[vjg321]

Name:

Adrian ; His name means dark, I thought this fit his deign

Gender:

Male, I couldn't see him as anything else

9 personality words:

★ Secretive
★ Shy
★ Insecure
★ Protective
★ Lovable
★ Gentle
★ Timid
★ Sensitive

Scar:

Adrian has many scars but only three of them are visible. He has three long narrow scars running down his tummy. They are not too deep, but they are visible and quite long so they tend to stand out.

Art:

Here is a simple drawing to show you his scar : By Me

Story:

When Adrian was a little bean his parents were mean to him. His parents would would verbally abuse him, calling him mean names, saying he was worthless. All his life he felt like nothing, believing what his parents told him. He was often ignored as a kid, not getting the attention and care he needed due to his parents lack of care. His parents were almost never sober, and could always been seen with a drink in there hand. The bigger and stronger the drink was, the worse the insults got. One day Adrian could take it no longer, he decided to run away. Went outside into the cool air of the backyard, where he spent most of his time anyway, away from the noise and his parents.He surveyed the scene. Standing between him and freedom was a 5 ft tall fence. He stacked up large rock he found, his parents totally obvious as to what was going on outside, drinking and yelling at each other inside. He balance on top of the stack he had created, and made a leap for it, jumping with all his heart and his might. He manged to clear the fence, but just barley. The sharp point of the wooden fence, ripped across his small body, tearing up his stomach. He ran as far as he could and never looked back.
The only memory he has of his horrible childhood, is the three long thin scars he running from his chest to his pouch. He hates the way they look and the memories they bring, so he covers them up, but he can never cover the scars left on his heart.

[Revalva]

Scar:
Across throat right under chin and middle of the neck.

Gender:
Male
9 personality words:WIP
~Understanding
~Genuine
~Attentive
~Moral
~Impartial
~Affectionate
~Versatile
~Warmhearted
~Mute

Story:
"Come on! We are going to be late!"
Muffle trotted out of the house and ran towards his friend, "Sorry! I was getting ready. I woke up a little late."
Muffle and his Friend where going to a party, not much of a 'party' as you would think, but just a group of friends getting together to have a good time. He was now of age where he could go out an have fun without consequences, so he thought.

"Hey bro!" a stranger bumped Muffle as he shyly walked into the house where the party was taking place. He had never been to a party before, and sort of felt awkward about the whole thing to be honest. He just nodded and walked along side his friend. "Come on dude!! Let go play some games!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hours later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Muff!! Hey Muff common!! One last game ok?" A voice called to him, but muffles vision was now so impaired, her did not know who it was. He thought it could have been the stranger from the beginning of the party. Muffle had taken in a good amount of substance, and was now a little off the normal things. He had been playing games all night, taking drinks, and winning 'prizes' from party goers. He was winning one game after another, not loosing once. He felt amazing.
It was his turn to go at the bottle toss, a game the boys at the party came up with when the dart board was too small to see due to their 'vision'. The idea was much like arrow roulette. A group of boys stood in the middle of a large, target circle painted in chalk on the drive way, the middle having the highest point value, and the points getting smaller as it went out. A bottle would be thrown up into the air and then whoever is standing in the highest score wins. It was Muffles turn to throw the bottle.
In the pitch blackness, and with their visions and minds unclear, Muffle tossed the glass bottle into the air. All the boys stood awaiting who would move first. Soon the boys began to scatter. Muffle stood still, not wanting to break his winning streak.
"Muffle get out of there!" he heard someone cry. In an instant, Muffle looked up to find the bottle, when it came crashing down onto his face and neck.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hospital~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Laying still on the hard bed, Muffle awoke to the sounds of people talking. He smiled catching everyone attention,
"Muffle are you ok?"
"Muffle what is wrong with you!"
"You dont party why would you-"
"Answer us muffle why did you-"

Muffle looked up at all his friends and family, opened his mouth, as to speak. His face turned down, his eyes dropped to the floor, a single tear rolling down. My voice. He thought. What have I done? All the voices around him seemed to turn off, fading away to nothing as he stared at the wall in front of him.
One party...
One stupid mistake is all it took...

