[siennacereal]

Username;;
ZombieLuv<3
Name;;
Dandelion
Nickname;;
Dan

Gender;;

Female
Sexuality;;
Bisexual
Age;;
19
Birthdate;;
July 4th, 1994
Weight;;
137
Personality;;
Dan is people-oriented and fun-loving, she make's things more fun for others by their enjoyment. To her, the entire world is a stage. She love's to be the center of attention and perform for people. Living for the moment, she love's new experiences. She dislike theory and impersonal analysis. Interested in serving others. She is likely to be the center of attention in social situations. Dan is definitely a spontaneous, optimistic individual.
Quirk;;
Readily puts herself in the way of danger without careful consideration.
Dream;;
Her dream is to one day become a famous painter. She love's to paint abstract art and would love for her skills to be noticed.
Hobby;;
Painting, she has devoted all of her time to painting with watercolor paints.

Fav. Color;;
She love's the color yellow, not only because it is on her pelt, but because it is such a bright and happy color.
Fav. TV Show;;
Fruits Basket, she absolutely love's to watch this show with her friends.
Fav. Movie;;
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. It might sound childish but she adores this movie, food coming to life would be awesome in her opinion.
Fav. Place;;
Her favorite place to hang out is in a nice sunny field, so she can paint.
Fav. Season;;
Dan's favorite season has got to be spring. It's the season where little animals are being born and the flowers start blooming.
Fav. Song;;
Crazy Girl by: Eli Young Band, she love's country music the best out of all the genre's.
Lucky Number;;
She believe's her lucky # is 14
Crush;;
She has a secret crush on Lumen.

Make A Wish!

[Shinigami.]

Dropping out. Found out that I wanted a male Mako and I wish this one was because I had found a good story and name for it. I hope everyone has fun trying out for it though.

[Shaynn]

Click for my form!

If I do not win all will be deleted.

[Flowerdust]

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[hnai]

WIP

Arya. Arya Price. "what's wrong with your name?" they ask. "Nothing." I answer. But who am i lying for? Everything is wrong with my name. Everything is wrong with me. Damn it. Here i am again, talking to the walls. When will i learn...? Too many questions, not enough answers, not enough time, not enough thoughts. My name is my name, i can't change it, like my history. But can i change who i am? No. So i'm still not idiot enough to try to save someone. I can't even save myself.

But... who am i, in the end?
Alice asked herself who
she was before, but she never got
a direct answer. i think anyone
really have the answer for this
question.
Well, i think i know who i am.
I am 22.
(Even if it's not enough)

I am afraid of my father
(Even if it's totally unnatural)

I am waiting for something
(I just don't know what it is)

I am a musician
(I can only express my feelings
with music))

I am tired
(Of my life)

I am happy
(and pround)

Is that who i am? Is that who i was?
I may not know everything, but i know something:
I am NOT "the girl that follows the master" again.

In the end, i think i'm just a person. But i'm not like the others. I am a philosopher. And each person (even philosophers) have an origin. And i really hate mine. It could start with a song. A song like...

Chapter 1 - Innocent

Tom, he was a piper's son,
He learnt to play when he was young,
And all the tune that he could play
Was 'over the hills and far away';


Everything started on that street. That terrible alley where only the rats dared to enter. Where the sewage passed make everything smell terribly. But that was our home. Yes, we lived on the streets. Our neighbours used to call us "little rats". We had no second names, no family, no history. We were just children, what could we do? Work? Study? Without money or someone to take care of us? No. We were lost. Just lost. You can't even imagine how it feels to wake up everyday not knowing if you're going to survive or not. Our group had around 8 children (we used to have more, but most of them passed away). We had no hope, no food, no smiles, no life.
Most part of us was there 'cause of some physical disability; i was the lucky one who was healthy. I also was the oldest, so i always had to work for my friends, helping them to get food (always had to steal everything) or with simple things like walking. My parents... Like most part of our parents, mine just threw me on the street.Why? I don't know, i was just a kid. Always wondered why, but i couldn't find a good reason why a mom would abandon their son, but somehow, that happened to me and some of my friends (not including the ones who fled their homes or orphanages).

You may think "ouch, that's terrible." well, yes, but how can you know? You live inside your house, with your mom and dad (and maybe siblings) and eat good food everyday. The world is terrible, this is not so uncommon. There are still a lot of children on the street, dying everyday, but i can't do nothing.
And the days used to pass. Everyone dying a few all the time, starving for love. We used to sing a lullaby every night. it was "Tom the Piper's son." I sang them to sleep everyday, under the stars, with the stone under our heads, dreaming with a better life.
We had no innocence. We had no childhood. We just had ourselves.

