The Land of Syegaria {Closed}

[TheSilverfeather]

Bumpers...

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Bumpers...

[TheSilverfeather]

Thank you :3

The first Serenche adoption will end in two days!

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Male Serenche Pup...I fail at shading...

[snowflake139]

Name of Serenche: Deadly Facade
Personality:
Deadly Facade is a charmer on the outside. He has outstanding manners and knows just how to flatter others in order to get close to them. He doesn't get angry very easily; he is extremely calm. For example, what might annoy others just amuses him. It also amuses him when others try to scare him; he doesn't have a perturbed mind. He does not think much of other Seranche, especially females, since he was raised to think he was better. For females, he has observed that they're more emotional, and he thinks of having emotions as a weakness. However, of course he has been trained to hide these beliefs! In fact, he appears very modest and unassuming to most. To sum up his personality, he is basically a smooth talker. Until he meets her... *dramatic music*

History:
I was born to a regular, happy, average family, and was dubbed the simple name Storm because of the lightning bolt on my flank. I remember hating the name; I wanted something unique, something absolutely unforgettable, just like my markings and my tail. I remember that I had siblings. None of them had as flashy markings as me, or a bobtail. They were also annoying little pups, and I was the only mature one. Of course I felt myself above them. I remember a loving mother, and a father who was never there. I remember distancing myself from everyone in my family; they weren't worth it. Except my mother. Oh, how I loved my mother! She was the one who was always there. She was the one who taught me how to hunt before she taught any of the other pups; I had shown a precocious interest in hunting, and seemed to have just the right instincts for ti. My father taught me nothing, except for the fact that he wasn't strong enough to support his family; he was a coward, always leaving for days on end, trying to escape reality. My mother could've done better. My last memory of my family is showing off my hunting skills in front of my mother and siblings, who were jealous of me, as they should've been. I recall catching a particularly large *insert what they eat here*, and making my mother proud. So proud that her eyes teared. I think that's the last time I ever saw them, but I can't be sure, as my memory suddenly blurs and goes black around that time.

The next thing I knew, I awoke in a small gray room, tied to a post. I tried untying myself from the post to no avail; the knot was too strong. Such a crude way to capture someone! I wondered who could be behind this. Suddenly, an elderly but deadly-looking Seranche accompanied by two other younger, muscular ones entered the room I had no idea where they had come from; they had just appeared. I snarled at first, but checked myself, and calmed down, putting on a face of politeness. Fighting would do me no good here.

"He already has the right instincts; he knows when to keep his anger and fear in check," remarked the elderly one, amused. Was this some sort of game to him?! The smaller of the two younger ones just snorted, hatred in his eyes.

"I know not of the fear you speak of," I responded calmly.

"He speaks!" exclaimed the smaller one, clearly affronted. The elderly one just stood there, looking more and more entertained each second. That made me more and more angry each second, for some reason.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked, trying to keep my anger in check.

The elderly one nodded at the larger of the two younger ones, and the latter stepped forward.

"You have been chosen out of a select few to fight for and support our cause.

"What is this cause you speak of?"

"He is getting there! Your arrogance will not do you will," the smallest one growled. The elderly one threw a warning glance at him.

"We are a group of assassins, focused on weeding out the bad in our society," he continued. "You have been selected, as mentioned before, to become one of us, if you choose."

"And what if I'm not interested in taking the law into my own hands?" I retorted. However, I was a little intrigued by their offer...

"Then we shall have to kill you, since you know of our secret," he responded calmly, as if that would be no big deal. "Nevertheless, you have been chosen because we have studied your personality from afar, and we believe that you would be a Seranche that would be willing to join our group."

"Might I add we are not usually wrong," stated the elderly one.

"What choice do I have?" I questioned. "I guess it does not matter whether you are right or wrong in your assessment of me; I will join for at least self-preservation." The elder nodded, pleased, and left the room. And so my training as an assassin began. I was never taught by the same Seranche. You might think that it's a bad idea, being taught by so many different Seranche, but it was actually highly beneficial to learn from different teachers and see unique styles of thinking. That period of education was actually highly enjoyable, but on reflection, they not only taught me the skills I needed, but also to harden my heart against others and feel no compassion. Both their goals, not hidden and hidden, were accomplished by graduation. I was devoid of almost all feelings; respect was one of the few that remained. Upon graduation, I received a new name as well, that only my fellow assassins would know, so I knew who was on my side. They called me "Deadly Facade." My old name was not shed, however; it was my disguise.

I established territory near one of the headquarters, so they could reach me easily. I was just a normal Seranche to my neighbors and supposed friends. None of them ever knew what I was. But what about when I had to kill one of them? I never had to move, or kill one of them, as my assignments were always far away from where I had settled. I explained my long absences as "business trips." I'm sure my neighbors wondered what I did.

