[TheMightyMeep]

Huehue maybe a res but only if I have time after work |D

[cinnabon]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
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]]

maybe res

[Annekewren]

Ahhhh! Sorry, I thought I still had time and started editing past the deadline. :(

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Username: Annekewren

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Name
Will

Gender
Male♂

Scarf

Even though he is immune to the cold, he takes his scarf with him wherever he goes. It's a ten foot long 'sharing sized' wool scarf. The scarf is dyed to mimic the colors of twilight, fading from a cold indigo to a warm lavender, with tinsel threads woven in.
It wraps several times around his neck, and drapes over his back and head.

Will found himself feeling guilty about the cold weather he seemed to bring and tried to find a way to make it up to the people around him. He found the scarf in a dumpster behind a strip mall. The once beautiful white scarf was covered in coffee stains and had a hole near one end. He decided to take it home and fix it up to sell. But after finishing it he realized that he had become hopelessly attached to it. He takes it with him everywhere and will offer it to anyone who has to spend time near him.

Extra

Ran out of time and couldn't finish my extras D:

[Master of Nothing]

THEOrnithologist

Ｙａｔｅｓ
male

Yates bought the scarf at an Arabic craft fair in Oman, a country on the Arabic Peninsula. It was made by a "fortune-teller", and the symbols represent all of the important things in his life. The moon, stars, and sun represent time and point of view, the arrow represents the direction that Yates chooses in his life path, the heart represents Yate's love, which is made out of a special material that changes colors in different lights, representing his ever-changing desires. The yin-yang symbol represents peace within himself, and his expression of peace. Yates bought it because it had deeper meaning to him than anything else he could've ever bought. He cherishes it and takes it with him everywhere, but is very careful not to get stains on it. He sees his bond to the scarf as something deeper, like the scarf is a part of him.

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『The Scarf』
Yates strolled around the small and rustic town. Brick buildings lined every road, which was the only new thing in the area. A sudden gust of winter wind refreshed Yates, his scarf gracefully riding the wind. Yates breathed in the cool air, chill flowing through his veins. He was temporarily unaware of the unusual loss of weight on his neck, but this soon changed. Yates looked down at his neck, but saw nothing. He searched around his neck with his paw, but felt only his own silky soft fur. He bit his lip nervously and turned around, running. Yates' heart was now beating very fast, worry spreading to his face. He brushed through a very irritable crowd of Holiday shoppers, chasing his scarf that was flowing ever-so-gently in the wind. Each deep breath Yates took produced a thick cloud of white air in front of him.
Come on, Yates thought to himself. not today! He raced through masses of plumerians and dashed from side to side to avoid danger. A young hawk that was returning to her nest knocked the scarf off-course with a mighty blow of her wings. The scarf twirled in the air before finally resting on the top branch of a birch tree. Yates sighed and reluctantly started climbing the tree, gathering many confused glances from passers-by. Once Yates reached the top, he was panting, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead before turning into frost.
He grabbed the scarf and grinned, pleased, holding up the scarf like a trophy. He rested on a sturdy branch, and fastened the scarf back on. Yates checked, as usual, on the heart symbol, which had now turned a mystic purple. He could've sworn he saw the old fortune teller's face in the sky, but another gust of wind mixed with snow whisked it away, carrying the fortune-teller forward to Yates, like a messenger delivering a package. The snow swirled and landed in the heart symbol, now freckled with silver.
Yates smiled and mouthed a "thank you" to the old lady who had given him the scarf. In that moment, his heart received a frilly chill, as if the lady was watching and returning his thanks with a warm embrace.
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[Galactica Tsunami]

Hello! Primal Groudon (also known as Captain Cuttlefish), at your service. I'm a non-owner, but I've decided I'd try out for this babe because it's the cutest thing on the planet.
Please take note that I can only use my IPad for any internet things I care to do, so I apologize ahead of time for any spelling mistakes or weird words that were auto-corrected in a weird way.


This darling's name is Fleur. As in flower.
For a long time, Fleur thought her name was rather unusual because, up until a certain point, she'd never seen a real flower. Her family lived in a seriously cold environment, so flowers didn't grow. She often wondered why her parents would even name her after something that didn't exist. But that one day that she did see a flower... She loved the sight of it, and no longer thought her name was useless.


