[Scarfire ;]

Dropping out

Good luck everybody

[Maryanne00]

[/b]Username: Maryanne -3-
Name: She will be called Brogan. It reflects her personality.
Gender: She is a female.
Personality: WIP
History: She was cast out of her family and walks alone. WIP
Their feelings towards water: WIP
1 Quirk: WIP
Art: [Unlimited] Wip

Yeah most of this form is WIP, will get it done asap

[Got That Jazz?]

I... I am dropping out. I at the moment don't really feel like I deserve her, and although I love her design... I'm not sure how our connection would do because it seems to be wavering ;.; Winner may use my art.

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B E A M S O F T H E M O O N O N T H E R I V E R ; E N D U R I N G



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Kala's section *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
;; No one ever said that you had to be gorgeous to be perfect ;;
:.Name.:
My name is Chandrakala Chandri Dante, my first and middle name are of Sanskrit origin meaning Beams of the moon on the river [rough combination] and my last name Dante means enduring.

:.What I go by.:
I go by Kala, which, as a random bit of information, means time in Sanskrit. I could ask you to call me by my full name, but then I'd sound like your grandmotber or something.

:.Gender.:
female And believe me, you don't even want to try and check.

:.Sexuality.:
Straight, and no offense but don't try to change me. You won't be successful.

:.Age.:
A piece of advice you should never ask a lady her age, we hate being dated.

:.Items.:
A handfull of sea gull and king fisher feathers dangle from my ear and my tail. Each kind have a special meaning to me.

:.Quirk.:
My quirk isn't always apparent, persay, but when I'm nervous my personality tends to change real fast… I'll come from being a fun loving, free spirited Gal. Too being either a snotty, sassy girl who comes off as a royal dog everytime I say something. Or a snivling coward who has to take anxiety pills to get back to normal.

:.Family.:
I have no family, who I had are gone. Even my darling sister Fate. Although one day I hope to start my own.

:.Friends.:

:.Enemies.:
Water, H20, anything of the sort.

:.Hobbies.:
cross country
futball
archery
professional nail painting -_-


:.History.:
''I was born in the spring time and life was peacefull and perfect, that's the way it remained for the next few springs. Until she came along, a squalling baby who soaked up all my parents attention. The only time they seemed to notice me was when I did something wrong, or when I cried, I swear the only words I heard them say were," GROW UP" while they were cradling the baby who they called Fate in their arms cooing and comforting the loud creature.

Years later when Fate and I both had our jewel colors my parent's turned their attention back to each other. And only then did my sister and I grow closer, we would spend days away from the house strolling down beaches , wading through streams, adventuring through dense woods, and trekking through overgrown grass and wildflowers. I'm not sure our parent's ever knew we were gone.

Out in the wild, you and whoever you are with don't get to clap their hands and make food appear in front of them. They must work either on their own, or together to survive. And this is why my sister and I grew from hesitant strangers into dependable friends relatively quickly. Every day was a fight for survival, each step further away from home often brought us many miles away from home. Tourists of our home have often mistaken us for something they call 'savages' though we're hardly savage. Some have tried their advances, acting as though we're just like the impulsive savages in their movies. Living in the moment, and not caring who with. As if, even though both I and my sister Fate are/were pretty we were never that stupid.

Days out in the wilderness passed much quicker then the ones at home. Where as at home we were the equivalent of well educated slaves. In the wild we were free to be ourselves. To roll in the mud, to splash in the icy cold springs flowing from the mountains to the east. Smile, frown, bounce of the trees, or stay silent. It's all your choice.

Years went by, my sister and I grew older. To the point where the stares from the tourists were in awe of the 'women' in front of them. She constantly reminded me of how beautiful and brave I was, always charging down the prey she found with her purple jewel. Feeding and sheltering her during the times we were away from home. But as it has been said for centuries all good things must come to an end.

It was a gorgeous springtime day and I had asked my little sister to go gather some fruit and such for us to sell at a market that we frequented. While I went to go scrounge up the treasures of the sea. But when I set foot on the delightfully warm sand on the beach, all hell broke loose. Water roared above me, the largest wave I'd ever seen. The crackling and moaning of trees falling and a fire blazing behind me. And then as my body thumped against the ground... all became black.''

