[merry!]

I really like this one.<3 This one is an impress me,
but there still are some required fields. Prettying
up, extras, and art, are encouraged. The form
below is just a base/frame for your forum. This
will end on the 26th. owo

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username:
name:
poem: [must be written by you]

[Goosecheese]

marking QuQ

username:
.firefly.

name:
Jupiter

poem:
some say eyes are the gateway to the soul

my eyes stay hidden so i must just be a carcass with an empty whole

I long for life's beauty to be seen in full

but my eyes are instead the gateway to hell.

Bright glowing eyes red as fire

people scream, consequences are dire

I've been kicked out of cities, towns, and schools

to prove just one thing, society is full of fools.

Red can be beautiful like dresses and fireplaces

but all they can see in my eyes are are dark fiery-places

i'm just a young child, and i have a soul

so this is why i cover my eyes, so my life can be full.

[grocery store]

Reserve?

username:
name:
poem:

[epimetheus]

whoops droppin 8^)

[Kaishine]

username:
Kaisine

name:
Scherazade (lion-born)
prefers being called Zardi

Gender;;
female
poem:

I am earth;;
Swift wind is the sorrowful cry of the earth,
swishing and swatting my hair,
pulling at my heart and lungs,
I wish not for a calm sweet life,
but for one with danger and fear,
I am the swift wind that tugs your clothing and hair,
I'm the rain,
the tears of the sky.
I am the earth and all that is divine,
So tread kindly on my skin,
for I am soft and will be bruised,
by hard feet and hard pavements,
speak kindly to me,
for my ears are the trees and grass,
my hair the flowers of years past,
A soul can join me in my mournful cry,
For the swift winds are my sorrowful cry.

[koegami]

marking c:

[Blitz.]

Possible Reserve

[dogish]

res <3

[pep]

username: pep
name: marionette, nicknamed this harshly after a puppet, as she technically is one. to demonstrate and enforce her freedom that she wishes to bring forward, she does not respond to this name, only mar.
gender: vocigirl, "a term to describe when one’s female gender is weak-feeling and hollow rather than a specific, certain gender". (taken from the pridearchive tumblr!) she prefers she/her pronouns.
sex: biologically female
age: approximately nine years old, but acts beyond her age
location: sanctuary
voice: she has a strange accent; her voice is gentle, almost the slightest bit raspy. she's been accused as a form of a heretic because no others with the accent have ever been found. she claims to be from the dark parts of the planet none from sanctuary have explored in depth.
current position: as she has been taken into sanctuary government and the council of higher-up purgos who run things, she is currently in confinement, and is taken out on walks once a day, almost like a small pup; they want to hide her and keep their frightened visitor a secret, but do not want to deprive her from the outdoors and from socialization. she is used especially for dangerous situations, such as bargaining and compromising with rogues and raiders who dash into the city and are taken into questioning or arrest. she is, pretty much, the higher-ups' pawn, and she does as told in fear she will be sent back into the uncivilized, barren lands that she once dwelled. she had a name before being taken in, but her name is no longer: they once called her subject 205 but now she is called marionette by many. however, as she is breaking away and figuring a way to sneak out and live in hiding, she does not prefer this name.

personality: marionette is a silent soul whose childhood passed too quickly. she's not necessarily introverted or bashful, but she is a soft-spoken purgonine who prefers the confinement and comfort of her own mind. she thinks, and does not speak, most things, but all of her actions are planned inside an intelligent mind before she acts upon them. she is unfamiliar with friendship and any aspects of love, considering she does not remember living these feelings; her days are composed of herself and her own thoughts, her own mind. she is her only friend: this is how she likes to think. when outdoors on the walks, she takes a keen interest in observing, staring around her surroundings through her dark bangs. she's used to being ridiculed that she cannot hardly proceed through a basic conversation, which she feels is a good excuse for not wanting to speak and be made fun of for the accent in itself. her life is very heavily centered around the life and composure she's taken in sanctuary, and feels like a caged bird; if life outside of purgo civilization wasn't so dangerous, she would want to escape, but she knows she will do so when she is grown; she will find home once more, and the memories left behind.

poem: 'time to cut the strings'
tugging
tugging
there's a tugging
in her paws
she feels it softly at first, fleetingly so
then a yank. she moves
against her will
there is chaos
in the actions
actions by the puppeteers
marionette
they chime
won't you play a game with us?

she opens her eyes
eyes
that shine brighter than a blood red moon
no, she screams, and it's a mantra
time to cut the strings
time to cut the strings
time

there is no
tugging

[NoLongerOnCS]

username: Sammich
name:
He doesnt look like a Benson to me, and i dont like the name Benson but I am going to name him Benson.

Benson is not fond of his name at all. Ever since he was born his parents had prided in calling him Ben or Benny and he is very unhappy with the name choice they had formed for him. He always wanted to be called something cool, a name that had spunk but instead he was born with Ben. he always has hated his name and for that reason he instead goes by Enso, from the middle of his name.

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