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This will be a short contest c:

Just tell me, why does it have the markings he has?
Username:
Dragons name:
Gender:
Personality?: (optional- gives extra points)
Story: (optional- gives extra points)
Why does it have the markings it has?:

[~DarkEcho~]

Username: ~DarkEcho~
Dragons name: Zoku
Gender: Male
Personality?: Fun, hyper, always looking for an adventure, and loves to talk
Story: as an egg Zoku was abandoned and left alone in a forest when he hatched he lived by himself until he found other Dragons like him and he became a very social WD.
Why does it have the markings it has?: He got them after he touched some strange writing in one of the caves he explored.

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[Icefelis]

Username: Icefelis
Dragons name: Chikyū
Gender: Male
Personality?: Kind, but shy. He's not very trusting.
Story: Led a peaceful, quiet life in a small town until he ran out one day into a nearby forest. Since then, he has been very solitary.
Why does it have the markings it has?:In the forest he had an experience with a demon. It cursed him for not trusting him.

Sorry, it's not very good...

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[jillybean711]

Username: jillybean711
Dragons name: Nezzy
Gender: female
Personality?:Most of it is described in the story,
Story:
When Nezzy was born she was abandoned by her mother. She lasted only two hours without being at her mother's side, she was dying. She was yelling and crying through those long hours. Eventually, a great warrior from a tribe that lived nearby heard her cries. He had a very soft heart on the outside. He took her in and raised her as his own. When she was a teenager she was often found at the edge of the village, starring into the forest, nobody knew why, but the warrior new she was thinking about the outside world, and the battles she always wanted to come to with the warrior. Until the enemy tribe came to the village. hey set it a blaze. he was horrified at this, She was scared but heard the cries of a baby inside a burning hut. Then she found it, she found that bravery inside her. She then darted into the hut,She found the crying child which reminded Nezzy of herself when she was first born she grabed the baby in her mouth softly,and carried it out of the battle.She hid in a tree,from the battle,she held it close in her arms as it's tiny fingers clutched her fur on her leg. Many lives were lost that day,but nezzy was a hero. She got her name changed to Bravery with a heart,and got those markings.
Why does it have the markings it has?: For being so brave in the story.

[apricotflyer]

Username:
Apricotflyer
Dragons name:
Scorch.
Gender:
This can be nothing but a lovely male. <3
Personality:
Scorch is extremely loyal, his loyalty is not easily given away though. When you do gain his trust however he will die for you. He doesn't like it when others try to help him, not after the fire, not after they let his sister die. It hurt him more than he likes to admit. He's that handsome mysterious boy and everyone likes a mystery. It's not like he wants to be alone, he just can't stand being around them because it feels like the world should've ended. He is trying to make friends though, he really does want to move forward from his past. But it isn't as easy as he thought. He is extremely vulnerable, if you ever ask him anything about his family he will instantly break down, looking like some kind of maniac. He has anger issues and even little things can stir up the boiling rage within himself. His life has always seemed dark, if only he could find someone to save him from the fire he's battling in his mind.
Story:
He was running, paws pounding against the heated ground. The crackle of flames surrounded him , no way out but still his eyes scanned the area. Logs blocked his escape but that didn't worry him just yet, he was distant from the world. He was only desperate for one thing, his sister. He couldn't find her after he'd woken up the mind chilling fire. He'd never been in such a panic before. A steady thump sped up within his chest but he withheld the urge to scream her name. There was limited air with thick black smoke choking him slowly. He had to be conservative, he had to think. Forcing his bright green optics shut he took a single deep breath before reopening them. There, his head felt a little clearer now. His grey body was illuminated by the orange glow as he jumped through some flames after hearing a faint sound. A tiny squeak that only with such big ears could he hear. He traced it, not daring to yell out himself. His dear sister, he imagined her quivering body, in so much shock from this devastating event. But he couldn't give up, hope was already welling up inside. She wasn't going to die, she couldn't. Scorch suddenly bounced up from where he'd just been standing lost in his thoughts, a sparking ember flew up and landed on his paw, scarring him. With an uncontainable yelp he rushed on, not caring to let his thoughts stop him again. This was urgent and time was racing forward whilst her felt like he was being propelled backward. Dodging several flaming objects he broke through the flickers, panting. He was now dragging his worn body, the heat was taking it's toll and he could barely swallow. It scared him but he forced his optics straight ahead, noticing the shivering figure. He raced to her and scooped her onto his back despite how much strain it put on him. Then gently checking to see that she was holding on he started back the way he had come. His flank was burnt, fur peeling in some places to reveal vulnerable pink skin. He wanted to collapse on the soft earth but quitting wasn't an option. Remembering the small body atop him he kept on, snaking past branches and soon he left the forest. Once getting as far away as he could the dragon dropped to the grass, passing out before he even knew if anyone was there to save them.
***
A strange beeping sound awoke him and as his eyelids opened like shutters the world spun. He felt dizzy and just thinking hurt. A throbbing headache hit him but that wasn't all. He groaned in pain as it hit him, the aftermath of the burns. "My sister." he muttered, voice raspy but he managed to breathe, gulping up the fresh air greddily. "D-did. S-s-she make i-it?" he stuttered, those important words hung in the air. As if no one wanted to answer it, he didn't want anyone to answer it. The silence already told him but a dragon in the white hospital room cleared her throat. "Um, sorry. But she died, her young body wasn't able to breathe even after she was able to breathe air that wasn't contaminated with smoke, she was already gone when we found you two." she spoke nervously, shiftily watching him for a reaction. He'd been trying to deny it the whole time, but having someone explain it to him, actually say those words. It finally hit him like a bullet through the brain. "NO!" he screamed as tears ran down his face, matting up his peeling fur. "No he whispered, quieter this time. His vision swirled and he was soon out cold again. He wasn't ready to wake to this nightmare just yet.
Why does it have the markings it has?:
Scorch was caught up in a terrible fire trying to save his sister. He was burnt and had to be stitched up, his markings are the remains of his scars that won't ever heal. Memories that won't ever disappear.

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ohoho longer form, thats what I like to see :o
thanks for entering<3

[hnai]

May i ask when is this ending?

[hnai]

Username: .cupcakefox.(bold)

Dragons name: Hashu

Gender:

Personality:
Hashu is a quiet one. He prefers to be alone than talk with others, most part of the time. He loves to read and study science. He's impatient with people who aren't smart as him and doesn't know how to deal with wisdom.
It suffers from a disorder called bipolarty. You never know when he's kidding or talking seriously.

- Doesn't likes to go outside
- Loves science with all his life
- May be snob
- Likes dark magic
- Doesn't believes in God
- Is extremely polite most part of the time
- Loves to talk with scientists
- Doesn't likes children
- Likes to use glasses even he doesn't need them
- Think about himself most part of the time, doesn't cares much about other's feelings
- Doesn't likes to eat
- Likes to make people obey him
- Perfectionist
- Everything is for the sake of science




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Story: WIP

Misterious Marks:
His marks are part of the secret society he participates. They are marks to prove he's part of the "club". It' called Third Eye Organization (or TEO). The organization works as secret scientists for the State. They create bombs, medicine, and nanotechnology. Most part of them are alchemists. Some of them create new creatures in laboratory, make tests on humans or animals.

They have a rigorous hierarchy. It is:

Eyes:
Most important scientists, alchemists, have the power to take decisions and speak for the organization in important meetings. Have access to special books.

Mouths:
Normal scientists, makes smaller experiments like medicine and simple robots. Doesn't have acces to special books.

Feet:
Newbies and smaller scientists. Always learning with the older ones. Doesn't have acced to special books.