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username; Đại Miêu
name; Sokun
gender; Male
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I hope i did the tail and shine right.. ;;O;;
extras; this one is a cutie ;;v;;

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I will try ovo

[NE0N-UMBR30N]

mark

[Lokisaurus]

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|| lokisaurus || common tail || standard shine ||
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this is momotaro. his shines are of peaches. he's very shy.
momotaro was born to two very independent kalons who
were not too thrilled to have a bouncing baby boy so soon
after getting together. they stayed together for their son,
and eventually grew to love the family dynamic that they
originally thought they would despise. momotaro - nick-
named "peachie" because of his unique fruit shine - grew
up in a supportive house-hold, despite his own brain holding
him back at times. peachie is a serious introvert, and though
he's a good singer and a prolific writer, peachie has troubles
connecting with those in his physical social circle. his
anxieties just get to be too much sometimes, and he has
to take time to get himself back to feeling just right by
being alone for a little bit. however, when peachie is
feeling okay, he's a bright boy with lots of opinions, even
if those opinions are said rather quietly.
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|| tba || playlist || tba ||
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|| gay || silly || kind || always exhausted || opinionated ||
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momotaro has a fraught relationship with his mother and
father. he knows they mean well, and their encouragement
led to him becoming a very well-known kalon singer, but he
hates the fact that they continue to push him past his breaking
points, even though they know about his anxieties. it's a
blessing and a curse that his parents are supportive, as they
believe that no issue is too difficult to overcome, even if it
is your own brain you're fighting.

momotaro has since found comfort in other people like him -
those depressed or anxious over life in general, and has joined
a therapy group that he goes to once a week per his therapist's
request. it's much easier to talk to a small group of people, and
his time with his therapy group have strengthened his resolve,
and momotaro is now okay enough to be in crowding areas without
feeling scared or suffocated! he still has a long way to go, though.
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|| (c) me || tba || tba ||
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“Higher.”

Momotaro took a deep breath. He felt light-headed, and the room swayed a bit if he moved his head too fast.
He shook his head mutely. His teacher gave him a stern look but allowed him to take a moment to recuperate.

Peachie watched as his teacher paced around the little classroom they were in, waiting for her student to get
back to normal. A stocky, slightly eccentric woman, Miss Donum looked like a caged animal animal when she
wasn't teaching or singing. It was slightly scary.

Peachie cleared his throat. Miss Donum’s snapped to him and she paused in her pacing. Peachie shifted in his
seat - he didn't like direct eye contact. He was the first to glance away.

“I-I’m ready to start again now.” He said quietly.

Miss Donum stared at him for a handful of heartbeats, most likely judging his actual ability to continue with her
rigorous lesson. She took her own deep breath. One heartbeat, two heartbeats. Then she smiled.

"That will be all for today, Momo. We'll work on your breath control again on Thursday." Momotaro looked up,
relieved that he wouldn't have to exert his lungs any more today. He nodded, taking another swing of water.

"Uhm.... thanks. I-i'll get my things and I -"

Miss Donum closed her hand, signalling for a "stop". "Breath control on Thursday, and I want you to tell me the
next time you get dizzy. Having a panic attack over a song is not my idea of fun."

Momo's eyes widened. "How did you know?" He squeaked out.

Miss Donum smirked. "You're not the only one with mental health issues, piccolo."

"Ma'am, that's a small flute."

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[Hot Dad]

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[cribunni]

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[Mid-life]

mid-life | faraji | male
one day, a beautiful golden buffalo gave birth to an ugly brown one. his pelt was that like mud and certainly displeased the herd very much, for only gold buffalo were allowed in their herd. he was shunned, cast away from the herd, where he went to go live off on his own. he wandered for days until he happened upon an ancient abandoned temple deep in the african forest. he entered into the grand temple, whose walls were lined with silver and gold. although not as shiny as it once was, it still gave off a brilliant color. vines were wrapped gently along each pillar that allowed such an ancient structure to remain standing. he stared in awe at the artistry of such a temple and decided to stay the night. that night, he was visited by a beautiful sky goddess in his dreams who informed him that he would be of service to the great sun god and that he would be given a blessing: the power to provide abundance to anything he wished. in return, he would deliver a jewel to a maiden whom the sun god was in love. and so when morning came, the young buffalo began on his search for the maiden, taking the jewel, which the goddess had left, with him. he was informed that this maiden lived in a humble hut just beyond the great hillside. wip wip wip.... not even sure if i'll keep this story but ahhh do not steal

the maiden is not interested in such materialistic things

[MirrorMask]

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Username; MirrorMask
Name; Irwin
Gender; Female
Age; Roughly 4 years old
Sexual orientation; Pansexual
Height; 4.15 ft
Alignment; Chaotic Good
Powers; Irwin is not supernatural in any
form or fashion but she has a uncanny
ability to stare danger in the face
and not flitch; there is nothing in
the world that can shatter her
confidence to the point where it
even startles her aggressors. People
close to her make the joke that
she has the attitude of a honey badger
or must of been one in another life.
Theme Song; Soda City Funk

