[Ravendarus]

Username: Ravendarus
Name: Melpomene
Reason for name: Means "choir" in Greek. She was one of the nine Muses in Greek mythology, the muse of tragedy.
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wip <3

[P0CKETKNIFE]

Username: Katie Cat
Name: Klavier [Kla-vier]
Reason for name: Klavier is the German word for piano which ties into his interest for music, but in this case it's being used as a name. Although he isn't too interested in the piano, he does enjoy music in general making this name a fitting one for him.
Theme song: Matryoshka
Gender: Male
Relationship to brother/Sister: Being as strong-willed and defiant as he is, he often picks fights with his sibling and gets on their nerves. In reality, however, he really does cares for his sibling and always looks out for them.
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Items: He always wears his custom made headphones of course, and uses them to block out the world when times get tough. Occasionally he wears a hoodie as well, but most of the time it's just his headphones.
Personality; Klavier was born to cause trouble, and not a day has gone by since his birth that he hasn't! Whether he's taking your things, or just acting plain obnoxious, he's bound to upset anyone lacking a high level of tolerance. Although he's often referred to as a jerk, he's not completely bad. In fact, he can actually be sort of dorky when it comes to things he likes. If you bring up music around him, expect him to never stop talking!

[koegami]

dropping out ; too cute, gift art to winner ; rooting for Mai

[m0chicakez]

Username: Cakeface
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Reserved so hard ;O;

[epimetheus]

how much art may we have? and we can have two extras, right?

[tiiedye.]

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Username: tiiedye.
Name: Louis Vandaal [Looey or Loo is preferred, however]
Gender: Male

Reason behind name: The second I saw him the name Louis popped into my head. No deep, in depth explanation, just to me, he is Louis.
Theme Song: Yeah Yeah Yeah by New Politics
Relationship to Sibling: Although they don't always understand each other, Louis would do anything to protect his sister, Cyanide. To say that they don't always get along would be an understatement, but despite any squabbles they might have Louis deeply cares for her. Louis is violent by nature, and finds it difficult to communicate to others in any way that does not involve fists. He feels as if he and his sister have a mutual understanding of each other, despite their differences, and that she accepts him for who he is. He would never intentionally hurt her.

Art

Items:

• Piercings
  
  • Ears
    • Industrial (2 in each ear)
      
    • Targus (Left ear only)
      
    • Studs (3 in each ear)
  • Facial
    
    • Snake Bite (Labret studs)
    • Eyebrow (2 on right brow)
    • Nostril (left)
  • Oral
    
    • Tounge
  • Body
    
    • Naval
    • Microdermal Anchors (4 on left paw between dew-claw & toe [Anthro: between thumb & pointer finger], 2 on tail)
• Wristband
  
  • He has an assortment wristbands in all different colors and designs, however he always wears them on his left front leg.
• Brass knuckles
  
  • Looey is an enthusiast of hand-to-hand combat, and has a collection of brass knuckles. He rarely ever leaves home without a pair

Wanna go at it?


A Typical Day
“Thank you for calling Fix ‘Em Up Electronics. My name is Louis, how may I help you today?” a sima recited the scripted greeting into the receiver, his tone of voice utterly bored. The phone was pinned between his shoulder and ear and his attention was mostly focused on picking out the dirt from under his fingernails.

”Ah, yes!” a voice crackled from the other end of the receiver. ”Well, my laptop won’t turn on. Could you help me with that?”

Louis frowned and rolled his eyes but responded, “Sure, I just need to ask you a few questions. Is the laptop plugged in?”

”Yes.”

“And you already tried turning it on by pressing the power button?”

”Yes…” the voice had an annoyed undertone to it, and Louis didn’t blame the other being on the other end of the phone. The questions were a bit asinine, but Louis was required to ask them. Although a good amount of the time people didn’t realize that after a laptop exerted its battery power it needed to be plugged in to recharge. Common sense, right? Apparently not.

“Alright, well is there any external damage?”

”No.”

