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[Metallic Dragon]

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Bᴀsɪᴄs

Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ: Metallic Dragon

Nᴀᴍᴇ: Vitani

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Female

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Essᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ Mᴇ

Do you fear death? Does the darkness often threaten to overwhelm you as you make your way through the crowded walks of life? Or do you seek adventure? If death reached out to embrace you, would you shake his hand? Welcome him like an old friend, gone away for a while, who has returned once more to greet you?
Then enter my world young friend, come dance among thoughts of intrigue and converse with the very soul of childhood. Do not withdraw from the loving caress of innocence or fear imagination’s firm grip. Let it meld you and shape you, let it toss you and turn you, until you’ve become the person you dream you can be.
This place is not for the faint-hearted or the lazy in spirit. Here we push you, press you, fold you, rip and tear you. My friends will burn the very essence of who you are, make you fear for your existence. You will love and hate it here.
Here there are worlds upon worlds inside of a world reborn a thousand times. Here you can live your life to its fullest potential. Here you can fly, you can dream, you can be a God. Here your choices can change everything. Here your beliefs mold the nations, change the people, declare the law.
The only limit in this world is you. You alone can create… or destroy. This world is a world of adventure, sorrow, fear, intrigue, love, pain, joy, and peace. In this world alone you have all power. And yet this world alone can be the death of you. This world. My world. Your mind. Our adventure.
Vitani lives by this creed. She strongly believes that the mind is an expansive universe just waiting to be explored. At her current age though, the creed is little more than a simple poem:
‘Here in my world I can fly,
I am the queen and I rule everything,
I can do anything,
Anything I want in my mind.’
As she grows, her creed will eventually expand and change, but the message remains the same: “No one can restrict your imagination except you.”

Iɴ ᴀ Nᴜᴛsʜᴇʟʟ

Vitani is a bit of a dreamer, many say she’s got her head in the clouds. She often plays pretend, usually with the purpose of ‘writing’ stories so that one day she can grow up to be a famous author like J.K. Rowling or J.R.R Tolkien. She strongly believes that what she writes now will directly translate into a popular novel when she’s older.
This notion does, unfortunately, leave her open to bullying. She has very few friends, not because she isn’t friendly, but simply because her way of playing doesn’t make her very popular. At the age of 6, she is not tech savvy at all and doesn’t care for phones or tablets. Many of the other plumies her age at the very least play games on them, but not her. She would much rather charge headlong through the trees or plow through the mud, telling herself a great story filled with adventure.
She has a very strong sense of right and wrong, and is known to step up and tell the truth regardless of the consequences. She believes that everyone has at least some good inside and that the more you do what’s right, the more your goodness will grow until there is no more desire to do anything bad.
Full of courage, Vitani does not often back down until she gets her way. As frustrating as this trait can be to her parents, being strong-willed gives her a certain amount of power over her future that not many seem to have.
Unfortunately, she can also be quick to act without thinking and can often put herself in harm’s way, taking off without warning. She has disappeared numerous times throughout her short life, scaring the lights out of her parents and leading to a police-driven search twice already. After the second time of finding her happily playing in the woods beside the park, they’ve learned to look there first before calling the police.
Though she often comes across as extroverted due to her loud and excitable way of playing, she is actually an introvert and becomes overwhelmed quickly in the presence of those she is not familiar with. If she is placed in forced contact with others for too long she begins to shut down and becomes snappy and somewhat irritable. Often she will not sleep well after prolonged periods of stimulation, leading to night terrors and periods of inactivity where she will avoid all contact even with her close family.

Lᴇᴛ's ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴀɴ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ!

It was a dark and stormy night…
Once upon a time…
From the beginning of time…
........Ugh. Why is starting a novel so difficult? Vitani growled as she viciously scribbled over yet another cliché opening line. She had been sitting on the floor with a notebook and large pile of crayons for over an hour. By this time she was surrounded by crumpled pages covered in brightly colored scribbles, rejected beginnings for the book she knew she was born to write.
........Growing frustrated, she tossed the green crayon she’d been using back into the pile and rolled to her feet. “Maybe it would help if I actually had an idea of what to write about.” She tapped her chin absently before darting toward the front door. “I’ll be back later!” She called behind her, not particularly caring if anyone heard her, “I’m gonna go find an adventure!”

