by Mint Chip » Wed Jun 29, 2016 7:23 am
sorry for taking so long, but I wanted to make this babe special~
and now I present #777, with a palette more or less inspired by angels and divinity and a design inspired by some greek and aztec like patterns. I really hope you like this one. <3
(and I have successfully stolen numbers #555, #666, and now #777)
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name;
gender;
personality;
extras;;
-personality is mandatory and should be a minimum of 50 words and a max of 400 words.
-extras are not required but are encouraged and will greatly effect your chances of winning.
-you can have unlimited artwork in your form (quality over quantity tho plz)
-you can have a max of 800 words extra. (this isn't counted with your personality)
-I am looking for originality on both name, personality and your extras. (so if there are three or four forms will "Sun king" or "apollo" as the name that could hurt your chances of winning)
-prettying up is allowed. please do not color your text in neon or bright colors, I cannot read that. Thank you.
-And good luck!
Ending Date: July 20th, 2016
(extensions may be given on request, but must be requested before the 19th.)
//Mutations: minor mane edit & elbow/ankle drapes//
//Items: Angelic Warrior Armor//
armored version
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[url=http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=53&t=3096252][img]http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/image/image.php?id=2544369&size=large&format=png&rev=1467158828[/img][/url]
unarmored version
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by Stårry » Wed Jun 29, 2016 12:13 pm



Story;;
I shove the doors of my mother’s small shop open, fuming. Stepping
out onto the dry pavement of the city sidewalk, the humidity seemed
to clamp down like a large hand. I was supposed to be meeting my
friends up later to go swimming. I trot off under the bridge near
the shop, eyes drifting to all the graffiti on the wall. Marked out
faces and profanity. But, in the center of it was a large, old poster.
A poster placed by Viscets who still believed they would save them.
The poster was of the guardians, all looking gallant and grand with
their armor. I scoff under my breath, “They can’t save us now..”
I murmur as I shake my head.

Stepping out into the still blaring sunlight, I stopped when I noticed
who was there. Viscets who we all knew as the ruler of these
streets. Currently, they seemed to be beating up a smaller Viscet
who made no move to run. They were laughing cruelly, cold eyes
reflecting the street light. I cringe inwardly and attempt to sneak
past, head down. Hopefully, they didn’t hear me stepping carefully
behind them.

The laughter silenced. I froze as I heard the leader of this group of
three call out, “Hey! Hey, where ya think yer goin?” He bounded over,
towering over me. I cower backward, “U-uh, nowhere..” I said under
my breath, and this made him grin widely, a gold tooth gleaming.
“Nowhere’s right, kid.” He slung his arm around my shoulder. I attempt
to worm away, but his grip is like iron as he leads me over to the
cowering viscet. He shoves me, “Go on, take a swing, give him what
he deserves!”

I froze, realizing he meant at this Viscet who lay on the ground. I shake my
head quickly, “..I have to go” The three share a dark chuckle. The ‘leader’
gave a longer laugh, “Awh, c’mon kid..” He then shoves me hard, eyes
blazing, “Do it!” I cower over the body of the viscet on the ground. They
seem to hold their breath, watching me like a bunch of hungry vultures.

He gently touches my back, “Go on.. He’s just some imbecile who thinks
he can run our streets.” I stammer violently as I look up, not meeting his
gaze, “I need to meet up with my friends. They’ll think I ditched them if
I don’t go now…” They all shared another chuckle before one broke the
string around my neck. Dangling from the string had been the pouch of
money my mama gave me in case we went to explore some of the shops.

