[DelightfulMelon]

ooohhhhh, I love animal cops.
I know what dog this is


Goodluck to whoever is trying out!

[Offended Cockatiel]

Name:Male
Gender: Gael [Guy-el]
Rough Past: (200 word limit, nothing explicit)

It wasn't the rain, nor sleet, cold windy days or the burning sun on the back of his neck that ever got to Gael. No, he was an optomist when it came to such things, someone who could be happy sloshing around in the snow as his hands got numb, to jumping through the rain in harsh storms. He didn't have a lot at his hands but he was fine with that, laughing as he got soaked to the bone, or at the fact that he could hear his teeth chatter.

He had an attitude that could catch people like fire.





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)

[Sable.]

Name: Penny
Gender: Female

Rough Past: Penny was never a prized plumerian. At such a tender young age, she was cast aside in a box on the street, with a messy "FREE PLUMERIAN" sign. She peered over the edge of the box, looking hopefully at each person that walked by. None stopped. As night fell, it grew colder and Penny felt hunger clawing at her belly. She had been born into a highly respected family of plumerians, well known for their richly patterned coats and feathers. How could they live with a daughter like Penny? They would become the laughing stock of the community, or so they thought. So they pretended she never existed. Freezing and starving, Penny looked up, a large plumerian loomed over her. A friend, maybe they were here to save her! As Penny grew up, she realized she had only gone from one nightmare to another. She was forced to present herself as bait, rile up vicious dogs. She never knew exactly what happened to these dogs, but she could guess. It was that, or she risked her life if she tried to run away from the thugs, and do her job or no food. She became stuck. She still is.

Story: (how she met her friend Ambrose) It was a dreary day, thick clouds threatened rain later on. Penny had finished "work" for the day, she was allowed to roam as long as she came back. She knew the thugs she worked for had connections, they could find her if she tried to run, so she never did. She longed to have the live of the plumerians she passed in the street, mundane bank tellers or desk jobs, a family and a warm fire to come home to in winter. As she absent-minded, daydreamed about what could have been, she bumped into someone. They knocked each other over, it sent Penny sprawling on the concrete. The other plumie, a dark brown plumie who appeared to be about her own age, was sitting on the sidewalk holding his head, a laptop smashed to pieces lay around him. "Ah, I'm so sorry!" She cried, rushing over to try help him. "Eh, no problem. It's just a laptop," He said with a shrug. Penny was confused, "just a laptop?" Was that sarcasm? "I didn't mean to knock you over! I wasn't watching where I was going," She rambled on as the stranger picked himself up. "Don't worry about it. Tell you what, for being so rude you can come and get a drink with me," He replied with a devious grin. Penny wasn't sure she trusted the stranger, but what choice did she have after that incident. "I'm Ambrose, by the way." It turned out they lived in the same part of town, eventually they made getting a coffee a weekly thing. Slowly, Ambrose revealed he was, in short, a criminal. She opened up to him. They were no longer strangers, but two people stuck in worlds they no longer wanted to be in, and didn't know how to leave.

[.forever.]

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Dudley

Gender
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Rough Past

His life was perfect. He had everything he ever wanted, food, a home and even friends. It was a happy life back when he trusted everyone with ease. It was easier back then, to trust someone who you grew up with. That is until one night Dudley's little 'friend' called him and asked if he wanted to go on an adventure. Dudley started to refuse but after a while he decided to go with him. Little did he know he was becoming an accessory to a robbery. It was the first time he was ever called do anything. He was told to stay in the car and drive when his frind came back. It wasn't long until flashing lights chased after them.
"What's going on?" Dudley asked fretfully.
"Shut it and drive!" His friend hissed at him.
Not far from the sight they were stopped and detained. Dudley was dragged away, sent to court and locked away. He held onto those bars for years, looking out into the dark cells. He didn't have a home anymore, no friends, little to no foods,and no trust for anyone anymore.