Louis sighed as he continued through the script he was required to follow, “The last time you used the laptop was it working as expected? Was it slow? Did it open or close programs when you didn’t tell it to? Did it shut down unexpectedly? Did you open any suspicious emails, or visit any strange websites?”

”Yes, it was working fine,” the voice huffed. “So no, no, no, no, and certainly not!”

“Hmm,” Louis hummed, feigning interest. “It looks like I won’t be able to help you over the phone then. You’ll have to bring the laptop in so I can take a look at it.”

”WHAT!?”

’Ugh,’ Louis inwardly groaned. ’It’s gonna be one of those customers.’

”I don’t have time to bring my laptop in! I’m very busy, you know!”

“I’m sorry sir,” Louis was sure that his annoyance was beginning to shine through his voice, “but I can’t do anything over the phone in this situation. If you don’t bring it in, there’s nothing I can do.”

”FINE! I’ll bring it in” the customer shouted into the receiver, Louis was sure his eardrum suffered some damage as he belatedly pulled the phone away from his ear. ’Wonderful.’

“Great. We’ll see you la-”

Click.

Louis glared at the phone in his hand, he had just been hung up on. A million curses ran through his head and he was ready to smash the device against the wall. Although, he happened to be fairly certain he would get fired if he broke another phone, so he simply placed it in the cradle and went back to work.

****A Couple Hours Later****

The Sima that had been on the phone earlier had come and gone, and dropped of their laptop with a bit of an argument.

”When will this be done by?” the Sima huffed

“It depends on what the issue is. I’ll give you a call as soon as I know” Louis responded, monotone.

“No! This needs to be fixed now! I have important things to do”

Louis cut off the memory there, he wasn’t interested in recounting one of the many arguments he had on a daily basis. The only reason the memory had popped into his head in the first place was that he was just starting to work on that particular Sima’s laptop.

Louis conducted a visual examination on the device, noting that there didn’t seem to be any external damage. He tried turning it on, to no avail. He plugged the thing in and tried to power it up again. Nope. Well, atleast he wasn’t being lied to by the customer. That happened more than he’d like to admit.

He pulled out his toolbox and opened up the back panel of the laptop. Of course, he frowned, completely unamused. A light scent reached Louis’s sensitive nose, and he immediately knew what the issue was. “They always fail to mention it when they, ya know, drop their computer in the bath tub” he grumbled to himself as he pulled out the water damaged circuit board. The laptop itself probably was not salvageable, but maybe he could save the hard drive… or maybe a portion of it. Whatever, it was worth a try.

Louis pulled out the damaged drive and placed it into a working laptop of the same model that he had in the back room. He booted up the device, his expression blank. Fragments of data began to load, but not enough to create anything concrete. It seemed that the drive was not salvageable.

Louis groaned inwardly, he knew this would not be an easy call to make.

****Oh Look! Another Time Skip!****

Louis ground his teeth against his wracking headache. It had been one helluva day at work. He had just finished up with an irate customer, upset about his laptop no longer being functional. He felt like punching something.

Punch something?

’Hey,’ he thought to himself as he slung his bag over his shoulder. ’That’s not a bad idea.’

Louis made his way down the darkened streets, the streetlights flickering above him. He was unfazed by the decrepit buildings he passed and he ducked into a grungy alleyway. He tapped a pattern on the graffiti covered door located between two dumpsters. Louis heard the click of the door unlocking before it swung open in front of him. He barely spared the doorman a glance as he entered and descended down the dimly lit stairwell.

The booming sound of cheers reached Louis’ ears long before he made it all the way down the flight of stairs and emerged into the equally dimly lit room. A crowd of Simas surrounded a boxing arena, cheering on the two participants within the ring. A genuine smile lightly tugged at Louis’ lips as he approached the ring.

The unregulated boxing ring was somewhat of a Fight Club. No gloves, no helmets, just you, your fists, and your opponent. You had to be invited by another member in order to join, and once invited you were in for the long haul, so long as you followed the few rules.


