username;;
~Willow
name;;
Trigger
gender;;
Male
short personality;; (limit 200 words)
Trigger is a fast-talking, good natured young bean. He is gentle, but being calm is not in his memo. He is very hyper and active, some might say he even has ADHD due to his lack of an attention span and how hyper he is. He also has his pride. He is very proud and will often brag, which gets him into trouble. A lot. Trigger is also very lazy in what he does, even at his age. He can be rather uncaring and often makes a mess of things. He is also very sloppy, living in quiet the pig's sty. It is quiet ironic that he very much dislikes the contenent of Asia, despite originating there. He was born in Asia, but raised elsewhere. His American accent is very good, and no one would guess he is not native born. He one day wishes to visit England and get a photo by Big Ben.
art;; (limit 3 pieces)
Look in form~
extra 1;;
Dong Dong Dong DongI grinned widely as the flash of the camera lit my face. I laughed loudly, looking up at the face of Big Ben. I'd always wanted to come here, to England, and I'd finally made it! After years of pinning, ever since I was young bean at he age of four. I was twenty-two now, my dream was coming true. London, here I am!
"Where to next!?" I excitedly asked my tour guide, eyes flashing excitedly. I was jumping from foot to foot, my ADHD rising and causing my fur to prickle with nervous excitement. I didn't mind being ADHD, nor as hyper I was, but others did. Some how, I didn't let that bother me. I just kept going, and my guide seemed to actually like it. She kept giggling at my eager excitement, especially when my fur desided to brush out like it was now.
I looked over and gave her another smile, the little bell on my horn making its little tinkling sound at the sharp turn of my head. I chuckled at the sound. It kept me in a good mood. I liked it.
"Where, huh?" I repeated myself, grinning from ear to ear now. I clutched my tail in my hand-like paws, biting my lip. My green-yellow eyes lit up when she said a restaurant. I was starving, but didn't want to say anything. I took a leap of joy at the news, nearly stepping on my own tail. I grinned, rubbing the back of my head with an almost ashamed look on my face. But I was more excited about the food to think about that.
I'd just sat down to take the first bite of my food when street players came up. I smiled and clapped as they started, but it sounded odd. It sounded kind of like my... alarm clock...
Beep Beep Beep BeepI woke in a snap, staring at the walls of my room. It had just been nothing more than a dream. Great. Sighing, I slung the covers back and slid to my feet. This was not what I wanted. I wished I'd woken up in a hotel room, still in London. I shuffled to my feet and stood there, swaying a little.
"Ugh. I want to go back to bed again. At least I was in London there..."