[~Arrow~]

~Username: ~Arrow~ but you can call me spirit or Arrow.
~Name of the Mutato
~Reason for choosing the name
~Most memorable memory/place/scene in this mutato's life {around 150-300 words}
~Extra of your choice {optional}

[SSQM]

Your Username
SSQM

Name of the Mutato
Rosaleen

Reason for choosing the name
It means "little rose" in Irish. Seeing as this mutato is mostly pink in color, that is why I chose something that meant rose. Rose doesn't always mean the flower. Sometimes it's another word for pink.

Most memorable memory/place/scene in this mutato's life
Rosaleen looked back on the memory of the last time she was on the ground. She had found a bush covered in beautiful flowers that were the same color as her body. They had to be roses, she thought, as she saw thorns on the stems of the pink and white flowers. She pressed her face close to one of the flowers, taking in the sweet scent. Ahh, refreshing. Rosaleen paced around the bush, taking in all she could see about this bush. On one side, there were some roses that had still yet to bloom, still just a bud. Most of the other flowers had bloomed, though, still giving her something to look at while she rested.

Rosaleen went back to the other side of the bush. She pressed her face in close again, but before she could get closer, a bee whizzed past her out of the flower she was about to smell. She blinked in confusion and then gave a small sound of relief as she realized it had not stung her. She leaned in again and took in the scent one more time. She had rested and paced along the ground enough. It was time to take to the skies once more.

Inspiration
Pretty flowers for your viewing pleasure (image is rather large)

[Rosiestar]

Rosiestar


Lilac Lotus


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[atabler10]

~Your Username atabler10
~Name of the Mutato Violet
~Reason for choosing the name Violet seems to suit the little fella
~Most memorable memory/place/scene in this mutato's life The time she saw a butterfly hatch froma crysylas

[waterstar.]

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U s e r n a m e
H e l l o, my name's Waterstar2002 and this has been bugging me and I finally decided to try for her. Cause she's so purdy.

N a m e
I will be calling her lavender, for she has the beauty and charm of the flower Lavender.

W h y
This mutato's got class, I mean she is so polite and proper. She should have a proper and polite name. So after thinking, I saw that most had decided to go with a space theme. I always like to throw surprises around and decided to be a little different. I liked the flower theme and I fit her personality in with the name and decided it was her destined name.

A h h t h e m e m o r i e s
Lavender' s fondest memory was the night that she first saw the golden, orange and poppy red sky fade against a soft field of purple lavender.

Lavender had been so upset, her current job was forcing her away from beautiful Wyoming skies and wonderful barren deserts. Up until that moment Lavender had honestly no clue what she was named after was even a flower! She was happy so why bother finding out?
The morning was one of those gloomy ones, the kind that made you feel like the sky followed your emotions. She had flown up to the airport, for she didn't want to fly all the to Provance, France from Wyoming, United states. She was granted best wishes and was now in her way. The flight seemed to drag on and Lavender was already quite upset with the scenery she'd seem so far. Boring bridges and houses, she was practically trying to be disappointed, like when you're so upset you don't want to admit something.
She was awoken when the plane came to a landing. The scenery was magnificent! A orange like the color of the blazing fire, yellow of the afternoon Sun and red as the poppy filled the sky with colors. And the secret to what she'd been named after lay the beauty of the violet purple lavender, sadly the scene ended shortly after the sky's colors altered with a mauve purple and seemingly navy blue. She arrived at her large house as night returned to prowl. Her house was light pink with brown shingles. In front was a gate with a lock and a beautiful patio. She shuffled through her chain of keys until finding the one to open the gate. The key was large and copper brown it hung by a thing lace. She stuck the key in and rushed into her house, looking for one thing: something to write on. She came across a desk and hurriedly shoved her hand in and grabbed a pencil in her not neat handwriting she wrote:
"Provence is beautiful. The sky is greater than I had first imagined. When I arrived the sunset lay painted on a canvas of gold, red and orange. And up against it lay a field of violet lavender. I have finally seem this masterpiece of which I was named for and might I say, that it is a beauty to behold."

