[wickedbvnes]

reserve

[Jaskiest]

dropping out due to rule change, can't handle unlimited art oops ;w; please pm me if won so i can give you the art i started!

[BecNessMonster]

Name:
Gender: Male
Five words that describe them: Trickster- actor- artist- insane- deadly
Explanation for each word: (200 words per word max)
About the dice: (could be art/writing/poem; it just has to be abut his dice)

wip

[pidgeoncat]

Name: Sagt - German for dice
Gender: Male (FtM Transgender)
Five words that describe them: innovative /
Explanation for each word: (200 words per word max)
About the dice:

his dice glow whenever he throws them
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[ancientwings]

Name:
Gender: (boy)
Five words that describe them:
Explanation for each word: (200 words per word max)
About the dice: (could be art/writing/poem; it just has to be abut his dice)

Res if I have enough time~

[Venatici]

marking! u V u

[koegami]

mark

[nyabeille]

dropping out - good luck!!

[gomi.]

Name:
Colton Hidgea (hid- gee-ah)

Gender:
Male

Five words that describe them:
Mysterious - Friendly - Passive - Selfish - Insane(ish) -

Explanation for each word:
Mysterious--
Colton is what you might call mysterious, silent except when he's muttering to himself, occasionally the dice when in his insane state.

Friendly--
His strange affliction aside, Colton is actually very friendly, maybe even desperate for friends. Maybe it's because he doesn't want to have to handle the dice alone. Either that, or the dice need more sacrifices. Befriend Colton at your own risk!

Passive--
Colton doesn't care about much, except getting friends and the dice. Because of this he's kind of forgetful, forgetting even important things like eating or that his "friends" are there when he says something personal.

Selfish--
If in trouble, don't expect Colton to save you, because he'll be already gone, probably leaving a comedic yet totally unrealistic cloud of dust.

Insane(ish)--
I'm pretty sure you get what this means, (if you read the story). He hears the dice blah blah blah.

About the dice:(339 words)
"Colton? Colton, please! What's wrong?" She screamed. Colton ignored her cries, and walked closer and closer, smiling. "Isn't it strange? How the dice, it controls everything? Every gamble, raffle, little insignificant games. Even life and death." He sighed. "Did you know that, Mimi? Even life and death." As he came to a stop in front of the crying kiamara, he frowned. "Im so, so sorry. They told me to do it. They are always right, you know, the dice..." A bloody pair of dice clacked to the floor.

It started a year ago. I had never really taken an interest in gambling, but one day I decided to try it. Somewhere over yonder some gamblers were playing a game with dice. I didn't know what it was called, but I decided to play. They told me the rules, guess the number the dice will land on. I said my guess, and as the dice landed on my number, I felt weird. I should have stopped right then. I should have taken my win and quit. But I didn't. But then again, how could I know? How could I know I would get cocky, greedy even. I would live on gambling. How would I know that when I heard the dice speaking to me, telling me the answers, it wasn't the dice. I was just going insane, drowning in my money? Loosing days of sleep staying awake gambling, sugary energy drinks destroying my brain. But, it was too late. I once bet thousands, I expected the dice to whisper to me. But it didn't. I panicked, but I was still too far in. I guessed. I lost. I spiraled downwards. I couldn't understand, What had I done? Then it hit me. I must have angered them, the dice. What I did? I don't know. I was crazy. Then I could hear them. But now they didn't tell me numbers. They gave me instructions. And I was insane enough to follow them. Soon enough I bought my own pair so I could hear them better. I could hear them for days. Blood filled days. But suddenly I was released from their grip. Left with barely any memory and a skull shattering headache, I tried to forget what little I remembered. But my sanity was short lived. A week or so later, I could hear them again. And the cycle goes on.

[Tart]

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