Story

To everyone else it was just another rainy day, but in Dudley's eyes he only saw it as more. It was the day of his release and 5 days before Christmas. He walked down the street with his head hung low, ears pinned down and rain soaking his pelt. He wore ragged clothes that fit too big and dragged through the puddles. He didn't have anywhere to go either as he was too ashamed to go back to his mother's. Dudley gave up and sulked as he headed to a bridge laying down on the concrete he curled up in his wet clothes and tried his best to sleep.
Not knowing that were was another plumie walking that night Dudley payed no attention to the sloshing of footsteps as they passed him. His sodden ears pricked at a gentle voice as it echoed towards him. "Is anyone there?" Dudley looked up to see a shadowy figure. Without hesitation and his growing mistrust he curled his lip and slithered away further into the darkness.
The figure took a few steps under the bridge, pulling out an emergency flashlight they kept on them, flashing it on and searching for whatever they heard. Dudley blinked at the blinding light and stared at the dark figure. She came forward with a small smile and sat down not too far from Dudley, putting the flashlight down and holding out her hand. "I'm..Thalia..and you are..?" She asked.
"Dudley..why are you here?"
"Am I not aloud to be here?"
"Well, no one usually notices me anymore."
"Well..I did..I guess you could consider me your friend now.."Thalia smiled and nodded to him.
Dudley narrowed his eyes in confusion but hesitantly came forward to sit in front of her, shaking her hand. "Friend."

[Xhat]

Name: This is Oakley.
Gender: Oakley is male.


Rough Past: Oakley's life was not always filled with such woe. When he was a young child,
he had one of the best families that a Plumerian could have hoped for. It had been a family
of four: two parents, and two children. All was good within little Oakley's life. Yet one day
fate didn't seem to be on his side. In the dead of night, when the wind had howled outside,
tragedy struck. The older of the two children had left the stove on after making herself a
meal, and with that the house erupted into flames. With senses more heightened than a
human, Oakley was able to make it out with nothing but ash in his fur. He tried to go back
in, he really did. But once the firemen had arrived, everything was out of his paws... not
that someone as small as him could do much. No longer having such family, Oakley was left
to wander the streets: surviving off of mere scraps that had been thrown into the dumpsters
around town. [174 words]


Story: [[The person used is one of my characters, Chisaki Masae]]

As usual, it was a dreary day for Oakley. Head hung low, he padded along the streets
without anyone by his side. He could remember the days when he was able to come out
alongside his family, but those people were no more. He told himself that they were in a
better place now; with feasts every day and plenty of things to do. At times, he would wish
to be up there instead of them. If anything, their life would have went by a lot easier than
his was now... they wouldn't be in such poverty that he was in now.

A growl resonating from his throat, the off-white plumerian aimlessly struck the ground with
a paw. Normally he was well-mannered, put these thoughts were putting him on edge. Loud
banging interrupted his thoughts, and in fear Oakley scrambled off to the side of the sidewalk.
Fur standing on end, he watched with dual coloured eyes as a human stumbled out of the nearby
alleyway. It appeared to be female, and she was carrying... a garbage can lid? Plus, there were
bits of newspaper scattered all over her body.

"I'm too darn clumsy... Going and tripping over the garbage can like that." the mysterious girl
muttered, throwing the metal object to the side.

That was the moment she looked over at Oakley.

"Oh hey there, I didn't see you... sorry if I was too loud over there. I'm Chisaki!" From then she
began to edge forward, and eventually struck up a conversation with Oakley. Over time she
continued to visit the Plumerian, often bringing him trinkets from her travels. After even more
time, Oakley had ended up requested to stay at Chisaki's house, which turned out to be a long
term thing.

He had a new home to love. [300 words]

[Wlyrout]

Name: Aer
Gender: Male
Rough Past:

Aer never knew his father, and his mother (whom he grew up with) was a cold-hearted female who cared none for her child. It was a difficult way to grow up, and on top of the lack of love, they struggled financially. Aer often was sent by his mother to beg on the streets, but resorted instead to searching for change on the sidewalks. Begging, as far as Aer was concerned, was desperate and undignified, even if it was less consequential than returning to his mother empty handed.

The two of them lived in extreme poverty, but Aer's mother frequently chose to feed herself before her son. She provided him with only bare necessities, ignoring his scrawny size and sunken, dull eyes. As soon as he was sure that he was old enough to fend for himself, at only fifteen, Aer ran away from home. He brought nothing with him, as he had no possessions that he cherished. His mother never reported his absence or chased after him.

Aer lived on the streets for several years, eating scraps thrown into alleyways and drinking from murky puddles, before finding a home one cold winter night…

Story:

I trudge along the sidewalk, my paw-pads sore and battered from constant exposure to rough concrete. I am always bitter on Christmas Eve. While families gather around the fire, while children rip open their presents, I roam the sidewalks alone. I have no fire to curl up next to, and I will have no presents to unwrap on Christmas day. Is it any wonder that I am so grim-faced?

