[Charchar2]

Sorry for the lack of plumerians lately!! Most of my plume designs are being saved away for a winter thing 'w' Here's a cute little one for you guys, though!

This will be a 48-hour impress me, ending at 11 PM November 17th (EST time). You can do literally whatever you want for your form, so have fun! Just remember, quality over quantity. I'm looking forward to seeing some unique ideas~

[Byrdee ★]

Name;; Dona Chasty
Gender;; Female
Age;; 29

personality;;
Public - Dona is observant, and pays attention to details, due to this, it is quite easy for her to spot someone in a crowd and know a little bit about who there are as a person in just a few minuets. She doesn't talk much, purely because nobody usually spots her. When someone decides to come up to her, she doesn't say more than necessary. She is very critical, noting flaws and things she enjoys about one's character. Her head is usually stuffed up in her phone or some distraction in public, though when she looks up she often makes comments or jokes to herself about others. She can also be a bit harsh, though she doesn't mean it, it usually occurs due to her being in thought. Dona usually shows remorse if she is harsh enough to hurt one's feelings or she comes to a realization she enjoys the other's personality and actions (this is an occurrence that happens quite frequently). Though the stress it may cause, going out is something that truly entices her. Her tendency to stress and analyze is not the only thing associated with public. It quite amuses her to imagine what others' lives are like, and she fantasizes about them. And even if she refrains from saying it, it always sets in a warm feeling when someone confronts her, because, honestly, she loves others, even though the stress they cause for Dona's very observent personality, something in her heart has always felt that others are pretty enjoyable, that is, sometimes.

Close Others- This side of her is virtually the opposite of how she acts in public. She tends to be a lot lighter in personality, feeling a little more free of watchful eyes brings less stress, and brings her out of deep focus. This side of her only occurs with those close to her, those who's she's already figured out and analyzed. Her humor is no longer used for judgment, and she shares it with other. To her, laughter is a superb sound. She'll go on and on for hours invested in a conversation, catching up, problems, or purely stories on the news. It comes to her attention too, that she has somewhat of a sixth sense and she can usually tell when something is bothering another, or there is something stuck on their chest that they want to get off. Though another feeling that usually comes up is fear, that after so long, someone may be able to analyze her, and figure out her on the inside, or practically read her mind. It's just a strange thing for someone to pay attention to her, when in public, she's tucked away in a crowd, looking at others

Singled out- Whenever Dona is with a single person or group, even if not known, she does tend to be a little lighter. Not completely acting how she would in with those close, but there is a noticeable difference. Instead of a large group, there is simple few to none, and it lightens the load, yet still stresses her out. Dona usually meets her friends or close acquaintances this way. First impressions mean a lot, because, to be honest, she'll usually never see the people she talks to out in public again. She's bad with names so instead of addressing the person, they'll just think of them as 'That guy who spilled a milkshake on me' rather than, 'Oh yeah, that's Frank! He spilled a milkshake on me the first time we met but then apologized the next.' However, these small groups are usually face to face talking, and if it's important, it will usually happen again. So, under the circumstances, her mind makes an unconscious decision to give the person more of a chance and not be so quick to judge.

Alone - Dona is very light when she is alone, even though she usually doesn't mind company. She takes interest into many different activities, though she only does them alone for the sole purpose of not wanting to be judged. She's a sucker for D.I.Y things, as they occupy her time, and many of them are quite creative according to her opinion. Dona often puts on music and dances around on the carpet, as well as that, she takes appeal to multiplayer games. Dona likes to be interactive without as much pressure on her, so it seems hiding behind a screen suits her.

Other Traits;;
-Kleptomaniac (not very serious but still notable)
-Nosey
-Very family oriented
-Has a harsh tounge but apologizes imitately afterwords
-Loves children and dogs
-Likes planting herbs
-Works at candle shop

[Butter Dragon]

"My name is Tinder Jenkins, I am my parents only son and I do the best I can to be the only one they need. My parents wanted to name me something sweet but not to common, they considered naming me tender but decided to change the spelling a bit so it wasn't so weird. It turns out that Tinder actually does mean something but I embrace my name anyways no matter how strange it is to have a name that means small sticks."


