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- Name is "Chastine" meaning pure or innocent
- Nicknames include Birdy and Chime
- Female
- Naive, carefree, gentle, distant, considered "odd",
awkward, calm, shy, clever, comforting, realistic
- Soft-spoken, talks somewhat poetically
- Born on December 12, 2004
- High vocabulary for her age


"Oh, but you see, I am all but an angel. But, I am neither a devil.
And these wings? These are but an illusion you see. I am flightless,
like a dodo. Don't get me wrong, flying would definitely be
enchanting, but these wings just aren't that kind. You could always
use your imagination, although I'm afraid I don't have much of one of
those."


"My, what a sight! I could never get tired of gazing at those bright lights.
During many of my sleepless nights I take a stroll around the city. It's intriguing
how every shop has their little lights turned on to attract the attention of a
passerby's. Some of the smaller shops have tiny delicate fairy lights draped over
their door while others have huge signs that light up plastered to the front
window. Now, I can truly see why you've never actually seen lights until you've
gone to the city."


"I shall, loud and clear. But do you plan to be waiting for me out on that
corner? I will not sing without someone to listen, for why warm up my vocal
chords for nobody but myself? I've heard myself sing before so why not give
someone else the pleasure to be able to hear. I may not be the loudest
canary in the cage, but I will have the sweetest of melody."


"'First out of the nest, last to get the worm', as my mum once said. She taught
me how to watch my surroundings to learn how to react appropriately. Needless
to say,I've lived by that saying for 10 whole years and its been working out for
me. But now that I think about it, she may just had said that because I was
the last plume out of the house and she wanted to soften the blow. Oh well, I
still think it's something to think about.

[390/500]

[wishbone!]

Amaris "Jack" Jackdaw
December 4 [2003]
11 years old
gender withheld
they/them

somniphobia
insomniac
schizophrenic
sleep paralysis

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My name is Amaris, but I always go by Jack. It's been 6 days since the last time I slept. I can't do it again. They'll come back if I do. I don't want to see them ever again.

They tell me it's unhealthy, what I'm doing. They tell me I need to sleep or I'll die, but I don't believe them because I'm going to live. I know how to keep myself nourished without that horrible sleep, and She says that if I stay with Her all night until She goes away that I'll be granted at least 1 thing. I'll wish for never having to sleep.
I don't think She wants me to stay awake for 24 hours and more, but She honestly doesn't understand how horrible they are. And I can do nothing. I am powerless against them, and it's so horrible knowing that you are weak, that you cannot save yourself. There is nothing that will help me.
Nobody seems to understand me like they do, which makes it even worse. Those horrible things understand me more than most people ever will. They know all of it. All of my secrets that I keep deep down and share with no one but Her. It's like they're thieves of your own memories and they hold the thoughts and secrets and memories ransom for your sanity. I may only be 11, but I still have a life to live and they're not taking my prosperous future away. It's the one thing I won't ever let them have.

When I sleep, they eat me. I can feel it during my
nightmares. The snarling and the crunching and
the snapping. It's not even sleep. It's just me
right after I lost consciousness and I have to
endure the living nightmare afterwards. I see
myself in their jaws and it's horrible. It's a
sight that makes you want to die.
And with my body they take my mind and
my soul. It escapes through the gore and
when I finally snap out of it, it's like I'm missing
so many pieces. I don't want to see myself
like that. I don't want the repercussions of
sleep. I'm terrified of them.

I'm terrified of the creatures that taunt me with
their fowl jaws.
I'm terrified of what my mind is capable of when
given the chance to shatter itself.
I can't sleep. I choose not to sleep. I choose not
to let that other side of me be seen by myself.

And I know it's not me that wants to see those
things. Dreams are figments that you have
created because you want them. You want to
experience those things. I don't create those
dreams, those nightmares. That's them.
The despicable creatures I am forced to share
my soul with.

I can't get rid of them without getting rid of
myself.

[jaques]

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likes;;

• Feeling the wind throu-
  gh her fur,
• Night sky
• being with friends
• meeting new Plumerians
• exploring

Dislikes;;

• Loud things
• Thunder/lightning
• Bullies
• Too cold temps
• Eating meat.

