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What is a Keardor?
A Keardor is a smaller cousin species of the Kora. It is a type of big cat with a bright spirit and a love for feathers. Keardors are partially feathered themselves, usually at their rears. Elbow, head, and ankle feathers are less common. They have feathery dorsal manes that rut backwards or upright. They are short at the head and never fall forward. Their tails are huge and plumy, and they take great pride in this feature. Keardors, like Koras, often have spots, but significantly fewer. They usually stay restricted to paws, face, and/or rear. Keardors are either nocturnal or diurnal. The difference between the two is shown in their eyes. Diurnal Keardors have narrow, almost reptilian pupils while the much more common nocturnal Keardors have wider ones. Keardors, unlike their cousins, Koras, hate water and cold, and prefer hotter climates. They are much more outgoing and bright, and would love a companion to look after them.
Perhaps, you can be their companion of choice.

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username commander omni
kerador's name Jaxx
gender male
sexuality he would be bisexual
comrade matteo
good traits caring , protective , bashful , honest , shy
bad traits agitated , defensive , ungodly , temperamental , anger-prone
dominant expression a cold, unemotional face
submissive expression a mood-free look, more stone-cold and yet a compassionate look

key things to know about him
that he is a man that speaks with few words, and is one to love a friend until the end. He has a past of war, and knew it well, and he has a top ranking in protective instincts. With a usually unemotional face, he speaks true, and is always willing to help a friend. And yes, he's the one matteo talks to alot.

♛ - - - ❝ under my skin ❞


how was his blindness Created;
Blindness was created from a missle impact while they, as in he and Matteo, were under heavy artillery fire and their best sniper just got shot through the scope and out the other end of his head by an enemy sniper. With both matteo and jaxx there to watch.

what's his allotted recovery time;
All jaxx remembers is the fact that he will never be able to see again. And that nothing will ever change the face that the last thing he ever saw was the bloody face of his fallen but alive comrade next to him. His glock .22 two feet away, and a middle blast 10 yards from his face lighting a white haze to his vision and the shockwave from the blast sending him a good 20 yards from his first landing.

how he's dealing with disability;
His disability isn't driving him crazy actually. He seems to be happy with it all.
''Well, if it weren't for Matteo staying there at the hospital with me, I probably would have lost my will to survive and succumbed to the drug induced coma they placed me in, and died. He was such a big help to me. Whispering things in my ear, telling me he recovered. He was alright. That the boys back at base were counting on me to protect them once again. To fight for them. To keep their thoughts of me in my head, and fight to survive. I needed to survive. I was a survivor not a weakling that succumbs to even the deadliest things. Although what he told me next really had me chuckling. He said, ''hell, I know I've known you all my life. I know that you'd willing jump into a pit of rattlers to save anyone of us. but, Mon ami, if you had to decide between running into the fray to save all of us, fighting to survive, and staying back in the sidelines watching us die. Which would you choose' that didn't have me chuckling anymore, he was serious. And to tell you the truth, I chose to survive. I hated to see a man slaughter. A slaughter of my friends. Family To less. And I did. I survived. And I'm still here today.''

sensing all of his surroundings;
He 'sees' in a variety of different ways. Without his sight, which is what us humans depend on most, he has to have a different way of 'seeing'. His paw pads are extra sensitive to vibration. So when he walks, he picks up small vibrations of movement. From something small as a grasshopper landing, to something as big as an elephant stomping. He cannot pick up vibrations while in the air, so he uses sound waves that come from the noise around him. His ears are highly sensitive to even the smallest sound. So He has a special way of knowing if theirs an object in front of him. He'll make a clicking noise with his tongue, and walk after it. He listens for the faint echo of the click. If he hears it, he veers out of the path, if not, he keeps on going. His nose is also highly acute, he can scent things better than anyone. Which comes in handy when he's on the look out for stolen goods, people, or trying to find Matteo.

the story of where it truly began;
My eyes were locked on the target. 20 feet ahead. I was ready to shoot, my heart was drumming in my ears like a cimmaron stallion galloping at 55 miles per hour. ''Clear.'' I heard a voice say in my ear. I nodded and advanced at a low crouch. My valmet m76 was right next to my leg. Cocked and loaded. Matteo was following closely. His valmet assault rifle ready to shoot. Each of us had glock .22 on stand by. Along with a pk 380 on our concealed side holsters. As we advanced I glanced up to the ridge to find our sniper down. Reverting my position, Matteo covered my flank while I went to find out what happened. When I got there I knew the situation already. The sniper had been shot through the scope. I could see the bullet hole out then other end of his head. An enemy sniper got him.

Not to mention he was an old friend, and this loss enraged me, I couldn't fight for revenge. But I could fight to save others. I pulled him off of the ridge and back into the woods, made a makeshift memorial, and took off again. Bullets sprayed where I had just been. Matteo was already retiring fire as I snatched my gun up and fired where the shots had come from. A cry designated from that spot just before I heard the 'whoosh' of some falling heat missile. 'Oh, no' I though as the missile locked on Matteo. I remember running and pushing him out of the way before jumping at the last second. The middle impacted ground instead of flesh. The blast sending me away. Matteo's body went flying as well. I flinched his body to mind and took the brunt of the impact.