If you couldn't tell by all the 'hers' in the titled, she is a female. Pretty hard to mess that up.



Fleur's scarf is very pink. Very pink indeed. It's super soft, and has a pendant on the end with a yellow-orange glasslike flower attached to it. She always wears the scarf.


That was it..! Fleur couldn't believe her eyes when she saw it, a bright yellow-orange spark in the landscape of white. It was a real flower, and it didn't seem real. With a little shriek of joy, Fleur turned and ran back into her home, making her way into her parents' workroom. They were scientists, and they would preserve any plants or bugs they found in an odd liquid that would sort of solidify them, giving them a glassy look. She gathered up a scarf, one that was given to her by her grandmother and was incredibly soft, and a scarf-pendant, then ran out to the flower. Carefully, she plucked the flower from its stem and dipped it in the solidifying-goo. Sitting in the snow, she hung it from a branch as she waited for the goo to dry. Once it dried, she took the glassy flower and attached it to the pendant, then attached the pendant to the scarf. It was perfect! Fleur was very fond of this scarf, and she no longer believed her name was useless now that she found it. She wore the scarf ever since, just to remind herself that, no matter what the situation may be, she is not useless in any way.


Fleur grew up in a busy family, with two brothers and a pair of scientists for parents. They lived out in a barren, icy landscape, where few plants grew and sunlight was scarce. Fleur had always wondered why she had such a useful name until she found the flower. Her brothers would usually ignore her and just play along with themselves, but when they weren't ignoring her, they were usually picking on her. Her parents were always busy, as well, with research and all that. Because she had very little social interaction, Fleur grew into a serious introvert. She never had time to bond with family or anyone else, so she grew to rarely express her feelings and care mostly for herself. Her grandmother was the only one in her family who really payed attention to her, so Fleur was absolutely devastated when she passed away. She normally spends her nights alone out on a particular snowy hill, watching the stars as they slowly float by overhead. She feels like those stars above her head, at least, would be friends with her if they could talk.

[dogshrimp]

Gah... too busy with finals to finish

[10ke]

Hello! I'm sugar rush;; and yet to get my first plumie~!

My name is Twilight, I am a male.
This is the story of a scarf I got a long time ago
Heres a picture of it:

How I got to get this scarf:

The young plumie looked through the bars of the school and saw a number of others playing around in the playground, all wearing scarves and hats. He frowned, as his family was poor, and couldnt afford warm clothing. Not that he needed it, he just liked the feel of it, and maybe it could conceal his snowy weather. It was christmas eve, and he knew he wouldnt be getting much for christmas, but it still pleased him to get anything.

As the sun went down, his mother tucked him into bed, his bed being a patched up blanket and a small, hard pillow, he soon dropped off and dreamed of snow and jingle bells. Soon, he woke up, and rushed downstairs to check his stocking. He put his paws inside and pulled out a thick woolly scarf, with his faviroute color on, blue.

Extras:

Winter's child
Snow whirls around,
like fruit in a blender.
It howls and yowls
and screeches, too.
It all circulates
around a young plumie.
Wearing a striped
scarf, with stars on.
This is the winter's child

[Esther~]

Username: *~Blizzard~*

Name: Flurry

Gender: Female

Design a scarf (written or drawn): This scarf is a navy blue and looks similar to a bandana.On each side of this scarf that looks like a bandana is a scarf string that goes halfway down her arms.The scarf has white dots all over it as if it is acually made with snow.

How they come to own the
scarf: Flurry was born as an icy child.Always adoring the cold.As she grew she noticed other plumerians wearing ear muffs and scarfs.Flurry adored this.She went store to store,but none seemed fit enough for her.She quickly went home and made her very own scarf.From that day on she wore that scarf.

Extra(Personality): Flurry is selfless and puts others before her.She can be elegant though once you've acually got to know her.Alongside with these traits she is very loyal to her friends and will protect them even if her powers must be used.

