[koegami]

mark

[Zuppe]

Name:
Gender:
Rough Past: (200 word limit, nothing explicit)
Story: (300 word limit- EITHER: how they found their way to you OR how they made a friend (and who it is, can be a plume or another character)

Maybe

[kidcandy]

maybe if you had given me the time of day,

Name: India Janus Marsh.

janus is the name of a greek warrior who was famously known as "two face"
Gender: male
Rough Past:


"Hi, my name is India Marsh and they called me Maverick. "

It was always raining on the streets of New Jersey and sure, that would cause accidents- both for humans and dogs. Indy's tale begins after a large amount of rain swept through the area, it had cause torrential flooding. His mother had just given birth to him and his three brothers, he was the oldest. After a day or two, the rain got worse and the wind picked up. It started to frighten the mother of four. At that time, Indy and his family lived older the pier. It was protection from the sun and it provided a safe ares for the pups.



Story: (300 word limit- EITHER: how they found their way to you OR how they made a friend (and who it is, can be a plume or another character)

WIP

i wouldn't be who i am today.

[Miavinn]

Name: Nike, after the Greek goddess of victory.
Gender: Female
Rough Past: (200 word limit, nothing explicit)
During this day in age, many rain forests are being decimated for their resources and land. The animals in them dying, becoming endangered or in extreme cases, extinct. Nike was one of the few wild Plumerians to still live in the wild. Her roaming land was soon destroyed and taken by the humans. She watched them cut down the trees, the black smoke curling up into the blue sky. Nike ended up in an adoption ajency.
Story: (300 word limit- EITHER: how they found their way to you OR how they made a friend (and who it is, can be a plume or another character)

[delani]

Name: Micah

Gender: Male

Rough Past: Micah was lost from the first moment he could remember. Waking up in a different place on a cold mat in drizzling rain. He had been all by himself, all of a sudden. Most adults didn't know how to talk to him, how to comfort him, or know even if they could help such a lost soul. All Micah remembered was the bright red and the smoke. Others would later fill him in on the fire that had burned one specific household down in the middle of the night. It was labeled as an accidental fire, but that didn't mean it still didn't hurt. He had been living a happy life before that night, even if he can't even remember it. Not rich or splendid in any means, but with loving parents and a happy heart. Now, Micah keeps to himself. He keeps the pain tightly inside him, refusing to find any comfort. It is said he is mute, and never talks. It is not known if this is a result of his tragedy or not. Micah wanders by himself- always on the streets, never with any friends.

- 188/200
Story: I had been waiting by the door of a restaurant when I met her. It was raining slightly, and I had taken cover under the restaurant's eaves. The rain came down all around me, cold and fast. The sidewalk was thin, putting me close to the road. Cars flew by, hitting puddles inches from my face. They laughed as I was soaked, driving away in heated cars with friends and family. Years ago, rage would have filled my chest. Now I feel nothing, just the dull, empty feeling of loneliness. It was then that the girl had come running up the sidewalk, her coat over her head to protect it from the rain. She seemed like she was in a hurry as she quickly moved closer. Soon, she was just a couple strides from the door. I watched her, but mostly out of boredom. She had just put her paw on the silver handle of the door when she paused. I glanced up from her hand to find her looking at me. She was about my age, or at least we looked about so, as I have never known my true age. Most people looked at me with a sad, pitiful look in their eyes, but she didn't. She looked at me, and I saw that she was looking at me with something I had never seen- compassion. Her paw slid off the handle, and she stepped towards me cautiously. "Are you okay?" My eyebrows furrowed at her question, bewildered. I had never been asked such a thing. "Can you talk?" She asked. I shook my head, my eyes falling to the floor. "That's okay." She smiled at me, a heartwarming gesture of the likes I had never seen. She started towards the door. "You look like you're starving- pizza?"

