chance's commission archive ;;

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Xirino's short story;;
Iris woke up groggily, sitting up on her bed. She let out a small groan and twisted her back to the left, stretching it. The beds provided weren't the best, but it was enough that she got to sleep in one at all. The deer yawned and got out of bed, her hooves making quiet clopping noises as she walked on the hard floor. She passed the other sleeping children and looked at them fondly. Majority of them were a lot younger than her, save for the boy wolf her age. Iris stopped in front of her little sister's bed, gently touching her nose to the younger deer's face. "Good morning, Kailey," she spoke softly. "It's time to get up. Remember what today is?"

Kailey woke up with a giant smile on her face. "Yes, I do remember!" she yell-whispered excitedly. Iris smiled just as eagerly as her and trotted to the bathroom. Glancing at the clock as the pair went, 6:46 am smiled back at her. In 14 minutes, they'd meet their new parents. The two sisters had heard the news last week. Each day since then, they couldn't help but flounce around in excitement. Some of the other kids were happy for them, but most were jealous. Especially Kade, the wolf her age. In truth, Iris knew that Kade sort of had a crush on her. Even only being 13 years old, she was perceptive. But Kade was too problematic. He always picked fights and didn't like her getting close to any other boys, even if they were a good few years younger than her.

The deer both brushed their teeth and combed each other's hair with their brushes in their mouth's. Both of them couldn't stop smiling. A few minutes later, the two practically galloped to the headmaster's office. It was 7:00 on the dot. Knocking her hoof on the door, Iris gave her sister a hopeful look.

The headmaster opened the door and smiled warmly at the sisters. "Come in, girls." she gushed. A pair of elk sat in the small chairs, looking nervous and excited. The woman teared up at the sight of them. "Ah, she's lovely!" the mother gushed. The two sisters smiled for but a moment before realizing. They looked at one another. "She's?" Iris thought, suddenly nervous. The headmaster frowned and coughed. Iris glanced at the man who had a proud rack of antlers. "Yes, we'll have Kailey." he said finally, beaming with admiration.

"Erm, if I may, the sisters go together if possible," she said, looking anxious as she sat down at her desk. Iris's heart had jumped into her throat. "Ah, but these are the only ungulates here. And we can only afford one. Two children is simply too much," the woman said flippantly as if she was choosing a pastry at the store. Tears pricked Iris' eyes. She turned to Kailey, who was already bawling. "No, no!" she shouted. "I'm not going if Iris isn't!"

Both of the elk rolled their eyes. [color=#800bf]"Dear, don't you want a Mommy and a Daddy? A real one? You can visit your sister sometimes, we promise."[/color] the woman said, smiling. Kailey cried even more, shaking her head. Iris' lip quivered and she sucked in a deep breath, making a quick and final decision. "Hey, Kailey, it's okay! You can still come see me. You deserve a Mom and Dad." Iris wrapped her head around Kailey's in a warm, comforting hug. "Be strong! You don't need to be here anymore. Both of our new parents will become best friends so we'll see one another all the time, I swear!" she said, sounding excited. But she was sobbing inside.

An hour later, Kailey walked out of the orphanage, trying her best not to look too happy for Iris' sake. She did look sad, but the happiness of having real parents outweighed it. "Bye, Iris! I'll come see you soon! I love you!" she shouted outside. Iris smiled from the doorway, the headmaster resting her paw on her shoulder. "I'm sorry dear. That was a very brave thing for you to do." she said softly, sounding sad. Iris sniffled in response.

Months had gone by, and at first, Kailey showed up often! But after a year, her visits became less and less. And soon enough, after two years, her parents had gotten sick of taking her. Years went by and she wrote Kailey every week. However, one day, the letters stopped coming. It wasn't until four weeks of the letters stopped coming by that Iris knew why. Her parents had forgotten to pick Kailey up at school one day. Kailey had walked into the street mistakenly, thinking her parents were waiting on the opposite side. She'd been hit by a horse pulling a carriage.