"Everyone has always thought I look younger than I am but unlike the eleven year old everyone thinks I am, I am actually a bright fifteen year old. While my young looks and squeaky voice has earned me some teasing I suspect that one day it will come in handy. Who knows, maybe I'll be a spy under cover, no one can tell what the future will hold."



Think of your typical American teen, lazy, immature and impulsive. This gives you the perfect idea of what Tinder is not. Tinder is increasingly driven and focused the older he gets, he has a life plan and has high hopes of following it to the letter. He is very mature for his age, and while he still enjoys doing "childish" things, finger painting being one of his favorite activities, he acts older than he is. You could safely call him a little gentleman. Tinder is about the farthest thing you can get from impulsive. He meticulously plans everything and knows all the stats and opinions of others before making a choice for himself. He may sound boring but he does know how to let loose and have fun. In fact one of his favorite things to do is dance and will accept an invitation to almost any party. But while he does love a good time Tinder is very responsible and no party is going to get in the way of his future. Since a young age Tinder has been very insecure tied to his fear of failing and letting others down. This has made his overly sensitive at times and very hurt by even the youngest bullies. Tinder has a real passion and that is robotics. Tinder loves the detail put into it and he loves to see the end result of weeks of work. He has been to and usually entered if not placed in every robotics fair he could find. But while this is where he will go with his future it isn't his only skill. Tinder is a skilled hacker. He discovered his love for computers very young and has been developing his skills for years. Some of his friends try to convince him to hack things for money but he doesn't want to throw away his future for one small crime. But he does use his hacking abilities to help his forgetful friends get back into their social media accounts and such. Tinder makes a lot of faces at random moments, usually because he remembers something from days ago that he still thinks are perplexing or hilarious depending on what it was. He usually tries to curb this habit in public as it can be quite embarrassing to explain. Tinder is slightly OCD, particularly when he is working with his robots. He knows where everything is and would just about die if someone messed up his system.

Aside from Robotics, and Tech Tinder actually struggles quite a bit in school. He is a genius with everything electronic but these amazing talents did not carry into the rest of his studies. Tinder has to study twice as hard for basic tests and young can ussually find him burring his nose in a book doing just that.



"Hm, well I was born February 29th, 2000,on leap year so my birthday alternates between February 28th and March 1st. I enjoy doing word studies when I'm not busy with something else and I love the color blue. Yeah that's about it."

Tinder has known Drayace for as long as he can remember. They share many interests, primarily robotics and inventing, and get along swimmingly. Drayce and Tinder are practically inseparable, they have had their arguments like any friends do but they are both very forgiving and as the saying goes “Would rather have a friend than a grudge”. Drayce helped Tinder through a lot of hard times with bullies and has really boosted his confidence in a way that his family could not. Tinder keeps Drayce on track when he gets to excited or slap happy and Drayce pushed Tinder to have more fun than he usually would. Drayce and Tinder love to study together, it makes it more fun and bearable for both of them. Usually after school Drayce will come to Tinder’s house and help him with whatever new robot he’s toying with and Tinder will gladly accept the help. Tinder and Drayce have and likely always will be life long friends.

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The Dark-----
"Its hard to say it, it feels so childish. I'm afraid of the dark. Most of the time I sleep with a light on or my window shades open to let the street light's light in. Most of my robots have a light feature and while most assume its just a helpful tool but the truth is I leave them on during the night. It looks beautiful with the various colored lights around the room, sometimes I think that even if I weren't afraid I would leave them on. I guess it all started when I was little, I was going to sleep when I heard a shreek. I never found out what made the terrible noise but ever since then I have been jumpy every time I go to fall asleep without a light."

