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Winner is NyanTheVulpes !


And
Runner-up goes to Paranoia !

[rockosaur]

mark<3

[Nebelung]

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pigeon boy!!

[mal du pays]

NAME: Barsaebell, goes by Bar or Sae {pronounced say}
GENDER: Nonbinary, uses he/him.
PERSONALITY:
W I P
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DISLIKES:
- Despite liking pigeons, does not like most other kinds of birds. (doves are cool with him though)
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TIDBITS;
-Does not speak words, but instead speaks in bird chirps.

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[Pastellu]

Username ;;NyanTheVulpes

Name ;;Finley

Gender ;;Agender (they/them or he/him pronouns,sorry if it gets confusing)

Personality ;;Finley is very quiet,and is also a bookworm,they've never had a friend,so that's when they started hanging around pigeons. They called the pigeons their friend,and people often shoot him glares or weird looks,which makes Finley feel very uncomfortable and lonely. He doesn't know how to interact with others except for pigeons and the librarian,who's also quiet,because Finley never knew his parents,or anyone he knew he was related to,actually. The librarian.as quiet as Finley. They often walk on the sidewalks of the park they think they belong to,which is always beautiful,no matter what season it is. It's the only place that makes Finley feel comfortable in,besides the library. Quiet,peaceful park,just like Finley. No one bothers them when they're in the park,because the people either are on a stroll and don't notice them,or they ignore Finley,creeped out,and then the person walking in the park that looks at Finley runs away,every time. Finley wonders why almost everyone finds them creepy. Maybe they judge Finley too much,maybe because he feeds the birds at the park. They'll never know. Anyways, Finley is also creative and uses resources extremely well. Over time, he's gathered many resources, and dug a tiny hole to the left of the den, and made a little fire with a handful of steel wool that a truck littered when it driving away from the park, and found a little flint from the construction site on the south side of the park, and Finley fortunately had his apartment on the north side. He also found an old worn out blanket that he found after a storm in the parking lot. Nothing that could harm the earth, he would say. Finley is usually happy, walking around the park in a cute skip, most of the time, he loves to walk around the park and see what's going on in the environment he's living in.

