[.adventure.]

Name: Wip
Gender:
If they owned a castle what would it look like:
Extras(optional):

[aloobah]

Kanvar


Male






Kanvar is an outright snob, he seldom has time for parras that he doesn't think are as beautiful as he is. He knows he's gorgeous, and boy does he flaunt it. Kanvar isn't shy about speaking his mind, if he thinks something about someone, then he's going to tell them. He often ends up hurting others feelings, but he's not a nasty parra it's just his way. He is a perfectionist, and absolutely everything has to be perfect, or he will get extremely upset and start breaking things. He is both mentally and physically strong and doesn't anger easily if others say mean things about him. He is very confident and shows it in his stride, he walks with his head held high and his tail in the air. Kanvar is extremely intelligent and doesn't show it as often as he should, he thinks that intelligence is nothing compared to physical attributes. However, give him a puzzle and he'll figure it out in a few seconds flat.


♥ Himself
♥ Fruit Pavlova
♥ Symmetry
♥ Music
♥ Antiques
♥ Sunshine


✘ Mess
✘ Darkness
✘ Celery
✘ Swimming
✘ Being dirty
✘ Stains


~ Kanvar has OCD and everything needs to be symmetrical or he can't handle it. ~
~ He has his mane brushed every 2 hours without fail. ~
~ He likes to keep a mirror close so he can look at himself. ~
~ ♫ Kanvar loves to sing ♫ ~

You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.

Chinese Festival by Derek Fiechter

[nome senpai]

Name: Scarvor
Gender: Male
If they owned a castle what would it look like: Extras(optional): wip

[the legend leg]

Name: Jin
Gender: Female
If they owned a castle what would it look like: a simple tent
Extras(optional): Jin has one of the most creative imaginations. She has always dreamed of having her own castle, since she was just a winy thing. Her mother especially didnt believe in fairy tales, although, she was most like her father. Able to create anything with a simple close of your eyes. He hide his secret love from his mate, but Jin knew he had that love, deep down.

[caylaayla]

Name Pronunciation;; Suh-rool.
Nickname;; Rel
Gender;; Sorrel is a male.
Traits;; analytic, blunt, truthful, curious, troublesome, carefree, solitary
Song;; cma- friends It's actually really nice to listen to while reading (:

Poem;;
The world froze,
an icy cabin awaited for my return,
the study untouched,
books spilled,
this was mine,
all mine,
the world spun slowly now,
only stopping for seconds,
I pattered up the stairs,
almost out of breath,
a smile broke on my face,
this is my happiness,
the world spun faster,
my soul intertwined,
the big birch tree,
stored with my memories,
the rest of my happiness,
awaits.
-Sorrel and memories which he stored in the birch tree around his birthplace.

"This castle sits on a pond, out in a much more desolate place. It is quiet and all sorts of feral creatures live among this space with me. It isn't big is mainly a one person home, but two could fit as well. To be honest, I have grown to fall in love with my home, unable to move to a bigger place. I feel like I have grown up here my hole life, it is truly...home." -Sorrel

As a young parra, Sorrel was equally adored and envied. Some wished they could have such distinct features,while others claimed his differences were formidable. Even while being young, he understood these emotions people had toward him. Being different from others was less annoying than his issue with tripping on his mustache as he walked. His mustache was very long on him as a child since he was born with it as long as it is now. He often put a bind on the center of them to keep them from flying everywhere. Sorrel grew up without a mother. He was told by his father, who also had horns, that she had to leave on her own terms. Even now, Sorrel has trouble understanding why she left. His carefree attitude did not eliminate his curiosity about her and he would often ask questions about her. His father would always look at him and say, "You have her wondrous eyes," with a smile as bright as sunshine. He had inherited his mothers hair genes which were actually much longer on her and his fathers horns. His mustache was purely coincidence and his father believes that it came from the herbs he would brew her every morning. At the age of six, Sorrel would be summoned by his father to go study herbs and plants that bared fruit. This became helpful, especially when his father went on a trip and he had to find non-poisonous fruit to eat. Around ten, his father and him built a castle that sat on a lake. The study was by far the biggest room in the two story building. He remembered his father and him would both be working quietly on their new finds, writing their progress in empty books. The books piled in the study and soon there were stacks of research. Sorrel took on new skills like gardening and soon had a birch tree, just about ready to go into the soil. At the age of twelve, Sorrel began to be mischievous, making trouble for his father. He was so unpredictable for awhile, but soon grew out of his childish ways and became more perspective. He continued to study with his father until the age fourteen when his father fell ill. As a responsible son, with nothing left, he cared for him. He would bring brewed herbs and looked in their research books endlessly, making new mixes with the data. His fathers condition appeared to get better, but was only being prolonged with Sorrel's care. In the spring of his fifteenth year, his father passed. He had already dug a hold, waiting for the inevitable, but still clung to some bit of hope that he would live. His father was buried shortly after and Sorrel had planted him under the birch tree. Devastated, Sorrel broke and was unable to function. He didn't eat, forgot to sleep, and just sat staring blankly at the wall. Time passed and he slowly picked himself up, visiting the tree to resurface his well cherished memories. His father was a good man and on the day of his death, Sorrel would spend the day under the tree. There, he would once again say hello to his father.

