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Dropping out, lost the connection. ;n;

[Lady Sif]

Username;
Lady Sif

Name;
Aiday and Nobody

Gender;
Male



Personality; (245 words total)

He has split personalities:
Aiday (Ah-a-day);
Sweet // Artistic // Sometimes gets depression // Introvert // Snuggly
If one was ever to meet Aiday, they would describe him as sweet, really there wasn’t another word for it. He truly lived up to the name Aiday, which means moon child, a soft glow that allows others to shine around it while still lighting the way. Upon first meeting him, it would be near impossible to tell that he had lived through so much pain, as if the pain had got up and walked away. However, there are times that Aiday falls into states of depression, normally very little besides his art can pull him out of these. Art is Aiday’s passion, curiously enough whenever he paints himself he adds a shadow around him. His friends often worry and think that the shadow is some sort of cage, but the shadow in his art makes him feel as if the painted version of himself is protected.

Nobody;
Violent // Angry // Fighter // Stealthy // Paranoid // Life goal is guarding Aiday
From what can be told of Nobody, he's violent, paranoid, angry at the world and very protective of his other half, however, there is much that cannot be told. Nobody rarely comes out, leaving Aiday the dominant personality. Those few times when Nobody does reveal himself, it's only to protect Aiday. Who knows, maybe he does have a soft spot? Or maybe he's just an angry ball of sadness and fear.



Back Story; (Exactly 700 words)

Fire. Yellow, red and blue colors danced erratically around, engulfing the forest and burning the paws of the young plumie as he scrambled to get away from the fire. He managed four more steps with smoke filled lungs before his feet gave up. His mother, who was right behind him, nudged him back onto his feet, murmuring encouragement and making promises of rest. Slowly, far too slowly, he got back onto his feet and continued stumbling forward. With his mother's help he managed to keep ahead of the fire.

That was, until they encountered a second wall of flames.

A spark from the fire had caught on the wind and started burning the stretch of forest between them and the river, with the fire running closer behind them they were trapped with no way out. Aiday shrunk down, looking up at the flames with horror, his eyes clogged with smoke. Every instinct he had was telling him to get out of there, but there was no way out. Suddenly, he was jarred forward by a nose on his hindquarters.

Aiday's mother was pushing him towards the flame, saying something that took him a few moments to register and a few more to comprehend. There was a gap in the flames not too far from them, under a rotting log with just enough space for him to fit through. He moved quickly, squeezing himself under the log while listening to his mother's voice.

"Keep going once you're out, I won't be able to follow through there but I'll find another way around and meet you at the river."

Everything would be fine, they would be safe, adrenaline raced through his body at the thought of safety and gave him the extra energy to get out the other side.

Aiday turned around to bid his mother farewell till they met again at the river, just in time to see the branch fall. The smile that had made it's way onto his face vanished as he heard his mother's final scream as the fire engulfed her.

He couldn't move, even as the flames swirled around him, his eyes were wide with pain and his body had gone stiff. Mother was gone, and it was his fault, he abandoned her. His feet weren’t moving because he deserved to die for hurting her. Grief, anger and pain engulfed him and his young mind couldn't handle it. Everything just seemed to fade into a single thought.

'Mother is gone and nobody could ever bring her back.'

The thought raced through him a few more times before he giggled. One, then two escaped him until he was laughing through his burning throat.

All he could remember was those silly jokes he and his mother used to make about Odysseus.
Nobody could ever bring her back

And somewhere in all the pain he couldn’t handle, in accepting his fate, in his laughter, something bloomed to take the pain away. Aiday couldn’t handle what was happening, so someone else had too.

That was all the young one could remember before waking up muzzle deep in the river.

But that was not all that happened. No, for that was the night that Nobody was born. Out of the pain, the fear and the anger. When Nobody saw the walls of flame, mere seconds after his creation, he knew that he had to get Aiday out of there. On paws that were not his own he raced, forcing Aiday’s body to extremes that the young one could never have reached on his own.

It was the day it all began, but not the end by any measure. There would be times in the future, both near and far, when Aiday would be in pain or in danger and not know what to do. When those times would come Nobody would put the other’s mind to rest before taking over and handle what the other could not.

Nobody was not nice, nor happy by any means. He was made of pain and thus that’s all he ever should be, but sometimes when Aiday was safe and dreaming; he could be found giving the other a tiny smile.