Story ;;Finley was very little when they were introduced to the huge city they was born in. They never liked it though. New York City,a huge city that you could easily get lost in,and Finley sure did get lost in there lots of times. It was at the age of four when they were close to being a juvenile and knew what bad,dangerous things happened almost daily in the city. Unlike most of the juveniles,Finley wanted to leave and go to a more peaceful place. They walked and walked,day and night,sometimes stopping by coffee shops to sneak a cup of coffee. They eventually got out of the confusing maze-like city,and found themself by a huge body of water. They knew what they wanted to do now. Hitch a ride and travel the world,looking for a good,friendly area where they could settle down and live. Finley eventually found a boat full of trash about to leave the shore a few months later,so they jumped onto the back,unnoticed by the captain of the boat. While going through the trash and looked for something to hide in,they found a small, black cloak,and put it on, knowing that it would make a great resource for warmth. He also found a cardboard box to hide in,and he did. It took about many long hours to get to wherever the boat was going,and that was a huge landfill a few miles away from a beach. The moment the boat hit the ground of the landfill,Finley jumped out,about to vomit because they have a sensitive stomach. It took them about an hour of nonstop running to the fairly peaceful beach. The closer Finley got to the beach,the more problems they saw. A small but rapid river separated the landfill,and Finley doesn't know how to swim. There was also many big sized rocks blocking the beach from all the trash.
"How am I ever going to get my way there without passing out from this terrible smell,and when there's tons of obstacles in the way of the rocks?" They asked themself,a little bit of hope lost,but still kept walking,hoping they can find a way through easily to the other side of the big rocks . After what seemed like forever,Finley got used to the smell,and was almost there,to the big gate. Finally,they were there,in front of the big rocks blocking the river from their sight now.
"They're way too high for me to climb up on,"they whispered to themself."Is this even possible? I can't swim to the other side,the undercurrent might be too strong.Where's the-"They were interrupted by finding little cracks between the rocks,and spotted just one in the distant right of them was a crack that looked like they could roughly squeeze through to get the the river on the other side of the rocks. So they walked through the trash,but something ever so rudely interrupted them once again,and it made them gasp in pain. The looked down,only to be horrified at what has just happened to them. Finley has gotten a medium sized piece of glass in their foot. They tried to ignore it,now limping to the little crack. So...CLOSE they thought,a few feet away,they paused,now thinking about what will be on the other side,their instinct told them not to go. To give up,and go down like all the garbage. Finley chose to try and ignore it,peeking his head through the crack. There was a rocky beach before the river,which made them relieved. They put their working paw through first,and then the injured paw,which Finley made sure that it wouldn't bump the sides or anything,and started to walk through. They were almost there. They told themself that if they trip,it will be the end of their story,so they tried their best not to. The glass in their paw was starting to hurt now,but by then Finley was by the river,looking for rocks to jump on to get to the other side. They were tempted to just end the game of life,but shook their head. They needed to get out away from the land of trash behind them,so they forced theirself to keep thinking of another way. They to their right,seeing something that gave them so much hope they started limping to it. There were smooth rocks jutting out of the river,and the top of it looked dry from there. Finley wondered if their foot could handle it. They wondered what would happen if they can't get the piece of glass out,this horrified Finley. But they kept going,refusing to quit,even though their instincts told them to give up. It took about fifteen minutes of limping to reach the stones. Finley's heart sank. The stones surface was a little wet,but wet enough to make Finley fall and drown. They looked around. Nothing else besides water and the river that looked really deep now. They sighed,no turning back. They put their working paw on the first stone,being careful and balancing their weight. Finley gasped a little,and put their back legs on the rock. They still held their foot up from touching the ground. Finley could now see that the stones were about three feet away from eachother. Finley was panicked a bit,but tried to keep their cool. They took a deep breath,and within every five seconds,he would struggle a bit to get to the next rock. There were about fifteen rocks. On one of the last rocks,Finley's left leg bumped into the rock,and they almost fell in. With one leg,one injured arm and one working arm,they pushed themself up,shaking and panting. The water was not the warmest,not the coldest,but cold enough to make Finley shiver from both fear and the temp of the water. Within about now ten minutes of shaking to get past the last two stones,Finley was finally there,at the beach,now proud of themself. They made it. They finally made it, but there was something that was stopping Finley from peace, the piece of glass stuck in their foot. Finley looked around,worried. They found the nearest woods,which was about ten minutes away,and was visible to the human eye from where Finley was standing. They sighed,wanting to just be done with walking,but they walked anyway. When they were there,though,they leaned up against a tree,analyzing the glass in their foot. They were afraid,but they have to do the deed. Finley hesitantly but quickly pulled out the piece of glass,wincing in pain afterwards. They quickly wrapped the cloak around their leg.The foot was now bleeding. They limped to a branch that was low,and found the biggest and best leaves,and ate them,not filling their stomach up one bit. Finley limped into the woods for longer than they should have,and found a park,except this park was way better than the one from his city. They saw a river a little ways away from the parking lot,and a gravel path was beside it, leading to a fishing area. There were tons of trees in this park, alone or in groups of trees. Finley already loved this place,and he began to walk with all his legs now,limping but getting better as time went on. They decided to stay in this park for the longest he could live up to, but was forced to evacuate because the people were going to expand the landfills. In panic, Finley packed up all of his things in his hoodie and hitched a boat back to New York City before he could see his home destroyed forever. After that, only taking two days in the city, he posed as a girl's dog to go on a cruise to Iceland. After being pampered by the girl's family, they were finally in Iceland. The girl gave him a small bag of dog food and head off, her parents never finding out about Finley. After that, Finley dug a hole under an oak tree, and reorganized most of his things, then enjoyed the new home by curling up in his nostalgic winter hoodie and lit a small fire by dropping a tiny ball of sticks in a small hole he made in the ground and was lit by a box of matches by a nearby gas station. Finley's eyes started to tear up when he could smell the scent of the fire, reminding him of his long gone home. After a few days, Finley started to enjoy his new home, decorating the inside with little knickknacks he finds by stores. After that, he stayed there until his life ended.

Likes ;;Birds,especially pigeons,coffee,pumpkins,beige colors,jello pudding,winter,fall,caves,blankets,warmth,clocks,anything that looks old and worn down,pillows,small corners to hide in,and waterfalls.

Dislikes ;;Construction,pollution,meat,raspberries,oranges,metal,flooding,harm done to his den,death,and sometimes people.

Favorite Food ;;Pumpkin Pie!

Least Favorite Food ;;Broccoli...

Favorite Color ;;Vanilla Bean

Allergic to ;;peanuts,grass,pollen and specific types of meat.

Favorite Song ;; https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=szp9x1ZlZn4 - Trees by Twenty Øne Pilots. Finley heard it when someone was jogging by a bush they were hiding in, but they don't know who it's made by and who sings it,they just know that they like the song a lot.

Art ;;

[Byrdee ★]

Hehe, marking.

[abandoned-account123]

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notes, do not steal:
- male
- a runaway prince from a over-controlling prissy family

[Cheetawitch]

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鳩

means pigeon in Japanese

female

asexual/aromantic

wears a flower crown in the spring



has anxiety issues

has pet pigeon named Hoshiko 星子; means star child in Japanese

loves the night time



sarcastic

the night sky is brighter than your future

[Tricksters]

sqUEAKS EVER SO LOUDLY

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