1. Anything goes.
   
2. Stop the fight when instructed by the ref, or when your opponent forfeits
   
3. Don’t talk about Fight Club. (invites come in the form of a good punch to the face)

And that was it.

For Louis, this was home away from home.

He shed his shirt and stuffed it into his bag, then pulled out his wraps and began bandaging his hands. By the time he was finished the current match was over. Louis jumped into the ring before anyone else had the chance to. That was another thing, there were no set matches, so if you wanted to fight all you had to do was get into the ring.

Louis participated in three matches over the course of the knight, winning each of them. He earned a good sum of cash from betting on other fights as well. All in all, a good night.

He made his way up the dimly lit stairwell, the cheers of the patrons fading behind him, but he knew they would continue well into the morning. When he emerged outside it was still dark. He checked the time on his phone, 4:37 AM.

Not too late… Or would it technically be early? Louis shrugged and headed in the direction of the apartment he shared with his sister.

A half an hour later he was home, unlocking the door and pushing his way into the apartment, uncaring if he woke anyone up with his noise. He needn’t worry anyways, the second he entered the room he noticed his sister, Cyanide, sitting at the coffee table, wide awake. She wore a pointed frown, clearly directed at him. Louis responded by scowling in her direction.

“What?” he snapped, but she simply tapped the seat beside her on the couch. Louis frowned, but yielded to her request. He approached and flopped down on the cushions, dropping his bag by the foot of the table. He held out his busted-up hands, blood crusted over his knuckles from his earlier brawls.

Cyanide opened up the first-aid kit sitting on the table in front of her, pulling out the antiseptic. She began to dab her brother’s wounds without making a sound. Louis cringed at the sting of the alcohol on his knuckles, but he made no sound.

Every once in a while when Louis came home from a night at the Club, Cyanide would be there waiting for him. It wasn’t every time, but it was often enough to be considered a tradition between the two. Louis would sit quietly as Cyanide would treat and wrap his wounds, then the two would head their separate ways without a word. One could say it was a form of sibling bonding between the twins, and Louis supposed that was true.

Although he and his sister didn’t always see things eye to eye, they cared about each other and would do anything for one another. Little things like Cyanide quietly treating his wounds, or Louis ruffling her hair, were just some of the little actions that strengthened their bond as siblings.

Louis flopped into bed, curling up under the covers. He briefly wondered of what annoyances tomorrow would bring as he drifted off into a short sleep. He had work in a couple of hours, after all.

This form is paired with Wyrd's Form for Sima #368. Should one of us win the Sima we're trying for and not the other, we will change our Sima's info accordingly. Thank you~

[RottenMilk]

ending may 8

[RottenMilk]

ending in an hour to judge

[tiiedye.]

<3 super excited! good luck to everyone!

[RottenMilk]

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Username: tiiedye.
Name: Louis Vandaal [Looey or Loo is preferred, however]
Gender: Male

Reason behind name: The second I saw him the name Louis popped into my head. No deep, in depth explanation, just to me, he is Louis.
Theme Song: Yeah Yeah Yeah by New Politics
Relationship to Sibling: Although they don't always understand each other, Louis would do anything to protect his sister, Cyanide. To say that they don't always get along would be an understatement, but despite any squabbles they might have Louis deeply cares for her. Louis is violent by nature, and finds it difficult to communicate to others in any way that does not involve fists. He feels as if he and his sister have a mutual understanding of each other, despite their differences, and that she accepts him for who he is. He would never intentionally hurt her.

Art

Items:

• Piercings
  
  • Ears
    • Industrial (2 in each ear)
      
    • Targus (Left ear only)
      
    • Studs (3 in each ear)
  • Facial
    
    • Snake Bite (Labret studs)
    • Eyebrow (2 on right brow)
    • Nostril (left)
  • Oral
    
    • Tounge
  • Body
    
    • Naval
    • Microdermal Anchors (4 on left paw between dew-claw & toe [Anthro: between thumb & pointer finger], 2 on tail)
• Wristband
  
  • He has an assortment wristbands in all different colors and designs, however he always wears them on his left front leg.
• Brass knuckles
  
  • Looey is an enthusiast of hand-to-hand combat, and has a collection of brass knuckles. He rarely ever leaves home without a pair

Wanna go at it?