Chapter 2 - Father


Over the hills and a great way off,
The wind shall blow my top-knot off.

Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
That he pleased both the girls and boys,


We were there, surviving. People used to throw trash bags on our alley every morning, so we were tearing them, searching for little teasures like half of an apple or (in a really lucky day) pieces of bread. I didn't sleep last night, spending all my time watching the night sky and asking myself why we were there. I would prefer to die than live like that. But my friends needed me. And i needed them. They were the closest of a family i ever had. We were each other's legs, hands, eyes, ears and mouths. And... Nii-ni! She was my best friend. I would never let her alone, even on the hardest moments. If i just could close my eyes and fly for tomorrow...
Then, when i was about to cry, Nii-ni hold my hand. "Stop." she said. "I know what you're thinking, and it's almost a sin. You should be thankful for what you have." She stared inside my eyes, with a censorious expression . I tried to smile, but i failed. How could she be always so positive? "We have nothing." I said.
At some point, i just began to curse. Sin. God didn't exist. he would help us, but he just didn't exist. Or really hated us.

Some guys found old candy on a bag when a big man entered the small street. The sun was behing him, creating a weird light around his head, like a halo. An angel; or almost. But when you have nothing, everyone can be your savior. We started to beg for some money (like we used to do everytime we saw an adult) but he just stopped and smiled. He put his glasses on and stared at me, like

he knew i was the leader. His face was long and his nose was enormous, what would be a bit weird if his cheeks weren't so pink, giving him an innocent expression.
- I'm from EOHF (EUA's One Heart Foundation) and i'm here to find you guys a new home. - He said while taking some papers out of the pocket.
We didn't know how to read, so he just let us stare at the pages for some time then returned them to his pocket
- My name is Charlie, but you can call me "Father." Or "Dad." - He said while smiling a lot. His black suit gave him a formal and serious look, that contrasted with his face.
Nii-ni stared at me like she never did before, but i didn't stop even one second to think two times. I ran to "Dad" and jumped on his belly.
- Take us. - I said, almost begging (you can't even imagine how i was desperate) - take us from there, please.
Yes, he could be an assassin, or anything, but i was just hoping he could, at least, find us some food.
The rest of the group didn't look so happy. They looked a bit worried, but after seeing Dad puting me on his shoulders, they just followed us screaming "eeeeh!". Nii-ni was the last of them, still staring at me. She looked weird.
Well... who cares at all? We were going to eat! And, hopefully, if he has saying the truth, find a new home. I heard about these foundations all the time on the streets. Like "Green Peace." They were people who wanted to make a better world.
could God be helping us for the first time?

Chapter 3 - Somebody that i used to know
They all stopped to hear him play,
'Over the hills and far away'.

Tom with his pipe did play with such skill
That those who heard him could never keep still;
As soon as he played they began for to dance,
Even the pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.


Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and months turned into years. 4 years, to be exact. Now, i was 13. And i was blind too. Not phisically, but emotionally. Nii-ni wanted to talk to me a few weeks ago. She was weird as she was in the day we were rescued. I did know about her "medium" powers, but never really believed in any kind of magic or supernatural stuff, so i didn't trust her when she said we had to leave Dad's house. Also, he was so good! He saved our lives, now he owned us everything. He was usually calling me to his office, telling me to sit near him and having long talks about my favorite thing: philosophy. Dad was a man with a big heart. After us, he rescued a lot of other children too. Now, our group had around 21 children and i was very happy. I would do everything for my dear father. Even if he was acting a bit... weird on the last months. Too cold and distant; locked on his office, working day after day.

We were all smart now. Dad sent us to school and teached me how to play piano. Then, i started to get attached to music. It was the best thing of my life, always making me feel like someone... better. It made my life beautiful as it wasn't before.
Everyone looked happy but Nii-ni. She was always distand, almost wasn't the girl i used to know before, on the streets. She also didn't speak or smile much. "Please, Arya, listen to me, you're blind. You can't see, this man is evil!" She said while shaking my shoulders, as if to wake me forcibly, on our last talk. Today, i regret holding her shoulders and staring at her face and saying: "Nii-ni, i don't know what happened to you. You're weird. You aren't my best friend anymore. Now, you're someone i don't know. If you don't want to stay, then, leave! Go live in the streets again. I don't care. We're all happy here. We have a life, and a reason to live now. We have dreams. I don't know what you have against Dad, but i think the only person who's blind here is you."
Today, i know she was right. But i just noticed it too late.

