[nimuulap]

❆ Ｓｅｔｓｕｋｏ ❆
Ｔｈｅ Ｓｎｏｗ Ｃｈｉｌｄ
雪子 ❆

❅ Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ:
purpleandaj ❆




❅ Ｎａｍｅ: Setsuko Okazaki (Meaning Snow Child in Japanese) 雪子 ❆




❅ Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ: Male ❆




❅ Ｓｃａｒｆ: (See below) Words:
"I'm leaving for France."

"Here's a gift!"

"I love you." ❤

"Please come back..."

News: Plane to France crashes

There will be lots of snow on the runways...

Snow on the runways... ❄

Setsuko... ❄

Aishiteimasu (I love you in Japanese)

Don't you love the snow? ❅






Ｔｈｅ Ｓｔｏｒｙ: It was such a peaceful night, yet there so much joy in the little city. The bustling of the last minute shoppers had now stopped and silence had descended over the town. Two Plumies in a small house sat alone together in front of the crackling fire. Occasional chatter could be heard as the couple exchanged a few gifts. One of them soon gave the other a medium-sized box, wrapped in a Christmas-red ribbon. The navy blue Plumie happily accepted the gift and unwrapped it with care, knowing it took a long time for his love to wrap it up. He smiled as he pulled out and hugged the warm, mysterious gift; a long scarf with several ornaments hanging off the wool material, shimmering with silver. Little white detailed sparkles covered the present like snow. It was the happiest moment for the Plumie as he hugged the other and kissed her on the cheek. He felt so grateful for the other Plumie; nothing could ruin this moment. However, after the exchanges of gifts, the Plumie had to announce some sad news to the one who received the dear gift:
"I'm leaving for France tomorrow..."
"..."

(194 words total) ❅






Ｓｔｉｌｌ ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ Ｒｅｔｕｒｎ...


xxxxxxxxxDear mon amour (my love),

❄ On the very first Christmas, I accidentally dropped a picture frame,
I saw a picture of you and me together but it wasn't the same.
I smiled and wrote you a letter, telling you to come back, but after the wait,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyou still didn't return... ❅

❄ On the second year of Christmas, I wore the scarf everyday.
It reminded me of you, and I wish you would've stayed.
So I decided to write again, but there was so much to learn, however...

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyou still didn't return... ❅

❄ By the third year of Christmas, I started writing nonstop.
I refused to let my pen drop. But no matter how many letters I've sent through twists and turns,

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyou still didn't return... ❅

❄ On the fourth Christmas, I started getting depressed.
Writing with no answers was just too much stress.
However I did not give up, even if my heart burned.
But what stung was the fact that

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyou still didn't return... ❅

❄ On the fifth Christmas that I spent, I couldn't remember anything.
I was told I was hit by a car, but all I felt were the stings.
All I knew was I loved you and my heart was torn, but no matter what

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyou still didn't return... ❅

❄ By the sixth Christmas, I remembered everything I lost.
From the very beginning to when our paths crossed.
I remembered that six years ago,


you died...



❄ Finally when the seventh year came, I wrote so many letters,
but I only wanted one wish.
That wish was for you to come back, but it felt so selfish.
But no matter what I did or what I wished...


xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyou still didn't return... ❅

(280 words total)



(When I first saw this Plumie, I thought of Tomoya Okazaki from Clannad and it had a very sad story to it ;w; And I was reading this short doujinshi of USUK (shipping) and there was this inspirational poem ;w; So the style of the poem is not 100% my idea, it came from the inspiration of anime. But the plane crash and the scarf were original ideas. Sorry if the poem sounds really bad ;A;)

[waterstar.]

