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Username: ann1016
Mystic's Name: Jamelia- Means Beautiful
Gender: Female
Age: 24 years
Personality: Calm, Cool, Slightly Sad,
History:
SILLY HISTORY:

Jamelia was born into a rich household on the 1st day, of the 9th month in the 2012nd year of our Lord Anno Domine, Ruler of Betran Forest and Small Polluted Lake, to Mistress Daisy MooseLumps, dear and beloved wife of Colonel Icabod PottyLumps, Ruler of all Dirty Laundry and Beyond.

When Jamelia only 6 years old, your Father gave you a pet rabbit which taught you how to play chess and dance like Michael Jackson. The rabbit was given away by your Father when he came home and discovered you had fed it liquid soap. The rabbit came back one day and flashed it's teeth at Hamelia so that she was blinded.

When you were older, you spent a lot of time around cardboard and tins of orange paint. Jamelia would swallow the paint and squirt it out of her nose. You would then roll around in it whilst screaming "Shiver me timbers!" whilst people watched and threw bananas at her. After several years Jamelia decided shed had enough and that it was time to move on in life.

She then sold all her possessions and bought a banjo. You formed a band of travelling minstrels called, "Dr Pizza and The Exploding Chicken Heads" with which her played classic songs by the Beatles and the Beach Boys. They had many no 1 hits in Italy and Slovenia before they split up over an argument about who flicked a pea at the drummer's head.

Her current activities include sniffing peoples armpits in search of worms and electric eels. This is extremely satisfying for her as you get to play the kazoo if people misbehave or say the word, "Blobby Muppet"


NORMAL HISTORY XD
Jamelia was born into the filth of a farm, in which she was forced to pull wagons for her hated master, Franklin DeGrasso. He wiped her memory from that period and blinded her for life. She was forced to undergo science experiments and then she was stolen, but not before her memory was wiped again. Now she is alone and wandering the stars.


(I know, I stink. Just don't choose me.)
(I stink even more at art)

[Rakkun]

Username:Rakkun

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Mystic's Name: Anne Lacy

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Gender: Female

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Age: 24 years

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Personality:

Kindhearted-
Anne is a sweetheart most of the time. She likes to help
others, though they hardly ever ask for her help. She
also randomly gifts others with things she thinks that
they will like.
Clumsy-
Being clumsy comes with being blind. Its not her fault if
she trips over rocks or other small things. Though it is
her fault that she tends to drop things...
Healer-
Picking up after her mother Anne uses plants to help
others that are inured. Sometimes its harderfor her
to figure out exactly what the hurt Mystic needs...
though she has a general idea. She finds the plants
she need's by smell which also takes a long time.
Love's Company-
Anne is one who prefers being with other Mystic to
being alone. She find that she likes the company,
and when others describe things for her. It also
makes exploring new area's much safer.
Causal-
She's always causal, she won't try to make herself
look good for others because she finds that kind
of thing to be silly and uninteresting. Anne also
does not care for elegance because whenever she
tried to be elegant it ended up with her on the
ground.
Imaginative-
In her mind she spends her time creating a view
of what she thinks the places she has been looks
like. Generally she pictures things brighter and
better than what they truly look like. She also
likes to make up her own stories to tell to others.
Organized-
Always having things organized makes things
easier and she likes picturing things looking nice.
She's a bit of a neat freak, and she also dislikes
it when people move her things.

::Need to Know::
~Hogweed looks a lot like Cow Parsley and grows at the same time of year.
~Cow Parsley is also known as Queen Anne's Lace. (Meaning for her Name)
~Hogweed- Is an acute contact allergen. Sap in contact with the eyes can cause blindness.

✿✿✿Anne had just come into the Mystic's protected land of Ladonia, her Yang was new and therefore refreshing for the parents to glance upon. The young Myst blinked against the bright rays of light that had somehow slipped past her father's large frame. The sun was bright and the earth was cold, it was instinctive that the young Myst instantly sought the warmth of her mother. She stumbled around slightly on her new wobbly appendages before coming to rest on a bit of her mother's pelt. Anne's father smiled slightly at her before turning to take his leave. His eye's were full of kindness in the last glance he gave to the dozing mother as he departed into the early morning's light.

