[SilverSamurai]

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[G1 Sunstreaker]

heRE I AM

Username;; G1 Sunstreaker
Name;;
Gender;; Male
Origin;; where are they from? Where did they begin? What does it mean to them? exc.

[TrashFan]

hERE wE gO!

Username;; TrashFan
Name;; Daraku koning
Gender;; Male
Origin;; where are they from? Where did they begin? What does it mean to them? exc.

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[Gadgetrocks]

Username;; Gadgetrocks
Name;; Anil (Of the wind)
Gender;; Male
I was born on Vehera island, we lived a happy life. Hunting for food in the jungles and plains, tumbling around with my siblings, sometimes stealing food from the humans. All was great! But then the poachers came...
1500 word total in form, up to 2 art pieces, no extras

[black crow]

username / intimacy
name / ryker
gender / male
origin / where are they from? Where did they begin? What does it mean to them?
1500 word total in form, up to 2 art pieces, no extras

[UltimateKitty]

Username;; UltimateKitty
Name;; gideon
Gender;; male
Origin;; where are they from? Where did they begin? What does it mean to them? exc.
1500 word total in form, up to 2 art pieces, no extras

res!!

[JulieMew1010]

Username;; JulieMew1010
Name;; Ediz [meaning high or mighty] (eh-deez)
Gender;; Male
Origin;; where are they from? Where did they begin? What does it mean to them? exc.
1500 word total in form, up to 2 art pieces, no extras

res! in Magae, he was an orphan that grew up on the streets
was taken in by a Magical Learning teacher and they tutored him, acting like a parent
he lived humbly and as he grew up he saw others like him
when he moved out he started taking people in, then he started tutoring those that couldn't afford a good education
I love this beautiful boye! ;;

xxThe kit was first found on the curb of a street in Blackpool. Nobody seemed to notice him at first, either because he was too small or nobody wanted to have to take care of a small kit. He had been dropped off there by somebody when he was just short of 3 years old. Everybody would wonder what had happened to his caretakers, but their thoughts were soon gone, the bustling activity of Blackpool blowing them away like a leaf in the wind. The only one to notice the kit was a schoolteacher. He was young and handsome, and his name was Arjun. He was constantly moving from place to place, tutoring older kits that needed help in their studies or could not afford a good education. He had taken glances at the young kit multiple times, but thought nothing of it. Someone will take him in soon, he thought to himself many times. But one day he was walking past the poor thing and he heard a noise. The smallest squeak, high-pitched and pitiful as anything. Arjun's heart splintered into pieces, and he knew what he had to do. Tears threatened to spill over and roll onto his cheeks as he saw the kit close-up for the first time. The kit looked up at him, piercing red eyes soft with sorrow and pain. His small blue claws were wrapped around his tail, keeping it from splaying onto the sidewalk and becoming in danger of being stepped on. The kit squeaked again, this time with confusion, as Arjun finally noticed that he had a large scarf on. It seemed to have been made for an adult Viscet, so he pondered for a moment whether it was from his abandoners, or a passerby that felt bad. Arjun suddenly felt a rush of hatred for whoever did this to the kit. Who would abandon a kit that couldn't even speak? Arjun choked on tears as he scooped up the kit in his arms, cuddling him close. The kit seemed delighted, yet calm as he took the kit with him back to his home. Arjun put him down and looked him in the eyes.
xx"What's your name?" he asked, sadness filling his gaze. The kit just squeaked. Who knew if he had a name? He probably didn't even know what it was, if any. "Ediz," Arjun decided suddenly. "Your name is now Ediz, and you are my son." The kit grinned at him, and then reached out. He nearly toppled over but Arjun caught him and put him on the couch. "You have quite a life ahead of you," Arjun sighed.

xx"What's this?" Ediz asked, pointing to a manila folder with lettering scribbled onto it. Ediz was now 7 years old, and was still getting the hang of reading.
xx"That's stuff for tutoring," Arjun replied. He had continued to tutor older kits that needed it, while also helping his own adoptive son with his work. He didn't have the funds to send him to school, so he taught Ediz along with a few other kits his age. "You must remember that I don't only teach your group, right?"
xx"Yeah, I remember," Ediz said with a sigh. "When will I be old enough to learn magic?" He suddenly asked. Arjun looked at him with a grin.
xx"Not for a while," he admitted with a shake of his head. "Not until 9th grade. You're in 2nd grade." At this, Ediz frowned. That was so long! "But," he continued, "if you do your work and work really hard, you might get there a little faster than the others." Ediz put on a grin, rubbing his forepaws together with mock malice. Arjun just smiled and turned back to his work. I will get there faster than anyone else, Ediz thought, confidence rising in his chest. I'll do it! I know I can.

[Lioashu]

Username;; humerussin
Name;; archer
Gender;; male
Origin;; where are they from? Where did they begin? What does it mean to them? exc.
1500 word total in form, up to 2 art pieces, no extras

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[mango marmalade,,]

Username;; mango marmalade,,
Name;; Ariel [air-ree-uhl]
Gender;; male
Origin;; where are they from? Where did they begin? What does it mean to them? exc.
1500 word total in form, up to 2 art pieces, no extras
I was born in a small town in the middle of nowhere, where tumbleweeds were no longer something cool from the movies and now were just a nuisance. I worked on my fathers cattle farm, where I was taught to be just and true. My father was a proud man, a tall sun-weathered Viscet with hard eyes but a kind smile. Even though he used to beat us when he got too drunk or angry, we still loved him. He was sweet with everyone, and everybody knew him. But although everybody knew he could be a funny man, they had also seen his mean side. It was a small town after all.
Ever since I was a young boy, I had always known that I would leave that town. Although my brothers seemed happy enough, I was never quite content with the small town. I wanted to do something big, to live out my dreams of changing the world. However, I was never given the opportunity, at least not while my father was still alive. You see, my father was a strict man, and held my brothers and I with an unmovable hand when it came to family traditions. But the bad thing about my family was that no one had ever left this place. My grandparents, great-grandparents, even some of my oldest relatives were born there and died there, not even making so much as a small trip to the city for supplies. Everything my entire family ever wanted was right here, in the cramped little town. Everyone except me. There was this itching, this something that I couldn't explain deep inside my heart. I longed to see the big city. I longed for something more, something bigger for my life.
Which is what drove me to do what I did.
It was a sweltering summer day, one that made your soles sticky if you set a foot on the asphalt street. I woke up as usual, to the sounds of my older brothers fighting with each other in the room to the right of me. I rolled out of bed, threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, then shook my little brother, who slept in the bed above mine, until he woke up, too. Then, as a pack, we all stampeded down the hall, pushing and shoving, to arrive first in the kitchen. After wolfing down a bowl of cereal, I chugged a glass of orange juice then threw on some shoes and galloped out the door and into the field that surrounded my house. In my town, our family were the Farmers. Being a farmer, chores came before school. And at that point in my life, I wasn't really expected to actually go to school. Everybody, including my schoolteacher, knew what the farmers did, and so they knew where my priorities were.
After bursting through the back door, I stopped. I took in the wonder of the place I lived in. Summer seemed to give a new light to the world around me, which was what I was experiencing. I tilted my head back, staring up at the huge, white, puffy clouds up in the sky above. I pointed at one, and squinting against the sun, tried to figure out what it resembled. A dancing alligator? No. A fuzzy slipper? Not that either. I scrunched up my face. AHA! It was a...
A booming voice smashed through my thoughts, jerking my attention from the sky and to the ground. "ARIEL! Get your ASS back inside!" My father bellowed, yelling through the small kitchen window that was protected by a hole-filled screen.
My head bobbed up and down as I silently cursed myself for letting my guard down and giving the appearance to my father of being lazy. "Yes sir!" I snapped sheepishly, running back inside. Once I had stepped back into my house, I faced my father. "Sir?"
"Ariel," he barked, his stern face dangerously leaning towards angry, "...Son. What are you doing outside, daydreaming? There're chores to be done. Your brothers are already out back, doing the work that you should be doing."
My eyes dropped. "Sorry sir. It won't happen again."
"Damn right it won't." My father growled, turning away. As I headed out the back screen door, I heard my father mumble one last time before the door slammed shut against the frame.
"Why can't you be more like your brothers."
....
Ever since that hot summer day, I was never quite the same toward my father. My ever respectful, always willing attitude had been replaced by a hot-tempered snappiness which made me quick to lash out at any slght provocation. My father npoticed this, and became hard on me, harder on me then even my 18 year old who had takne over us boys. I made me get up before dawn to do separate chores, then forced me to do my usual chores with the other boys. I becaem more and more tired, unable to fall asleep until only a few hours before I had to get up. And with the loss of sleep my temper grew shorter and shorter, up until the point where my father and I would get into screaming matches over something so little as a dirty plate left out of the sink. And ,y father, however kind he used to be, lost all of that. His sweetness, his ability to make anyone smile was lost to alcohol, booze, and liquor. He would sometimes stumble back into the house at three in the morning, and try to come into our bedrooms and hurt us. But I always made sure that the doors to our rooms were locked if he wasn't at the house by nine.
Soon, my other brothers, both old and young, would immediately leave the room if they noticed that both me and my father were in it. It got to bad that once, after school had started up again, my father came to school, and tried to beat me up in the office after he pulled me out of class. Obviously a teacher stopped him, but it made my adolescent self realize just what he would do to get revenge on me. I became wary after that, spooking at the slightest mention of my fathers name. I stopped waiting for him to wake me up, and instead taught myself to rise early enough so I could do my chores and get back into bed without him having to talk to me at all. I paid my older brothers to give me a holler the second they saw my father walking up the dirt path that led to my house, where from there I would go hide out in the barn and wait until he was inside to slink back in through the window.
But after so many months of doing this, I finally snapped.
It was still pitch black outside when I silently rose from my bed, and silently opened the door to my room. I crept down the hall to the kitchen, where after slowly pulling open a long drawer, I grabbed something. I slunk out of the kitchen, down the hall, and up a flight of stairs. Hopping from foot to foot to avoid any creaky stairs, I finally arrived at the door to my fathers room. The hallway was dark, the only light coming from the moon that shown in through the window. I narrowed my eyes, trying to shake off the feeling that the crescent in the sky was silently judging me, watching my every move. My stomach churned, knowing that something was terribly wrong here. But I shook it off, then felt myself, with great horror, begin to grin. And I was still grinning as I murdered my father where he slept in his bed.
I wasn't even given a trial.
After my father was found, everyone knew exactly what had happened even without evidence. I was sent straight to the Georgia State Jail, where I served my time of 9 years in a cell with two other inmates. While I was there, I was stabbed twice in my right eye with a kitchen fork, and once in my left eye with a bread knife. The inmates who did it said that I knew why they did it. I didn't.
I'm proud of where I came from. I'm proud of how I was raised, and what values have been ingrained in my hardened heart. I wish, however, my family meant more to me. After I served my time, I never once contacted them again. At court, my eldest brother wouldn't even look me in my eyes. None of them would. I don't want to think about what they would say to me if they got the chance. I don't want to give them that chance.

When I was younger, I always wanted to do something big with my life. I don't think this is what I meant.

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[SilverSamurai]

extending this to April 19th at noon due to some situations irl that have come up and I won't be able to be online much the next couple days ;;