[Crescent]

~Will the Wind Ever Come For Me?~

::Username::
RunningBlaze

::Mystic's Name::
Eros - Greek name meaning "love; sexual desire." In mythology, this is the name of the god of love & lust.

::Pronunciation::
[Air-ros]

::Gender::
Male

::Age::
20 years

::Sexual Orientation::
Straight



::Personality::

-Alluring-
Eros is quite the ladies man and all around flirt. He is physically alluring and the ladies seem to really like him. Though he doesn't really build any real relationships, he has no problem flirting or showing off for the ladies.

-Loving-
Eros lives up to his name, he is very loving and caring, though the tough-guy outer shell is a little hard to break. When someone finally earns his trust, or catches his attention for more than just a pretty face, he can be very loving and caring. He is a pretty good romantic, always thinking of small gestures he can give to show someone that their special to him.

-Loyal-
Eros is loyal almost to a fault, he would do anything necessary to keep his friends and family safe. Even if it meant giving up his own life. He came to be this way after his father left him for dead, he made a promise to himself he would not abandon his friends, no matter what. He is a very good guy and can always be seen smiling.

-Dominate-
Eros is in no way a follower. He can sit back and listen to others advice with no problems, but in the end, he does what he thinks is best for himself. Being a dominant personality, he doesn't like taking orders from anyone, or submitting. That being said, he is a pretty calm Mystic, so he tends to give everyone the respect they deserve. Although if you push him past his limit, he will snap and become very aggressive.

-Impulsive-
Eros acts on instincts almost 75% of the time, he is controlled by adrenaline and his natural instincts. He doesn't really think things through before he acts, and this sometimes gets him into bad situations if he makes the wrong move. He tries to control his behavior, but his brain just works this way, so there isn't much he can do about it. He is a very daring male, and takes risks that others would think only as foolish. But he has fun taking risks and exploring, so he doesn't care what they think.

-Brave-
Eros is a very brave Mystic, stemming from his impulsive behavior. He will charge into a discouraging situation with great determination and fearlessness. He raised himself after his father abandoned him, so he had to be brave in order to survive. This is a good trait for him to have, but mixed with his impulsivity can get him in major trouble.

-Independent-
Eros is very self-reliant, he learned from a very young age that no one would take care of you, like you would. His father had abandoned him and left him for dead, no one else would take care of him, so he had to learn to take care of himself. He doesn't look to others to help him when he's in trouble, and he expects everyone to kick him when he's down. He does have a few close friends, but even then he does things on his own. Like an Ash tree he holds his own, but needs friends and love to thrive.

::Theme Songs::
Kiss Me - Jason Walker
His name does mean love, and love is a big part of Eros's personality. He has a lot of love and compassion for others, though he hasn't found the one he's supposed to be with yet.

How Far We've Come - Matchbox 20
This song represents him well because he's all about moving forward and not dwelling on the past. He takes what's given to him and sees where it goes. This also shows his more chaotic side.

1961 - The Fray
This song represents his loyalty.

::Favorites::
Eros is very decisive and can pick his favorites easily, here are some.

Food-
Honeysuckle.
Eros loves the subdued sweetness of it. It's fresh and a little flowery tasting, though it only lasts for a moment due to the small size.

Drink-
Spring Water.
Eros enjoys the cool mineraly taste of fresh spring water.

Season-
Fall.
Eros flourishes in a colder temperature. He loves the cool crisp breezes of fall, the air giving warning that winter is sure to follow. He also loves the fallen leaves, making crunching sounds as he walks through them, and insulating him at night when he sleeps. Being a cold-lover, Fall really is the best season for him, allowing him to walk about in just the right temperature.

Song-
Violet Hill - Coldplay

Place to Be-
The Mountains.
Eros loves to be up in the mountains, preferably during winter, when everything is tucked away from the cold and it's silent. He can be alone with his thoughts and have fun in the snow, while having a high vantage point.

Element-
Fire.
Eros is very interested by fire, it can be destructive and chaotic when let loose and not controlled. Though it can have a purpose, and be used for good when someone it's kept in check. He also has a very fiery personality, so he is attracted by nature to an element that would represent him.

::Likes::
-Cold Weather
-Fall
-Flirting
-Fighting
-Honeysuckle
-Snuggling
-A Challenge

::Dislikes::
-Disrespect
-Hot Weather
-Humans
-Apples
-Lying
-Bitter Things
-Being Talked Down To

::Phobias & Fears::
Eros doesn't really have any Phobias, but he has a couple of fears. He absolutely hates moths, they flap around and dust on everything and scare him to death. If one touched him he might actually fall over and die. He also has a fear of severe weather, if it's starting storming really bad he can be found retreated into his den away from the sounds and sights.