Austins scarf is a dark gray color. Her
scarf has a series of blue and white
stripes along the bottom sides. The
middle part that goes around her neck
has a white snowflake with small
white dots with dark blue dots to blend
like snow. She wears it around almost
anywhere. It is supposedly the thing
that keeps her from getting frost-bite.
It's said that her breath is just so cold
that her body is as cold as a cold
blooded reptile, even though her body
works as that of a mammals.

username -- waterstar2002
full name -- Austin Haust
gender preference -- female

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name pronunciation: ah-stun hah-st
nickname(s): Autsin, Austy
species: plumerian
age: twenty-one
birthday: Sept. 19
sexuality: bisexual
nationality: American
religion: atheist
state: Alaska
currently lives: Alaska
languages spoken: english
native language: english
relationship status: single
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skills ::
energy -- ★★★
speed -- ★★
endurance -- ★★★★★
intelligence -- ★★★
offense -- ★★★★★
defense -- ★★
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Health: good health
Memory: moderate
Senses: moderate
Allergies: seasonal
Handicaps: none
Medication: none
Phobias: arachnophobia
Addictions: none
Mental Disorders: none

Username: waterstar2002
Name: Austin
Gender: female
Design a scarf (written or drawn): [[max 200 words]]
How they come to own the scarf: [[max 200 words]]
Extra: [[can be whatever, writing or art idk]] [[ONE ONLY]]
Extra: [[can be whatever, writing or art idk]] [[ONE ONLY]]

[noreptiles_]

Username;;
K~Dog
Name;;
Qaspiel
{Angel who rules the Moon}
Gender;;
Male
Design a scarf;;
Qaspiel's scarf would be a wool scarf. The top and bottom of the scaft would start at a dark-grey to a light grey. There'd be small snowflakes on it, scattered around in different shapes and sizes. It'd be slightly frilly at both ends and the frillies would be a mix of black, grey & white. It'd be wrapped around his neck in a double loop. To put it on, he'd loop it around his neck twice, and then take one end over and down through the neck loops and tie the ends.
Word Count: 92
How they come to own the scarf;;
On a winter night in January, Qaspiel was trotting through a barren forest with about one foot of snow on the ground. His foot caught on something, and he tripped and fell to the ground. After regaining his bearings, Qaspiel wobbly stood and looked down at what made him stumble. It was a small (or so it seemed) grey & white cloth. His mouth gripped it, and he tugged on it gently to reveal a two foot long scarf. His eyed widened in surprise and he quickly looked around, but no one was there. Shrugging his frosty shoulders, he quickly double looped it and walked deeper into the icy forest, snow now slowly falling.
Word Count: 114
Favorite Quote;;
In the End,
No one will be left,
to cry for the fallen.
Word Count: 13
About Him;;
Qaspiel is suffering from depression and is skitzo effective. The trees shadows are always reaching, and grabbing, trying to pull him down. He's been like this since a young Plumari, and has never had any True Friends. He's at the age of 16, and avoids everyone and everything in his path. His eye never stay off the ground, and he seems to disappear around spring and summer time, only to appear around winter. Qaspiel is always moving around, and has no possessions except his scarf so it's easier to move around. His heart is broken, and cannot love anyone, and hopes that one day, the shadows will leave him alone, and he'll be happy again. But that’s never gonna happen right?
Word Count: 121

[RainbowCharizard]

Username: RainbowCharizard

Name: Arnost, meaning determined, stubborn. Also rhymes with frost, heheh
However, over time, the plumie comes to disowning this name, going around as pretty much nameless...

Gender: Male, but disregards gender // it, its pronouns





Design a scarf (written or drawn):
This plumie’s scarf consists of broken branches it finds in the snow. They are woven and curled around the neck until they make a minimalistic, yet fashionable accessory. The branches usually have snow on them, which doubles the beauty, of course. Since this plumie lives in a cold area, the snow on its “scarf” does not melt.

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How they come to own the scarf:
This scarf is often being “renewed” with new branches found on the forest floor. This plumie has taken a liking to branches and twigs because they remind it of its “former life” (read the extra to find more about that…) and because they are so rare in the area in which it lives, which is practically just snow all around, with the occasional tree. Not to mention that since it snows so much there, many fallen branches may be covered up with snow, irretrievably gone. Anyway, branches are considered a luxury by this plumie.

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Extra:

Why you.
Why did it have to be you.

...wondered the lone plumerian, its dark fur providing striking contrast from the snow it was encumbered with.

Nothing but white stretched out in all directions. Only faint purple mountains lined with trees jutted from a point somewhere in the distance. The plumerian shivered, picking up its pace to a light trot.

You were the one who made that deal. You pay the price for being so foolish, you.

