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Name: Talwind
Gender: Male
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[~Just Imagine~]

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Name; Bastille
Pronunciation; [Bas-Teel]
Gender; Male
Personality; Adventurous, Alert, Ambitious, Anxious, Apologetic, Awkward, Bright, Careful, Cautious, Civilized, Clumsy, Confused, Dark, Dreamer, Easygoing, Fearful, Foolish, Gullible, Imaginative, Jealous, Quiet, Naïve, Open, Relaxed, Serious, Unforgiving

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Art made by; Hopeful

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Color; Gold
Movie; Woman in Black
Scent; Metal
Season; Winter
Food; The Goumi Berry
Dessert; Blackberry and honey ice cream
Song; Irresistible -Fall Out Boy
Band; Fall Out Boy
Show; The Munsters
Book Series; Chronicles of the Invaders
Flower; Blue water lily
Animal; The Quokka
Drink; Chai tea with cream
Poem; The wicked path of Destiny
Candy; Blue raspberry jolly ranchers

Art made by; *Watermelon Love*

Occupation; Artifact Guardian
Crush; Aura
Dreams of; Traveling the World
Wish; Bastille wishes to go on as many adventures as he can with Aura.
Friends; Aura
Who is Aura?; Aura is Bastilles companion in the story. He has become attached.

Story- 6628 words

Ｂｅｈｉｄｅ　ｔｈｅ　Ｓｔｏｒｙ -please read the story first c:

This story involves two characters. The first is Bastille, the belldandy who I am trying to adopt and Aura. Aura is a made up belldandy who is golden. You can somewhat tell her personality from the story, but if not she is mostly bubbly and chipper. Regardless the story starts off with Bastille finding Aura and them searching for a lost book. This book contains artifacts that have special powers. Eventually after going through an adventure and a half they recover the book. Bastille, who before I made not have his gold or bells or scarf, is given the gift of all three. He is given a job and has a new friend.

Art made by: Purplepandaj

Art made by: My best buddie Austria*~

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Hi! I'm ~Just Imagine~. I currently have one adult
belldandy named Henry and two baby belldandys.
Tinder is Henrys son and Indie is an adopted baby.
Anyway before you made Bastille I was trying out for
several belldandys that I though were so beautiful.
When I saw you had created Bastille I instantly fell in love. I
dropped out of all contests and spent all of my
time and effort into developing Bastille and making
his form. He is actually the first belldandy
I really connect with and if I don't win him,
I might not try out for anyothers. Don't get me
wrong I love belldandys so much, but when you have a
connection with one it is hard to move on. So you
could say Bastille is my dream belldandy.
If I was given the gift of adopting Bastille I would most
likely not breed him and have plenty of role plays for him to
interact in and not just sit there alone.

Art made by: A.ntique

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I would like to thank you for making this beautiful
belldandy and for giving me the opportunity to
adopt him. I would also like to thank Hopeful,
*Watermellon Love*, A.ntique, Purplepandaj,
and Austria*~ for the wonderful artwork.
Also good luck to any and all competitors c:

Traditional Art: Me
Digital Art made by: Austria*~

Form: Me
Story and details: Me
Art: Hopeful, *Watermellon Love*, A.ntique, Purplepandaj, and Austria*~

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░▒▓-N A M E -▓▒░

░▒▓ D ì v é ▓▒░

░▒▓-PRONUNCIATION-▓▒░

░▒▓ Dehh-Vay ▓▒░

░▒▓-SPECIALITY-▓▒░

░▒▓ Poetry and Lullabies ▓▒░

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Listen closely or you can't hear the ringing bells telling a story.

There is a sound in the distance. The sound is a void. If that does not make sense then neither does calling
the void black because of it's appearance of nothingness. And the contrast from inside to outside makes the
outside sound void, because inside is so loud that it appears white if sound was a colour like a synesthesiac
could see. The city was loud. Outside the border of the city it was quiet. No matter how you phrase it, that
is how it is. Anything else was semantics. Any words are jargon from fools and genii.
The only way to be accurate was to deal with ideals because any words to describe it and them could be
unraveled to appear to lead to or from something else. It was a shame ideals couldn't passed from
mind-to-mind. There would be nothing to be misunderstood then.