........Fifteen minutes later Vitani had crossed the street and stopped just outside of the small wooded area that embraced the park. As she stared into the trees, she grinned, “Everyone knew to stay away from the magical forest… of doom! So when the strange lady entered the town one day and said she was going there, everyone thought she was gonna die.”
........“She walked through town, ignoring the scaredy cats and big babies who told her not to go there. When she got to the first tree, she got worried for a minute. The forest was so dark and there were lots of scary noises inside… and eyes… in the bushes. Watching her.” Vitani walked into the trees, picking up a big stick and swinging it around for a moment.
........“Drawing her sword, the lady entered the forest. She couldn’t go back home now cuz everyone would make fun of her for being a wimpy wimp. Soon it was dark all around her and she didn’t know which way to go because she couldn’t even see anything. It was really scary. The noises were getting louder and when she looked behind her she could see a shadow following her. It even had glowy red eyes!”
........Swept up in her story, Tani kept moving, walking faster as she realized that the sun was beginning to set. She’d left the house later than she thought. “Maybe though the shadow wasn’t following her, so she tried going faster. When she did the shadow moved faster too and that made her really mad. If she could just get to the other side of the forest then the shadow couldn’t chase her anymore and she’d be safe.”
........“As she ran she looked really hard for her quest. She had to find a magic leaf that would make a potion to help save her daddy who was so so sick he was gonna die. But the leaf was rare like diamonds and smelled like cheese so it was hard to find, especially with the scary shadow following her.”
........“Suddenly the scary shadow howled at her and was like ‘Come back here!’ and she screamed cuz it was probably gonna kill her if it caught her. But then she had to be brave so she turned around to face the shadow with her sword. And it caught up fast and was really big and mean with big teeth and evil red eyes like the monster under my bed!”
........“She swung her sword and poked the mean shadow really hard so he started to cry. Then he was like, ‘That was really really mean! Why’d you poke me?’ And she frowned at him and was like, ‘Cuz you are gonna kill me so I can’t save my daddy!’ And the shadow got sad and pulled out the leaf and was like, ‘I found this for you, I don’t kill people cuz that’s wrong!’ And she was happy and went home and saved her daddy! The end!”
........With her story complete, Vitani finally stopped to look around. It had grown dark as she’d played and she knew she’d be in trouble for being out after dark. She turned and ran as fast as she could toward home, excited to write down her story. She knew this would be a good one!

Aʀᴛ
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●All artwork, writing, dividers, and coding
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[hypnowave]

ah, what a lovely child! ; v ;
i'm not entering, but just marking to see the winner.
good luck to all entrants!

[kiowa.]

mark ;v;

[Jasmine_Cipher]

Marking

[koegami]

drop out i just dont have any ideas and i just won my third bby so i'm good c:

[saka.]

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January 4th, 2016 - Log 1.
"Hello, falcon. We're going to be the best of friends for quite
a while. We're trapped in this building called school because
of an rampagefor knowledge going around... Since we're going
to be stuck for a while, I might as well let you get to know me!

Anyway, my name is Hikaru, it's apparently a japanese name
that means "to shine". I like it, it's pretty unique I suppose.
I'm also a male, or boy, whichever you call it. I like to write,
as you can tell by this diary. I hope I can go on living even after
my time.."
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Personality;;
Hikaru is a happy-go-lucky type of character and is quite bubbly and playful, always tending to thoroughly express it through his endless enthusiasm towards the world around him. When he speaks, he tends to give little to no thought, not thinking before he speaks, which tends to result in him saying a ton of random and pointless stuff. He is very talkative, but while talking he will switch from topic to topic which leads to a messy and uncoordinated conversation. His personality changes according to his mood and the attitude of the people around him. Despite his playfulness, Hikaru does have a serious side that is present when in serious conflict, conversations, and so on. He also tends to grow fond of people fairly quickly and is typically very clingy, wanting to talk every second he can with those he cares about. Despite this, he does indeed know his limits and takes into consideration of a person's personal space, time management, and so on.

