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Ok you guys can post now!!!

[hiyorin]

Happy New Year Everyone! ♥
2014 has so much in store for us. And to ensure that this year starts with a bang, the Pururu contest will be starting today! ...like, right now!

Rules:
- The name Pururu cannot change
- Must be female

This contest will be somewhat short!! c: I don't want to wear you all out x3

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b] Pururu
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Art or Story of her helping someone out:[/b]
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So yeah. That's it. For the extra, you can do anything really. If it's art, unlimited pieces! If it's a story, unlimited words! Go crazy with it C; I love creativity. If you have any questions, send me a PM. This will end January 18th, though it might change.

Well, get ready, get set, and post!

- This message will self destruct in five seconds. Good luck on the battlefield, solider -
(because why the heck not?)

And to top this off with sexiness,

CIELLLLL!! ♥

NTS: Sumomo and Kululu

[hiyorin]

Contest is now open!

[Blitz.]

Garuru offered to her, something considered rare on his part, an amused grin. He took a steady breath and allowed the tension in his body to completely subside into nothing, knowing that he had nothing to worry about in the hands of his medic. His breathing became deeper as he dozed off, into a deep and eased sleep.

-Mute

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Username:

Cry

Name:

Pururu

Gender:

Female

Personality:

Pururu is adult-like in her actions. She thinks things through before acting, assuring that the route she is about to take is the best one. She usually tries to plan a course that detours around fighting, preferring calmer and more peaceful solutions to problems. She is practical, honest, and sensible, yet also spry and lively. She can be tough when it comes to the rules, refusing to allow others to slack off in the least. She can be somewhat headstrong and rarely has been known to give in.

Story of her helping someone out:

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She is helping out Garuru.
I have Mute's permission.

Wind and fog swept quite aimlessly along the roads, an array of grey colors fill the sky in the shape of clouds, as though they were warning of an omen soon to come. However, despite the seemingly grim view, it wasn’t really too hot or too cold, just a bit nippy, and it wasn’t even raining.
At the Hinata residence, things were suspiciously quiet, nothing had really happened all day, and no one seemed to be doing anything in particular. One would think that with all the insanity living within the house, surely something must be always going on? But truly, everything was suspiciously quiet, and in fact, most of the residents weren't even home. A small, lavender figure stretched, a yawn escaping from her mouth gently as she awoke from her slumber. This lady was Pururu, who had shown up only hours ago, only to be greeted by an empty house. Though, having been there before, she just made herself at home, in hopes of someone returning. It was about time the Keroro Platoon had another checkup, since it had been a long while from the last one, so all she could really do as of now was wait.

Flicking her tail gently, she sighed, adjusting her sitting position on the couch as she looked out the glass doors. “I wonder where they went…?” she thought, glancing at the clouds in hopes of distracting herself. Off in the distance however, a small dark blur ripped through the clouds, following it a trail of flames that furiously tore at the clouds too. It was a ship, a Keronian ship, barreling down through the atmosphere at dangerous speeds. Inside this aircraft was an injured Lieutenant, frantically attempting to get his ship under control, his purple fur damp with his own blood, some creeping from the corner of his mouth too. The ship got closer and closer to the Hinata household, and Garuru frantically attempted to steer the ship away, not wanting to cause any serious residential damage. His teeth bore as he forced the steering wheel into a full left spin, barreling the craft into a park not too far from the Hinata residence.

There was a loud explosion, and dust kicked up from the place of impact. Flames took the dry grass and spread, the Lieutenant was thrown from his ship, landing rather far from the ship, his body limp on the earth which was so foreign to him.

Pururu’s eyes widened as the ground trembled, an explosion-like noise catching her attention. Her focus was then directed at the clouds arising from the ground, where she assumed the park was, being it wasn’t far off. Without another though, she felt her body instinctively run out the door, hoping the damages were as minimal as possible. Venturing further, she soon enough reached the park where she could see the smoke rising from, freezing in place as she caught a good look of the ship, and various parts scattered around. This wasn't just any ship… It was her leader’s.

