[Master of Nothing]

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[amithea]

username; amberwonder
name; TreeLife
gender; male
personality; Friendly, shy and approachable, TreeLife, at first glance, is a fairly gentle plumerian. He does however have another side to him; he can go from a quiet, reserved plumerian to a hyper, energetic adrenalin junkie in a matter of seconds- all it takes is a rollercoaster!
response to others; he is quiet and doesn't talk too much. He's not very social.

[MapleNeko]

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~MapleFeather~
(A non-owner)
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Edward
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Male
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Edward can be a rather distant character, people just aren't his thing, he prefers to keep to himself. He has been rather misunderstood a lot because of his rather aloof demeanor, often thought of as uncaring and harsh. Internally he cares a lot about things, just quietly and from a distance. That kitten that's been sitting in that box for the past 3 days? hes the one who fed it and brought it to shelter. That baby bird on the ground? hes the one who picked it up and put it back in its nest. He's never tried to fit into a "Normal" way of acting, he'd rather be alone with his thoughts, a safe haven. The public views him as a cold strange person, he never really talks, always seems off in his own world, and has no friends. Edwards really doesn't mind this "Persona" if you will, he often gets left alone and hes happy for this. If anyone where to ever worm their way into Edwards life, (with quite a fight i would think) he would be their protector, hes not afraid to make himself look worse, nothing would ever hurt them. To those few who have won his loyalty, you have earned it forever,nothing you can do would change his mind about you, hes hard to earn, and hard to lose.
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Edward sat in the park, resting comfortably in the fork of a tree branch, his eyes fixed contently on the sky. Down below he heard a squeal and curiously glanced down to look at the producer of such a sound. What he saw made is eyes widen slightly, was that....a child? The young creature was wandering around the base of the tree, bumping into things along the way all of a sudden it tripped and landed on its fuzzy face. With a small gasp, Edward lept down from their branch worried that the little one had hurt its self. The second he stepped next to it the chubby little thing climbed to its paws, took one look and Edward and started crying."U...Ummmm" Edward muttered in shock very, very unsure of what he what to do. He took a step towards the child and thought, they like soft things right? so he made the tough dissension to take off his beloved scarf and draped it on the toddler. It immediately stop crying as if puzzled where the giant fluffy thing had come from and started nuzzling it. Edward flinched as the little ones tears got into the fabric but he didn't take hi scarf back as much as he wanted too. Ok, must find the mom he thought, that way i can have my scarf back. He quickly scanned the area look for an adult plumie who was either calling out for someone or looked distressed. He quickly spotted one who looked like a candidate. he grabbed one end of the scarf and slowly began leading the child in the direction of the assumed mother. when he was half way there the other plumie noticed him and came running over"Oh my goodness where have you been!?" she said totally ignoring Edward, she fussed over him for a few seconds then out of know where shot Edward a death glare "And what were you doing!" Edward took a step back, surprised at the hostility he hadent earned," No...Nothing mam, i spotted him wandering around" She growled at him eyeing his messy hair and slightly harsh eyes," I don't believe it for a second, come one were leaving" she started tugging the child away but before she got to far the little one ran back, dropped his scarf and returned to their mum who shot another evil eye at Edward. He sat their dumbstruck, he scarf coiled at his paws, what had he done to earn so much animosity? He shook his head and bent to pick up his scarf, this, was why he didn't like to interact with people, they seemed to have an instinctual dislike of him, oh well. He climbed back into his tree, and watched as the pair left, then the child glanced back and smiled, in return, what the young one saw was a hesitant ghost of a smile on the strange plumies face that had helped her, that was more then enough for her.

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[CorruptedSong]

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Fuyukai, Obnoxious- Japanese.
'Kai' For short
highly objectionable or offensive; odious:
obnoxious behavior.
annoying or objectionable due to being a showoff or attracting undue attention to oneself:
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Kai is extremely straight forward, and can rub off as rude, simple, or just plain ignorant. In actual fact, Kai is none of these things, yet he doesn't make an effort to emphasize that point. Some could even push away his kind actions, and ignore the little effort he does actually make, only to mistake him as lazy and good-for-nothing. This really upsets Kai, and, is actually the reason that he chooses to use less words to make up a sentence than most would anyway!
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Kai generally chooses to show off using actions, not words, for he does not see the so-called 'beauty' in words,not like he does in actions. Kai believes that when you talk or write, you do not leave an imprint as vivid in someones memory as you would, say, if you hit them. This belief comes from when he was young, and was not treated in the correct manner, thus making him deemed 'unsocial' and 'stupid'. Now, these were just words, and, although they stung, they were nothing compared to the physical abuse that he underwent each day. Kai generally sits in his house, humming to himself, and painting surrealism book-covers and the like. He likes to read manga a lot though, and, although he chooses not to read word-filled books, as he believes that they will 'Brain-wash' the world, he enjoys studying the movements of the characters and how the art used represents that, with minimal words spoken. He sees himself a lot in Ritsuka Aoyagi from the 'Loveless' Animé and Manga.