Impacting the ground with a grunt, I rolled and let go of Matteo, and continued to roll. Stopping, and laying face down, I looked up to see another heat weaker missile coming our way. I snatched my friend's handguns and blew off a few rounds at the missile. No use. I used my own handguns and blew of all my rounds. The damn thing finally exploded. It blinded me, and I couldn't help be open my eyes. Nothing. I saw white. A running was in my ears. And I was moving. No, being carried. I could hear their voices. Comrades. They were saying to get me to the hospital within the golden hour. I was bleeding out. I blacked out again, and all I saw was black.

[StarryNight756]

Username: GreenOrca756
Name: Snow or Chisithamum
Gender: female
How it senses its surroundings: she has amazing smelling and can sniff something far away and pinpoint the exact place it is and can easily avoid it

[>> Leafstorm515]

✖Username:

>> Leafstorm515

✖Name:

Novak

✖Gender:

Male

✖How it senses its surroundings:

Novak is a prodigy, and therefore uses math and formulas to figure where things are around him. This sounds insane, but at the high speed Novak's brain work, it literally shows him the way. When first entering a room, he will eiter ask what is around him, or simply speak. He can then reach out a paw and touch thr first object in his path. Using thay, he uses various distance formulas and mathematical equations to locate everything else. He is rarely wrong. This can become confusing when he's in places like forests, where nothing is ever at a perfect distance. But somehow, Novak seems to navigate with a knowing attitude that can seem a bit eerie, as he seems like he isn't even blink.

✖Personality:

Novak is a rather brooding fellow. He is moody and generally tempermental, oddly so for a male. He can be rather rigid in the way he views things, often only seeing what he wants to see in a situation. He views himself as outcast, because of his extreme intelligence. The way he talks and holds himself, everything reeks of intelligence. He grew up being made fun of because of how smart he was, and because he could see. He longs to see the world, and tries not to get frustrated when he can't. He dreams, and in his dreams he can see. But the way he sees the world is in numbers. He literally sees numbers everywhere. Novak comes off as rude and snarky, but its only because he tries desperately to protect himself from getting hurt. He is a hopeless romantic, and when the right lady comes along, he will certinly crush on her from afar, but be rude and competative with her outwardly.
✖Position
Novak doesn't really have a specific job, but he is rather wealthy from his intelligence. He is sort of a writer and recluse, but comes out to enter any competition he can.



✖Fatal Flaws

- Extremely competative -Cold and insensitive -Blind
- Afraid of feelings - Easily frustrated - Can be cold/distant when angry

✖Powerful Positives

- Prodigey (Really smart) - Romantic and a gentleman -Reliable
-Sees things differntly - Doesn't judge - Can be soft hearted

[imhappyboy]

Username ❄ imhappyboy
Name ❄ Kuura (means 'rime' in finnish)
Gender ❄ Female, ♀
How it senses its surroundings ❄ Kuura is a bright little fellow since she gets around while using sonar. Yes, same sonar as bats and whales use. Kuura's sonar works with sound and voices, so for her to 'see' the surrounding world, she has to make very high pitched sounds. Human ear won't hear these shrieks but animals with higher hearing capacity do. Kuura sometimes might seem funny while opening her mouth to let out a silent scream (while doing this she looks a bit like a hissing cat). She's pretty talented with her technique and in already familiar spaces gets around with almost no problems. Rainy and stormy weather might interfere with her sonar, so Kuura avoids moving long distances when the weather is bad.
Personality ❄ Kuura is independent lady who doesn't need anyone to babysit her or keep her company. Even though she is blind, she doesn't want someone to be hovering over her or looking after her every step. Kuura sees asking help as a weakness and tries to do everything by herself. She is proud and it's a big hit to her ego when she has to ask for help or when she gets in trouble and someone else saves her skin. Kuura can seem to be very cold, tough and even rude and she certainly has a sharp tongue and she knows a way with her words. Behind the walls that protect her, Kuura is insecure and would really like to have a special person in her life. Since she is blind, she tends to be very doubtful with new people she meets. Kuura is very wary with love and it would need a very special person to sweep her off her feet. Love is for sissies and Kuura isn't a sissy.

[koegami]

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username commander omni
kerador's name Jaxx
gender male
sexuality he would be bisexual
comrade matteo
good traits caring , protective , bashful , honest , shy
bad traits agitated , defensive , ungodly , temperamental , anger-prone
dominant expression a cold, unemotional face
submissive expression a mood-free look, more stone-cold and yet a compassionate look

key things to know about him
that he is a man that speaks with few words, and is one to love a friend until the end. He has a past of war, and knew it well, and he has a top ranking in protective instincts. With a usually unemotional face, he speaks true, and is always willing to help a friend. And yes, he's the one matteo talks to alot.