Chapter 4 - Demons

-But Dad...!
- No, no, no, shhh, my little one. Will you go agaisnt your dear dad? No, just obey. I know what's better for you. Now, play that tune again. What's the name...? Oh, yes! Tom, the Piper's son.


As Dolly was milking her cow one day,
Tom took his pipe and began to play;
So Dolly and the cow danced 'The Cheshire Round',
Till the pail was broken and the milk ran on the ground.


Just one week, but looked like the whole eternity has already passed in front of my eyes. Too many things happened at the same time. First, Nii-ni ran away from home. Then, Dad started to act really rude. And that morning, he struck little Thomas. Everyone was suddenly scared and serious. We stayed on our room the whole morning, wondering why that happened. They raised hypotheses like: "Dad was drunk" or "he shall be with some serious personal problem". But i was starting to wonder if that man was really evil inside. If he just took us from the streets to make us work for him or something similar.
...
No, he would never act like that. Probably Dad just did that for some important reason.

Silly me.

Day after day, one for one, my friends ran away from home. Day after day, Dad got worse. But i was an idiot. In the end, i was alone. He treated me like his personal servant, and i just wanted to make everything for my saviour. People say ignorance is man's

best friend 'cause when you're ignorant, you don't know what is right and what is wrong and will never think much, so you will never feel bad. Well, they were right.

June 25th, tuesday
Masters and servants, they are each other half, like ying and yang. Some people were created to work and some people were created to order. I love working for my master. He is good for me. I hope i can die doing what he wants me to do. While i work for him, then, i'll be happy.


Robot. That was what i was. A robot with a metal heart. I think that was what that man wanted, after all. Someone to love him. But that wasn't love, i think. That was slavery (I even adopted his surname, Price).
I don't know what i had in my mind. I've already heard people can do crazy things when they fal in love, but what about when someone save your life? Would they own everything you have? I don't know. I think even being a philosopher, i will never have the answers for some questions.
Growing up was the best thing in my life. Bit by bit, i started to notice what was happeing to me and me. And started to regret, 'cause people regret their errors, they regret their sins. And man, i couldn't be more sad. Somehow, i ruined my life. I already was a loser, but i ended turning everything in a nightmare.
I needed to escape. And Nii-ni? What happened to her? And our friends, our group, our... family? I guess i didn't have anyone to call "family" anymore.
But... how could i escape and back to the streets without money or clothes or...?
Then, while playing piano during the night; the sound Dad liked the most, i created a plan. A foolproof plan.

Chapter 5 - Thief



He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,
He used his pipe and she used her legs;
She danced about till the eggs were all broke,
She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.



Looked like a whole life had passed since i was stealing food with Nii-ni on the alleys. That night, i was stealing again, but there was no one at my side. And i wasn't attacking an old lady's purse. I was stealing a mansion.

While Dad was sleeping, i walked the halls, searching for his office. I was afraid Dad could prevent my escape, but i guess he found I had such devotion to him i would never try to do that. Almost true.
After after stumbling several times in the dark, i finally found a wood door. I opened it and entered the room. Like the rest of te house, the office was dark, but i was carrying a candle; so i saw some papers on the desk and several books on shelves on the walls. The whole room smelled like something old and dusty, that made ​​me want to sneeze. I opened the drawers of the desk and found what i wanted: money.
I was starting the street life again. But that time, i wasn't the same 9 years old scared kid. I was someone new. Older. Now, i knew what i wanted. I had dreams. I had a chance. But that time, i didn't have any Nii-ni to help me; look inside my eyes and tell me everything was going to be ok. I had no Thomas or no Paul or no Daniel to tell me jokes or sing to me. I was alone.
After putting everything i could see on my pockets, i left the office, trying to not cry, as i did a lot of times during hard nights on my room.

Chapter 6 - The end of the beggining



Tom saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,
Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;
He took out his pipe and he played them a tune,
And the poor donkey's load was lightened full soon.



I won't spend much time explaining what happened next. In the end, i just ended stealing enough money to rent a small apartment.

Then, i started to get some money playing piano on the conservatory; and finally, studying philosophy and turning into... a teacher. Yes. I still play piano and some other instruments because as i said before, music is my life. I couldn't live without it. With music, i can express all my pain, love, happiness and sadness. But there's only one song i will never play again: Tom the Piper's son.

