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username; funderful;;
name;
gender; female

personality; deceitful - flirtatious - envious - dramatic - morbid - crude - witty (wip!)
extras; (up to 5 - each extra is 300 words or 1 piece of art)

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[dzo]

please read extra one before the personality or parts won't at all make sense

username:; ~prophecy~
name;; azrael
gender;; female

personality;;

She is very persuasive, and can easily convince others to do things. Of course, she would never persuade anyone to anything bad. She is always very neutral and hates taking sides. She also dislikes conflicts and arguing with others. She isn't one to fight because then she would be on a side against someone, so she prefers to work things out by talking. She can be a very uncaring and appear stoic often, though she sometimes sympathizes with her customers and does indeed have emotions, though she tends to not let anyone see them. Azrael frequently shows sorrow and compassion towards spirits, and shows annoyance towards living beings- since she stays out of their way and wants them to stay out of hers. She isn't forceful with the spirits, and instead has to convince them to rest. It may take hours of talking or listening, it may take just a few good reasons- whatever it is, Azrael will put up with it. She rarely interferes with anyone who is living's business in any manner other than when she is performing her duties, and stays as conservative and passive as possible. Azrael is not one to disobey or be mean, so she would never hurt another living creature, or even harm the already dead. She has gotten a few offers to put the spirit onto someone they hate for money, but she would never do that and politely does her originally intended job. Azrael usually wears a black tie (sometimes a bowtie) around a velcro band, both to look professional and still have it able to easily be ripped off incase someone gets mad, which hasn't happened- she just gets scared sometimes.

extras;; up to 5 - 300 words Each

extra one;

"Please. It is your time to rest now. You need to stop hurting people. You need to rest now."
Azrael whispered, then paused and waited. She sighed as she felt the presence leave.
"Thank you. I hope you rest peacefully."
What she had done was nothing new, considering this was her job. If something thinks there is a spirit, they call her up and she checks it out for a couple of bucks. When there is indeed a spirit she will convince it to move on or help it cross over. She'll let them say what they need to say and inform who needs to be informed, like if someone needs to know where something, because once they feel like they have been heard, they will cross over. One thing she hates is needing help with her job, usually from archangel Michael who will assist her by either escorting the spirit or shielding someone or something so that the spirit can’t bother them anymore.
Azrael looked around silently, then started to gather her things.
"bzzzzz-bzzzzz-bzz"
She picked up her phone.
"Hello."
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"Oh gosh! I'll be right on my way!" Azrael quickly darted around and packed up her stuff, frantically leaving and glad she had already been paid before to not waste any time.

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username;
name; clara
gender; female

personality; sweet bold gal who plays the voila with her friend lyra
extras; (up to 5 - each extra is 300 words or 1 piece of art)

[Firedancer77]

Mark!

[cyberdragon725]

username; Cyberdragon725
name; Snatch
gender; female

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Res with Camellia Female
Weaves clothes and fabric such as silk... is known for making the strongest fabric

[corgiboy]

username; steampunkvale
name; floosh
gender; non binary they/them
Sex:female

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extras; (up to 5 - each extra is 300 words or 1 piece of art)

[Synerie]