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cyber;'s hobby description;;
While both being connected to the same body, Rachel and Amber have very different personalities. This, consequentially, leads to them both having different hobbies and tastes. The two figured out a long time ago that the hobbies they wanted to partake in had to be something they could do in their own spare time right next to one another, as the other would forcibly be dragged along.

Rachel enjoys knitting. She loves the monotonous in and out of the needles. While she appears to be calm at all times, she's pretty much either losing it in her head or just numb. To take her mind off of things, she makes beanies, socks, and cute little objects made out of yarn. While this seems like a cute and practical hobby of hers, Rachel tends to add weird twists to her productions. Her beanies, for example, usually have terms in them such as "i am slowly dying inside ha" or "make me laugh" On her more down days, Rachel likes to make more edgy things. When she feels number, Rachel likes to combat it by making pretty things. She loves to knit flower pots and little flowers to go into them. Most of the time, the flowers she makes all have strange faces or really, really out there symbols on them.

Amber enjoys blogging. For hours and hours, she will scroll through Tumblr and add to her blog. Like most, she has an aesthetic and personal blog. Her aesthetic blog consists of grunge pictures mainly containing the color scheme of black, purple, red, and grey. She also comes up with original quotes and drabbles in writing poetry here and there. While she is very fierce and hot-headed, a softer side of her comes out when she writes online for people to see and share. All of her creative stuff goes on her aesthetic blog. As for her personal blog... Endless memes and rants about day to day problems fill her page. Amber has well over thousands and thousands of followers on each blog, though her aesthetic blog is slightly more followed due to her skilled poetry writing.

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Dovepawlover's short story;;
Gray sighed and ran a hand through her straight but messy hair. She walked onto the campus with narrowed eyes, unsure of how to take in all of the environment in. It seemed like everyone was either trying too hard or simply didn't care anymore. College, she learned in those few seconds, was full of many different types of people. Being in this conflicting environment of so many people who either cared nor didn't made her feel some sense of paranoia. At that point, she grabbed a random person's arm. "Dude, someone is dying right now. Like right now. As we're speaking. Go write THAT in your English paper!" she said enthusiastically. The male she happened to have grabbed jerked his arm away from her. "Sheesh, art majors..." he mumbled under his breath.

The girl chose not to say anything more and continued to walk, unsatisfied with his reaction. Gray reached into her pocket and took out her phone, scanning it for any new texts from her brother, Tommy. One. Veering to the side, Gray leaned against a tree. Meet me at the cafeteria. It's close to the entrance. it read. She bit her lip and pushed her hair back behind her ear. Out of a random bout of anxiety, she slung her backpack, a constant companion on a journey into the hell that was public school, to her front. Within a few moments, she had taken out her hat and stuck it on her head. She felt better.

A few minutes later, Gray had arrived in the cafeteria. She'd passed several students who looked either a: dead or b: much too awake to be considered normal. She couldn't help but notice a broken door hinge on the way inside. Gray chewed on her lip and forced her feet forward. "Tommy. Tommy." she reminded herself.

As if summoned, her brother appeared out of thin air. "Hey! Took ya long enough. How was Matt? You're fifteen minutes late." he asked. Gray pressed her mouth into a thin line. She allowed herself to look back on the event.


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The raven-haired girl rang the doorbell to Matt's house. Gray noticed a weed wilting by the doormat. "How sad." she said to herself. She kicked it. A second later, Matt opened the door. Gray pushed past him without saying anything, smirking. Once inside, she strode to the living room. She'd done this so many times before. "Hey old man. What's crackin'? Anything new? Hear any stories lately?"

Matt rolled his eyes and closed the door behind her. "How about some respect for your elders, hm?" he teased. Gray snickered. "Yeah, okay bucko," She sat down on his couch against the armrest -- her favorite spot. "So by the way, I'm going to college. I'm leaving this hell hole."

