[not.human.at.all.]

To adopt this fella. Tell me its name, gender, and why it wears the mask.

-Extra's are ALLOWED =]

ENDS SEPTEMBER 11th

[Flowerdust]

Name
Diego
Gender
male
Why He Wears His Mask
Diego wears his mask as a remeberence of his ancestors of the native South American tribes. Many of them were healers and the wore masks simlar to his. He has even in heriated a knack for plants.

[Red_Cat_Artist]

Name: Thorack
Gender: Male
Why he wears his mask:
When Thorack was young, he was caught in the middle of a forest fire with his family. Thorack managed to escaped, but sadly no one else. He had severe 2nd degree burns all over his face, that left ugly red scars. He didn't want anyone to see him like that, so he forged a mask out of an old skull, and tribal paint. The signs painted on his mask show his pain and grief of previous events. He now lives in the mountains were no WtD dares to go.

[sylveonite]

His' Name;

Kodeat

Gender;

Male.

Why he wears his mask;

His mask is the only thing Aur has of his past. His face has scars from battles and he created this mask to hide them from the others.

[Soph6297]

Name Amatello
Gender Male
Why He Wears His Mask
First of all - Amaretto found this mask during a walk through a canyon. It's the head bone of a WTD who lived a long time ago. Amaretto decided to take the mask with him. But there he didnt know that the mask would be used by him...
During a fire Amatellos face was badly hurt. After the fire he tried to save his face from any dirt. But unfortunaly his skin recovered fasterfrom the fire than he thought. One morning he woke up and tried to pull of his mask. But he couldnt. The mask was one with his skin. Amaretto tried the hardest to get the mask of but as more as tried to pull it off the more it hurt. Finally Amaretto decided to gave up.
After a long time he found out that the mask also have good things - he was saved from the sun light, he almost makes him invisible in the rocks and all his friends love him because not everybody have a friend with a masked face.

<3

[Galaxy❄]

~Name~

Chen
{Cheh-nn}

~Gender~
Male

~Why wear a mask?~

Chen where's a mask because everyine believes he looks better with a mask. He wore a different mask everyday. It was a silly mask everyday. as he grew older, he got attatched to wearing masks. He always wore a mask. Everyone told him to take it off anf get on with life. He would just shake his head and walk away. Chen kept away from everyone. even his friends. The first time Chen took his mask off after a long time, He gask at his appearance in the water. He instantly put the mask back over his head to conceal the way he looked. Chen tried to always kepp hidden from everyWhiptail. He felt that no one liked him due to always wearing a mask. He's been hidden for a long time. He's old now. He shows himself rarely. Chen Got his ways into magic. He knows magic well. But not even magic can get rid of his hidious appearance. When other's need his help they come to him. He rarely helps. Many he turns away. He always keeps this mask. He swore he'd never take it off so long as he lives.

~Zaf
Thanks for the wonderful chance on making this form and trying for this boy~<3

[l i o n.]

||Gender||

Male

||Why Must You Hide Behind Masks?||

Soarin' was born into a pit of lies ad hatred. His whole family were considered a bunch of savage outcasts. To escape his sealed fate, Soarin' developed an idea late at night. He created a mask that he could use to walk among the others and be accepted. No one knows his true identity but they all consider him a handsome, mysterious stranger. Soarin' wears the mask to escape his true identity. He wears it to hide his denial. He is, in theory, 'the mask'. Although wearing the mask condemns him to a life of secrets and loneliness, Soarin' has accepted that fact with open arms. Without the mask, he could never have known what living really was. What being accepted is. What friends are. Soarin' owes his whole life to the mask.

[scolipede.]

{Oh!
This is amazing!
I'll try for him!}

[Shiko Hayashi]

Name: Ciael
(ki-el)
Gender: Male
Reason of Mask: Despite his rather fierce, Latin name, he's a shy soul. Quiet, and often trying to hide behind someone's shirt, Ciael was always a skittish, frightful child. When he was young, probably only a little tyke, a scholarly man came by and visited his home. His parents were all a fuss over the man, but he didn't seem to notice. He was too focused on Ci. For Ci had been watching the man, hiding from the corners of doors and hallways. Finally, Ci approached the man, his face lowered to the ground like always and his hands behind his back.
"Why are you so scared of me little one?"
The man asked, his voice gentle and kind. Ci didn't answer, but simply shook his head. The man laughed quietly, and he gently ruffled his hair. Then, taking his tiny hands, he placed something within them. It was fierce, terrifying mask. Ci almost dropped it with fright. The man continued though, explaining that it was a mask of courage. It would grant the wearer courage to face life's challenges. Awed by the story, Ci put the mask on, looking up at the man for the first time that day.

Since then, Ci has worn the mask, believing it gives him the courage to face others. In reality though, it's only his belief in the mask that's real. The mask isn't magical, or special. Just a mask. And yet, because of his intense belief in it, in a way it is special.

[ɾïṿεṉḋεll]

Name. } Kayen
{ kAy-en }
Gender. } Female
Why Hide Your Face? } You know you're beautiful, so why shunt yourself off to the side? Stand out, let your voice be heard, not just as a background whisper, but a trumpeting roar of victory! You're brilliant, don't be afraid to shine. My darling, my Kayen. "
A soft caress on her face, a soft rustling noise, and a warm ray of sun falling across her face like liquid gold. Kayen opened her metalically colored eyes, clear and bright like a bustling stream over small gray stones. Her mother, her angel, had gone and left her all alone. The young Whiptailed Dragon rose to her feet steadily and stood, twitching her tufted tail in a slightly irritated manner. Why had her mother left? Why was she all alone? Who was this woman that she called "mother?" Kayen couldn't remember a single thing about who she was, besides the fact of her name. No, not a fact. This was deeper than fact. This was feeling. She knew her. She was Kayen. Turning to her left, Kayen saw a flat expanse of dry, bristling grass. To her right lay a lush forest that slowly diminished as it clambered, tumbling and rolling over itself like a litter of puppies, up the side of a great, silvery-gray mountain half shrouded in glistening mist. Not that difficult of a decision. Kayen padded into the forest hesitantly, careful where she placed her paws. She noticed that she seemed to match the forest and all of it's complex colors. Smiling broadly, Kayen continued on. Looking up, the young Whiptail noticed an abundance of. . . what seemed to be nets, dangling from the canopy. Inside of the nets. . . Kayen didn't want to think about it. Was this forest more than it seemed?

A sense of forboding crept up her spine and she gulped, attempting to wet her dry throat. A stream trickled nearby, and Kayen dipped her rounded muzzle to drink from it. By the time she had noticed the creeper winding its way up her leg, it was to late. With a strangled cry and water up her nose, Kayen tried to pull away from the revolting thing, but it just dragged her back. . . To what? she though, struggling even more. The creeper, ivy, as it revealed itself to be, swallowed her body whole, and although Kayen was fighting it, the sheer mass of the plant flattened all attempts to free herself. Eventually, she allowed herself to be lulled to sleep by the gentle swaying of the plant.

When she woke up, Kayen gasped for air. It was hot and muggy, not at all like the clear scent of the forest. There was something heavy on her face, and as she inspected it, Kayen's vision cleared enough for her to see where she was. In one of the nets. A mask of bone covered her face. Kayen tried to pull it off, but to no avail. So, instead, she used the sharp tip to sever the cords connecting her to the rafters of the canopy, swung down, and ran as fast and as far as she could away from that place. She is very self-concious of her mask and refuses to talk about how she got it.