username; lady lightwing.
name; Uru
gender; Female

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Any account or document that holds the character of Uru shows her as being a sweetheart who loves everyone. But that's entirely wrong about this Viscet. While her name may mean diamond, Uru is definitely nowhere as shining and glorious as a diamond reflects itself to be. The friendly, welcoming smile represented on her face in the documents is replaced with a cruel, snarky smirk in real life. Uru is extremely hostile and cold. Uru tends to speak the cold, hard truth. She is definitely not the one to sugar coat things. Unfortunately, Uru tends to do this in the worse case scenarios. "Oh, your mate went missing? Probably dead." Definitely do not go to Uru for comfort. Uru is also the type to laugh uncontrollably during a serious moment. She will instantly attack anyone who dares to cross her path or set her off wrong. Uru can typically be seen as having two moods almost constantly; anger and annoyed. The littlest things can easily annoy her, which tends to cause her to be even more hostile. Many will describe this fiery female as being mentally unstable. At one point in her life, whatever sanity Uru had, was formed and shaped into the state of insanity she now lives in. Uru is narcissistic, and this is a constant thing people point out about her after meeting her in real life. She's always commenting on her own looks throughout the day, or always making others know she believes herself to be better looking (and better in general) compared to them. Uru loves boosting up her own self-esteem, but she does not do any of that for others. Uru does not care for others and their feelings. In her mind, it's her and just her only. Usually, Uru is always pointing out the flaws of others, making them feel bad about themselves. She thrives on the unhappiness and fear from others. When it comes to strength, Uru does not lack any of it. However, she prefers to have others do the job for her instead of her getting her paws dirty.
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xxxxthe war;xxxx[ 1,499 words, 5 extras ]
She slammed her paws down onto the table, jarring her loyal captains back to reality. A snarl creased Uru's face, and her eyes burned with such a fierce fire that was fueled by her cold hatred. Her mane seemed to flare as her anger boiled, and her claws dug deep into the aged wood of the table. Uru ground her jaw slowly, gaze drilling into each captain who stood statue still at the table. Sweat beaded on their foreheads, and the eldest of the four gave a faint gulp. Her fits of rage were not something to take lightly.

"What do you mean that he's approaching?"

Uru spoke lowly, her voice cutting like a steel sword through the icy silence. The eldest moved forward and bowed his head in respect before he searched for the correct words. He shuffled before he raised his head to address her. His ears flicked back a brief moment, and he could not meet his queen's gaze. His paw rested on the pin that represented the enemy army.

"Yes, Your Highness. The enemy advanced over our mountains with his army and will be here before sundown. I estimate that if we do not head to meet him now, that we will perish before we've registered his presence."

As he spoke, he moved the pin to the other side of the mountain, circling their town with a claw. Uru struck her paw down upon the table, which rattled beneath the force of the hit. The captain stepped back, startled. Uru's teeth bared, and she did not look convinced by his little opinion fueled "speech." Opinions were something Uru did not appreciate if they did not come from her. She crept around the table, exhaling sharply as she flexed her razor sharp claws. They all crept back from her, and the one to speak lowered his head, ears down.

"Kapriel, I think you're underestimating our power. While yes, his arrival is unexpectedly closer now, I don't think you're in charge to be able to order me around. I call the shots around here, and if we fall, the blame will be put on you four. Do you understand?"

Uru hissed at Kapriel, his long tail sweeping the floor nervously. While he did not agree with what she said, he had no choice but to if he wanted to stay alive. He nodded quickly, stepping back, gaze on the floor so he did not have to meet her burning stare. Uru stood straight and turned to address the four.

"No one is coming to overthrow me, and I will not let them do so. I want you four to gather your assigned sections of the army and merge. We leave at one hour exactly."

Uru turned, storming out of the room. She tore her crown off and threw the doors to her wardrobe open. With nimble claws, Uru plucked her armor up and went to slide it on. It was an obsidian black, reflecting the light faintly. It was light on her form, spines curling off the shoulders and helm.

As the hour rolled around, Uru came marching to the gathered army. The fading light from the sun radiating from the armor of the group. They looked intimidating, so imposing. And she loved it. Her four captains turned, watching as she climbed to the top of the small dirt mound, kicking a few stones down. Uru cleared her throat to gather the attention on her, a grin stretching her lips as she gazed their hungry looks over.

"My dearest fighters, today, we finally end the war that's been plaguing our town for centuries. Today, we go in as an army, and will return to our families as champions!"

Uru barked, which was immediately followed by the loud cheers of the army. The captains were silent, peering up at their power-hungry queen with questioning in their eyes. Oh, they knew she was only putting on an act to make it seem everything would be okay in the end. While Uru typically told nothing but the cold truth, here she had to spew nonsense that made her clench up a bit. Uru skimmed her gaze over the army and smirked before she dipped her head.

