[veridian]

yes yes yes

[sentimental]

i'm just here to watch ♡

[cyborgishly]

username cyborgishly name Prince diaval gender male

personality: [ max 50 words ]
likes/dislikes: [ max 100 words ]
hobbies/history: [ max 150 words ]
extra writing: [ max 200 words ]

[necropoliis]

[ username Obliivous | name Aubigail | gender female ]

“can you hear the faeries?"
Have you seen her, walking through the
fields at dusk, talking to herself?
She says there are faeries- ha! As if.
As a kit, of course, we simply smiled along
at the silly game- many have imaginary
friends, right? But many also grow out
of them... not Aubi.
"hello there, what's your name?"
Would you like to walk with me?
Many call me delusional, and I can
understand why'd they believe that, but
I don't mind so much. There's magic all
around us- in the morning dew, a bird's
call, the unfurling fern. Understanding
the magic will let you understand one
another- that's why I don't mind
the rumors.
"can you hear the faeries?"
Not yet? Don't worry, you just have
to listen a little closer.
[131/200]

preferences
like; flowers (lilac!), tea, fantasy novels,
cats, the sunlight after a storm, sunsets,
fireflies, captioned videos, scones, folk
music, fruit smoothies (likes grapes a lot?),
conspiracy theories, The Breakfast Club,
Gaelic, four leaf clovers, ginger & rosemary,
stained glass bottles

dislike; violence, misunderstandings, jumping
dogs, black coffee, dust (allergies), things
that are overly buttered/salted/sugared,
pop ups/screamers, loud noises/music,
crowded cities
[64/100]

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personality
Though her head may seem in the clouds,
Aubi's often observing the world around her.
She shows compassion to everyone she meets,
even when they think she's strange. Despite
rumors, Aubi is just a kind soul who enjoys
the company of nature.
(And hey, maybe the faeries too?)
[50/50]

history & hobbies
Aubi moved around a lot as a child- she was
the only child of two rather wealthy, and absent,
parents. Often moving for work, she wasn't
very close with either and spent her time
entertaining herself, as it was hard to make
friends moving so often from school to school.

What always stayed the same, though, was
the fact that nature, and supposed faeries
followed. Maybe they were imaginary friends
that were created to keep Aubi company, maybe
they were fantasies spurred from her
reading of magical stories, but nonetheless
she continued exploring forests for them well
into her teenage years. During these years,
Aubi learned a good amount about the flora
and fauna of the places she traveled, eventually
moving back to her favorite childhood home
and set up shop as an herbalist. While some
claim she's a witch, Aubi continues learning
about nature and the magic it posses.
[150/150]

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[vak]

username: ɴᴏᴠᴀᴋ xxxxx name: leander verkin xxxxx gender: proxvir
personality: spite-fuelled to the end, and standoffish til being a classified mute, he's identified as the individual you should avoid. he lives to protect and serve, but is infamous for antagonizing those he's sworn to. his behavioral patterns are indirect and sly, a trick is best always assumed. remain vigilant. [ 50/50 ]
likes/dislikes: preferences include mute colors, low noise volumes, ale, the thump of heavy boots, all water related noises, difficult challenges, using unconventional words incorrectly without repercussions, nippy temperatures and ruffling winds, sweets and coffee, fairly quiet creatures, and any pretty face he can sway his way.
disfavor leans towards feeling vulnerable, any relationship beyond acquaintance, sticky or oily residue, being dwarfed, harp cords, tedious activities or work, writing in excess, sudden weather shifts, fires, singing of any sorts, being unable to recall details and being required to remember information, knots of any nature, humid weather, heavy or thick clothing, and company. [ 100/100 ]
hobbies/history: hobbies are few..does being a nuisance count?
the past is a fuzzy time for him, up until 7 years ago. when he was brought into the ranks of his clan. but what he can pinpoint from those dark years is a city under the strain of an uprising, and he was a member of the resistance. the why and how of this conflict is lost to him, but the fighting was brutal. great losses were suffered. the sole memory able to be resurfaced is his own capture.
an invasion of the weakened resistance's headquarters by the opposing forces as a last ditch effort to stamp out the revolution at the core. the rebels were able to gather their feet beneath them and push back, while leander ran updates between the commanders. during a trip he was overtaken and transported to a dungeon where he received the mark of a prisoner. [ 150/150 ]
extra writing: escaping the past is a difficult feat when you've the memory-span of a newborn fawn. recalling where you originate from or your name might be damn near impossible, but keep your nose north and you're bound to shake the shrouding demons for a while, if nothing more. hell, you might get lucky and happen across a pack of fools gone enough to allow you into their ranks. but that doesn't translate to you not spending every existing moment with your eyes glued to the shadows from which you emerged.
you meld into the crowd, alter your appearance, and pray to your god for safe keeping from the forgotten threat that lingers. take a warrior's position and all the scars that come with it, hope you perish honorably in battle rather than at the hands of the loyalists. but you're marked for death. a brand visible to all but you defines your appearance now; the mark of a prisoner - a gun to his head - nestled in a sea of fur but bare itself. you're still a prisoner, and you will be for the rest of your life. the shackles gone but their weight still heavy there. this is it, desolation row. [ 200/200 ]