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xxJanuary 5th, 2016 - Log 1xx"Hello again, falcon. School has been boring as usual, but now I'm at home.
xxI suppose since I'll have this notebook for quite a while, you might as well get to know
xxhow I feel about my family! Let's go."

xxMichael, my Father;;

"I absolutely love my dad! He's my hero and even my role model. I want
to impress him so I pretend to be strong even in those bad times for the family. I want
to follow after him, be like my father and succeed tremendously! But sometimes I feel
like my rather energetic personality annoys him, so I get self conscious.."
has as much strength as him even in the worst of times. Michael is simply his role model,
he wants to follow after him. Although due to Michael's sternness, Hikaru will believe he
is being too cheerful and may get a little self conscious about it."

xxThylacine, my other Father;;

"I don't really know much about Thy, although I do secretly sneak into his room to see
what things he's been making with that clay stuff! I can easily say I absolutely adore
his creativity, and I really look up to him for art inspiration when I have my pencil,
Dory, to the paper."

xxGlowstick, my sister;;

"Glowstick is always out in the sea! I love to hear the stories she has to tell after
she returns though. Otherwise I can't really say much else about her, she's really
nice though when she does talk to me."

xxAsiya, my previous baby sitter and best friend;;

"Asiya was my baby sitter when I was younger, and honestly I have to say, she's
absolutely amazing! I love how kind she is and she's really helpful. She's my best friend now,
and I try to talk to her everyday so she knows I still care and that i'm there for her."

xx"So, now that you know the fam, there is actually one more little... thing I would like to
xxintroduce you to."

xxMy beloved pencil, Dory;;

"Dory is a pencil that I Asiya gave me at school when we first met, but she accidentally
dropped it and I had to chase it. I loved it's absolutely gorgeous colors and really, really wanted it.
I use that pencil for all of my writing now, even this. And if Dory is close to not being able to be
sharpened, I will rebuild it from the remaining would so Dory can have another life. I've had her
since I was 5, where Asiya gave her to me as a prize for talking to her at career day as her career
as a pediatrician. She also baby sat me when I was younger as well."

xxHow I got Dory;;

"Well, I think I was about 5 at the time. It was career day at my school and you know how
that comes. People of certain careers coming in, sometimes even the parents of others. You know,
typical stuff. I saw the pediatrician, Asiya, and talked to her for a while in a group with a couple
of other plumies. We started to walk away, but she specifically called me back there and told me
to take a pencil she was holding out. The pencil was white and had a little rainbow circuit pattern
all over it and a neon green eraser. I was absolutely fascinated, but as I reached out for it, she
dropped it - wip

[Midnight Tails]

username Midnight Tails
name Delilah Ramsey
gender Female
personality
Shy - Mischievous - Sincere - Benevolent - Naive - Defensive - Flippant - Apathetic
Delilah is shy; truly this is only to get attention, she adores her parents, but their attention alone somehow is not enough, perhaps this is because one of her parents is semi-famous with his band. Suprisingly cheeky, and loves making ambiguous statements, these traits combined makes it hard on her to make friends, but if she has known you long enough to trust you she's sincere to a fault and will try to be as benevolent as she can around those she likes.
Her naivety knows no bounds; being rather sheltered by her parents she didn't get much of a chance yet to understand social ques and get that some things should be left alone. If pressured for any reason, whether being scolded to even asking what she'd like to do, she becomes snappy and defensive for no reason that actually makes sense. Others have said she might have picked up on that from her father Michael when he's been defensive around family, though she's defensive for entirely different reasons to him.
Three of her little quirks are that if she eats right before bedtime she sleepwalks; has a habit of persevering on whatever she's currently focused on until it exhausts her to the point she falls asleep, and when frightened her voice becomes monotone and she takes everything in a frigid manner.
Empathy does not come naturally, it more or less confuses Delilah, even with those she cares about, she struggles with understanding their emotions, and why they do what they do, which causes many to end up disliking her even after getting close to her due to her being unable to understand. She'll listen yes, but it's only in vain, as eventually they realise she's grasping at straws.
Despite that however, she has bonded very well with her parents over the years; her dad Michael raising her quite in tune with music, and as such she has a long playlist from various genres and even knows how to play the drums and piano, they can talk for hours about some lyrics in music and what they think they mean, and is one of the few ways you can tell they are close, as otherwise their personalities don't let them interact much.
As for her other father, since he's busy she also doesn't get to interact all that close too often, except for in the summer when she plays her piano for him, to help his creativity flow for his sculpting hobby. Whether or not this actually helps him or not she doesn't know, she's been doing this for as long as she can remember, and is afraid to ask if it actually is a nuisance or not, since it's a time that she really enjoys.
2 extras (writing) 700 words limit for each extra
What is my passion? She has a passion for pastry/decorative food/art and dreams of owning her own cafe or patisserie she loves to feature honey and chocolate in her recipes/designs
art (up to 5 pieces) each piece not done counts as 100 words extra again

[casiopea]