P e r s o n a l i t y
She is moral, balanced, honest and intellectual, and most of all calm. She loves to dance and is very inter based. She can become secretive around creatures she believes can't be trusted. Once you know her you will know she's trustworthy. She has never underestimated or overestimated anyone, she takes people for who they are, not who they seem to be. She thinks all creatures can be good, but some choose to control their action differently, she really thinks that people could be better and show how much they really care.

[cyrevan]

reserve

[jasper ;]

• this is still a wip. c:

adventurous | quirky | unique | interesting | loud | animate
••me
My name is Eastern Dragon, but you can call me Eastern or Blitz. c: I really want this Mutato because the second I looked at its design, I was just... Entranced. Not enough to make me fall completely and totally into an obsession, but I just felt like I needed to have it. If I don't win, that's fine; I'll give my art and my full support to the new owner!
••it shall be introduced
-- This precious creature's name is Aquila. She's my beautiful pieni tähti, my little star. She fell from the skies, like a tiny comet.
••reasoning behind it
-- Aquila is a constellation of the eagle who carried Zeus/Jupiter's thunderbolts (idon'tcarethattheeagleismale), and this Mutato is very, very brave. She's a daredevil, and hopes to go on all the adventures a simple Mutato like herself can go on. This gal is very eager, and is willing to go on any trip ("none is too small!"). The mainstream Mutato life is far too dull for her.
••let's travel down a precious memory lane
Aquila was stargazing with her friends again. Galaxy, "Starwatcher" the dog, and Tumbleweed, "Wanderer" the sand cat, were with her tonight as they stood peacefully on the cool, dewy hill. A warm, gentle breeze whisked through their fur, and they were relaxed as they looked up.

The late summer air was heavy, as they stared out the south. "Look," muttered Galaxy. "Cygnus," replied Tumbleweed, blinking at Aquila. "Of course, you know the next one," laughed her dog friend, his Border Collie frame shaking in amusement. "Aquila!" shouted the Mutato happily, staring out at Altair. The bright star shone down at the trio, leaving the quiet animals to marvel.

"I wonder how Mutatoes are born?" Aquila suddenly wondered, turning to the golden-brown cat. He shrugged. "Dunno; maybe you guys come from nebulae and fly down to earth," her hilarious friend suggested. "Or maybe sand cats are born from cacti," replied the dog. Tumbleweed grinned. "You Border Collies come from the lowest of the rooftop squirrels! Wait, what I saying?" he wondered, making Galaxy and the little Mutato burst out laughing. The whole night continued like it, teasing and playing around, until Tumbleweed noticed the pinkish blur of the sunrise above the mountain range.

As they headed down the hill, Aquila grinned. "Thanks, you guys," she said. "That was really fun, and I hop- oh, who cares about these speeches! You better come back soon!" she threatened. After some nods and the parting of the stargazing creatures, the Mutato sat down, put on some sunglasses, and watched the sunrise, thinking of the fun they'd had.
••e x t r a s
-- personality
aquila is, as mentioned, a brave, daring, and very outspoken young lady. she loves just... going places, and is actually gets pretty worked up and excited over the littlest thing. on the negative side, she exaggerates quite a lot and tends to tell fantastic yarns about her recent explorations. other mutatoes tend to walk away with their heads spinning and a suspicious frown on their faces after aquila blurts her epic hyperboles.

-- likes
dislikes --


-stargazing
-fireflies
-temples
-kind people who give her food
•adventure!!!
-boring stuff
-nerd bullies
-witches
-dragonflies
•not adventuring!!!



Aquila ;; the constellation

http://sunfeather17.deviantart.com/art/ ... -407538987

[m0chicakez]

Reserve<3

[DecafBunny]

Reserve

[SomethingFishy~]

SomethingFishy~

Murasaki

Murasaki means purple in Japanese. Since this picture is so beautiful with it's varying purples I thought the name was fitting.

{around 150-300 words}
{WIP}