The snow falls lightly on my pelt and I shiver slightly, sending a bolt of warmth through my body. As I pass a family-owned restaurant on my right, the scent of freshly made bread wafts to my nose. It is not the scents that sicken me, however. It is the booths packed with people laughing and stuffing their faces at which I feel nauseous. I take a deep, rattling breath and turn to my left, to the street. Without thinking I begin to sprint across, desperate to escape the hopelessness of watching those people, my bones aching with each impact.

I collapse before I make it to the other side.

I barely muster up enough strength to turn my head and see the headlights barreling towards me. I acknowledge at this moment that I am going to die.

But I don’t.

I barely remain conscious as the screech of brakes prevents the impact. I hear a car door swing open, and the trudging of boots against the slushy snow. A human, with wide eyes and a sympathetic gaze, towers over me. I am too exhausted to growl at them. They lean down and scan my protruding ribs with their eyes.

They whisper something in my ear as they, with great effort, scoop me into their arms and carry me back to their car.
"You're going to be okay now."

[kiddo.]

ᴀsʜ-ʟɪɴɢ ᴋᴇᴇ-ᴠᴀ ғᴀɪʀ-ᴀʜ-ᴅᴀʏ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ; ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ

♕ ♔ ♕

♕-"a dream"

It all started when I was young. My mother and father had finally earned enough money to get a ticket to go the US. "We'll have a better life." He says. My father, was the only one going. Once he earned enough money, he would come back for us. He died in a horrible storm. Months after his death, we were still trapped in Ireland.That month, an envelope filled with money got us tickets to America and then some. A few weeks after that, we were going to America. My mother sent me off to a boarding school, with all of the tuition paid by the money received via the mail, I always assumed it was asset collectors. However, when I was at home, I sewed goods to help pay for daily expenses, It was a menial job, but it gets the bills paid. Later, I started to advance further in my schooling, and learned basic medical skills like dressing a wound and stopping bleeding. After all, it was my dream to be a nurse. My mom started to cut back on money, and soon I would know why. When I was old enough, my mom sat me down. She said, "The reason I saved up so much money was so you could go to medical school. I love you so much, Ashling. You never stopped following your dreams." Later that year, it was off to college. We were always poor and I grew up in a rough area, but I will always thank my mom.

♕-"beauty, radiance"

I was grabbing a couple pastries for my family when a short, small girl padded up to me and said, "I'll pay for that." I stood in shock, because no one had paid for my food, ever. I smiled, thanked them and said, "Want to sit down for coffee?" They happily obliged and we found a place to sit in the bakery. I told her about my stressful life as a nurse, and she told me about her dream of having a plume. We talked and talked for hours, and soon, a waitress told us it was almost time for the store to close. We said our goodbyes, and she gave me her cell number. I called my mother, said I would drop the pastries by, and head back to my apartment. I did just that, and was back to my apartment. I immediately fell asleep when I heard a ring. I answered the call, and sure enough, it was that girl from the bakery. She told me about how she believed I will make it far in life, about never giving up, sounds cliche, right? But it motivated me. I was no longer tired when I woke up in the morning. Everyday was a new opportunity. Everyday was no longer work, like it was in my childhood, but now happiness. I was truly happy. I thank you, my best friend Raindrop, the plume owner I met in the bakery. Also my family. I couldn't have made it this far without them.

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ll.Name: He likes to be called Elle.

ll.Gender: Male
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Elle hasn’t had the smoothest life. His parents were almost never home, out on business trips, out with friends, anywhere but with the nuisance called a child. He was in the background, second to everything and everyone. His parents ignored him when they were home, they didn't certainly didn't care enough to make sure all his needs were met. He was always hungry, always tired, and always stressed. His clothes were raggedy, worn and too small. Everybody at school tended to avoid him - or pick on him.

His parents kicked him out as soon as he hit high school. They disliked his choices, disapproved of him in general. Maybe because he liked guys, maybe because he wanted to be called 'Elle' instead of 'Edsel.' Whatever it was, he ended up on the street with 5 dollars and a ratty old jacket to his name. The street was no place for a kid, he got roughed up a few times. His old classmates liked to pick on him, people avoided him like the plague. Eventually, Elle decided he’d had enough. He zipped up his jacket, collected his handful of change and left, searching for a new start. {198/200 words}

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I used my WME A. J. Crowley

It might have been Christmas, he wasn’t sure. Hungry and cold, Elle ventured away from the town and towards the nearby woods in hopes of finding something edible. Elle had ignored the first flakes of snow, only realizing that his venture was a mistake when a frigid wind had picked up.

