... he pulled out the scarf she had made him and put it on realizing the note shoved in the middle of it he opened it it read

"do you like me? __ yes __ no"

gimp smiled his heart racing and marked his answer. The next day gimp wore his scarf proudly and waited for the girl to show up....but...she never did....he waited each day for hours on end at that old oak tree....each day he picked more bark off of it....but she never came........The end of the year finally rolled around and when he didn't hear her name get called for graduation he asked the teacher what had happened to her.....why she wasn't here...."oh gimp......hun.....she moved..." gimp felt his whole world come crashing down on him and all he wanted to do was disappear.... later that day he walked to the tree and craved "Yes" into it in the blank area where he had chipped bark away from. He stepped back and looked at it....it was in the shape of a heart and he felt his heart break...he vowed that day to one day find her and give her her note....until then he would never love anyone else ever again....and to one day pick all the twigs out of his scarf...

To this day gimp is still picking out grass and sticks from his scarf he has never fallen in love again and is still searching for that girl he met back in elementary school....

[dolly]

res

[angelshy]

what a qt! friendly bump! c:

[-s-i-n-]

friendly bump and small mark

wanna see waht happens 2 this bab ewe

[Dreamie]

excuse me, may this be extended? <: