[m0chicakez]

Username: Cakeface
Name: Quinn
Gender: Genderqueer, she/her pronouns
Eye Color: red that fades to blue, purple or red that fades to yellow qwq
Sclera Color: black/very dark grey
Name Suggestions: Denver, Vermont, Beryl, Fern, Tawni/Tawny or maybe Yarkona?
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[Calder]

Username:
Calder

Name:
Noor

Gender:
Who knows?

Eye Color:
Pitch black

Sclera Color:
Black bruh

Name Suggestions:
-Adelheide
-Berengaria
-Conradina
-Marelda
-Kurorada
-Oberon
-Odiana
-Ortrude
-Otylia
-Valda
-Vidis
-Viveka


Sorry, im feeling really lazy, so no extras :v

[KarKat Vantas ♋]

Username: KarKat Vantas ♋
Name: Ƒιѕкcнσ ƇнєρƇнєρ
Gender: Male

Eye Color: Orange swirled with Grey
Sclera Color: Deep Purple

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╚Name Suggestions: Gilly, Festival, Bazaar, Kermis, Gala, Jamboree, Saturnalia, Meridian, Ecliptic, Expo (all synonyms for circus, carnival,(a type of)celebration, or circle)
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Song: Toes - Glass Animals

Welcome to my little shop of mysteries:
Fiskcho was looking at his reflection in a foggy, dust covered mirror. "Hey gorgeous," He said smoothly as he brushed his hair out of his face, revealing his Halloween-swirled eyes glaring sardonically at him. He flinched in his torn-up chair as he saw his eyes, "Gosh, you scared me!" He smiled as he lowered a finger to the old mirror, caressing his image's hair. A small, quiet ding flowed throughout the store. Fiskcho looked up from his 'party of one' and saw a young, shaking parra nervously step into the dark store. A wide smile crept across the scarf clad bird-creature's face, "Hello there." The young, yellow haired parra nearly jumped to the roof as he heard the unsettling voice reach his ears, "Hello?" He answered fretfully. The dark magenta parra picked up the pencil resting behind his ear and rested in on a browning, water-damaged piece of paper; "What are you in here for, boy?" The apprehensive customer stood there, shaking rapidly like a chihuahua left out in the cold.

The two were left in an awkward silence for a good five minutes. Fiskcho's smile dropped along with his eyelids into an impatient snarl, "Well, what are you in here for, boy?" the yellow haired parra squeaked and managed to peep out a little, "The girls dared me to come in," before sliding himself over towards the door, "I am so-sorry for taking your-r time sir!" But before the little parra could dart outside to safety, Fiskcho snapped and the door locked with a loud, 'clack'. "Where do you think you are going, boy?" The slick haired merchant's Cheshire smile slashed across his face again as he patted his cluttered desk, "Come, come; tell me your name and what you desire." The shy little bird tiptoed over towards the strange shop owner's desk, "My name is Pants, and I just want to leave," Fiskcho looked at Pants amused, leaning forward, he snickered, "Boy, I have many strange things for sale, and yet you want none?" Hopping off of his large, roughed up chair, he began to show the young tween what he had around the store. Picking up a fogged over glass jar, Fiskcho began to lick it slowly, washing the crust off of it only to reveal that the container housed a severed fox head. Pants' eyes grew large as he saw the deceased vulpini's glossed over eyes starring back at him. "I-I'm really not interested in anything, sir." The outlandish seller looked at the 'product consumer' in disbelief, "No, no, You must buy at least one thing before you leave."