✿✿✿The rest of that fall and winter passed the young Mytics life quite quickly. Winter had come early this year and they had settled down in her parents den. The rough dirt den had a somewhat large entrance, no doubt dug by her father. It led down into the dirt far enough to keep the morning's light out of the dozing Mystics eyes. As for the size of their sleeping chamber Anne found it to be quite spacious, though they never really needed as much as they had. During the time they spent inside Anne had entertained herself by rolling around inside the den and playfully nipping at her mother every so often.

✿✿✿When the new grown greens of summer started to approach Anne would sometimes wander out of the den by herself. Her fur would rumple and let off a small shine as she would take off running. She never went too far, but she still was starting to do things by herself. Anne's mother seemed to be busy, she would spend all day looking for several plant's that were growing. Anne would ask her every so often “What is that?” and she would stare at what her mother had gathered. Her mother simply would tell her the name of the plant and why she had gathered it, and Anne was learning these small things from her mother.

✿✿✿There was a large field of growing flowers not too far from where her mother would sometimes dig up roots. It was this area that Anne loved the most. The sent of the flowers was overpowering and the grass was tall enough to come up to her shoulder blades and sometimes tickle her nose. “If I was a flower I would be whatever this thing is.” Anne had said to her mother one morning as she plucked a small dandelion from the earth. Her mother laughed at the gesture and smiled back with “That's not a flower that's a weed, and a very common weed at that. Besides your already named after a type of flower, The Queen's Anne Lace.” Anne dropped the weed to stare at her mother, the dandelion sprung to life at it hit the ground and it's seeds floated lightly in the air. “What does a Queen's Anne Lace do?” She grumbled. “It has the power to heal” Her mother hummed lightly as she trotted past her daughter in the field to a place seemingly covered with the little white flowers. Her mother looked over quite a few of the plants before coming to one of them. “This is the Queen's Anne Lace.” her mother mused as she shoved her nose into the plant. “I think it smells beautiful, though that's just my preference.”

✿✿✿Anne glanced at the flowers her mother seemingly loved. “Well if it's the smell you like we should bring it back to the den.” Anne shoved her face into one of the nearby bundle of flowers and yelped as the flowers came into contact with her eyes. She vaulted out of the flowers and started to rub her burning face onto the ground. Her eye's watered constantly as she did so. Her mother stared at the plant she had grabbed for and quickly saw that she had grabbed for Hogweed. “Come with me!” her mom yelled at Anne. She grabbed at her daughters scruff and started pulling her to a nearby river. After about five minutes of fumbling around and burning Anne's face was shoved into freezing water. She blinked rapidly willing the toxin to washout. The burning started to fade, though when she removed her face from the water she only saw darkness. Her eyes started to water with salt and she backed up into her mother's frame. "Everything is dark." Anne whined softly, she curled in closely to her mother. "You've lost your sight?" her mother said examining her daughters now dull eyes. Her mother was shaking slightly though tried not to show so in her voice. "We need to get to the den. Do you think you know the way well enough?" Anne continued to blink her eyes. Nothing happened not even after she stared at the sun, everything was as dark as the world's deepest pit. “I don't know if I can.” She sobbed lightly.

✿✿✿After what seemed like a very long walk they finally made it back to their den. The next few days after that passed without much change. Her father had come and seen her condition and left again quickly after. Her mother had pleaded with her father to find someway of fixing Anne's eyesight, her father kept telling her that it was an impossible thing to do. Anne had nothing better to do than be useless and start trying to feel her way around the den and a short way outside. After working at the tasks that she had made for herself for a few days she came to the conclusion that she was going to be kind of useless. I t bothered her unrelentingly. By the time her father finally returned home with his small shard of hope she was in her own personal darkness, wishing that she had not wished to be a weed.

✿✿✿Father had brought back some sort of magic with him. The necklace he brought was powered to help enhance your sense of smell, as Anne put this on her already powerful snout seemed to be bludgeoned with tons of new smells. The necklace would help her figuring out the smells of things that she could not normally smell. He had also brought a earring that enhanced her hearing. The two of them combined at once was a huge headache to Anne for the first few months that she had them on. It took time to adjust to all of the now very loud noises as well as learning the new smells. Her mother did help her quite a bit in the beginning, but after a while Anne could tell that her mother was starting to have many medicine requests piled on her. She could hear when they would come and ask her mother for ciertin things, her mother had been declining a lot of people that needed help. So she talked her mother into letting her explore close to wherever she went. This made it easier for Anne to get a larger layout of the grounds. And this tought her many things about flowers, plants and tree's scents.

