My personal forms;; For my use only.

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F L Y A W A Y W I T H M E.
"I'm Oblivion. Welcome to my wondrous world."

Oblivion is a male barn owl. He grew up on a humble farm with his mother and father, Sirena and Darrowby. He was perfectly content with his humble life, but his heart longed for more. The young owl could feel it in his gizzard; he was meant to claim the sky and travel the world. He wanted to become an adventurer. Oblivion's sister, Charlotte, called him many names as an owlet. He always 'had his head up in the clouds' or was 'moonblinked by dreams'. Though, Oblivion never let this get him down. The owl pushed on through all the disapproval, until one peaceful morning. The fog settled low on the ground and the land glistened with dew. Oblivion was carried by the gentle morning breeze across fields of cattle that were quietly stirring, over woodlands, mountain ranges, and big cities. He met other animals, traveled, listened to stories, and made friends all over the place. His dream: to be a world-class adventurer.

Oblivion is quiet, kind and humble. He is very knowledgeable about a wide variety of things such as crops, cultures and regions, and land fertility. He loves to chat, but mostly listen as other creatures tell their tale. Oblivion is a fairly likable owl, since he's so modest. He spends his days roaming the forests, always meeting everyone he can and discovering something new.

Oblivion's father, Darrowby, was very close with a farmer that had bought an old run-down farm. The farmer opened up the barn doors, walking in with his hands on his hips. He looked around and grinned; "what a charming place," said he with a grin. Darrowby crept down from his perch in the rafters to check out the human. "Ello there, little fellow," the man smiled warmly, extending a hand full of grains. And that's how Darrowby found his home. One day, a flock of barn owls flew over the small ranch, but one was left behind, lagging along the ground. She had a broken wing, a bullet shot right through the bone. Darrowby saw the creature, and immediately went to investigate. She was beautiful; an elegant she-owl, despite her bleeding wing. "Let me help you!" he cooed, then let out a screech to alert the farmer, as he always had done when something was wrong. A few hours later, they were back in the barn. The she-owl's wing was wrapped in gauze, and she lay resting on a hay bale. "Are you feeling any better?" asked Darrowby, peering over the wooden ledge. "A little. May I ask your name?" The owlesse replied. "Darrowby, and you are?" he smiled. "Sirena," She grinned back, and they both locked eyes. Half a year later, two eggs hatched. The owlets were named Charlotte and Oblivion.

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• age;; 22 • status;; single • feeling;; Refreshed. • wearing;; this.

xxx.

Victoria rose early, sneaking out of bed quietly and peering out of the window. It was pitch dark outside, the ocean surrounding her house still illuminated with the reflection of the stars. Her vintage bedside clock read 5:00 am sharp. She was right on time. Victoria tip-toed quietly around her room, changing out of her baggy pajamas and into her wetsuit. Mutely, the girl slipped into the bathroom and washed her face, applied very light makeup (only a hint of mascara, of course), then re-tied her hair into a perfectly tight bun. Slipping into her ultra-grip shoes and clutching the CMA drawstring bag that accompanied her everyday, Victoria was ready for work. She always got to the aquarium an hour before anyone else just so she could have time to get things in order for the employees, and a little bonding time with her animals was always nice. She stalked down the hallway, cracking the door to Sawyer's bedroom. He was still asleep, as usual. "Sawyer, get up!" Victoria whispered. "C'mon." she poked his face, her words coming across more sharply this time. "hmhmm," Murmured the boy, turning over and shoving a pillow over his head. Victoria rolled her eyes and turned to the dresser. Swiftly, she shoved clothes into Sawyer's bag: a white t-shirt, cargo shorts, swim trunks, a wetsuit, and a facemask. There, that would do. Seeing that her younger brother wasn't about to get up any time soon, she wrapped the blanket around him and slumped the 13-year-old over her shoulder. "What are you eating, child?" Groaned Victoria, half-struggling under the weight of her sibling. Eventually, the pair made it out to the car; victoria's light blue Fiat convertible. She tossed Sawyer in the backseat, buckled the seat belt, and then climbed into the driver's seat herself.