Her oldest friend's face showed surprise and then excitement. "Really? That's great!" A few moments passed. His face fell, though he tried to cover it up. "Where to?" Gray sighed and rubbed at her temples, digging for an answer. "I don't even remember, it's the one Tommy goes to. I'm going with him." she responded.

Beats of silence engulfed the room. Gray happened to glance to her side. One of Matt's clocks was off by a few minutes. She leaned over and grabbed it off the side table. She fiddled with it for a few moments, lost in thought. A silence between comfortable and uncomfortable floated in the air. The pair had no problem staying quiet and enjoying one another's presence, usually. But new like this kind of ruined that. "Well now who's gonna fix my clocks and junk?" he said, chuckling a little.

She gave a hum in response. After a few more seconds, she was satisfied. Gray set the clock back down and turned to face Matt. "Just mail em' to me, nerd. But I expect puns and morbid jokes in return. This is a symbiotic relationship, pal. she said fondly. Matt gave her a warm smile. "Right, of course," he said. "You gotta tell me how college works out too. And all the people you make uncomfortable." He walked up to her and sat on the opposite side of the couch and turned on the tv.

The pair of friends watched mindless tv shows for a few hours, exchanging a few words here and there. Mostly, they just enjoyed one another's company. "I'll miss coming to you for stuff," Gray admitted. Matt glanced at her and coughed a little. "Kinda already knew that." Gray couldn't help but choke up a little. Matt always did know.

The girl sat up abruptly. "Alright, college. Life. Adulthood. Taxes. Impending death. Mortgage." she said quickly, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Matt was a good guy, cuz he pretended not to notice. "Let's not forget poor diet choices." he piped in. Gray gave him a smile and walked for the door. "See ya, kiddo. Don't fail too hard, miss know-it-all." Gray snickered. "Like I would, existential crisis." she responded.


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Gray groaned and rolled her eyes. "Matt was Matt," she responded. A ghost of a smile painted her face as she pretended to be annoyed. "Let's go see if this stuff is edible."

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Dovepawlover's short story;;
Gray yawned and laid on her bed, bored out of her mind. She glanced up at the ceiling and let out a light hum noise. Having a fantastic idea, one of her greater ones, in fact, Gray vaulted her legs over the bed, a huge smile on her face. "Papa Eyebrows is coming to town." she said to herself confidently. She grabbed her laptop and went to her bathroom.

Her bathroom wasn't the cleanest, but it wasn't gross or anything. She just had a lot of... Stuff. Stuff she didn't even really use. They just sorta popped up one day and made their home. Gray also had a frazzled habit of not putting things away due to distractions. Her brain was either one track or all over the place; there was no middle ground.

Opening her laptop, she typed in her password and turned on her favorite podcast. Only half-listening to the words, Gray ruffled through the tons and tons of stuff she had in her bathroom. Nail polish that had been there for years and years, little combs, q-tips, and empty things of deodorant, she came across what she was looking for. A makeup pencil.

Makeup had never really been her thing. Gray's appearance wasn't exactly her main focus. Leaning and finding out new facts was definitely her main priority. Dolling herself up just... Wasn't that important to her. Truth be told, she didn't even know what kinda makeup pencil it was. It was brownish-black and had a dull end to it. She didn't know how it had ended up in her bathroom at all, but there it was. Its purpose had come. It'd been destiny, really.

Armed with a great image in mind, Gray gripped the pencil and began to color over her eyebrows. They didn't look the best. But then again, she wasn't really an artist. Snickering to herself, she drew over her eyebrows onto her forehead area and began to make a general outline. By now, Gray had fallen into a hysterical fit of giggles. With one done, she busted out a laugh. It didn't even look like an eyebrow. More like a very dark, thick rectangle where her eyebrows were supposed to be.

