[MenheraCollie]

Username: Hello, I'm TheMiniApocalypse, you can can me Mini or Apocalypse though.
Name: I think I'll name him Fritz. His name will be Fritz because it sounds tough to me, although he isn't all that tough.
Gender: Fritz will be male.
Personality in 5 words: Smooth, Sensitive, Couragious, Proud, influential.
How did it get hurt:
If the injury resulted in a scar, where would it be placed:

Wip~

[Nevermore Raven]

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Herido
Herido means wounded in Spanish. He goes by Erid because no one knows his real name. I picked the name Herido because I wanted to give him a strong but flawed personality. His name mirrors his inside and before he got wounded, his name meant "perfect" but since his mother denied him, he took a more fitting name. Herido has a very dark past and a very sad past so when you read his story I hope you will understand why he renamed himself, "wounded".

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Male
Personally I have no male Milky Way Kits, but this kit must be male. I would think of him as not a her, not a she, but a him, a he. I also believe that if this kit was a girl, I would make that she would make an attempt to go back to who she was. She would maybe get a prosthetic and try to bring everything back to the way it was. Herido, a male, doesn't want to go back. The road not walked is where he aims to walk, going back is death. Turning around is not an option. I believe this is a better way to make this kit unique. Herido is stronger, Herida would have been weak.

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Anti- Social
Herido was not always anti-social, in fact he used to be the life of the party. Now is afraid of rejection. His perfection is no more and he is afraid that many will judge him. Herido is so different from how he used to be, he looks back at his life before "the accident" and he feels shame. How could he have done this? Why was he so rude! Herido knows if he were to ever show his face to those people he was so mean too, they wouldn't show him kindness. They would only treat him how he treated them. Sometimes karma can come and bite you in the backside. This is why Herido is anti-social. To him, all he needs is his sorrow and pain, they make him strong.

Gruff
Herido will always greet you with a stare. He wants to see how you will react to his maimed appearance. He wants to see if you will treat him normally or like a freak. He wants to see if you will stare or ask questions. All of this in one little stare. This stare might be the most important thing to decide if he wants to be your friend or enemy. Herido might be your best friend or your worst enemy. Actually, I wouldn't call Herido your friend. More like an acquaintance. He will greet you, he will talk to you, he might even like you, but Herido will never be anyone's friend.

Mysterious
No one knows much about Herido's past. He keeps he secrets locked up and hidden away, where no one would ever look. His past weighs him down. He carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. He doesn't share his past, so he cannot share the weight. He will never let go of this weight because he doesn't want pity. He doesn't want the I'm so sorry. Are you OK? We're sorry for your loss. I hope you feel better soon. I understand. These are completely fake to him. They don't know what real pain is like. What losing your mother and pride is like. They will NEVER know what he goes through, they will never understand.

Fearless
Herido is not fearless from emotion. He fears rejection, judgment and exile, but Herido is fearless from physical harm or danger. After his accident, Erid is afraid of nothing that could harm him. Herido used to be afraid of snakes, and heights. Now he doesn't care. He thinks nothing could harm him worse than he already is. His mother has already rejected him, nothing can change it. His body will never be the same, nothing can change it. The past is in the past, look to the future.

Sad
Herido is always sad. Many have asked him why he is sad and why he chooses to stay sad. Herido responds with, "My sorrow and pain make me who I am today. They help see how horrible I was before my accident. They help me be a better person. I never want to go back to who I was, and I never will. My sorrow and pain make a stronger that I ever was. I would trade nothing away because everything I have today has made me Herido. I would never do anything to give my sadness or pain away."

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Herido
I loved to run. Running made me feel powerful, it made me invincible. My mother always told me I was perfect, the best, no one else could compare. When I was running I could feel it, the waves of energy rippling through my muscles, power beyond compare.

Every morning I would get up at the crack of dawn and run. The sky's awake, so I'm awake. Around the corner, weaving through the streets. The best part was the hill. High and rugged, something worth challenging. Maybe today some girls would be there, I could show them how fast I was. Faster than everyone, the best, Perfect. Yea, so maybe I wasn't as strong as Malibu, but I was faster.