Strengths;;

• Thinking outside the
  box
• Running
• Flying
• Friends

Weaknesses;;

• Friends
• Stubborn/strong attitude
• Facing fears
• Death
• Storms

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Name;;

• Somniaire Ales

Name meaning;;

• Dreaming Bird

gender;;

• Female of course

Favorite Colour;;

• Pale grey blue, silver-blue

Favorite Season;;

• Late summer, early autumn

Fears;;

• Death
• Thunder/Lightning
• Losing a friend

Hobbies;;

• Running
• Singing
• Exploring

Birthday, Zodiac, Stone;;

• Jan. 14, 1999
• Capricorn (old), Sagittarius (Revised list)
• Diamond (old), Ruby (Revised list)

personality;;

Somniaire is a kind hearted delicate souled, and quite self serious about things. Admittedly she can be very thick skulled in contrast but only because her strong willed beliefs are either being challenged or bring picked at. She didn't much like when others poke fun at her or anyone, having a zero tolerance to bullying and what not. This giving her a air of justice, to add. This girl will fight strongly for her tribe, if she had one, but ever so she'll fight for you non the less merely because she cares. So easily is she taken by anyone's charm and very quickly is she to accept you. That is...until you harm her, her family, or her friends. Despite her frail, delicate appearance she is quite fast and quick to think on her feet. Though she didn't have much strength she certainly will make up for that. Intelligent, protective, loyal, spiritual, assuring willed, kind hearted, all of these things and more makes Somniaire the unique drop of water that sparkles so brightly in the ocean.

history;;

This girl was born to an exotic race of land dwelling Plumerians quite foreign and rare now a days, seen as the "last of her kind" at least in the area she currently lives. Somniaire grew up on her own basically, her original tribe having strong beliefs and harsh codes and even harsher casting systems. One she did not fit into. Needless to say she had to raise herself from the ground up on day one. She quickly lost what innocence as a child to the harsh world around her taking in the circle that life took by experiencing not only a forest fire over her original home causing her to flee, but seeing the pain other animals went through too...She was sensitive to that early on, making a vegetarian out of her in return. Despite all this she lives an overall normal life in the wild alone, making few friends here and there but never really seeing them again due to their just passing by. This left Somniaire feeling lonely most of the time but...One day she hopes she can get stronger and one day fly towards her true potential.

sexuality;;

• Panromantic Demisecual

theme song;;

• "Wings" by Birdy

Voice Claim/Example;;

• My Voice Acting voice, to be added tomorrow.

anything else?;;

• Thanks for this opportunity and all that.

WORD COUNT OVERALL: 498, including titles, but not including this.
Headshot by Tigressa.
Header qt by Solar.Plague
Blue full body by Beatnik

adding one more art soon!

[Sethh]

name and birthdate: Alaska Sparrow - Born November 8

personality:
pompous;
Showing you respect is rare, she thinks of herself higher than you and therefor you don't measure or fit up to her level. She will often send a cheeky grin your way, and is very rarely not impudent. She thinks very highly of herself, feeling like the queen of the world is common. It's hard for her not to be arrogant; not that she tries to be otherwise.


sarcastic;
Instead of blood running through her veins, she has caffeine and sarcasm. She cannot resist throwing a sarcastic comment in your direction, if she can find a reason to. Her favorite one is 'sometimes I don't know whether to laugh at you, or pity you.'
She is usually the instigator of the reasons to be sarcastic, she likes to set up moments where she can try out her newest sarcastic comment. But, sometimes, she has trouble executing her sarcasm, and stops short with, 'uh-i-uh...'. Which usually lands her being teased.

self-centered;
She is more preoccupied with herself than anyone else. She is the most important bean in her life, it's impossible for anyone to come before her! She cannot stand someone who tries to beat her in anything, so she will end up bullying you until you back down. She is also in addition to self-centered, she is very conceited. She is very vain about the way she looks, and when people try to tell her that she isn't as wonderful as she feels she is, she gets a case of selective hearing and doesn't listen to anyone telling her she is anything short of fabulous. To clarify this, her saying about her looks it, "If anyone thinks they are prettier, or smarter, then I will have to rearrange their face!

intelligent;
Alaska is very smart, but she has more trouble making friends than being nice. Most bean's perceive her as a bully, or a threat, even though she is most definitely not. So they avoid making friends with her, so in turn, she doesn't try to socialize. She also hates being proven wrong, if she is she perceives the bean who was right as a threat.

sensitive;
Alaska is awfully sensitive. She often takes things way to seriously, so she attempts to hide it with a tough exterior. She is very afraid that people will not like her sensitivity and bash her for it. So she teases other people, in attempt to bury her nature. In addition to her other traits, her sensitivity is just so bizarre. She has a soft side, but it is extremely rare for her to exercise it. Sometimes she slips and uses it without meaning too. For example, she might bend down and pet a kitten without realizing what she's doing until five minutes later.

