[TipsyBearTender]

Due to unforeseen circumstances
This will close when I post close- aka whenever I get internet back and can actually start judging
Do not expect more than a week.
I will notify 24 hrs before closing!

I am sorry qvq <33

It's okay, I will try to get more pieces before it closes)

[aussie,]

good luck, i think? happy new years! still haven't seen the force awakens, but got a build - a - bear stormtrooper

[azemyc]

This has 24 hours open!

This will close at 11:30 EST tomorrow!

[TipsyBearTender]

I will tel my artist if she can move a little faster. Don't want to rush her, if she is not done then it will just be a gift for the winner

[IrkenChu]

Hey good luck to all who entered and a early congrats to the winner<3333333

[rochester.]

Good luck to everybody! There are some really nice forms, it'll be a tough competition!

[ghoulbites]

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Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ • Tenebrism
Aʟɪᴀs • Antares
Aʟɪᴀs Pʀᴏɴᴜɴᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ • Ant-air-ees
Aʟɪᴀs Mᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ • "Rival of Ares/Mars"
Aʟɪᴀs Oʀɪɢɪɴ • Brightest star of Scorpio Constellation
Sᴇx • Male
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ • Male
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ • Sixth of June
Aɢᴇ • Twenty Six
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ • Homosexual



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Tʜᴇ Bᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ
• The expanse of space is a lonely place, everything so far apart as though even the stars and planets themselves are the epitome of antisocial. But, despite all this, being able to travel through the universe itself sure is an honour. Or, it was. The Intergalactic Federation was what they called themselves, no real points for originality there, and they had made it their job to determine whether or not planets lived… or were destroyed. Sad, now that I think about it, as most of the planets now drifting around as debris held countless lives both innocent and, well, not so innocent. And to think, I was one of the people responsible for determining whether or not the planet said goodbye to existence forever.
---------I was once a soldier of the Intergalactic Federation Task Force, one of many that was sent dirt-side to see whether planets had what it took to meet the Federation’s standards. And if not? Well, bye-bye little planet, not causing any harm to anybody. We didn’t have names, just numbers that we were assigned depending on when we were thrown onto the Task Force. I was number Six-Six-Two, one of the hundreds of genetically modified soldiers that both lived and fell during their time serving the Intergalactic Federation. As it turned out, apparently the I.F didn’t have a very good reputation when it came to the planets that didn’t want to be destroyed; who would have guessed? And often times, fights broke out between us soldiers and the rebels who were trying to save their home world.
---------This job was what brought me here, to this planet. I was given the task to assess the potential and report back to the I.F as to whether or not it should be destroyed. A little, antisocial planet drifting around in space and I was sent to determine its rights to sit pretty in the universe. And this is where things get a little fuzzy for me. I remember landing - or more like slamming into the ground – and my mech-suit running off diagnostics on damages done and simultaneously repairing them as it went. It was quite a special little piece of technology, using teeny-tiny wires that embed themselves into my skin in order to record vital signs, communicate with me to supply information about the world, determine which of its arsenal of weapons was required for which situation, supply me with the nutrients I needed to live and give me a dose of serums whenever my body needed them. I never realised just how dependent I was on my suit until crash landing on this planet.


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Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs
• Antares memories pertaining to his family have been long
since erased, seen as insignificant and a weakness they were
erased by the Intergalactic Federation upon receiving him as
a boy. Outside of this hole in his memories, he had a loving
mother and a father determined to gain the favour of the higher
ranks of the federation.
• It was his father that had been the one to hand him over, a
sort of "peace offering" in a sense, in attempts to please the
rulers of the Intergalactic Federation and rise in his own ranks
as a citizen of the main space station. He saw his boy as prime
soldier material, and intended to use this as a way to worm his
way into the Federation's "good books". Antares' mother was a
sweet young woman, a mother who loved her son as much as
the next, so she wasn't too keen to hand over her only child,
a child who would only become a weapon for the Federation
to use however it saw fit. But, eventually, she had to give in
to her husband's whim and saw her only son off for one last
time before any memories of her were completely plucked
from his mind.

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Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Rᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ
• Antares found a place to call home in an old and abandoned observatory. Fixing the place up into something more, well, livable and suiting to his rather simple tastes. The tower is roughly four storeys high, domed at the top with sliding panels to allow the powerful telescope access to the night sky. Made mostly of faded red brick and laying host to a decent amount of climbing ivy on the exterior walls, the building sports a very faded dome that is in dire need of a new paint-job. The third storey has a wrap-around deck that offers a nice view of the surrounding countryside, or works as a vantage point should a hostile come ambling along towards him. With many of the rooms still bare of any renovations, the few that he has made up have been converted into his living quarters, a kitchen, bathroom and an office that holds a few star-charts that were left behind. The colour scheme he conducted his redesigning around consists of greys and deep reds, not being great when it comes to colour-coordination. His bed isn't like the beds you see today, well, it's more of a nest if anything, a shallow half-sphere with super-soft padding to form a mattress, a few too many blankets and an abundance of pillows. Despite it all, he finds it comfortable to sleep in, even more than a conventional bed.

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Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴ
• I was given the ‘go ahead’ by my suit after scans had been done to determine the breathability of the air and the status of any hostile bodies in the area, of which there were none. So I gave the door of my pod a good blast with one of the weapons in my suit’s arsenal and watched as the hatch flew a good few hundred feet before landing somewhere in the distance with a clatter. Not much was known about this planet, so I had no idea what to expect when I finally hit dirt-side, and I honestly was a little underwhelmed by what I saw. There wasn’t a single being in sight, or anything really… aside from the green layer of stuff beneath my feet – called ‘grass’ - and these tall brown and green things I came to learn were called ‘trees’.
---------Aside from the rather barren feel to the place, it was very beautiful. There are so many colours everywhere in this world and I’m always discovering new and vibrant things! I wandered away from my pod, though kept it in view in case I needed to communicate with the Intergalactic Federation. I even found this hole in the ground that was filled with a substance consisting of Hydrogen and Oxygen, or ‘water’ as this planet called it. It was very fascinating to see it, as I never really went sightseeing on other planets. It was always duty, duty, kill, kill, destroy whenever I went dirt-side; such is the life of a soldier I suppose.
---------For once, in the past however many years I’d been a soldier for the I.F, I made a decision based on my emotions. I wasn't aware I was capable of emotions after having been so dependant on my suit. But, this planet was just too beautiful to lay to waste… so I sent back a message to the Federation, a big fat lie that basically stated that the planet met the other standards but wasn’t suitable for colonisation… and a little bit of an ‘oh no I’m being killed’ tagged onto the end before it was transmitted and I destroyed the pod to prevent them from tracking my location. They wouldn’t care that I had supposedly died dirt-side, they lost hundreds and never so much as batted an eye for the soldiers that had fallen. So here I stranded myself, and I didn’t really worry too much about it.
---------I soon found the place I now call “home” while venturing around in search of intelligent life forms. It was nice tower of sorts with a great vantage point and a telescope should I feel the urge to repair the darn thing and actually use it. I fixed it up and stopped to think for a while once all that was done, I’d never had an actual home before, and it felt really good to actually call this abandoned place my own!

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Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
• Since the young age of fifteen, when his body was genetically modified to allow for his suit to connect with him, Antares was much like a lifeless drone that followed orders and never questioned what the higher ups were telling him to do. He obeyed, abandoned all emotional attachments to things and became an empty shell controlled by the communications of his suit. He had taken many lives without so much as a bat of his eyes, destroyed worlds with no sense of guilt over the countless lives that had been taken, gave the final report as to whether or not planets survived without hesitation and in the very end; he realised that the federation had turned him into something akin to a monster.
---------After having landed dirt-side on the planet he currently resides on, for the first time since that young age he made a conscious decision on his own; without his commander barking orders directly to his brain. He made a decision based on his own emotions, emotions that had kind of confused him at first, and ended up saving the planet and all its life, which included himself. Since then, he has been relearning what emotions he can experience, and learning more about the planet as he goes along. He has become a very gentle and caring young man, bearing his own complexities in a major way. He has a feeling that he lives in a world of hidden meanings and possibilities, something he never experienced living in the space stations. He places great importance on having things neat and orderly, something that was crammed into his head through his training to be a soldier. He exerts a lot of energy in the process of finding out the best way to go about getting things completed.
---------Antares has surprisingly little faith in his own instincts, having depended so much on his mech-suit to give him the information he needed; he’s found himself up the creek without a paddle and no sense of direction. Knowing little to nothing at all about the world, he finds himself trapped in a little box of what he does know and often times gets frustrated that he has so much dependence on a piece of technology. He tries, however, to slowly wean himself off using his suit to help him; rarely ever putting the plated armour back on unless he’s in dire need of it. Within him he is a complex individual; a maze of twists and turns where nothing is known and the paths all seem to lead to nowhere. He is private and typically difficult to understand when somebody faces that which is his self. Antares, despite it all and in a weird way, is as genuinely warm as he is complex. He holds that special little nook within his heart; reserved for those people whom he becomes close to. Though, with limited communication with the inhabitants of the planet; his basic communication skills are, well, just that: basic. Having not used spoken word to communicate in some time, trying to convey his feelings in a just as efficient way as direct from his mind has proven to be difficult.
---------Antares bears traits of patience, devotion and protective qualities. He is a perfectionist who knows that he is not living up to his full potential; rarely at complete peace with himself as there's always something else he feels he should be doing to improve his self. Conversely, he has painstakingly high expectations of his self, and he doesn't believe in compromising his own ideals.
---------Antares as an individual feels that he is gifted in ways that others are not, but at a disadvantage as compared to those who grew up living on this planet. Life is not necessarily easy for the young Plumerian, but he tries to make it work despite it all. Pushing away his past life that left a trail of destruction and death in its wake, he has done his best to start developing a new life for himself; while still getting a little paranoid when the odd fluffy creature seems to want to take him on.

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Tʜᴇ Nᴀᴍɪɴɢ
• There was barely anything inside my little observatory home, well, after its previous owners had left it anyway. But what was left behind proved to be very useful to me! I found a few star charts mapping out things the natives of this planet had called “constellations”, and they had even been so creative as to give a few of the stars names that weren’t numbers or something completely and utterly confusing. That, dear reader, is how I came across the name I now choose to go by! Listed off under one of the constellations dubbed “Scorpio”, the name Antares stood out to me the most.
---------A “red giant” – as they called it – that is the brightest star in the constellation, known as the “heart of the scorpion” to some – though I don’t really know what a scorpion is, it sounds cool – and said to come from something “Greek” – whatever Greek is – that supposedly means “Rival of Ares” or “Rival of Mars”. I’ve been to this “Mars” and, I must say, nothing too interesting. But, back to the star called Antares! It’s supposedly several hundred times the diameter of the Sun and 10,000 times the Sun’s luminosity and it has a fifth-magnitude blue companion. Red… Blue… Cool sounding “Greek” thing. I was hooked, so I made it my name as well!
---------So, back to the star charts that had been left behind. I have them stuck to the wall in my little office and they have given me a bit more of a clue as to how intelligent the inhabitants of this planet were, they were able to map out stars pretty well and my observatory is also pretty well made! Though, the do seem maybe centuries behind the technologies of the Intergalactic Federation, at least they’re not drooling idiots throwing their own fecal matter as a sign of dominance over each other; that was always a promising sign.

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Lɪᴋᴇs
• Learning new things about the planet.
• Achieving something on his own, without his suit.
• Star gazing and looking for which stars are on the old star
charts he has.
• Eating butterflies.
• Sleeping in until near afternoon.
• Peace and quiet.
• Adventuring to discover new things.
• The thought of an intelligent species.
• The smell of pine needles.
• Reading through native texts.
• When he discovers a new emotion he can feel.
• Watching the clouds drift along through the sky.
• Cute and fluffy things that can't hurt him.
• Sitting on the edge of a small creek he found and swirling
his feet around in the water.
• The colours of the world he lives in, and discovering new
and colourful things.
• Collecting old bones.
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Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
• The thought of his new home planet being destroyed by the Intergalactic Federation.
• Not knowing whether something is hostile or friendly.
• Thunderstorms.
• Not knowing much about the planet he lives on.
• When he has to depend on his mech-suit.
• The heat.
• Mud getting in his fur and making it heavy.
• Spiders.
• The sound of his voice when he hasn't used it in a while.
• Not having any friends to keep him company.
• Thinking of the past or it being brought up.
• Bad smells that come from random places in his observatory home.
• Disorganisation and mess.
• Being woken up in the middle of the night by strange noises.
• Dust.

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Tʜᴇ Qᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs
• Throughout my time on this planet, I’ve found that although there are plenty of things I like, there are also things I’ve come to dislike. Not that that’s a bad thing, it just means that there’s a balance between likeable things and dislikable things; it makes thing interesting and I like that! I’ve been dirt-side for roughly two years now, going by the time that the natives go off of, and although I like the little routine I have; I know that there’s more out there for me to see and I want to see it!
---------Where are the people responsible for my star charts? What about those responsible for my observatory home’s design and construction? What about whoever is manning the aircraft that pass on overhead from time to time? Where are they going, and are there more people where they’re destined to land? I feel as though I’m missing so much, but I don’t know where to begin looking. It’s frustrating and intriguing all at the same time. I want to meet somebody from this planet, have a conversation, learn about them and everything else that they’ve come to understand about this planet! I’m an alien to their world and their world is alien to me. Surely we can meet a compromise?
---------Then again, what if I look too out of place? What if they want to have me killed and study my innards as though there’s something I’m hiding in there. Not much, I swear! I mean, I have a few Nano-bots drifting around that allow me to connect to my suit, but that’s really all I have! What do the natives even look like? Are they grotesque… or do they look like me but in all sorts of shapes and sizes and colours? I want to know!

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Qᴜɪʀᴋs

• He hasn't quite mastered the art of speaking using his
mouth rather than communicating via his suit and thoughts.
So his sentences are rather simple and short.
• Without his suit's functions, he believes all wildlife is a
threat and avidly avoids virtually everything that moves on
its own.
• Likes to eat butterflies, thinking that they're some sort of
food source that the "natives" would eat.
• Like to collect bones he finds while wandering around in
search of anything remotely intelligent.
• Thinks that thunderstorms are battles going on above the
clouds and takes shelter in the observatory's basement.
• Can't cook at all, but still likes having a kitchen... just in
case.
• Will start talking to himself if he's left to his own devices
for too long.
• Flops his ears back and forth when extremely bored.
• Talks in his sleep and sometimes sleep walks as well.
• Is allergic to pollen, but puts up with it to be able to
admire the pretty colours of nature.
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Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Hᴜᴍᴀɴ(ᴏɪᴅ)

Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ • Six feet Four inches
Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ • Approx. 64kg to 68kg
Bᴜɪʟᴅ • Has more muscle mass condensed within his upper body and arms. Abdomen and legs are leaner and toned.
Hᴀɪʀ • Black in colour. Very thick and soft. Has grown long enough to touch his shoulders.
Fᴀᴄɪᴀʟ/Bᴏᴅʏ Hᴀɪʀ • Unshaven, but neat and short-trimmed beard. Usually keeps arms and legs hairless. Doesn't bother with chest hair.
Eʏᴇs • Grey-ish with a reddish-tint to the right and a blueish-tint to the left.
Sᴋɪɴ • Olive Brown.

Cʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ Sᴛʏʟᴇ • Currently the only clothing he wears is his Intergalactic Federation administered slate-grey, snug-fitting shirt and pants. He doesn't own any other items of clothing at the current time. This is subject to change.

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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
• In order to explain how Antares came to be, it may be a good place to start from the very, very, very beginning. While tale tells that the first Plumerians found in quite some time were discovered in the Amazon Rainforest, before all this a top secret research group were testing and recording the species ability to live amongst the stars; much like what was done with many species. A group of roughly fifty Plumerians were sent space-bound inside a shuttle that contained everything that they would be needing for an estimated time of five months. However, something went wrong when the shuttle's autopilot went awol and sent the group hurtling through space further and further away from the planet they called home. Until, well, nothing. The signal from the spacecraft simply dropped off the radar, the group of Plumerians had vanished and nothing more was known of what happened to them.
---------The truth behind the disappearance was that they'd simply been sent hurtling into a wormhole, thrown through some sort of rift and ended up completely fine... Completely fine, by the means of having ended up on an inhabitable planet that held more secrets than one could have ever imagined. The group of Plumerians abandoned their downed shuttle and after some time had started a little colony on the mysterious planet that drifted in the middle of nothingness and seclusion. They weren't the first ones to have inhabited this world, as they soon found out upon discovering abandoned technologies far superior to those of their original home world. These technologies helped them progress and eventually they grew from a small settlement, into a colony before gradually becoming a nation that now had the ability to travel amongst the stars in ways that could've only been dreamed up in their original home planet's science-fiction.
---------Antares' space-bound ancestors were amongst the originals, and soon he was brought into the universe by his mother on the date equal to that of the Sixth of June. He lived as ordinary a life as a child could when surrounded by surreal technologies and endless possibilities. He was homeschooled by his mother, who had once worked in the education system before wanting to escape from the corruption that was happening within it. By the age of six, he was more adventurous and wanted to constantly tag along on whatever adventures his father went on... even if said adventures were simply his father going to work, or to collect groceries to support his small family. Antares never really had many friends, as it was kind of hard to make them when you lived on a militarised space-station that was strongly influenced by the concept of 'only the strongest survive'.
---------At the age of ten, he was sent into a military program that taught him basic self-defense and fighting methods that didn't involve projectile weaponry. He excelled greatly in this field of things and that was when his father's own lust for power turned him from "son" into "soldier". A few days shy of his fifteenth birthday, his father took him to the Intergalactic Federation's main headquarters and signed the release that ultimately changed Antares' life forever. No longer was he called by his birth name, nor did he have a home to return to. He became Task Force Soldier number Six-Six-Two, a weapon wielded by the powerful fist that was the Intergalactic federation. Genetically modified to be able to connect with a mech-suit that responded only to him, memories seen as weakness were erased and soon he became nothing more than a mindless drone that followed the orders barked at him by his commander. A sad and empty life of duty that was soon turned around for the better as he tasted the freedoms of the planet where his ancestors were born.

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Tʜᴇ Nᴇᴡ Bᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ
• I’ve come to a decision, I don’t want to be left wondering anymore. I don’t want to be left by myself, to my own devices, when there are others out there that can teach me more and show me more! This will still be my home, and I will return to it no matter what. But I want to see just what this world has to offer, what its people have to offer and just about anything else. So I bid you a farewell, for now, dear reader! My adventure has only just begun, and I intend to enjoy every last moment! The good, the bad and the ugly! With the Intergalactic Federation in the past, my life as a new man has begun and maybe I'll even make a name for myself in this world! I hope they don't see me as a threat, don't see me as a thing to poke and prod at for the sake of studies. I hope they like me, that they will take me under their wing and teach me what it is like to be a member of their society. Will I like it? Will I want to run back to the Federation with my tail between my legs? Maybe. But until then, I'll stay strong! And so, farewell... Or until we meet again!

[TipsyBearTender]

So this ended? Good luck guys!

[shatterhowl]

Good luck! ^^
Edit; It there any possibilities for an RU for this one?

[TipsyBearTender]

Good luck! ^^
Edit; It there any possibilities for an RU for this one?

That would be quite cool