My personal forms;; For my use only.

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-- This is my storage for images, forms, and writing. Please do not steal my characters' names, form outlines, or any of my ideas. If you want me to make a form outline for you, just ask c;

You can also use the faceclaims, of course. I don't own other people's faces.

:)) see-ya!

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Hello, Love. Hello! My name is Amelia Madison Pond and I'm eighteen years old. As you can tell from my accent, I am Scottish. Currently I live in London, and I've just moved from Wales. I currently work as a waitress in a small London pub/restaurant. It's not much, but It's my life. As of now I live alone, unless my cat counts. God, I sound like a hopeless old bat, don't I? I'm not lonely. No, really! heh....anyway.I don't really have a best friend, since my childhood friends are off on private jets doing amazing things and here I am in the real world...being real.

So, how's life been? Okay, I suppose. Sadly, I have no exciting and thrilling stories to tell. So far stepping in a giant wad of gum has been the highlight of my week. No romance updates either. Maybe I should go adopt just one more cat...ha! Famous last words. Moving on, I am currently dealing with the death of my great-grandmother. Not that I even knew the old bag, But it's made my Gram rather gloomy lately. I'm sorry. I shouldn't bore you with my uneventful social life.

What's behind that pretty face? aww, you think I'm pretty? Oh, right. The interview. Well for my personality...I'm complicated. Only certain people can make me smile, and when I'm around them I turn all bubbly. But others...You'll either get quiet Amy or sassy, sarcastic Amy. I can't help it, really. It's just...how I am.

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Ｊａｃｋ Ｆｒａｎｃｏ Ｄｅｌｅｖｉｇｎｅ

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Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ Ｃｈａｒｌｉｓｅ Ｄｅｌｅｖｉｇｎｅ

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Ｉ ａｍ ａｎ ｉｌｌｕｓｉｏｎ.

ɹ ǝ q ɯ ı ʞ Ｋ ｉ ｍ ｂ ｅ ｒ ʞ ı ɯ q ǝ ɹ

₩ н ƴ α ღ ℐ  т н ḯ ﹩ ωαƴ? ---> "Greetings. I am Kimber, a fae of the wild. I belong to no one, for I am free. However, the need of a pack sometimes arises every now and again, and In a pack I am an omega. I used to be glorious; I was a warrior's warrior....a fighter of extreme nobility and honor. Then ... the incident happened. It was something that changed me forever. I was surrounded by snarling faces, creeping up to me slowly, eyes flashing with rage and hatred. I backed up slightly, slamming my paw down in a false lunge. The snow massed around my eyes, clinging to my fur and whiskers. That rogue pack took everything from me that day. My honor, my rank, and my happiness. I have not smiled nor laughed since that event on the snowy ridge. Now you see how I have become this humble Omega."

ω℮ αʟł ẘℯαя α м@﹩к ---> "I am obviously female, in case you're blind...or just stupid. I am 24 moons {3 years} of age, and I am an omega. I have a white pelt and amber eyes, nothing special. I am naturally adapted to the snow, but I can live in almost any climate. I am very quiet the majority of the time. I don't bother anyone, but that doesn't seem to make the lesser-minded wolves from degrading me. I get beat up a lot. Not because I'm weak, but because they have numbers on me. Believe me, I fight like a bear. If I were a warrior or even a hunter again, the pack would never go hungry. Danger would never show it's face.

♏⑂ ℘@ṧ⊥ ḯṧ α ʟ☺ᾔ❡, ʊᾔт◎ʟḓ ṧт☺ґ⑂▪ ---> I was born with a splayed paw. I was freak. Mother's shielded their young's eyes from me. I could never play with the other pups. When I walked by, I could feel the shameful glares of faes, the pity-whispers of the brutes. Eventually my paw corrected itself, but it's not my strongest leg. In all those years of loneliness, I practiced and trained. I was raised by a bear-mother alongside her cubs. She taight me how to survive, then when I was old enough, introduced me to an old brute. He trained me and gave me all my fighting skills. He was killed in a hunter's invasion later that season. My actual parents abandoned me out of fear of what others were to think of them; they were banished from the pack. My father made haste in finding a new pack and leaving my biological mother. She was all alone, and turned to the second-world powers for help. She went to an herbal forgetting. {the mother of a deformed pup is put to sleep by an herbal scent, and when she wakes, she recalls nothing of the pup.} I lived alone for a very long time, and now I found this pack I am in now. An Omega, I remain.

Writing credits to -- wonderland,
images- http://www.weheartit.com

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"Hi, I'm Sawyer Moon. I don't really have a nickname since my name is kind of weird....my mom said it was my grandpa's name or something. I honestly don't even know who my grandpa is. I'm twelve, thirteen in June. I grew up in Florida, travelling here and there. I started off in Sarasota, but I don't remember it at all. We moved to this little nowhere town in central Florida called Ocala; trust me, it was a nightmare. My sister was miserable, as was I. We occasionally took trips with our dad when mom got caught up with work. One that we thoroughly was a trip to Clearwater, and that was when Victoria and I both discovered what we wanted to do and who we wanted to be. Now, she practically owns the Clearwater Marine Aquarium. When I was ten, my dad died. Mom went into a serious depression and pretended that we weren't even there. I guess we just reminded her of dad too much; we had always taken after him, even in our looks. One day when Victoria and I came home from school, we found that she was gone. Like she had never been. My sister was only seventeen, but she managed to take care of me anyway. We took off to Clearwater, and now we live in a waterfront house. She went to university, got a master's degree and a PhD in marine science. I love being at the aquarium; the animals just...get me. I'm not the smartest kid, and I don't really have any friends. I was there all throughout the rehabilitation of Winter, one of our female Atlantic Bottlenose dolphins. I really had this kind of connection with her...something I don't even understand. I love the sea turtles, sting rays, but dolphins are the most amazing by far. I love fishing, kayaking, cooking, and swimming of course. I don't even mind scrubbing the algae off of the tank; it's not so bad.

My personality? Well I guess you could say I'm pretty laid-back. I like hanging out of the beach, paddle-boarding, and skim-boarding. I have also been bugging Vic lately to teach me how to surf. I can get irritable at times, especially when I'm academically frustrated. I'll admit that. A.D.D. {attention deficit disorder}, runs in my family. Sometimes I'm easily distracted and it's hard for me to focus. Overall, I guess I'm average.

I have brown hair, that gets light-ish in the summer. My skin is pretty fair, and I burn easily, unlike my sister who seems to be invincible to the sun. My eyes are a deep blue color, with a hazel ring around my pupil. I have my dad's traits. I'm somewhere in between tall and short right now, but I'm taller than most kids in my class. I weigh 130; yeah, I'm pretty lanky. I have freckles that dot my nose and cheeks, another trait I share with my sister. The bad part is, her's don't show, so I feel like an oddball sometimes. And I guess that's all there is to know about me." :)

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