[Qualeo]

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Username

Qualeo


Name

Marilyn

Why does she wear the bells/Their significance



Marilyn is a quiet girl, but at the same time struggles with the need for attention. She is note mute - rather her voice is incredibly soft. With her social anxiety and crippling fear of crowds, she found it impossible to satisfy her need for attention while at the same time avoiding any emotional triggers from socializing with others. The bells give her sound, a noise that draw the attention of those around her. Granted it sometimes draws more attention that she can emotionally handle, but they help her feel noticed. They help her feel that she is more than just background noise.

Writing of some sort



"ah Marilyn!"

The little girl squeaked in surprise, though her own shock was overshadowed by the large man in front of her as he turned around. He looked down at the little girl, who pulled nervously on her dress as her eyes darted around the room in anticipation. His initial shock melted away rather quickly as he smiled warmly at her, bending down before scooping up the startled little girl in to his arms.

"Quiet as a mouse as usual. My dear child, I think we might have a problem that needs solving" he spoke without any hint of malice or otherwise ill intent, though Marilyn still seemed anxious. She clung to the man regardless, arms wrapped around his neck as he reached over for something hanging on their large Christmas tree. With a quick tug, he yanked the time free before setting his sights on Marilyn, reaching around her head carefully as he supported her with his arms awkwardly. She blinked, eyes widened in surprise as she felt her hair being tugged slightly, instinctively reaching up to swat away his hands before he finally laughed. She stared at him in confusion, tilting her head slightly before freezing at the sound of...a bell?

"Take a look" her encouraged her, toting her to a mirror. Her eyes widened, mind stopping for a moment before she starting crying and hugged the man holding her. He blinked in surprise before returning the gesture.

"Merry Christmas my sweet Marilyn"

[dandyLION]

Hello there!
I am dandyLIONscare; currently a non-owner who enjoys stalking the forums and dying over how amazing plumies are.

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Name: Zenda Illya Quinn; which mean Soul and Life.
The significance of Zenda's bells :
Since birth, Zenda has always had an other-worldly sense about her. It began with the sounds of her cries, they sounded
hollow and echoed and then ended up with the things that she claimed she saw. The thing was that she was connected
to the plain that the souls of the past were, which lead her to be badgered by the good and bad spirits that most could
not see.

But as she grew older, things started to grow worse for her. Her life wasn't always in her control, as she was possessed by
angered spirits and it became a gamble if she would be able to pull out of these possessions. For the fear of her life, the
people she called family looked into holy symbols... bells specifically. Bells are said to guard people against evil spirits and
help the wearer keep control of themselves.

So one Christmas night, her family woke her up to the gentle chimes of bells. Her mother tied them into her hair, smiling
and happy. Her father gave her a necklace that held a large shiny silver bell. Her younger brother put a ribbon with little
bells on it around her tail. And lastly, her older brother gave her bracelets that chimed as she would walk. And finally, Zenda
felt... normal. And it allowed her to start living... living her own life.
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A Story of the Dark Forest :
The frantic sounds of pads hitting the cold winter ground almost echoed throughout the forest. Heavy breathing, and
whimpers following as a young plumerian dodged between the trees. Something...something dark and sinister followed the
youngling as it attempted to make their way towards the light that was at the edge of the forest. But the shadows were
starting to encroach upon the young one.

Ting-a-ling.

Something chimed in front of the scared plumerian, making it trip and fall in-front of the stranger. This plumerian held herself
tall, and proud looking. Her hair had been brushed to one side, with little bells strung into them. She stepped in front of the
incoming shadows, her bells chiming. The shadows softly roared, being stopped in their tracks by the once scared plumerian.

After a short while, the shadows had disappeared and the young one looked up at the stranger. They whispered in almost a
scared tone. "W-who are y-you?" The other looked down, helping the child to their feet with a
gentle smile. "My name is Zenda... Don't be scared anymore." Zenda reached to her tail and
removed a small silver bell, and looked at the child. "Here, this bell will keep you safe."

And with that.. Zenda delivered the child to their parents and all was still. The snow started to slowly fall and collect on
the ground, and Zenda walked into the forest once more to help whoever would be trapped alone.
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[.:sleepycat:.]

this plumie is beautiful!

