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❝I'm gonna live, I'm gonna fly!❞

Username:
Lioncourt

Name:
Icarus

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Like the man he is named after, he refuses to listen to anything his father tells him. Frankly, what anybody tells him. He is confident, boisterous, reckless, stubborn, proud, imaginative, and a true dreamer. You'll find that this Belldandy will suddenly drift off into daydream, and go unresponsive to what those around him tell him. He's fascinated with the birds that fly so strongly above his head. He's dauntless, ready to spring into a fight with anyone who dares to challenge his or his friends' desires. Though fighting is a rare thing for Icarus, he still considers it an option.

Favorite Memory:
In case you couldn't tell, Icarus is a huge dork for flight. By far his favorite memory from when he was a youngster was when he had visited an Air and Space museum. Everything to him was so fascinating, for him it felt like he was in the best dream he ever had. His beloved father gave him a tour, showing him the war planes, the passenger planes, the first designs of airplanes. He and his father never got along well, as his father was always too busy or tired to confront his family, but that day he felt more connected to him than he ever had before. That day stays near and dear to Icarus' heart, and will probably stick with him for the rest of his life.

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[Alchemi]

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Alchemi

Name:

Ikura

Gender:

Female

Personality:

Ikura is the outgoing, straight-shooting types. Enthusiastic and excitable, she is a "doers" who lives in the world of action. Blunt, straight-forward risk-taker, she is always willing to plunge right into things and get her hooves dirty. She lives in the here-and-now, and place little importance on introspection or theory. Ikura likes to look at the facts of a situation, quickly decide what should be done, execute the action, and move on to the next thing. Ikura has an uncanny ability to perceive people's attitudes and motivations. She picks up on little cues which go completely unnoticed by most other equids, such as facial expressions and stance. she's typically a couple of steps ahead of the equid/human she is interacting with. Ikura uses this ability to get what she wants out of a situation. Rules and laws are seen as guidelines for behaviour, rather than mandates. If Ikura has decided that something needs to be done, then her "do it and get on with it" attitude takes precedence over the rules. However, Ikura tends to have her own strong belief in what's right and what's wrong, and will doggedly stick to those principles.

Ikura has a strong flair for drama and style. she is a fast-moving, fast-talking equid who have an appreciation for the finer things in life. She is some what of gambler. she's usually very good at story telling and improvising. Ikura typically makes things up as she goes along, rather than following a plan. She love to have fun, and is a fun equid to be around. But she can sometimes be hurtful to others without being aware of it, as she generally does not know and may not care about the effect her words have on others. It's not that she doesn't care about other, it's that her decision-making process does not involve taking others feelings into account. she make decisions based on facts and logic. Ikura is a practical, observant, fun-loving, spontaneous risk-takers with an excellent ability to quickly improvise an innovative solution to a problem. She is enthusiastic and fun to be with, and is a great motivators. If and when she recognizes their real talents and operates within those realms, she will accomplish truly exciting things.

Favorite Memory:

Ikura's favourite memory happened on a warm spring morning. The sent of freshly cut grass and newly bloomed flowers filled the air. Ikura was lost in the world of sun and sent. She was only three and sticking close to her mothers side as they explored the world of the humans. Ikura's mother had scented some tea and led her into the backyard of a small happy looking cottage. But Ikura had not yet acquired a taste for tea and as her mother was guzzling down the abandoned cup of tea. Ikura drifted around the backyard.
she came across a cute little object. A bubble blower! what a fantastic little thing. Ikura began to make bubbled like crazy. she waited till the sky was swimming in small little pink bubbled and then when all the spoke was all gone she flew up into the sky and began to pop all the bubbled with her wing tips. she loved the way it felt and began to giggle. she started laughing so much that she was forced to defend but it was still the most fun she had ever had. her mother saved her a few sips of tea and she enjoyed every drop.