"Then let us go. It is time, we will meet the enemy in the valley."

She barred her teeth, hungry for the demise of the enemy. Bounding down, Uru moved to lead. She waved her tail in a signal before she took off swiftly. The sound of the thundering paw steps behind her caused another smirk to break out. Oh for sure they'd win. There was nothing that could bring her or her army down. She mainly held confidence for herself, knowing that they'd save him for her. She was going to bring him down, even if it meant her army was entirely murdered.

They trampled through the forest, ducking to avoid branches rustling in the breeze. The sun was just below the crest of the mountain, almost taunting them. Once arriving in the valley, Uru clenched her fists as she noticed they were alone. She whirled, peering around with squinting eyes. Her mane was flared, and her eyes boiling with such an ice-cold rage. Where was he? Had they already missed them? Kapriel came to join her side, and he lifted his paws to pull his helmet off. He turned his gaze down to her.

"We should wait, Your Highness. It shouldn't be long before we have him surrounded."

Kapriel suggested, gaze trailing to the forests and mountains that spanned before them. The breeze swirled around branches, rattling them gently. Uru sucked in a breath, eyes narrowed. She glanced at Kapriel, who was no longer looking at her.

"I agree. You better be right that he is to come here."

Uru spoke lowly before going to rest in the soft grass. The rest of the army followed suit, settling around her to protect their queen. Kapriel hesitated before settling with the rest of the captains. All was silent except for the soft inhales and exhales of the soldiers. Uru counted time in her head, her tail flicking across the grass as she grew annoyed with every passing minute.

"Oh, my-my. Uru sleeping on the job? What a surprise."

A deep voice taunted from a head, Uru's gaze snapping up to pinpoint the male. He stood tall, a taunting grin spreading his mouth. Behind him spanned his army, each looking restless to get their paws on her soldiers. Uru stood, a sneer forming as she stepped through her rising warriors.

"Ren, my dearest friend. I only rest cause you've taken your perfect little time to get here. When you should have already been here before us."

Uru said, tilting her head to the side, marching to the side. Ren copied her movements, moving to the opposite side. They were circling each other. His muscles rippled beneath his darker fur, and his markings seemed to glow in the now almost set sun's light. His armor was a simple silver, yet was very much similar to her own.

"I've very much sorry that our timing ruined your already failed plan, Uru."

His tail flicked before his soldiers charged at the signal. Uru's body tensed, and her eyes seemed to glow with such a hatred. Her soldiers followed suit, running hard to meet his. Uru licked her lips before she ran, dodging Ren's army with nimble ease, before throwing herself at him. His paw lifted and she was easily smacked from the air, crashing to the ground with an audible crack. She snarled, lifting herself, and charged again. Attack after attack was easy thwarted.

Ren laughed, amused by her attempts to lay an attack on her. Uru shook her head and snarled. Her legs tightened and she lunged. This time she would get him, claws outstretched to meet his neck. With smooth ease, his tail cracked against her head far too fast for her to avoid. She spun, before hitting the ground again. The air was knocked from her lungs.

"My, such an easy battle over so quickly."

Ren taunted, standing over her. Uru winced, and slowly pushed herself to stand, yet he was there to push her back down. How was she losing to him!? Uru turned, gaze drilling into his. Her breath was leaving her in hoarse, shallow snorts. She opened her mouth to speak, but Ren roughly landed a kick to her jaw. The world spun once more, and her already sore jaw hit the ground. Ren snickered, and watched her, his gaze flickering with amusement.

"You are pathetic, Uru. You think you're so strong, but you can't even hold your ground against me."

Ren bellowed with laughter before he sneered down at her. Uru was struggling to sit up, her head spinning and her body aching. She went to snap at his ankles, but he stepped back smoothly. With a smirk, he suddenly retreated with his army, leaving her to lay there stunned.

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