[koifishkat]

username;
name;
gender;
personality: //under 250 words//
item;; may be drawn. may be written. may not be both.
-if drawn, no animations, no commissions. if written; under 500 words covering anything to do with the item.
friend and how they met; may be drawn, may be written. may not be both.
-if drawn, no animations, no commissions, and must be under ten panels if comic. if written, under 1000 words.

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[ZC.]

username;
Radiant Phoenix





name;
Morrin Menta O'Malley




gender;
DFAB Agender - He/His or They/Them pronouns.



personality:
Morrin could be seen as simply a rude child by some, rarely being courteous and often taking risks because of their unreliable sense of self control. However, he is usually ambitious and curious, despite his tendency to miss the obvious. He doesn't often trust people, but he will usually be honest with them unless it is a pressing matter that he hides something. He's not very good at socializing with others, preferring to stay on his own with logic and his own thoughts rather than the unpredictability of others.





item;

Art by me
i jUST REALISED I FORGOT THE FEARTHERS OH WLEL




friend and how they met;
Morrin and Riley met in grade school in their science class. The two Plumerians didn't talk much at first, but as fate would have it, they eventually had a group project together. The subject of the assignment was ecosystems - the class had a total of four groups, and each was assigned a different habitat that they had to draw and write information on - One group had a forest, the next had a desert, one had a tundra, and the next had oceans.
When Riley was assigned to the Ocean group, you could practically see his eyes light up. There were a couple other students assigned to the same group, but they were mostly those kids - you know, the ones that contribute nothing to the group but take all the credit regardless. The kids exchanged quick greetings and their names, and started on the assignment.
The assignment progressed quickly, rather unexpectedly. It was, of course, mostly Riley and Morrin doing the work, the other kids mostly goofing off or taking naps. Their assignment was the first to be turned in, contrary to what Morrin thought would happen [as their thoughts were mostly paranoid ramblings about how the paper would get lost or something, and they'd have to restart]. As such, the Plumerians had some free time to talk, and quickly became friends. Riley was, (and still is,) in fact, one of the few others that Morrin can talk to for extended periods of time without being completely bored with everything.

[PleaserOfCrowds]

Username: Mettaton's legs

Name: Felicity "Club" Chauncey

Gender:Female

Personality:She's a happy-go-lucky plumie, with more emphasis on the "lucky" part as she usually for some strange reason, as she usually wins luck-based games, or she ends up guessing on a quiz question correctly. She likes to be very optimistic and open to other plumies. She does know her large amount of luck, thanks to eavesdropping on some conversations of her, of how she "rigs" a game, but she truly can't really help it, so she tries to lighten up other's days, by encouraging them and being kind, plus with the intention of giving her luck to them, since she only wants to use it for good. She prefers to not tell anyone that her luck has no meaning to her, that she only wants others to be happy. As of now, she's participating in community activities, with a heart of gold...

Item:Her item is a headband made out of clovers,twigs and a club-shaped charm, not four-leaf clovers, but your regular 3-Leaf ones. She had gotten it when she was a lot younger, when she tried to make one, but to no avail, as she only knew about that things had come naturally come to her(Which would be later known to be her luck). She eventually became frustrated and impatient, trying over and over again, yet never getting past the first step. Eventually, a older plumie saw her struggling on the steps, and decided to help her, which they were able to quickly able teach her how to make it, and her eyes widened when she saw that they had made it for her, which she didn't realize that luck can't get you everywhere at the time, but she wore the headband until the end of that summer, when she finally realized that things don't always come naturally, she decided to try and help others. She still wear the headband to this day, even though the clovers have dried out a long time ago.

Friend and how they met: WIP

[canary.]

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• Doctor. Hurri • Georgia Shamantha McClove (Dia/Clovey/Sham) • Female •

Georgia is a very, very happy-go-lucky plumerian, and absolutely loves
to play tricks on people, but she can never get away with her tricks if it involves
something shiny. She takes her size to her advantage, and causes mischief, and
when some mistake her as a leprechaun, she gives the finder a bowl of the cereal Lucky
Charms. She can be nice once you get to know her, but even though she may seem
not the brightest, she is very smart, and knows the right from wrong, but she is a
risk-taker, or even a rebel if you may, and if she gets caught, she will surprisingly
have a good excuse. She doesn't exactly say sorry and isn't very reliable, unless you
too, like to watch people cough up a hairball that was in someone's drink every once
and a while. She can be very loving and caring for the ones close to her and tries to
show them in any way possible. Although she is a nice trickster, don't get on her bad
side, she learnt some fowl words from Kioki. If you are rude to her in any way, you'll
be her pranking target, and she won't stop until she decides to.


