[NE0N-UMBR30N]

Custom Ears-Custom Tail-Red and Orange Paint-Hair Tuft

Alrighty so these colors where all from the cover XD aside from the black

anyway!This will be a short impress me,with a limit of 500 words and 4 art pieces!

words like
username;;
name;;
gender;;

etc do not count!only words filled in next to them!

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Impress Me~

[bellini]

mark ;v;

[IrkenChu]

Username:
IrkenChu

Name:
Avery

Gender:
Male

Personality:
wip

Occupation:
wip

will add more if I have enough room

[doglover947]

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[PeanutButterRum]

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Username;
Ginger Beer

Name;
Toronto Montreal

Gender;
Male

Song;
The Diary Of Jane

Art;
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ｌｏｎｅｌｙ - ｏｐｔｉｍｉｓｔｉｃ - ｃｕｎｎｉｎｇ - ｉｎｔｒｏｖｅｒｔｅｄ

Story

The sun had barely begun it's decent when three swift knocks hit the front door. Before he could open it the person was already gone. "That's a bit queer, what did they want-" Toronto paused then his gaze crept to the lawn. A dirty cream colored envelope with a crimson wax seal rested in the grass. He scanned the lawn a final time before snatching the paper off the ground. "Now what do you want to tell me?" he chattered to himself as he went back into the quaint house. The front room was sparsely decorated, a brown loveseat and a coffee table sat alone. The walls had even less interesting adornments, a plant and a few pictures of family were hung up in no particular order.
Toronto sat himself down on the floor and began to examine the note. "No address, not even a signature? Better open it to see what it is I suppose," he said clicking his tongue, without a moments hesitation he used a claw to open it. An old parchment paper slipped out of the package and fluttered to the floor, along with a single feather. Ignoring the odd trinket he grabbed the letter and began to read. "You have been invited to the special grand opening of our new hotel! Please come to 2569 Birchwood road this Saturday to visit the great 'Maple Hotel' If you come with the gift we left in your package you get a weekend free!"

A twanging ring filled the room when he walked in. The front desk of the Maple Hotel was made of a greyish brown wood with little speckles of black on it. "H-hello?" his voice echoed. He had been considering not coming the entire week but in the end it was too good of an offer to turn down. Suddenly a young woman leaped from a backroom. "G'day," she welcomed. Toronto stared at her blankly then pulled the feather from his pocket and showed it to her. "Oh, so you are staying the weekend then," she sighed, the enthusiasm seemed to have drained from her voice. He nodded trying to ignore the sudden shift in mood. "Well, here is your key" she handed him a cold brass key with the number 13 on it. He started down the hall way and caught a last glance at the woman "What's your name?" he asked her before he left. "Kiwi Grant" she replied. "I am Toronto Montreal"
He put the key into the slot and opened the door. He was taken back a bit by the sudden smell of paint. The bed had soft red blankets on it, so he approached it and threw himself onto it. The clock on the side table numbers read 12:00 pm when he woke up. Something was wrong though. The door was gone.

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[booklover789]

Username;;
booklover789

Name;;
Gable

Gender;;
Male

Occupation;;
Gable is a spelunker! Now, he's rather small and does get picked on sometimes for his lack of height, but he doesn't mind. His smallness allows him to get to places others wouldn't even fit. He has decided to make the most out of his life, and to do that properly, he's decided to dedicate his life to adventure, particularly adventure in relation to caves and exploring them. He gets paid for every expedition he partakes in, as his sponsors want to instill in others the bravery and determination to do such amazing things as Gable does.