A soft clatter came from a rusty white-grey-brown windowsill as a belldee landed upon its peeling planes.
The window itself was cracked open slightly and a aroma spilled out into the cold night as a puff of smoke;
a kind adult must have wanted a belldee to visit the child sleeping under the blanket that held galaxies
upon it, if they had left out a cup of tea by the very edge of outside. Before entering, the belldandy
observed its silhouetted reflection in the brass handle. Before drinking, the belldandy observed its shadowed
reflection in the grey-brown tea and marveled at the changed light and it's absence could bring. They
were a ghost. They wanted to be in the light but shadows fell upon them by the will of the 'dandy.

There is
Roses
Climbing up your wall
Listening to you breath, don't fall
Off your dreaming horse,
M'lady
M'sir
But if you do;

I will be the thorns
to stabilize,
and I will be the leaf
to catch
you.
I am there
A lullaby:

The child whimpered softly in their sleep and the
belldee had drunk their fill so they landed by the
ear of the larger being.

Admittedly there were some words, lots of words
that could describe an idea. Non would describe
all it's facets of course but if you wrote it in a
certain style then it would encompass more of
that ideal then any 'normal' words. That style is
poetry. And by far the most successful of poets
were those of lullabies and Folk songs. Their work
gets carried to millions of years in centuries and
decades so long that even the faintest memoir of
the creator is so broken that you do no longer
know who the poet once was.

But the very, very best lullaby was the lullaby told
once and created for the one human, that one
child and their situation. Was there ever a better
soothing remedy for troubled days then a softly
whispered lullaby?

The belldandy began to sing.

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Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly, lavender's green,
When I am king, dilly, dilly, you shall be queen.
Who told you so, dilly, dilly, who told you so?
'Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly, that told me so.


Call up your men, dilly, dilly, set them to work
Some to the plough, dilly, dilly, some to the fork,
Some to make hay, dilly, dilly, some to cut corn,
While you and I, dilly, dilly, keep ourselves warm.


Lavender's green, dilly, dilly, Lavender's blue,
If you love me, dilly, dilly, I will love you.
Let the birds sing, dilly, dilly, And the lambs play;
We shall be safe, dilly, dilly, out of harm's way.


I love to dance, dilly, dilly, I love to sing;
When I am queen, dilly, dilly, You'll be my king.
Who told me so, dilly, dilly, Who told me so?
I told myself, dilly, dilly, I told me so.

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Morbity
In happy words.
History
In soothing sounds.
I will catch
you,
with refreshing sounds
of wind chimes and broken glass.

I will catch
you.
I am here,
On the windowsill.

Personalities are shaped around our ideals
our ideals are shaped over who we are,
and everything everyone else will be.

Dìvé is a shy male who sticks to the shadows because he knows how clear everything is when put under the microscopic light of day. Despite being shy, he is more than able to socialise as long as the topic they are talking about has nothing to do about him; he isn’t afraid of change as long as there are absolutes in his life – one of which is the guarantee that if anyone ever knew him, they would only have shrouded memories of him. He is lucky he is good at fading into the background; many people say he seemed to be invisible to them – usually with a tone of guilt in their voice – and while he loves that tone because it means that he managed to make someone care, people are generally unpredictable in their actions and so Dìvé would shy away, cowardly. Care is one step away from remembrance, and what is more horrifying then that?
He is often as drifting as the wind his scarf rides upon, and often he is cluttered in his ways- his thoughts are cars in the main streets of a city. He prefers starless skies; what shows more power than a city which makes its own light, then a city that outshines the stars? He can be imaginative, creative, though only when he is trying to get something across; he uses abstracts because he knows that anything else wouldn’t be heard in the way he wanted it to. Another thing he is, is compassionate; though only to children. He likes to sing lullabies to children as he is not strong enough in will or brawn to defeat a nightmare, but his voice is so soft as to sooth them after a while. And so, he lies next to their ears and whispers.

The belldandy whispered, the belldandy sang, and what was vocalized in this situation was a song to suit the child's troubles. The child's troubles were shown in the empty bed on the other side of the troubled child's room, the dust gathering on the messy sheets of blue and black; an ocean to this child's blanket of galaxies. But this galaxy held a warm body underneath. The ocean was once warm, but is now as cold and broken and uneven as its realist version was. The belldandy was troubled dearly by this, and promised to come and sing a song of remembrance and a song of movement and a song of a lifting embrace until the house was happy again, as happy as it could be, every night that a tea was held under the crack of the window.