This is all I know of anything that happened to me before I woke up on that beach. Words on a slightly crumbled, partially burnt slip of paper that had been crumpled in my hand. I have... flashes some times of a beautiful young JMD trailing behind me. Of building forts... or being scolded by those who I assume were my parents. All I know now, is that I am the only survivor. I am Chandrakala Chadni Dante. I live, but all those who were there beside me died.




My relationship with water: My flash backs tell me that before the incident anything to do with water was considered a friend, a way to survive, a tool if you will. But on that dreadful day water took everything from me. Those I loved those I hated those that loved me and those that hated me. Now the droplets that used to bring me joy bring me anguish.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Jazz's section~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~**~*~*~*~*~
;;Your not a failure until you stop trying;;
- - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - -- Personality - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Although the incident changed Kala, it didn't kill her. All she knows is what she has on a slip of paper. But even though what she thinks she knows is fake....coincidentally her personality is nearly the same.

:.Prankster.:
"You should've seen their faces... "
Dude, with Kala... the pranks never stop...

:.Curiosity.:
'' Curiosity has killed many, but it's incredible adrenaline rush keeps people crawling to it."
Kala, by nature is insanely curious. Made stronger by her knowing nearly nothing of her past.

:.Uncertain.:
" You must understand... I could be... anyone."
Even her flashbacks could be fake. The paper in her fist, merely a narration. Those mysterious calls in the middle of the night... they could mean something. And they do... she just doesn't know it yet.

:.Disciplined.:
"Even the worst tricksters follow the rules at one point or another."
Even though you could easily find Kala setting up a prank or two. She knows her priorities and will strictly abide by them.

:.Flirty.:
"Well... a girl's gotta have a life some how right?"
Yes you have a massive flirt here, she loves playing those games all though so far only one JMD in her new home has caught her eye.

:.Mysterious.:
"Even the person who seems to tell people everything has a secret or two."
She holds her secrets very closely to her heart. And although she is flirty. She is never obnoxiously so.

:.Insecure.:
"How would you feel if one of your few ways of defense has been voided?"
Ever since her flash backs began to happen she began to hate her jewel, using it only to keep water away from her when she wasn't drinking it. Many jewels constantly show off their powers, using it as a popularity ranks climber... she doesn't have that. Or a defense.

:.Reliable.:
"No matter what life has me in, I will always be there for you"
She will always be there. No questions asked... even if she is pulling a prank.

This is the core of who she is. You will never change her personality... never.
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~*~*~* Food section~*~*~*~
Appetizer~ Ever had a nice dish of spicy, flavorful salsa and fresh, crunchy corn chips? Nothing comes even close to beating it.

Main course~ Anything involving clam chowder. Bring it on.

Dessert~ Mango sorbet

Drink~ Either a Creme De Menthe shake or root beer, cold clasic root bear.
~*~*~*Entertainment~*~*~*
"Eeeerrrrr... the only entertainment I need is pranking. Really it's enough."
~*~*~* Sports *~*~*~
She believes she used to live for surfing... but now...

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:. Kingfisher Feathers.:
My sister Fate's eyes. They were this beautiful blue color, with orange flecks.

:.Seagull Feathers.:
The only living thing on that deserted beach besides me.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Real Story - - - - - - - - - - - -
A prestigious agent, for an offshore employer. No questions asked except now. She has to ask the questions to unlock her past, where there is no darling sister. There is only destiny.


- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Her homeland - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Hawaii. A very tourist filled land.