Putting the jar down on a rickety old shelf, he snatched a necklace of snakes' teeth from a hook nailed into the crusted purple wall, "How's about a cobra fang necklace for one of those girls?" Pants shook his head vigorously, "No thank you, sir. I really nee-" Fiskcho cut the flustered bird off as he raised a huge boar's skull from under a filthy, voodoo and taxidermy covered table, "How's about a boar's skull, you think of those girls as pigs don't you?" Pants looked at the merchant insulted, "No!-" Fiskcho tossed the skull back under the table and began to pace around his store, not listening to the young captive's chatter. The preternatural parra gently slipped a rugged and burnt chess box out from the depths of one of his darkest store cases. "What about a chess set?" Pants stopped his incoherent babbling when he herd this; "Chess?" The peculiar man smiled cynically, "Yes, chess, would you like to buy it?" Pants queerly walked over towards the seller, "H-how much is it?" Holding the box in one hand, Fiskcho held up two fingers with the free one, "Twenty dollars, or a signature on my name paper."

The young green blazed parra looked at the shop owner as if he was a man trying to sell puppies in an abandoned neighborhood; "I guess I'll give you a signature," Before Pants could ask anymore questions, Fiskcho shoved the old box into the unsuspecting boy's arms and rushed over towards his desk. Swiping up a small, yellowing sheet of paper, he ran back over towards the awaiting buyer; "Here is the paper you need to sign." He then handed the young boy the piece of paper and his favorite 'lucky' pencil. Pants took the paper and signed his name quickly and sloppily, "Okay, can I leave now?" The ghostly shop-keeper snapped and the rusted door unlocked with a loud 'shank'. Smiling hauntingly, the strange man said, "Thank you, dear boy, please come by any time." Pants made no hesitation as he ran towards the door, flinging it open like he was running from a murderer. Looking down at his paper, Fiskcho smoothed his hair back cockily, "So many names, so many buyers."

Walking back towards his desk, he placed his list on it and climbed back into his chair. Picking up the old mirror, he chimed, "Hey there, gorgeous! Another name for our collection," He then looked at a picture of a faded green parra with circular hypnotic-like eyes, "Hey, beauty," He began to pet the picture's hair, "I'll be on my way soon, and with a list of hopeful show-ups for tonight's show." His crooked smile faded into a soft gentle one as he picked up the framed lass and hugged it, "You know I love you."

☠Likes:
☣Himself
☣mirrors
☣peoples scared faces
☣severed limbs
☣scary things
☣books
☣paper
☣darkness
☣his lucky pencil
☣scarves
☣eyes
☣monsters
☣magic
☣voodoo
☣talking to his shop items
☣collecting signatures
☣Wink's parra (Saturnalia)
☣

☠Dislikes:
☣bright lights
☣cute things
☣not being able
to look at himself
☣not being able
to see wink's parra
☣When his pencil breaks
☣When people go into
his shop and don't buy anything.
☣

☠Mannerisms:
☣Talks to himself as if he were another person; he is his own best friend
☣Loves to look at himself in any mirror he can get his hands on; always has one near by
☣Licks dirty things to clean them, and to creep people out and make them feel unsettled
☣Collects peoples signatures on an old piece of paper, believing that who ever writes on the sheet will go to Saturnalia's next show.
☣Calls people he doesn't know by their gender; example: "Hello, boy," to a boy and "Hello, girl," to a girl.

Love's approval:
- Fiskcho was seated on a long, cold, front seat of a metal bleacher inside a large, brightly colored circus tent. Faint music twirled about him as he watched Saturnalia rehearse her lines as ring-keeper for the show. He let out a smitten sigh as he placed his roughed up black paws against his sweaty pale grey and magenta face. Fiskcho had just finished hoarding the "show creatures" into their cages and he was exhausted; but he couldn't just leave the beautiful green, white-fluff ball tailed parra at the circus alone, so he decided that he would stay and watch her perform. "She is so gorgeous, isn't she?" the entranced young lover awed to himself as he watched Saturnalia take a bow to her invisible crowd; "Yes, she is; even more beautiful then us." He replied to himself softly. Saturnalia looked towards the swooning boy and shot him a playful, giggling smile. Fiskcho winked at her and pressed his paw up to his beak, blowing a kiss of fervor towards the smiling girl. Pretending to catch it, Saturnalia pressed the kiss up to her chest and let it absorb into her; "Thanks for staying late, Fiskcho," She cheeped. The delighted blue haired parra batted his eyes, "Anything for you, my little carnival girl." Hopping off of the freezing bench, he made his way over towards the young girl; "So, have any plans for tonight?" Saturnalia looked around the tent, thinking about if she had anything to do that night, "No, actually, nothing tonight." She looked at the blushing boy curiously, "why?" Fiskcho held out his hand to her and began petting his hair with the other, "I was wondering if you wanted to, you know, do something fun together, tonight." Saturnalia smiled partiality , "Sure, I'd love to." The smitten boy jumped a little in excitement as the little green girl took his hand. "Want to go see a show?" Fiskcho looked at Saturnalia nervously as he asked this question, what if she didn't take to kindly to the thought of going to another circus? "Sure, we could have a brake from our show and learn from another at the same time!" Fiskcho smiled gratefully as the two waltzed out of the ginormous tent together. He gets to spend time with his crush, and go see a circus performance with her. His night was going splendidly, and he could want nothing more.