Failing-----
"Ever since I could think for myself I have tried to be the perfect kid. It was always just a sub contentious thought in the back of my mind and I usually didn't even realize I was doing it. But every so often someone would offer for me to do something with them and I would say no. It wasn't till later that I realized I was declining them because I thought I would fail at it. It has always been a deep seeded fear of mine to fail in public. Not because I don't want to be humiliated but because I don't want to let anyone down.

Strengths:
~Speaking to crowds
~Showing Maturity
~Spreading smiles
~Inventing
~Robotics
~Tech
~Not being Lazy
~Remembering obscure things

Weaknesses:
~Encouraging
~Making friends
~Being outgoing
~Not being afraid
~Athletics
~Accepting change
~Art
~Managing a team

[bullie]

reserve! >:3c

[rem sleep]

Locke Spectral • Male
More commonly spelled as 'Lock'.
Listen while reading.

This is going to be a deductive form, which is to say that everything you know about this plumerian will be shown through a story, or series thereof, and not told to you. I've been wanting to do a form like this for some time, so please sit back, relax; and enjoy!
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The keys all fell in line under his dexterous paws. Guided to the notes by the rhythm of the song, Lock found himself caught up in the music as if he were sleepwalking; a man in a trance, who's soft-noted symphony was cascading into the open air with such fluidity one might assume it the song of an experienced pianist. Lock could feel it. The piano's warmth lacing his fingertips, making them buzz with a soft familiarity that made his heart skip. The swiftness of his fluid motions was paired only by his grace, the softness and tenderness at times was able to produce notes similar to teardrops; fleeting, delicate and sorrowful, but beautiful all the same. Lock felt a thin smile trace his lips as the song was drawing to a close, that is, until he heard the voice of another cut into the perfect melody.

"Hey, Lock!" Came the friendly voice, shaking Lock from the trance his song had induced in him. The jarred green and blue plumerian glanced over at his companion, not at all surprised to see standing before him a short, lanky pink plumerian. The look on his face was expectant, but pleasant; and his bright pink eyes shone with admiration behind the frames of his glasses.

"Hello, Cupid." Lock replied courteously. It was always around this time that his odd visitor showed his face, not that Lock minded much. The cafe was usually dull around these hours either way, though that didn't stop Lock from playing his music. He'd worked there for a good portion of time now, but playing in front of an audience... Well it still made him feel self-conscious and rather anxious. To remedy this, Lock often accidentally got himself caught up in the music and not the scenery, quite easily forgetting there may be onlookers to his performance. "What brings you here today? The usual?" As Lock talked with Cupid, he played a soft, absent-minded tune on the keys of the piano.

Cupid gave a certain nod. "Luckily I managed to snag a break today..." The pink plume gave a small sigh, pulling his arms in closer to his chest. Lock raised a brow skeptically, "Long day?" He asked, to which Cupid responded with another nod. Lock pulled himself up from the piano, his long black tailcoat draping down behind his legs; he paused a moment to adjust his hat before flashing the shorter plume a chivalrous smile.

"Take a seat and make yourself at home then." Lock offered, whisking one paw out to the empty dining room. The cafe was quaint, an inviting homely feeling occupied the entirety of the place; many circular tables with typical diner chairs were situated all around the place, and the counter at the farthest wall had a display case for the many deserts; as well as a chalk board spanning the wall above with drinks, specials and whatnot written upon it, as well as sketches of various things likely drawn in by Lock himself. Currently, Lock was the only one working, as it seemed to be quite often this late in the day, but he didn't mind. After all, he spent his time playing the piano until a customer came in to occupy his attention. It was his official title to be the chipper and easygoing background music for the cafe, but it was more often than not that he ended up taking orders, running food and maintaining the cleanliness of the place.

"Right then." Cupid nodded with a light chuckle at Lock's display. It was rather typical of him, Cupid knew, but nonetheless it still amused him. He wasted no time in taking his typical seat near the windows and waited for Lock to go about his business.

Lock disappeared behind the counter a moment before reappearing with a saunter to Cupid's table. He tipped his hat politely, "How can I help you today, sir?" He offered warmly, to which Cupid rolled his eyes with a thin smirk, "The usual." Lock had fully expected Cupid's reply, but he figured it polite to to to the table either way. With a fluid motion of his paws he twirled his notebook to face Cupid, the order written down though his pen had never touched the paper. "This one?" He asked with a grin, Cupid stifling another snicker at his flashy behavior. "Why yes, it is." Cupid confirmed, to which Lock beamed proudly.

"Be back in a moment then!" Lock was already walking off by this point, disappearing again behind the counter as Cupid was left to look on with wonder. Lock was quick when it came to whipping up drinks, quick; but not careless. He came back in a couple moments with a hot cup of hot cocoa for the doctor in his cafe. Setting it down before Cupid, he gave another pleasant smile. "Marshmallows and whipped cream, as per the norm." He took the menu from Cupid's table as well, "Put a little extra in there for you... Figured you might need it today."

"Thanks, Lock." Cupid tried to return the smile, it seeming a bit awkward from him rather than the prim and proper gentlemen before him. "Not a problem," Lock chuckled, winking wryly before swiveling on his heel and heading back off towards the counter again. "I'll be but a moment longer." And again he was gone. This time he was off a good while before bringing out another small platter for Cupid, setting the light pink glass circle on his table, Lock smiled. "Made fresh." He commented in reference to the thin slice of strawberry cake sitting in the center of said platter. A couple strawberries were set off to the side, and a nice drizzle of sweet pink was covering the delicacy.

Cupid beamed before he even noticed he was, catching himself he forced a humble smile; and an accidental blush in addition. "Taking a seat this evening?" Cupid offered Lock sheepishly, to which Lock seemed to be pondering his options. He held out both his paws as if they were a scale, tipping to one side and then the other; though after a couple brief moments they stopped in the middle. "If you'd prefer it, I can always accommodate." Lock stated as he'd reached his decision. Cupid nodded, and likewise Lock pulled out the chair across from Cupid and took a seat.

The pink doctor raised a brow at the green barista, "Got the place all to yourself again?" Cupid asked curiously. Lock nodded, "What else is new?" He responded teasingly with a joking roll of his eyes. "Doesn't it get lonely?" Cupid asked, "Not when I have my piano, no. I always find ways to occupy myself... And it never really hurt anyone to practice." Cupid nodded along as Lock spoke, "Things have been really busy at the hospital today." The pink plume thought aloud, accidentally provoking a concerned look from Lock. "How're you holding up with all that?" Lock cast Cupid an empathic glance, his eyes heavy with worry. Cupid shook his head feverishly, "No no-- Lock, hey! I'm fine, don't you worry!" Lock didn't seem convinced. "I got a break today, that in and of itself is a good sign. Today's been going well, it's just... busy." Cupid admitted with a sigh as Lock's seafoam eyes pierced his farce. "Well you better take it easy, Cupid. I swear... It hasn't been that long since your promotion... Do take good care of yourself, alright Doctor?" Lock flashed a sly grin and Cupid rolled his eyes with a stifled snicker. "Yeah, yeah... I will." Without another word, Lock stood and went over to Cupid, hands poised on his sides with a sassy, demanding sort of demeanor a mother generally possesses when scolding a child. "Hugs. Now." Lock stated firmly, "If you're having a bad day, please at least let me do that much for you. Lord only knows you deserve it for the hardships. If anything, relax here with me and take it easy on yourself for awhile before you have to go back. I'll play whatever songs you'd like, fetch you anything you'd care for- don't worry about the expense, I'll cover the tab- just please don't strain yourself." Lock crossed his arms and gave a swift nod of his head as if to affirm everything he'd just said.

Cupid stood shakily, rather taken aback by the kindness of the pianist he'd talked with so frequently. Sure, he was a regular here; but such kindness was unwarranted by the passing conversation they had. He considered Lock a friend, of course, but... He'd never quite thought of what Lock may consider him. As soon as Cupid was standing, Lock embraced the exhausted doctor, lightly patting his back before pulling away and giving a knowing smile. Cupid opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by a soft- "Don't you worry about a thing, friend." From Lock. Cupid smiled faintly as Lock breezed over to the piano, sitting at its desk he again felt himself caught up in a melody the world couldn't hear. As things began to hold still again, Lock's paws began to glide along the keys again, encompassing the cafe in a delightful, warmhearted symphony of keystrokes.


F i n

--------Lovely art by gunpowdercat

art by Miss Scei

The small garden outside the shop was always somewhere Lock liked to go to clear his head. The flora set his mind at ease, and flowers had always captured a spot in his heart. The aroma breathed in through his nose set to calm his entire body, overwhelming him with a powerful sense of tranquility. He had a garden at home, yes, but there was one thing here that he couldn't so easily replace. There was a particular tree that sat outside, where often Lock would escape over his breaks to sit and think. He found that more often than not, his greatest inspirations came from underneath that tree; and while sitting under it, surrounded by denser grass and a multitude of flowers, he felt closer to nature than anywhere else in the world.

He'd write songs, poetry, recipies, or simply draw to pass the time; the seconds, minutes and hours lost meaning there where he felt most at ease. Sometimes he'd invite others to join him; for like most things he loved, he wanted to share this with those around him so they might enjoy it too.

by ~Caramel~

by me
by gunpowdercat

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Thank you so much for reading!
Good luck to everyone who participated,
and best of luck to the judges as well in
deciding a winner for this lovely plume!
One final shout out to everyone who
reviewed my form, helped me with art
or critique and overall motivated me to
do my best in this competition!
Again, good luck and thank you so
much for this chance!

[.adventure.]

mark to watch

[NE0N-UMBR30N]

unghh char you pull at my heart strings

but i need to focus on another comp,so watching!

[F0XFANG]

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username; rockpelt.
name; Whitfield
nickname; Whit
meaning; From the small field
gender; Male

age; About 24
birthday; 11th of Sept.
star sign; Virgo
orientation; Homosexual homoromantic
crush; Ferret

personality;
Whitfield is a terribly confident guy, which can make him appear arrogant to the wrong person. He doesn't intend to
be viewed this way, but it happens frequently. He is a very ambitious Plumie, and can find himself aiming for much
higher goals that he can actually achieve. As he has a fairly rich background, he is usually found donating to different
charities and giving away money to those without a home. In terms of finding a mate, he tries to act as loyal and as
faithful as he can around those he finds even the slightest bit attractive. Whitfield is extremely supportive and
encouraging of those he knows when they're trying something new or going through some difficult times in their lives.
He can act a bit pretentious when he meets someone new for the first time, and tries to make himself sound like he's
done much more with his life than he really has. He can be very dramatic when things aren't going right, and makes
them much bigger problems than they really are. He appears to be a bit stubborn around those he knows and those he
doesn't, but it's more of a habit to the Plumie than he thinks. Sometimes, Whitfield acts like a very vain and rude guy,
but he never intends it to happen...even if he does like looking into a mirror 24/7.

Whitfield is a witty Plumie who can both tell a humourous and sarcastic joke that may or may not involve hurting
someone else's feelings. He is surprisingly smart, which is not what others think of him at a first glance. He is also a
freelance inventor, and invents silly little things nobody else would really care about or use. He never tries to hide
behind a mask, and considers himself to be an extremely original Plumie with ideas nobody else will ever have.
However, Whitfield can be quite stubborn when it comes to getting help from others. He hates asking for help. He is
also known by many of his friends to be a rather emotionless guy, only showing happy and cheerful feelings; not some
of the more sad and angry ones he feels inside. He is a bit of a rule breaker, and hates being bound to do and to not do
certain things by 'stupid words'. He considers himself to be a free spirit because of this, and does what he wants to do,
when he wants to do it. The only time he abides by rules is when he is babysitting, and he somehow turns into a
responsible adult. He has power when he makes the rules.

Whitfield is very picky when it comes to others entering his friendship circle. He can be a very family and friend
orientated Plumie, however, and loves to spend time with and around his family. He is a bit of an actor, and can
cry on cue, perfect for when he gets blamed for something someone else had done, or if he really wants something
or to get his own way. In saying this, he can be a real big sook when he doesn't get his own way. Whitfield is also a
very self-conscious guy, and constantly tries to impress everyone around him in his actions and his appearance.
He hates feeling weak or helpless, and would rather ruin something than ask anyone for help. This isn't good, as Whit
has gotten in trouble before for doing this, but he really does hate it. He believes that he is strong for doing things by
himself, but doesn't realise that this isn't really being independent. Finally, Whitfield is a massive procrastinator, and
can sometimes be found leaving something for weeks before doing it, such as cleaning his house or recording a new song.

Whitfield almost always keeps his mouth shut. He knows when he should speak, and when he shouldn't. Most of the
time, he thinks he shouldn't. He isn't normally found around other Plumies, and would much rather be alone in a forest;
away from the big city lights where he can look at the stars. He is considered to be a fairly peaceful guy, and radiates
a comforting aura that others find makes them feel relaxed and calm. When he isn't stargazing, Whitfield is usually
asleep. He nods off in the most awkward of situations, and is very difficult to wake up. It's best to leave him alone.
He can be a bit of a scaredy cat, and will jump at the sound of a pin drop if he's not expecting it. He finds it extremely
easy to cry, be angry and show raw emotions. Basically, he wears his heart on his sleeve and doesn't care what others
think of him. He gets extremely nervous around those he doesn't know, and even those he does know can make him feel
very uncomfortable. Whitfield is also a large dreamer, both in his dream land, and also in reality. He thinks of things
that will never happen to him, but he wishes that they would.

Whitfield is a very quiet sort of Plumie; you would more commonly find him sitting in a library or cafe reading a good
book than in the streets. Around those he knows, he tries to be a constantly carefree and confident sort of guy. He is
exceptionally good at speaking to a crowd, but doesn't particularly enjoy it too much. At certain times of his life, he
can turn from being loving and friendly to extremely moody and sensitive. This small bursts normally last from a day
to a few, but nothing more. He is usually avoided during these times sadly, which can make him feel extremely lonely.
Around people Whitfield doesn't know, he comes across as a very prim and proper Plumie, with a high regard to
formalities and rules. This is true, but he tries to let his hair down around his friends. He is extremely self-conscious
of his actions and words, and would prefer to keep him mouth shut than say something that could get either himself
or a friend in trouble. However, he would much rather himself get into trouble than a friend; even one he doesn't know
well. Currently in his life, Whitfield is studying at university, and aces almost every single one of his assignments.
His friends nor even himself know how he does this, but somehow he does.

theme song; Hands on the Water - Skyhill
The song itself is about a guy who knows that his girlfriend chose him despite being able to chose someone better. As
the song continues, you discover how badly the two are fighting, but the woman in the relationship will not listen no
matter what else is being said. By the end of the song, it is clear that the guy wants to fix the relationship, but the
woman doesn't really care anymore. Despite trying to get help, the relationship goes nowhere, and essentially ends.
Whitfield feels that this song is very similar to events that happened in his past, but obviously with another guy and
not a girl. He felt very isolated in that relationship, and that no matter what he said, his words were drowned out
and he was never listened to. Eventually, the relationship ended, but not after fight after fight after fight.

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likes and dislikes;
There are a fair few things that Whitfield loves more than anything else; chocolate,
music, singing, small animals and Disney movies. His love for chocolate stems from
an experience when he was about 6, where he was taken to visit a factory processing
chocolate. Music and singing have always been a large impact on his life, with his
mother being a professional and his father dabbling in keyboard. When he was young,
he owned two mice and a cat, so his love of small animals comes from there. Disney
movies, like almost everyone, have been around since he was a little child, with
his favourite being the classic Snow White. In terms of his dislikes, Whitfield can't
stand socks, heavy thunderstorms, covers of songs and breath mints. He hates the
feeling of his feet being covered by socks, and even avoid shoes sometimes. Whit's
great uncle was struck by lightning once, which has given him almost a phobia of
thunderstorms. Despite being a musician, he hates those that cover songs; even
more so when they're bad covers. Lastly, he hates the feeling after you eat a mint,
but doesn't mind the taste, yet he avoids them altogether.

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crush and best friend;

ferret
Ferret and Whitfield have had a fairly good relationship, only ever as friends, to Whit's
sadness. The two have known each other for a while, after Whit accidentally tripped
the younger Plumie at their local university. Whit offered to buy Ferret and coffee to
make it up to him, and ever since then the two have been the best of friends. Whilst
Whitfield can be a little bit rebellious sometimes, opposed to Ferret's quite nature, he
tags along in whatever the older Plumie wants to do. Whit discovered his feelings for
the other Plumie about a year after meeting him, which was also around the time
where he got out of his previous, toxic, relationship. Whilst Whitfield thinks he should
not be in another relationship yet, he feels that if he were to get into another one,
Ferret would be the one to be in a relationship with.

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short story;
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There are a total of 4 endings. Find them all. ;)

[Apollosaurus]

Eep good luck everyone!
I'd enter if I could though I've decided to back down from comps

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☆ Username - K i a x e

★ Name - Ossius Bane

☆ Gender - Male

★ Dob - 10/31/15

☆ Sexuality - Pansexual

★ Dob - 10/31/15

☆ Diagnosis - Paranoia Schizophrenia +
Dissociative Identity disorder

★ Likes - Blankets - Light - Winter

☆ Dislikes - The dark - Loud noises - Cramped places

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My diagnosis - Schizophrenia is a challenging disorder
that makes it difficult to distinguish between what is real
and unreal, think clearly, manage emotions, relate to others,
and function normally. In other words, It makes me an outcast,
something I don’t particularly hate, as strange as it sounds.
I’m often… plagued, with nightmares,
some tending to seep into my waking world,
and others hovering on the edge of my conscience,
ready to send another jolt of fear through my system.
Being afraid of pretty much anything has it’s disadvantages,
but I mean,It’s hard to sneak up on me… right? I um…
Tend to be really observant, especially in places unknown to me.
I don’t like changes, they’re terrifying.
Who knows what will happen
when you change the way things look…?
or function? Like the life relies on whatever is around us,
and is really based on the choices we make….
W-Welcome to the world of one
suffering from paranoid schizophrenia.
- Ossius isn’t often keen on change,
and it isn’t very hard to scare him.
PS or not, the disorder only adding onto the issue,
leaving him in this dark corner of life
that he refuses to let anyone shine light on,
in fear of what could lurk deeper
into the depths of the night.
“What do I fear? Well, the answer is simple….
What is there not to fear?”
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2 sides to one story - Dissociative Identity disorder ;
a mental process which produces a lack of connection
in a person's thoughts, memories, feelings, actions,
or sense of identity. Often associated with bipolar disorder,
and sometimes known as Multiple personality disorder.
- In other words… one moment, I’m this trauma-filled,
scared person… and then the next,
It’s like my emotions are gone,
and I’m a shell. -
Ossius suffers from 2 different personalities,
one only coming out whenever the other is too stressed
or traumatized to continue. His normal persona,
the one that is diagnosed with PS, is his normal self,
and takes up the majority of his lifetime,
however when his stress levels rise too greatly,
or sometimes even with
multiple scares within a time frame,
his personality will alter,
and his emotions seem to disappear;
Welcome to his alternate persona. His alt,
which prefers to be called syrus (SEER - us),
is the complete opposite of his normal self.
Where his original self is full of negative emotions,
his alt tends to be void of any emotion in general,
and blank. When within his Syrus,
he doesn’t recognize anyone around him,
and sticks to himself the whole time,
mostly found locked inside his
apartment with no sound,
gently mumbling to himself that everything is okay.
The syrus, in a way acts as a front,
hiding the turmoil inside until
ossius is able to deal with the world again.

Switching - My transition is rather undetectable,
and is unusually quick,
where some take weeks to switch,
I can go from myself, to syrus in a matter of hours.
During my transition I tend to lose… some emotions,
mostly the negative ones go first, then the others
once the switch is complete.
I stay to myself more than normal,
but I do go out during the switch most times,
before syrus takes over and we stay
within the 4 walls of our apartment.

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“ I um… don't like people, sorry” -
Being an extreme introvert has it’s pros,
and its cons, as does everything in life…
sometimes more cons than others,
but ossius doesn’t mind being alone.
It helps him think, cope,
and control himself so that
he’s able to perform in life, and succeed.
Despite his conditions, he’s rather normally happy
when he’s around one of the few friends he trusts,
and is able to ignore his issues when around them.

The origins - No one is for sure
on the origins of ossius’s conditions,
only that he wasn’t born with them,
and the first symptoms
started when he was 11.
Most causes of both conditions
are extreme trauma, or something similar,
to which he denies anything of the sort.
Noone asks him about his past,
as every time the origins of his conditions,
or his past is brought up, he closes off,
and the switch takes place,
completely shutting him off from the world
until eventually, he moves past it,
and goes back to his original persona again.

I inhaled sharply as a flash of white
streaked across the sky, causing a temporary
blind spot in my vision.
I could feel my heart beating a mile a minute,
feeling like it was going to implode from my
chest before the storm even started,
and now that it has,
I was only anticipating the switch.
It happened often,
more times than I could count in a month,
and usually lasted until I could either calm
down enough to return, or deal with whatever
was disturbing me enough that syrus
was no longer needed at the time.
I could feel my emotions slowly draining,
until finally my fear faded over the course of a few hours,
the switch was over halfway completed.
I simply stared out of the window after syrus took over,
the fear long gone with the rest of my emotions,
leaving me as a husk of my other persona.
From october 1st through november
16th syrus would take over completely,
shielding me from the emotions centered
around the day themselves,
too tragic to remember without my alt
coming through to shield me from the pain.
Not only was halloween during the time,
along was the worst day of my life.
“it must” I finally stated after a few moments of silence,
continuing to stare at the rain from the window.
A loud crack of thunder had me looking up to the sky,
watching as another fork of lightning came down,
hitting the ground not far outside my apartment
and creating a lattering pattern,
A Lichtenberg figure burnt into the grass, and my memory.

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Relations - Yera, Ossius’s only friend, is extremely close to him, and even protective in some cases. He trusts her with his life, and his secrets, and with trust issues like his, that’s an extremely hard point to get to. Ossius is thankful that even through his disorders, trust issues, and antisocial nature, she was willing to stick through it with him, and earned the best friend title not long after meeting her. Even when syrus comes to play, she was willing to understand that without emotions, it’s highly different relation, as syrus doesn’t recognize people as friends, simply other beings there, going through life just as he is.

In conclusion - Ossius and Syrus are your typical american with a couple disorders to add onto the bounty that is life as we know it. Scared of most things normal to others, he’s an extreme introvert, and wouldn’t hesitate to choose being alone over a crowd.



Final note - In NO way am I making fun of, objectifying, or trying to downplay the disorders I have put into this character, nor am I assuming everything I made up off my very limited knowledge of the disorders themselves are true. Keep in mind that this is a Fictional character, and backstory. I myself do not have any of the disorders in the form, however my family has had people within it that had such disorders. I am not in any way creating this to demean anyone, disorder or not, please respect that.

I hope to have even the slightest chance at winning this bab, and thanks for reading my form! I hope everyone has an amazing day/evening/night, and the brightest of futures! <3
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