The town and the forest had vanished in a haze of white.

He stumbled around on numb paws, calling for help with a weakening voice. Snowflakes stung his face and ice matted in his thin fur. He shouted once more, before sinking into the snow.

A dark shape appeared, growing steadily closer. Elle blinked blearily, was an angel coming to take him to heaven? A strange looking horse appeared through the icy whiteout. He frowned, that was definitely not an angel. The strange horse chuckled, had he said that outloud?

“No kid, not an angel,” the horse stepped closer, it towered over his skinny frame. “What’s a little thing like you doing out in this storm?” Elle blinked up at it, confused. “Lost,” he said, slowly getting to his feet. The equine sighed, “I suppose I can’t just leave you to die. Where d’you live then?”

Elle blinked and warth prickled on his face, “N-nowhere,” he said, looking at the ground. “Well, looks like you’re comin’ with me then,” the mud-colored equine drawled. Elle looked up in shock. The figure turned around and Elle ducked her long tufted tail.

“Do keep up,” said the equine. Elle scrambled after it, walking quickly to keep pace with the long-legged creature. “I-I’m Elle,” he said. His rescuer glanced down with a smile, “A. J. Crowley.”

Elle waited out the storm curled against Crowley’s warm flank. When the blizzard had died, Elle had forgotten all about returning to the cold little town. {298/300 words}

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[Anza]

Dropping out ^^

[Dalek]

n a m e ; Laurel

g e n d e r ; female

r o u g h p a s t ;
Laurel was an only child. She was raised by her father alone, and the two maintained a close bond. The young plumerian often wondered about her mother, but she learned to keep these questions to herself. Her father was a kind and loving soul, but when Laurel mentioned her mother (or lack of) he would become quiet and stare out of a window, remaining motionless for several moments before telling her to go and play.
Laurel stopped asking her father about where her mother might be, but she frequently imagined what the plumerian may have looked like. Where did she get her coffee-brown spot over her left eye, or her feathers to match? Did her mother have the same heterochromatic eyes that set Laurel herself apart from other plumerians? How did she have such a strong spark of life that contrasted the calm demeanor of her father? These were all questions that she couldn't answer, and her father had no intention of telling her.
One day, Laurel's father never returned from a trip to visit a distant relative, and she later learned that their tiny boat had capsized. Heartbroken, she has traveled since, looking for a place to call home.
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s t o r y ;
Laurel wandered the streets of Sheboygan, Wisconsin. Each modest home emitted a warm and cheerful glow, twinkling with tiny, brightly colored lights. Little did Laurel know that she was alone on Christmas Day. Suddenly feeling cold sand on her brown paws, Laurel looked up. She was on a beach overlooking an expansive lake: Lake Michigan. A bitterly cold breeze ruffled her soft cream-colored fur, and she collapsed on the sand, curling herself into a tight ball.
The rest of the beach was deserted, excluding a girl who walked slowly along the sand, looking out over the water. Her red scarf blew in the wind, and she pulled her coat tighter around herself. Still, she continued walking, occasionally pausing to scratch something into her sketchbook. Glancing up from her drawing, she seemed to sense movement, a shape camouflaged by the pale sand. The girl quickened her pace and walked over to the creature.
Laurel lifted her head as she saw a human figure approaching. She staggered to her paws, preparing to flee, but something stopped her. Instead, she walked tentatively towards the human. Something about her radiated a kindness she hadn't felt in a while, but still she stayed back. The girl noticed the plumerian's shyness, and crouched a short distance away. Laurel stood still, watching the girl.
The girl watched Laurel, too, and began to draw the creature in her sketchbook. After a short length of time, the girl turned her sketchbook over, revealing a drawing of the graceful plumerian.
Laurel then knew that she had found her place of belonging. She rushed forward and pressed her muzzle into the sketchbook.
The girl felt the same way. She laughed and tucked the drawing notebook under her arm, standing up. Somehow, she knew that the plumerian would follow.
"Let's go home."
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