::History::
My life hasn't always been great, or full of adventures. When it started out, it was normal.....until the day my mom's heart stopped beating.
I remember it clearly. Every detail. Every sound. Every agonizing second.
I'd been with my mother down by Arrowhead Lake. My mom was teaching me how to find the best food. We were smelling flowers in the damp earth beneath our feet when all of sudden, a white rose sprang into bloom right in front of my tiny eyes. My mother looked at it in admiration, saying that, "A white rose has not grown here for 100 years". I quickly sprang behind her leg, peeking out at the strange flower and it's intoxicating smell.
She had told me I'd be great. She told me I would grow up to be someone of importance. That this was a sign.
That peaceful moment was shattered like glass when my raging father stormed into view. His teeth were bared in a menacing smile as he looked at me cowering beneath my mother, "Stupid pup, when will you learn to be a man?",he had growled savagely at me. He had quickly ripped the flower out and tossed it into my face as I tried to shrink away into my mother's warm pelt.
Now he was angry. He didn't want his boy to be a sissy sniffing flowers all day.
He let out a cackle of horrifying amusement at my fear and snatched me up by the scruff away from my mother, giving me a good shaking. My mother stared in horror for a split-second before ramming him to the ground, her fangs secured around his throat. "YOU DO NOT TOUCH HIM", she'd howled in blinding anger as I scampered underneath the roots of an ash tree. My breath came in shallow heaves, my eyes were wide with unmistakable fear as I watched my parents fight brutally.
This lasted for what seemed like hours, blood droplets running down both of their pelts as they went in for another bite or rip. It seemed like my father had been beaten as his stuck his tail between his legs and whimpered.
Now my mom turned to where I was hiding and asked if I was alright.....at least that's what she was trying to ask when out of no where my father was off the ground like a rocket, aimed straight at my mother's neck. "NO!", I screamed as loud as my small lungs were capable of, without thinking I launched out of my hiding spot and hit my father hard enough to make him stumble. But my small body would do no damage to the giant, dead set on killing my mother. He turned his bloody mouth to look at me with utter hate in his burning amber eyes, before slicing his razor sharp claws into my stomach, over and over again as my mother lay unable to move. Tears streaming down her face as she was sure he'd kill me. I was out in a matter of seconds, my fragile puppy body couldn't take the damage my ruthless father had inflicted on me.
I don't know where I am. Will I break or will I bend?
I woke up in a haze, my stomach screamed as I attempted to get to my feet. By now it was night. As I strained to see through my clouded vision, I made out the lump that was my mother. Her eyes were open, by her last breath had been heaved. Now she stared blankly, dry tears crusted on her face, her maw formed into an ever-snarling expression.
They say we go out with a bang. But really it's a cry to the wind...and family left utterly alone.
I couldn't bring myself to believe it. My stomach was ripped and dried blood was pooled around me, but I dragged myself with pain beyond imagination over to my mother's side. Where I snuggled into her cooling fur, and tried to lock her fading scent into my memory. As my vision started to darken, and sleep overcame me for the last time, my nose was filled with the comforting scent of wind and earth. The last piece of my mother to stay behind, as her soul went to wherever they go. I knew she'd be watching me, if I ever awoke from this icy numbness.

When I awoke next, my mother was gone. I was in a strange place, there were colorful leaves of all kinds strewn around the cave floor. I looked quickly to my side only to see that my stomach had been healed, the scars hidden beneath my fur. But they were still a reminder of what happened to my mother, and a reminder that I was now alone. Utterly and completely alone.
I had no doubt that one of the legendary, but rare healers had found me. Taking pity on the small pup snuggled against a dead mother, and brought me to this place, healed me, and vanished.

The next year of my life was spent surviving. Because that's all I was doing. Without anyone in the world to love me, or help me. I was merely surviving instead of living life. I grew into a fine young adult, but I still preferred to stay as a loner. Pack ways held nothing for me until I found friends or a mate I could care about.

My quest is done, I've beaten the clock, everyone should know that I still won't stop.
Now that I'm grown, I look back on the memories of my mother as the best days of my life. My scars are still there, just buried beneath my fur. But I'm older, and wiser and now I don't care if I have them for the rest of my life. Everyone has a story, those scars tell my story. I just want to know, will the wind ever come for me? Like it did for my mom?


::Reactions::

Eros lives up to his name, he is quite a ladies-man and welcomes flirting, though he isn't really up for serious commitment unless the girl is beautiful and he really enjoys her company.

Eros does not enjoy being talked down to or insulted, he will fire back retorts as fast as you can bring them.

Eros is brave, while he may be scared on the inside, he will very rarely show it one the outside. He tires to be the strong one in bad situations.