Art (Please full view all of these);

Aiday moments before Nobody came into existence by Jellybeanlies

Aiday painting the Shadow over him by mercurybird



The Path Of Nobody; (150 words including explanation.)

Do you see that road?
Beyond the old tree?
The one that's barely there?

That's the path that Nobody takes
Every night and day
The path that Nobody guards.
From the living's sight

Where Nobody hunts and Nobody fights
Where Nobody cries and Nobody hides
And Nobody scares the others away
From the one, he holds so dear

So little child
You shouldn't go
Down the path of Nobody

You scoff and roll your eyes
As you head for the path
"If nobody's there then what shall I fear?"
You mock

So when I hear you scream
I won't go to rescue you
After all, why would I?

Nobody's there.

Explanation:
Aiday's den is down the trail where his mother died. Some plumies started rumors that his mother's ghost haunts the trail. This leads to plumies getting dared to go down it. Nobody doesn’t like this.


Thank you to Bonus, Mythy and Lilith-the-fallen for helping me correct my form ^^

[gluue]

Username; WingedInk
Name; Apollo
Gender; Male
Personality; (Max 250 words)
Back Story; (Max 700 words)
Art; (Max 3 pieces)
Extra; (Cannot be art, if writing max is 150 words)
Possible red ;v;

[apricity]

Username; morning rain
Name; Amoris
Gender; either male/gender fluid
Personality; Amoris tends to lean on the passive side. Although he can be amiable when called for, he prefers keeping to himself and is reflective on himself and others. He is often melancholy, isn't the galaxy a lonely place?
Back Story; (Max 700 words)
Art; (Max 3 pieces)
Extra; (Cannot be art, if writing max is 150 words)

[Alkene]

Didn't really feel the connection anymore with this doll </3 Art goes to winner as long as you give credit to me for drawing them! Good luck, you all ;w;

[altiora]

Username; Ex-Dee / Name; Trinket / Gender; Male

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Personality;

There are many ways to describe Trinket; philosopher; adventurer; believer in that there is no such thing as an accident, although there is also no such thing as fate nor destiny, and that with the path you walk, you walk on your own, even if there are others by your side – they have separate paths that only coincide momentarily.
But that describes him coldly. And Trinket is flawed and can be cold. He can be spiteful with no regret though he never hides any forgiveness of those who make up for their mistakes. He thinks of people in groups – the people who are bold and the people who are smart, for example – but doesn’t discriminate – groups are not levels of high and low, but of spectrums and palettes.
He is still a child in some ways. He never lost the spark children have to create and imagine and he uses that spark to imagine something good at the end of something hard. He doesn’t give up, but not through determination, but through the fact that life keeps going, so he follows the opportunities it gives him.
He never stops moving or thinking – ADHD, he thinks - as occasionally he regrets actions that were made on impulse and it is sometimes hard to keep his emotions constrained.
And if likes and dislikes are a part of personality, then his personality would include never-ending walks, and discoveries abound, creative and original, but would also carry a hatred of being still.

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Back Story;

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If you'll be my star
I'll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
When I turn jet black
And you show off your light
I live to let you shine

But you can skyrocket away from me
And never come back if you find another galaxy
Far from here with more room to fly
Just leave me your stardust to remember you by

If you'll be my boat
I'll be your sea
A depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity
Ebbing and flowing
And pushed by a breeze
I live to make you free

But you can set sail to the west if you want to
And pass the horizon, 'til I can't even see you
Far from here
Where the beaches are wide
Just leave me your wake to remember you by

If you'll be my star
I'll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
When I turn jet black
And you show off your light
I live to let you shine

But you can skyrocket away from me
And never come back if you find another galaxy
Far from here with more room to fly
Just leave me your stardust to remember you by

Stardust to remember you by

-Boats and Birds
The song that was sung
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To be Alive

Trinket was born at 3:44am after a hazardous birth, but both Trinket and his mother survived, though his mother was left weak due to being quite old at the time of his birth. His mother would never regret it though; he was born beautiful with blue and violet patterns like outer space and lightning strikes mixed together, and as he grew older, and his personality grew with him, his mother knew he was beautiful in personality also. Neither mother nor child knew where the father was, but the two were at peace, and the two of them were happy. The mother named Trinket after a gift the father gave the mother before disappearing; a fragile necklace with a charm of two circles which held a blue stone with a tint of purple.