Gray had just started on her other eyebrow and began to mimic her Father's deep tone of voice. "My name is Sylar. Gabriel Sylar." Just then, Gabe walked down the hall, looking confused. "What on earth are you doing? I can hear your weird laughs from here, -" he said, but cut himself off at the sight of her.

At first, his face just looked very confused and startled. He was silent as he scanned her face, dragging his eyes along the mounds that were supposed to be eyebrows. He must have realized right then who Gray was impersonating. Sylar brought his hand up to his eyebrows, covering them. He squinted at her as he slowly walked backward out of the bathroom and then down the hallway.

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cyber;'s short story;;
Robyn laughed obnoxiously as they traversed the night with Azure. "So how ya feelin'?" they asked, their eyes wide with excitement towards their friend. The squirrel coughed awkwardly and looked away. "We're gonna get in trouble, dude! We shouldn't be here," he responded, looking much too anxious. Robyn snickered and swooped him off the ground, setting him on their shoulder. "Relax, relax!" he said loudly. "It'll be fine."

The squirrel huffed and sat on his friend's shoulder. "If I go to jail, I'm suing you," he grumbled. Robyn laughed. "For what? You willingly coming with me?" Azure said nothing in response.

The two were at an abandoned and private overpass in the boonies. It was really pretty out on that summer evening. Robyn had made a bet with their friend, Azure. If Azure couldn't eat a whole pizza on his own, he'd have to trespass and graffiti something pretty on the overpass. Their friend had lost, miserably. Robyn wasn't a bad person, nor someone who disrespected property, but he did love to make art and take risks. Robyn had tried talking Azure in getting to go with them, but he'd always be too scaredy-cat to go. But finally, they were going together.

Azure sat on Robyn's shoulder, his tail dangling down his back. The two playfully bickered more while Robyn made the walk to the chain link fence they'd have to hop. "Alright, I'm gonna put you over first. Don't flip out." they said, giving the squirrel the "I got my eyes on you gesture." Azure dug his feet into Robyn's collarbone. "Like hell I'm going first! You go first!" he complained. Robyn snickered and picked up the squirrel. "There's a tree on the other side. I'm going to throw you. You're going to catch the tree and climb down." they said matter-of-factly, a giant smile on their face.

As expected, Azure began to thrash. "No, no!" he screeched, his little arms flailing. Robyn chuckled and began to count and move Azure up and down with each number. "One... Two..." they said, drawing out each word. Before they got to three, they tossed their best friend into the tree above the fence. Azure landed just fine.

"You're a real jerk, Robyn!" the squirrel screeched. Robyn jumped to the ground suddenly, a worried expression on his face. "You're gonna get us caught! Shut up!" he exclaimed worriedly. As expected, Azure flipped out and scrambled into the tree branches, away from sight, and shut up immediately.

Robyn began to cackle loudly before sitting up. "Oh man, you're hilarious Azure!" they howled. "Your face was so priceless, you have no idea!" The squirrel scrambled down the tree, looking irritated and embarrassed. "Ha ha, soooo funny." he said, his tail twitching. In less than a minute. Robyn was over the fence and beside their friend. "Sorry, I just had to," they snickered before picking up their friend and setting him on their shoulder.

After that, the friends laughed every now and then together while they continued their journey. Eventually, they made it to the overpass. Robyn smiled at the pretty sight. They took out their phone and checked the time. "We got here at 1:07 am," they said. "Now, we spray paint it and go home." With that, Robyn walked up to the overpass and realized... They'd forgotten their backpack.

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cyber;'s short story
Finnian blinked as he walked into his apartment. Things were the same as always. Everything was as he left it. He rung his hands as he walked inside before setting down his things on the table in the living room. He walked past the mirror that was hung up in the hallway. He stopped. He looked very, very tired. His once happy, full face had lost its usual color. Dark circles plagued his eyes and his face was starting to dry out. "I need more water," he mumbled to himself.