Georgia's item, is well.... A 'Magical Mushroom' as she calls it. It is very,
very small and is normally attached to a chain bracelet, and she never goes
anywhere without it, as she says it brings 'magical luck' when she least expects
it. She also says that on St. Patrick's Day whenever she goes to a field, she puts
her charm on the ground and a Leprechaun will appear in a short time. The
little mushroom has three following colours; A magenta for the cap with a three
white spots, and a nice shamrock green for the stem, and a tad of glitter
She made it with the help of Kioki, made the clay from scratch, and that's
why she believes why it's so special, she really loves it and would never
be able to forgive herself if she ever lost it. It is very dear to her, and is
definitely something she will want to keep forever, even if it gets cracked
or broken or its not in a mushroom shape anymore.


Dia will never forget the day she met Kioki. Back then,
Georgia was left all alone on a cold day, sitting on a bench. She had no where to
go, no where to stay, at the time she was homeless without any hope or faith that
something even a little bit nice would happen to her. Everyday her stomach would
growl loud and clear, each day she also ate less and less. She could do nothing about
it though, no one really liked her anyway. Little did she know someone felt bad for
her. She slowly closed her eyes, wishing that her life was just a dream, but suddenly,
her eyes flashed open. She felt a tap on her shoulder, and was confused. She looked
up and saw a Plumerian with a nice, warm yellow kind of fur, and the greenest
eyes she never had seen before. The other Plumerian started to stutter a bit,
looking a bit nervous, yet he finally spoke. "A-are you here all alone?" He asked
the little green plumie. "Um, yes..." Dia answered, and started to look down,
oh how she hated to make others feel bad just for her. "Well... You can come
with me if you're all alone," He smiled, "I'm Kioki." Georgia shot her head up.
She could not believe the words he just had said. "Really?! I'm Georgia Shamantha
McClove but you can call me Dia, Sham or Clovey if you want. I've been in this
town FOREVER and now someone finally takes me in!! Wow! What is this feeling,
I feel so glad! I've never felt anything like it!" Dia rushed through her words, still
couldn't believe it. Kioki smiled a little bigger, "You can tell me all about it
later, c'mon." Georgia nodded, and started to follow Kioki and told him all about
her past, but she couldn't stop wondering what would happen in her life next.


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[qhosti]

username; Sparkyy
name; Trif
gender; Agender
personality: Trif is a very exited and out going person. They love how joke around and annoy people, well their friends not just random strangers. They steal their friends stuff as a joke but ALWAYS give it back. She is only like this around her friends though - with strangers or family they are very shy are barley speak, to be honest the most they'd say is 'hi' if you're lucky.
item;; wip
friend and how they met; sip

[RedFur1322]

username; RedFur1322

name; Snappy Shamrock deluxe

gender; Male

personality:
Quite the happy little dude, Snappy nas a tendency to rush things and will often use the same name-based excuse, "They told me to make it snappy". He is very earnest, genuine, and kindhearted, and though he may attepmt to make things better, most of the time he just makes things worse. He comes from a very sincere place but isn't very lucky, and is always having bad things happen to him, which often wards others off and leaving him with only a few friends. He is very accepting and would always give his friends the benefit of the doubt, yet he sometimes gets so caught up in other people he forgets to take care of himself. However he always manages to get the job done and is very reliable, one way or the other.
Quite like a black cat or a plague, people often avoid him because they know of the things that happen to him. Though it is simply fate, poor Snappy has been fairly rejected by a lot of people by the rumors spread around of his bad luck. He is always optimistic and doesn't let it pull him down, but he is often dissapointed when others wont talk to him.

item;;
Snappy always carries around his little fanny pack, a useful tool to help him carry important stuff. Since his bad luck is always getting him into trouble, he finds it useful to carry around his lil' fanny to get him out of whatever situation he is in, using the items inside. Though he has no particular preference for what items he carries and it really depends on the day, there is never a day where he isn't without his Fanny pack. He could care less for the items inside as long as that soft piece of leather is at his waist, ready to use whenever Snappy sees fit.

Snappy does have a bit of an obsession with his fanny and it has only turned him more dependent on it, which often leads to him freaking out and breaking down if he can't locate it. He sleeps with it in his arms at night, gets ready with it in the morning, and eats with it, sometimes even scooping food into its opening which he then has to clean up. But nothing can compare to his little Fannym which he treats like a little brother.