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Username:
Superirl202
Name:
Lysander
Gender:
Male ♂
Extra:
Art Above
Personality:

INDENTLysander has always been a dreamer. He's had his head stuck in the clouds since before he could fly. But that hasn't stopped him. He has big dreams, and a force of will to get those accomplished. With a quiet determination, Lysander always gives his best towards any goal he sets. Weather it be planning a party for a friend, starting a new project, or even figuring out how to fly. Lysander isn't soft-spoken, although, some might think he is. He doesn't talk all that often, as he's usually lost in thought, planning his next project, or just thinking about anything, really. But if you manage to get him out of his little mind-bubble, Lysander is a riot. He has an infectious laugh and smile, and always seems to be happy. When he does carry out a conversation, its always animated, as he uses his whole body to talk and get his point across. He has a naturally loud voice, which, when he gets excited about something, gradually gets louder as he explains it.

Favorite Memory:

(1009 words)

INDENTLysander was perched on a branch, high up in the canopy of the forest’s edge. His heart was thudding in his chest; Tha-Bump Tha-Bump… Each beat pulsing in his ears as he felt it hammer in his chest. His cloven hooves clipped the rough bark of the tree as he shifted nervously, their sound off beat with the sound of his heart. But, for all his nervousness, Lysander felt a rush of excitement. This was the day he was determined to do it. Today was the day he would fly. His young body was banged and bruised, a result of his previously failed flight attempts.
INDENTThe young Belldandy tilted his head in the air, smelling the sweet forest air. A warm breeze rustled past, gently combing through his fur, and tickling the feathers of his wings. His wings. Those were what had always messed him up. Whenever he had tried, whenever he took that chance and jumped into the open air; he stretched out his wings, and his heart beat faster, and his wings flapped and then…
INDENTHe fell. Always fell. His many wings would get tangled with one another, and he would tumble to the ground. But today would be different. Today was the day he would finally soar, away into that wild blue yonder.
INDENTLysander had spent the last month watching the birds fly. He examined how their wings moved together, how they rotated and pushed the air. Or, how they could soar with their wings outstretched, just riding the wind. He always yearned to be up there with them, and his wings ached as he watched them- not just from the battering they had received as he fell from the branches he jumped off of, but with the desire to move, flex, extend, fly. Maybe that was why falling didn’t matter to him, because it meant that every fall was just one step closer to flying. Every attempt lasted just a moment longer, a moment where he could almost believe he was flying.
INDENTNow, he felt he was ready. The young belldee, still a bit battered and bruised from his previous flight attempts, took a deep breath, and closed his inner eye, temporarily blinding him to the world around him.
INDENTThe breeze rustled through his fur and feathers again, and he could hear his heart growing louder, could feel as it beat faster and faster. He stretched his wings out slowly, almost letting the calm breeze gently lift them for him. He took one tentative step forward, and took one last deep breath. And then, He leaped. Out, into that hopeful unknown…
INDENTThe wind caught under his wings, whistling in his ears. It almost seemed to be singing along with his frantic heart. His heart was racing now, going faster than it ever had… adrenaline started rushing into his system… He kept perfectly still for a few moments, not daring to look around him. He couldn't feel anything except the beating of his heart and the wind as it pushed the fur from his face.
INDENTAnd then, Lysander became aware that he was still in the air. He tentatively peeked out of his inner eye, and saw with amazement he was still airborne. After pushing past the overwhelming feeling of his heart, he gradually became aware of his wings pumping. Moving together in perfect synchrony. His feathers held fast against the rushing wind, each one tiny, but strong. Strong enough to lift him up, up, up into the atmosphere…or at least, above the canopy.
INDENTHe finally fully opened his inner eye. And as he did so, he saw with pure amazement that he was soaring over the treetops. The feeling that accompanied it though, was pure euphoria. Freedom. That’s what it was. Lysander opened his mouth to try and taste the air, but ended up shouting with pure joy instead. He tried to pump his wings faster, moving them in a circular motion, and leaned forward into the wind.
INDENTAs he sped through the air, Lysander left the tree line, and soared over the vast expanse of a human park. It was decorated with red, white, and pink streamers and ribbons, for celebration of a holiday. It wasn’t one that Lysander was familiar with yet, as he was still on that verge of childhood when things such as love were just fairy tales and mother’s hugs. But, with that one lapse of concentration, Lysander’s wings tangled again, and he fell to the earth.
INDENTHe dove towards the ground, screaming with excitement rather than fear, and on his way down, he fell into the middle of a cluster of ribbons. Lysander fell to the ground in a mass of pink and red ribbons, his small body cushioned by them
INDENTEven though he had probably gathered a few new bruises, Lysander’s face was lit up with a smile. He had done it. It was only for a moment, but he did it. He laughed, trying to wiggle his way out of the ribbons, and after a few moments of squirming, managed to poke his head out of the pile. The warm sun greeted his eyes, and his face lit up. Because there, up above, was the sky. Shining with sunlight, blue and clear. Calling him. He had been up there- he had flown today. Actually flown!
INDENTLysander pushed his way out of the rest of the pile, but was stopped just short of bolting out of it when he was pulled back from behind by his tail. The young belldandy looked behind him, and saw that his tail had become entangled with one of the ribbons. With a short laugh, Lysander bit the edges off of the ribbon, and then took off at a gallop back towards his home.
INDENTA bit of ribbon remained tied to his tail, which Lysander’s mother would later tie into a bow as she kissed his forehead. It would become his lucky ribbon- it had broken his fall when he first flew, so, according to Lysander, it would stop him from falling again.