[claypigeon]

* please note, this form is meant to be a perfect writing opportunity and not na form with art or coding. This will be a form with just words!

username; funsized
name; Cobana
gender; female
personality; Cobana is somewhat an interesting little plumerian. She's for sure a greedy little pig, but hey! Don't take this the wrong way! You and everyone else in this economy are somewhat greedy. Yes sure, we share but most of you never give to charity, or do anything of the sorts. So Cobana is just like a lot of you readers. She's never cared about anyone but herself, sure she seems sweet but on the inside there is not a single merciful bone in her body. She's a cunning salesman who can be loud, bold and arrogant, but in a smart way. See, she can be a huge suck-up, if you got the money. Unless your more powerful then she is, she'll chew up and spit you out. And chewing you up is the most wonderful pleasure-bringing activity she has ever known. Cobana is dedicated, but does find love in plenty of things. She's not heartless, she loves all her ball pythons, just plumerians are a little too stupid.
Get ready world, Cobana is coming you're way!
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it is just not fair!! Stuck with these... Peasants. God *beep* * beep* *beepin'* ( did I mention this is censored?. Cobana is having a rough day. Late for work, and stuck in the middle of a Tim Horton's Line that is very very long. It's these days that you look back on your life and feel like crap at seeing just how little you have achieved. oh no... Oh *beep*! It's 7:39 Cobana thinks, 9 minutes late already. The line is like a parade of the elderly, it goes on and on and moves 5 mph. All the sudden, Cobana trips a guy trying to get in front of her. She cooly smiles at him. He, who has a terrible temper, stops and gets up from the floor. " why.in.hell.did.you.trip.me?" he said furiously. " why in hell did you try and get in front of me?" Cobana retorts. " Oh who cares anyway now, I FINALLY can order" Cobana adds as she reaches the till. " one coffee, an oreo doughnut.." However in the middle of ordering the man barged in and said: " and a breakfast biscuit #5, a large coffee with cream and sugar and a box of 50 timbits that are all jelly.." Cobana snapped. " NO WAY IN HECK I'M BUYING A 50$ MEAL FOR YOU, GAS BAG!" she roared. Then cooly looked at the Tim hortons lady and said, scrap everything he said..." Then she went into a whisper, " but add a large coffee filled with nothing but sugar.". Cobana waited a couple of minutes as the man hang around her until she got her order. " here's your coffee flea bag" she said in a monotone. " thanks!" The man said gleefully, then took a big gulp and spat. A wave of sugar flowed through his mouth, all over the customers. " why did you do this?!?!" He yelled annoyingly. " Cobana turned around, just as she was opening the door. " hey its the American way right?" She said cooly, and left the Tim hortons. The end.

[Captain Chomp]

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Author's Note: The text below will most liekley not be colored as I think the black fits his colors and I'm trying not to use his colors in the form other than art.
username;
Champion.
name;
Derek
gender;
male
personality;
Derek comes off as a charming plumerian even though he often tries not to be the center of attention.Even though he hates to be in the spotlight, his kindness does not diminish. Social venues are not his forte, instead he'd much rather be at his cozy little home with a pen and paper scribbling down words to take himself on an adventure where no one can reach him. Since he loves writing and adventures, he also loves books.

Being the cheerful guy that he is, he always looks on the bright side. However this refusal to avoid looking at the bad side of things is a huge flaw. Derek tends to get hurt by this type of attitude as he never sees the bad things that will come back to bite him in his plumerian rump. After being knocked off his paws from this blindside attack Derek can find himself bouncing back within the next couple of days as like most people he can't just shrug it off.

Derek is not a picky Plumerian as he finds it makes him come off as rude to others when offered something and he says no so even if it's something he doesn't like [Such as pancakes] he'll take it and try his best to deal with it without looking like it's more work than it should be.

Riddles are a key thing to what makes Derek well Derek. For he's had a love of riddles ever since he can remember which has had a large effect on his personality. He speaks in mostly made up riddles which he makes up on the spot to make his conversations a bit more difficult to understand. Getting him to answer a question means you'll get a question in response which you need to answer to get his original answer.

