[yeena]

marking to watch :')
i own her other mother as well as her older brother (and her brother in law); if anyone wants to use em lemme know !!

[shatterhowl]

marking

[Pink Present]

Res if I'll have enough time q v q

[Carnations]

res,,

-dancer
-maybe a ballerina??
-calm, collected, graceful
-interest was sparked by a previous lover who had danced
-was high key really awkward at first
-got better as time went on
-theme song is feet of clay by vashti bunyan
-kinda old
-name will be Anabelle

[cyberdragon725]

Res

[koegami]

res


paying in points/usd for art

[Venatici]

edit again ;; ellie cameron was her first full name, cameron is not a last name, I don't care if you keep the name or not. also noting that this is a development contest, I would prefer art is done by you because well.. you're the one developing the char, and by not doing the art yourself I feel you're taking away from the potential.
hidden forms are allowed; why? because this isn't a full on impress me. you should be trying your hardest regardless of if theres competition or not.
adding onto that, I would prefer if you develop her away from family. I'm focusing on the character development, not how well she mirrors her parents or siblings.

any other questions can be messaged to me and I'll update as needed

updated

[ocean_]

marrrrkkkkk

[ChristainAnimalLover]

Character Notes:

- British origin; decent accent but still easy
to understand
- Is fluent in Russian and likes using it from
time to time
- Loves to tag things; anything paint will
stick to
- Loves Marvel and references it whenever
possible
- Keeps herself mostly detached from others,
except for her best friend Dilan
- Only Dilan can talk her out of something, but
even that is rare
- Very tom-boyish and doesn't really care about
her appearance
- Likes her street cred but doesn't actively
"work at it"
- You don't want to get on her bad side, it can end
very badly. For you----------------------97 words

Base Personality Traits:

- Obnoxious
- Brash
- Artistic
- Wild
- Sly
- Creative

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---Trouble is wild street child who loves to spread her amazing artistic talent in the form of bright graffiti. She will tag anything paint will stick to and has never been caught; all the police have on her is a rough idea of coat colors and the name she sings her work with - Trouble. She never tells anyone her real name, not even her best and only true friend, Dialn.
---Although it took nearly a year for Trouble to let the red and white Plumie hang out for more than a few minutes at a time, eventually the two grew close and now Trouble would almost even consider Dilan a sister and is very grateful for knowing her. She refuses to talk about her past with anyone; the air of mystery this creates around her is only an added bonus.
---Trouble finds it humorous that Dilan is constantly trying to "turn her 'carrier' around" and often plays along for a day or two, mimicking Dilan's personality and behaviors when they hang out but she immediately "reverts" back to her wild self when left alone.
---Sometimes Trouble will mutter in gibberish. She basically made up her own language by mumbling half words in Russian, in her English accent. Only Dilan can get the jist of these "statements". Most of the time.
---While it's at the top of her list, graffiti is not her only passion. Trouble thoroughly enjoys causing mayhem in general - tagging, breaking & entering, being overly obnoxious, light thieving(like candy bars, clearance clothes, etc), you name it! So long as she gets noticed then gets away with it, she's happy. It's no fun getting away with something if no one knows you did it, right?

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The Surprise
A short-story

'Come to the park ASAP! ~ Dilan'

---Trouble wandered into the park, subconsciously heading for their typical picnic spot. "Dilan?" she called, looking around for her friend. "C'mon, why'd you wanna meet here?"
---"Surprise!" Dilan shouted, jumping out from behind one of the bushes near a clump of trees.
---Trouble jumped and stared blankly for a moment, caught completely off guard. "Wh-"
---Dilan was beaming, loving the reaction of her friend. "Here!" she called, the bush she had just ducked under muffling her voice. She reemerged a second later, holding a box warped in red paper with Marvel printing and a silver ribbon.
---Completely confused, Trouble shook her head slightly as if to clear it. "What's this?" she asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically as she sat down in the grass.
---Dilan did her best to stand still, but gave up and dropped to the ground. "Well, open it and find out!" She urged, squirming impatiently.
---"Alright, alright." Trouble said slowly, looking down at the box and examining the Avengers wrapping paper curiously.
---"Oh come on already!" Dilan prodded, leaning forward so far she almost fell over.
---Trouble smiled devilishly and turned the box at a painstakingly slow pace to get to the seems of the paper. Dilan narrowed her gaze in a playful threat, making Trouble chuckle as she began tearing at the paper. The box was about 40% unwrapped when a butterfly fluttered by. The movement and bright colors caught the attention of both girls, making them laugh as it flitted around and between them. When it had left, Dilan poked Trouble who responded with a sassy expression.
---Trouble tore off the remainder of the paper to reveal a plain brown box. "Oh, very original." She jested.
---Dilan waved her hand dismissively, "Yeah yeah, not the point. Keep going!"
---Grinning, Trouble opened the box and peered inside. The contents took her breath away. She looked up, wide-eyed, at her friend, "You didn't have to-" She started but trailed off.
---Dilan smiled broadly, already knowing she had done good.
---"Oh my gosh! I love it!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" She exclaimed, launching herself over the box at Dilan and giving her a tackling hug.
---Dilan laughed and returned the hug, "You're very welcome!"
---Trouble scrambled back to the box and pulled out three slightly over-sized sweatshirts - one was navy with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo covering the back and a smaller one low on the left collarbone, the other was red with Daredevil's logo covering the front and little horns on the hood, and the third was black with the Avenger's logo on the right shoulder and the team covering the back. Covering the bottom of the box where brand new spray-paint cans in an array of colors.
---"I wanted to give them to you on your birthday, but I simply couldn't wait that long!" Dilan explained as Trouble examined each one.
---"That's alright, I certainly don't mind!" She answered with a wink.
---They sat and talked until the sun began to set.
---Still overjoyed, Trouble got a dangerous gleam in her eye, "Now...Let's go use these!"
---Trouble pulled on the Daredevil hoodie, leaving the hood up, and offered the box to Dilan so she could wear one too. With Dilan holding the box, Trouble pulled out two cans at random and took off at a jog to find the perfect surface to tag with her new paint. Dial sighed, then smiled happily and followed her best friend, "Hey! Wait for me!"

