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Will not be trying out due to lack of time. Good luck to entrants!

[-=Elita=-]

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Username: -=Elita=-
RPW Name: Wainani "Aqua" Kahanamoku
Name Meaning: Hawaiian First name- Beautiful Water, Hawaiian Surname- Swimmer/Surfer
RPW Gender: Female
Birthday: April 14 (Taurus)
Hobbies/Occupations: Barefoot Skiing, Cave Diving

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♦♦♦ Independent ♦♦♦

"I cannot compromise or inhibit my independence"

There are those who find it easy to mold to their surroundings; there are others who willingly bend when the beckoning is strong enough; then there is Wainani. She is as formidable and strong as the legendary waves she conquers, and there is not a soul upon this planet who can stop her. Wai has never known hesitation or self doubt, fully confident in the skills and abilities she discovered herself. Every hateful comment or spiteful look she receives only fuels her inner tempest, and she never holds back when she unleashes her rebuke out on the waves. She has always relied on herself during her younger years, coping with her mutation on her own, never asking for help, never looking for solace, and she sure as heck won't start now. Be it leading the competition out on the waves or exploring deep underwater caves on her own, Wainani doesn't need anyone to look out for her. How can they? She already has everything figured out.

♦♦♦ Strong Willed ♦♦♦

"You've got to stay strong to be strong in tough times"

Never give up, never give in, stick through it all until the very end- That is Wai's personal way. Whatever she cannot conquer today, she will do so tomorrow, and no amount of exhaustion or doubt will change that. Determination and a strong will are her strongest traits, as well as her strongest remedies for haters; all the nay-Sayers and prejudiced idiots who look upon her as a freak. She could have just as easily leaned upon her mutation like a crutch begging for pity, but not without giving up the essence of who she is. She is a fighter, a believer, one who stands above the imaginary limitations set by the world and her peers. The paint that covers her paws that she could turn into a handicap she sees as a strength. Wai learns to work with her mutation, to utilize it, embrace it, and break through every barrier in her path. They say that a person's worst enemy is them self, but Wainani refuses to believe that. 'My biggest enemy is me.' she says, 'But even I can't stop me!'

♦♦♦ Closed Off ♦♦♦

"I pretend to be an open book, but I am closed off and conceited"

For every strong action, there is an equal, opposite reaction; the personality of a being is no different. Self reliance is good in building a confident and capable individual, but if left unchecked it can breed into a sinister problem that leads to extreme reserve. Wai has never felt the need to rely on anyone else, and does not feel the need to. What sort of gain can she get from letting others get to know her on a personal level? She's made it this far on her own, what's stopping her from going on the same way? Years of isolation and being ridiculed for her mutation have led Wainani down a lonely path, one that allows for nothing short of complete isolation. The wolf that crowds cheer on from their place on the stands as she performs her tricks upon the waves is vastly different from the bore, blunt wolf that lays inside. Wai parades about the competitive field wearing a mask whilst being careful not to grow attached to these fans waving her on. She has accepted who she is, mutation and all, but will there ever be another who can do the same? She doesn't know, and she really doesn't feel the need to find out. It's better to remain alone, just as she has always been, than risk letting someone inside only to run the risk of having them hurt her in the end.

♦♦♦ Quick Tempered ♦♦♦

"I've struggled so hard to reign in my temper because it actually terrifies me"

Much like her self imposed isolation, Wai's temper is a dire side effect of years of self reliance. Her will may be strong, and she can very much hold her own, but she wields a 'no nonsense' attitude as surely as a warrior with his sword. It is a trait she reserves for the Wai that appears out of the water when judges and fans are no longer watching. Any smart remark or careless comment is all that is needed to spark this firecracker, for she holds no mercy for any who are bold enough to ridicule her to her face. Wainani has dealt with years of negativity and glares of which she was too young to respite, but now that she is older and more capable of caring for herself, she refuses to continue being a victim, and leaves no room for smack-talk. In her mind, if someone is man enough to lash out against her, then they are man enough for her to lash back. This sort of swift, red-hot reaction is quite formidable in the eyes of those who do not know her, and it is this very temper that keeps her from making close friends easily, though she hardly seems to notice or care. In her mind, they can fear her all they want, but deep in her heart of hearts, she wishes they didn't. A quick trigger temper is her best defense against nonsense and inevitable regret, but in many cases her anger is enough to scare even herself. There are many days where she sits alone pondering just how such a thing can come out of her, and what fears her the most is the possibility she may not be able to control her own wrath.