“Give me my money!” I cry desperately, attempting to jump and swipe
it as they threw it. Suddenly, the deep voice of the higher up leader echos.
“Ey, come on! Come on!” Taking my money, they ran to join the others,
leaving me to chase after as they bolt off. I was furious, and claws scraped
pavement as I run. I find them meeting up with another group in an alleyway.
I quickly duck behind a boarded up wall when the first group parts to help
move large boxes. I then try to move closer. Slinking around, I hide behind
a garbage can. Something glinted in the faint streetlight, like gold.
Suddenly, it happened all so fast. A tall Viscet with gold armor came from
above, what seemed to be wings coming off the armor catching the air.
They landed gracefully, taking out each gang member with ease, claws
met skin and teeth dug deep. I was taken aback when my savior approaches
tiredly, wounds set in their side. They threw the pouch at my feet,
“Here, kid..” They said, turning to leave now. “H-Hey, wait... You’re one
of the heroes. Aren’t you?” I ask, knowing it was rude. They stop in the
shadows, and slowly looked over their shoulder. “Not anymore.
I guess some habits just die hard.” He had disappeared into the night, leaving
me completely stunned. The Viscet who saved me used to be a part of
the grand bunch of guardians. I breathe out,
holding my pouch close, “Well... You are to me.”




"Truely saviors or not, these guardians really do have a place in
this world. Their duty is to protect, and that; they very well do.
Mors always had a vision of this world where opposite worlds
were at peace. Where we met in the middle and keep balance.
He's held that vision through thick and thin, and quite literally
through heaven and hell. He's one strong soldier." - Cerulean

To the soldiers underneath his supervision, Morrison is a grumpy
old veteran that has seen it all and isn't afraid to dish out
punishments to those who disobey orders. But to those who
know him better, Morrison cares deeply to those under his wing.
He rarely shows his true feelings to anyone, including his mate, Selene.
He thinks that a good leader is never emotional and thus is very
careful with his words and actions around others. Selene seems
to be affected in no real manner by this. She frequently brings
him out of his slumps only because she is able to sense when
something is bothersome to him. There seems to be a natural
understanding between the two of them.

There is no rhyme or reason to when Morrisons bouts of doubt come
through, but while they're a big deal they rarely show up. He's never
failed to pull himself back out of it though when the saviors
(his brigade) need him most. He'll always be there for them, and if
anything happens to any of them it falls on his shoulders.
In the trenches of war, Morrison turns into the heroic leader every
rookie wishes to serve under. He isn't afraid to risk his life in order
to save the life of those under him, and his decision-making and
strategic mindset further reduce the number of causalities of his
brigade. His optimism and altruistic nature keeps the morale of his
troops high. Morrison is one of the best at what he does.
In the fight for peace, many may be lost but you can truly
trust that they are to remain remembered.
But life in the trenches has made Morrison all too familiar with
the way viscets deal with the stress of war. Through witnessing
the turn of Tamale first hand, he had a new found fear of battle.
For every viscet that succumbs to the insanity that overcomes those
of weaker will and victims of tragedy, the weight on Morrison's
conscious grows heavier. He believes that there must have been
more he could of done to prevent those innocent souls from
being corrupted. It's the very reason he fights.





(Cant fit all of you in here with the urls, cs doesnt wanna cooperate ;w; Im sorry!)