The male walked to the bathroom and ran a hand through his hair. It felt somewhat greasy. Immediately, the idea of a shower popped into his head. He felt less lifeless with that thought. Finnian stripped down out of his clothes and turned on the water. He was a little picky when it came to his showers. They had to be just right -- not too hot, not too cold. Though if he was being honest, they were more warm than cool. Though every now and then, it was refreshing to take a cold shower.

As soon as he stepped into the water, the tenseness his muscles held disappeared. He let out a long, content sigh and allowed himself to just enjoy the feeling of the water hitting his body. Everything felt a little better in the shower. The day's events washed right off and down the drain, never to be seen or heard from again. Finnian's happy place was the shower. No one would disturb him there. It was just him, a closed door, a faucet, water, and soap. What could be better than that?

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okeke's personality information
Luna is outwardly soft-spoken. On the inside, however, she is constantly thinking and talking. She can be seen mumbling to herself, as it is a bad habit. What is she thinking and mumbling about? Luna has a mild case of paranoia. She has an array of irrational fears, unfortunately. A complete list of her fears includes: the full moon, insects, dirty clothes, sharp winds, some forms of body odor, and the dark. These fears rank from extremely scared, frightened, or very uncomfortable. When in face with these fears, Luna mumbles to herself and trembles. Her friends understand her fears, and while they can get somewhat frustrated with her, and they always help her how they can.

Aside from her problems when it comes to her phobias, Luna is a very sweet and honest komohært. She listens to people when they talk and is very interested in making new friends. Luna can be extremely sensitive, but she tries not to let this get the best of her. Any time someone hurts her feelings, she tells them very directly and to not do that again, if they can help it. While soft-spoken, Luna is not afraid to speak her mind honestly.

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Dovepawlover's short story
After smiling at someone who didn't smile back, Magnus huffed. "Well, I suppose they're just having a rotten morning," he said to himself. The man was on a morning walk to his most favorite cafe in the world: Jojo's. As per usual, he'd woken up bright and early and ready to start the day. Much to his dismay, Magnus was out of coffee at home. Instead of driving to any old grocery store to buy any old coffee beans, he had decided to treat himself to Jojo's.

As he passed several people, Magnus ran into a stray cat. It was orange, skinny, and far too grimy to be anyone's pet. "Oh dear," he exclaimed, leaning down to its level on the sidewalk. People swerved to avoid him in the traffic of the sidewalk. He outstretched a hand to the small creature, and it meowed a strangled cry before headbutting his hand. Magnus grinned. "Hello there sweet kitty cat," he cooed. "Are you hungry?" Without any hesitation, Magnus swooped the cat into his arms. The orange feline purred and rubbed its dirty face all over his neck and shirt.

His decision made, Magnus carried the cat on his way to Jojo's. Well, he would have if he hadn't heart a very angry, "Hey!" The man turned around to see a very, very pissed off male dressed in a huge hat, covering him from the sun. The black-haired man strode to him in great strides, pointing a finger the whole way. "And just what do you think you're doing!" he shrieked. Magnus, not at all equipped for the situation, took several steps back, his eyes wide. "I, erm..." he floundered, clutching the animal to him.

"That is MY cat!" he growled. "I've been chasing after the poor thing for weeks! I had to leave my freaking house for this!" Magnus blinked in surprise. "Oh, this is your pet?" he asked. The man's finger faltered. "Well... He isn't mine, mine. But he keeps running away from me when I try to pick him up and take care of him." The whole while the man spoke, the cat in his arms shook and trembled.

"Well..." he started. "Maybe you're coming on too strong. The cat doesn't seem to appreciate your tone and body language. It's quite friendly if you're calmer around him." The male blinked at him in frustration. Magnus tried again. "I'm about to take him to get some milk and food. Would you like to come with me?" he asked.

"Why should I go with you? I'll just take the baby and be on my way if you would," he said, reaching out towards the cat. The feline shivered and pressed its face into Magnus' neck. The male looked utterly dejected at the sight. "Very well, I will go," he grumbled.