♦♦♦ Charitable ♦♦♦

"Charity is willingly given from the heart"

One who knows pain is the best at understanding the pain of others, Wainani is no exception. For all her reserve and anger issues, she truly isn't a bad spirit. Troubled perhaps, but not bad. Her exterior is rough around the edges and her speech may be gruff, but therein lies a hidden gem, for Wai is quite the observant wolf. Having known the struggle of dealing with judgmental strangers and learning to deal with her own issues, she has developed an eye to spot the signs of struggle in others, and despite her distaste for getting to personal, she really can't help but lend a helping paw sometimes. Trials and tribulations are difficult to get through, especially on your own, and if it's one thing Wai knows for certain, it's that she never wants anyone to go through what she did. Despite her constant diligence to stay carefully distant from others and not get too attached, there is just something about the struggles of others she just can't ignore. She knows well the feeling of having the world push it's entire weight upon you, and whenever she happens to spy a downcast eye, or hunched back on the brink of breaking, she offers what little help she can, contrary to her reserved ways. She will never be great at social interactions, and comforting others is a talent far out of her reach, yet those handicaps do not deter her from offering words of advice, a shoulder to lean on, or money to buy a drink. This is especially true for her fans. For them, it seems she never runs out of encouraging words to say, never runs out of prize money to give away, and she will not stop until she see's every face before her beaming with newfound confidence and purpose. It is said on rare occasions one can spot her on the beach, eating snow cones with one of her admirers, and rumor has it that she has been seen actually genuinely smiling at the company.

"My life isn't all that you'd imagine, I'm sure, yet you still want to know?"

It's hard for me to describe my history in detail; there wasn't much to talk about.

I was an only child, and I had two parents who never seemed to care that I was born with APGD. I grew up with them just fine; they always went the extra mile to try to accommodate my mutation, which I'm thankful for, but outside of them... no one seemed to bother.

Childhood was rough, honestly. I didn't have a backbone then. I remember being the outcast everywhere I went, and you bet there were loads of flouder-faced losers who messed with me. Back then I had no idea who I was, or what I even thought about my mutation, and that made me an easy target to walk on. I was born pretty meek, and I was extremely shy, so I never did anything when things got rough and my school mates made a doormat out of me. My mom knew what was going on, and she understood what I was going through a little bit, having been just like me when she was that age, and she tried her hardest to get me to learn how to stand up for myself, but it was difficult. She stood up for me when it counted, and it got me out of minor scuffles here and there, but the majority of the time I preferred to just let things go on their way, and wait until people got bored picking on me and decided to move on.

Most of the time I absolutely hated school, and I skipped every chance I could. I'd much rather waste time at the beach near our house than deal with blubbering idiots and stare at a board and note sheets all day. Our beach wasn't pretty at all, just a stretch of brownish mud-sand between outcropping of rock, but I loved it. There weren't any people for miles both directions, and it was the quietest place I knew of, and the only one where I could be truly alone.

It was during those days where I skipped class that I first began loving the water. At first I hated it because it was chilly and because my fur was on the longer side so the waved constantly pulled down on it and made me feel heavy, but I got over it pretty quickly. I'd spend hours just goofing off, wasting time, walking the beach and swimming in the waves, and I got into the habit of scouting the area for hidden niches. There were many times I discovered neat little niches in rock, small seabeds teaming with fish, and it was so amazing and fun to find that I'd spend all day just coasting down the beach trying to find more.