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by G1 Sunstreaker » Wed Jun 29, 2016 12:15 pm
res
so
hardname; Colvin
gender; ♂
personality;
extras;; 800 WORDS MAX
{theme song: X Ambassadors - Renegades
X}
he idea is that he's sneaking out of heaven and defecting to earth
he's an angel warrior under the command of a corrupt angel and he's been realizing it slowly as time passes and situations keep seeming more and more wrong
this is the night he escapes and becomes a treasonist
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the day he first realizes the unease he's been feeling has been from the commands of his leader is the day he's sent to end the "suffering" of Mint's viscet Tamale
and as they're battling (seeing as how Tamale is very capable of defending himself) Tamale knows what he is somehow and starts taunting him with jabs about how "it feels wrong, doesn't it? Killing me? Who told you to do that, eh? Why do you think you've been so unhappy lately?"
and Colvin gets angry and confused because um how does this earthling know his innermost feelings and he attempts to defend his leader but slowly realizes he has little to back his argument up with
in the end he lets Tamale go under the realization that ending his life is wrong
he puts a concealing sigil(? maybe a charm? idk still working out the kinks) on Tamale to hide his soul and lies to his leader, telling him he's dead
and then over the next few weeks (weeks I think would work best) he lets his doubt slowly fester as he looks at his commander with new eyes, seeing his actions for what they truly are: self-centered and sometimes downright evil. He knows no one will believe him and that he can't do anything on his own except get himself cast out of heaven, so instead he sneaks out himself, retaining his angelic status and all his abilities, weapons and armor but becoming a fugitive on earth.<--just stuff for this form don worry bout dis vuv trying not to clutter my skeleton form.
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by VAALRAVN » Wed Jun 29, 2016 12:17 pm
Name; Azrael, the fallen angel known as the Angel of Death.
His name was originally Assiah.
Gender; Male.
Personality; Before the 'accident', Assiah was calm, cool headed,
kind, bit of a show off, a hot shot, playboy kinda guy and a general flirt. Now
he is a serious man that cares little for anything around him, being cold, serious
and unforgiving. He suffers from Multiple Personality Syndrome and Schizophrenia,
making him, at times, indecisive and unstable.
He has two main personas that seem to take over, one being all happy and go-lucky
and the other being insane, much like an extremist. The only other personality that
has been seen is the guardian one, this personality has a very corrupt sense of justice.
Extras;
IDFK. Staring at my form and thinking, "what is she doing"? Well, I need help.
Message me if you can help with some art and I'll pay you back.
Art List;
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by WolfLunarMoon » Wed Jun 29, 2016 12:17 pm

ĦєгคGoing DeeperPersonality:Justified -She is a being who
knows right from wrong. She's a good listener,
and gives advice when needed but does not
take kindly to those who enjoy causing
pain and misery and do what she thinks is right.
Caring -She will take care of those
whom are hurt, or wounded.
She sometimes does a little small talk,
To help make the other, more comfortable
if she is working on a bad injury. She doesn't
like to make the other feel so much
pain and prefers to try and work as carefully
as possible.
Brave- She will stand up to most anyone
that would try to harm a friend or loved one.
Once she does this, she will not give up
to the person stops their actions and
Apologizes for what they've done.
Trustworthy-She's a very trustworthy being
who will not tell any secrets that if asked, will not
be spoken to another. She will also stand by the
persons side, through the end, and never tell
Another would any info on her friends, if they
Asked her to do so, if it was of the most
Importance.
Kind- She is very kind, and will
Help those in need if they would let her.
But if not then she would understand
And let them do it on their own.
She knows to not cross anothers
Boundaries on certain things or
Topics of stuff as well.
Likes:Traveling
Enjoying the suns rays on a clear sky,
Reading under the shade of a tree in the day time.
Being out in the open a lot.
Listening to music.
Being with other Viscets and enjoying the day.
Dislikes:Fighting without reason.
Being cooped up in a small room
for a long period of time.
Being left behind on a important journey.
Failing on tasks she's assigned to,
yet she knows she's not supposed
to do and being blamed for it.
Back story: βครเςรName Meaning:Uncertain meaning, possibly from either Greek
'ηρως (heros) "hero, warrior"; ‘ωρα (hora)
"period of time"; or ‘αιρεω (haireo)
"to be chosen". In Greek mythology
Hera was the queen of the gods,
the sister and wife of Zeus.
She presided over marriage and childbirth.
gender:female
Nicknames:Sun, Jewel, Angel
Zodiac:Leo The Lion
Chinese Zodiac:The dragon
Favorite Flower:California Poppy
Hobbies:She enjoys widdling small pieces of wood,
into figurines and sells them to others
She enjoys painting, and likes to paint mostly sceneries,
of anything that catches her eye.
Birthstone:Diamond
Birth date:4/5/1996
"Like the Suns Rays I shine down hope upon all"
"With evil afoot, good must always fight to defeat it and win"
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by Lillybear » Wed Jun 29, 2016 12:19 pm
NAME:Lumiere ; French for LIGHT
GENDER:Male
PERSONALITY:when wearing his armor, he is kind, strong, powerful, etc.
but however underneath the mask he is evil or something?
HISTORY:guides angles to a save haven
WHAT'S WITH THE ARMOR?:the gems help protect him from demons?
and maybe it keeps him good and not evil
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