Theme Songs;;
Vocal - Wildfire X Clarity (Mashup) - JubyPhonic
Instrumental - Journey of Wonders - Peter Crowley

Personality;;
Gable is very energetic, and seems to always be getting into things that he should stay out of. He's extremely curious - perhaps too much for his own good! He's always sticking his nose into others business, but he never means any harm - he just wants to know what's going on. Blunt and honest to a fault, Gable will tell you exactly how he feels. There's never any guessing in regards to how Gable is feeling - when he isn't stating his opinions, his face shows enough emotion for one to figure out exactly what's going on in his brain. He'd make an awful poker player, as he has no "poker face," instead showing every little tiny thing he feels just as clear as day.
A lover and not a fighter, Gable prefers to settle things easily and without a lot of confrontation. He doesn't like to pick fights, and would rather try to love the hatred out of someone than spew hate back at them. While his blunt words might incite a fight, he has sworn many times that that outcome is something he has never intended to have. He'd rather sit down and chat something out in a calm manner than throw a punch at someone, and has always stuck to this principle. He is gentle to all he meets, and is not rough or destructive in the least. Careful with individuals even more-so than his personal affects, he prefers to treat others how he'd prefer to be treated, and thus does hos best to not be a nasty or mean individual. Any harm he does cause he apologizes profusely for, and if the mistake causes some physical repercussions, he will do everything in his power to fix the situation.
Gable is stronger than he appears. He can lift a lot and can pull himself up after he falls very easily. He can scale walls, climb rocks, and do a manner of other physical activities that most would think impossible for him to complete. Determined and tenacious, Gable sticks to what he knows is right to believe in. Once he sets his mind to something, he never gives up.
Overall, Gable is a sweetheart who doesn't always understand how his words can hurt others. He loves deeply and is a very loyal RPW, loving and caring towards all.

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[NE0N-UMBR30N]

this will end on the 20th ovo

[rem sleep]

marking to watch! n v n

[NE0N-UMBR30N]

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Username;
Ginger Beer

Name;
Toronto Montreal

Gender;
Male

Song;
The Diary Of Jane

Art;
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Personality

ｌｏｎｅｌｙ - ｏｐｔｉｍｉｓｔｉｃ - ｃｕｎｎｉｎｇ - ｉｎｔｒｏｖｅｒｔｅｄ

Story

The sun had barely begun it's decent when three swift knocks hit the front door. Before he could open it the person was already gone. "That's a bit queer, what did they want-" Toronto paused then his gaze crept to the lawn. A dirty cream colored envelope with a crimson wax seal rested in the grass. He scanned the lawn a final time before snatching the paper off the ground. "Now what do you want to tell me?" he chattered to himself as he went back into the quaint house. The front room was sparsely decorated, a brown loveseat and a coffee table sat alone. The walls had even less interesting adornments, a plant and a few pictures of family were hung up in no particular order.
Toronto sat himself down on the floor and began to examine the note. "No address, not even a signature? Better open it to see what it is I suppose," he said clicking his tongue, without a moments hesitation he used a claw to open it. An old parchment paper slipped out of the package and fluttered to the floor, along with a single feather. Ignoring the odd trinket he grabbed the letter and began to read. "You have been invited to the special grand opening of our new hotel! Please come to 2569 Birchwood road this Saturday to visit the great 'Maple Hotel' If you come with the gift we left in your package you get a weekend free!"

A twanging ring filled the room when he walked in. The front desk of the Maple Hotel was made of a greyish brown wood with little speckles of black on it. "H-hello?" his voice echoed. He had been considering not coming the entire week but in the end it was too good of an offer to turn down. Suddenly a young woman leaped from a backroom. "G'day," she welcomed. Toronto stared at her blankly then pulled the feather from his pocket and showed it to her. "Oh, so you are staying the weekend then," she sighed, the enthusiasm seemed to have drained from her voice. He nodded trying to ignore the sudden shift in mood. "Well, here is your key" she handed him a cold brass key with the number 13 on it. He started down the hall way and caught a last glance at the woman "What's your name?" he asked her before he left. "Kiwi Grant" she replied. "I am Toronto Montreal"
He put the key into the slot and opened the door. He was taken back a bit by the sudden smell of paint. The bed had soft red blankets on it, so he approached it and threw himself onto it. The clock on the side table numbers read 12:00 pm when he woke up. Something was wrong though. The door was gone.

485/500

congrats!I adored this form ;v; it was really interesting to read,enjoy Toronto!

[PeanutButterRum]

Thank you so much! I love him and promise I will take care of him. May I be added please? can I redraw his bow?