- 300/300
- Plumie in story is my plume Kaomi =)

[Jaskiest]

Name:
Seth
Gender:
Male
Rough Past: (200 word limit, nothing explicit)
T U R N B A C K T H E C L O C K...
eighteen years ago
A baby Plumerian never cried,
house silent like he'd died.
Considered mute, taken away,
To where he'd be led astray.
thirteen years ago
Begins to realise he's not leaving,
People's words no longer decieving,
Friends were one thing he couldn't have,
When you can't speak, it's hard to be a lad.
eleven years ago
He's old enough now to understand threats,
And so frequent teasing he gets,
And although his bruises and cuts fade,
In his heart and pride they will not go away.
nine years ago
Cormac comes, silent as he,
But brings confidence - enough for three!
The boys are naughty, the boys are bad,
But for certain, they are never sad.

These days last for many years:
nine precisely: all without tears,
But as Seth's 18th draws near,
This paradise may just disappear.
two weeks ago
Seth must leave now he's of age,
Cormac follows, sick of his cage,
Street terrors though they may be,
But now at last they can be free.
Story - 'How They Made A Friend':
Character used is my Cormac
'Simple Seth, they used to call him. The nickname was cos ne'r spoke, so they thought 'im dim. No sound escaped 'is jaws, no matter what was done to 'im. Word of the street was that his mother gave up on him for this reason. Realised her precious baby wasn't quite so precious when he couldn't talk to her. Straight to the Childer's Home for 'im.Most young snapper's like the wee boy would be adopted in seconds, but not Seth. HIs lack of voice turned 'em all away. So 'e grew up in the home, knowing he weren't quite right. Rest of the boys there were a rowdy type. Didn't go well for him. 'til this new kid, Cormac.He had more swagger than the lot of 'em, but somehow ended up befriending Seth anyway, despite their differences, cos they shared their one main ailment, didn't they? Both of them mute as a tree. Mischievous lot, they were. And they kept being friends, didn't they? 'til Seth had to leave.
You'd never 'ave guessed it, but Seth was a full three years older than 'is companion, and at eighteen he was required to set up by 'imself, go live 'is life, be independent. Cormac was devastated - atleast, I presume so. No one really got the chance to see, since 'e ran away the day after. No one's seen 'em since.'
'Thank you for your help, sir. This should help greatly with our enquiries.'
As the officer closed the door, Seth beckoned to Cormac that it was safe to come out from his hiding spot. With a bemused grin, Cormac sauntered over.
"Funny how voices change who you are, isn't it," Seth remarked softly, flinging his janitor's broom into an open cupboard and leaping out the window with his friend.

[NE0N-UMBR30N]

Name:Honey
Gender:female
Rough Past:Honey never really knew her mother or siblings.She was adopted by her now old owner when she had barley opened her eyes.This owner....was a bad one.No,they didn't beat her or anything no.They made her feel worthless,useless.They treated her like she was stupid.So she rarely speaks
Story: I was walking one day,when i heard wimpering coming from being some boxes.I looked behind them,and there sat a Plumie.She had a rope collar around her neck with a gold tag on it.I gently coaxed her toward me,she looked scared to go near me,and growled a bit when I reached my hand out.I made a gentle cooing noise at her,that seemed to calm her a bit.I looked over the tag.It read "mutt" on it.I frowned."Your much too pretty to be called that."I mused.She tilted her head,like the word was foreign to her.Suddenly I grinned."You remind me of milk and honey!"Her ears perked up then."Like that name?Honey?"She yipped at me,her lifeless tail coming to life as it wagged.I giggled at her and hugged her.

"Well come on Honey,you can come live with me sweet girl.I'll take care of you little one."

[Dewey]

Name: Toffee
Gender: Female
Rough Past: (200 word limit, nothing explicit)
Story: (300 word limit- EITHER: how they found their way to you OR how they made a friend (and who it is, can be a plume or another character)

[Alkene]

