[Blackhusky]

dropping out :(

[Twisted_Swallow]

Reserve… pure love

[AustrianAce]

reservvveeee

[PurpleKakashi]

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Username: PurpleKakashi
Plumie Name: Clay....
Gender: Gender fluid
Sexual Orientation: Unknown
Theme Songs: *language warnings*
City - Hollywood Undead
"Cool Guys Don't Look At Explosions"

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☣✖✖✖☣✖✖

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Ｔｈｅ ｓｕｂｊｅｃｔ ｉｓ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ｆｌｕｉｄ, ｂｕｔ ｐｒｅｆｅｒｓ ｔｈｅ ｍａｌｅ ｔｅｎｓｅ ｆｒｏｍ ｈｅｒｅ ｏｎ Ｉ ｓｈａｌｌ ｒｅｆｅｒ ｔｏ ｈｉｍ ａｓ ｓｕｃｈ.

The subject is always difficult with everything and anything.
He is stubborn and headstrong. On top of being bull headed
he is smart as a whip, his I.Q. tests are off the charts when
he's not correcting the tests. Even though he is extremely
smart he has very few fears, he acts like he has no fear at
all and will try to take on anyone or thing. Unless of course
it's water. Clay is highly hydrophobic, there are days
when he will not go near window's because of the rain.
He is insane though, the real insanity comes out if he sees
the color red. His fur does not bother him, but if he sees
anything red he will do anything in his power to set it on fire
or better yet -if he has time- blow it up. Part of the reason
for his gas mask is the lens dull colors so he sees red less and
isn't triggered as often.

Subject has proven IQ of 200, this... Creature is exceptional, on paper that is. He has passed every test with the greatest of easy, he has even corrected errors in the tests to show me how they were wrong. I've never been made to feel so foolish. He is impossible to talk to without him making fun of your lacking intellect, I don't think he means to really harm though it just "shocks" him that there are beings "stupider" than me out there. This is a recording of our first encounter;


*radio static, then a click of a play button*
"Hello. You have bothered yet another doctor, this time I will be the one asking questions. Do you understand?" It was a calm level voice that sounded overly controlled. There was no reply, but the voice continued on. "Subject, what is your name?" A long pause.
"Clay." A shallow, gravely voice replied "but you should call me 'The Master of Fire and Destruction'." he carried on, his emotion wasn't readable through the sound of the recording. There was another pause, shuffling paper and a sigh.
"What's your actual name?" The calm voice asked, this time more clearly. Again a pause, shorter than the other two though, before the reply of "Fred." From the gravely voice. Then a thick silence.
*Click, tape stops*


Two days later Clay blew up the half of the building we had kept him in. We know it was him because the cameras were able to capture sound, but not visuals after the large blast he had cause. He was laughing...

Ｙｏｕ ｗｅａｒ ａ ｍａｓｋ ｆｏｒ ｓｏ ｌｏｎｇ, ｙｏｕ ｆｏｒｇｅｔ ｗｈｏ ｙｏｕ ｗｅｒｅ ｂｅｎｅａｔｈ ｉｔ.

all art is by me

[firestorm1096]

ҤEŁŁØ, ł'M ₣łƦE$ŦØƦM1096, ł'M ŦҤE λÐØPŦEƦ. ŁEŦ$ ҤEλƦ $ØME MØƦE λBØUŦ ME...

*Introduction...and I Sit by Me
The lineart is by Nightrizer (thnx for letting me use it <3)
Hey, I’m firestorm1096. I love this species and hopefully, with hard work and dedication to this form, this will be my first-ever plumie.
The first time I looked at this darling [boy], it was love at first sight. He’s absolutely GORGEOUS! I know you don’t like giant walls of text, so I hope that my form isn’t too much text. Trying to make it smaller by doing a bunch of art. Anyway, thanks for reading!

S҉ E҉. N҉. T҉. I҉. N҉. E҉. L҉

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*Sentinel by Me

“You
gotta
fight
fire
with
fire.”

“The
flames
aren’t
burning
me.”

“Fire
can
only
be
extinguished
with
water.”