June 25th, wednesday
I was reading "The Neverending History" when someone hit the door. I opened and was suddenly staring at blue icy eyes.

- Hello, Arya. How many time. - Nii-ni smiled, on that cute and annoying way. That time, she looked like my old friend. Somehow, older and more mature, but still her. And she was carrying... paper planes?

But that's another story and shall be told in another time.


Tom, he was a piper's son,
He learnt to play when he was young,
And all the tune that he could play
Was 'over the hills and far away';

But now, thinking better, i notice i'm not just
my history. The question "who i am" also
includes my personality. My mind...
I don't know how to explain it right.
I don't even think i know my own personality.
Well, i could say some stuff, but that would
never be everything since i would need other
person's eyes to tell my true personality.
And i think the only person in the world that
could explain my mind right is...

I hate my pass. But i can't change it. Sometimes,
i can find myself crying at my room, or while eating my bread and
staring through the window, to the grey sky outside, wondering
where all my old friends and Dad are. How did their story end? How
many of that guys are still alive? I also can't find my parents. I didn't
remember my old surname or anything about my real family. I wish i
could see their face once, even in my dreams... but they abandoned
me when i was too young, i can't remember anything.
When i am about to drown in my own sadness, i always hear that noise
Nii-ni does with the nose when she's worried and comes to hug me,
telling everything will be ok with that positive tone on her voice.
Yeah. I guess my life will never be how i want, but when someone said
it would be easy? Life is not perfect, it's a mess. And want to know? I don't
really care. There are things in the world more importants than a perfect
life: a perfect friend, a perfect health and a perfect happiness. And in the
end, i have everything.

Yoooo! Hey Ary, what are you
doing? Talking to the walls again?
Let me help you with the
personality thing!

Well, first of all, i know you are
•Patient
Even when you're worried, you know
how to wait for the right moment to
do something.
Also, you're
•Smart
You started to read too many
books, i don't know how all of them
fit in your mind.
• Instinctive
Is also another word that can describe
you well. Even bein the smart person you are,
sometimes you just won't think two times before
following your heart. Yes, that already put you in
some trouble before no?
You're also
• Loving
I'm sure you'll do everything you need
for who you love. Also, in the end, you're
• Mature
You're a person who knows
the right time to do something. You won't
fight for silly things and is very careful with
your decisions (today).

That's why i made a mental playlist:
- Spontaneous me - Lindsey Stirling [theme song]
- Tom The Piper's Son (piano) [theme song 2]
-Listen To Your Heart - DHT
- Look How Far We've Come
- C'mon - Fun

My history, my personality,
my songs, me. Me?
I think being a philosopher
can be a pain sometimes.
Being who i am can be
a pain sometimes.
Living can be a pain
sometimes. But in
the end, i'm happy for
being who i am.
For having what i have.
Now, i think i'm just
going to take a coffee
and watch the city below
with Nii-ni.
'Cause in the end, everything
we need is just someone to love.

Writer final notes:
I was going to write more. Even more. But God knows
i'm not that good with english and i also had just a few
time to use computer. Just hope you enjoyed the form
and apologize 'cause i wish i could do even more for Arya.

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[solo.]

Most likely will enter ;u;

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reserve for the beauty <3

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Reserve <3

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Anastasia
The Collector

Username:
- ki-neko animura

Name:
- Anastasia
- Ana

Gender:
- Female

Short Personality:
- Ana is as rough and tumble as any guy. She can match their pace and send it back ten fold. She can be very sweet and caring but anger her and you will get harsh words and a wicked tongue lashing. She loves digging on the bottom of the ocean. The luminescent gold markings on her body give off a faint glow allowing her to go deeper than most. She can be very stubborn and extremely sassy when needed. She has a need for adrenaline that could match any high speed driver.

Fears
- Jellyfish - She hates jellyfish. When she was younger and still learning about the other dangers in the ocean she found a jellyfish, well it stung her and in her anger she bit it... yep not the best thing to do to a jelly.
- Bugs - Though she loves to dig and find the hidden treasures she is freaked out by the bugs who live their lives in that soil. She always gets the heebie jeebies when she sees them
- Being left alone in the world - She already lost one of her loved ones in a tragic way she can't bear to think of losing another. She will be very protective to those she doesn't want to lose!

Why I want her?:
- I love love love her design. The amazing glow on her is very unique and the blue eyes really help pop. The simpleness of it is astounding. I do love the one accent color too I always have. Natural colors with one or two unnatural accents. So adorable!!!

