[vulpes vulpes]

Username: Vulpes Vulpes
Name: Emma
Gender: Female
Art OR Story(optional):

[NE0N-UMBR30N]

Username:A-Wall
Please note,I am doing this tryout for Mightyena<3.They said they love this little one,but don't have the time to tryout.Also I really want to do tryouts for some reason >w<;
SO!Should this form win,it will go to her,not me<3
Name:Coraline
Gender:Female
Art OR Story(optional):
might do either,she hasn't told me what yet

[stellulite]

Username: Karkat.
Name: Ellison (maybe? ;o;)
Gender: Female
Art OR Story(optional):

woah thats big. Ill fix it later <3

[Tricksters]

Has this ended? Or have you at least thought up an end date for
this little Plumie?

[CompleteCuriosity]

ehh I hope it hasn't ended >.< my art isn't quite finished yet...........

[Xhat]

I'm also curious as to when this is going to end...
sorry if I'm being a bother posting here! q^q

I can delete this if needed.

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Username: key
Name: Katrina
Meaning: pure
Gender: Female

Story:

(The scene begins in a computer lab at school, where the assignment is to research the meaning of their names.)

(Katrina eagerly sits down and opens the search engine, but what she finds, she can hardly believe.) "Pure?!? Phttt ha! Yeah right, like that's supposed to represent me. Katrina, the girl who can run any race, faster than any boy. Katrina, the girl who rolls on the grass in the rain, wearing her mama's favorite dress. Who picks worms out of the mud to hide in her math teacher's desk. That girl who always eats a peanut butter jelly sandwich in the front row at church, so the pastor can glare at her the whole delicious time. I always thought mama named me after that Hurricane Katrina; it makes a load of a more sense than some pretty word describin' a princess. I ain't no princess. I'm a no good, dirty rotten, pig-stealing, great great grandfathe- wait... that's from Holes... where was I?... Oh yeah, I'm a stormin' evil bookworm, self-taught computer hacker, with a penchant for everything Texan and technological. Don't like my oxymoronic occupations? I haven't even started yet! Just last year-"

(The teacher starts to get annoyed.) "Katrina, while I'm sure I'd love to hear more examples of your wonderful alliteration skills, do you think I can have my class back now? The bell's just about to ring and-"

(The bell rings, causing the students to rush out of the computer lab in a flood of excited chatter. The teacher just sighs, rubs her head, and fixes her ruffled feathers.) "Did I bring my Aspirin today?" (She walks back to her desk and opens the first drawer to find it filled to the brim with wriggling worms.) "GAAAHH OH Ho ho o, (deep breath) KATRINA!!!" (The computer screen on the desk flicks on and words appear, so she reads them out loud to the empty classroom.) "Gotcha there teach! Did you really think that I gave that whole speech for nothin'?" (The screen goes dark and the teacher slides into her seat, starting at the floor.) "But I'm your English teacher, not your math teacher."

(Several moments of silence pass, then she hears a smothered snicker from the computer lab next door.)


xxxxx
"I quit."

{377 words}

[Arrows]

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-John F. Kennedy

Username: Arrows
Name: Clovis - as in Clovis, the European King
of the Franks, born circa 466 A.D.
Gender: Male
Story:

"Mama?"
"Yes, Clovis?"
"I was just thinking. You never told me, what happened to Father?"
"Oh, Clovis. That's for another day."
"But I want to know about him and my name and everything. You said he named me."
"Okay, Clovis. Come inside for some tea, and I'll tell you about him."
"Thanks, Ma."
Little Clovis, who had been lying lazily in the soft ferns, swiping curiously at a fluttering butterfly in his quiet backyard, with his mother sitting on the porch watching him and reading, got to his feet and trotted inside after Ma. Inside, it was cool and quiet. He sat down at their small wood dining table in silence until his mother brought out two cups of Earl Grey tea, setting one in front of him and sitting in the other chair at the table with her own cup.
"Now, Clovis, your father was a good man."
"I know, Mama."
"When you were born, he was very ill. He was a strong person, but this sickness had truly beaten him down. But he told me, 'I will see my little boy's birth.'" She looked very serious. Clovis's mother was a beautiful lady. Her name was Ellie Mae, and she had the prettiest blue-green eyes, sparkly green feathers with blue spots, and lovely, long brown hair that she pulled back in a bun. "And he did just that," she finally continued. "You were born, and I've never seen a sweeter smile on his face. I wanted him to name you. He looked at you for a long time, with longing and true love. Finally, he said, 'Clovis. For he will be as strong and brave as his namesake, just like you must be, my love.' And I knew he was talking about himself partially when he said that. But I knew the name was perfect. As he grew weaker, he never stopped loving us both fiercely. Despite his sickness, he insisted on seeing you each and every day. Eventually, he passed away. His last words were, 'I love you, Clovis and Ellie Mae.'"
"What was his name?"
"Kai."
"What does his name mean, Ma?"
"The sea, dear, the sea. Which is why you must think of him when you look to the ocean. For he is there, and he is here, if you believe."
"I believe."
"I know you do." Mother had tears in her eyes, but she smiled softly to Clovis, glad that he knew.
"What did he look like?"
"Oh, have you not seen the pictures? Well, Kai was truly the sea. His eyes were the color of the ocean on a gorgeous day. He had teal hair that blew across his face in the wind. He had a marking like wings on his shoulder. He was...everything." Ellie Mae cried softly.
"I'm here, Mama."
"Yes. You are my everything now, my lovely Clovis. And I love you."
"I love you too."
"And he loves you."
"I know."

{491/500}

[tiny-fire]

Very sorry this did not have an end date set sooner! I will be ending this Monday, June 8th since I'll be away until then.

[Moorray]

Username: Nice Dipper
Name: Castillia
Gender: Female
Story= 367 words

Castillia sat outside of the hospital. The bushes bloomed in magnificent color as spring started to
come. This day was just perfect, too perfect. It should be a day of rain, with flowers wilting as she
walked past. It should be like that everyday, from now on at least. What would the others think of her as.
The disabled? Someone vulnerable to all comments about her? Hopefully they never find out.
But the chance of it not being found out is unlikely. She's been out of school for over a month now,
at the hospital all this time. Someone's got to be worried about her, maybe Eli was. She was her best friend, but her
determination to be with the popular girls scared Castillia. Would Eli actually leave her to be with these girls? That
would be a nightmare to come back to school with. If that actually is a fear that Castillia has, then why is she still
friends with Eli?
Castillia was wishing she had her 3DS to comfort her at the moment. So many... dangerous thoughts were rushing through her head. Her 3DS held her Pokemon games. One of her favorite had to be heart gold, the feature of having a companion always by your side stunned her. Her favorite to have as a complain was Cyndaquill. He was like a warm campfire, something soothing brings you to the heat, and when you move away, the heat follows you. It keeps you warm and comforted at times of need. Just like her parents could. But they had to rush Castillia to the hospital a month ago after a series of fevers. Her worst one being 102 degrees (Ferinhieght). She hadn't seen them since. The last words Castillia could remember were, 'it will be alight, sweetie,' easily her mother's words. She didn't have anything but the hostpital TV, and that wasn't something you could truly interact with.
Castillia felt herself getting sick yet again, just for sitting outside. she was practically being attacked from
the inside out. But that's just what autoimmune disease does. and the flowers can't bloom until there's a cure. The plumerian sighed, before walking back in to what seemed like purgatory.