...It said to itself. The plumerian's mind began to wander, as did its cold, numb paws...

Orange and yellow lights filtered through the window as the lone plumerian entered the building.
It stopped in its tracks when it saw the other.

"It's you."

...said the lone plumerian with surprise.

"Yes, me. We have unfinished business to attend to."

"I thought you'd risen above your need for revenge."

"All your pleading won't change my mind. You will pay, dearly."

More plumerians, obviously sided with the other, began to gather, eyes glinting with malice.

"You must retrieve the treasure up high on the mountaintop. If you fail, my men and I will be after you until the bitter end."

"I won't be bossed around by the likes of you!"

"Now, now, you must remember who you're talking to. You are nothing. I am everything."

The other gestured towards the plumerians gathered around him, who by now had begun to whisper...

"Let us at 'em!"

In a tight spot, the lone plumerian reconsidered.

...The blizzard became very thick. The plumerian squinted, testing visibility by putting a paw in front of its face. The mountain disappeared. The sky became dark. A wave of fear crept over it. Then resignation.

It lay down in the snow, tears forming at the corners of its eyes.

I never thought you'd cry, you.

It waited. And waited.

Why aren't you dead yet, you.

It found it could get up, though its legs felt oddly heavy.
Snow clung to its dark fur.
It looked around.

You must be dead... you.

Snow stretched out in all directions, the sky light once more. The plumerian, feeling a wave of fresh strength, began walking, but in no direction in particular. It was dead, after all...?

But no, it wasn't dead. The plumerian was very much alive. Only, it thought it was dead.
And so it wandered the snowy landscape, forever trapped in its illusion.

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[BecNessMonster]

Username:BecNessMonster
Name:Jensen
Gender:Male
Design a scarf: his scarf is a long transparent blue gossamer scarf, with frayed ends, and simple snowflake designs hand cross stitched on it. The blue is a faded blue, like the sky, it has some faded patch's along it, and a few small rips from catching on branch's and tearing.
How they come to own the scarf: When he was young he had always feared the cold, he hated the idea of being cold and had in return gotten a scarf, which much later as he grew up he soon relised that the cold didnt bother him, but he had grown quite attached to the scarf and keeps it around.
Personality: Jensen is Shy, and rather skittish, he often is found wandering and keeping to him self, he doesn't like communicating to others and if he ran in to another he would much rather make movements and gestures instead of speaking, he has forgotten how to speak some words and is quite humble, he often blushes and loves compliments.
Extra:art wip

[Golden.AUO]

Username: Bloodscythe
Name: Tiberius
Gender: Male
Design a scarf (drawn):

How they come to own the scarf:
It wasn't the prettiest scarf, but it came from the heart. That's all that mattered to Tiberius as he wrapped it around his neck. A gift from his mother way back in his youth. It was supposed to keep the chill off him while it eternally snowed around him. Of course, it was a little too long for the little guy. His mom didn't really know how to make a scarf, but that didn't stop her from getting the yarn and knitting one for her precious child. He thanked her everyday for it, especially when he felt its warmth break through his icy fur.
Bit of History:
The poor child was always so cold. The smattering of frost layered on his fur never dissipating no matter how many blankets were added. It was a miracle that this child was even alive; he had been born seemingly lifeless, even taking several tries from the doctors to revive him. The cold bundle, handed to his mother, responded with a weak cry for comfort as he regained life. It was the same throughout his childhood; going to his mother for his problems first and foremost.
Adjusting to adulthood was a tough stage. He couldn't go back to his mom, he had to solve it himself with some help from his mother. Even the few friends he did make weren't much of a comfort to him; their eyes spoke of their thorough worry for him, especially when piles of snow gathered on his fur. He knew his condition wasn't quite natural, but it didn't help his confidence when even those who knew him gave such concerned looks.
Tiberius, Winter's Omen, that's what he heard often once he cut his ties to his old life. Living a life of solitude so he could thrive. Of course, he kept contact with his mother.
Art:

*sketch incase I can't finish.