(You do not need to listen to these unless you want to)
Theme Songs: Fire with Fire by The Letter Black
Monster by Skillet
Demons by Imagine Dragons
Smells like a Freakshow by Avatar
Du Hust by Rammstein
This Close by Flyleaf
Cassie by Flyleaf
Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons
Going Under by Evanescense
Shadows by Red
Monster by Imagine Dragons
Lost Cause by Imagine Dragons

Dear Journal,
This is my first entry in you. People say it would make me feel better. I’ve been having a rough time, y’see. It’s not a nice life - once being loved by everyone, then you say something and they put you in a mental hospital. I’m not crazy like they think. They would understand if...never mind that, Journal. My name is Sentinel. I think. I was always “Just Sentinel” (I think) until I left to help with the war. It was a pretty bad war, but nothing - nothing that was fire anyway - hurted me. Maybe I am crazy. But it’s all I remember. I think.
You see, Journal, I forgot everything after a bomb explosion...That’s what they told me anyway. They said it's a downright miracle that I survived. They say it’s a downright miracle that none of me was hurt. I don't feel like they’re telling me the whole story though. Maybe they are. Maybe they aren’t. Maybe I am crazy because I don’t think that made sense. Well, Journal, I don’t feel comfortable talking to you right now. It’s not you, okay? It's probably me. Or is it you? I'm not quite sure. I'm pretty sure it's you. Maybe I'm not. I don't know.
From your new [sad] buddy,
Sentinel

*Gazing Through the Fire by Me

Name: Well, you know his name is Sentinel now. You read his Journal!
Age: Unknown to everyone - even Sentinel himself.
Gender: Also unknown to everyone - again, even to Sentinel. Sentinel prefers to be called a he though.
Personality: Well, Sentinel is crazy...in a way...I mean... Well, Sentinel is a crazy, sad, depressed little guy, with not a lot of hope. He use to be kind and sweet and protective but his memory was wiped away like blood from a cut. Sentinel feels as if he has forgotten a part of himself that he will never get back...and that's why he is sad and feels as if he has no hope left.


The Touch?
-Sentinel is actually right. He can touch fire without it hurting him.

History?
-Sentinel, you see, growing up, was always accused of making things up, but it wasn't fake. He saw what he saw and he also saw...the future. It ruined him - seeing the future.
Being picked on made him protective - that’s why he joined the army. It was a bomb explosion that brought him home.
Everyone was expecting him to die or have major injuries but he survived with less than a scratch. No one else saw the embers and fire flittering around him like butterflies flying from flower to flower. Only he did.

Fire is harmful.
Fire is dangerous.
People want the fire to go away.
They hurt it by splashing it with water.
But no one stopped to realize,
that they should say please?

Fire exists by consuming another form
Fire is all consuming and destructive
Fire is a hazard to human and animal life
Fire represents creativity
Fire represents the deep emotions which humans have.

*Casual Friday by Me

It's time to fight fire with fire,
The flames are burning, burning,
Higher and higher

Fire burns things
and it hurts things,
but maybe it's only
doing it because
it's hurt as well.

One cannot run away from their fears.
Try for the impossible.

It's hiding in the walls, in the closets, in the halls.

*Dreams by Me

I did not steal anything, I promise. With a competition like this one, who knows how much is similar to others.

[Dylan Klebold]

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Touch?
Touch?

I remember touch.

Touch?
Touch?

I remember touch.
Where do I belong?

Touch?

I need something more.
I remember touch!

I need something more
In my mind...

Touch
I remember touch
Pictures came with touch
A painter in my mind
Tell me what you see

A tourist in a dream
A visitor it seems
A half-forgotten song
Where do I belong?
Tell me what you see
I need something more

Kiss
Suddenly alive
Happiness arrive
Hunger like a storm
How do I begin?

A room within a room
A door behind a door
Touch, where do you lead?
I need something more
Tell me what you see
I need something more

(Home..)
Hold on
If love is the answer you're home. (x8)

Touch
Sweet touch
You've given me too much to feel
Sweet touch
You've almost convinced me I'm real

I need something more
I need something... more

name
Media, pronounced Meh-dee-uh - May or Med for short. Like anyone would shorten her name anyway...

gender
It's mysterious and elusive - Media seems genderless. Well, she is genderless, but prefers female pronouns when you write about her. If you sing or talk about her, Media requests gender-neutral pronouns like "they" and "they're".

sexuality
Surprisingly not, her sexuality is elusive as well. For the sake of easy telling, we can say that Media is a pansexual - meaning that she is attracted to anyone, regardless of gender.

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personality
Media is very disconnected from real life - explaining why Touch by Daft Punk is her theme song. Touch is really unfamiliar to her, and when someone - be it man, Plumerian, or other animal life - touches her, Media can become overwhelmed and completely break down. Her fire sparks sort of represent her merciless attitude - on the battlefield, she shows no mercy.

history
Born a perfectly fine Plumerian, Media's life was pretty normal until she enlisted into the RED army as a pyrotechnics specialist - Pyro, as her fellow teammates call it.

