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U S E R N A M E ;; Ashton Fletcher

N A M E ;; Shikoba
M E A N I N G ;; A Choctaw name meaning "feather"
N I C K N A M E ( S ) ;; Kobi

G E N D E R ;; Male
O R I E N T A T I O N ;; Biromantic Asexual

A G E ;; Young Adult

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P E R S O N A L I T Y ;;

+ r e s e r v e d +
There's far more to Shikoba than he tends to let on to others. He's the type of Belldandy to, more often than not, keep his emotions to himself, partially due to his shy nature. He is slow to build close relationships, preferring to get a good feel for someone else before officially committing to them.

+ s t u b b o r n +
Even as a young Dee, Kobi would never do anything unless he wanted to do it. He will dig his hooves into the ground in protest if he begins to think he's being forced into something.

+ d i s c i p l i n e d +
Kobi prides himself in being a Dee who can easily control his actions.



L I K E S ;;
tea, raspberries, maple leaves, birds & birdwatching, watercolor painting

D I S L I K E S ;;
crabgrass, dirty fur, blueberries, tomatoes, swimming

[ｐｒｉｘｉｅ]

Username: PIRACY
Name: wip.
Gender: female

[The Glass Doe]

Username: Troye
Name: Ezra
Gender: Male
Personality: Curious * Intelligent * Dedicated * Strong * Witty
Ezra..he's a very unique guy in a few ways. He's very special, there aren't many, if any, others out there like him. His traits go together like a puzzle, each piece fitting together perfectly to creature this bigger picture. He's always been into inventing things, for as long as he can remember. His mom knew there was something about him, his father wasn't too sure about his inventing. He never thought it'd go anywhere, he'd try to push him in another direction. Ezra was dedicated, though. He's always been that type of dee. He would devote many, many hours to a project if he had his heart set on it. If it didn't work in the end, he'd try again. His curiosity often gets the best of him, but it's led him to many discoveries. Everyone who meets him can tell from the start just how intelligent he is.

Occupation:
As you can probably guess by now, Ezra is an inventor. He loves creating new things, especially turning old things into new things. It's been a hobby of his from a very young age, although his parents really didn't understand it. Most children his age drew, or sang, or wanted to be actors and actresses, yet he sat at his desk for hours and hours just making little blueprints for his next invention.

Wings:
Tonight was a dark, seemingly endless night. Continuous hours went by, each one filled with an equal amount of work and brainstorming. Sat down in his somewhat small, chilly bedroom, Ezra tapped on the hardwood floor with his pencil, staring at the ceiling. He had been trying to figure out how he was going to make this idea work for..who knows how long at this point? It really wasn't an idea he had just thought up a week ago, it had been resting in the back of his mind for many years. His idea? Well, he wanted to make a set of fake wings..that could actually make you fly. He wasn't sure how he was going to complete this, but he was set on making it happen.
Ezra started by collecting various objects, any he could really find--sticks, feathers, string, rubber bands, paper, the list went on an on. He wanted to be sure he had what he needed. He moved on to researching many things, a big subject being birds. From there, he made his blueprint. His first blueprint for this idea he could only hope would work. He began to build based on the shape of bird wings, the wings of those belldees he aspired to be like. He would admit that they played a huge role in this idea, and maybe he didn't even care if they were functional wings or not. He just wanted to be like those other dees.
First try, he put the set of wings on, immediately being weighed down by them. He could barely hold himself up, rushing to remove them and biting his cheeks as he walked back over to his desk. He plopped down in the little rolling chair and leaned back, sighing. He began to think to himself again, wondering how he could keep the same concept, and take the weight off as well. It suddenly popped into his mind, the way he could improve them. He grinned, sitting up straight and getting back to his work.
Second try, Ezra tried them on, not really thinking anything of them at first. He shifted around a bit, trying to decide how he felt about them, yet he still wasn't sure. Knock knock knock-- "Ezra?" --Ezra raced to the door, tripping on some 'invisible string' and falling on his face as his father poked his head into the room. He placed his hands on either side of himself, standing back up and shaking it off. "Um, are you alright? That looks like it hurt."
"Yeah..I'm fine." It was a bit of a lie, his elbow was probably bleeding.
"Oh, okay. Whatcha doing, bud?"
"I'm, um..inventing."
"Oh..well, dinner is almost ready, so could, you wrap it up for tonight?"
"Y-you don't understand, Dad. I need to have this done."
"Why is that?"
"A..um, a competition..?" Another lie, he just wanted to fit in with the group of cool kids at school.
"What competition? Why wouldn't you tell me you're entering?"
"It's a contest for inventors, like myself. I would've, but I wanted it to be a surprise."
"I didn't know they had a competition like that around this time of year?"
"Y-yeah."
"Well..if that's what you want to do, go ahead I guess. Your dinner will be in the microwave."
With that, Ezra's dad finally walked away, gently closing his door. He sighed with relief, walking to his desk and retrieving an alcohol wipe. He pressed it firmly against his elbow, trying his hardest to ignore the pain.
The rest of the night was spent fixing this pair of fake wings multiple times, getting more and more frustrated, but still going on, trying and trying countless times. There was a moment when it finally clicked, his brain just worked with him and finally poured to him the answer. His face lit up as he got back to work on this project of his, sure it was finally going to work..
And it did. He strapped the wings to himself, making sure they were secure before beginning to..fly? He knew belldees flew, but he had never been able to do it. Never. He never even was taught how to, how could he suddenly do it? Maybe it was just a coincidence and they weren't really how he was doing this suddenly, but he was so motivated to continue inventing after these wings made him fly. That's really a time he will always hold close to him.

Favorite Activity:
Other than just inventing, or writing in his journal, Ezra loves nothing more than to relax with some hot tea and a short story next to the fireplace. Of course, he also loves this activity when he gets to be covered up by the quilt his grandmother made for his mom. It's a calming activity, and it brings him a sense of joy that, normally, only his inventions can bring him.

Other: Oh gosh, I wanted to just include this gif because ah it's so wonderful and it calms me a lot and also Ezra loves hot tea? So click here to see it --- also, thank you for your time. I love this species and this lil guy so darn much ah<3