Eros may be an alright guy, but he will get on your case if you push him. He is a great fighter and is usual merciless, though he won't kill anyone unless there's no other option, or they deserve it.

::Two Facts About Mystics::
1. Mystics live up to 25-100 years.
2. Males can have spikes or no spikes at all, depends on whether they are rare or not.

::Why Do You Want Him::
I've been stalking this species since it started, waiting for the perfect one, and when I saw him, I knew he would fit right in with my other characters. I would be absolutely honored to have this handsome male join my characters, and he would be spoiled with art for sure. He's so unique and special. I just completely fell in love with him <3

::Art Of This Mystic::

By Duh

By Me

By toiletpaper

[Fiacla]

I can't wait to see him!

*edit* Reserved for form XD

[Gael]

ooooo i wanna get himm!!!
Username:
Mystic's Name: Vanilla Seranader
Gender: Male
Age: 20 years
Personality: Funny, brave and smart
~Funny~
He always seems to be making his friends laugh. When he messes up on something, He will always try to do something crazy to fix it.
~Brave~
He stands up for his friends, even when times are tough. When a bully picks on one of his friends, he defends his friend to the very end.
~Smart~
He is a Problem solver. When he is in a pickle, He can find his way out easily. He likes to solve Sudoku Puzzles and any type of puzzle.
History: WIP
Two fact about Mystics:

Males can have spikes or no spikes at all. Depends on whether they are rare or not.

They do not open their eyes. Their eyes are closed.

Why do you want him: I mean... The first Male Mystic!! wow! very Rare! Plus... Ive never owned a Mystic... so this would be the perfect mystic For me!
Art of this Mystic: WIP
Major things are WIP because it is time for bed.... dont judge... early day tomorrow
crud....... depressive cause of the better art and forms

[Flowerdust]

Username: Flowerdust
Mystic's Name: Zephar I think it fits him
Gender: Male
Age: 20 years
Personality: WIP
History: WIP
Two fact about Mystics: Mystics live up to 25-100 years and are slender
Why do you want him: Well I have to say he is really stunning. I also love the fact he is a male beacause i am morecomfortable with mae charries and he really fits the job. I also love the spikes and well all around this quy is perfect
Art of this Mystic: coming

[blueh]

Dropping out-

[AbbeyDawn]

God, I'm exited! XD This post is reserved for my form

[xxazul63xx]

reserving for form......... mua hahahaha!

[rax]

Username:
Gazehound
Mystic's Name:
Simply Complex
Gender:
Male
Age:
20 years
Personality:
.:Flexible:.
Simply Complex can handle anything life throws at him. He deals with change easily, and even welcomes it sometimes.
.:Suspicious:.
Simply Complex can only trust those he is very close to, because other people have deceived him many times.
.:Cryptic:.
Simply Complex is very secretive, and uses codes often to make sure only those he trusts may find him.
.:Cautious:.
Simply Complex is a cautious fellow; he was very impulsive in the past and learned some things the hard way.
History:
Simply Complex was a party animal. He was impulsive, reckless, and thoughtless. He did what he wanted, took what he wanted, and didn't care a bit. A bit like the honey badger, eh? XD Everyone told him that someday he would regret the way he lived his life. Did he listen listen to them? No. He kept on stealing, vandalizing, and being a downright jerk. People just ignored him for awhile; "He's a teenager: he'll grow out of it." But Simply (let's just call him that) never grew out of it. People stopped ignoring him, and started to chase him away. Simply just struck harder. He thought it was a fun game to make peoples' lives h*ll. Everyone decided that to drive him out for good, they would have to come together and chase him away as a mob. When Simply (in the middle of stealing a orchid flower) felt the ground shaking and heard thousands upon thousands of paws coming straight towards him, he bolted. He didn't know where he was running to, he just ran. Simply only stopped running to drink from a puddle glowing in the moonlight or to catch his breath. When he came to a canyon, he finally ceased running. He could no longer hear frantic mysticss'? paws and panting, so he half-climbed, half-stumbled down into the canyon out of sheer exhaustion. He awoke to find Marble and Gargoyle, who were also chased out of their homes. They became his only trusted friends, and taught him how to live life the right way, as they had figured out through many hardships.
Two facts about Mystics:

A male only comes once every two weeks, they have spikes instead of wings.

They are almost always natural colors, but special or rare ones, have markings that can be unnatural colored.

Why do you want him:
I love the new male lines, and his dark brindling is very striking and beautiful against his white coat. I love the dark undersides, and how his brindling is outlined by black. I don't have a mystic yet and I would love to get this beauty. :) Overall, he is stunning and gorgeous. And I would draw him a lot. c:
Art of this Mystic:

[Flowerdust]

Not to be pushy but when does this open? just wondering

[Gael]

mrrg yuss it has been a week..... RIOT!!!!