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998/1,000 words {titles and song lyrics in image not counted} | 3/3 art pieces | Dilan belongs to Rabbitheart; used with permission

[womp womp]

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Name: Claire
Gender: Female

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Personality: Claire has a grumpy aspect to her. Usually seen with a frown ( or at least a half frown ), with hate bubbling inside of her. She can't help but think everything around her is just a plain ol' bother. She finds way too many things annoying or irritating. Possibly from the fact that Claire enjoys being left alone, in the corner of her room, huddled up and staring at her computer screen and typing stories. Claire can handle one or two interruptions, but after that she goes into her 'don't talk to me ever again' phase, like when she was an edgy, punk teen.

Claire struggles to show a realistic, not awkward sympathy for others. When someone is upset, she's not much of a Plumerian to show sympathy for them. The best she can really do is put her hand on their shoulders and say a simple 'don't worry'. But really, that's all. If Claire hasn't been through what someone else has been through, she finds it head-achingly hard to sooth them. Claire admittedly is much better at being a jerk than being nice.

Claire is usually very quiet, and not talkative at all. Most of her words are usually stuck floating in her head instead of coming out of her mouth. Claire mainly just sticks to herself, knowing that words can do quite a lot of damage if used incorrectly. She had to learn this the hard way when she made fun of a kid back in kindergarten, when she wasn't the quiet Plumerian she is today.

Got a secret you're desperately wanting to tell someone or just want to vent? Claire is here to help. Claire is a great listener, and if she's feeling up to it, feel free to pour all of your thoughts to her. Besides, Claire isn't going to say anything about it. She's not a backstabber where she goes around telling everyone, everything. She's quite the opposite, in fact. Like said before, Claire is quiet and doesn't really socialize a ton. So your secrets are safe with her, if you manage to get Claire willing to listen to you. But Claire is most likely not going to reply with something much calming, but she'll listen to you nonetheless.

The Plumie has a lot of creativity inside her. She gets pretty easily inspired, and doing so she started to write stories. Since she was little, Claire always found ways to make thrown out cardboard boxes and useless scraps of paper into small toy castles and miniature crafted cars. Her creativity moved and traveled on into her writing, as she started writing unique stories of all kinds ( but mainly mystery / horror stories ! ). Once and a while Claire will buy some clay from a local crafts store and model them into small figurines she paints and then puts onto her self, which is a collection of other figures she had made.

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Hobby/Occupation: As briefly brought up before, Claire is a writer. She mainly writes mystery or horror stories, but once and a while she strays away from her usual comfort zone and tries something different. Funny thing is that when in elementary school, Claire absolutely dreaded writing. She would sometimes try excuses to get out of classes when it was writing time. 90% of the time it didn't work.

Nowadays, Claire has a huge passion for writing. She hopes to officially publish a book one day, like any writer's biggest dream. Claire would be just simply ecstatic if she published a book, as it was her dream ever since she started loving writing. Claire explains writing as an 'escape without escaping'. Odd?

The story of how Claire got into writing was actually fairly simple and not so complicated. Somewhere around high school she was handed an assignment to just write a story. Claire was used to writing assignments with prompts, never getting the freedom to write anything else. She never did on her free time because, of course, she got the idea writing was no fun. After messing around and scribbling ideas down, Claire managed to finish the assignment without many complaints throughout it. It was a few weeks after summer break finished when that happened, and Claire's mind must have changed over summer break. She found the task fun. And the rest is yours to tell.

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Habits and Quirks: Claire has a tendency to stare off into space, but whilst doing that she's tapping her foot to a short beat. Staring off into space is normal. Tapping your foot is normal. But at the same time? At least she doesn't click her tongue as well when she's -- oh wait. She does as well. Never mind. So Claire stares off into space whilst tapping her foot and clicking her tongue.

When she's eating a cake, Claire most of the time will scrape all of the frosting off of it and separate the frosting and the cake itself. Then, she'll take the cake and dip it in the frosting that she had removed from it. She's been doing it from her fourth birthday now, and that habit hasn't changed a bit.

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A... Story?: Claire sat huddled up in her blue blanket, typing on her keyboard. She was in her room, but the only light source was the light from her computer, as always. She almost always turned the lights off when she writes, mainly because it gives her more 'spooky inspiration', whatever that means. Suddenly, her door flings open and the lights flick on. It's a friend of hers. "Uh, Claire? I brought cookies...?" Parfait said. Claire stood up, walked to the door.

And she slammed it.

As Parfait yelled at her jokingly, Claire walked back to her computer. This time, her lights on and the smell of cookies drifting past her. She smiled. Not a scary scene to be inspired by, but who knows? Maybe she can turn it into one...? Claire nodded at herself, and started writing, ignoring the fact Parfait opened her door and was looking over her shoulder, laughing.

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