Magnus brightened. "Awesome! What's your name?" he asked. The male straightened and brushed out the wrinkles on his clothes. "I am Robbie. Though you must know, when asking someone's name, you should really introduce yourself first," he explained. Magnus chuckled. "My apologies, Robbie. My name is Magnus."

Robbie scoffed and walked beside him. "A pleasure to meet you," he said, not sounding at all pleasured. The two walked in relative silence after that to the cafe just up ahead. Magnus had no expected this development in the least, but he was enjoying his morning more than he thought he would.

Entering the cafe, Magnus waved to the cashier. "Hello, Mandy!" he said with a smile. The cashier grinned and waved. "Nice to see you again, Magnus!" the woman responded. She blinked at the scrawny cat in his arms. "Ya know, we really don't allow pets, but since he's pretty much in your jacket, it's hard to tell, so I'll let it slide. What'll it be?" she asked.

"I'll have a warm bowl of milk and the usual, please," he said. Magnus turned to Robbie. "Would you like anything? My treat! To new friendship!" he exclaimed. Robbie looked at him like he sprouted a third eye. "Well... Erm..." he stammered, looking quite flustered. He glanced at the menu. "If you would, could I have a cappuccino?" he asked. Magnus nodded.

Mandy rung him up and nodded. "Glad to see you made yet another friend," she commented. "That'll be $7.50." Magnus grinned and handed her his debit card. "Yeah, this one's pretty interesting," he chuckled. He heard Robbie sniff behind him. Mandy handed him back his card after a few moments. "It'll be ready in about five minutes," she said.

The male nodded and walked to an open table by the window. Robbie followed awkwardly, looking somewhat out of place. "Alright, so let's get this cat to be more comfortable around you," Magnus said. Robbie sat down next to him and looked eagerly to the cat. "You just gotta be more calm with him," he explained. "If he thinks that you pose a threat to him in any way, he will be a lot more reserved."

Robbie scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Not to boast, but I have many cats at home," he said. Magnus blinked. "Ah... Well... Your cats must not be as shy as this one," he offered. Robbie sighed and nodded. "Yes, my cats are very clingy and outgoing. I must admit, I am not used to shy kitties. But I just couldn't leave this one out to the world!" he said dramatically.

Magnus decided that he liked Robbie a lot. He was very entertaining. "Alright, well, let's start slow then," he said. "Just reach out slowly and offer your hand to him."

He nodded and did just that. The cat trembled slightly in his arms but looked to Robbie with interest. The cat sniffed him and bumped his nose to the man's hand. Robbie grinned and gently scratched under the cat's chin. The cat mewled and headbutted his hand. Magnus smiled. It was an endearing sight to see a full grown adult so encaptured by a stray cat.

The man cooed to the cat lovingly while Mandy brought their drinks. "Here you are!" she exclaimed, setting down the drinks. He smiled to her in thanks. Magnus handed the milk to Robbie. "Here, give him this," he said. Robbie nodded without a word and placed the bowl in front of the cat.

As predicted, the cat lapped up the milk quickly and gratefully while Robby scratched its head. "There, see?" Magnus smiled. "Now you got the hang of it." Robbie smiled to Magnus excitedly. "Lucky for you, I won't have to light anything of yours aflame," he said nonchalantly. Magnus blinked in confusion. "Erm... What?" he asked.

Robbie waved his hand dismissively.

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Scary Blood's character information
Valefar
history: When Valefar was young and was deemed the "Demon of Thieves" he had to learn to steal. He grew up being taught the ways of the black market, thievery, robbery, and all sorts of other skills. Most things came naturally to him, as he was born the Demon of Thieves. At first, he learned small things like picking locks, pickpocketing, and smooth talking. Then it came things like aggression, hand to hand combat, and learning to make poison. Of course, this was all before he was even a mere 100 years old. There was no one really who taught him these things. Of course, fellow demons and his superiors would give him tips and things like that. Due to this, he knows all sorts of odds and ends. He knows how to make humans argue and fight, he knows how to summon bad luck, and he knows how to make any number of weapons. Growing up, he learned many, many things. The Demon of Thieves is around all sorts of unsavory types, after all.