By Trixyr
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I am using groenii's Luka with their permission.
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❉The First Impression❉

It wasn't the day Derek had originally planned for himself. No, he had planned to spend all day locked up inside his house, hidden under his blankets and writing, with every so often a cookie and a hot chocolate break. Instead the lack of said snack materials had sent him out into the roofless and bird-filled outer world. His paw steps were quick on the concrete sidewalk as he made his way to the local grocery store, which was just a few blocks away. With the bright summer sun beating down on his furry body, the trip seemed much longer than it was. Then when his paws triggered the sensor to make the automatic doors slide open, a blast of frigid cold air hit him in the face. It wasn't only the happily welcomed air that hit him in the face, but a bright red balloon came across his face as well. It swept his hair to the side as it did, covering his eyes.

Suddenly a childish chuckle rang in his ears. Wanting to know the owner of this red menace he used a paw to push his hair out of his eyes. Dull grey-green eyes had caught the sight of a brightly colored child. On his tail was tied a red mickey mouse looking balloon and plastered on the boy's face was a mischievous grin. "Pardon me," Derek spoke, interrupting the laughter of the child. "If there's an elephant in your way what would you wish for it to do?"

The small child turned his head to look back, trying to stop his laughter with a friendly smile. The younger one's bright pink gradient to orange hair moved barely as he stood just under the air conditioner , never getting blasted by the air. "Oops, I'm sorry-Wait what?" He asked confused by the way Derek spoke.

"Simply answer my riddle and you shall know what I have asked," he said still holding a polite smile, he never looked at this child when he spoke. Instead his eyes were watching the balloon more so than the other Plumerian.

Derek wouldn't admit it out loud, and he hated to admit it to himself in his head even, but he liked watching people try and solve his riddles. "If there's an elephant in your way what would you wish for it to do?" Luka said/murmured to himself, repeating Derek's riddle as he thought long and hard [Well just about two minutes]. "I would like it to move?"

Derek nodded. "You have solved the Word Magician's trick," he said ,congratulating the young boy as he stepped past the bright one to enter the store. "Goodbye young one," Derek added. Inside he didn't stop to glance at the flashy displays to lure him into buying something he didn't need. "Who needs 'grapes so juicy you'll be swimming in them' or Aloe-Vera-scented toilet paper that is good for your health??" Derek thought to himself as he turned down the aisle he came for.

With his peanut butter chip cookies and a box of ten hot chocolate mixes he checked out and headed home. This plumie had had enough of being social for one day.

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❉It's All Just Riddles❉

It had been at least a month since Derek had first met Luka, the child that carried around his red mickey mouse head balloon. Soon after that first encounter the two had met again, this time at a movie rental shop. Derek had been looking to grab something to watch while he wasn't feeling well enough to read or write or even just sleep it off. And now they were sitting together out in Derek's little backyard, drinking some nice, ice cold lemonade and his favorite cookies, peanut butter chip. "So Derek why don't you look at people when you talk to them?" Luka had asked after biting down on his straw and sipping up a nice amount of lemonade.

"Just for the reason a bird will not finish all of a monarch butterfly for a snack," Derek spoke, his everlasting smile only leaving for when he bit down on a cookie, fangs sinking into the soft dough.

In response, Luka just chuckled. Like always it was his first response to when Derek would speak to him. The forever young Plumerian could never get past how Derek continuously was able to speak in a way of riddles. "You're like a Word Magician." He would say to the older one sometimes when he was done with his little laughter.

The truth was Luka rarely knew how to answer the riddles he was given and more often than not, was left without an answer. This time he did know the answer well enough. Monarchs were not a butterfly species that tasted good to birds, but they'd still eat them. At least until all the good parts were eaten, and then spit them back out. "Is it because if you look at them for too long you'll start to see the bad in them and not the good? Though only when they speak because you'll hear the truth in their words?" Luka asked.

"Yes, my mother had always told me that when you look at someone when they speak you will not hear the truth in their words, but instead you will hear lies as you twist their words based on their looks," he said softly, answering something not in the form of a riddle, a rare thing for him.

Taking a long sip of lemonade, Derek used a paw to push his hat up onto his head, far enough that it would not fall off and onto the table. He hated that dull thump the hat made when it fell onto tables. "I wish you would speak more like you just did," Luka said softly.

"What speaks in riddles and never argues while yet the opposite of it speaks without riddles and forever fights?" Derek asked Luka carefully taking his hat off and setting it aside as he looked the plate. Stationed in the middle of the pastel like mosaic table, the white plate held their afternoon snack.

With a heavy sigh Luka let it go. He really didn't want his friend to change who he was especially when he spoke in riddles he thought up at that moment or though up all by himself most times. "I'm sorry Derek."

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[Zeldonk]

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((Maybeeeee))

[Goosecheese]

Good luck to all, i cannot wait to see who wins this baby.

[FireOmens]

Good luck to everyone. ^^
I'm excited to see who will win this gorgeous little guy. <3

[whinrey why]

i didn't enter but good luck hope this cutie gets a good home