Other:
- She moves like the grass, as she journeys down
through the depths to the ground
she digs and digs until treasure is found
sacred gems shells and more
she loves all the different things she can score
Her heart lies in the salty sea

The darkness falls upon her
but she does not fear
she is the only one who can see down here
like an angler glowing in the darkness
she creates the small light of happiness

- Ana felt the water growing colder as she slowly made her way down towards the bottom of the ocean. She had been swimming for a full two hours to make it to her favorite spot, and now that she arrived the fish inside of her rejoiced. Closing her eyes she allowed her gold markings to glow brighter, the once black water turning into a goldish grey. She used to be afraid of the darkness to the point she would glow at the surface. Not now. Not after so many years of diving. After several more minutes of swimming she touched the surface looking around for her marker. There, she spotted it the bright purple shell with a wrap of seaweed and a rock on the end. Smiling she swam to it, picking up the rock and placing it a couple feet to her left. As the medium rock made a thunk at the bottom she took off, kicking up muddy sand and more.

Ana dug for what felt like an hour, placing anything she found into a small bag her friend had woven for her. She didn't bother sorting anything right now. That would happen when she journeyed back home. Backing up out of her hole she threw the sediments back over top slightly filling it. She knew that the ocean currents would bring in new pieces so she needn't worry about filling it back completely. Stretching she looked up towards the surface and kicked off the bottom. She liked taking the surface back home, the waves helping to paddle and to enjoy the falling sunset.

About an hour into her travels Ana saw a flash or orange then felt the ripples as something hit the water. Her curious nature getting the best of her she shot up to the surface and looked around. There she saw a large fire burning from a thing humans called a ship. Cocking her head she heard the shouts of the men and several more ripples came into the water. "Humans." she grumbled diving back under the water and towards the ships. She had never much cared for humans but she couldn't stand by and watch as they entered the cold waters.

It took barely a minute for Ana to make her way towards the burning pyre. she noticed several of the men either climbing into a couple row boats or heading towards the shore. But there was one boy who struggled in the water, giving a small coo Ana swam towards the thrashing teenager. Looking deep into his eyes she made sure her body language was soothing. As the boy stared into her eyes he stopped thrashing allowing the small makoatl to grab his collar and make their way towards an abandoned shore.

When the boy could touch ground Anastasia let go, treading in the waist deep water she watched as the slightly astonished boy stepped on shore. Ana stared into his sea-foam eyes and watched as the boy shimmered revealing a smiling translucent figure, a figure she recognized, only to shimmer back into the boy. "Congratulations Anastasia of The Sea. My darling daughter" he said the lips moving but the noise seeming to fill the small shore. "I was taken away from you much too young, but I have never stopped watching you." Looking up at the shimmering figure Ana smiled the small shimmer and voice was one she recognized, her father. A makoatl who had died to protect her after a rogue makoatl attacked them one day.

"Pappa" she cooed stepping closer to the land but never leaving water. She remembered that night vividly. A night filled with terror. Her father had just showed her a secret treasure spot when the rogue attacked. Ana's father held him off enough for her to get away but sadly he was killed and the rogue came after her. That night she hid out fear racking her as she was alone in the dark waters. She watched as the rogue searched for her and after hours gave up his hunt. Looking around she noticed the water begin to glow and she moved her eyes upward as something hit the water. Curiosity hitting her, she left her hiding spot and swam to the surface. There she found a small glowing star and as she grew closer to it the star started to seep into her, changing her once black marking along her sides into a glowing yellow beacon. She felt warmth spread through her now cold body and tears came back to her eyes as she recognized the warmth. It was that of her father. The warmth a child feels for someone she loves. That night her new markings led her home and ever since she has been not only searching for the Makoatl who killed her father but also continuing on his legacy of treasure finding.

"Hello Anastasia. I am unable to stay for long. But you have done well my daughter and now on this day I will bestow you the gift that I never had the chance to give." with that a small black pearl was lifted to her neck and attached with a thin chain. "This pearl is my second favorite treasure I have ever found. The first being you." with that the boy's image and her father's voice faded leaving the sad Ana alone, again.

"Good bye pappa." she cooed her eyes turned upward. Before long she turned and began her journey back home.

One year later

Yawning awake Anastasia uncurled herself from the seaweed nest she called a bed. Getting up

Art:



A ref sheet of a child and adult ana
All by me