To Dare to have Memories

As he grew up Trinket was morbidly curious. He wanted to know everything, from how the sun gave warmth to why creatures died. If he could find out himself he would; many memories of his childhood were of him ducking under water to see how long he could go without breath and measuring long days to see if the time between day and night and night and day were the same.

To Crave Creation

After discovery came creativity, as Trinket found out how things were made then made them different. In his younger teenage years, his room was strange and odd; stone carpets of many little bits of slate stitched on hand-sewn blankets; Curtains made out of feathers of peacocks that were shucked occasionally from the peacocks that stroll around here themselves; wood and stone all twisted together, some bits burned, some healthy, some dirty and others polished and gleaming with varnish to create a modal of a tree the size of Trinket himself, to name a few curiosities in his living space.

To Leave

Was it that Trinket’s mother eventually expected Trinket to leave? For when he was younger, and even when he was older and woke with nightmares in his view and whimpers in his ears, his mother sang a song she had heard long ago. It spoke of times where things were happy, then spoke of things that had left, then spoke of memories remaining, and it said how much his mother had loved him. And as he admitted that he needed to leave, that the night skies were calling for him and the mountains desired the steps of his paws, his mother hugged him and sang that song once more.

To be satisfied

There was a difference between happiness and satisfaction, and Trinket expects that to be his greatest discovery. For he wasn’t always happy, walking in piercing rain and stumbling over sharp rocks and getting lost in deep forests. He wasn’t happy leaving his mother behind.

But he was satisfied with his life.

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Art;
✖Full Size✖

✖Non GIF✖

All art by me

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Extra;

Breathe in that cold air,
And yawn it out hot.
Tell old fables in front of a fire,
And scream old ghost stories in an old forest.

Life isn't meant to be taken easy,
And life isn't meant to die.
You need to run or stay and swing,
You need to live and fly.

You've got to try and swallow sour spirits,
And relax in boiling volcanic copper pots.
Build halls with stone then knock it all down,
Sing plants sweet songs then burn it all when it's dead.

Don't go so far you faint,
But don't stay as still so you turn to stone.
Or ignore this all and do what you want,
Even if what you want is to be alone.

Because life is never easy;
And all breath to breathe out is hot,
Leave your lives where they are and run or hide,
Or stay inside, alone.

Accidently editited as I didn't see the no-editing; I have removed the edit.

[.: SongBird :.]

Username ;; .: SongBird :.

Name ;; West

Gender ;; Genderfluid, Prefers to be male.

Personality ;; Shy, dreamer, honest, loyal, Studious

Back Story ;;

Being alone was empty - but lucky for me i had my feather quill pen to fill in the gaps of my story. I started to write fluently when I was at the young age of 4 - and thoroughly enjoyed it. I started to write novels, and soon took the subject in my GSCE'S. I soon got a job when I left secondary school as a journalist, though didn't quite turn out how my company wanted it to go. Apparently, they needed juicy gossip.

xoxoxoxox

I sit alone in the darkness
Waiting...
Waiting for them to
come back to me.
Can they hear my cries?
Can they feel my tears?
Can they sense my breaking heart?
God only knows such a fact.

How can this be, that they
can't see me?
Is it because I'm sitting alone in
the darkness?
I just walk past everyone as if
I were invisible.

I think I should move on,
But something tells me to wait.
It's my heart.

I don't believe in god, but still I pray.
That, some how, some day
You'll be back in my life,

To sooth my problems away,
As I return to sit alone in
the darkness...
Waiting . . .

Once when I was little
I was happy and carefree
I used to run around laughing
Until it was time for tea
I used to play games
And smile all the time
I used to feel on top of the world
I used to feel fine

It's amazing how things change
When people let you down
And how that once happy face
Turns into a solemn frown
I search and search
For someone who cares
Anyone who understands
Anyone who dares

Loneliness, it hurts
It kills you deep inside
It makes you feel empty
It stops you in your stride
I cry myself to sleep
Hugging my pillow tight
Wishing for someone
To hold me through the night

Once when I was little
I was happy and carefree
Now my life's full of sadness,
Pain and misery
Once when I was little
I was never on my own
But now I pray at night
''I wish I wasn't alone'

[Froas]

Username; Froas
Name; Maximus [maybe idk]
Gender; Male
Personality; (Max 250 words)
Back Story; (Max 700 words)
Art; (Max 3 pieces)
Extra; (Cannot be art, if writing max is 150 words)

reserve

[Lady Sif]

Whoops, ignore this post.

[glassesprotag]

possible mark ovo