It was a short drive to the aquarium, just a few blocks away. Victoria could never have lived to far away from her second home, after all. Victoria pulled in and parked; good, there was no one else there yet. It wasn't exactly a control thing, but more of an OCD thing with her. Besides, she loved sitting on the dolphin platform and watching the sunrise. At the door, Victoria fumbled at her neck for the key, again struggling under the weight of her luggage and her sleeping brother. Got it! no... she grabbed the sea-turtle mood necklace that she always wore, rather than the key, which she also kept with her at all time. Finally! she thought, inserting the skeleton key and turning the knob. The aquarium was damp, dark, and cold. Like always. But for Victoria, it was the greatest place in the entire world. A flip of a switch, and the room was illuminated with the warm, soft glow of the gift shop's chandelier. Victoria happily strode past the aquarium's store, walked by the stingray pool (not without checking on them), then ascended the stairs to the dolphin terrace. She plopped her brother down on a bench along with their stuff, then slipped underneath the ropes that kept the public from getting too close to the railings. She pulled out her acme whistle, and blew into it. The high-pitched shriek would be ear-splitting to someone who wasn't used to it. Lucky for Victoria, she was. At once, two dolphins came racing over to the platform. Winter and Hope...but where was Panama...Oh! That's right. Panama was deaf; how foolish of Victoria to forget. She stuck her foot out and wiggled it around in the water, visually summoning the third dolphin. After that, all three female Atlantic Bottlenoses were together." Morning, girls." Victoria grinned, reaching into the cooler and pulling out three fish; she tossed one into each of their mouths. The girl turned, grabbing her facemask and slipping it over her head. The slightest hint of light was showing in the sky now, as dawn was slowly cracking across the dark sky. Victoria slipped in the water, basking in the soft glow that radiated from the pool's underwater light. The three mammals swam along side her, following her around and doing as she did. Victoria came up for air, the dolphins came up for air. While she had free time, Victoria decided to do something productive. She pulled herself up out of the pool and reached into a bucket of cleaning supplies and selected an old, green-stained brush. While underwater, she had spotted a patch of algae forming and immediately set to work. Though, it's a little hard to focus with three curious snouts poking at you for attention.

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• age;; 19 • status;; single • feeling;; sleepy. • wearing;; this.

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Faith groaned as a beeping filled her ears, smacking the alarm clock with a limp hand. "Morning." She said, not to anyone in particular...maybe even to herself. Sinking slowly off the mattress, Faith began to prepare for the day. These preparations included washing up, applying light makeup, and changing into her wetsuit, and putting on her water shoes. After winding her hair into a tight and uncomfortable bun, Faith grinned at herself in the mirror, just to get in a suitable mood for the rest of the day. She threw some randomly selected clothes carelessly in a bag, seeing by the light that flooded through her window. Taking a breath, she found a moment to gaze upon the sparkling water that lay in the distance. Hello, Summer. she thought, grabbing her bags and throwing them by the door. As she walked into the Kitchen, she found that Nate was already dressed and sipping on a cup of tea. "Hey, slacker." He said playfully, getting up from the couch and setting his beverage on the counter. "Ready?" he asked. "Um..yeah." Faith replied, walking to the door and picking up her bags once again. Nate walked with her to the car, and then climbed into the driver's seat. "Don't worry," Faith started, claiming the passenger's side. "You won't have to drive me to work anymore for the rest of the summer," she added a light giggle, thinking of the gorgeous beach house that awaited her. Sure, it cost her an entire month's pay to chip in, but it was totally worth it. "Nah...I actually don't mind. It's kind of nice." He grinned, starting the engine of the run-down Chevy and driving out onto the road. Faith shrugged, admiring the sparkling sea below the bridge they were traveling over.

As Nate and Faith pulled up, she stepped out and thanked him, taking her bags in her hands. As always, Victoria's Fiat was there. She was always there first. Faith chuckled to herself at the thought, then approached the door. Even she was a little early today.

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• age;; 19 • status;; single • feeling;; tired. • wearing;; this.

xxx.