The best part of running was the feeling of flying, your feet are going so fast that they pick up off the ground. A blur of speed and you're gone.

Perfect. I tried so hard to live up to that 7 letter word. I tried so hard to be perfect for my mother. I named you perfect because I expect you to be the best, I EXPECT YOU TO BE PERFECT. Those were the first words she spoke to me. Talk about great expectations.

Running always made me feel free. Without any expectations of being perfect. Running was my escape from the world. Up the hill, gaining speed was how I ran. Unstoppable, free, and worry free. As I felt my legs lifting off the ground, I rememered the corner right after the hill. It was dangerous but of course I wasn't worried. I was fast enough to turn the corner, but the real hazard was the street right around the corner. Never go so fast around the corner that you can't stop in time for traffic. My mother always told me that every night. I wasn't lookjng where I was going. I was too distracted by the illusion of freedom that I forgot all about the street. I was still gaining speed, not slowing down. Then a black blur came out of nowhere, I saw it in my peripheral vision for only a moment before there was darkness. Then the pain hit, searing jolts of red hot pain rippling up the muscles that had just been under the strain of sprinting. So much pain. My body crumpled and then there was nothing but darkness. I wanted my last words to be beautiful and remembered. Goodbye. I'm sorry mother, I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry that I wasn't perfect enough for you. I hope you'll forgive me someday. Goodbye.

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Right over his Heart
If Herido had a scar, it would be right over is heart. The most important part of his body. A place where he could never forget it and where everyone would see it. He would be branded for life. A place where everyone would wonder. Where did he get his scar? Why over the exact place of his heart? What did he do to deserve that? Herido thinks it is fitting that the scar is over his heart. It reminds him of the heartbreak of his mother rejecting him, and of everyone else rejecting him. He is an outcast. He is exiled. Right over his heart.

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A Story.
My extra is going to be a story about Herido's life before the accident and after the accident. In both stories he is named as Herido because no one really knows what his first name was, only that it meant "perfection". This story can be Herido as a human or a milky way kit, imagine it however you want.

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"Herido! It's time for your guitar lesson and after that football practice. Remember, tomorrow is band practice too!" Herido's mom, Bonita yelled. "Mom! You know I need time to relax with my bro's right!" Herido yelled back annoyed. "No, besides you know I have to have perfection from you! Now go downstairs to meet your teacher! He's the best, and I expect you to be after some lessons! Now go! Perfection won't make itself." Bonita yelled.

Herido grumbled and got off the couch. "Fine, fine mom!" Bonita grabbed her son and brought him to the kitchen. "I'm sorry son, but I need you to be perfect. You know, ever since your father left, I've been relying on you to be the man of the house, to be the best." "Yes, yes mom. I know, you've told me a million times. I'll be perfect for you, I'll be the best." Bonita smiled and gently shoved her son towards the door. "Now go have fun, I'll cancel your guitar lesson just for today." "Wow, thanks mom!" Herido hugged his mom quickly and was soon out the door. Bonita laughed and watched him run down the street.

Herido met with his friend Malibu. They had always been best buds and they thought they were always going to be. Everyone knew they should be friends, the fastest guy (Herido) and the strongest guy (Malibu), best buds, just how everything should be. As they walked down the street looking in the store windows and flexing, they both laughed and punched each other playfully. "Dude, I'm having a party tomorrow, wanna come?" Malibu asked him. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." Herido replied, looking at a new pair of shoes in the window.

"He-, hello." A new voice spoke from behind the 2 boys. "Ohhhhh hey Marco." Malibu looked at Herido a bit of annoyance showing in his clear blue eyes. "So I heard you talking about a party." Marco said hesitantly. Malibu looked like he was gonna be sick. "Yes." He said coldly, dreading the next question. "So, can I come?" Herido sneaked a glance at Malibu. Malibu had a big sneer on her face. "No." Malibu replied calmly. Marco was nice but he wasn't popular like Herido and Malibu were. "Yea, dude go hang out with those losers you call friends." Herido added quickly. Malibu nodded smugly. Marco stopped in his tracks and quickly changed from shy to outraged. "Everyone thinks you guys are so great, but you're not. You are just big jerks." He turned sharply and stormed away from them. Malibu shrugged unfazed and he and Herido continued their walk.