Darting as fast as her legs could carry her, she drew closer to the wreck, but she kept her breaths steady and as calm as possible. The grey fumes clouded her vision, causing her to nearly trip over every bit of debris on the floor—but she soon stumbled upon a larger, darker figure, collapsed on the floor. “Garuru chui!” she yelped, getting closer, gently nudging his body. But now was the time for her to act, wriggling her head under him and sliding him on to her back, coughing as the smog began to toy with her lungs. She padded as fast as she could, he was a bit heavy, but she could manage, beginning to quicken the pace in hopes of reaching the house before things got worse.

Garuru was unconscious, very undoubtedly unconscious. Not even dragging him around seemed to stir him, blood dripping steadily off of him. As she felt some of it trickle onto her pelt she shivered, but kept her composure as she made it back to the house soon enough, sliding him onto the couch as gently as possible. Taking a step back, she scanned him carefully, trying to identify first his surface wounds, making her medical box materialize next to her. However, she stopped as he began to cough up blood, his breathing becoming rather harsh, it seemed now he was actually awake, but he said nothing at this point.

Snapping the box open, Pururu reached in and grabbed two cylinder containers and a roll of gauze, making sure to keep an eye on him as she did so. Opening one of the containers, she sprinkled it over his flash wounds—it was nothing other than water, most likely kept since she may not always have access to clean water. After that, she grabbed the other container, while her free hand reached for a cotton ball. “This is going to sting…” she mewed, tilting the bottle and getting the cotton damp, brushing over the wounds before quickly gathering the gauze, wrapping and covering them up. With this, she could hear a violent grunt escape from the Lieutenant, who began to bite his own tongue of hopes of keeping quiet.

Now there was no time to lose, she had to figure what was going on internally.
But at this point, she was heavily limited in resources, like an x-ray for instance, so she’d have to make do with best-guessing for now. She set a pillow up, resting his feet on it (to help the blood flow to the brain), removing his belt and setting it aside so it wouldn't get in the way. Reaching into her box yet again, she went through one of the compartments within it, removing at least three different, small pill containers, pouring the appropriate amounts she needed into her paw before setting them on the side table. While it was important he take them, she wanted to see if he could calm down enough to breathe steadily before insisting upon it.

Garuru bit into the cloth she had given to him, the blood escaping his mouth quickly retreated into its fibers, staining them red. He panted furiously, every time she tended to his wounds the sting from her touch would cause a curse to rise from the back of his throat, but for now he’d have to deal with it. Pururu sat by the couch, waiting patiently, eyeing his expression or bandages closely, hoping none of this was too painful for him. But it didn’t take long before he loosed his face up, his breathing began to slow down and the cloth in his mouth was released. A small but brief smile of relief crept onto the chief medic’s face, sitting up and glancing to him. “Hey, I need you to take some pills… do you think you can do it?” she said quietly, trying not to bother him too much.

The mangled lieutenant let his gaze drift to the Chief Medic as she addressed him. He seemed to pause for a moment, as though he were in thought, but then weakly responded with a nod. He attempted to lift an arm to take them from her, but found his attempts to be in vain, resulting in more pain. After that bit of struggling, he gave up, letting out a huff as he gave her a brief nod and a straight expression. “Yes, I can take them.” He grunted in reply. This confused Pururu a bit, but she urged him to stop by motioning her hand. “Let me help…” she mewed, using one paw to lift his head up, grabbing the pills. She hoped he didn’t feel belittled by this, but he needed this medicine, and she’d make sure he got it. Setting them on his tongue, she glanced around, forgetting he needed water—but her glass from earlier would have to suffice, it’s not like it’d kill him anyways. Slowly, she tipped the glass, making sure he gulped the pills down. Part of it was basic but good working pain killers, and some were for fixing up or helping the repair process of internal tissues.

