[foxflight,]

Fur Type 1 // Edited Long Normal Ears // Edited Tail // Hair // Black Sclera // Normal Red Paint

is based off a rag doll that has needed repairing; therefore random and mismatches sections have stitched together [the other ear is ripped]
the design is symmetrical [stitches on chest make a smiley face x3]

for this contest, tell what is one thing this rpw loves about Halloween, and one thing they hate about it. extras are also allowed; no more then 3 bits of art, and no more then 1500 words.

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]RPW Name:[/b]
[b]RPW Gender:[/b]
[b]One thing they love about Halloween:[/b]
[b]One thing they hate about Halloween:[/b]
[b]Extras:[/b] [no more than 1500 words & 3 art limit]

edit; forgot to add, this will end on the 25th of October

Judging will be commencing; please excuse any delays

[wolf ;;]

Username: balto.
RPW Name: Belladonna
RPW Gender: Demigirl
One thing they love about Halloween:
One thing they hate about Halloween:
Extras: [no more than 1500 words & 3 art limit]

placing a res right here

[bmth]

Username: Dolcetto
RPW Name: Crimson [nickname is Smiley]
RPW Gender: Male
One thing they love about Halloween: Pranking or scaring other people and pets. ^w^
One thing they hate about Halloween: The thought of all the roaming spirits
has always creeped him out for some reason.
Extras: He loves to hang out with his friends and go trick or treating sometimes, but mostly plays trick on people. He has a very care free personality most of the time. Ones of his favorite pranks is pretending he's a voodoo doll or something like that. XD

PS. I kinda suck at making artwork, so I couldn't do that.

[Relicarn]

Username: Roman Torchwick
RPW Name: Cathair
RPW Gender: Male
One thing they love about Halloween:
Scaring people
One thing they hate about Halloween:
All the screaming and overexcited children
Extras: [no more than 1500 words & 3 art limit]

[Chimericect]

Username: Soulfirewolf


Hey there! Im SoulFireWolf, owner of many wolves in the RPW community. I pop in on the Fanclub at random times, usually to post updates on the nursery or that I put up a new RPW UfA for once. I love every one of my RPWs and their concepts and I've spent a lot of time thinking about each and every one of them. If you haven't noticed im not exactly done with the writing portion, it takes time (which I usually don't have) and patience (again, I don't have), but it gives me something to do when im bored. To be honest I didn't plan on going for him, but a concept came to mind and the connection was there. I hope you enjoy my form and thank you for considering me to be the owner of this spoopy RPW, I have an adoration for any halloween adopt so im excited to be given this oppurtunity to make him my own.


RPW Name: Spectre


> something widely feared as a possible unpleasant or dangerous occurrence
--> synonyms: threat, menace, shadow
> A ghost
--> synonyms: phantom, apparition, spirit, wraith


RPW Gender: DMAB Agender { they/them, he/him }


Up until his accident, he identified as a male. Once he 'died' and a spirit shared his body, he leaned more towards being agender.



One thing they love about Halloween:
The halloween lore
Even before 'the change' they have always had a fascination for the lore behind Halloween. It was never about the costumes or the candy or the people behind the masks to them, it was all about how it was started, how it was twisted and changed over time, how myths popped up or even what the myths were. Any thoughts and ideas behind halloween fascinate Spectre. They both enjoy and are terrified of the idea that the spirit world is closer to the living world on halloween, and that some can actually cross between the two frequently.

One thing they hate about Halloween:
The idea anyone can be anything
Up until 'the change' occurred, he never really had a problem with this. Then the spirits would tell him stories of demons that possess RPWs through a mask, or can manifest themselves into a true RPW on Halloween and drag unsuspecting little kids away into the underworld with them forever. After this he began to grow wary of everyone around halloween time. Of course he can no longer enjoy halloween normally, due to his small breakdown. Nonetheless he hates the idea and vows that if he ever has kids they will never go trick or treating, but stay at home under the protection of the spirits.





Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ

Not much is known about the subjects childhood. It is believed that this wolf lived a normal life with a loving family and nothing really happened. It was only until a few years back when he truly started living...