✿✿✿Though Anne loved being with her parents after spending around 20 years in their den she decided that it was good enough for her to move out on her own. She couldn't go too far from home, but she did get far away enough for her to still know parts of the area. She's been living on her own in this area for around four years and she plans to stay here where she may be able to find friends that would be just as helpful as she needed.

They are bonded by nothing but their duty to their world.

✿✿✿I've always wanted a blind character, I will also admit that I have been waiting and watching for a Mystic of my own. When I read that Anne was blind I instantly was brought into thinking out her character. That kind of connection is hard for me to make with characters, even If I already own their designs. I have a hard time thinking up biography's to write about them, and I feel as though I'm slower at this process than others. I honestly want her because I've put in a ton of hard work into thinking up her personality, history and traits. Any other could say the same... It's hard to write about a character you could fall in love with just to have them disappear so that you have to start over. I'm willing to risk the effort for Anne though, as I've come to see I still want a character like her around.

✿✿✿I hope to possibly join in a Mystics Of Ladonia role-play form. I'm unsure if a Official form for that stands yet, and so in the time until I find a party of Mystics to role-play with I plan on developing Anne's character through a story like role-play involving my other characters. As well as snagging her some beautiful art :3

(Above Pixel Art)

[RissyP]

Username: RissyP

Mystic's Name: Artemis

Name Meaning:

When I look at Artemis I think gentle and soft and she somehow reminds me of the moon. I decided the name Artemis would suit her well. Artemis is named after the ancient Greek godess of the hunt and the wilderness who is also sometimes associated with the moon.

Gender: Female

Age: 24 years

Personality:

Artemis is very shy around those she is unfamiliar with. She's very intelligent but doesn't like to show it off very much. Artemis is also considered to be very kind and gentle toward others. She loves all things nature and sometimes prefers nature's company to other Mystics. Artemis is also very curious about the unknown. Because she was blinded at a young age, there are so many things Artemis doesn't know but she desires to find out. Artemis is also a very good listener. Although she is blind, the one thing she does well is listen, many of Artemis's friends come to her for advice. Lastly, just like all Mystics, Artemis is loyal to all that she loves be it another mystic or her homeland.

Strengths:

Her intelligence and knowledge of nature is a strong point for Artemis.

Weaknesses:

Artemis' blindness and her struggle to adapt is a trying challenge for her everyday. She also tends to get frustrated occasionally when her struggles get to her but she rarely takes it out on anyone else, normally it's herself who gets blamed. Her stubbornness is also another weakness of Artemis's, when she's set on a task there aren't many things that can pull her away from it. However, her stubbornness can also be a strength allowing her to focus on the tasks at hand and avoid bad influence. Although, she hates to admit it she's still secretly sore about the fact that her father was never there for her. She doesn't like to talk about him at all. His unfaithfulness to her and her family will always hurt Artemis, even when she goes to choose her own mate.

Likes:

Artemis likes nature and all things found in the wild. She also enjoys singing but doesn't like to sing in front of others.

Dislikes:

Artemis dosen't dislike much except for hate it's self. Hate is the reason for most conflict and Artemis believes most things can be settled in a much more peaceful manner.

History:

"Artemis, come along dear," My mother called.
"Coming Mom," I loped up beside her as we headed toward the river together. Mom watched me carefully as we walked making sure I kept up. Being my mother's only pup and on account of the fact that my father was never around, I was often the subject of concern and was used to this type of surveillance. We reached the river and Mom bent her head to take a long drink and I did the same. Mother reached over and grabbed me by the scruff of my fur and then set me down next to the river bank. She began washing me and I sat still as she did so. I looked over toward the river and for some strange reason, today it looked a little cloudier than normal. As a matter of fact, everything seemed cloudy today.
"It's so cloudy today," I said as mom finished giving me my bath. Mom tipped her head and looked at me for a moment.
"Are you sure Artemis? It's a perfectly clear day from what I can see," Mom sounded concerned. I took another look but nothing seemed to change.
"I suppose so," Even though it was a lie, I didn't want to alarm my mother. Mom seemed unconvinced but nodded anyway.
"Come on, we still need to get you breakfast," Mom said nudging me along.
"And you too!" I said trotting after her.
"Yes, and me too," Mom laughed as she picked up the pace. She slowed down at a small clearing and sunk down low to the ground. "Stay here Artemis. I'll be right back," Mom disappeared into a clump of forestry and proceeded to stalk her prey. I sat obediently in the bushes and waited while my small stomach rumbled anxiously for food. Suddenly, my eyes began to tear up for no apparent reason. I blinked rapidly to try and clear my eyes but they remained dark and cloudy. I finally managed to clear all the tears but I still couldn't see clearly. Frustrated, I gave a huff and laid back my long ears. I jumped as the ground began to vibrate dully and I could faintly hear the pounding of hooves. I looked around but couldn't seem to see anything but darkness now.
"Mom?" I asked receiving no reply. I felt a quick wind brush my fur and then the feeling of fangs gripping my pelt.
"Artemis!" I heard my mother's scolding voice. She carried me for what felt like a minute before setting me down again. "Artemis! Didn't you see that elk changing toward you!?" Mom sounded furious. I paused for a moment and thought.
"No, actually I didn't," I replied matter of factly. I heard the catch in Mom's breath as she prepared to scold me for being smart with her when she stopped.
"Wait, what do you mean, you didn't?" She asked in a softer tone.
"I can't Mom. I can't see anything. What's wrong with my eyes?," I looked around confirming the fact that I really couldn't see at all. I felt Mom's soft breath on my face as she bent down and looked into my eyes.
"You can't see me at all?" Her voice seemed to crack with sadness.
"No. Not at all, Mom," I replied. I knew Mom was crying now because I could hear her muffled sobs as she tried to disguise the severity of the situation for my sake.
"Artemis, you're blind," Mom whispered.
I could see nothing but darkness now but I knew my Mother was carrying me home. She set me down at what must have been our den, the den that I had known ever since my birth and yet I couldn't even recognize it now. Mom left me at the den while she ran to go get us a quick meal. Normally, she would get us a nice elk but I could tell that she was too worried to leave me alone for that long because I easily recognized this taste as rabbit. When our meal was done, I stumbled outside with the aid of my mother.
"Careful now Artemis, It's over here," Mom gently nudged me out the den opening. Once outside I looked up at the sky.
"Is it night yet, Mom?" I asked.
"Not yet, Dear," Mom replied gently.
"It looks like it to me," I said still gazing at the sky.
"I know, It always will," Mom replied sadly.

Background information:

Artemis was blinded by a condition called Glaucoma which is the most common cause of blindness in dogs. Glaucoma runs in Artemis's family but not everyone is affected. Artemis's Glaucoma didn't effect her at birth but quickly hit before she reached one year old.

One fact about Mystics:

Rare mystics have "wings". Males have spikes and females have small "wings" sprouting from their shoulders.

Why do you want her:

Her design is absolutely elegant. Artemis seems to be a character that I can see myself using a lot in the future. I find blind characters are so fascinating to play and give history to. I had so much fun writing out Artemis's history and I hope to further continue it in more depth if possible. Mystics themselves look to have a lot of potential as a species and I'd be glad to be a part of them. If not Artemis, I'd love to be the owner of a mystic of in the future. I don't really want Artemis because she's rare but because I felt a special kind of awe when I first saw her. She's beautiful and there's no denying that.

What will you do with her:

Artemis would get art and If possible, I love to role play with her! I would love to write out her full story and develop her through a role play. She would receive her own spot on my character thread and I promise that she would get lots of love!

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[Wlyrout]

I'll probably be trying for her, she's beautiful. <3

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[Ashenjay]

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Gender: Female
Age: 24 years
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WIP! <3

[c a b b a g e]

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:Mystic'sName:

Merliah {[ Mer-Lie-Ah]}

:Gender:

Female

:Age:

24 years

:Personality:

Merliah is a gentle and pretty quiet Mystic. She feels awkward in the company of others, preferring to be by herself, listening to the world around her. She dislikes loud chatter and noises, enjoyig the quiet and serene voices of the nature around her. She does speak when spoken too, and is polite and well-mannered. She has yet to find someone who truly understands her. She is wise beyond her years, and thinks before she acts or speaks.. she can tell animals an other mystics apart by their voice and smell. Her hearing ad]nd scenting are quite adapt, she is very difficult to sneak up on. Merliah dislikes not feeling the ground beneath her feet, often feeling uneasy when leaping or jumping. She enjoys feeling the warm rays of the sun on her back, and enjoy the pitter-patter the rains sings just as much. She surprisingly dreams with sight, however, often just glimpses and sometimes blurry, like an old memory.