-Now-
Sorrel has found himself carrying on his fathers legacy. He made sure to complete his fathers research and is now on the path of his own. He still does as he pleases, living with his new tyto owl. He had found the owl sitting under his tree, casted away from his nest and took him in. Now Sorrel has a companion and sometimes goes on walks with K. Slowly, Sorrel finds himself drifting further and further away from his castle, but not matter what...
he always makes it back home.

this is K.

I had fun drawing this c:

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Hi! I want to now thank you for thanking the time to read my story. I had a lot of fun prettying this up and coming up with a story line. I truly hope you enjoyed this read.

[Omosky]

Been working this for a while and will continue till ending. Just thought I would want to post it now.



Name:
Nobilis
(No-bill-is)

Gender:
Male

If they owned a castle what would it look like:

The castle sits on a lonely, rocky, and almost inhabitable island. It's a behemoth of stone with a multitude of towers branching off from the keep and walls withstanding time and weather well, sitting the bluffs of a rocky coastline, with an underwater cave system that can also grant a secret exit/entrance to those with knowledge of it. A distance from the coastline is a coral reef and ring of stone formations, protecting the coastline from erosion.


(I can provide links to all of the free-to-use desktop wallpapers I used to make this and point out my edits if needed.)

Extras:

Traits

Courageous
Noble
Insightful
Cunning
Resourceful
Mischievous
Blunt
Slightly Controlling
Good Host
Appears Morbid to those who don't know him.

Likes

Little get togethers.
Friends
Giving his full attention
Freedom to do as he wishes
Being mischievous
Mysteries
Exploring
Swimming in the ocean.
Growing his own food.

Diet

Loves anything eatable from the sea.
Any fruits, his favorites are:
All berries
Pears
Peaches
Tangerines
Blood Oranges.
A few vegetables, his favorites are:
Olives
Eggplant
Tomatoes
Water chestnuts
Bell Peppers, especially the red ones.

Dislikes

Large groups.
Feeling scared or overwhelmed.
His friends being hurt.
Not being able to help his friends.
Anyone mad at him.

Story

The community was starting to retreat for the evening like many other occasions. Parents and guardians were in the midst of tidying up as the young parras played. Then suddenly, there was a scream. Shouting followed and all could clearly hear. It seemed one of the orphans was dead. A crowd gathered and everyone stood around the body. It was the different looking one. They all knew and were fond of the boy. He was kind, very spirited, but liked his pranks as well. Yet there he laid, with blue bruising and bleeding cuts. Anyone looking would say he had suffered a vicious beating. The ground even bore evidence of the struggle.

One by one, they all looked at a group of young parras, standing away from the crowd, with sorrow and judgement in their eyes. He had reported the teasing. They had done nothing. He had reported that it soon turned into bullying. The adults had only gathered the lot of children for a general talk and did nothing else beyond that. None of the adults thought that the young ones would do something like this only because one parra seemed so different. What would they do now? They couldn't do nothing this time. Something had to be done. But how? They were their children. How could the young ones have done this? What could they do about it?

The children stood silently. They knew they had done something. They knew they had gone too far. However, they were stunned by the scream and shouting.


Just then, a voice spoke. One that they thought they would never hear again. It was inquisitive, intelligent, and to the point, belonging to a natural investigator. "Now do you understand how out of control it can get if not taken seriously?"


The group turned back to look at Nobilis. He was sitting up and looking around, into the eyes of each and every one of them their. They were shocked, and some were quickly becoming angry. One shouted, "His apparent death was nothing but a prank! You little.." The adult parra trailed off, snapping his beak.


The youngster with horns that looked like red coral with a nearly matching colored mane, that went all the way down to the tip of his tail; two long feathers of the same color hanging from the sides of his beak, and splotchy odd coloring that reminded everyone of a koi fish, spoke up again. "The bruises and cuts are real. I am hurt, but not that badly hurt. Yet, I could have been and I could be if it continuous." Nobilis' gaze seemed to strike through each of them.


They looked down, at eachother, at the other young parras, or into the surrounding night. They looked anywhere, but at him. They felt ashamed. One elder stepped up and faced the others. "This youngin is right. There is no reason why the other youngsters find him so much of a threat. We should have taught them to be more understanding and accepting of the different. We will now though."