[Travis]

Username: stuck in your radio.
Name: Malachi [Mal, Mala, Chi]
Gender: Transgender [Male > Female // she/her pronouns]
Likes/Dislikes [extra 1]: ✔ snow / winter / hot chocolate / coldness / being alone | ✖ summer / sunny days / noisy people / bullies
Scarf: xxx
How they come to own the scarf:
Snow crunched softly under her paws as she walked out of her house and into the darkness. A lantern glowed as it swung back and forth from her mouth, shedding a soft light upon the trees and ground. Not that she needed it; she could see perfectly fine in the dark. But it was nice to have anyway.
Gentle snowflakes fell down around her as she made her way down the familiar path, stepping over twigs and rocks. She jumped over a fallen tree that was blocking the path, and stepped into the clearing she knew like the back of her paw.
Sitting down next to a small ring of stones, Mal sat the lantern down onto the ground and took a match out of her bag. She put it in the lantern, and dropped the match on top of the campfire. A fire roared into life, shedding light onto the surrounding area.
She suddenly spotted a shadow on a tree branch, waving in the wind. She padded over, only to discover it was a scarf. She picked it up in her paws and wrapped it around her neck, liking the soft, knitted feel of it around her neck. // [word count: 199/200]
Haiku [extra 2]:
Snow falls gently down,
wind blows coldly through the trees;
This is Winter's time.

[SplashofOrangeJuice]

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Username: SplashofOrangeJuice
Name: June
Gender: Female
Design a scarf: It's a slight ombre silver color, with the lightest color creating the design, and the fabric with a chevron crinkle to it (similar to this: x).


How they come to own the scarf: This scarf used to be her mothers. It was given to June on her fourteenth birthday, and it was kept in very good condition. Her mother got it when she was just a girl, and when she moved to the US (more on this below) it kept her safe and out of harms way. It isn't anything super special, but since it has sentimental value, June would never dream of giving it away.
A bit of info:

Her name may seem odd to you but it was chosen as June is one of the winter months in the Southern Hemisphere. Her mother came to the US as a young adult from New Zealand, and in honor of her home country and favorite time of year, named her daughter June.

June's favorite place is the beach, and quite enjoys the west coast (Washington to California). Her favorite beach is Laguna Beach in CA, but she also really like to explore the rocky coasts of Oregon. While exploring, she likes to collect items she finds, and tuck them away in her bag. Some of her most treasured and common finds are beach glass, seashells, and lost trinkets from the various beach-goers.
June's favorite type of music could be described as "beach punk", but folk, indie and pop-punk are all appreciated as well. One of her recent favorites is a band called Beach Fossils. June suggests you look them up, if that's your sort of thing.
As for other hobbies, June can be found doodling in her sketchbooks, designing and working on her studies. She would like to become an engineer or scientist of some kind after her studies. [[199/200]]
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Aaaah, marking if I find the time !

[ophanimera]

Username: pterodactyl
Name: Maverick Pike
Gender: Agender/Genderfluid, male or neutral pronouns (he/him/his, they/them/their)

Their scarf is near impossible to see, as it is made of a glassy material. In fact, it's not made of glass or ice at all, but instead, a special fabric woven and imbibed with this plumerian's own breath. The breath being put into the scarf was rather an accident, but the scarf itself is quite useful, stretching to it's limits smoothly and obscuring the wearer from sight, if only partially. The fabric without the breath inside is actually special by itself, appearing as dark as void without the iridescent, glassy shimmer.

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I was wandering in the woods, you see...

They told me to be safe, but I was just another "young invincible", I suppose. I thought crutches to protect myself from nature were silly and impractical, virtually pointless.

I was just wandering, you hear?

I crunched over the dead leaves in the dwindling light, brushing against trees that became difficult to see. I meandered through until I crossed paths with a well. I turned away, but no matter what path I took, I returned to the same place. Was my compass faulty?

I wandered off the path, tasting snowflakes...

I tasted the salty perspiration beading up. The well pulled me closer and I peered over its lip into dark, frigid water.

I felt like the ground was jerked from beneath me, and I fell in. I plunged under, but stopped, hitting a solid, yet dry bottom.

I was searching for warmth desparately, clawing blindly. I grasped in mild darkness, when something dark grazed me. It was warm and wrapped itself around my neck. When I blinked, I awoke, outside.

