[Teri]

name:
gender:
what do they think of their parents' occupations? :
extra(s): you may include one piece of art (preferably done by you) and/or writing (limit of 800 words!)
p.s. extra brownie points if the writing/art involves this bab interacting with their family ;p

ends on 1st April, 12:30pm Singapore time! (so the 31st at 9 pm for me)

mark!

[Evils]

Mark!

[redhorizon]

Name: Senshi Ōjo - Jo - "Warrior Princess" in Japanese
Gender: Female
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"But dad, you said you weren't leaving again!" I squeak in frustration. "You said you were staying here with me and mommy!" He shakes his head, sighing. "I know, Jo. I have to go. They found something out there that I have to check out!" He sighs. Mommy steps outside, having watched the argument from inside. "Bastion? What's going on?" She asks him, a twinge of fear edging into her voice. He turns from me to face Mommy. "Ahh, Ayana! How're you?" He asks brightly. "Tell me what's going on!" She objects. He stares into her eyes a moment before finally giving in. "I'm leaving again. The crew found something out there and they want me to check it out." He explains quickly, shooting a glance at me as I huff, crossing my arms. Mommy sighs, looking at the ground. "You promised us, Bastion." is all she says as she slowly pads back inside. I give him one last tearful glance and follow her up the stairs and into the house, leaving him alone on the porch.

I hate how mommy and daddy are so different. Their life-styles are so different, it often leaves me hurting in the dust. Daddy's always leaving, mommy's always busy. They don't have time for me. I mean, mommy's a princess, so I don't blame her, but daddy doesn't have an excuse. He'd rather traverse an ocean in a wooden box of doom than raise his own child? I guess I can't really blame him... He does what he enjoys to get the most out of life, I can understand that. Sometimes I just wish he would take me with, or just talk to me from time to time. It's like I don't exist.

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"I love my mommy. I love my daddy too. They aren't the bestest, but they try. Daddy goes away a lot and mommy's always busy, but sometimes I get to do cool things. I rebmber remember one time my daddy took me on his ship and let me pretend to be captin captain. I pretendd pretended that I was fiting fighting a hundred pirits pirates! I remember another time when mommy took me to meet another princess! That was realy really fun!"

I put my pencil down and crack my knuckles, shaking out my paw. All my classmates are still writing in their journals. Mr. Rucker told us to write about good memories this time, so I wrote about mommy and daddy. I have lots of good memories of them!

I look up at the clock, grinning. The bell is about to ring, I get to see daddy after school! He's been out at sea for the past two weeks and I miss him so much. Mommy misses him too, you can tell. I pack up all my stuff and sit, squirming, in my seat. Mr. Rucker passes out the homework and I mindlessly shove it into my folder. The bell finally rings and I'm halfway across the classroom before anyone has the chance to even move. I race to my hook and grab my backpack and throw my stuff inside while I'm still running. I pull the doors open and come to a skidding stop. Daddy's not there. Just a sad mommy.

Mommy walks up to me and pats my head. "How's my favorite first grader?" She asks, booping my nose. "I'm good!" I giggle, then turn serious. "Where's daddy?" She sighs. "He called from the ship, they're not getting home for another two days." She answers, her head hanging low. I stick out my lower lip and look up at her with big eyes. "But he promised us..." I mumble. She nods, "I know honey." She says, starting to walk towards the house.

Almost every time he leaves is like that. I don't know why I never come to expect it. I guess I let my hope control my mind sometimes. Maybe one day he'll realize his family is waiting for him. Maybe one day he'll come home to us.

[cyberdragon725]

Res. Name Tabitha

Res. With she's expected to follow in her mother's footsteps and she tries to make her proud, but she really wants to be like her father and sail the high seas.

[PopcornBush]

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Wip

[G1 Sunstreaker]

oo gosh yesyes

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[Esther~]

mark

[mackstarr]

name:
Awilda (aka Captain Wilder)
named after Swedish pirate whose existence is disputed
gender:
female
what do they think of their parents' occupations? :
Awilda has always taken after her father. She despises being proper and fancy and has always longed for an exciting life. Her defiant mannerisms have gotten her into trouble more times than she can count, but no matter the punishment, she remains true to herself. When asked to stay in her place and abide by the rules she is often heard to say, "The rules are only suggestions."