The Fanny pack and him "met" at a local dollar store, during a sale for saint patricks day. Just a small baby at the time, his mother wanted to buy him a cute little teddy. As she walked down the isle, Snappy happened to grab the pack thinking it was a blanket and didn't let go, despite his mothers depserate attempts to pry him off. She eventually submitted to his need for the fanny and bought it for him, reluctantly letting him sit with it at dinner and sleep with it. He never let it go, and took it with him everywhere, like he still does today.


Friend;
One of Snappys best friends is the spy Laverre. Though he is surprised he even met her, especially with her sly demeanor, she is always there for him, and tends to get him out of his "situations", moving him out of the way if something is about to fall on him, the normal stuff. She tends to be the "silent type" around him, but when they are alone she wont hesitate to tickle him and baby him. She melts when she is around him, and Snappy enjoys her company as well. But they weren't always like this, and sadly they still have plenty ups and down. Snappy often feels strange when Laverre stays silent as it makes him feel like he did something wrong, and he often just stares at her, waiting for her to respond. He craves her attention and can be a bit whiny when she doesn't do something for him, but she always delivers and the very next day the bond is even stronger.

[Kydashing]

~I have made gift art for the one that wins this babe~

[my sweet piano]

username; starmercy
name; bartley 'thistle-whistle' artria
gender; male
personality; bartley is an innocent-looking, graceful plumerian. he often gets people wrapped around his paw with his sweet tactics and adorable exterior, with the flowers of purple and green decorating his head. he has his beauty, but has his pricks- similar to a thistle. once he has you wrapped up, it's all about manipulating you- he'll get to your house, and makes himself get what he wants, since he's such a 'sweet' little plumie. if he doesn't get his way, he takes it, often through stealing. he might even have you fetch or steal things for himself. he's a true trickster. on the flipside, if you see through his innocent, fragile act and somehow get him to appreciate you, he's a funny plumerian with a huge ego and the biggest sense of humor. he could find a joke in anything. bartley is very ironic, thus calling himself 'thistle-whistle'. his teeth have a slight gap, making him slightly sound like he is whistling, which is why he gives himself a nickname. he will often give you his 'fairly taken possessions' if he feels like he should, and will keep and tell secrets, as long as you swear on your life. to wrap it all up, he's a manipulating, stealing plumie with a sense of humor.

item;; bartley sports an almost headdress-like crown of thistles and clovers. the base is leather, and is almost like a pilot's cap type of thing without the goggles. then, he had put clovers all over the two strap things covering his cheeks, and then, to shield his head from touches or pats, he has the rest of the hat, which covers his head, covered in thistles. nobody is sure why he wears it though, but it is probably just him being ironic- again.

friend and how they met; it was a grey march morning. the sky lacked color and the grass was browned to dullness. the sun hid behind greyscale trees. he had been tending towards the bush of thistles, despite seeing them as weeds- he felt he shared something with them. greyscale plumerians walked by, yet bartley still pretended to shine. a green, soft glow that would become menacing to anyone who dared to get too close. he was watching the same dull colors go by- occasionally fake colors, like he had decorated his exterior with, but he didn't expect a true, bright one to go by, leaving flashes in his eyes. they glanced to him and murmured something to their father. their father had the same fake glow that bartley sported- the one in the company of the glowing plumie seemed gloomy inside. but the bright one pranced up through his brownish lawn and joined him on the porch. he started to say something, but then the plumie's tail brushed him and he stopped. he looked at the radiating light of the plumerian. they never said anything, they just sat next to him and watched their father pad off nervously. they turned to him and gave them a glowing, pearly white smile. it somehow seemed brighter than the rest of them. bartley thought a second, scowling, but then finished his thought and looked away a second, something in his eyes that showed fake happiness- then gave them a grin, showing his awkward teeth. he concluded the thought as right. he was almost joyful.
-- he thought he had found a true friend. and he was right.

[*Shiveren*]