♛ - - - ❝ under my skin ❞


how was his blindness Created;
Blindness was created from a missle impact while they, as in he and Matteo, were under heavy artillery fire and their best sniper just got shot through the scope and out the other end of his head by an enemy sniper. With both matteo and jaxx there to watch.

what's his allotted recovery time;
All jaxx remembers is the fact that he will never be able to see again. And that nothing will ever change the face that the last thing he ever saw was the bloody face of his fallen but alive comrade next to him. His glock .22 two feet away, and a middle blast 10 yards from his face lighting a white haze to his vision and the shockwave from the blast sending him a good 20 yards from his first landing.

how he's dealing with disability;
His disability isn't driving him crazy actually. He seems to be happy with it all.
''Well, if it weren't for Matteo staying there at the hospital with me, I probably would have lost my will to survive and succumbed to the drug induced coma they placed me in, and died. He was such a big help to me. Whispering things in my ear, telling me he recovered. He was alright. That the boys back at base were counting on me to protect them once again. To fight for them. To keep their thoughts of me in my head, and fight to survive. I needed to survive. I was a survivor not a weakling that succumbs to even the deadliest things. Although what he told me next really had me chuckling. He said, ''hell, I know I've known you all my life. I know that you'd willing jump into a pit of rattlers to save anyone of us. but, Mon ami, if you had to decide between running into the fray to save all of us, fighting to survive, and staying back in the sidelines watching us die. Which would you choose' that didn't have me chuckling anymore, he was serious. And to tell you the truth, I chose to survive. I hated to see a man slaughter. A slaughter of my friends. Family To less. And I did. I survived. And I'm still here today.''

sensing all of his surroundings;
He 'sees' in a variety of different ways. Without his sight, which is what us humans depend on most, he has to have a different way of 'seeing'. His paw pads are extra sensitive to vibration. So when he walks, he picks up small vibrations of movement. From something small as a grasshopper landing, to something as big as an elephant stomping. He cannot pick up vibrations while in the air, so he uses sound waves that come from the noise around him. His ears are highly sensitive to even the smallest sound. So He has a special way of knowing if theirs an object in front of him. He'll make a clicking noise with his tongue, and walk after it. He listens for the faint echo of the click. If he hears it, he veers out of the path, if not, he keeps on going. His nose is also highly acute, he can scent things better than anyone. Which comes in handy when he's on the look out for stolen goods, people, or trying to find Matteo.

the story of where it truly began;
My eyes were locked on the target. 20 feet ahead. I was ready to shoot, my heart was drumming in my ears like a cimmaron stallion galloping at 55 miles per hour. ''Clear.'' I heard a voice say in my ear. I nodded and advanced at a low crouch. My valmet m76 was right next to my leg. Cocked and loaded. Matteo was following closely. His valmet assault rifle ready to shoot. Each of us had glock .22 on stand by. Along with a pk 380 on our concealed side holsters. As we advanced I glanced up to the ridge to find our sniper down. Reverting my position, Matteo covered my flank while I went to find out what happened. When I got there I knew the situation already. The sniper had been shot through the scope. I could see the bullet hole out then other end of his head. An enemy sniper got him.

Not to mention he was an old friend, and this loss enraged me, I couldn't fight for revenge. But I could fight to save others. I pulled him off of the ridge and back into the woods, made a makeshift memorial, and took off again. Bullets sprayed where I had just been. Matteo was already retiring fire as I snatched my gun up and fired where the shots had come from. A cry designated from that spot just before I heard the 'whoosh' of some falling heat missile. 'Oh, no' I though as the missile locked on Matteo. I remember running and pushing him out of the way before jumping at the last second. The middle impacted ground instead of flesh. The blast sending me away. Matteo's body went flying as well. I flinched his body to mind and took the brunt of the impact.

Impacting the ground with a grunt, I rolled and let go of Matteo, and continued to roll. Stopping, and laying face down, I looked up to see another heat weaker missile coming our way. I snatched my friend's handguns and blew off a few rounds at the missile. No use. I used my own handguns and blew of all my rounds. The damn thing finally exploded. It blinded me, and I couldn't help be open my eyes. Nothing. I saw white. A running was in my ears. And I was moving. No, being carried. I could hear their voices. Comrades. They were saying to get me to the hospital within the golden hour. I was bleeding out. I blacked out again, and all I saw was black.

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-Decided not to go for this one ^^-

[Tricksters]

Username: Tricksters
Name: Amalia Grace
Gender: Female
How it senses its surroundings: She can see the auroras of those around her, weather they be good or bad. She can use this to find other living beings, including the flying beings in the sky and those below the waters. Their aurora's generate a pulsing light in her eyes, which illuminates the figures of objectives around them, and uses that to find her way around rooms, glades, or forests.

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Judging will begin tonight! Any finishing of forms should be done by then

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Marking to see who the winner is -

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Ack! Sorry judging took forever!

The winner is.. Angelo! I absolutely loved the form and the reasoning behind everything that happened congrats~ very well written

However, I will also be awarding a runner up to >> Leafstorm515! I really liked the idea behind him I felt you deserved a runner up~