Watching him, he seemed to take the water well, drinking in small, generous amounts at a time. She could only imagine the relief the water gave his throat, a cooling sensation to wash out all the blood and smoke. It was as though he relaxed, his body going rather limp as he began closed his eyes for a moment, thinking. “Thanks, Pururu chan.” He managed to choke out. The medic blinked, a light blush covered her face for about a second, shaking her head gently. “You’re welcome, Garuru chui.” She mewed to him, smiling slightly. “Now shh.” She added, letting out a sigh of relief.

The moment she looked up again, she caught something strange; her leader had let out a grin. She had to turn away from him to hide the blush that had yet again returned to her, wiping her face with irritation. It seemed he could trust his life under the care of his medic. Though, when she regained her composure and turned back to face him, he was out cold, asleep.

Pururu sat there, her gaze softened, letting out a light snicker; it was kind of cute really. She began to clean up her containers, fitting them back into her medical box, but kept one capsule of pain killers out just-in-case. Since his bandages appeared to be fine for now she leaned against the couch, pausing as she noticed it was now raining outside, quite heavily, beating on the window with a pleasant sound. Glancing to the floor in thought, she let her mind drift a bit aimlessly until she too was taken over by sleep.

In the end, the platoon had eventually returned home, and even the Hinata’s. They had been out on a little trip, making it home around nighttime, not bothering their slumber. Pururu and Garuru remained there for a few weeks, since it turns out he had fractured a few of his ribs and broke his right leg and arm, and she was there to keep his treatment going. He recovered eventually, and quite smoothly, and Pururu was finally able to give the others a checkup as well before returning home to Keron with her captain.

Extra:

Art at top done by me.
I do not own the pixels/borders.

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--General Information--

-Username-xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-Name-
.:Neroro:.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxPururu

-Gender-
Female

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--Going Deeper--

-History-
Pururu debuts as the most recent and only female member of the Garuru Platoon, a chief medic and expert nurse, and a childhood friend to Keroro, Giroro, and Dororo.

During the Garuru Platoon's promotions, she joined them with the first mission of investigating the stolen items desired by the Clone Keroro Platoon. She is currently promoted to the task of giving the Keronians medical check-ups and injections.

She graduated from the Keron Military Academy, alongside her childhood friends under the rank army nurse, and later chief medic. She first worked for a civilian corporation before she joined the Keron forces, inspired by her three childhood friends.

~Childhood~
Pururu was part of Keroro's friendship alliance alongside Giroro and Zeroro. Back when she was a child, her cap was flat and had a flower on it. She was a class idol as a child and many people liked her, including Giroro and Keroro. Giroro grew out of it but Keroro still has a big crush on her. They hung out in an underground club house. They lived under the wisdom of their elder friend Joriri who helped them fight back against bullies and other conflicts. When she was little, she would get very happy poking people in the butt with a stick with a ball on it (much like her syringe).


-Appearance-
Pururu's appearance consists of lavender fur, a hot pink cap with a yellow-and-pink heart symbol, and large purple eyes. When she was a young child, the cap was flat and had a light pink flower on it, but is now pointed up on both sides, giving a catgirl-ear-impression to her head (she is sometimes shown with a violet afro wig). The same heart symbol is on her chest, and the design makes it similar to an inverted Shoshinsha Mark. Her cute looks and charming demeanor enchants anyone she meets and makes anyone to feel attached to her, notably the young Giroro and the current Keroro.


-Personality-
She has an energetic, down-to-earth, and somewhat strict and stubborn personality, but is also nonviolent and mature, unlike most of her friends. Her cute looks and charming demeanor enchants anyone she meets and makes anyone to feel attached to her, notably the young Giroro and the current Keroro.


-Weaknesses-
Her trauma switch turns on when someone calls her Oba-chan/Oba-sama (which means old lady, grandma, or auntie).


-Relationships-
Pururu was the childhood friend of Keroro, Giroro, and Zeroro. Their actions in the Keron Army are what inspired her to join and she cares dearly about all of them.

~Keroro~
Keroro has a big crush on her that is still present even in adulthood and she in return still has a very close friendship with him and understands him better than most and considers being around him nostalgic.

~Giroro~
At the time, Giroro had a crush on Pururu until he grew out of it but still remains good friends with her.