And so I continued living like that for a while, killing with a smile on my face, rising quickly through the ranks. I thought nothing of it, until I met her... She was beautiful, the most stunning Seranche I had ever laid my eyes on. She was the only female I had ever respected at all, other than my mother. She awakened feelings in me that I had forgotten I still had; the training only swept those feelings into the closet in my mind. It had not abolished them completely. But she hated me. Hated me with a passion. She saw through my facade to my arrogance. She tried to stay away from me; perhaps she sensed the danger of becoming close to me. But I doubted that; I had such a good disguise. So I iworked on improving my attitude, becoming kinder to others. I realized how nice it was to be nice. Now my arrogance was the facade that I showed in front of the assassins. Eventually, she succumbed to my charms of course. We became mates. I forgot about who I was for a while; assignments had for some reason stopped trickling in. And then disaster struck. I was ordered to kill her, for no good reason at all. They told me it would be easy to do it, as she trusted me, had no idea of what I really was. So they knew. They always knew. And now this was a test of my loyalty. I don't know what to do. I'm questioning everything I had believed in before. Which I had believed in without a question. She had changed me. For the better. And I knew that. What repayment would it be to kill her? But what would happen if I didn't...? A couple months ago, I would've done it without any hesitation at all. But now...

(Yeah it's done for now. A cliffhanger! :O I'll finish it if I win him, and also add more detail to his training and whatever. xD)
Which Cage?: 1
Other:
This story came into my mind the moment I saw him; it's not often that happens. Most of the time I have to fish for a good storyline, but this time...
It probably helps that he's absolutely gorgeous. <33

[TheSilverfeather]

Male Serenche Pup...I fail at shading...

Aw, thank you :3 Didn't expect anyone to draw lines yet ^^'
But if it's fine with you, maybe I can ask you later if you want to be a artist/mod?

Name of Serenche: Deadly Facade
Personality:
Deadly Facade is a charmer on the outside. He has outstanding manners and knows just how to flatter others in order to get close to them. He doesn't get angry very easily; he is extremely calm. For example, what might annoy others just amuses him. It also amuses him when others try to scare him; he doesn't have a perturbed mind. He does not think much of other Seranche, especially females, since he was raised to think he was better. For females, he has observed that they're more emotional, and he thinks of having emotions as a weakness. However, of course he has been trained to hide these beliefs! In fact, he appears very modest and unassuming to most. To sum up his personality, he is basically a smooth talker. *Might add more later*
History:
I was born to a regular, happy, average family, and was dubbed the simple name Storm because of the lightning bolt on my flank. I remember hating the name; I wanted something unique, something absolutely unforgettable, just like my markings and my tail. I remember that I had siblings. None of them had as flashy markings as me, or a bobtail. They were also annoying little pups, and I was the only mature one. Of course I felt myself above them. I remember a loving mother, and a father who was never there. I remember distancing myself from everyone in my family; they weren't worth it. Except my mother. Oh, how I loved my mother! She was the one who was always there. She was the one who taught me how to hunt before she taught any of the other pups; I had shown a precocious interest in hunting, and seemed to have just the right instincts for ti. My father taught me nothing, except for the fact that he wasn't strong enough to support his family; he was a coward, always leaving for days on end, trying to escape reality. My mother could've done better. My last memory of my family is showing off my hunting skills in front of my mother and siblings, who were jealous of me, as they should've been. I recall catching a particularly large *insert what they eat here*, and making my mother proud. So proud that her eyes teared. I think that's the last time I ever saw them, but I can't be sure, as my memory suddenly blurs and goes black around that time.

The next thing I knew, I awoke in a small gray room. I was tied to a post.
WIP
Which Cage?: 1
Other:
This story came into my mind the moment I saw him; it's not often that happens. Most of the time I have to fish for a good storyline, but this time...
It probably helps that he's absolutely gorgeous. <33

Greatness! :3 Love it when people like the designs I make ^^ Not way too happy with the 1 one though... I will work harder with the next designs, promise

[Κέρβερος]

Ooh, Sure! Sounds great to me! X3

[IzzyBee]

I wanna poke the thread..*Poke poke*

Okay so i'll definitely look into adopting, as well as Darkeh..Hehehe

[TheSilverfeather]

Yay ^^
Bump ;3

[snowflake139]

When will forms be judged today? Mine's not done yet, obviously, but I'm pretty sure I can get it finished pretty soon. ^^

Edit: Finished! For now. xD I hope you like his story; I, for once (I usually hate coming up with stories for characters xD), actually had a really fun time writing it. ^^