Since that day. Muffle has been unable to speak. He has changed his ways, the crowd he is around, and the people he trusts. No more parties, no more 'fun' in a sense. His new life is more appealing and has brought a lot of new focuses.

[Cinnamon Vanilla]

Name:
Thunderstorm
Gender:
9 personality words:
Scar:
Art:
Story:

[Kawartsii]

Name:
Gender: Female
9 personality words:
Scar:
Art:
Story:


sorry, dropping out.
would love too, but didn't seem to connect to me :I

[TheScarletWillow]

Name
Vicksburg

Gender
Male

9 personality words
Creative -- Quiet -- Shy
-- Stuck in the Past --
Melancholy -- Gentle

Scar
He has a scar around his
left ankle from where he
got his foot caught in a fox
trap. It's very crude and
ugly, though it is fairly thin.

Art
The Scar

Story
"Haha! Can't catch me Vicks!"
My best friend was pretty far ahead of me. I didn't know how I was going to catch him. I put on an extra burst of speed, plotting quicker through the leaves. He was still ahead of me, and I had to get him before he reached base, and being pretty deep in the woods, that wouldn't be anytime soon. I laughed and slipped behind a tree, pressing myself close to the trunk and waiting for him.
I heard him turn around and gasp, shouting out my name and telling me this wasn't funny. I held my breath as he neared my tree. He had no clue what was going to happen. None at all. I felt like a king! And at the last moment, just as he came level with my tree, I jumped out.
"Boo!" I shouted at him, laughing as he screamed like a little girl.
"Dude! That was cold! I thought somethin' bad'd happened to ya'!" he scolded, but I just kept on laughing. He punched me in the shoulder after I'd stood. I took a few steps back.
"Okay, okay. Dude. I'm sorry." I muttered, shocked that had done what he did. I walked up to him and poked him then stepped back again.
"What?" he asked, still sounding mad with me.
"Two words." I chortled, "You're. It." And with that I took off toward the reed bed. We played in them all the time, following the animal trails. But we had to be careful. Our fathers were fur hunters and had many traps set, especially this time of year, in the reeds.
"Not fair, man! Not fair!"
I heard him shouting at me, and I couldn't help but snicker under my breath. We weren't far off, but from how it sounded, we were in two different parts of the bed. I knew I had to be careful, I just hoped he would do the same.
Finding a nice fox path, I followed it deeper into the reeds. I thought I was being careful. Apparently I wasn't. I tripped, but I thought it was only a limb or a root. My ankle hurt, but I knew that was to be expected. What with all the times I'd tripped. I got up, planning on just walking it off, and tried to take a step. I fell again, something keeping me from continuing. I looked back, only to be horrified that I was stuck in one of my dad's fox traps! I grunted, pulling and pulling. It just got tighter and tighter. When I'd tripped on it, it had made me bleed, but now I was bleeding worse.
"Man, I need your help...!" I called out, voice shaking with fear as I neared tears. I kept working on trying to get my ankle and foot as I heard him making his way over.
"Where are ya'?" he called back. He was close. Just a few more rows.
"Over here!"
It didn't take him long after that. When he got to where I was, I saw how mortified he was.
"What have you been doing, dude?! Stop! You're making it worse!" he dropped beside my foot, shoving my paws away. He took his paw and felt up the rusted wire trap, eventually fining the noose.
"It's in deep, Vicks. This is gonna hurt..." he informed me, but my ankle and foot had already grown numb. All I could to was nod at him. Despite the numb creeping up my leg, it hurt. A lot. I simply winced and gasped, jerking my leg back.
"W-we need to get back to the house. Let my dad look at it." I mumbled, trying to stand. He rushed to me and helped me up.
"Good thing we don't have to go up, huh?" he chuckled half heartedly, trying to lighten the mood. I only nodded.

Nothing was said between us since then as we made the way, slowly, back to my home. We opened the door and hobbled over to the sofa. He plopped me down. I looked up at him. It was time to face my father.