When Spectre was an older teenager he began to have a fascination with the undead and paranormal eventually taking up monster hunting and all of that stuff. He followed his mentor and the rest of his team everywhere, learning everything he could. Unfortunately, he was usually met with "You're not doing it right" or "Get out of here runt, this is our thing." Eventually he had it with them, and with a profound speech on it he stormed out and away from them. As he mumbled angrily to himself he forgot the lesson you learn as a kid: look both ways before crossing the street. Within moments it was done, he was gone, and for two weeks he stayed in a comatose state. Just as they believed he was getting better, he flat lined.
Something happened, however. Whether it was a miracle or not he woke up, alive once again. However, rather than a hospital as he had expected he found himself in the home of the mad scientist Chishiki. He had only heard rumors of the 'mad wolf' that lived among them, never in a lifetime had he dreamed of being in the presence of such a wolf, yet here he was, in his home. He didn't wish to wait for Chishiki to return. He jumped out of the bed in which he slept in for the last two weeks, only to learnt that something didn't feel right. Something was off. His entire body hurt, it was almost unbearable. He then realized what had happened, what was going on, and as soon as he looked down he blacked out.

The awakening;; His POV
"Ughhh..." I murmured, holding my head, opening my eyes slowly to see multiple white blurs. I blinked a few times to focus on what exactly I was looking at. My heart dropped into my stomach as I was face to face with multiple transparent wolves staring back at me. "Guys he's awake!" One said cheerfully. "Y-Y-you guys are..." I gulped. Don't worry you aren't dead. I heard a voice say in the back of my head. It definitely was not mine. My heart was racing, I had no idea what else to do other than cry and panic like a lost little girl. The transparent wolves looked rather alarmed, but said nothing until I was done. I finally composed myself enough to speak. "What happened to me." I asked, flicking my tail. "And why... why is my body different?" I added They looked around, shooting one another nervous glances. "You died." One said bluntly, they were much younger than the others. "Alright well.. just take a deep breath..." The first one said.

"We saw you crossing over, you were gone. Hit by a car I believe, but it wasn't your time. Not yet. Before we realized it one of the loner spirits had already attached itself to you, guiding you back to the living world. That's how you lived, that's how you could see us. Nobody else can see or feel our presence, unless they're special of course." The main spirit stated. And not I am here with you, I hope you don't mind if I take over sometimes, I haven't felt alive in so long Hey we should get some pizza... The spirit stated enthusiastically. I growled. "or you could leave me be." The main spirit looked at me for a moment, then grinned. "He speaks to you, he is intertwined with you. he cannot be removed." She said quickly, then a flash of concern appeared on her face. She murmured something to the other spirits, and I widened my eyes, rather concerned with what was going on. I had only heard the word Hallows eve before they had a complete change of topic.

I didn't learn what they were talking about until my first Halloween as an undead wolf. I only remember vaguely what happened to be honest, the screams and cries echoing through my mind. Trevor, what happened? I would ask that annoying pest of a spirit. He wasn't helpful, he had no clue. It happened every Halloween since, and that aggressive behavior started a day before Halloween, then lasted for about 6 days, 6 hours, and 6 minutes exactly. I don't act like myself, I lose complete control of who I am.

Despite that downside I learned that I get to 'spirit walk.' but only when I dream. I even met Trevor, the spirit that kept me alive and possessed my body along with me. I feel more comfortable among the spirits now, I live in their large mansion as they are quite happy to have one of the living to take care of the home now. Of course this has earned me quite the large amount of nicknames, but those are never going to be as bad as the night terrors I occasionally get of Chishiki. I know I am still Chishikis test subject, and not a day has gone by that I don't think about him showing back up and experimenting on him.

[NE0N-UMBR30N]

Username:
viixen

RPW Name:
Riptide

RPW Gender:
Adender(they/them)

One thing they love about Halloween:
That it's easy to walk around in public without getting stared at like a freak.Halloween is the one time of year they can go around freely without looking like an escaped experiment.Well they are one but that's besides the point.

One thing they hate about Halloween:
That no one believe's that's what they truly are.While it is nice for them to get out without the stares,they hate when other Paint Wolves call them a liar.

Extras: [no more than 1500 words & 3 art limit
(409 words)

Riptide's "Birth"

"Shouldn't we start heading home?"

Hiro's voice sounded beside Greyson as she tapped codes onto a large screen.Her goggles were pulled over her eyes as she concentrated on her work.Her head darted up to quickly look at a large tube near them,then back to the screen.

"No."

"Greyson it's two in the morning!"