[ki-neko animura]

Username:
ki-neko animura

Name:
Ekika - precious gift

Why does she wear the bells/Their significance:
Ekika came from money, she had always had it and probably always will, but there is something special about the bells she has. With her money she started an organization called "Silver Bells". Every year starting right after Thanksgiving Ekika and some of her staff hands out these bells to children whom they see are nice, but don't have a lot of money. She tells these children to hang the bell on their front door and send a small letter of what they want for Christmas to the organizations address. Telling the children that they are part of Santa's team. Christmas eve arrives and when the children wake up they find a package on their doorstep from "Silver Bells". Normally the present has one or two expensive gifts that the child wanted, or sometimes a lot of little inexpensive gifts depending on the list. But the parents can see the real gift there, the silver bell which many will hang on their tree for years to come.
But why silver bells? Ekika holds a love for these noise makers. Bells were originally used to send to spread a message, that message was different depending on where you were at. These bells, placed on doors send a message to everyone... this message is also different to everyone. Are they a sign of being nice? Of belief in something greater? Or what, that is for you to figure out and hold as close as Ekika holds hers.
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Writing of some sort:
Silver Bells
Snow falls all through the night
As the green turns into white
Silver bells jingle in the wind

Mirages dressed in white
Travel through winter's fight
Granting wishes to those in need

Children sleep warm in their beds
Waiting for the old man in reds
Gifts await them in the morning light

Joyful cheers are heard in town
The wind unable to drown
The sounds of a child's fun

Silver Bells is a hidden gift
Bringing together the rift
Made by the one thing that can do it
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All art by me

[sinnadaddy]

x

[Travis]

愛子 殺姫

愛子 殺姫
Aiko Satsuki
愛 (ai) xxx 子 (ko)
"love, affection" "child"
殺姫
"killing princess"

Why does she wear the bells? //
A small gray Plumerian made her way towards an abandoned building, her hair billowing in the strong winter winds. Shielding her eyes from the wind, she finally made it inside and gazed around.

The walls were falling apart, letting in drafts from the outside wind. Cracks in the ceiling and floor told her that this place would fall eventually, and almost every single window had a crack in it. The Plumerian pushed aside some rubble and climbed up the stairs, wanting to get to the very top.

However, on the middle floor, she heard eerie noises. They sounded like someone was crying.. but she was the only person there. She looked around for a minute, before seeing a small white figure in the corner. It looked like a Plumerian, but a child.. and it was transparent.

"H-Hello?" She called out hesitantly, taking a step forward. The shape wheeled around and was, in fact, a Plumerian.. but a dead one. It quickly ran up to her, looked around, and shoved a small sack in her paws. "Take this. And leave. Quickly! Do not fear the spirits; these bells shall ward them away. Now go! Before they rise again!"

Confused and weirded out, she raced down the stairs and out of the building. Good timing, too; two more minutes in there and she would have collapsed along with the building.. for it had fell as soon as she ran out.

Looking back, she silently thanked the spirit and walked back towards home.
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Writing of some sort:
Just hear those sleigh bells jinglin', ring-ting-tinglin' too-

The sound of many little bells drew everyone's attention towards the Plumerian dashing across the pavement, the ribbons on her tail flowing out behind her as the bells tied on the ends jingled. Her paws kicked up small bursts of snow as she ran, adding to the snow piling up on the ground.

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you;

Hopping over the low wall, Aiko swiftly ran across the snow, leaving trails of pawprints and little piles of snow. Hearing laughter, she turned her direction and jumped over the small creek in her way that was frozen over.

The snow is fallin' and friend's are callin' "you-who"-

"Aiko!" She skidded to a halt, spraying one of her friends with snow. "Sorry!" she said, out of breath. "As soon as I got your message I ran as fast as I could here." They all laughed at Emily, who was covered in snow.

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with, you..

Aiko climbed into the red velvet sleigh that stood before them. She sat in the way back, getting a higher view of the area. "Aaand we're off!" Emily pushed the sleigh down the mountain and quickly hopped on the back. The sleigh slid down the mountain at an alarming speed, everyone laughing and screaming all the way.

