[Nodell]

What is a Rainbow Paint Wolf?
Well it’s easy, it’s a canine that both resembles a wolf and a dog, but prefers to be called wolf. It’s tail acts like a paint brush, paint and all! Paint strangely grows from it’s fur and in order for the Paint Wolf to get rid of it, it needs to paint! They range around the size of your average Labrador, and come in many different colours, but not just of the Rainbow! They can be bright in colour, dark in colour, and even black, white and grey. They also come in Albino colours, but that is extremely rare. Sometimes they even have powers with their paints, but it depends on how rare they are. Paint Wolf’s eat anything they feel like really, meat, fruit, fish, it’s all up to them! During mating season, the males will show off their paintings to attract a female to them. Their mateship is painting a picture together to show their love for each other is eternal and will mark each other their paint. The average litter size for a Paint wolf is 1-2 Pups. Also between the Paint Wolves there isn’t much of a gender difference.

Normal Fur // Funky tail // ears unknown // Common Paint

Plague doctor e.e Because I can.

This RPW has not shown its face to others in years! I think that it is time we changed that.
For this contest please design what is covered by the mask (neck and face) Anything thing
else please leave alone c: You may have whatever ear type you want, just make sure its
not rare or anything (no full flop ears). Also, please try to match the design to fit with the
rest of his/her design c: Extras are allowed and encouraged.

For the upper design, you may chose to just draw the upper half, or do the full body.
Art of the design and design must be by you.
Bonus points if you make them blind ovo

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Ends October 31st

[epimetheus]

possible res @u@

[dogish]

res

[yeena]

res owo

( whispers - SCP... dun take that name please )

[supernovacity]

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Kiwi In A Bottle

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Basilio
The Italian and Spanish form of Basil.
Basil is from the Greek name Βασιλειος (Basileios), which was derived from βασιλευς (basileus), which meant king, or saint.

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ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ

Basilio is an rpw who generally keeps to himself. He is often reserved and unhelpful in situations, even when at most times he has no intention or yearn to be helpful anyway. He is sometimes unintentionally rude and cold to others, even when he doesn't mean it. He is reclusive and afraid of socialization, he stays in the shadows and has a small amount of self loathing for himself that's hidden from the public eye. He has almost zero self confidence and sometimes believes the world is out to get him, because of this is hides his self image with a mask, literal and figuratively...

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Sparta
Basilio met Sparta completely by chance. Sparta, not really
one to socializing often or naught keeps to herself in the deeper
mountains or woodlands. How Basilio managed to find her is a
mystery in itself but they've formed and unlikely...friendship?
The relationship between these two is a bit uncertain, Sparta
is a bit hard to decipher and Basilio, whom hardly shows his face,
who knows what they actually think of each other. All that is known
completely is that these two seem to be closely knit, In a weird way
due to some circumstances, but Basilio seems to be the only who's
touched Sparta, and lived.

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It's been years. Years for me. I couldn't count the exact number, sitting, recounting those awful months. I couldn't even measure that period of time, it was officially stated as months, 3 months to be exact. 3 months, 15 days, 5 hours, 20 minutes, and 10 seconds. I could recall the official time like it was the back of my hand, but in my brain, that time seemed to stretch for decades, decades far beyond what I had lived. While I have lived a meager two decades, my mind stretched that period for five decades, possibly more. It felt like my entire life.
What is this period of time? What does it entail? I suppose that's what anyone reading some unholy biography on the weird, failure of a person that is me, would be asking themselves that at this point. It was a point in time in which I was considered a doctor of sorts, an unofficial doctor for a crew of a wrecked ship. I had been travelling by boat to a research destination, it had been fine, all up until a simple storm slammed us against a rocky shore. Being the only one with some minimal experience due to being a medical student, I was the one who had to tend to wounds with what meager supplies we could scrounge and salvage. It was difficult to say the least. These people held onto me like some messiah, and I was hardly able to save their wounded from the wreck. We lost multiple crew members within days. Days and we went from a crew of 20 to a crew of 15. It was my fault. I could feel their unspoken blame suffocating them, as they thought of the people I failed to save.
Days went on still, and less and less people were left breathing by the end of each day. Some would get picked off by animals, some would drown, some would eat something poisonous, and some would get bit by something venomous. I ended up losing sight in one of my eyes due to angering a particular spitting snake, and some of the venom getting into my eye. I still can't see too well out of the side i can see through, but it works and I can make out other people and shapes and objects enough to see what I'm doing. Around that point i had been having nightmares, the people I had failed to save, I'd see them over and over, dying every time I tried to save them. I knew i had wronged them, failed them, and it only angered me. I eventually wasn't able enough to aid even in the simplest of wounds, which certainly made the population of our crew drop faster without my minimal treatment to only help them live just a few weeks longer. I became cold to them, I didn't want to speak to them, or associate with them. By the time we had been found, exactly 3 months, 15 days, 5 hours, 20 minutes, and 10 seconds, after the ordeal began, I was nearly starved, and generally snappy and angry and..unstable, as deemed by the medical professionals on board. After the whole rescue situation was sorted out, and I was returned to my home, I was told I should get some better nutrition, and seek therapy. Of course, I did both of those. I wasn't moronic, and knew that if a medical professional advised you do something, it was more than likely a logical thing to do. I ate whatever I could to regain weight, mostly meats and some unholy combination of other foods, mostly junk foods with minimal fruit and vegetables. I eventually sought therapy, to help deal with some mild mental issues, according to the therapist the incident had caused some trauma, and caused me to become reclusive and cold. She simply suggested i talk it out with her, day by day, and try to use that as a coping method. I still haven't been able to cope very well, but she says i'm improving, which makes me happy. The nightmares still plague me, and I feel like they always will. Along the way I picked up an odd interest in masks. I rarely wore them, but instead I liked to look at them, and give them identities. Some had names. Some just had personalities, it was just an idle way to pass the time. My therapist thought this was an interesting hobby, and liked to see how well it helped with my coping efforts. Eventually she said I only needed to see her every month or so, just for a progress check. That's where I am currently. It's been 4 years since the wreck, I'm currently 24. I still have the nightmares, but they don't scare me as much anymore. Though I still doubt myself and slip up and get sad, I'm happy with my progress with coping.

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Insomnia

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Atychiphobia- Fear of failure.
Chiraptophobia- Fear of being touched.
Hydrophobia- Fear of water or of rabies.
Maniaphobia- Fear of insanity

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Likes

Gem stones
Masks
Music
History
Science
Geology
Researching

Dislikes

Socializing
The ocean
Loud public areas
surprises
teenagers
television
midday heat

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ＵＰＰＥＲ ＤＥＳＩＧＮ

http://i.imgur.com/XaUWaFV.png
Rat ears, Halfway blind

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Ｉxxｋｎｏｗ

ＩＴ＇Ｓ ＡＬＬ ＩＮ ＴＨＯＳＥ ＥＹＥＳ

[Tart]

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Name ;;
Gender ;;
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[koegami]

mark

[Sullivan Maurus]

: Username :
Amxen no.XV

: Name :
Nostradamus Paracelsus
"Named after two famous Plague Doctors."

: Gender :
Male

: Upper-Half Design :
Work In Progress

I would like it if you did not steal from my form, please and thank you.

[SpotSong]

CODE: SELECT ALL
Username ;; SpotSong
Name ;; Metal Raven
Gender ;; male
Upper-half Design ;; something hardcore??

[Zuppe]

friendly nudge?