A Typical Day
“Thank you for calling Fix ‘Em Up Electronics. My name is Louis, how may I help you today?” a sima recited the scripted greeting into the receiver, his tone of voice utterly bored. The phone was pinned between his shoulder and ear and his attention was mostly focused on picking out the dirt from under his fingernails.

”Ah, yes!” a voice crackled from the other end of the receiver. ”Well, my laptop won’t turn on. Could you help me with that?”

Louis frowned and rolled his eyes but responded, “Sure, I just need to ask you a few questions. Is the laptop plugged in?”

”Yes.”

“And you already tried turning it on by pressing the power button?”

”Yes…” the voice had an annoyed undertone to it, and Louis didn’t blame the other being on the other end of the phone. The questions were a bit asinine, but Louis was required to ask them. Although a good amount of the time people didn’t realize that after a laptop exerted its battery power it needed to be plugged in to recharge. Common sense, right? Apparently not.

“Alright, well is there any external damage?”

”No.”

Louis sighed as he continued through the script he was required to follow, “The last time you used the laptop was it working as expected? Was it slow? Did it open or close programs when you didn’t tell it to? Did it shut down unexpectedly? Did you open any suspicious emails, or visit any strange websites?”

”Yes, it was working fine,” the voice huffed. “So no, no, no, no, and certainly not!”

“Hmm,” Louis hummed, feigning interest. “It looks like I won’t be able to help you over the phone then. You’ll have to bring the laptop in so I can take a look at it.”

”WHAT!?”

’Ugh,’ Louis inwardly groaned. ’It’s gonna be one of those customers.’

”I don’t have time to bring my laptop in! I’m very busy, you know!”

“I’m sorry sir,” Louis was sure that his annoyance was beginning to shine through his voice, “but I can’t do anything over the phone in this situation. If you don’t bring it in, there’s nothing I can do.”

”FINE! I’ll bring it in” the customer shouted into the receiver, Louis was sure his eardrum suffered some damage as he belatedly pulled the phone away from his ear. ’Wonderful.’

“Great. We’ll see you la-”

Click.

Louis glared at the phone in his hand, he had just been hung up on. A million curses ran through his head and he was ready to smash the device against the wall. Although, he happened to be fairly certain he would get fired if he broke another phone, so he simply placed it in the cradle and went back to work.

****A Couple Hours Later****

The Sima that had been on the phone earlier had come and gone, and dropped of their laptop with a bit of an argument.

”When will this be done by?” the Sima huffed

“It depends on what the issue is. I’ll give you a call as soon as I know” Louis responded, monotone.

“No! This needs to be fixed now! I have important things to do”

Louis cut off the memory there, he wasn’t interested in recounting one of the many arguments he had on a daily basis. The only reason the memory had popped into his head in the first place was that he was just starting to work on that particular Sima’s laptop.

Louis conducted a visual examination on the device, noting that there didn’t seem to be any external damage. He tried turning it on, to no avail. He plugged the thing in and tried to power it up again. Nope. Well, atleast he wasn’t being lied to by the customer. That happened more than he’d like to admit.

He pulled out his toolbox and opened up the back panel of the laptop. Of course, he frowned, completely unamused. A light scent reached Louis’s sensitive nose, and he immediately knew what the issue was. “They always fail to mention it when they, ya know, drop their computer in the bath tub” he grumbled to himself as he pulled out the water damaged circuit board. The laptop itself probably was not salvageable, but maybe he could save the hard drive… or maybe a portion of it. Whatever, it was worth a try.

Louis pulled out the damaged drive and placed it into a working laptop of the same model that he had in the back room. He booted up the device, his expression blank. Fragments of data began to load, but not enough to create anything concrete. It seemed that the drive was not salvageable.

Louis groaned inwardly, he knew this would not be an easy call to make.

****Oh Look! Another Time Skip!****

Louis ground his teeth against his wracking headache. It had been one helluva day at work. He had just finished up with an irate customer, upset about his laptop no longer being functional. He felt like punching something.

Punch something?

’Hey,’ he thought to himself as he slung his bag over his shoulder. ’That’s not a bad idea.’

Louis made his way down the darkened streets, the streetlights flickering above him. He was unfazed by the decrepit buildings he passed and he ducked into a grungy alleyway. He tapped a pattern on the graffiti covered door located between two dumpsters. Louis heard the click of the door unlocking before it swung open in front of him. He barely spared the doorman a glance as he entered and descended down the dimly lit stairwell.

The booming sound of cheers reached Louis’ ears long before he made it all the way down the flight of stairs and emerged into the equally dimly lit room. A crowd of Simas surrounded a boxing arena, cheering on the two participants within the ring. A genuine smile lightly tugged at Louis’ lips as he approached the ring.

The unregulated boxing ring was somewhat of a Fight Club. No gloves, no helmets, just you, your fists, and your opponent. You had to be invited by another member in order to join, and once invited you were in for the long haul, so long as you followed the few rules.


1. Anything goes.
   
2. Stop the fight when instructed by the ref, or when your opponent forfeits
   
3. Don’t talk about Fight Club. (invites come in the form of a good punch to the face)

And that was it.

For Louis, this was home away from home.

He shed his shirt and stuffed it into his bag, then pulled out his wraps and began bandaging his hands. By the time he was finished the current match was over. Louis jumped into the ring before anyone else had the chance to. That was another thing, there were no set matches, so if you wanted to fight all you had to do was get into the ring.

Louis participated in three matches over the course of the knight, winning each of them. He earned a good sum of cash from betting on other fights as well. All in all, a good night.

He made his way up the dimly lit stairwell, the cheers of the patrons fading behind him, but he knew they would continue well into the morning. When he emerged outside it was still dark. He checked the time on his phone, 4:37 AM.

Not too late… Or would it technically be early? Louis shrugged and headed in the direction of the apartment he shared with his sister.

A half an hour later he was home, unlocking the door and pushing his way into the apartment, uncaring if he woke anyone up with his noise. He needn’t worry anyways, the second he entered the room he noticed his sister, Cyanide, sitting at the coffee table, wide awake. She wore a pointed frown, clearly directed at him. Louis responded by scowling in her direction.

“What?” he snapped, but she simply tapped the seat beside her on the couch. Louis frowned, but yielded to her request. He approached and flopped down on the cushions, dropping his bag by the foot of the table. He held out his busted-up hands, blood crusted over his knuckles from his earlier brawls.

Cyanide opened up the first-aid kit sitting on the table in front of her, pulling out the antiseptic. She began to dab her brother’s wounds without making a sound. Louis cringed at the sting of the alcohol on his knuckles, but he made no sound.

Every once in a while when Louis came home from a night at the Club, Cyanide would be there waiting for him. It wasn’t every time, but it was often enough to be considered a tradition between the two. Louis would sit quietly as Cyanide would treat and wrap his wounds, then the two would head their separate ways without a word. One could say it was a form of sibling bonding between the twins, and Louis supposed that was true.

Although he and his sister didn’t always see things eye to eye, they cared about each other and would do anything for one another. Little things like Cyanide quietly treating his wounds, or Louis ruffling her hair, were just some of the little actions that strengthened their bond as siblings.

Louis flopped into bed, curling up under the covers. He briefly wondered of what annoyances tomorrow would bring as he drifted off into a short sleep. He had work in a couple of hours, after all.

This form is paired with Wyrd's Form for Sima #368. Should one of us win the Sima we're trying for and not the other, we will change our Sima's info accordingly. Thank you~

I truly enjoyed judging both Sima forms and I have to say Tiiedye has captured me fully with Louis. I also glad to say that I do not have to separate the siblings they work together so perfectly. I hope to see you and Wyrd work wonders with these siblings