(song that Fiskcho wrote for Wink's parra)
Hello, Saturnalia:
♩ ♪ ♫ Hello, there, my little carnival girl.
You make me want to dance and twirl.
Every time I look in your eyes,
you make me want to die
and go to heaven.
I want to make a show with you,
have the music blarrin'
people starrin'
Oh, ooo, ooo, oooohyeah.
I call you Saturnalia
because your so care free
so unrestrained
you always sneak yo way into my brain.
So lovely,
you are.
Even from afar,
you are a jewel,
I'll do anything for you.
Saturnalia
you make my life a living carnival
so spectacular.
Darling,
I love you more then myself,
wouldn't care for no one else.
Please, waltz your way into my arms,
I want you to be my ringleader
and I'll be your favorite carny.
I'll give you my pencil,
I'll give you my scarf,
I'll even give you my makeshift heart,
because I love you.
Every time I look in your eyes,
you make me want to die
and go to heaven.
I'll be there for you 24/7 ♩ ♪ ♫

Relations:
Saturnalia (Wink's Parra)
- Fiskcho absolutely adores Saturnalia. He has claimed many times that he will do anything for her, and he keeps his promise. After hearing that she liked circuses and aspired to become a ringleader, he created a whole zoo of animals for her. He made snake-baboons, Ape-swines, Lemur-panthers, sifaka-swans, toad-aye-ayes, tarantula-spider monkeys, and a whole gallery more of different types of primate hybrids. Fiskcho likes to see himself as Saturnalia's Carny, zoo-keeper, and shop-owner; almost all the money he makes in his "shop of mysteries," is put towards the lovely green parra's circus. Fiskcho even made her a ringleader's outfit, so she could feel like a real circus owner, and he made himself a whip so he can keep the zoo-animals "in check". He doesn't want his best friend to be attraction-less!

Himself:
- Fiskcho is very self-centered. He loves himself almost as much as he loves Saturnalia. He counts himself as his own second best friend, and often talks to himself when he is alone, and/or away from his only other companion.

[modern]

Mark!!

[Xhat]

Wasabi: a Japanese plant with a thick green root
that tastes like strong horseradish and is used in
cooking.
Lattuga: meaning 'lettuce' in italian; follows the
pattern of Hamburg's name, because lettuce can
be put on hamburgers. shot
Dolly: an American baby name; the meaning of the
name is 'a vision'.
Florentina: a Latin baby name; the meaning of the
name is 'blooming'.
Petunia: a plant of the nightshade family with brightly
colored funnel-shaped flowers.

username; xhat

name; miles von edgett
meaning; miles meaning "soldier or merciful"; von meaning "of";
edgett is derived from ecggeat which in itself means "weapon-gate".
gender; miles is currently a cis-male.
ethnicity; british
age; child, around eight.

eye colour; off-white
sclera colour; charcoal grey

Relationship with the girl: Miles finds that he quite
enjoys the company of his female friend, and has partaken
to calling her 'Dolly'. He knows not if it's her true name, but
it gives him something to call her, and Miles thinks it suits her
well; with all her jolliness and contagious laughter. She's a
doll. He's currently confused as to what he views his friend as,
but it sure that it's something more akin to friendship than
romance. All feelings aside, Miles enjoys showing off his gentle-
manly skills to Dolly, and in turn, she praises him for them,
sometimes even daring to perform what tricks she knows in
a subtle gesture of gratitude. At times Miles can be a bit
flustered around Dolly, but only because she has a habit of
pointing out his British accent, and it makes him only slightly
uncomfortable.