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The door creaked as Herido struggled to get into the house. "Mom," Herido croaked, "I'm, uh, I'm home." There was no reply to the feeble whisper that Herido now talked with. Herido sounded defeated, once proud and prideful, Erid was now very humbled. One accident can change everything.

The stairs rumbled and Bonita stood at the top of the stairwell. She had been crying, her eyes were red and puffy. "What happened to you?" She cried, "What happened to my beautiful boy? WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS MY PERFECT SON!" She was screaming now. Herido's eyes watered, "It's still me mom, still me." He said, his voice barely heard over the sobbing of his mothers cries. Then Bonita straightened, her posture went rigid. "No." She said, her face showing no emotion. "NO, YOU AREN'T MY BOY!" Herido took a hesitant step backwards. "You're not my perfect boy. My boy, he was perfect, beautiful, the best. And you? You're none of that!" Herido blinked in shock. "You are a maimed, worthless creature not worthy to be called my son. You are not perfect. I can't love something not perfect. I can't love you." "Mom, please-" Herido looked into his mother's grief stricken eyes. "You don't have to do this." He was crying now. He was only waiting, waiting for those fateful words he would never forget. "You are not my son, and I can never love you."

[pep]

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username; bodt, a non-owner of any milky-way kits.
name; his name is tavish. the name is of many origins-- aramaic, celtic, greek,
and scottish-- and means twin. it's never been popular in the united states, so
he treasures his unique name and how others seem to give him a questioning
look when he introduces himself. it's pronounced very similar to the word 'lav-
ish' except with a 't' at the beginning. he'll often go by tavi.
gender; i saw this egg as a male at first and it'll take a lot of negotiation to
even make me consider changing it up.

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personality in five words; silent // gentle // perfectionist // absentminded // nostalgic
silent ↷ tavish never has been one to be all-too loud. his introverted roots
have a heavy effect on this trait, as it's one of his main ones. he's more
content with standing back and observing rather than being the center of
attention, which is a plus for him. he was teased for a speech impedi-
ment when he was younger, a stutter having developed around his younger
years, but by now it's gone. he doesn't hesitate to shut his mouth when he
feels it on the tip of his tongue, however.
gentle ↷ he couldn't hurt a fly. he treats everything with
care and utmost attention especially after his accident, eyes flitting from
anything that may cause damage to the next. with this trait comes ex-
treme caution. he avoids anything that may eventually cause him harm,
even if that means narrowly avoiding painful feelings. he doesn't like
feeling like he's being taken advantage of so sometimes he'll just shut
down and close others out.
perfectionist ↷ the smallest things can tick tavi off.
just a bit of something that's not symmetric will mess with his mind and
make him have an anxiety attack in fears he won't be able to straighten
things out. maybe it's just his missing limb that throws him off every day,
because that never ceases to layer on the self-hate when he stares at
his one main insecurity. he tries his best to keep everything clean and
avoids stepping in anything dirty. with natural water like oceans and lakes
he will avoid stepping foot in them entirely, through-and-through.
absentminded ↷ he often drifts off, thinking about
the past. the next trait relates to this somewhat: it's either fantasizing
about the future or worrying about the past: either always messes with
his mind. he'll drift off often and he often has dreams that relate to his
little daydreams he experiences throughout the day.
nostalgic ↷ he's wondering about space constantly,
and is always obsessed with astronomy. his tail fascinates him and it's
what he's most confident about opposed to his amputated limb. stars
and galaxies and the whole universe make his heart flutter: he can't
imagine a life without his constant curiosity coming into play.