I loved that beach. It was my only sanctuary away from home, and the only place I honestly felt one hundred percent at peace. Though I got in heaps of trouble for skipping, those days helped keep me sane.

Years went by like that, with me hiding away from the world, and I grew into my teens relatively quickly, though I still had no idea who I was. Though I had lived with it all my life, it was only when I became a teen that I really became aware of my mutation and just what that mutation WAS. I learned easily how the general public viewed my affliction, and though I hated them for hating me, I wasn't entirely sure what I thought of it myself. I neither accepted nor hated it, it was just... there. I guess all I really wanted was a chance to call something, ANYTHING, my own. Because of what APGD is, daily tasks were a chore, and hobbies... forget about it. EVERYTHING was a hassle, and I couldn't do a thing without getting paint on everything. Reading, drawing, cooking, sewing, dancing, sports... I couldn't do any of it. The paint made it too difficult to keep a hold of things, and it often dripped onto whatever I was doing at the time. It was just a mess.

My parents were great, and they helped me every way they could think of, but when I wasn't home, all the old problems would just resurface again. I still struggled with classes and my grades, and I was still alone. Most of the wolves who picked on my when I was younger eventually stopped, but there still wasn't any who bothered talking to me much, not that I cared. I'd gone that long on my own, I figured I'd just keep on going, and I didn't need them anyway. Classmates are a pain, and I spent most of my time skipping school anyway. As they always had, my grades were absolutely horrendous, but it was whatever. When I was out in the waves with no one aside from my own thoughts, all of that seemed far, far away.

I was during the summer of my sophomore year that my family and I took a vacation to our sister island Maui, and it was there that I first discovered water skiing. I remember one day all of us went to one of the sprawling beaches and there happened to be a competition going on. At first I had no idea what it was, but the more I watched, the more I became entranced. Nothing in my life had ever looked so fun, and when the sun started to sink and the second half of the competition started... I was floored. That part was my favorite, barefoot skiers showing off their skills in all sorts of ways I never could have imagined was possible gliding over water: leaping, spinning, flipping, sliding, swerving... whatever they felt like doing they did. It was that evening while I was watching those athletes upon the water that I had an epiphany:

I had known ever since I first stepped into the water that the paint on my paws didn't seem to matter. The ocean swirled about my feet, and the paint that always seemed to cling permanently to my pads with unyielding resolve seemed to just melt away, making it as if I never had a mutation in the first place. That's one of the main reasons why I love water so much, but seeing those people before me, able to do amazing things with seemingly little effort as if nothing could touch them while they glided on the the surface of the great sea, I grew a great desire: I wanted to learn how to barefoot ski.

I had never wanted anything to earnestly in my entire life, and I was quick to let my parents know. We couldn't stay in Maui, but the moment we returned home my parents scoured everywhere for a teacher, though dozens turned them down on claim that they would never take on a student with my affliction. Rpw's are already wary of my mutation as is, but islanders even more so, ruled by deep rooted superstition, but after months of searching they managed to find a taker, and my lessons started.

The teacher was unfairly strict, pushing me much harder and faster than his other students, but I didn't give in. I finally found something I wanted to make my own, and for the first time I wasn't going to let anything stand in my way. I worked hard day in and day out until my paws bled and my body screamed for mercy, through blazing summers and raging storms; I fought for my right to learn, to prove not only to my teacher, but the rest of the world that they were wrong. I am more than just my mutation, more than just a fluke of nature. I'm my own spirit, my own life, and I'd make dang sure I would become a force to be reckoned with.

♦♦♦ How do they feel about their mutation ♦♦♦

When she was younger Wainani wasn't sure what to think of it. She'd lived with it all her life, and even back then she knew there was nothing that could be done to change it. She sometimes went back and forth with herself, wanting to hate it and wanting to accept that that is just who she is, but it wasn't until she became older and found her niche in the competitive world that she truly began to feel that perhaps her mutation isn't so bad. As she is now, she has more or less accepted it for what it is, and doesn't let that stop her from doing whatever she wants. What used to be a negative point of antagonistic rebuke she has transformed into an odd sort of strength, showing the world that APGD doesn't define her or her limits. For now, she wears the paint on her paws almost proudly and silences any nay-Sayers who speak otherwise.

♦♦♦ Extras ♦♦♦

[NovaSkye]

Awh, I shall try for my first RPW<3

Username: Everfaith13
RPW Name:
RPW Gender: Female
How do they feel about their mutation? She loves it.

Res<3

Dropping out
I honestly have no time or a chance to win.

Congrats to the future winner <3

[bite sized kuiper]

ok I didn't
but mark to watch c:

[emblo]

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xxname: azir memming
xxnicknames: az, zip
xxage: young adult [21]
xxgender: male
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xxb-day: dec. 23
xxsign: capricorn ♑
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"ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ? ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅs ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ's ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ..."

"Why should I care? Or not care?"
Like with his mutation, Azir is indifferent on most things. If it doesn't directly affect himself or someone he cares about, then he doesn't find a reason to get worked up about it. Then even if something does bother him, he doesn't often show it. In almost all situations, Azir appears indifferent with a monotoned voice, no matter his internal commotion. This may further the idea that he's uninterested in what someone else has to say, which may possibly be true. Most the times though, this is not the case. Azir is actually very interested in how other people think and act, and he can be quite sociable when he wants to be. If you share something with however, you shouldn't expect an emotional response. Logic outweighs emotion in his mind.

"Silence is infinite."
Azir is a rather odd wolf. He doesn't talk much, but that does not mean he's not paying attention. He just prefers to take in all the information he can before speaking. This may annoy some others, as at times he can be slow to answer questions, but he's just trying to say the right thing for the certain situation. That being said, he's not afraid of silence. He doesn't believe there's such thing as an "awkward silence." It's just individuals that takes that lapse of conversation as a negative aspect. He does use this to his advantage. His little tip, if you want someone to spill information, don't ask for it; don't say anything and it will most likely come out of them. People attempt to avoid silence as much as possible, and will say anything to fill that gap. Others do often get aggravated when he does this, but he doesn't mind.

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shows his flaws - pessimistic - actually kind/good advise - intelligent, doesn't show it - may not tell - neat freak -loves reptiles - astronomy but clueless about it

"ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs, sᴏ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ."

Azir is an open fatalist, which in short is the belief and acceptance that all events are predetermined and inevitable. We are powerless to do anything other than what we do. This does not, however, mean that he believes in a "higher power," because he does not. In his view, people are just going to act as they act. Nothing will change this. Things are not coincidental, but was rather always going to happen. People don't change. He believes that even if you acknowledge this fact, it won't change anything. You were just simply meant to think that, and any thoughts or actions were already going to happen. It's oddly reassuring for him, knowing that whenever he makes a bad decision it was just meant to be, so untimely it doesn't matter what he does. Others may think of this as a very negative view on life, but it allows him to be stoic in almost all event that it's appropriate. However, it's uncertain weather or not he truly believes in this. Some peg him as using this as a pathetic excuse for his less than reputable life style, which may be entirely true. Either way, it's doubtful that he will ever stray from this belief, or admit to himself that his actions are his own and not actually up to fate.

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"ᴍᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ? ᴇʀʀᴏʀ."
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Like with many other things, Azir is rather indifferent about his odd mutation. To him, he's really no different than any other of his kind. If the paint comes out of a tail or paws, what's the real difference? He's known nothing other than living with what he was born with, so it really annoys him when people ask, hey, what's up with your tail? He doesn't believe he should be treated any differently just because of this, weather those actions were positive or negative. Azir simply does not care. More than anything else, it's bothersome. With his paint on his paws, that often causes it to get other places on his fur. Although he hates being dirty, this isn't the most annoying thing about it. The only thing he truly hates about it is that it gives him away. Someone could easily follow him by just locating the bluish paw prints that follow him everywhere he goes. He has ways to cover them when he really wants to, but it's simply irritating that he would have to do this while other rpws don't. It's not like he's trying to hide, but sometimes he doesn't want to be found either. But of course, he's learned to deal with this so it's no big deal. Does he wish he was different? Not really. Although he wouldn't audibly admit it, he sometimes enjoys being a little weird.