:History:

Merliah was the only child of her parents, and could see at first. At a young age she loved exploring the world around her, running off very poften. Her parents loved her rambunctious and adventurous spirit, but warned her to be careful. More often than not, she didn''t listen. One days he came across a small bush, ripe with juicy and tempting red berries. Merliah stuffed her slef and afterwards, felt very ill. Her parets grew worried when she didn't return and went looking for her. When they saw how ill she was and the berries she had eaten, they fearing for her life. The berries were poisonous, and could easily kill a young Mystlike Merliah. She remained ill for a very long time. Eventually she became healthy again, but Merliah was permantly scarred. She was now blind and could not see, and her personality changed drastically due to the loss of her sight. She becme quiet and reserved, and once she could go out into the world on her own, forever, she left quietly into the night. Since then she learned herself in herblore, memorizing the scent, the feel and even the sound theolants made when torn, snapped and broken. She learned how to use her eharing, touch and scent to survive and lived off on her for a while. Eventually she joined a group of other Mystics, deciding she needed to learn herself in socialization.

:One fact about Mystics:

The rare ones have "wings"

:Why do you want her:

She is abslutely gorgeous. I was looking through the forum, when I saw you adoptable. I took a look and I fell in love with her. She simply spoke to me. And then I loved the fact that she was blind. Not everyone makes a blind adoptable, and hat her special and unique to me.

:What will you do with her:

Draw her for hours, write stories for her and put her in my signature.

:Art (optional):

Merliah

[chescab]

Username: chescab
Mystic's Name: Roxy (likes to be called Rox)
Gender: Female
Age: 24 years
Personality: sweet kind sarcastic caring hates hurting things
History: she could see every thing fine had a mate and children and was happy. Her childhood was practicly perfect and she was loved very much but of course things change. Two weeks ago whe was walking around the lake watching the wildlife happily trotting around the forest and fish splashing in the lake. She waded into the water but heard pawsteps behind her. She saw five pitch black creatures growling and snarling at her. She ran for hours until one pounced on her and started clawing at her. Soon the other four pounced and clawed at her for hours making her planned death slow and painful until the bigest one bit down on her skull and everything went black...just recently she woke up in the healers den but the sight section in her brain was horribly damaged beond belief. Her memory was also destroyed so her friends and family abandoned her. She has nightmares every night and wakes up screaming but can never remember why and is horrible at remembering everything but can dimly remember what she had. She is now learning how to become a healer and is terrified of everything and can hardly walk or move and has dizzy spells and randomly falling down
One fact about Mystics: its rare for them to have little wings
Why do you want her: she is stunning
What will you do with her: love her to bits
Art (optional): wip

[JiaPop]

Oh wow. Now I highly doubt I'll win but I won't stop trying. Good job everyone!

[*Blackberry*]

Username:
*Blackberry*
Mystic's Name:
美しい
Utsukushī

That's my name, it means beautiful in Japanese. But that name is took long, so just call me Silver for short.

Gender:
Female

I am a female, something wrong with that?

Age:
24 years

I am 24 years old, I am sure you think I am old of course which I am not.

Personality:
WIP
History:
WIP
One fact about Mystics:
They are almost always natural colors, but special or rare ones, have markings that can be unnatural colored.
Why do you want her:
She is lovely and such a dear, I think her being blind as made me love her even more. I accidentally went to here, I saw her and love her straight away. But I know I should not try for her, because I saw a CS friend here, trying for her. So I went to see the other, but slowly, I went back to this one and tried out for her. I can't help it. Her markings are so special, so unique! Her beautiful silver eyes are like the moon, I love her coat colors too, it is like, there is a fog and it is blowing. Such a beauty should be admired, should be praised. I should treasure and love her if I ever get this special one, though I know I won't win since I can't go on the computer and do art of her. I love her necklace and earrings, such magnificent blue, it makes her magical, and like so beautiful.
What will you do with her:
I will love and treasure her, create a thread to keep all my mystics, she will be the first one there. I will make stories, poems, art everything I can to make her happy, and the attention she deserve. If I find a space in my sig and trading rules, I will put her there. If I ever find a fan club of this, I will show her off, though she might not like the attention :3
Art (optional):
She should deserve the art, I will create when I can, but if I can't... Sorry.

[Green Arrow]

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Age: 24 years
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I have an amazing idea for her <3