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"Only I can change my life. No one can do it for me." - Carol Burnett

Personality Quip;
Irwin learned everything from her mother, she was her icon, her mentor and
the most important person in her life. When she lost her, she knew the only way
the carry on her legacy was to never falter in her ventures. Therefore, even
if it'll kill her she'll face danger in the face because making her mother
proud means more than any injury she could gain. Now even through she has
a tough persona Irwin has a lot of self doubt within her, although she's too headstrong
to vocally admit to it. Regardless, no matter how hard she tries to shake it off or
talk herself out of it she still falls victim to that nagging voice. She just
goes day by day willing herself to ignore it and hoping it will become static
at the back of her mind; she has yet to experience that. Still Irwin is
determined to go throughout her days with her best face forward because that's
what her mother would want for her. She knows the key to success is lying within herself
and as soon as she shakes off her past guilt, there will be nothing stopping her.
She only needs to figure out how and it's only a matter of time till she does.

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❝xxIxxA MxxT H ExxW I N D .xxO N ExxD A Y ,

T H ExxB A S I C S
name. micco
nickname(s). rising sun; sunshine
gender. male
pronouns. he/him
sexuality. pansexual
nationality. native american
rank. chief-in-training

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D I G G I N GxxD E E P E R
(+) positive traits. hardworking. dedicated. playful. friendly.
(=) neutral traits. determined. curious. loyal. intelligent.
(-) negative traits. semi-hyper. disorganized. clumsy.
fears. being abandoned. starving or dying from dehydration.
secrets. he’d much rather be a storyteller than chief,
and something you have to read his history to find out.

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S K I L L S E T
“unexpected” strengths. planning. tactics. (mental)
situational awareness. puzzles. navigation.
“unexpected” weaknesses. lying. (physical) situational
awareness. stealth.

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S T A T S
agility. ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆
charisma. ★★★★★★★★☆☆
compassion. ★★★★★★★★★☆
creativity. ★★★★★★★★★☆
health. ★★★★★★★★☆☆
intelligence. ★★★★★★★★★★
speed. ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆
stamina. ★★★★★★★★☆☆
strength. ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

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I N T E R E S T S
likes. stargazing, dancing, storytelling, botany, medicine,
rainstorms, music, art.
dislikes. meetings, liars, sandstorms, feeling trapped,
really most business things.
hobbies. drawing, astronomy, storytelling, gardening.

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F A V O R I T E S
color. yellow and blue are tied for first place.
constellation. he cannot pick just one, but his favorite
star would have to be the north star because of its
importance/meaning.
food. he prefers most fruits to everything else.

micco was born to kind but strict parents who value tradition above all else, in a large sedentary tribe. he’s lived there his entire life, never traveling beyond the confines of their land at any point during his childhood. so for the longest time his only contact with the outside world were the traders and caravans who sought refuge with them from time to time. he had always hoped to travel beyond their land, explore the world and collect stories to share everywhere he went. and he now knew he would be able to travel beyond their land, but his plans had had to change the day it was decided that he would be the next chief.
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the thing is, his family line has led the tribe for as long as anyone can remember. currently it was his mother and father co-leading them, but one day it would be him. yet, that wasn’t how it was supposed to be. in accordance with tradition, his older brother should have been the next chief; however, the night of the ceremony it all fell to ruin. his family was nearly torn apart by the argument that ensued that night—the screaming unlike anything he’d ever heard before or since. it all came down to this: his brother refused to be the next chief. truthfully he wasn’t good at it anyway, but the real reason was because his brother loathed it more than anything. all his life he’d been prepared for this day, and now that it had come he couldn’t stand it. in addition, he argued that their cousin would be a much better chief that he ever could be anyway. everyone knew it to be true, but that didn’t matter: it wasn’t tradition,
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needless to say their parents refused to see reason. the shouting match only got worse, and eventually his father reached the point where he was threatening to disown his brother. it was then he knew he had to do something. once someone is disowned they are completely shunned by the tribe and must leave before the sun rises the following day, and they cannot return. and that was something he could never let happen, no matter the consequences. so he stepped up to the plate, sacrificing his freedom to avoid losing his brother. with a steady voice he had told them a simple truth that changed everything: the only real requirement of the tradition is that the chief-in-training be a descendant of the main line. his brother tried to stop him, but that night the ceremony was held with him in his brothers place.
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in the end, he’d much rather lead with his brother by his side than be some storyteller without him. but, that is not the real end of the story. after all, what the chief says is law. so once he is the chief, there is no one stopping him from retiring early and naming his cousin chief in his stead. he’s playing the long game, and he’ll win it all in the end. after all, what’s a few years in exchange for a lifetime of happiness?

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