The alarm clock's crude noise completely diminished the silence in the room, as well as Charlie's dream. It was a cool dream, even if it was weird. He worked in a food truck that only sold meat made from penguins. He was pretty sure that butchering arctic animals was illegal, though. Charlie mumbled sleepily, rolling off the bed slowly and taking the sheets with him. As soon as he somehow found the will power to get up, (which took about half an hour) he got washed up, dressed into his wetsuit, and fixed his hair. Carelessly throwing clothes and toiletries into a suitcase he finally decided that he was ready. Charlie climbed into the family SUV that he had inherited; it wasn't terrible, other than the fact that it was black and sat in the Florida sun all day everyday. He climbed into the driver's seat, tossing his bag into the passenger's side. Charlie lived on the same street as Victoria, so getting to work never took long. However, he was exactly ten minutes late, as usual. He showed up ten past eight every morning, eight being the time everyone was supposed to be there and doing their morning routines. It had almost gotten him fired when he first started working at CMA, but now Victoria just sort of ignores it. He never worried about Nicholas, for he knew Emily would be there to start morning exercises and feeding.

Pulling in, Charlie made the observation that almost everyone was there. He even knew which cars belonged to which people. After a moment of being distracted by determining who was inside, he took his suitcase and started towards the gift shop's entrance. Striding in, he acknowledged Dorine who worked behind the counter. Dorine was a nice old lady, unlike most. She baked cookies for the young adults that worked there, and kind of babied them. Charlie didn't mind, even though it was weird sometimes. But hey, the woman knew how to bake. Making the quick decision of weather to walk past stingray beach of just take the stairs right in front of him, he took the stairs. The terrace was almost empty, for the trainers were already in their pools. He noted the three girls standing on the platforms, as well as Aurora standing with the sea turtles, and lastly Tyler and Faith tending to the otters.

• age;; 35 • status;; retired. • feeling;; excited. •

xxx.

Panama lingered in the water, blowhole peeking out of the surface. Suddenly, she began to feel motion around her. Hope and Winter were excitedly rushing out into the main pool. Victoria; she must have forgotten Panama was deaf again. Sometimes it made her feel quite inferior, her loss of hearing. Either way, she just waited for her visual command. Sometimes, you had to train the trainer. When Victoria stuck her foot out and created ripples in the water, Panama shimmied into the main pool as well, accepting a fish from the trainer that was not her own. Fish is fish. She even gave that cute little head-bob thing that she does sometimes and added a tweet. Perhaps that would get her another fish? Nope. Well, a dolphin can dream. As Victoria descended into the water and swam with the three cetaceans, Panama propelled herself around the right side of the human. She found it pleasant when the humans swam with her; it sort of felt like they were at one with each other. When Victoria took up scrubbing algae off of the tank wall, Panama got bored and sort of floated there for a moment, paddling ever so slightly. The 35-year-old cetacean watched as her younger companions poked at Victoria with their beaks. Panama mused over what she could do to get the trainer's attention. Splash her? No, they were underwater. Bring her a toy? No, most of the toys floated. Except for...the rings! Oh, how Panama loved her brightly-colored rings. She raced over to Winter's pool and flopped up on the wading platform. Stretching, she managed to snatch her rings off of the cement. Carrying them proudly in between her conical-shaped teeth, Panama made her way back over to Victoria and poked her with the discs. The girl went up for air, and giggled at the sight of Panama and her rings. That's all? A giggle? Oh well, maybe there was someone else she could play with. By the sky, it looked about 7:00am now. Craning the neck she didn't really have, Panama spotted Sawyer sleeping on the bench outside the pool. She made echolocation sounds (clicking, tweeting) and smacked her large flukes against the water to splash him. Still nothing. The water couldn't reach him. Who was she to play with? When was Lukas going to get there?

• age;; adult • status;; taken by Lucy. • feeling;; drowsy. •

xxx.

