[GressgrinAST]

Username:
adventureswordtora

Name:
Fedor 'Nadezhda' Alistratov

Gender:
Transgender; designated male at birth and given the name Fedor, but feels female and took on the name Nadezhda instead.

Extra explaining for they got their scarf:
Nadezhda hails from the cold, snowy mountains of north Russia; a place where it is cold all year round and sometimes the only warmth is the friendship and love that runs fast through the veins of your companions like golden blood. The winds are so cold and blow with such strength that a candle or bonfire lit in the open wouldn't last a second, and they certainly wouldn't serve any purpose other than wasting precious fuel. Thanks to this, many have chosen to explore the mountains exclusively with company so that, at the very least, they would stay warm inside, despite freezing outside. Nadezhda is a perfect example of what many Russian plumerians would call 'a beacon of warmth' under that light; she is exceedingly friendly, and many others often help her out in return for the good deeds that she does for them.

One cold day, colder than any other day that Nadezhda had ever lived through, the plumerian found herself lost hopelessly out in the mountains in a region that she had never explored before, not once. The wind blew harsh, carrying bucketfuls of snow, ice and hail with it, and each step she took through the half-metre thick snow felt like she was being stabbed with hundreds of daggers formed from pure ice; and she thought she was used to the cold.

The poor girl was without a single article of clothing and, as such, her short fur did next to nothing to reduce the pain that she was experiencing. She had no food to keep her stamina up, no water to quench her, no fire to keep her warm, no shelter to rest in come night, no friends to warm her heart. She thought she was done for. She was wrong.

Although the mountains were indeed barren and void of nearly all life, every so often, Nadezhda would come across another sentient being, one kind enough to donate whatever they could to her. A sheet of cloth; piece of cotton; even simple lengths of thread; Nadezhda received each generous gift with great gratitude and a warm thanks.

Seven years she was lost in those mountains. To be precise, seven years, two months, twenty-two days, nine hours, and fifty-three minutes. And in those long, drawn-out periods of time, Nadezhda eventually acquired enough pieces of material to craft a crude scarf with the thread she had been given and a sharp bone from somebody's meal serving as the needle with a small hole sitting near the top, letting the thread run through easily. It wasn't exactly a 'glamarous' scarf, each of the irregularly-shaped patched being a different size and colour, but it was warm enough to keep Nadezhda in a stable condition- one stable enough to provide her with the energy needed to escape her cold prison of the mountains.

The journey back, at the very least, Nadezhda concluded, would take several days to a week, not including any time that she took to take a rest. Even the simple thought of the journey ahead sent a shiver down her spine.

[carmineflyer]

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Username: carmineflyer

Name: Evanna
"young fighter"

Gender: Female
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My name is Evanna and I am a fighter. Not the kind you see in books or movies, but the silent kind, one that fights ordinary battles every day. I grew up fast, but they tell me that I'll stay young forever. They gave me toys and stories filled with happily ever afters and told me to make the most of my childhood, since it would be eternal. I became a silent rebel, because they wouldn't let me mature, too filled with the idea of their daughter remaining so small and innocent for the rest of her life.

It's been over eighteen years now. I should be going to collage, finding a boy, falling in love and learning to be independent. Instead, I'm stuck inside a glorified nursery while my aging parents fawn over me. I pace like a caged animal around my brightly colored room, plotting a way out.

I'm restless, and won't stop moving, talking, thinking. There's a window, a skylight. I'm too small to reach it, but smart enough to find a way to get there. I pile chairs, stools, books, one on top of the other, in the dead of night to reach it. The ceilings high and the tower is unsteady. I fall, but I get back up, time and time again. Toys join the haphazard tower, the stuffed animals providing little support, more so filling in the gaps between the more solid items. I use almost everything in my room, and I finally reach the top.

I slide open the window quietly, cool night air brushing past my fur. I'm free, and I can go where ever I wish. I am no longer caged. But the world outside my nursery is foreign to me. I have never been out in the streets without someone to hold my hand, someone to guide me past dangers even I do not see. No, I cannot escape yet. My parents cage me, but they have their reasons. I will wait.

The last item I placed on my tower was a baby doll, wrapped in a blanket my parents said matched my eyes. The last piece in a puzzle. I take the blanket from the doll, wrap it around my neck. The doll is just that, a toy, and it doesn't need the blanket any more then I need to be caged. I'm not a child anymore, and my parents will soon see that.