[~Soul~]

[list]

Username: ~Soul~
Name: Kalista
Greek; meaning Most beautiful one
Gender: Female
Design a scarf : Shown to the left
How they come to own the scarf:
"Stop that girl!" someone shouted as she ran through the crowed subway train that was still sitting at the station. She had, had her eye on this scarf as soon as the man walked on the train the stop before. It made things even simpler when the crowed train got even warmer doing to the amount of people on it. Once his scarf was off and placed on his lap it was all to easy. Once the train had stopped all she did was get up, acted as if she was getting off and as she passed him grabbed the scarf and ran for it. She managed to push her way down a couple cars and when the driver instructed that the doors would be closing soon she turned and got off the train and jumped onto the platform. Smiling with pride at her little accomplished and felt like singing. She watched as the train left and wrapped the scarf around her neck, noticing the initials A.D. on the scarf and shrugged. They must be the initials of the guy she stole it from, but she didn't care. With her prize in hand she walked back home. ( 198 / 200 )

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Kal's Personality

Kal is a very proud girl that tends to get what
she wants, even if that means she needs to
steal it for herself. Though with her actual
job that she has, she tends to struggle to
make things meet. Though she is a
determined little thief she has her standers,
making sure not to show her hand work
anywhere near her home and work place.
Though she a hard worker, and thief she can
have a quick temper that causes people keep
there distance where she is on a short fuse.
She wont deal with idiots and cant stand
those that tend to look down on her. She
isn't afraid to speak her mind but sometimes
she doesn't know what to keep quiet either.
She is a rather independent girl and very
logical, Kal also tends to be rather cunning
too. Her confidence in what she does drives
her to do better, but she will always be a
thief no matter what. This sly girl is not to be
trusted and will only befriend fellow thieves
as well. She can be an enjoyable girl to be
around when she isn't busy thieving.
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Songs in Kal's Life

Kal started off in an orphanage, never
knowing her parents. Though she spent many
years at the orphanage and never being
adopted she took off at the age of sixteen
and headed off on her own. On the streets
she used her cunning skills and charm to use
people to her advantage, in the orphanage she
was often use as an example to adopting
parents if I young child didn't get adopted soon
and she was tired of being made an example of.
Once on the streets she decided she was going
to make a name for herself and manage to
become something more then a homeless orphan,
that's when she became a thief and decided that
the world would not be enough to please her.
Though she was sloppy and it wasn't long when
she was caught red handed and sent to jail at
the age of eighteen. While there she realized
that she would have to be sneakier, she was let
of easy and as she walked out from the jail
house she was reborn like a Phoenix, knowing
if she got a job, she can't just stop being a thief
be she had go unnoticed.
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[magpie!]

⁂ Hi There! My name's Owlie13! I am a current non-owner looking for a wonderful plumerian to call my own! ⁂

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How Nivei came to own his scarf::

Nivei received his scarf from his mother, several Christmases ago. Although Nivei had told her several times that the cold didn’t bother him, she insisted on making him a scarf for the weather that he always seemed to bring about. The scarf was paw-made from fine cloth, called Starry Shimmer, that Nivei’s mother had invented herself. It was a special cloth that resembled a starry night, and seemed to move about and shimmer as the viewer moved around. The light/teal blue stripes were made of a dyed silk. Nivei treasured the gift, and wore it whenever he could. Though he didn't really get cold, the fabric that the scarf was made from was incredibly soft and comfortable. His mother passed away about a year ago, and so he remembers her by wearing the special scarf.
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(an excerpt from Nivei’s Journal)

❝ December 18th::

The first snow of winter is truly a beautiful sight, especially at nighttime. The lights outside our house blur with the flurry and an ominous, but equally beautiful, scene occurs.

I had discovered not too long ago that I had a gift. The power to control snow. Well… it’s not really controlled. Usually it just comes about and I find myself surrounded in a little flurry of snowflakes. Though I’m not bothered by snow and cold weather, the strange looks coming from onlookers bothers me sometimes. Yeah, I see you looking at me. You think I’m odd? So what if I’m a freaking snow king? Why should you care? Yeah you better move along mister, or I’m gonna blast you with snow! Sure… I don’t know how to do that yet… but whatever!

Haha, anyways, Christmas is coming up! Mother says she’s making me something special for me, and I can’t wait to see it. It’s probably some sort of fancy accessory! Mother’s talented, she can play with cloth and string and make beautiful pictures out of it. I am always fascinated at her talent… It’s quite amazing to watch. ❞
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Not very good at oekaki, so I hope traditional is acceptable. :3

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