Somewhere along the way, he met the Demon of the Sea. The two became a form of friends. They would fight together, learn together, and would both show each other what they knew. However, the Demon of the Sea was offered a job unbeknownst to Valefar. Valefar had stolen numerous things over the years. A human's prized possession was one of them - his family's jewel. The human called upon the Demon of the Sea. It was no secret the two demons were friends. The human offered his bloodline as eternal followers to the Demon of the Sea as a sacrifice. The Demon of the Sea, while hesitant, accepted the offer. Eternal followers, human or otherwise, were rare objects to demons. The Demon of the Sea betrayed Valefar and attempted to poison his friend. Valefar, while not an expert in poisons, knew a thing or two about the dark craft. As soon as he leaned over to inspect the poison, its close proximity scalded his left eye.

Valefar was forced to slay his friend, the Demon of the Sea. Since then, Valefar has not kept many "friends" around.

physical appearance: Valefar stands at a tall height of 177 cm. His eyes are a golden hazel, contrasting his snow-white long locks. HIs body type is lean but extremely toned. He learned at a young age that the more muscular you are, the more attention you grab. Attention is not what a thief needs. The male has two, sharp horns atop his head. Dragon-esque white and red wings are on his back and a tail lies on his lower back. Valefar is always seen with an eyepatch, due to the Demon of the Sea's betrayal to him.

general information: Valefar was once a General, but stepped down from the position so he could fight as a brave and valiant soldier.

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Wolf's character information
Keno
personality: While Keno can be more than a little strong when it comes to meeting new people, he really isn't a bad person. Yes, he can make comments that he shouldn't. Yes, he can be a little rude now and then. Yes, he can be very blunt. Past this rough exterior lies a very honest and empathetic individual. Keno, while he does speak his mind, is very caring. He doesn't have a filter because he believes honesty is the best policy. Instead of beating around the bush, Keno will say it how it is. Keno can also be very grumpy and hard to get along with. If he's around someone he doesn't care for, he will outright be well... A jerk. In the end, Keno will defend anyone and everyone. He believes what he wants.

history: The Australian Shepard-Husky mix was born in Brooklyn. He was raised there as long as he can remember by his single Father. There, he was taught to speak his mind. His Father had been a thief, though he had taught Keno to be honest. His motto had been, "Take what you need, and give what you can." Keno based his entire life on this motto. it wasn't until recently he moved away from Brooklyn to spread his wings elsewhere.

likes: cream soda, hot dogs, black coffee, pine trees

dislikes: asparagus, horribly paved roads, chocolate, tangerines

Dante
personality: Dante, contrary to his experience, is a soft-spoken individual. Many are intimidated when they meet him for the first time. After all, he's crackling with lava and raw heat. Poor Dante is all too aware what he looks like. To combat this, he smiles to everyone he meets. He gives people compliments and mentions their haircut when nobody else does. Dante never yells or raises his voice, as when his anger reaches an all-time high, he has a mini volcanic reaction. Instead of yelling, Dante speaks in a low voice and tells the person he is angry with calmly about his issue. Due to his calm nature, many of his friends approach him for life advice, which he is always happy to help with.

history: When Dante was younger, a horrible accident happened. A bully had been harassing a pup younger than he was. Back then, before he had learned patience and self-control, he exploded. Chunks of lava had spewed on the bully, leading to permanent scarring. Ever since then, Dante has kept a low-profile and learned to be kinder and more tolerable to people, no matter who or what they stood for.

likes: flowers, rock music, whipped cream, and YouTubers

dislikes: online shopping, neon colors, carrots, and vanilla cake