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fullbody by Discter
headshot & chibi by Discter

[Snowseph]

I decided not try so I can focus on another RPW. <3

[quietlights]

woah mark

[Dissimulodeerling.]

Intro.

RPW Name: Abelia Winchell
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RPW Gender:female.
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Name meaning: Breath, Vapor; source of life.
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Birthday: December 16th.
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User:
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Hello everyone, my name is Dissimulodeerling. I hope you like my form.
And Foxinflight, Thank you for the extension giving me the chance to actually try for this beauty. Between work and sleep, it's been tough.



History:
It was a cold, snowy winter's night when a little child took her first breaths. She cried softly as her mother held her close. "With everything so dead outside, it's a relief to have a breath of life. " she breathed referring to the blizzard blowing outside. "I think we should name her Abelia." Abelia's father blinked while giving the wolf child an odd look. "Why doesn't she have a tail?" he muttered. "That kid is pretty messed up." Abel's mother glared at him crossly.
"She isn't messed up, Charles!" she scolded before looking at her little girl. "She's perfect"
The young girl's father shook his head and went on with his business. As Abelia grew older, her mother noticed she was a very special child, she didn't have a tail she could paint with. But her paint grew off of her paws. She was very artistic and enjoyed making art for her mother and father . Of course Charles didn't think her art was terribly wonderful. "What's a wolf without a tail?" he muttered. "she's more like a bobcat." Though as long as Abelia's mother was around. She never paid much mind to her father's cold words about how different she was. But one day, just before Abelia started school, Abelia's mother got sick. After school began, Abelia noticed students said things similar to her father. So she stayed with her mother as much as possible. Her mother's illness putting a damper on her happiness. She knew she wouldn't last much longer but one day she found her mother wasn't with her anymore.
After her mother's funeral, Abelia noticed almost instantly that her father and siblings weren't nearly as nice to her. They often spent time bickering or yelling about the mess her paw paint made on the floor and everything else. At school Abel got the same kind of treatment. People would gossip about her appearance or yell about the mess she makes when she walks. Deciding to be more courteous as a guest Abelia started wearing boots and gloves to keep things clean. She had a lot of people saying things about her mutation but ignored them for the most part. Her mother never would have wanted her to believe their unkind words. She smiled to herself while wandering around a renaissance fair and noticed they had a grey fox tail for sale. Abelia knew she wasn't a fox, but she couldn't resist how soft and beautiful it was, so she bought it and began pinning it to her clothes.

How do they feel about their mutation?
Until Abelia's mother became sick and she started school, she never really thought much about her mutation. She never thought she was any different until told otherwise. It started at school. "Is that a bobcat?" another student whispered. "Did someone cut her tail off?" and "are you sure that's a wolf?" Now that she's graduated from highschool she's trying to break back out from hiding it because she loves who she is. But she has a tendency to wear gloves and boots to keep her work, college, and apartment clean. She's often wearing a grey fox tail and putting her paint on it while people aren't looking. Anyone who hasn't known her since before college doesn't know she doesn't have a tail because she loves how plush the fox tail she bought is.
When it comes down to it, Abelia is proud of her mutation because it makes her unique and reminds her how much her mother loved her.

Personality.
Abelia is a very calm yet optimistic and funloving woman. Not one to laze about she loves the outdoors and hanging out with her few close friends. Though she does need some down-time every now and then. Her friends love her determination but sometimes wolves that know her more personally will say that she's muleheaded, stubborn, and sometimes arrogant. They know she means well but most of the time she's too lost in her own ideals for her to realize that she's making her friends uncomfortable.

[Chimericect]

Mark :>

[nymx]

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