She pushed her goggles up on her head and glared at him."Go home then.I didn't ask you to stay.But I will finish this before I leave!"

"What do you think this is gonna prove?What if it fails like last time?"

A slight grin formed on her lips."Oh trust me,dear Hiro, it will not."She stood up and walked to the tube,hitting some buttons."This one will succeed.I've made sure of that.Now back up."She ordered as she put the goggles back on.


Grabbing a switch,Greyson pulled it down and grinned as light filled the room for half a second.As it dimmed out,a tiny figure could be seen stumbling out of the tube door.Greyson let out a delighted yup as the machine shut off and she ran to the tiny thing.Hiro's confused gasp could be heard behind her as he walked closer.

She spun around to reveal a floppy earred pup in her arms,it's top half brown and white while the lower half was grey,the marking separated by stitch-like patterns.The tiny thing wanted it long little tail,eyes focusing on Hiro.It smiled a goofy grin and pawed at Greyson's arms.

"You made yourself a child?"She nodded,clearly pleased."His name is Riptide.And your gonna be his uncle Hiro!"He rolled his eyes slightly,but couldn't help but smile at his friends happy cooing and squealing.Her dreams d come true.

"Welcome to the world lil Tide."


Relationship With Greyson:

Being the one that created him,Greyson is Riptide's mother of sorts.Creating the pup because she was curious as to if she could,and also was scared she'd never end up having any.Greyson is one of the only few to not look at his appearance in fear or disgust.She,with the help of Hiro and her parents,raised him from puppyhood to his age now--he's 18.He loves Greyson and very protective of her,and his most prized possession are her goggles,of which she gave to him when he turned 15.



Personality
Art of him and greyson

[Wulfjaw]

BASICS
name:

Paco, a Native-American name of Hopi origin that means 'Eagle'.
gender:

Two-spirit, with she/her pronouns. It's an umbrella term that describes Native Americans, and was made to replace the derogatory term 'berdache'. It's a very spiritual role.


HALLOWEEN
What she loves:

She loves how excited and happy all the children are. Paco never got to have that great of a childhood, so it makes her happy and at peace to see the children excitedly getting candy and dressing up.
What she hates:

The people who kill the joy in Halloween. Namely, adults refusing to give candy to older kids and calling some of their costumes 'provocative'. The idea of that scares her, knowing the kids could be hurt.
There's also those violent people who kill cats and dogs, alongside setting things on fire and harming others through violent and brutal means. It sickens her.


HISTORY
Short story goes here; WIP

[GREML0RD]

Username:

Okamorei

RPW Name:

Nekozombie

Nickname:

Neko

Theme song:

Fight song by Rachel Platten

RPW Gender:

Androgyny
He's more biologically male than female
but leans towards feminine mannerisms.

Artwork:

❧ Chibi by me
❧ Bumble bee by The Lost Soul
❧ Bouncy by Kittblu

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Name meaning:

It's more or less a cruel joke on his mere existence. The "Neko" part has to do with that some of his pelt is part cat fur, and the "Zombie" part has to do with that he's literally a walking corpse brought back to life.

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One thing they love about Halloween:

The candy. If there's one thing that Nekozombie
loves then it's got to be the candy. But grabbing a
few of the sweets for his own is easier said then
done. Usually the only ones he can nab are the ones
trod on after falling out of an unsuspecting kid's bag.
Though he did get lucky one year when there was one
child who's bag had a hole in it. The candy fell right
out and Neko took the chance to nab it for himself.
That year he feasted like a king on all the sweets he
had gotten. He spent days after licking his chops
from the sweet sugary favor, even long after the
taste was gone.

One thing they hate about Halloween:

Halloween itself. Well, let me rephrase that, he hates
Halloween because it was the reason he was created.
His creator created him to only be a puppet, one to
strike fear into the hearts of others. And what better
day to do it than Halloween? When all the fears and
creeping shadows come to life all in one night. But they
made a miscalculation by giving Neko a heart and soul.
Neko hates Halloween because he knows it's the only
reason he exists. He feels that his life was paved for
him, being attached only to strings to be controlled by
the hand that pulls them. Neko wants a choice, he wants
to define his own destiny. So he goes against his
purpose by trying to be cute like dressing up as a cute
bunny or bumble bee. But his efforts are only mocked by
society.

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Personality:

Kind||Fashionista||Quiet||Sugar addict||Claustrophobic

Despite the treatment he gets for being different, Nekzombie is kind to anyone he meets. Maybe it's just in his nature, or his nature from a past life, but he can't help it. It's almost a curse, as he doesn't have an ounce of resentment in his body and could even treat a bully like his best bud. Or, maybe it's his greatest strength, cause as they say, kill them with kindness. But, even if this were the case, it wouldn't be something he does on purpose, as his kindness is pure.

Anyone who isn't blind would automatically know that Nekozombie is quite the fashionista. He loves sewing, though getting materials is hard to come by, as he's usually chased out of public stores, he still finds a way to make a costume for Halloween every year. When it's not Halloween though, he likes wearing fancy clothing. But since he can't afford the expensive ones, he makes his own clothes. He has a great attachment to a beret and scarf he found discarded in a dumpster after a store had a hard time selling the items and merely tossed them out. Since the find, Neko is never seen without at least one or the other, if not both.

Not being one for talking, Neko usually stays quiet most of the time. Unfortunately he also likes smiling, so this quiet smile can come off as a bit creepy at times. He doesn't mean to rub people the wrong way, Neko just never has the right words. He figures one can never go wrong with a smile, but when your smile lasts longer than an average smile lasts, now leaning towards the uncomfortable side, he ends up scaring people off. But if one were to spend time with him, they'd find he's a great listener, and maybe they could teach him little on the social standards of smiles.

Neko is definitely a sugar addict and will try to get his paws on any candy that's within visible sight. There's something about the sugary treats that makes him go slightly out of control in order to get it in his mouth. The sweet, succulent taste drowning out his taste buds til his teeth hurt is something he's almost always craving. But don't let him have too much, as he doesn't know when to stop once he's started. If not watched carefully, he can easily give himself a bad stomach ache from stuffing himself full. And even then he'll still keep going.

Neko is fearful of closed spaces. Maybe this is cause by the face that beforehand he lived in a coffin. Even something as small as a broom closet is too much for him. He fells the walls closing in and his breath comes in short quick gasps. The darkness closes in and the terror. Oh the terror. It starts in the chest, spreading like a flame licking at paper, it grows still consumes every inch of his body. And at that point he runs, fights, bites with a wide eyed look of terror. Whatever he can do to get away and escape the fear.

How he was created:

Nekozombie was created by Bill Cipher who thought it'd be amusing to create a monster to give people a scare. So he took bits and pieces of dead things, molded them together, and made them living again. The creature was meant to just be a puppet that he could control then dump when he was done but Bill made the mistake of giving Neko a soul. He had given the puppet a soul, thinking that would make him a bit smarter and give him a bit of life likeness. But something went wrong and instead of the mindless dummy he had been expecting, it did the opposite.

Backstory:

Bill watched quietly above the tiny town. It was alive with the buzz of kids and adults alike going up and down the streets dressed as scary things. Each held bulging bags filled with candy as then went house to house collecting more to only strain on the bags. Bill cracked a grin as his eyes turned upward. "How silly. What's so scary about this? This is ridiculous. If they wanted scary this is not how to do it." He watched again and tapped his chin with his finger. "Hmmm... Maybe I should show them how it's done." He laughed as he thought more on the thought. "Yes. Yes I should show them. It would only be right, since these hairless apes don't know how to do it themselves." With that he gave a final laugh and went about to find the items he needed to make his creation.

When Bill finally had all that he needed he placed them out in front of him, holding them in his physic power, he combined the mix and match parts of being. "A leg here, and an ear here," he mumbled as he watched the being take shape. When they were finished they dangled in front of him limp like a rag doll. "And now, for the soul." Bill conjured a small vase and opened it's lid. From inside screams could be heard but he ignored this and dug his hand in, til he fished out a ghastly white blob. Closing the vase, it disappeared, and he placed the spirit on the creation. It clung to the creations fur for a moment before seeping into it, making the body glow white for a moment before returning to normal. At this the creatures eyes flung open and Bill laughed as it looked frantically around. "Hi there! I'm Bill! And you are my monster! Now, let's go have some fun shall we?"

extras word count - 998/1500
artwork count - 2/3

[yeena]

dropping out bc where did my connection goooo

[yttd]

dropped since my slots are full and i have another event rpw ; v ; good luck to everyone else! n v n