[Amethysts]

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I am Amethysts.

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Their name will be, Bexley Pais.

Gender:

The gender is Cis-Female, ♀

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Work in Process

Favorite Memory:

Work in Process.

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Username:
Superirl202
Name:
Lysander
Gender:
Male ♂
Extra:
Art Above
Personality:

INDENTLysander has always been a dreamer. He's had his head stuck in the clouds since before he could fly. But that hasn't stopped him. He has big dreams, and a force of will to get those accomplished. With a quiet determination, Lysander always gives his best towards any goal he sets. Weather it be planning a party for a friend, starting a new project, or even figuring out how to fly. Lysander isn't soft-spoken, although, some might think he is. He doesn't talk all that often, as he's usually lost in thought, planning his next project, or just thinking about anything, really. But if you manage to get him out of his little mind-bubble, Lysander is a riot. He has an infectious laugh and smile, and always seems to be happy. When he does carry out a conversation, its always animated, as he uses his whole body to talk and get his point across. He has a naturally loud voice, which, when he gets excited about something, gradually gets louder as he explains it.

Favorite Memory:

(1009 words)

INDENTLysander was perched on a branch, high up in the canopy of the forest’s edge. His heart was thudding in his chest; Tha-Bump Tha-Bump… Each beat pulsing in his ears as he felt it hammer in his chest. His cloven hooves clipped the rough bark of the tree as he shifted nervously, their sound off beat with the sound of his heart. But, for all his nervousness, Lysander felt a rush of excitement. This was the day he was determined to do it. Today was the day he would fly. His young body was banged and bruised, a result of his previously failed flight attempts.
INDENTThe young Belldandy tilted his head in the air, smelling the sweet forest air. A warm breeze rustled past, gently combing through his fur, and tickling the feathers of his wings. His wings. Those were what had always messed him up. Whenever he had tried, whenever he took that chance and jumped into the open air; he stretched out his wings, and his heart beat faster, and his wings flapped and then…
INDENTHe fell. Always fell. His many wings would get tangled with one another, and he would tumble to the ground. But today would be different. Today was the day he would finally soar, away into that wild blue yonder.
INDENTLysander had spent the last month watching the birds fly. He examined how their wings moved together, how they rotated and pushed the air. Or, how they could soar with their wings outstretched, just riding the wind. He always yearned to be up there with them, and his wings ached as he watched them- not just from the battering they had received as he fell from the branches he jumped off of, but with the desire to move, flex, extend, fly. Maybe that was why falling didn’t matter to him, because it meant that every fall was just one step closer to flying. Every attempt lasted just a moment longer, a moment where he could almost believe he was flying.
INDENTNow, he felt he was ready. The young belldee, still a bit battered and bruised from his previous flight attempts, took a deep breath, and closed his inner eye, temporarily blinding him to the world around him.
INDENTThe breeze rustled through his fur and feathers again, and he could hear his heart growing louder, could feel as it beat faster and faster. He stretched his wings out slowly, almost letting the calm breeze gently lift them for him. He took one tentative step forward, and took one last deep breath. And then, He leaped. Out, into that hopeful unknown…