But the next night, and the night after that, there was no tea under the window. And the belldee was reminded at how barren the child's room had looked, no toys or toy boxes, wallpaper stripped like solid water falls. The floor had been wooden and had seemed cold. The boxes... the boxes stacked on top of each other had been the biggest thing in the room; a mountain to the every so small belldandy. They had been labeled with a name and a description like 'clothes' and 'memorabilia' and two boxes at the very top held just a name. The ink of the name was smeared with drip drops of a liquid. Why hadn't the belldee seen that? How could they be so stupid? The child was gone. As were the boxes. The room was pristine and empty and the walls were a smooth brown and the floor was ugly stained wood. This was the third night of checking the depressed grey house, and the belldees hooves had left the rusty white-grey-brown peeling windowsill, and they didn't come back to that area of the city for a very long time.

Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird.

If that mockingbird don't sing,
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring

If that diamond turns to brass,
Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass.

If that looking glass gets broke,
Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat,

If that billy goat don't pull,
Mama's gonna buy you a cart and a bull.

If that cart and bull tip over,
Mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover.

If that dog named Rover don't bark,
Mama's gonna buy you a horse and a cart.

If that horse and cart fall down,
you'll still be the sweetest little baby in town

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A long time in the ideals from Dìvé meant a long enough time that it was almost forgotten. A long time meant something so long that the aura around the place no longer triggered harsh memories and feelings. Such a long time that when Dìvé found the way into that part of a city he was confused at his own unfamiliarity with the place; he was sure he had visited a lot of cities and visited all parts of it. But as he stepped into that part of the city, he started to remember. Experience and time drowns all, and he had visited as many happy places as many as sad, and helped as many as he could with his whispers and sounds.

History doesn't repeat often, and life keeps on living in cycles but each cycle changes just a little bit until it is fully evolved and so very different from its original. It was the same here. The roads were still busy, but there were more flashing lights, less decrepit houses, and everything had gotten so much bigger in this world full of already so very big things.

He landed upon a slightly cracked white-grey windowsill, and looked upon an adults back. Humans didn't have such a difference to each other as Belldees do but Dìvé could swear that he could tell a resemblance from the long ago whimper of a child to a laugh of the adult who was looking upon photos - though surely, that would be impossible to see the similarity in that much of a changed voice - but Dìvé hoped, non the less, that happiness was something that prevailed even in the most sore of situations. He flew out of site as the adult turned round, sitting on a bed in the same place as his bed had been long ago, where he had been comforted by a shadow in his ear.

Life goes on, stories never end, and poetry is sweet in it's constant state of change.

Extras

[I have done more extra's but so this post doesn't get too big I have put it on this site <3 It also contains all information on this post in case it was too disordered on here. Good luck to all~]





Credit

[If not stated below it belongs to myself]

Lavenders Green - Lullaby
Hush, Little Baby - Lullaby

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good luck to the contestants

[Violet Stormbringer]

Many apologies for the long wait! This seems to be becoming a habit, but I promise to try and break that. xD

There were two forms that really stood out in this competition. And by 'stood out' I mean they were literally standing on a skyscraper painting the sunset with all of its brilliance.

Ex-Dee and ~Just Imagine~, I probably had the most difficult time I've ever had trying to choose between your forms.

Imagine, the sheer effort you put into designing, coding, and writing over 6000 words literally just blows me away. The story was brilliant and unique, and I can tell you worked hard for this Belldandy. It took me some time to read the entire story as I am quite tired at the moment, but I definitely don't regret it.

Ex-Dee, as always your descriptive and vivid writing never ceases to amaze. The story you created was so melancholy and beautiful at the same time. The additions of the lullabies really set the scene, and the art brings everything together. Really, all I have to say is well done.

Because of how equal your two forms were, I have decided to award one of you a RU.

Picking the winner was so difficult omg
however I've decided to go with ~Just Imagine~'s form.

Congratulations and thank you both for creating such amazing forms! In addition, thank you to all who showed interest or entered for this Belldandy.

Ex-Dee, I will work on your RU soon. Congrats as well! c: