Name : Madelione
Gender : Female
Personality : Slightly moody and does not particuarly enjoy partaking in events. Not the preppiest of characters however she is fun to be around because of her quick tongue and "sassy" spirit. She likes to argue points for arguements sake, however is also aware of the feelings of others. A pessimist but not exactly a downer, per say. She can lighten peoples mood with her humour and caring, which is only shown towards her friends and family... and children. She is not the most artistic.She is academically smart, especially of artistic history; she realizes the irony in this without too much bitterness. A logic, realist, with a more serious look at life, she somehow continues to live happly and keep a healthy sense of humour.
Why you wan't her : I love her colors and patterns. Speckles, cremes, and earthy browns are some of my favorite character design colors, for animals that is. Also, I would love a Whiptail Dragon; I do not currently have one. Dragons are some of my favorite species, wingless are better than most winged ones in my opion. I have a couple of, wingless, dragon characters but no females so I would like to have one.
Other : WIP (spell check is needed, re-reeding, etc.);
The Fundamentals of Sincerity
"Honey, I can only tell you the truth; you know that. I can't say I wish I could lie to you, because I'd only lie if I didn't like you... your one of my closest friends," Madelione said, regret dripping in her voice. It had only been five monotenous hours since the 'event' and her emotionally distraught friend was falling apart. She locked eyes with her small friend, his violet eyes glistening back at her, wet with tears. "I know he was dear to you, as he was to me, but we must be strong, ok, love? There is nothing we can do now except move on, be strong, and remember him," she stated with almost forced sincerity. She felt bad for her immature friend, truly she did, but his mannerism was rediculous.
He looked up at her with pitiful eyes and a sad smile; "O-ok.. I'll try," he mewed pitifully. His pink and polka-dotted fur was damp with tears as he tried to wipe his eyes. "It's just so hard though, he was one of my closest friends... And the best goldfish I've ever had!" he yelped.
With that semi-final statement, as he would no doubtably bring the same topic up at dinner, she let out a deep sigh. Specks was like a small child and needed to be with delt with fragility and extreme amounts of caring, something that Madelione was not exactly used to. "Yes well, goldfish are one-of-a-kind pets," she said flatly, masterfully hiding her sarcasm.