"Hey, Miles! Mind if ah ask you somethin'?"
"What is it, Doll?"

The small green parrapup began to shift in her seat, a small grin
spread across her beak. For a short moment her eyes flickered
up to the poised figure of Miles, and her smile began to grow.

"Tell me why ya talk so funny!"

Miles let out something akin to a choking noise, and it took himself
a few seconds to collect himself.

"That's because my family is.... was, from Britain."
"Britain, where's that?"
"A long ways from here."

Personality: Miles is what you can consider a gentleman, even spite
of his young age. As such, he's naturally chivalrous, courteous, and
honorable. He enjoys seeing someone's face light up with happiness,
and goes out of his way to make them happy; even if he makes a fool
of himself in the meantime. Aside from his proper manners and way
of courteousness, Miles is prone to either get flustered or to lose his
cool, even if it's just slightly. When he's flustered, everything is a
challenge for him, and the small parrapup finds it hard to shake the
sense of embarrassment. Due to this, it has to be someone else who
pulls him out of his rut. As for losing his cool, which can happen often -
seeing as he's only a child - Miles cannot talk to anyone in that state,
either. He acts out against others, and cannot fathom such a things, so
he goes and secludes himself. However, he can get out of this problem
without the help of a friend.

Background/How they met; Dolly and Miles met on a particularly sunny
day. Miles, with the company of his parents, was on a trip outside of the
reaches of Britain, and they had decided to attend the circus that had
just recently come to town. Upon entering the large tend, Miles was amazed;
these parrapups were something that he had never seen once in his life! And
so, as the show progressed, Miles found himself wandering away in order to
get a closer look at the marvels that had converged before him. Alas he ended
up wandering off near the end of the show, and within minutes, found himself
swept up in a crowd of differently coloured parrapups. Crying out he fought
against the stampede, eventually finding an isolated spot at the opposite side
of the stands... only to have lost his parents. After looking around desperately,
it donned upon Miles that his parents had disappeared without as much as a
trace. That was the moment he bumped into Dolly. She immediately stuck up
a conversation, questioning Miles who he was, why he talked so funny, and finally,
she asked where his parents were. Flustered, he told her in a quiet voice that he
had lost them in the crowd, and by now, they had most likely left without him.
Unable to stand such a sight, Dolly ushered him to where he grandparents were,
and promptly asked them if Miles could tag along until they reached his parents.
Dolly's grandparents where slightly hesitant, but eventually welcomed the boy
with open arms, and that was how Miles intagrated himself into a traveling
spectator of the circus. Little does he know, that to this day, Miles' parents are
still looking for their precious boy, but have been unlucky in their search.

Future; Miles will eventually depart from
the circus, although would find it hard to let
go of all the memories he's made within the
tent which he secretly called home. With a
heavy heart he would also leave Dolly behind,
but would make a vow to still write, or to track
down the circus and come in for a visit. At first
he'd be a wanderer, making money off the odd
job, and merely trying to find a place where he
would fit in. By chance he would end up stumbling
upon another parrapup, Vice [as an adult], whom
worked within the law and justice system. The two
end up teaming up, and each having gathered some
money, Miles would be sent to school for either a course
in lawyering or prosecution. Soon after, Miles would
come across his old childhood home, only to be reunited
with his parents. Of course, there after Miles would write
a fervent letter to Dolly, telling her of his adventures, and
how he missed her so.

note to reader/winkatuck/judge; Thank you for reading through my form!
I'd just like to put a little blurb here, saying how fun it was to conjure up
a character from scratch, and to even make connections with winkatuck's
sweet little parrapup. I hope you enjoyed reading my form as much as i did
writing it, and I wish everyone in this competition good luck! Whoever gets
this fella is a lucky one indeed.

all art here was by myself. uvu

T h a n k . Y o u !