[wepkir]

Username:
GoldenDayDreamer
Name:
Angelo Di Nox
-Angel of the Night-
Gender:
Male
Design a scarf (written or drawn): [[make 200 words]]

How they come to own the scarf: -200 Words-
I walked down the path, my breath coming out in frosted puffs. I had been going on a hike for hours, and decided it was time to come home. I heard peaceful murmurs in the distance, and knew I was heading near my village. A sigh escaped my throat. This was my home. I walked down the path, greeting all faces. Children ran around me, then sprinted away, not bothered by the cold in the least. Being a daycare teacher, I called out to them to be careful, but they payed no attention. I wrapped my make-shift scarf around my mouth, the frost numbing my nose. As I walked, I noticed a small child admiring a piece of cloth she had knitted herself. I slowly inched closer, marveling at the skill used to create the cloth. She turned, and grinned at me, waving a small hand. She grabbed the cloth, and thrust it in my direction. Surprised, I realized that the cloth was a scarf, smooth as silk, and warm as a fire. I took off my scarf, and wrapped the new one around my neck, delighted. I turned to say thanks, and she beamed. Christmas cheer was getting around.
Extra: [[can be whatever, writing or art idk]] [[ONE ONLY]]
I ran down the path, hearing the delighted screams of laughter behind me. Encouraged, and somewhat alarmed, I ran faster. The little pounding of feet followed me the whole way, somehow keeping up with my swift strides.
"We're gonna catch you!" A little girl screamed.
I recognized that voice, somehow. It was that girl who had gifted me my precious scarf.
Before I could entirely focus on that voice, I was tackled to the ground, and my breath escaped my chest, leaving me wheezing. Several other children jumped onto my back, squeaking and laughing in delight. I could hardly suck in a breath, so I was forced to roll over, dumping the little ones off. Only one child, or...teen, should I say, remained on my chest, and she was laughing.
"Caught you!" She giggled.
"Sona, you're a teen. Come on, get off..." I muttered, grinning as I shoved her off my chest.
I got a good look at her. She was extremely small for her age, which wasn't startling, but was cool at the same time. Speaking of cool, it was comfortingly chilly out. The snow was falling gently, as it always did in my village. Kids scurried around, abandoning their idea of chasing me. Sona rolled her eyes, quietly getting up and dusting the powdery snow off her skirt.
I got up too, taking off my scarf and shaking off the snow. I put it back on, and paused at the look in Sona's eye.
"You won't ever take that off, will you?" she asked.
"I just took it off..." I responded haughtily, turning heel and marching back to the daycare, fully prepared to face and chase a bunch of rowdy little children.
I entered the daycare, and grinned at my little class.
"Hello!" I cheerfully exclaimed, hanging up my coat and clapping my mittened hands together. "So, new class! How are you today?"
"We're good!" They all answered at the same time.
"Let's start with names! I'm-" I started, but was quickly interrupted by a small girl.
"Angelo! My sister talk about you all time!" She managed to say, mispronouncing some words, but I was able to understand her just fine.
"Oh! Well..uh-.." I responded, getting flustered. I cursed the fact that I spend so much time with the girls in my village. It's already a known fact that half of them like me, but really...I'm not looking into it right now.
"My mummy says you HANDSOME!" A little boy called out, raising his hand.
"Uh..."
"My aunty says you're the perfect guy!"
The class rang with the compliments girls (and some guys) gave me. Annoyed at this point, I raised my hand for silence.
"Well, what an introduction...okay. If you want to know about me, ask me questions. But please, be reasonable," I pleaded.
A boy with glasses raised his hand. "Why do you always wear that scahf?" he asked curiously.
Pleased with the question, I smiled. "It was gifted to me. Christmas spirit is getting around, you know," Getting a sudden idea, I sprang up. "How about we make some wreaths to hang around the village houses? That'd be a pretty good first day, don't you guys think?" I asked, looking about.
Their excited yells answered my question as they charged into the supply room of the daycare, mowing down everything in their path. Laughing softly, I followed, wrapping the scarf tighter around my mouth.
Extra: [[can be whatever, writing or art idk]] [[ONE ONLY]]