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username;; tomatoes
name;; Teklas Manhattan Kirkland,
nicknames;; Tek, Tekky, Manny
gender;; male
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personality;; Teklas loves to be a jokester. He tells lots of puns and tries to be very funny most of the time, trying to make people laugh until they can't breathe. Other than being a punster, his jokes don't necessarily have to be told. He plays jokes on other people too, which always gives him a good laugh. Tek has a charming way of speaking so that he appears to be kind, innocent, and playful. He is too, most of the time, but he can be dark. If Tek doesn't get his way more than one time he will snap and burst angrily, often with yelling, kicking, and screaming. He never does show his true emotions, he just uses this to cover up all the real emotions he has, in fear of being laughed at if he shows his true self.

"Call me what you want, but I'm still me."
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relationships;;

@everyone;; Tek is usually the cheeky jokester around everyone he doesn't know.
He tries to act smart, as if he knows exactly what he's doing and how to do it. Half of the time, he's
just really nervous on the inside but covers it up with puns or with some sarcasm.

@michael - father;; Tek doesn't talk a lot with is father, actually. He tries to distance himself away from him
a bit, kind-of scared of him. Very rarely Tek will start a short conversation between him and his dad, but since he feels
awkward around him, he won't tell any jokes and there will be random places in the conversation left blank.

@thylacine - father;; Tek and his father Ty do get along well. Tek learned how to sculpt vases and mugs from him, and in return, he gives his father some funny puns to make him laugh. Tek really does love Ty, and he tries his best to be like him. He watches his father in everything he does, and tries to copy him.

@glowstick - sister;; Tek really does love his sister. He thinks she's the rad-est thing ever to exist. Tek and his sister don't hang out often, but when they do, they make the best of it.

@ felicia -makoatl - friend;; Tek thinks Felicia is wonderful at painting. Time and time again he has begged her to show him how, and every time she tries, Tek always wanders off. The two friends enjoy walks on the beach and hunting for hermit crabs in the sand. They're good friends, but sometimes they might both wanna go different ways, and that's where the arguing begins. Although they do get over it and do both things, they still have some weird tension between themselves, as if they're constantly fighting for the attention; the spotlight.

king of the playground;;

"Come on, look, the king is back!"
Cheers and whoops were heard as Tek entered the playground, the favorite meeting place of many young plumerians. He strutted forward, wearing a gold painted cardboard crown on his head and a dark blue cape, smirking at various plumies. He made his way up to the top of the slide, the highest point in the playground, and said, "I, the king, make this day the day that others may compete to obtain one of the highest ranks on the playground, the knight."

A silence broke out before whoops and cheers were heard again. Tek smiled, adjusted his crown, and slid down the slide. As he stood up, he was handed a thick tree branch with a plastic red gem taped at the end. He held it in his paws, then set it down. "In order to win this rank, you're going to have to tell me the funniest pun you know, and if I laugh, then you become a knight."

As Tek surveyed his surroundings, he saw many snickering plumies, along with tidbits of whispers. "Heh, sounds easy." "I'll totally become a knight!" "What? Are you kidding?" Tek smirked and narrowed his eyes. "As you can see," he said, his gaze critical. "It's not easy to make me laugh. Do not underestimate me. You'll see soon enough."

He walked over to the high rock, stick in his paw, and sat, waiting. "Who'd like to go first?" he asked, with a bit of a sneer in his tone. Silence. "I said..." he began again, only to be cut off by a small voice. "I'd like to go first." Tek looked down and saw a small plumie with big eyes look up at him. "Okay," he muttered. "Gimme what ya got."

The plumie began. "I'm Hungary! So you know, I'll be Russian to the kitchen and I'll go Czech the fridge. There's some Turkey in there, but its covered in a layer of Greece. There's Norway I'd eat that! So I went for the Canada Chile. 'Hey!' my brother said. 'That's my Chile!' So I answered him back with 'Denmark your name on it!' So I guess my story here is Finnished."

There was a long silence as Tek sat there, shocked. Then a grin appeared on his face. A snicker, then Tek broke out laughing. "oh wow! How very punny! I now name you as...what's your name, little one?" The plumie looked up at Tek with big eyes again and said, "Roderick." Tek smiled and raised his voice. "I now name you as Sir Roderick."

Cheering and clapping followed as a sign of approval from the audience. Tek had made a friend. "Sir Roderick, eh? Well I think you're one of the punniest kids out there. Go on and make more puns."