[Decora]

username: Dragoncat08 / name: Zeke / gender: Male

Zeke is a very soft and feminine boy. He loves everything and often finds himself loving things that everyone else hate, like bees. He's very emotional as well, crying over little things and laughing at a stupid joke that he doesn't even understand. (43 words)

Zeke loves everything. Especially bees! He loves how fuzzy they are and the bright yellow is so hypnotic. He doesn't like their stinger though and tends to run away from them because of that. There is one thing he hates, although he doesn't like to admit it. He hates the color pink. He doesn't understand why its so popular, its hideous. Why cant yellow have more fans? Yellow is wonderful! His whole house is full of yellow and flowers that attract bees. (82 words)

He enjoys owning and raising bees. He has a little bee farm behind his house and likes to sit outside watching them make honey and build hives. He often collects the honey and hoards it so he can never forget their hard work. Another hobby of his is painting. Well painting with yellow. He loves painting with yellow and doesn't enjoy painting with any other color, he doesn't care that yellow is a weird color. He remembers his mom taking out to go sight seeing and having a competition to see who could find the most bees or find the most walls with yellow paint. His mother liked the color yellow and bees so I guess this is where his hobbies came from, he doesn't know himself if this where his love for yellow or bees came from but hes pretty sure this contributed. (144 words)

extra writing:

When Zeke was younger he was teased for looking so much a girl, he enjoyed having the long hair and big eyelashes but always blamed genetics and denied that he wanted to look this way. He always came home upset and one day cut his hair short. He hated it, regretted it. He cried himself to sleep until it grew back. In collage he decided to look the way he wanted and started to use makeup and act more like himself. He loved the freedom and it made him fell so happy. He soon discovered his true personality. He stopped acting like how other boys told him to. He also discovered the type of girls that make his heart skip a beat. He loves girls who cook and never wear pink.(131 words)

[monta,]

mark!

[vjg321]

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username:

vjg321
name:

born jane now leona [meaning lioness.]
gender:

female
personality:

leona is a petite woman who shocks the world with the conflicting aspects of her life. despite her size she is willing to fight anyone, she cares for others but is unable to care for herself, and her desire for affection is blocked by her refusal to let anyone close. [ 50/50 ]
likes/dislikes:

likes;; pastel colors, her two huge newfoundlands Auggie and Newton, marine life, mma (really she prefers to fight dirty and just go for the eyes and nose), winning, very very sweet tea, sunsets, respect of her boundaries, avoiding her past, all forms of pasta, and writing
dislikes;; olive green, ferrets, loosing, waking up before the sun, loud noises, all talk and no action, soups with weird texture, the name jane, being judged by her looks, mistakes, needles (will avoid at ALL costs), waffles, and her parents. [ 86/100 ]
hobbies/history:

le had a rough childhood with absent parents who didn't get along with each other or herself. at the age of fourteen she was already independent and could fend for herself so she decided she needed to leave her toxic home environment and run away. donovan, who was a friend of a friend, took her in and acted as her older brother and the adult figure she needed. the day she turned eighteen she changed her name to leona and tried to erase as much of her past as possible. she now has a bit of a harsher outlook on life and prepares for the worst, leading her to take up mma fighting as a hobby and stress outlet for her. her joys come from marine life and her dogs. she loves designing beautiful exotic fish tanks and wants to find out how to turn her passions into a career.[ 150/150 ]
extra writing:

le loves to use her small and petite figure to device the world and those around her, surprising everyone when her feisty spirit shows through and when she has the strength to back herself up. due to her past issues, she likes to build a wall between herself and everyone so she never really lets anyone see what she is feeling and usually just casually projects her feelings though jokes or side comments. she never wants to admit her craving for love, since she sees it as a weakness, and since she is still in the closet she is often too afraid to pursue anything past a crush. her pent up spirit, lack of an emotion outlet, and repressed feelings and desires have sometimes caused her to lash out and get in trouble. she cares for others and means well, but until she can find a patient soul who she can trust to love, she will be misunderstood. [ 158/200 ]

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[rustyroxy]

username; rustyroxy
name; tbd
gender; female
personality; [0/50]
likes/dislikes; [0/100]
hobbies/histories; [0/150]
extra writing; [0/200]

[broken*]

username: broken*

name: eugenia (ancient grecian origin,
name meaning "well-born")
gender: female

personality: eugenia is a strong woman, who carries herself with head high, although not in an arrogant way. she is highly intelligent, and quite clever, making her very good at her job. eugenia feels very deeply, which can be both a blessing and a curse, and she keeps it to herself often. [50/50 words]

likes/dislikes: [94/100 words]
✔using both dark magic & light magic, studying alchemy & ancient runes
✔going to military war panels, & advising alexander with athena's approval
✔training w/ weapons & prepping her body for physical warfare
✔reading books to expand her knowledge of anything she can get a hold on
⚔being disrespected, especially by men, or talked down to in any way
⚔military leaders trying to interrupt her and/or ignore what she says
⚔staying away from the temple for long periods of time, it hurts her spiritually
⚔alexander making decisions without her aka athena's opinion or wisdom

hobbies/history: eugenia was born in 363 BC in 'ancient' athens greece. little is known about her parents, except that they were very poor and gave her to the priestesses in the temple of athena, the goddess of wisdom and military victory, as a child. growing up in the temple she showed great potential, and the older women took her under their wings to train her in a way none of the other girl were being trained. she now serves as the high priestess of athena, not only in her home city of athens, but also to alexander the great himself. eugenia only has one 'hobby' of sorts, and that would be her abilities as a sorceress. she was born with magic running through her veins, which has helped her in her job. eugenia doesnt know where the magic comes from, since she doesnt know her family, but she's grateful for it. [150/150 words]

extra writing: [200/200 words]
i will always do what's best for my goddess, even if it's not what my emperor commands. alexander knows i dont follow him fully; he knows my heart and loyalties lie with athena. i have abilities that most arent blessed with; gifts for my loyalty from athena. i'm a sorceress. i remember the first time alexander tried to bully me into his way when i was opposed to it; he learned that day how strong i am.
"priestess eugenia, i don't think you're quite hearing me clearly. i am going to attack eqypt and take control of that northern part of africa. it will expand my empire out of europe. and you are going to tell athena she'll help us achieve victory" alexander stated arrogantly, his head held so high that you could see the hairs in his nostrils.
i remember my hair rising up to stand on all its ends, a strong breeze picking up in the hallway, blowing the furniture around, ripping pictureframes from the walls. i rose from the ground, the air lifting me, and blew alexander against the wall. "no, emperor. i will speak to athena and give you her advice. you dont control her."