[M00N]

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x x x xFyrosha Tynara - Later nicknamed "Windy Girl"
x x x x(fIroe-sha tie-nara)


x x x xJune 13th, 2007 (10 Plumerian years old)

"Darling, why don't you ever go outside?"

"Fyro, a young girl, should be playing in the lush forests around her home, oh, she is so lucky to live in a place so secluded, she doesn't know how many would kill for a chance to live on an island like she does, and she takes it for granted..."

Your name is Fyrosha, not "Fyro" or "Fy-fy" or anything else. It's Fyrosha, and that's the end of it.
All you want to do, is live your own life. "Brush your fur! Stop just laying around!" Ugh. Quite frankly, you're getting rather tired of all the poking, pulling, and pushing everyone does to you. You can't help but sigh and roll your eyes half the time, or, well, maybe a little more than half the time.
There's your mother's voice again, ringing down at you from above (the second floor, of course). "Fine," you say, "Your wish is my command," you add with a taunting tone, before scooting out of the house hastily, before your parents have the chance to scream at you.
You walk down the same familiar path you have so many times before, through the same forest you've made your way into since you could crawl. AND, YET AGAIN, you manage to trip over the same root you've tripped on EVERY TIME SINCE- wait, what?



-A single one of your own feathers floats to the ground, but, it isn't yours, you realize just before having a heart attack. If you had already lost a feather, you don't know what you would have done. Although it's the same design as yours, it's not the same shape or texture-
You look up, a confused expression on your face, and you check your feathers to make sure they're still there. Of course, they are, but that still doesn't solve the problem of "where did that come from." Just then, something pokes you from behind.



You stare at the little bird, mystified and not believing. You remember reading a fairytale about this sort of thing, once before. Once again, your heart starts pounding. There's no way something like this could happen to a simple, young girl like you! You audibly gasp in amazement, and without thinking you reach out to touch the bird, to make sure it's there. To your astonishment, the creature doesn't fly away or even flinch, but lands on your paw and sings a note.
You can't help but smile, you've always wanted something like this to happen to you, but you never thought it would, or even that it could.

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Dearest Diary;
Guess what I found today! I was walking in the forest and I found a bird that looked just. like. me!! I hope I find the feathery little thing again. We hung out for a half hour before I had to go back home. So fun!!!
1/29/2015

Art by me

[quietlights]

just watching - want to save my other two slots though I do like this babe
You may use any of my plumerians for your form, but you have to PM me first.

[Moorray]

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I am a bird, who
spreads my wings
wide. I can glide
over the trees,
Into your arms.
My song is of
a bird, small
and frail. My
Introduction,
this is, you
may call me,
Nightingale.
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Name: Nightingale
Gender: Female
Birthdate: February 4th

Nightingale loves to sing.
Her favorite songs are more
choral, as she loves the
sounds with all of the
harmony added into it.
Her passion of singing
came from her mother.
Her favorite was "Lullaby
for a Princess", with it's
message of never to
forget your kin. A sad
song, yes, but a good
one at that, is what
Nightingale thought.
She use to sing lullabies
to the younger Nightingale,
the older one wants to
carry on these songs
sung to her.

~Singing {explained
above}
~Flying: Her name
is the name of a bird,
even thought she looks
more like a raven than anything.
Nightingale wants to fly,
not in an airplane, but with
the birds themselves. She wishes
he winged pattern would one
day transform into real wings,
so she could take off into the
sky.
~Nature: Some of her best
memories are in the forest.
she is able to connect to nature,
and learn more about her favorite animal,
birds of course!
~Birds: A no brainer! As stated above,
Nightingale loves nature and everything in
it. This obviously inclues birds as one
of them. The pattern on her fur even helps
her love more.

"What if one day, I flew with the birds? How would that feel, to be up in the clouds? I bet it would be wonderful! I could see new species of birds! If my wings were real, I would be above the clouds at this moment. But here I am, in the forest. I can still observe the birds, but to interact with them in the sky is my dream. I can accept being down here, though. This is where I do belong, and my family is here to show me that. My mother is by my side, singing her sweet lullabies. Her voice is small, for sleep is what's needed. A louder, booming voice can never aid in this. the forest may be where i lie, but that is not reality. I am just in my bed, listening to a lullaby."

~Rain: She was never allowed to
go outside in the rain. This is disliked
to the plumerian because most of her
favorite things were out there, and
she couldn't just leave them all!
~Dogs: Nightingale hasn't had a good
history with 'man's best friend'. When
walking to the park with her mother,
Nightingale was pounced on by a wild
dog. It didn't do any damage, but now
the Plumerian is more aware and
hates dogs.

