;;Username;;
My username is ANG3RED ANG3L, nice to meet you!
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Finch. Yeah, yeah... Not that
original, is it? So what? Sometimes the simplest unusual
names that mean the most.
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He is a male, can't you tell?
I mean.. Just look at him, and you can tell. o-o
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;;Personality;;
Finch is a fairly outgoing and bubbley Jewl Mane
Dragon. He likes to play games, as well as tell alot
of stories. He enjoys to read books, but would much
rather enjoy playing a good fun game with some of
his closest friends. He can be somewhat childish, but
this often gives him a unspoken freedom to do what
he desires. He knows that he needs to grow up sooner
or later, but he chooses later, as he enjoys the wonders
of childhood.
Finch is a fairly outgoing and bubbley Jewl Mane
Dragon. He likes to play games, as well as tell alot
of stories. He enjoys to read books, but would much
rather enjoy playing a good fun game with some of
his closest friends. He can be somewhat childish, but
this often gives him a unspoken freedom to do what
he desires. He knows that he needs to grow up sooner
or later, but he chooses later, as he enjoys the wonders
of childhood.
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;;Art;;
Can't draw today...

Can't draw today...

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;;Story;;
Sunlight shone through the bedroom window of a
youthful faced Jewl Mane Dragon, and he blinked the
remains of sleep from his eyes. "Ahhh! A new summer day!" He
chirped happily, stretching out to look outside his window
in awe of the outside world.
His eyes shone as he looked, reflecting the suns lusterous
rays, as if tiny stars were being born inside his eyes. He
swiped his tail happily back and forth, his jewl glowing
brightly in his excitement. He jumped from the blue
themed bed, and scrambled across the room to the door.
Being careful to be fairly quiet, in case his older sister,
Secret, was still asleep, he tiptoed his way carefully to the
kitchen. Secret was at the table already, scribbing away at
a remarkable looking picture of a bluejay. "Ugh!" She frowned,
resting her head on her paw as she glared at the picture. "I
can't get the feathers right!" Finch looked at the bird, seeing
nothing wrong with the bird. "It looks so good!" He remarked,
turning to her again after making a face. She was sooooo
good at artwork, and yet she always seen something wrong in
it. Finch looked to the fridge, where multiple drawings and
paintings sat looking back at them like windows of the
memories shared in the past. Finch smiled at the pictures,
glowing as the memories came back to him. He often would enjoy
sitting at the kitchen table with Secret and drawing with her,
letting her teach him how to do things better. He never did very
good, but he tried to grasp his sisters skillful artistic skills.
"Want to come sit down, Finch?" Secret asked, pulling the chair
out next to herself for the younger dragon. Finch jumped happily
at the chance, pulling a piece of white paper out from the pile
located on the middle of the table. He grinned and grabbed his
favorite color, blue, and asked with the biggest smile he could
muster," What are we going to draw, today?"
Sunlight shone through the bedroom window of a
youthful faced Jewl Mane Dragon, and he blinked the
remains of sleep from his eyes. "Ahhh! A new summer day!" He
chirped happily, stretching out to look outside his window
in awe of the outside world.
His eyes shone as he looked, reflecting the suns lusterous
rays, as if tiny stars were being born inside his eyes. He
swiped his tail happily back and forth, his jewl glowing
brightly in his excitement. He jumped from the blue
themed bed, and scrambled across the room to the door.
Being careful to be fairly quiet, in case his older sister,
Secret, was still asleep, he tiptoed his way carefully to the
kitchen. Secret was at the table already, scribbing away at
a remarkable looking picture of a bluejay. "Ugh!" She frowned,
resting her head on her paw as she glared at the picture. "I
can't get the feathers right!" Finch looked at the bird, seeing
nothing wrong with the bird. "It looks so good!" He remarked,
turning to her again after making a face. She was sooooo
good at artwork, and yet she always seen something wrong in
it. Finch looked to the fridge, where multiple drawings and
paintings sat looking back at them like windows of the
memories shared in the past. Finch smiled at the pictures,
glowing as the memories came back to him. He often would enjoy
sitting at the kitchen table with Secret and drawing with her,
letting her teach him how to do things better. He never did very
good, but he tried to grasp his sisters skillful artistic skills.
"Want to come sit down, Finch?" Secret asked, pulling the chair
out next to herself for the younger dragon. Finch jumped happily
at the chance, pulling a piece of white paper out from the pile
located on the middle of the table. He grinned and grabbed his
favorite color, blue, and asked with the biggest smile he could
muster," What are we going to draw, today?"
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;;Poem;;
Running happily
Give chase to dreams
Whichever one be silly
Enough to be what it seems
Don't give up on chasing
Those who seem worth giving
You happiness worth embracing
And coming out with singing
Running happily
Give chase to dreams
Whichever one be silly
Enough to be what it seems
Don't give up on chasing
Those who seem worth giving
You happiness worth embracing
And coming out with singing
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;;Birthday;;
February 14th.
February 14th.
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;;Age;;
Finch is thirteen years old.
Finch is thirteen years old.
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