[Chimericect]

Mark, may or may not try q v q

Username: SoulFireWolf
Name:
Gender: Male
Eye Color: grey or blue hums
Sclera Color: black
Name Suggestions: (Try not to pick ones that have already been chosen or are overdone please.)
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[DragonGlitch]

may try

[Foxy The Pirate]

Hope i can try ; v ;

[chaton,]

likes xxxxxxxxxxxxx dislikes
. being alone xxx.x . birds
. music xxxxxx..xxx . loud noises
. lizards xxxxxx.xxx . stuffed animals
. zippers xxxx.xxxxx. physical contact

Username: Lyrebird
Name: Blythe
Gender: Female
Eye Color: Grey
Sclera Color: Black
Name Suggestions:
Antoinette, Mirabella, Cosette.
All names of famous circus performers!
Other names: Braelyn, Anali, Meira.

"Come one, come all! See the greatest show in town! Boys and girls, animals of all ages, gather around and witness the amazing acrobatic Antoinette!" Blythe cried, her voice cracking - she wasn't used to talking so loudly, and it was apparent. Of course, it wasn't like their audience would care much either way; their glass eyes just seemed to stare creepily at her as she scrambled down from the cardboard box, letting the other, much prettier and much, much more talented parra take center stage as she herself settled down behind what many would consider a pile of garbage - bags and bottles and empy buckets - but to her they were instruments that made beautiful music; music she herself had written!

Above her, Antoinette was twirling ribbons and balancing a baton on her back, and Blythe admired her with wide eyes, though a quick glance at the stuffed animals gathered before them was more than a little disheartening. The pink elephant had fallen over, the small bead-filled dog was facing the ground, and the two zebras looked like they had fallen completely asleep. It caused the music - or rather, vaguely in-beat noise - to stop, as she brought her paws up and wrung them together worriedly.

She was terrified Antoinette would see the audience's lackluster response, and blame the musician for it. But as the act came to and end, and Antoinette turned to bow to the audience, she seemed to glow - and even brought Blythe up on stage to bow with her! The two dissolved into a fit of giggles as the zebras joined the elephant on the ground.

Of course, nowadays, they dont perform for stuffed animals with glassy eyes in the middle of a manicured lawn. Oh no, they perform in a big, colorful tent, with clowns and colors and lions and big beautiful aerial hoops; and Antoinette? The ringleader. She brought the crowd to tears with her jokes, set them on the edge of their seat with anticipation during her 'magic' act ( really just clever slight of hand and distraction, but the smiles on the younger audiences' faces was enough to convince her it might be a little bit magic ), and made the circus fun for everyone. Even Blythe, who'd ended up composing real music for a real orchestra at a real circus, and could not be prouder of herself or Antoinette.

They were like sisters, had been since the day they met. Sure, they'd had their ups and downs and embarrassing moments, and Blythe had even gone through the whole 'crush on your best friend' phase ( she's not sure that actually ever ended, but shhh, don't tell anyone ), but they stayed strong through everything.

"Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. I'd like to invite you to join me in thanking our amazing performers and giving them an enormous round of applause!" Blythe watched from the 'backstage' curtains as colorfully clothed artists and acrobats and lion tamers and bearded ladies and countless other performers filed on stage and took a bow, until it was her turn to come out and stand next to her long-time friend - oh, had she forgot to mention? She was also the co-owner of the circus!

[yttd]

Username: ascot
Name: Clancy [derived from a surname meaning "red warrior"]
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Orange, so spoopy ooooo
Sclera Color: Black/Dark grey [whichever shows up better]
Name Suggestions: Ringabel, Trixibelle, Trucie
Unlimited Extras:
adding extras at some point