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personality
Cassiopeia, or Cassie as she likes to be called, is a very energetic young girl. She seems to have a never-ending candy supply to keep her on full-time sugar rush. Many people worry about this unhealthy addiction of hers, however she is oblivious to the distaste of others. In fact, she is so closed-minded that she cannot fathom the idea of caring about someone other than herself. The idea of "friends" is an all but unknown to her. As she matures, she had begun to develop a taste for other strange foods, such as fish eggs and seaweed. She is a very strange child, constantly creeping out of the house at night to explore the park. "The Yard" as she likes to call the bare stretch of land near her house, is riddled with piles of dirt where she buried her treasures. She worries constantly about other Plumerians taking her possessions. It takes a very long time for her to trust anyone. She refuses to do any team sports, feeling confident in her abilities. Nobody knows where she came from, as her parents remain unknown. She was found in "The Yard" one day, alone. Many believe that Cassie has some fort of mental issues, a belief strongly persuaded by her refusal to grow. No one knows what she will do with her life. I guess we will have to find out.
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item
Cassie's most prized possession is her old purple sock. When the townspeople found her in the bare valley, she was sporting this sock, at the time a bold purple colour, on her left ear. This added to their opinion of her, deeming her as a strange, demented child. Many late-night whispers have been about her purple sock as they try and figure out the connection of it's existence and Cassie's past. A theory has been created by the townsfolk. Due to the purple colour of the sock, they believe that Cassie may, in fact be royalty. The colour purple has been used to announce royalty and wealth for centuries. The fact that she was found with it on her head like a crown also adds to the speculations. Even though many theories have been floating around, no one actually knows the history of the child. She has a very short term memory, so she is no use in the quest for her past. All she remembered was her name on that fateful day.


Cassie has a strange relationship with the sock. She often can be seen talking to it as if it could answer her. She may laugh at an unheard joke or get upset at a silent comment. Even though many find her crazy, there may be more to these strange conversations that just plain dementia. No one is allowed to ever touch it, unless you would like to invoke an incredible tantrum. It has always been something forbidden, locked away or hidden in the earth at "The Yard." Her sock is the only connection she has to the unknown void of her existence.
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how she met Phoenix
As you have read from the earlier paragraphs, friendship is an unknown section of her life. People mean less than nothing to her. Except for Phoenix. Phoenix is the only one who Cassie really, genuinely cares about. They can often be seen dodging dirt piles or jumping in leaves, laughing all the while. She is Cassie's best friend. Well, actually she is her only friend so she would take the title no matter what. Phoenix seems to connect to the strange girl, communicating normally and playing like any normal Plumerian. When Cassie is with Phoenix, she is almost normal. Almost. If it wasn't for the sock or exaggerated emotions, she would seem like any other kid playing with her friend. All she wishes is to be treated like any other 12 year old, not cast away by fear and solitude. Phoenix manages to bring Cassie closer to society, dissolving the differences she possesses.

Phoenix and Cassie met one fateful Autumn day in early October. The exact date is unknown, but the memories are still crisp in Cassie's mind, even with her bad memory. She was digging a hole to hide her rubber duck when she smelt something strange. It smelt deliciously sweet. Sticking her head out of the deep hole, she just had time to flinch before another Plumerian came tumbling into the hole after her. She let out a screech. Diving from the hole, she raced into the woods to hide. Those brief seconds were more contact than she had in days. After a couple minutes, a soft voice drifted through the air. Safe in her hidden cove, Cassie studied the oncoming Plumerian. She was beautiful, she smelt good, and she sounded nice. Cassie decided to go ahead and come out of hiding. With one swift movement, she pulled her body from the cove and faced the outsider. She couldn't help but smile. After exchanging apologetic words, one thing was clear to Cassie. She felt safe. She felt okay. This was going to be okay.

[jaques]

username;; ymir

name;; sean vert matin

gender;; male

personality:; sean is quite the smooth talker for a man quite his size. from age ten to his twenty-one years now he's always been an entertainer and one who is a hopeless romantic. never opposed to a good time, you'd better be ready for a wild ride when you enter this plumerian's life. He's loud, he's annoying, but always a great friend in the end- even if he can be a bit...bouncy at the wrong times or even be a bit slow.

item;; seanie boy's special favourite item would have to be the shark tooth necklace he's worn since he was a young child- given to him by his father back in scotland. his father always bragged how he took down a great white and stole the tooth right out of the beast's mouth. sean knows that it's a generic store-bought accessory, but he loves it all the same; as if it keeps the memory of his father alive and well in his heart.

friend and how they met;; long ago, when there were not that many people standing by sean's side, one kid in his seventh grade class stayed from the classroom's crowd and came to stand next to him. the girl was tall and had hair the colour of fire and eyes of gold. She called herself tori. that day Sean had woken up to the tragedy of his father's death and was none to well. even he, who makes everyone laugh but everyone ignores otherwise, was not up to his normal routine. today he was quiet...sullen even. but no one noticed....all but one person.

"hey, my nabbed tori...are you alright? you're not usually like this." said the girl.
sean replied. "i'm fine."

tori saw through his lies, but offered a cheerful smile. "whatever you're going though, I hope things get better...I don't know weekdays going on but...it's the right that counts, right?"

The fraze hit him hard- it had been significant in his life, one he and his patents often used. 'its not much, but it's the thought that counts' amongst other sentences used. a small smile crossed the boys gave as he looked up.

"thanks. i'm sean."