[howling dog]

Reserve

[runnershigh]

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cosima {- means 'my universe' in greek

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female {- i just can't see this beauty as a male

} - history;;

cosima's past is very cloudy and a fairly dusty, just like books on a shelf in and old, abandoned, long forgotten library, as she never revisits it. it brings her pain to remember her past. she was born long ago, but is only quite young. why, and how? well, when she was eight, she first experimented with her time-travelling powers. she flitted between times for a while, but when she tried to return, something went terribly wrong, and she was stuck forever in the twenty-first century. she is currently 21 years of age. when she sleeps, cosima dreams of her past, it forever haunts her... images of her parents, siblings and friends... of the life she could of had. why doesn't she go back, you ask? well, she knows better than that. she may rip a hole in reality, or mess up the space-time continuum. she may even stop the flow of time itself. so, cosima is forever stuck here, in the future, and has basically given up time travelling. <3

{- good luck to everyone!!! :3

[toady]

Name:
Dia
Gender:
Female
History:
Wip

[Sanae]

Hmm, I'll get a reserve, but I have a question. Are we allowed to include art of the JMD in our form? If so, then I'll probably do that.

Name: Aria... Or something like that. Don't really know what to call her yet, probably'll change it. c:
Gender: Female
History:

ACTUALLY NEVERMIND BACKING OUT

I NEED ARTING THINGS

[Figuremeoutyourself]

Name: Gwyneira which means "Snow White" in Welsh. I chose this because, first of all, I think it's a beautiful name and second of all, Snow White seemed to fit to me. When I see her, I think snow and beauty.
Gender: Female.
History: (Forgive me, I know this isn't the greatest, but I've never applied to adopt any animal on here before. And this is from her point of view. ) The snow. Always the snow, everytime something important happened, there was snow. It was like a guardian, if that made sense. At birth, snow fell against my pelt. When I met my brother, snow layered the ground. When my parents...were killed, it snowed at their vigil. From my name, to my pelt, to the story of my life, snow has become part of me.

[Got That Jazz?]

OMG most gorgeous jewlie EVER, *goes to study song in length*

[candu]

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Name: Otieno
Gender: Male
History:

My name is Otieno. I'm 26 years old. I have an Orange jewel. This is all I know about myself.

Otieno was born on a December night in a blizzard. All he remembers from that
night were dancing figures and someone holding him. The reality is, he sped up
time to this point in his life. He just remembers the first moments of his life,
before her sped up time, which were when he looked up and saw the stars dancing
in the sky, when he saw the stormy sky above him, and when his mother was holding
him close.

By speeding up the time, Otieno knew nothing about his childhood. He just remembers
those few moments.When he finally got to the point in his life he wanted to stop at, he
realized he didn't know anything about himself except the few things I said I the top. Otieno
wished to go back in time, back into his childhood he missed and back into his life he skipped.
But he then realized his jewel wouldn't work backwards. Otieno cried for hours and he realized
that he might as well live his life how he has made it. Otieno is now quite anti-social and
ignores most who speak to him. He doesn't speak much himself, except for the occasional
whisper.

[ADVENDIR »]

Reserve.

[delete,]

This lovely boy's name is Twelve. He is not twelve years old, his name really is Twelve. As in, the Twelfth
Doctor. The twelfth Doctor will be airing in about a month, and I'm about to explode.
I'm extremely excited for the Twelfth, so I'm pouring everything I can pour about my expectations
for Twelve into this form. So, Twelve is a Timelord. He's got a box called the TARDIS that's
bigger on the inside and can take you anywhere in space && time. He has two hearts that beat one after
the other. Basic Timelord stuff. I got his name from his starry pattern. I could just imagine the TARDIS
zooming through...


Tick, tock, goes the clock, even for the Doctor...



Duh! Twelve is a boy! Have you ever seen a female Timelord?
(Okay, I know you're thinking of Melody/River, but still no.)


Twelve was actually born in the TARDIS.
When he was old enough, he moved the TARDIS down to
Kentucky more like crashed && found himself a companion.
Her name was Kira.
One day, Twelve left her for a small time, && she was unfortunately
killed.
Twelve attempted to move on, but since Kira, Twelve has done
nothing but occasionally kill a space monster.

//ok can you just ignore my sucky writers block of a history pls\\

[b e l l a ∞]

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Name;; Nova ↬ First word to the term super Nova which is a dying star.
Gender;; Female
History;;

I clenched the snowflake trying to remember with all my might, what once was. Was there even a once was or was I just kidding myself letting go as the snowflake fluttered away in the winter chill being whipped around from the wind currents. Of course there was a beginning like every story there was a beginning but the question was did I really want to know what was held there would scar me non the less.

A maid rushed through the hall her heels making a clicking sound against the marble as she carried a pale of water down the hallway some splashed out of the pail making everything seemed more rushed. Screams came from the other side of the hallway echoing through the castles weaving through hallways and huge rooms. As the maid rushed into the room the screams became much realer making anyone caught up into the act to become chilled and horrified. The sounds where abruptly cut off as the door slammed shut muffling the pained screams. By the morning the screams had ended silence filled its place tension so thick you could cut through it. If you listened closely you could hear the scream of a babe and the cries of a pained king. But the comforting words of a queen could not be found through the long hallways of the castle or in the many rooms not a peep can from her shut lips. For the queen was as cold as ice not a limb moved not a breath taken from her lungs. With a life came a death regrettable for a king who was incomplete without his queen. Once the time came around to accept that his queen was never coming back the king had to face the culprit. A small babe wrapped in a satin blanket to keep warm and laid in a expensive crib purchased for a princess of a honorable king. But this was no king of honor only of hate and bitterness. Looking over his sleeping child the great king made a snarling noise his eyes dark and unforgiving. He was alone with the young one all the servents asked to leave. Leaning over his child the king whispered "You are no child of mine young princess I will not father a murderer, I will call you Nova because that's the name your mother always wanted you to be called and I will stay faithful to my queen. But you killed her which can't be forgiven." The year following was full of grief for the mourning kingdom. Something brewed in the king that was noticeable dark and unforgiving he never visited the young girl growing into a functioning child. Though she was hardly considered a killer the king could not be reasoned with and became more uncontrollable as the years dragged on.

Four years later Nova was no longer a child covered in satin lying in a crib Nova was a full functioning child blind to the crime her father held against the poor child. She hardly knew what the outside world withheld her tyrant of a father always keeping her from learning anything. Sure Nova knew how to read and write due to the kindness of some servents who paid the price once the king had found out of their actions. It was a miserable child hood Nova got no visitors, they all feared the king would have their neck next. A time a depression came over the kingdom to. Crops didn't grow a rat virus rippled through the village picking off the weak and children. Animals moved to lusher parts off the land, people became desperate often fighting with one and another. That winter was long the year Nova turned three. The king became very unwell often plotted scenarios to kill Nova though none seemed to work out they struck fear into the servents who had grown to love the child. After a few more attempts to kill the young princess the servents spread the news to the village. Made clear something had to be done and quick, some chose to ignore the rumors others in fear of losing there lives called the servents crazy and unthankful for what the king had given them. Others to weak to even care starving was on most folks minds. At once it was made clear that Nova's hero would not come to save her from her evil father and the servents gave in accepting the princesses fate. Not even the queen herself could have saved Nova now, but sometimes when light is the dimist you might find a shining star.
When Nova turned four there was another mighty winter making the Villagers even more hungry and bad tempered. After a year of fail attempts to kill his daughter the king was as unforgiving then ever. Once Nova had asked about her mother while the king was alone with her. She came out of the conversation with a long gash across her muzzle and a few bruises could have been more but the new queen had walked in. Oh yes the king had selected a new queen one who hated Nova as much as he did. To her Nova was the next queen a burden to her considering she wanted her child to become a king or queen someday. One night Nova was surprised to find herself allowed to come to one of her father many ballroom dances. Unaware of a actual ball would be like. Once a old servent named Jasper had told her of such an event, in the eyes of a mistreated four year old that was almost unbelievable. Many village children thought being a princess would fix all there problems but Nova herself had a hot meal and a warm place to sleep but no love in her life. It was lonely and miserable. Perhaps tonight the king could see her potential after all and learn to love his daughter. The ball room decorated with a assortment of reefs, Christmas trees, and ordamints. JMDs below dressed in lace and slik dresses The backs puffed out making there rumps look bigger then normal. Nova wore a light blue dress with a assortment of blue designs. It wasn't the prettiest dress at the party but made Nova light up like the galaxy itself. Nova rushed down the stairs out of the eyes of her father. Once she was down on the floor couples swirled in a snowflake motion celebrating the snowfall outside. For the rich it was beauty not a sign of death. The combined noises of voices echoed through the huge room almost drowned by a piece of music that played over and over through the night (the melody of Once Opon a December) that included quite the variety of insterments. Through the night Nova met a women who would lead Nova to the haven she deserved. The pretty JMD with the bird feather hat handed Nova a sliver bear which she spun around with dancing in a tight circle. Later in the night the pretty JMD asked a question that would change the lige of Nova forever "So you are King Solars daughter." Nova had nodded her eyes becoming sad at the mention of her love less father. "Yes." she had answered in less then a whisper. Less the ten minutes later Nova had been swept off her feet carried into the white out storm. Through the strom in a carrage when she could make out the shape a two horses pulling along the horse drawn carrage. In her ear the women sang a soft tune "Found a girl small and brave. One foot taken out of the grave, she is my lass I am fond. On a December night" to the soft tune Nova feel asleep unaware she would never go back to her prison. That night in the storm Nova was taken out of the kingdom and given to a balanced family in her far away kingdom ending Nova's fathers control on her.

Looking up in the sky through my bedroom window I imagined the stars signing over the black grey clouds maybe they held the story to my history. Of course I had grew up on a farm when I was little but who was I before my parents found me. Sighing I shook my head and looked at my only trinket from my early child hood. A sliver bear closing my eyes I could almost picture the a women with a bird feather hat. Horses outlined against snow, a snarling JMD and figures dancing in the pattern of a snow flake. I had made countless pictures of what I saw and have a box of them. It helped me belive where ever I came from I could shine as bright as a Super Nova.