INDENTThe wind caught under his wings, whistling in his ears. It almost seemed to be singing along with his frantic heart. His heart was racing now, going faster than it ever had… adrenaline started rushing into his system… He kept perfectly still for a few moments, not daring to look around him. He couldn't feel anything except the beating of his heart and the wind as it pushed the fur from his face.
INDENTAnd then, Lysander became aware that he was still in the air. He tentatively peeked out of his inner eye, and saw with amazement he was still airborne. After pushing past the overwhelming feeling of his heart, he gradually became aware of his wings pumping. Moving together in perfect synchrony. His feathers held fast against the rushing wind, each one tiny, but strong. Strong enough to lift him up, up, up into the atmosphere…or at least, above the canopy.
INDENTHe finally fully opened his inner eye. And as he did so, he saw with pure amazement that he was soaring over the treetops. The feeling that accompanied it though, was pure euphoria. Freedom. That’s what it was. Lysander opened his mouth to try and taste the air, but ended up shouting with pure joy instead. He tried to pump his wings faster, moving them in a circular motion, and leaned forward into the wind.
INDENTAs he sped through the air, Lysander left the tree line, and soared over the vast expanse of a human park. It was decorated with red, white, and pink streamers and ribbons, for celebration of a holiday. It wasn’t one that Lysander was familiar with yet, as he was still on that verge of childhood when things such as love were just fairy tales and mother’s hugs. But, with that one lapse of concentration, Lysander’s wings tangled again, and he fell to the earth.
INDENTHe dove towards the ground, screaming with excitement rather than fear, and on his way down, he fell into the middle of a cluster of ribbons. Lysander fell to the ground in a mass of pink and red ribbons, his small body cushioned by them
INDENTEven though he had probably gathered a few new bruises, Lysander’s face was lit up with a smile. He had done it. It was only for a moment, but he did it. He laughed, trying to wiggle his way out of the ribbons, and after a few moments of squirming, managed to poke his head out of the pile. The warm sun greeted his eyes, and his face lit up. Because there, up above, was the sky. Shining with sunlight, blue and clear. Calling him. He had been up there- he had flown today. Actually flown!
INDENTLysander pushed his way out of the rest of the pile, but was stopped just short of bolting out of it when he was pulled back from behind by his tail. The young belldandy looked behind him, and saw that his tail had become entangled with one of the ribbons. With a short laugh, Lysander bit the edges off of the ribbon, and then took off at a gallop back towards his home.
INDENTA bit of ribbon remained tied to his tail, which Lysander’s mother would later tie into a bow as she kissed his forehead. It would become his lucky ribbon- it had broken his fall when he first flew, so, according to Lysander, it would stop him from falling again.

Congratulations, Superirl202. <3 It really was a tough decision between a few, but I loved the story. <3

[Destrie]

Congrats! Your form was awesome, take care of him ^^
& The art I made for my form is yours if you'd like to keep it! [x]

[superirl202]

Oh my gosh! Thank you so much! I'll take the very best care of him, and thank you very much for the art Horselover, it's wonderful!