[Lindsey.]

Can't wait till the winner is announced!

[Vermilion Ink]

Yup, Good Luck Everyone!

[Steamturtle]

-_-* I was supposed to judge. But now I have to wait. I'm going to extend this two more days, no longer. It also has to do with huge real-world problems going on currently Please, please finish your forms.

[Steamturtle]

Username:
~.Crow.~

Sima Name:
"My name is Nemo Verne Ratchet. But I mostly go by my surname because I find my first a trifle embarrassing. My first and middle names were given to me after Captain Nemo (aka Prince Dakkar) From the works of the science fiction author Jules Verne. (witch is where I get my middle name from.) Unfortunately, others commonly compare my first name to the clownfish."

Sima Gender:
"I am Male. Hopefully the name makes that apparent."

Personality:(at least two sentences)
Ratchet is very energetic and friendly. He enjoys helping others and will make time to if need be, and is always there when you need him. He is very accepting of others and doesn't care what others think of him.

History:
"Well, I guess i'll start from the beginning. I don't remember much from my past, just, waking up.
The space was dark, small, and smelled horrible. Then I realized I was sitting in a trash can. Subsequently freaking out, I leapt out of the filthy can and found I was in a cluttered alleyway. It was night and a light from a nearby streetlamp illuminated the dark scene. My head spun, what had happened? why was I here? where am I anyway? A sinking feeling began to form in my chest as I realized I had no answer to any of these questions. I decided to search the area for any clues and had just stood up when I realized my front left leg was made of metal. “Gah!” I exclaimed. This isn’t normal. I thought realizing I had metal on my tail and hind leg as well as a curious device covering my left eye. or is it? Have I always been like this? The fact that I didn’t know greatly disturbed me. I shook off the feeling and continued my search. After a few minutes, or was it hours? I found a leather satchel in a large bin down the alleyway. I cleared a space in the rubbish and dumped out the contents. A crudely sharpened pencil and stub of an eraser tumbled out followed by a small journal bound in the same brown leather, and a wrench. I trembled, the sight of the items was reassuringly familiar. The wrench had the initials N.V.R. engraved on it. My initials perhaps? After flipping through the journal memories started to flood back to me. Relief washed over me as I read each one. And they were all signed by Nemo Vern Ratchet. My name! I stuffed the Items back into the satchel and threw it around my neck. It felt perfect, the way it felt familiar on my shoulders. And Started off, searching for a better place to continue my reading than a deserted alleyway.
To this day I still don’t know what happened, but with the help of my journal I’m coming ever so closer to the life I used to live.
(Sorry the history was rushed, I hope I got it in on time! I wish to make no excuse for it's delay, but last week was a hectic one for me )

Extras:

Likes:
*Fixing Things
*Helping Others
*Figuring out how things work
*Books

Dislikes:
*Fighting
*Rain
*Disorder
*Vanity

~.Crow.~, You have won! Take good care of Ratchet, he seems to have had a hectic history

[Vermilion Ink]

Oh My Gosh THANK YOU!
(deep breath) ok, got that out of my system...

Thank you very much, and good job to everyone else who tried for him!