Ricky waddled around his enclosure, sand sticking to his webbed feet as he did so. Lucy was still asleep, and he didn't feel like waking her up and facing her wrath. He was bored and longed for socialization, but the only ones around were Thelma and Louise. The shark pool was directly in front of the glass bird enclosure. Well, the entrance was, anyway. There were three ways the trainers could enter in the morning; through the sea caverns (which is where the shark, tide-pool, and exotic fish caretakers work), through stingray beach (which goes past the stingray pool, the windows to Nicholas' tank, then out to the dolphin/turtle/otter terrace), or by the stairs which went directly through to the terrace. All these paths are accessible through the gift shop only.

Normally, it wouldn't be the best idea to put birds next to sharks, but Thelm and Lulu were alright. Ricky had discovered all this from his adventures at night time; ever since he had learned how to unlock the enclosure door, he waddled around CMA, getting to know everyone. The animals were very social actually, even the stingrays. He had befriended all of them except for Cooper. Cooper didn't speak much to anyone. Ever since paralysis took his lower half, he has been in a dark mood of sorts. The only beings he's social with are his human caretakers. Ricky plopped down on his feathered-behind, waiting for anything interesting to happen. Nothing did.

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dare.

{Tell me, do you feel the same?
Hold me in your arms again.
I need your love
I need your time
When everything's wrong
You make it right
I feel so high
Iv'e come alive
I need to be free with you, tonight
I need your love.

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VICTORIAMOON;;

A loud clacking sound arose from Victoria's sky-high heels as she strode down the hallway, just barely avoiding collision with every passing student. Her hair was piled up in a messy bun, her nose deep in a Swedish novel. It was a riveting love story about a blind girl who becomes a traveler, tired of being treated like she was incompetent. She falls in love with a sailor, but neglects to tell him about her disability. Victoria had just reached chapter fifteen, in which Sara, the main character, had gone overboard and was now slowly sinking into the sea to her watery death. Anticipation built up in the moment to the point where it had Vic's heart racing. At the peak of suspense, Victoria stopped weaving through people and accidentally bumped into someone. "Oh...Sorry." she peered up at the person through deep, ocean-colored eyes.

CELESTESEREVALE;;

JOSHMUNROE;;

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I have decided to stop posting on quite a few role-plays. I am tired of constantly being belittled and contradicted by everyone I speak to; I am entitled to my words, and people should understand that. Also, It seems that I am never literate enough for anyone, yet I'm always the odd-one-out in regular RP's. With school starting again so soon, I am going to have to limit the amount of threads I will post replies on. The ones I have chosen to keep posting on are:

[url]links coming soon[/url]
A l l A m e r i c a n S u m m e r. ---> semi lit & open!

I would also like to recognize a few people for really being there for me during my cs journey (I apologize in advance for leaving anyone out) :

a n o n y m o u s ;; - one of the best role-players I have ever met, and a loyal friend at that.
anchor; - an avid writer, and very fun to RP with c: I haven't known you for very long, but that doesn't change my opinion c:
kelly. - a creative coder and skilled writer! c:
;;the flare - quite humorous while in character xD I haven't know you very long either, but still c:
Ciel - Very literate, and a pleasure to Role-play with. :))

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I have decided to stop posting on quite a few role-plays. I am tired of constantly being belittled and contradicted by everyone I speak to; I am entitled to my words, and people should understand that. Also, It seems that I am never literate enough for anyone, yet I'm always the odd-one-out in regular RP's. With school starting again so soon, I am going to have to limit the amount of threads I will post replies on. The ones I have chosen to keep posting on are:

[url]links coming soon[/url]
[url=w.i.p.]A l l A m e r i c a n S u m m e r. ---> semi lit & open![/url]

I would also like to recognize a few people for really being there for me during my cs journey (I apologize in advance for leaving anyone out) :

a n o n y m o u s ;; - one of the best role-players I have ever met, and a loyal friend at that.
anchor; - an avid writer, and very fun to RP with c: I haven't known you for very long, but that doesn't change my opinion c:
kelly. - a creative coder and skilled writer! c:
;;the flare - quite humorous while in character xD I haven't know you very long either, but still c:
Ciel - Very literate, and a pleasure to Role-play with. :))