{Word count= 460}

[pilotlight]

Username: Owl Trowel
Plume's name: Airia
Gender: Female

Dear Journal,

November 17, 2014

Welp, my parents are clearly very original //Sarcasm. I got a journal for my 12th birthday. Let me make this clear to you; you are a journal, not a diary. A diary implies secrets. This is simply a journal to write about my life in incase I become famous one day and everyone wants to know about my childhood.

-Airia

Dear Journal,

November 19th, 2014

In school today we talked about our hopes and dreams. It sounds like fun, but all the answers are serious, like jobs and what we want our futures to be like. My dream, in honesty, is to fly. I know it's silly, and impossible! Since very, very few plumies can actually fly on their own, but the sky always looks so appealing, far away from all the earth, and all of its problems.

-Airia

Dear Journal,

November 21th, 2014

I found a cat when I was walking home from school today. It looked pretty hungry, so I threw it a bit of food leftover from my lunch, and continued on my way home. By the time I got back to my house, I realized the creature had followed me! I really didn't know what to do then. My parents said I couldn't have a pet because they don't think I'm responsible enough, though I'm pretty sure they only say that because they don't want a pet, but at the same time the cat had followed me home and I couldn't just leave it out in the cold! So, I snuck it in my backpack, and brought it into my room. They're still here, laying on my bed with me while I write this. I think I'll call them Sky.

-Airia

Dear Journal,

November 24th, 2014

I guess it's kinda hard to keep a cat hidden from anyone. Apparently while I was at school, Sky started meowing for me, and one of my parents heard. Now my parents are giving me the "We're still thinking about your punishment, but know that we are very disapointed in you" treatment. They are letting me keep Sky though, at least temporarily.

-Airia

Dear Journal,

November 25th, 2014

I'm not really sure what to think about my parents right now. They're letting me keep Sky! But, they say he's (yes we checked he is a guy) entirely my responsibility, and I have to come up with all the money to take care if him with. They also grounded me for not telling them I took in a street cat. I think I'm okay with this though.

-Airia

[darkenedmammal]

ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛs ᴡɪɴɢs


a flickering thought wanders through your head, your eyes drifting towards the skies. you hear a sound, ever quiet but oh so sweet. your eyes meet members of the species you were named after, birds. fleeting, soaring, beautiful creatures. they call you malleth, after the malleefowl. teasingly, some call you mally, something you detest. after all, you're no ordinary child, you consider yourself a genius, and although they hate to admit it, others know it too.

you're like the malleefowl, a solitary creature, often overlooked even whilst you're active. you are wary, easily mistrusting, rarely do you find anyone worth paying attention to. others consider you arrogant, but that only shows your facade holds true. you know better than anyone else the self-doubt you possess. your eyes fall down to the ground you are bound to, even with the intricate wings covering your body, and the actual feathers that sprout from your head and the base of your tail.

born 10 years before, on june 13th, 2005, you take pride in the knowledge you've accumulated over your short life so far. you envy the birds above, free to take flight to wherever they wish, with no ones rules binding them but their own. the things they must see, the amount of sheer wonder they must witness. yes, you envy them very much.

whilst you value logic above all else, often coming off as cold, you cannot help but allow your mind to perceive impossible dreams, hopes and wonders never to escape the mind. you do not have a heart of gold underneath steel armor, you are cold through and through. your voice is monotone, your eyes are empty, your soul is cold. every smile is an investment, being careful not to shatter the fragile shell that's existed so long, even you believe it.

you've aced every test they've thrown your way over the years, earning gasps of surprise with each success. even with all your success and fame as the child genius, you could never have the thing every living creature yearns for, no matter how apathetic. that thing is friendship, and you mean true friendship. every boy, girl, man and woman, and everything in between came bearing false words, wicked lies rolling off silver tongues, only hoping to grasp at your brilliant mind, to make an investment for the sure victory in the future ahead.

you believed that lie with all your being, with all your heart, you believed you would never find someone to like you for who you were, with all your genius, with all your pride and all your monotone speech, you could never believe that someone would even try. and so, you shut off your heart, away from all the hurtful words and biting remarks, you became isolated, hateful and bitter.

you spend your days watching those birds, ignoring any attempts to bring you back into society and friends by your family.

yes, you envy the birds very much indeed.

word count: 500

[Sunnyside]

marking to watch <3 wish I'd seen this babe earlier wow ;o; darn you school