Media's laboratory was alive with equipment as she painstakingly welded her custom backpack - one that holds fuel for her flamethrower on the field so she doesn't have to run back to base. The Engineer, who Media called "Engi" or "Engee", popped his head in as Media was welding, scaring her. The flame of the welder pierced through her gloves, burning her skin.

"Engineer!" Media hissed, as the flame burned her skin and fur further. She yelped in pain, before launching herself into a cabinet that held toxic explosives. As soon as the canisters' contents hit open air, they exploded into a huge pyrotechnic display. It knocked Media out, making the last thing she saw the white labcoat and red plus-sign design of the team's Medic.

After about four weeks, Media finally came to her senses in the recovery room of the Medic's building. "Oh! Ze patient is up!" the Medic shriveled in delight, walking over to Media with a mirror. When she looked into the mirror, a terrible sight fell on her: a pitch-black gas mask with hoses leading to an air canister marked with a simple phrase: "WAKE UP".

"I was just modifying ze mask on your face so you can breathe better on ze field!" he chimed, closing a hanging vent that was dangling off of Media's mask. "Zhat should be all better. Try it now?" he requested, as Media breathed normally.

"Get away. Don't touch me unless you need to. And tell the others as well." Media hissed, before realizing her voice was muffled, like someone was smothering her. Her throat hurt as well, making her growl even more before stopping. The Medic got off the chair and helped Media up. The Medic took a few notes in a notebook he held in his coat.

"Alright. But be careful with the... ah, einz, zwei, drei... eight places where little fireball sparks are coming?" he answered, expecting Media to flip out.

But she didn't.

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A fairly small leather-bound book with the Medic's emblem on the cover,
The Doctor's Journal is where the Medic keeps his notes on Media.

The first line in the box on the side is the subject's name, followed
by the word Day and a number. The next line is the date the note was
taken. The third line is physical health, and the fourth is mental health.

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Media - Day 1
06/17/1998
Poor
Unknown

Today was the day I took Media into the operating room. The others remember this day as the day Media had the explosion. Especially Engineer. He knows it also as 'the day I [beep]ed up'. Crazy man.

The first operation to remove singed fur and skin was successful. Though, the patient did not look visually appealing. Maybe I can get Engineer to design something for her-

My god, she's stopped breathing! Quick! Get the medical mask!

Media - Day 2
06/18/1998
Really poor
Unknown

Engineer finally gave me the gas mask for Media... and I found a Plumerian and 'borrowed' their pelt... tee hee!

I grafted the skin and fur on earlier this evening and am currently hoping for the best for when the skin joins with the muscle underneath. Here's to hoping for no rejection!

Aaaand totally jinxed myself for [removed for gruesome detail] happened. Luckily I saved the [blankity blank] from getting any bigger and suppressed it.

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ａｒｔ ｇａｌｌｅｒｙ

[slasher // twig]

RES <3

[oh deer]

ohmygosh reserve!!

[Sethh]

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Hello, I'm rycia. A current non-owner. I really like Plumerians and hope to get my first one soon.
This baby is especially gorgeous, however I don't play the game he is based off.
I already adore him, and actually want him to be my first Plumie.
That is enough about me, enjoy my form. c:

☢ H A Z A R D☢

☢ Name ➳ Hazard
☢ Age ➳ 23
☢ Nicknames ➳ Haz, Zar, and Danger Boi.
☢ Species ➳ Plumerian
☢ Nationally ➳ America, Idaho.
- - - Appearance - - -
☢ Size ➳ He is the size of a Mastiff.
☢ Looks about ➳ He looks eighteen, but he is actually twenty-three.
☢ Mannerism ➳ His walk is distinctive alongside most other Plumerians, he walks strong and tall.
☢ Health Problems ➳ He has trouble breathing air. That is why he wears the gas mask, which is a neat looking filter system.
- - - Work and Education - - -
☢ Work ➳ He is a nuclear engineer. One day, he went through a very traumatizing experience at work, so he doesn't talk about it often.
☢ Education ➳ Harvard University.
- - - Relationships - - -
☢ Friends ➳ N/A
☢ Enemies ➳ N/A
☢ Acquaintances ➳ N/A
☢ Significant Other ➳ N/A
- - - Beliefs and Attitudes - - -
☢ Religious Beliefs ➳ Hazard does believe in god, but is not active in any religion.
☢ Right and Wrong ➳ Hazard has a bit of trouble telling what is right and wrong. But he has a general idea.
☢ Superstitions ➳ He isn't a particularly superstitious Plumerian, but he does have some things he has to do. Make coffe and drink a cup in the middle of the night, and drinking through straws brings bad luck.
- - - Personality - - -
☢ Personality ➳ Shy/Exact/Smart/Sweet/Hopeless-Romantic
☢ Shy ➳ Hazard is shy, mainly because he wasn't taught as a child that making friends was a priority. Sometimes, talking to new people can be a bit over-whelming.
☢ Exact ➳ Hazard is exact and precise, he has to be. If he isn't precise, one of his co-workers could get hurt.
☢ Smart ➳ Hazard is smart and punctuated. He doesn't like people to know that he is smart, so he comes off as childish.
☢ Sweet ➳ Hazard is a very sweet plumerian, it's hard not to love him.
☢ Hopeless Romantic ➳ Hazard isn't exactly a 'lady-killer'. He reads romance novel mainly because he wants to get into a relationship. He can be really awkward at times, but at least he tries. Right?
- - - Likes/Dislikes - - -
☢ Likes. ➳ His job, his gas-mask, his home, his friends, his vacuum cleaner, his pets.
☢ Dislikes ➳ Money, rude attitudes, bad days. crying, plastic cups.

[freakyFeline]

username: freakyFeline- These colors and design are too enthralling to resist!

My name?
It's been a while since somebody asked. Just call me
Pripyat

Pripyat is an abandoned city
in the Ukraine. On April 26, 1986, the unit 4 reactor of the Chernobyl nuclear powerplant was torn apart by two massive explosions. Pripyat was evacuated due to the amount of radiation released into the air, which was estimated to be about two hundred times that of the combined releases in the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

My age doesn't matter anymore.
Being exposed to nuclear radiation has had strange effects on me.
Both mentally and physically.

It was always suspected that radiation exposure would
affect a Plumie in different ways than a human. This could explain why Pripyat is set apart from others like 'em. For example, Pripyat radiates an excessive amount of heat, as if there was a fire burning from the inside. This heat seems to do no damage to others or to Pripyat. It merely gives Pripyat a captivating ember glow. Radiation has also Affected Pripyat's aging process and chemical & hormone balance.

That's right, I have no specified gender, and my course of aging has tremendously slowed. How is this possible you ask? Your guess is as good as mine. But I can guarantee you it had something to do with Chernobyl... I did work there after all.

Pripyat worked specifically for factory malfunctions and hiccups. Pri's small, dynamic build helped pri wriggle into small spaces that the other workers couldn't reach. Pri also had a thicker coat of fur that was rendered "fireproof". under the reactors are pools of water that help cool down the reactor. After the first explosion, contaminated water was leaked into the pool and heated to make a radioactive, lava-like liquid. People were afraid that if not drained, the steam released would increase the fatalities. Pripyat volunteered to dive in and drain the pool. It was thought to be a suicide mission.

Along with another diver, Pripyat leapt in to open the gates. Everything ran smoothly, save for the faulty lamp that lost power as they located the valves. As Pripyat began to resurface, the pull of the draining water began to drag her down. Pripyat began to panic. Pri was losing oxygen quickly and became lightheaded. The last thing Pri remembered before fainting was an odd tingling feeling prickilng the surface of her skin.

I woke up to darkness, and silence. The pool had been drained of the water. And I lied at the bottom. The factory had been evacuated. I was the only one left.

Personality:Pripyat has been left alone
for so long, that xe seems unresponsive
to the outside world, if you ask questions
or make commentary, xe will make short,
vague remarks in reply. If the effort is put
into getting to know xer, xe is very outgoing
in a way. Xe becomes playful, energetic, and
fun to be around. However, Xe always carries
an air of responsibility and guilt because of the
day sector 4 melted. Pripyat has also developed
a fascination for fire. Xe is drawn to it like a bug
is drawn to a lamp. Xe'll play in it with xer paws
and curl up dangerously close to it for the comfort it
brings Xer.

What next?: After the explosions, Pripyat
left the factory, afraid of the
radiation, but couldn't just leave
behind the only scenery Xe had called
home. So Pripyat settled in an evacuated
city. Xe explored the theme park and
collected small stuffed toys left behind
by children. Xe found company with them. Pripyat lived there for
so many years that Xe lost count.
Xe was recently discovered by a
photographer who had been photographing
the city. Pripyat was brought home with her
and, despite Xer years of being a recluse,
found a strong companionship with the
photographer.