With you..
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[Anza]

[size=85]Sorry...I cant finish the form in time with house renevations! UnU/size]

[serl]

username //
vibrant. I added the squid for fun.
name //
Silvien.
SILL-VEE-N
bells //
It all started on Christmas Eve. Silvien was a young plumerian. Silvien was quite, lonely that night. Her parents had left her, and they went off far away. Silvien was cold in the strong, windy blizzard in the dark forest. Silvien squinted her eyes each time the wind blew harder. Each single fur on her body stood up and flapped in the wind. Silvien heard a jingle, then a slamming noise, then another jingle. Silvien trudged through the deep snow and noticed a sack. The sack had a red ribbon tying it up. Silvien took the silky ribbon off, and it flew into the sky. Silvien reached down into the sack, she could feel something. She plopped over and peeked inside the bag. A note was placed in front of some bells. Silvien couldn't resist, she opened the note. It read,
Dear Silvien,
Right now is hard for you, I know.
Take these bells and wear them wherever you go.
They will tell me where you are so I can watch over you day and night.
And so others will hear.
Love,
Santa Claus.
Silvien rubbed her eyes. Santa wrote her a note! Silvien took the bells out. They were silver bells wrapped in a delicate, red, silky ribbon. She wrapped the first prize around her tail. Two small bells were wrapped on some smaller silk. She tied her hair with them. Three blank ribbons showed in the bag, she wrapped the large one around her neck and the two small ones around her paws. Two bell earrings were at the bottom, she grabbed them and put them on her ears. A bell was connected to a necklace. Her own charm. She tied that around her neck, too. Finally, green jingle bell bracelets were at the bottom. Silvien grabbed the bracelets and put them around her paws.
Silvien trudged through the snow, the wind whispered while she listened. The snow crunched as she felt it. Nobody was near.
"No, I'm not failing life!" Silvien said, she just kept moving. Frost tickled her paw pads and nose. Silvien fell down.
Silvien awoken near a fireplace. She looked around. Silvien noticed a note taped above the fireplace. Silvien padded over to the note and read it.
Dear Silvien,
I helped you again.
Stay in here until the blizzard dies down.
Best of luck,
Santa Claus.
Silvien gasped. Another note from Santa! Silvien walked around. Not a soul was home, just a few scattering white mice. Silvien walked upstairs. She found a sweet, cozy bed. Silvien walked downstairs. She noticed hot cocoa and cookies on the kitchen counter along with a sticky note that said ' Eat up ' on it. Silvien carried the treats upstairs into the room. She set the cookies and cocoa down on the side table. Silvien padded over to the cool fireplace and turned the heat on. She walked into bed, and fell asleep. Silvien has been living in this cabin ever since, all thanks to Santa Claus' thoughtful help.
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[candystars.]

didn't get time to enter (i wouldn't win with the competition anyways pfff) but this girl/guy is so pretty ahhhh

good luck! congrats to the winner!

[oumasai]

Username: Lɪɢʜᴛ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴ Sʟᴀʏᴇʀ
Name: Sylvia
Why does she wear the bells/Their significance: What her mother had told her was that silver bells meant peace and respect. Sylvia was a respectful Plumerian who means absolute no harm and loves to have fun. She enjoys the company of others and loves the sound of the bells, always curious to why the color had to be silver, but it didn't bother her that much. Whenever she's feeling down, Sylvia rings the bell and listens to its echos, soothing her from her pain. It had always been part of her life, and there was never a day where she would take it off!
Writing of some sort: It was Christmas. Sylvia opened her gift with permission, excitedly tearing the wrapper apart. When the box was exposed, she stared at it for a moment before looking at the other Plumerian who delivered to her this gift. She looked back at the gift before opening it with her two paws to reveal a silver bell to hang up on the ceiling of her room, to ring it and help her fall asleep or to stare at it when thinking. "I love it!" She squealed happily, thanking the person over and over again. She picked the bells up, running off to hang it up in her room. Silver bells. Of course, it was the world to her! She loved everyone who gave her silver bells to death. But this Christmas had something more exciting laid out for her...