~Zeroro/Dororo~
She has been friends with Zeroro/Dororo since childhood and she is one of the few people to not forget him (or at least tries to) and when she first came to do a medical check up on the platoon she was concerned about his traumatic experiences at being forgotten.

~Garuru~
Pururu discovers herself in love with Garuru, her leader. At one point when the Keroro platoon believe than Pururu and Garuru have a romance and hinted at Pururu, she was blushed, her eyes light up and gets very happy, dreamy and shy, trying to deny it in these words: ("this has to be a dream or something") so, that means that Pururu had feelings for her leader, Pururu confessed her love in a desperate situation Garuru saying ("I will be kind to you when you're ready") Due to the lack of empathic ability of Garuru, took him by confusion thinking that if it was something wrong, because he believed that kind referred to kindness, which is the normal relationship between the two, but in reality Pururu was referring to the kind word "to love (to Garuru) and to be loved / to (Garuru)", (Kind: love-able, ready to love)

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--Story--

Pururu walked into the waiting room from her office. She placed her paws on her hips when she saw who was in her waiting room. There sat the armpit platoon and her own platoon as well, they both sat on opposite sides of the room from each other. She shook her head and sighed. "Again?" They all looked down in embarrassment at her comment. Her gaze traveled around the room, trying to find the source of what had caused the scuffle. Her eyes landed on Giroro and Garuru. She turned around and held the door. "Giroro. Garuru. You'll be first." Giroro looked at her with a shocked look, "T-together," he asked with a growl. He looked towards his brother who returned the death glare. The fur on her neck bristled out of aggravation at their childish actions. "Both of you. Now," she said sternly. Giroro hung his head like a child who was being scolded by his mother and padded into the room after her. His brother following close behind.

She scuttled about the room as they sat side-by-side on the examining table. She passed between the two men and her cabinets, treating their cuts and bruises. She examined the injuries and was annoyed to find that they were claw marks from each other. To prove her theory she checked under their claws and found bits of hair from the others’ pelt. She huffed at this and looked up at them while she was treating their wounds with a cream. "Hmmmmm. I could be mistaken, but it seems these injuries are quite similar to claw marks. Mind explaining," she asked with a hit of annoyance in her voice, as she already knew the answer. Both men looked down and away, not making eye contact with her. She huffed and placed her paws on her hips again, looking sternly at them. God, I’m not their mother but I sure feel like it most of the time she thought to herself. She shook her head and started wrapping up their injuries with bandages. "And if I recall correctly, headquarters clearly stated that your platoons were to train together, not duke it out." Her eyebrows furrowed as she pulled at the bandages, making them tighter than they needed to be. Giroro flinched a bit at her anger. "You two, you both fight like overgrown babies and here I am wasting good supplies on injuries that are careless and immature. These supplies are for when someone gets seriously hurt, not for when you two get into another one of your cat fights....." She paused and smiled a bit. "No pun intended of course."

"Tch." Giroro huffed. "I wasn't the one who started it," he grumbled. His brother looked at him, his eyes glinted from under his visor. "I didn't start it. I merely made a suggestion to your technique and you got defensive. I don't see how this is my fault." Giroro turned to his brother with a snarl on his face, "Suggestion!? Bull Crap! Your so called suggestion was more as criticism against my tactics! What exactly were the words you used?! 'A Keronian child could think up a better strategy than this.' Those were your exact words!" Giroro's fur fluffed out until he had become twice his normal size. She noticed Garuru doing the same. "I was merely making a statement. There was no reason to get huffy over it little brother. And if you DO recall, I also said afterward that you should place your hind legs more firmly on the ground so you could push off and get a greater distance. If you had been in real combat you would have fallen short of the enemy." "But that was my whole plan in the first place! If you would have been listening you would have heard that the plan was to get right in front of them so you could swipe them with sheathed claws across the face. When distracted you could then over power them." Giroro's tail lashed back and forth at his statement. "But it would be more efficient if you landed squarely on their back to scratch with both your front paws and back. Therefore, more damage could be done in a quicker amount of time." By now both men were standing up on the table on all fours. Their backs arched and their fur standing up on end they glared at each other. Becoming angry at their squabbling, Pururu slammed a paw against the ground.