The elder made a few low hums, and then turned to Nobilis. "Youngin, you scared us. This is not the first time you've acted as such. I know it was for a good cause. However, this has been one too many. As this is your third strike here, you must leave our community." With watery eyes, the elder ushered the other young parras to the meeting room, to await the other adults. He did not wish to send Nobilis away, but he wouldn't turn his back on the community rules.


The next to leave where the angry ones. They had always disliked and scolded at his pranks and other little quirks. Again, they looked at him and shook their heads disapprovingly before joining the elder and children.

The most of the rest left, one by one, and a few each said something to him. They had loved him in their own why. While he was orphaned, many considered him to be adopted by the whole community. Each adult have loved one of his many traits, and each had sought to teach him more than he knew.


One adult loved exploring and mysteries; he would readily invite Nobilis to join him on trips. "When you find a place, write me. That way I know where to send invitations for more adventuresn, son." Then the adult turned and left.

Another loved innocent pranks and it would help keep the mood in the community light and fun. "I'm awfully sorry kiddo. Write me too, will you? I still have a ton of things I could teach you. Heh, I hadn't taught you the Endless Tunnel yet." He looked at Nobilis with sorrow, but offered a little smile before leaving.

A female stooped, and broke off some leaves from a plant, and then began to rub the young parras' bruises and cuts with it. "I can still teach you a lot too, even if only by paper. I know a lot more than the natural plants around here. So write me too? Please?" She was well versed in plant life, but knew a lot more about many things that she let on. She had often pushed Nobilis to do research on things he wanted to know. Her library was well stocked. She gave him a quick pat on the back, and then rushed away.

One last adult stopped to talk to him. He was the one who taught Nobilis the most about other parras. "Son, keep your chin up and keep it clean. You would have been out of the orphanage soon anyways. Don't you worry. You have enough sense about you more than you ever did before. You'll be able to make your own home somewhere. Keep in touch with us though. Even though the elder says you have to leave, we're still your friends." He nodded to the young parra, and watched Nobilis walk off into the night. He yelled after the kid. "Since you like water so much, go find your paradise near it!"


That was what he had just done. Nobilis explored the world and met many different parras and humans. Some became good friends and some weren't worth an apple. He finally found his paradise. It was a vacated castle that stood on bluffs along a coastline of an island. The island was mostly barren. However, within the castles' walls were fertile soils and the sea within the ring of coral and stone formations surrounding the island made it live-able. He lived off the bounty from the sea for a year, since he knew that the climate of the area would affect what he could and couldn't grow. Nobilis soon found out that the island suffered many storms throughout a nearly constant warm weather year round. After noting the climate, he would go away for a short while, and each time come back with new plants to grow within the grounds. There were trees, shrubs, bushes, vines, and more. All had a purpose, be it food, medicine, or drink.

During the time away, he took advantage of his friends asking him to write him. He would tell them of his adventures, the island and castle he found, what he had discovered on the island since his last letter, ask how the community was doing, ask any other questions he might have had, talk about his doings, comment on his friends wrote, ask them questions about their lives, and in every letter sent invite them to come for a visit. Which they did a few times. Every parts was sad, yet they had to leave. Nobilis would look forward to each new visit though.

He uses everything of what he has learned and continues to learn, to help him on the island. Like when he fell into a underground cave system through a covered hole, to grow his lush garden, to upkeep the castle, and help protect the reef. Nothing seemes like work though, and always has fun. Like how he mischievously plays with the fish. In fact, one of his favorite past times is to lay on the bottom of the ocean floor and settle down until the fish forget he is there. Then when they start swimming around him, since he blends in so well with the coral and sand, he will suddenly dart up and chase the fish around before having to surface. Sometimes he takes advantage of this trick to catch him some meat for his dinner as well. Nobilis continues to make expeditions, bring things back to add to his garden or collections, and readily invites any friends to come visit him. He is happy and finds life a gift without holding anyone against anything. Occasionally he meets up with old friends elsewhere or at home, but is always happy to meet new ones as well.



Art
Took so much time trying to work on getting the markings just right, I've substituted fish from wallpapers instead of doing them myself (not like they'd look that great anyways XD). If I have time, I'll continue to work on it till the deadline.
Coral = http://darkadathea.deviantart.com/



His song
Outside the Box, by Obsidian


Fun Facts
The name I chose, Nobilis, was the original specific name for red coral's scientific name. It also means "noble" in latin.

His name is actually pronounced differently than the word. In character, Nobilis actually likes to take advantage of any situation of when he can say "No, Bill is." He is actually saying his name, but making it sound like he's talking about someone named Bill. He finds great amusement in any confused looks he gets.

[waterstar.]

Name: Constantine // latin
Gender: male
If they owned a castle what would it look like:
Extras:

[Omosky]

bump?

[caylaayla]

good luck everyone!!

[SilverSamurai]

good luck everyone!