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how he was hurt; "i still have to fix up my den," mur-
mured tavish to himself as he trodded throughout his little nook in the
forest, nearest to a lovely city but still concealed where humans wouldn't
dare wander in. this forest was supposedly 'haunted' by all of their little
myths and obsessions about superstitious things. spilling salt was bad
luck? that was downright foolish. the stars in his tails gleamed brightly
in the darkness of the den as he padded about, the sounds of his foot-
steps very faint as he walked. dust and dirt littered the floor and because
of this his lower lip curled in disgust; a blank expression crossed his
face as he hesitantly swept away the dust with his galaxy, some of it
sticking in and participating in the mixture of stars, dust, and matter.

he walked outside after a thorough cleaning, the smell of rain and
shrubbery greeting him. just down the hill was one of the little streams
nearby, and he was hesitant about it, but he decided his paws did need
a good washing after that cleaning. the last thing he expected to do was
fall face-first and topple down the hill. faint cracks and agonizing pain
surged through his body as he rolled, and before he even reached the
bottom of the hill, he was unconscious.

he woke under artificial light. something felt like it was missing, but his
whole body felt numb. he couldn't see out of his right eye; was there
something covering it? scrabbling frantically, the sudden motion greeted
with fresh pain, he realized what was missing: a limb. and his eye wasn't
covered. well, it was, but he tried to mess with the thing and even as he
lifted it away from his eye, no sight joined him. so he had an amputated
leg and a blinded eye. wasn't this lovely?

needless to say, he bailed out of there as quick as he could with no second
thoughts.

the scar from his injury; it would entirely span his right eye; he
would wear a large eyepatch over his eye to cover it.

[Cherryfreeze]

Username:cherryfreeze
Name:andrew
Gender:male
Personality in 5 words:naive-brave-quiet-undetured-caring
How did it get hurt:andrew was walking along through a place he shouldn't have been yet didnt get caught. he had wandered further and finally someone noticed and they tied him up. one guy had a macheti and decided to cut off one of andrew's limbs as a price for being there, a constant reminder to never do such a thing again.
If the injury resulted in a scar, where would it be placed:it would be on the flank above where that limb would've been

[Vermilion Ink]

Username:
~.Crow.~

Name:
Reese

Gender:
Male

Personality in 5 words:
Resilient - Smart - Sarcastic - Goofy - Caring - Good-natured

How did it get hurt:
Reese, being sarcastic and cold as he is, still has a caring heart. He can't stand to see others sad or in pain, so when he came across another injured mwk, he quickly came to help.

"I remember A figure lay on the ground, bleeding, not far away. I cautiously approached, hoping it wasn't what I thought it was. There in the bushes laid another MWK, my heart leapt with fear. "Are you alright? What can I do to help?" I asked, trying not to let my voice crack with panic. "Get away," His voice gasped, "it's coming." I was about to ask exactly what "it" was, but I didn't get the chance. A loud, heart-stopping roar ripped through the trees. The fur on my neck and spine stood straight up, every bone in my body was screaming to run, but I couldn't, I wasn't going to leave the poor kit there alone. So I did the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life, I went toward the scource of the roar. I don't know what I was thinking, maybe I could prevent the creature from reaching the wounded kit, maybe I could fight it off, maybe I could win. I couldn't.
I didn't even see it, in fact I nearly ran past it. Running through trees at top speed toward your possible doom with your heart beating in your ears, you don't notice much except what is right in front of you. The next thing I new I was on the ground, the wind blown out of me. I didn't figure out it was a bear until I woke up later. Trying weakly to get up a horrible pain shot through me and I slumped to the ground again. A great brown figure approached in my peripheral vision, and suddenly I was in the air. A horrible cracking noise resounded as I hit the ground, and the scene started to darken. No, I can't black out. I thought, but I was already slipping away. I feebly tried to curl into a ball to protect my vitals. And I blacked out.

Lucky for me, and that chap I met earlier, some other kits from the area were patrolling their territory that I unknowingly ran into. The bear had lost interest in me after I lost consciousness but I was still badly injured. My limbs ached so badly I wasn't able to walk for a while, and one had to be amputated. But other that that I healed with surprising speed. I'm lucky to still be alive, and I intend to enjoy every minute of it.

If the injury resulted in a scar, where would it be placed:
Across his neck neck and shoulder.

[~toxic.dewdrops~]

Username: ~The Great Escape~
Name: Ryden
Gender: Male
Personality in 5 words:
Self-Critical
Rebellious
Resentful
Truthful
Nurturing
How did it get hurt:
It was a rather interesting story. Brutal, in fact. He was only two cycles of the moon old, and he was anything but loved. His mother had left him, as did his pack. His sister betrayed him, and left him for dead. He cried out for help, but all had ignored him. And his once-peaceful nature had fled... left his heart. As he started to grow, he needed answers, he needed help. So he started to search for the ones he knew best. He asked all around, begging for guidance so that he may once again find the ones who once left him. Through cold, through heat, through wind, and rain. His paws would bleed... Because never did he rest. His bones shown through skin, his eyes going pale... But he never gave up. Never, not once.
His pain had paid off when he entered that cave. Right before him, lay the girl filled with hate. Her tail had glistened with the starlight of resent, and her eyes were open... As if she were trying to kill. He approached the girl that he longed for so strongly. He knew her scent anywhere, for the scent matched his own. Before he could come close, the cave turned cold. the figure before him stirred, and rose to her paws.
"You should never have come," she murmured with rage. Her voice never faltered, but remained flat as a line. "You aren't wanted, you know. You never were." He looked at his mother with eyes full of pain. He took a step closer, and asked her in vain.
"Mother, please tell me... What did I do wrong? Why must you hate me, when I was so young?" She growled at him louder and spun around fast, to make eye contact with her one son at last.
"You're a curse to the pack, you soulless freak. Your a monster, your a demon, and only a mistake. You weren't meant to be loved, you weren't meant to be happy, but meant to live in exile 'till you're consumed by hate. Look at yourself. Can't you see? You were never meant to smile, to frolick, or be free! You will do nothing but hurt the ones that risk it all to love you!" His mothers voice rose, and he filled with remorse. Her voice was now shaking, as he shook where he stood. She slowly approached as he tried to stand tall. They came nose to nose as she started to hiss. "I can't love you. No one can. You'll devour those close to you in hate.... Look at you," she pointed out, her voice low and sad. "It's already started. You've already started to envelop yourself in hate. Your ribs are showing, you reek of illness, your fur is matted and your eyes are undead. You were meant to be this. You're meant to hate yourself. No one can love you. No one can save you. You're meant to be this. You're meant to be a monster." Just at that moment, she lifted her paw. She unsheathed her claws and raked them across him. There was no pity in her blow, there was no holding back, as the claws tore him open right above his heart. "Run away. And never come back. Your hate will do nothing but consume us all." She glared at the marks that raked across his heart. The cuts start at his shoulder, and end at his throat. "Remember those wounds as the first of many. But the rest won't be from me, but the monster in you." She turned away from her son for the very last time, and walked out the cave to leave him alone.
Then he laid tv himself in the empty, cold cave. Filled with regret, remorse, and vain. "Mother... I love you..." He mumbeled weakly, with his voice cracking up as a tear flooded his eye. He thought she would love him, and welcome him home, with his sister and father to raise him up strong. But he was wrong... How wrong he was. Because now he belives he was made from hate.
If the injury resulted in a scar, whee would it be placed: stretching from his shoulder to his throat.

[Solidagold]

This is going to be so difficult. uwu

[Hobbit Geek]

Username: Hobbit Geek
Name: Rhythm
Gender: Male
Personality in 5 words: Insane, goofy, loving, protective, proud.
How did it get hurt: He was out one afternoon, just before sunset. It just seemed like the perfect day, that is until it happened. He doesn;t remember much, only that he was attacked, but by what he knows not. At first they were shadows, appearing for only a second behind the tree-line. Then something hit his face, and he blacked out. He woke a few hours later, feeling pain on his face and chest though no one knew what happened, not even him.
If the injury resulted in a scar, where would it be placed: He would have a few scratch mark like scars over the left side of his muzzle and his left eye, causing that eye to be blind, and a scar on his chest right where his heart is.

[1Alyssa_Forever1]

Cuz your so awesome duhhhhh
I'm just gonna add you to my stalker list because your so good at art.... Oh uhhh I mean friends list yeah yeah totally what I meant

[Solidagold]

If this doesn't make it to 5 pages then it will end at the reveal date.