"ENOUGH," she commanded with a booming voice. They both looked at her shocked and them at themselves. They sat down not looking at each other. She marched over to them, her fur bristling. "Look at you two!? Both grown, strong men of the Keron army and you’re behaving like children! I'm sure that headquarters would be quite pleased with your display today." She said. She sighed deeply as she calmed down, her fur lying flat again. "Look, I know you don't see eye to eye at the best of times, but this is no way siblings should behave. I'm sure your parents would be very disappointed with what just happened." God I really do sound like their mother, she thought to herself, but she pushed the thought out of her head as she focused on the problem at hand. "Giroro, your brother does seem to have a sharp tongue at times but he does mean it for the best. He just has a... funny way of showing his affection..." Her voice trailed at the word but she continued. "Just because his comments do seem annoying you must realize that he's doing it because he cares.... at least... I think so." She looked to Garuru for help on the ending of her comment.

Garuru sighed and looked down then up at his brother again. "She does speak with wisdom, though I do sound harsh I mean it out of my care for you. I just want you to be the best you can be, that's all." Giroro looked away. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get testy..... I... I just feel like... I'm never good enough for you. Even as a kid I felt this way. And everyone wants me to be just like you. The little brother of the famous Lieutenant Garuru, I must be something special too. Or.. I have to be." He looked up ashamed at his brother. The tension in the room was so thick that Pururu could have sworn she could cut it with a knife. "I-I'm sorry..... Little brother." "Me too..." They both sat there not sure what was to come next and Pururu felt this was her time to come in again. "Alright, you've said you’re sorry and such and have made up for what you've done. Now I need to finish cleaning you both up. Image of the Keronian army; even if you are hurt you still need to look your best." She finished bandaging them up and looked at them both.

"Alright I guess your both free to go now. Remember," she called after them as they took their leave. "No more scuffles. I need all my supplies for important injuries not sibling rivalry disputes." She stepped out into the waiting room again. "Alright who's next?" "Gero gero. I will," shouted a voice from across the room. Keroro bounded across the room from his seat to her. She shook her head and smiled a bit. "Alright come on and let’s get you sorted out." She followed the green keronian into her office. It was going to be a long day but at least she was spending it with her friends. Not like she would hope to, but still with Keroro's jokes, Tamama's cuteness, and Giroro's toughness it all brought a smile to her face during her work. She wished she could say the same for the yellow keronian, Kururu but.... That was something she just couldn't bring herself to do.

Dororo walked into the waiting room where Mois had informed him that his friends would be at. He carried the plastic shopping bag in his jaws and saw Keroro chatting with a few of his comrades from their own platoon and Garuru's. Keroro, along with the others in the room, excluding Pururu, were decked in several pieces of bandages here and there wrapped on their bodies. Dororo dropped the bag and rushed over to Keroro. "Kero-kun what happend!?" Keroro looked at him. "Oh gero gero gero. We just got into a scuffle that's all. Nothing much." "But it was so much fun desu! The adrenaline running through your veins! You missed so much Dororo-senpai!" Tamama butted in. Dororo shrank back and crawled to a corner. "Y-you fought... without me!? And I was out getting you more modeling glue like you asked. Your to mean Kero-kun Doro Doro Doro."

It seems that Dororo was forgotten again.


Art and coding credit goes to me. *flies away*
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Username:
Name: Pururu
Gender: Female
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hnnnnnnggggggggg reserveitoldyousohahahahahaaha

think I'm gonna drop out, just don't think I'm good enough and undeserving

[bsktcase]

Username: iPeeta
Name: Pururu
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Username: Doom Paws
Name: Pururu
Gender: Female
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Reserve, I will pretty it up later when I get on a computer. uvu

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Username: .firefly.
Name: Pururu
Gender: Female
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Name: Pururu
Gender: Female
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