Name:
Rayna Rickens

Gender:
Female

Rough Past:
Traveling the world ever since she was little, Rayna was passed through numerous families. No one had time for her, nor did anyone want put her down. Her name was changed from "Buttercup" to "Maggie". However, There was a man who saved her from this life.
Carver Rickens found her at the pound. He met her gaze and immediately fell in love. Carver decided to take a chance on her and took her home, giving an endless amount of love. He had an idea and she was all in. Rayna was taken to the rescue organization where he worked and became Carver's partner in rescue missions and everything else. She was put through vigorous training, but it was all worth it. Rayna realized that she loved rescuing others. It all came to an end on a mission she'd never forget.
A monstrous Tidal Wave.
Rayna choked on sea water, paddling quickly and trying to stay above water. Carver searched for her through debris. He spotted her and swam as fast as he could. Another wave came crashing in. Being thrown safely onto the rescue helicopter, Rayna looked back, Carver no where in sight. He was gone. For good.
200/200

Story:
I would never see him again. "After this mission, we'll have the best Christmas ever!" Carver Rickens, you are such a liar. What am I supposed to do without you? We're family. You promised you wouldn't leave me. You promised.
The beat of the helicopter's motors rung in my ears as I sat there. Two other rescuers were crying. They too had lost a good friend. No one made eye contact for the rest of the ride home.
"Poor thing." "Those two were inseparable." "Such a shame. Right before Christmas." I had to hear those words throughout the whole return process. There was also arguing on who would take me home. No one could keep me and I couldn't stay in this building without a caretaker. The pound was the only option, and my chances there weren't too good either. I was still shivering from the water and dirt entangled in my fur, thoughts of my fate, and the mess of emotions inside.
A young lady kneeled down in front of me and gently draped a towel over me. She looked familiar and it dawned on me. She was Carver's best friend [besides me of course] and had been volunteering at the organization since she was 14. Tears pricked her eyes and rolled down her cheeks as she scratched me gently behind the ears. "So you're the hero he's been talking about? You know you've saved him in many ways" she whispered quietly. I knew she was contemplating something by the look in her sad eyes. "No one deserves to be alone on Christmas, especially you. Do you wanna come home with me?" she asked in a broken voice. I trusted her fully. Licking her tears away, I smiled.

A new chapter of my life begins.
299/300

[thewoods]

Name:
Rippley Lancaster
Gender:
male
Rough Past:
Rippley has a hard past life, growing up as the oldest of four in a very different household than most. He was the oldest male besides his father, who was cruel and only cared for himself. He was a failure to his father who considered him a weakling when he revealed he wanted to be an artist. His father beat him, trying to make him tougher and he could not cry for fear of his siblings. Anger gradually grew inside the young plumerian’s heart and all he felt for the elder was hatred. He vowed to himself that his father was toxic and he would leave one day and he would take his three siblings with him. Rippley could not bear his father’s constant yelling and beating, it was taking its toll on all of them, so was his excessive drinking. One day when he left work, he came home to hear screaming; he dropped everything and ran to see his father hurting his youngest sister Nevayah. He lost it, and all he could see was nothing but red. When he came to once more, his father was barely alive. He took his siblings and left; never to return.
Story:
Plumie used: Mythy's Welles
He lived in a small apartment and he had to work two jobs just to get by. The whole affair was exhausting but for his siblings he would do anything. Long story short, his neighbor found out about their living situation. She was appalled at their condition for they were quite skinny. After calling child services, they were taken away from him, and he was never the same. He became consumed by anger and pain and now all he did was go to work, go home, and sleep. That was until he met Welles. He had a craving for coffee; so he got in his car and drove to the cafe. Rippley turned on the radio, finger curling around the tuning off the device. It settled on some old Beatles song and he left it there. As he pulled into the driveway of the coffee shop, the familiar smell filled his nose and he breathed in with a sigh. The young male quickly turned off the car, grabbing the keys before entering the coffee shop. His mood darkened and he put his hands into his pants pockets, head low he headed towards the counter to order his coffee. Rippley carried his coffee and noted that it was pretty full, so he had nowhere to sit; he curled his lip slightly as he looked around. “Hey! You with the brown eye patch!” a voice exclaimed, causing Rippley to turn and see a prominently green plumie staring at him expectantly. “You can sit with me.” The plumie continued, voice sounding quite familiar. Rippley smiled slightly and headed towards the table, he pulled out a chair and sat down. “Thank-you, I’m Rippley.” He replied quietly, which caused the other to grin before he replied. “No problem, my name is Welles.”