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This is what she knows, and this is all she knows of her past.
{In the here and now}
Kala woke up with a start, eyes wide. She blinked and tried to fluff the couch pillow, but all she felt was sand. She jumped to her feet and looked around. She screamed and her hands found her mouth. She was on an abandoned beach in Hawaii, with the waves gently crashing the shore and the palm trees swaying in the wind. Kala's hands dropped from her mouth and felt her pockets frantically. She sighed in relief as she felt the familiar case of her phone. She dug her hands in her pocket and took out her phone and tried to call her mother. All she heard was "NO SERVICE." She sighed and closed her eyes slowly, her hand tightening around the cell phone. She was about to put it down when she was startled by her familiar ring tone. Kala was very confused as she accepted the call and raised the phone back to her ear. She listened, but she didn't hear anything besides static. Her friends or family were probably just trying to call her. She closed the phone sadly, sticking it back in her pocket. She looked around again. Nothing was salvageable, not even a coconut. She started to walk across the beach, watching the waves lap at the shore. She had walked for ten minutes when she got two calls at once. She was shocked and she raised the phone to her ear once more. "Are you having fun out there?" Someone said in a neutral voice. Kala gasped but before she could reply, the mysterious speaker hung up. She accepted the second call but all it was was static. She was very confused and wanted to fling the phone into the ocean, but a small voice in her head told her not to. She shut the phone reluctantly, this time holding it in her hand.

She was almost to a small town. Kala tried to hurry but the sand stopped her. The Jewel Mane Dragon was very frightened, as she had gotten 2 more calls full of static. "Ah!" She cried as she fell into the sand. "Damn it!" She shouted as she heard her ring tone. Her phone flew out of her hand and into the sand. She scowled. She was fed up with this. Kala sighed as she grabbed the phone, almost tearing off the top as she held it to her ear, "What do you want?!" She shouted into the phone. "I can't wait to see you...," She was greeted with a gravelly voice and the usual sudden hang up. She sighed and didn't want to do this anymore. It was almost dark now. She got up on her feet and walked, hurrying more than ever now.

As Kala stepped onto pavement, she sighed in relief. Seeing as it was night now, nobody was on the streets. She was just glad she was around people, however asleep they might be. She spotted a house with lights on and set her gaze on it, running now. She was so set on her target she didn't even notice the man standing in the street. They collided and they fell, Kala's hair madly swishing around her face. "Hey, wat-!" She cried before she looked up, the mysterious man's eyes locking with her's.

. . . . . .

Her life that she doesn't know, a twist in what seemed like an innocent incident. And her entire livelihood is still on the line. And Fate, isn't on her side.

{Written from her narration, present tense, but in the past leading up to the present.}

The sounding of ten or twenty pairs of paws thunder behind me, desperate to capture. Never the less I must continue my task, and finish it. Vaulting over any wall, or obstacle that lands itself in my escape path. Left-right-left I swerve, clinging to the shadows of the walls; sending water cascading over my pursuers from the clogged gutters. Shouts of surprise echo behind me, followed by a gleeful trumpet of," We've scared her into a corner, no meager thief uses their gem until their trapped!" And a smirk draws it's way across my full lips, because, I am no meager thief.

The bays of their hounds draw my attention, and I hurdle over the last barricade between me and my payment. Dropping a singular dried white rose on top of the wall I dropped over, a much more aggravating approach then a note. Because it is original and if I've found anything the cops hate more then working overtime, it's originality, because with it's presence I am always a step ahead of their game, they can't find me because I seem to vanish. And nobody knows who they were chasing until they find the dried white rose when I've gone. The only thing besides the rose that is always the same when I escape, is the black Mercedes that slingshots around the corner I vanish at, though they haven't noticed that; and probably never will.

As my trademark Mercedes roars around the corner I vault in the open window, and check my reflection in the mirror, not bad overall, a little bit of sweat here and there, but nothing matted or dirty like a tough get away would show signs of. Removing the cause of the bulge in my chest I stare at the gold and diamond encrusted bag, knowing whatever I had stolen had more then twice the value of this container. But as part of my policy ' No questions asked ' I hardly ever knew what I had stolen. All I knew was my payoff, which at this point in time was 15,000 euros. Which was definitely on the lower end of my payoffs. Assassination was worth much more.

And so began the regular session of 'trust-your-gut-to-keep-down-brunch' escape route. Trust me, Mercedes and dunes... don't try it at home. Although, unlike the normal routine... a shady figure darted out to greet us.

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^^ Kala standing in a puddle, smiling.

^^ I know it's Khione. But the water on her head was caused by Kala, and so was the Hah. She was playing tricks on the tourists again.