[freybugg]

Username:
~RedWolf~
Name:
wip
Gender:
Male
Extra explaining for they got their scarf:
His mother made it for him to hide an extremely embarrassing rash that had formed on between his back and shoulder. The rash went away after a while, but he was so used to wearing it that he just continued to do so. Now he has many uses for his accessorie.
wip

[Kydashing]

Username: Kydashing
Name: Cynthia Ways
Gender: Female
Extra explaining for they got their scarf:

Wip!

[labradude]

☁ username::
labradoodle.
☁ name::
noah
☁ gender::
male
☁ scarf::
will be art, used to be a bindle. WIP.

[ibolya]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Extra explaining for they got their scarf:

resssss

[vulpes vulpes]

➵ Username:
Vulpes Vulpes
➵ Name:
Dakota
➵ Gender:
Male
➵ The Scarf:
Dokota's a Boy Scout. He was fairly new, smallest AND youngest one there. The kids at school would make fun of him, and call him a girl. He wanted to show them being a Boy Scout is manly! One of the boys had a scarf, his favorite color.
"Let's make a bet, if you see i'm not a girl... Then I get that scarf of yours!" Snickered Dakota
"What?! No- I mean, deal..." He puffed.
Dakota invited the boys over to his camp for a week. "I bet these boys sell girl scout cookies..." Chuckled one of the boys. They all laughed.
"No, we don't..." Grumbled Dakota. "This will be your cabin, it's supposed to be haunted..." Dakota said in a suspenseful voice. The boys walked in the cabin, seemed nice. They settled in, and it was time for the first activity.
ACTIVITY #1 - A RACE
"A race? Hah! I'll be all ya'll!" Said the boy with the scarf. His name was Rick, he was the popularist plumerian in Dakota's school... "Ready, set? Go!" Yelled the camp Councler. The boys ran, of course Rick and his little group were the fastest. For now at least... A rocky hill was ahead, were they prepared? First thing one of Rick's boys tripped over a rock, then another. They got up, but were at the back of the pack. Dakota and a few other kids were catching up when they met the muddy area. Mud was splashing everywhere, Rick seemed a bit surprised. Were not doing arts-n-crafts? Surprising... Thought Rick. Dakota was in 3rd place, Rick in 1st.
"I guess your little girl camp isn't that girly, but I need more proof!" Sassed Rick. "Oh you'll see something manly...!"
They did many activities, but this one was sure to prove Rick wrong!
ACTIVITY #7- IN THE WOODS
The last night, last activity. They had to stay in the woods, with nothing but food, a canteen, and the forest's supplies.
Rick, Dakota, and a couple other kids were in one group. "I'm the leader, ya hear that?" Rick stated. No one said anything, so he was the leader.
"I'll make the fire, I guess?" Dakota said, getting sticks together. He had flint and stone, paper, and twigs.
"I'll gather some sticks!" Said the other kid.
"I'll, uh.. Keep watch." Said Rick.
"You have to do something... Like go get some water." Said Dakota handing Rick the canteen. Rick snatched it and headed to the creek. Dakota started to build the shelter, it seemed good!
-Sticks
-Mud
-Clay
Perfect! "This will keep us safe, and I packed the blankets and pillows! This is good!" Said Dakota, talking to himself.
He realized Rick wasn't back, he went to find him. When Dakota reached Rick, he was still getting water into the canteen.
I'll scare him... Dakota thought. He put twigs and leaves in his fur, and mud as well. It was getting dark, perfect.
When Rick got up, Dakota jumped out. "Raaaaaw!!" Screamed Dakota. Rick screamed, dropped the canteen, and ran off. Dakota laughed, he screamed like he was a girl!
When everyone was at the shelter, Rick told them about the "monster". They went to sleep, and Rick was convinced Dakota wasn't a girl.
The next morning, Rick threw the scarf at Dakota's feet. "Have it, you-you proved me wrong..." Sighed Rick looking down at his feet. Dakota had the scarf, he was happy. The story went around school that Rick got proved wrong, he was embarrassed. Dakota had new friends, and a new scarf.

[gold]

Username: Gold
Name: WIP
Gender: Female
Extra explaining for they got their scarf: WIP

[pratt]

Username:
merlin.
Name:
Samuel Usain Whitwicky
Gender:
genderfluid, prefers he/him pronouns
Extra explaining for they got their scarf:

[rockosaur]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Extra explaining for they got their scarf:
res