[Bottle]

Name
Harriet Noble

Gender
Female

9 personality words

Scar
boop

Art
it's a comin'

Story
words words words~

[smart cat]

;;ηαмє;;
Mika
meaning wise little raccoon.
;;gєη∂єя;;
Male
;;ρєяѕσηαℓιту;;
Understanding
Peaceful
Logical
Independent
Ambitious
Loyal
Honest
Wise
Seclusive
;;ѕ¢αя;;
If you were to stand in front of Mika and look at him, you would see three vertical, dark pink scars that start above his nostrils all the way down to the bottom of his chin. They go over his mouth and make his "p"'s and "b"s sound almost muffled. The three scares are not parallel, as the far left scar is the tallest, the middle scare is a bit shorter than the left scare, and the right scare is the shortest. They almost look like stairs if you see them at the right angle.

___________________________________________________________________________
;;αят;;
Wip~~
;;ѕтσяу;;
Wip~~

[capone.]

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[Offended Cockatiel]

Name: Lue
Gender: Male
9 personality words:
Touchy
Twitchy
Misleading
Hopeful
Assumptous
Careless
constricting
Clingy
Chill

Scar: A soft scar down his belly pouch, and one over his snout
Art:
Story:


Lue is known to have Von Willibrand disease type 2M and because of this can easily get bruised and scarring, along with excessive nose bleeds, and at times bleeding from the gums if too much pressure is put on them. He gained the disease genetically, from his his mothers generation and though he doesn't have the strongest case his mother was known worrying over it.

It is caused by platelets not being able to clump properly. To understand this disease, it would help to know how blood clotting works. Platelets are circulating blood cells, that come together to plug broken blood vessels which stops bleeding. VWF is responsible for helping platelets bunch together. If VWF is low/absent, the platelets cannot clump properly. This leads to bleeding problems.

After his momma died he became very different, he wasn't as charismatic... Though hopeful, misleading and soft.

---

My momma said I was an angel, I was made of light and that's why I got hurt so easily

"Momma, momma!" The little tot ran towards his mother, giggling excitedly and hopping up and down. "I got a present from Lucy, see!" He held out a little red heart charm and wiggled it in his fingers, watching it jingle. A little stroke of bandages where around his tail, not fitting his tiny little figure. His hips swayed side to side as he grinned with those awkard teeth. "Do you like ittt?" He took a huge breath and spoke again, no excitement lost. "Look. Look! See how it opens up? Lucy said... " He breathed again, going too fast for his breath to catch up. "We can put a pretty picture there."

She smiled down at him, patting his head and brushing her fingers through it. "Place me up there momma?" He pointed confidently watching her as she pulled him up and softly on to the ledge. He knew he could fall, but he was just so giddy and energetic he couldn't care. "His scars are clearing up nicely," His mommas voice was distant as he played with his new trinket, treating it more like a toy than an accessory. Her and Lucy exchanged knowing glances, "They always do," she sighed looking towards the younger female. "I know," They both smiled softly. "He's just so fragile," slowly their voices began to become quieter, soft whispers farther away as the little one waited. "The doctors say he'll get better over the years, not fully but..."

She breathed. "I still worry everytime he runs over to me. He's got such charisma." His legs swayed, sitting on that ledge he hummed, and the soft fading pink scars became more evident over them, as he tapped his feet against the gravel wall. It's a true shame, they both thought it but neither spoke another word. Instead they waved goodbye and walked separate ways, one of Lues hands holding his mommas and the other the shiny little trinket. "Momma, when are we going to take the bandages off my tail?" She looked down at him for a moment. "Later, darling."

Slowly as they walked he remembered the stories his momma and Lucy told him, about a little prince that was made of light, he was an angel in the heavens and then fell into the rough world, too fragile and unknowing. "He had scars, little Lue." Their voices would stir him softly, gentle and soothing beyond compare. "Just like you, he was so fragile that when he ran at first he scuffed up his feet and had to rest for a long time. And when he fell he got owies on his knees and his palms, and all over his tail. And they left scars, but slowly every scar would heal over and no mark of them would remain. Except for the sake of a mark on memory. Just like your precious scars.." They'd grab his face and smile into it happily, they'd pull him a little closer and say smooth words in soothing voices. It was always followed with, "Becareful Lue." A stroke to his head, a kiss to his hand, and a reminiscence glance at where old scars had been, now already cleared up, and ready to be marked again.

[Bluepup429]

dropping out sorry