Username:starry eyed;
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Number of daeet you want to adopt: Female 1
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Reason why you want to adopt it: I personally think it's the cutest of the litter. c: I love
the way that the brown gets darker as it moves up her
ears. I've also wanted a Daeet for about a year now,
a little less. I tried for months, but never got one.
I've kind of been keeping up with the litters, and think
that this one is adorable, so I wanted to try just one
more time, and see if I could do it. If I get her, I would
also be very interested in joining the roleplay.
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Desired name: Faucon
{ Hawk in French }
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Age: 16 human years
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Personality: Not many people like to put in the time and effort to
understand Foucon. Most of the time, she doesn't even
want them to. She likes living in her own space, and
isn't into big crowds. She has a thirst for knowledge
when it's not being shoved down her throat. For
example, she always hated her lessons, but loved
reading and learning on her own time. Faucon has
harnessed her magic capabilities through all of her
studies, and although she doesn't like to brag, or let
others brag about her, she secretly things that she
does pretty well no matter what she says. She is
horrid at teaching other people, forgetting that
they don't already know the material or how to do
things.
Faucon is very sensitive, but likes to stand her ground,
making for some very confusing situations. She is
almost never hostile, unless around females who seem
to agitate her more than usual. She can get very
sarcastic with Daeets who are slower thinkers, and
will often tire them out with her quick thinking and
speaking.
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History: Faucon's history isn't particularly eventful. Nothing
particularly out of the ordinary seemed to ever happen
in her live. She lived with her mother and father on the
side of a mountain in the North Faction until the age of
7 human years. By now she had learned everything she
could cooped up on the side of that mountain, which
really only included how to survive, as her parents
didn't thrive for knowledge as she did. Faucon ran
away in the night to live with an Aunt she had just
recently connected with in the South Faction. Her Aunt
lived much closer to sources of information. She has
lived there ever since, and has learned more than she
ever could in the mountains.
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Where will it be used? I may end up putting her in my signature, but for now I
am planning on putting her on my character site, and
using her in the roleplay. c:
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How will you use it?
I will use her responsibly, following all rules and
guidelines. c: And as I said before, I will be using her for
the roleplay.
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Other I am writing a short story for her. c: //I'm going to
center the text though, so my form doesn't take up half
the page. ^-^//
-- Faucon sat in the whispering forest, practicing her earth magic. At the moment, she was helping a seedling grow, but it was going dreadfully slow. Faucon pushed herself onward however, cursing herself for getting such little sleep last night. She knew she couldn't blame herself however. The whispering forest was almost an hours walk from where she and her aunt resided. Arriving home late last night and getting up before dawn this morning wasn't helping her concentration. The ground was wet and moist under her feet, filling into all of the spaces between her toes and hooves. She pushed away the uncomfortable feeling, along with her drooping eyes and tried to focus on the sapling, which had begun to look blurry. Faucon gave a soft sigh and shook her head, which felt at least twice it's normal weight. She looked around for a dry spot. A rock, or moss of some sort to take a short nap on. Her loss of concentration - even the small amount she mustered - made the sapling shrink back into the ground.
WIP - Sorry, writing about concentration makes me loose my concentration. //hehhehimanidiot//