^^ Art of Kala in disguise as a male model by me!!!! *first anthro ever!!!*


- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Thank you for the opportunity on this gorgeous JMD Wolfswelpe, I truly appreciate that.- - - - - - - - -





WIP

[Lady Tuesday]

Username: Creole
Name: Coeur de l'Océan (Heart of the Ocean in French)
Nickname: Cœur (Heart)
Gender: Female
Personality: She is calm and relaxed but rub her the wrong way and she could use the wrath of the sea to strike you down.
History: Her name comes from the french translation of the sapphire on the Titanic.
Her feelings towards water: She loves it as a part of her-not as something she owns. She thinks of it as a wild spirit that is inside of that she cannot control. She would do anything to protect it-even die for it. She knows it's strange but she feels she could never love anything but the sea.
1 Quirk: She has always liked to swim upside down with her wings stretched out wide and the ocean waves guiding her on new adventures in new places.
Other: She has an affinity of water [which means that she can ask it to do things for her, but it has it's own will and she cannot control it.]
Art: [WIP]

[MathematicalGryphon]

k a e l a•a m p h i t r i t e•c l e a r w a t e r

Dropping out, as I don't have time to complete the form Good luck to everyone who enters! ^^

[Gerbilnutter]

I've decided to not enter good luck to every one else

[Bex.of.Time]

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Lord.Of.Time at your service.

The name's Naida.
I'd call this nymph-like JMD Naida, which means "water nymph" in Greek.

Last time I checked I was fully and totally female.
Naida is a lovely young girl.

Naida was born May 19, 1988.

Naida is a Taurus.
Her alias is a bull, which is quite accurate, as she can be quite stubborn at times.

I would say I'm friendly. Kinda happy-go-lucky. But I have my moments of sadness. Doesn't everyone?
Naida is quite friendly and enjoys being around others, but also enjoys the peace of being alone. She enjoys to sit outside on a sunny day, or cuddle inside on a rainy one with her thoughts.

Life can be hard, as it has it's ups and downs. Mine was hell. Until I found something to believe in.
Naida was born into a working class family. But as she got older, her family got poorer. And when she reached highschool, hell dropped upon her. Everyone thought she was a prissy because of her markings. Because they were so beautiful and seemed well-to-do, everyone thought she made up her story of being poor to get sympathy and attention. She was bullied and her family life wasn't any better. She wanted to leave and go out in the world, but her family was pulling her down. She tried so hard to see reason with them but they just didn't want her to leave. She got a job teaching children to swim to fund herself and her family. That's when she got a reality check. All her life, she thought she had been kept down by her family, but really, she was being pulled down by herself. She knew what she wanted to do since she was a child. She wanted to sing. But through her struggles she realized that she wanted to do other things with her voice. She wanted to inspire people, and help them through their own struggles, because that's what music was doing for her. She spent more and more time alone improving her voice. More time in the band room during lunch practicing. And when she graduated highschool, she gathered her things and left home to be discovered. She sang all over the country to try and get a record deal. But she was failing. She started to get low again, but one thing changed everything again. Someone complimented her music and thanked her. Something that had never occurred before. Naida had a breakthrough moment. She wasn't made to get a record deal and become famous to inspire millions, even though she would love if that happened. She was made to inspire people in her own community. One by one. She started to sing everywhere. On the streets, at festivals, in cafes and bars. And one by one, people started to come up to her and compliment her and thank her. She was making a difference one by one, and that's all she needed to do.

Water's like my second home really. It's where I feel the most calm and at peace. Cheesy but true. And not to mention, it can be so much fun!
Naida is in water almost as much as she's in her own home. Maybe more. For her, it's like a safe haven.

I'm always humming. Everywhere I go you can hear me humming. It's usually not even a song, just a random tune I made up.
Naida loves music, so therefore, she hums quite a bit.

[MathematicalGryphon]

Could you post a transparent version, but with shading?

[marlosanson]

History:
Their feelings towards water:
1 Quirk:
Art: [Unlimited]

[Umbrakinesis]

Just a question, does it have to be female?