“Willy!”

Awilda flattened her ears to her skull and stared harder out the window, as if she was trying to break the glass with her eyes. Throwing one last glance at the water sloshing against the docks outside, she stomped down the rickety wooden stairs of the inn she and her mother were staying at. She was never sure what type of business her mom was up to. She was allowed to ask questions, but she was not allowed to expect an answer.

“When are we leaving?” she scowled, watching her mother’s golden fur glint in the sun streaming through the windows.

Her brown coat had never bothered her. She knew she had inherited it from her father. His identity before Awilda was born had remained a mystery to her for most of her young life, until she overheard the servants discussing his past over housework. She’d then launched herself into hours of research and soon found out what he had done to stay afloat in the world.

Bastion and Awilda’s siblings had not come with them on this trip, and she had a growing concern that she was about to be forced into a life more befitting of royalty. The thought made her skin crawl, and she pushed her golden hair out of her face as if to help her think more clearly. How could she stop this from happening? Her thoughts were interrupted by her impatient mother clearing her throat.

“Are you even listening to me?” she asked, raising her chin in defiance, knowing the answer already.

“No… What did you say?” Awilda responded, seeing no point in lying.

“Go and clean yourself up. We have business to attend to.”

Awilda hid a glare and glanced out the window one more time. The light was beginning to fade, the sky taking on a shade of tangerine that seemed to call to her. She paused and then held her breath. Her heart fluttered for a moment and then she composed herself. She forced a rather convincing small smile and squared her shoulders, standing up straighter. Princesses were supposed to have good posture, right?

“I’m going to go fix my hair, and then I’ll be ready,” she said to Ayana.

Her mother only nodded and then turned away. She knew this was a safe request, as her hair was always unruly. Awilda smirked to herself and walked calmly back upstairs. As soon as she reached the second floor her beating heart broke into a sprint. She looked around for anything she could use. Finally seeing a small crack in the windowsill below the pane that looked out onto a back street, she sprang into action. She pried at the wood until the crack grew into a clean split and then removed the wood. She pushed her shoulder against the glass with all her strength and finally, it released its hold and clattered onto the roof below her. Praying that it had not made too much noise, Awilda leapt onto the shingles below her and disappeared into the fading light like a shadow escaping a cage.

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{ 1 year later }

The sound of water was all around her and Awilda kept her eyes closed as she leaned against the mast of a large ship; her ship. She imagined she was on a beach somewhere, the sun beating down and warming her fur and the salty air stinging her nose in only the best of ways. A voice spoke out to her and broke her from her daydream.

“Captain Wilder?”

She opened her eyes and looked down at the smaller kalon standing in front of her. She stared at him expectantly until he spoke again.

“Ma’am… we have.. uh.. sorry ma’am,” he stuttered, staring down at his paws.

He was the newest recruit of Awilda’s crew and she felt a certain sense of pride in the fact that she now demanded respect instead of had respect demanded of her.

“Its fine, tell me what it is you have to tell,” she said to him, doing her best to sound powerful, yet patient.

He began again, this time more steadily. “Ma’am, the others have reported a village on the horizon. There are many ships in the harbor and they would like to know the orders on how to handle it.”

“I see,” she said, looking off into the open waters. “Tell them we attack at sundown. Take no prisoners, but try to get in and out unnoticed if possible. Don’t waste your time with anything that doesn’t shine or taste good.”

He nodded and hurried away to make the report, and Captain Wilder lifted her face to the ocean breeze, hoping her father would be proud and hoping that her mother might be just a little bit jealous.

( 799/800 )

[Dreamie]

name: x
gender: x
what do they think of their parents' occupations?: x
extra(s): x [1 art; 800 words]

not an overwhelming amount of family so res???
but, this kid is really cute!! :0

[kaanekii]

holy res. !!!