Hi! I'm THEOrnitologist. I own one Plumerian named Sierra. With luck and effort, this beauty may be my second.
Please listen to this song while reading my form. It's Seven's favorite, although no one knows why; it's not like him at all! Basic Information
First name: Seven
Last name: Up
Gender: Male
Sexuality: straight
Age: 21 years
Birthday: January 18th
Seven is a very cheery Plumerian. He rarely possesses negative feelings, and when he does, he tries his best to hide them. He's honest, and finds it hard to lie without giving it away. Seven is intelligent, and although he hates it, is more logical than creative. He is hilarious, even though his reactions to others' jokes are funnier. Seven is outgoing, and makes anyone and everyone feel welcome in his presence. He believes that you should live life to the fullest, and he shows that by being happy.
by TheWolfQueen
"They say that stars cannot shine without darkness, but is no one aware of how bright the moon can be?"
Puns
XD
"Hey guys, I just tried my first soft drink! It was Sodalicious!"
"Well, Fantastic for you."
"Oh, stop being a Mountain Dewfus!"
"You just Crushed my dreams of drinking another tasty soda..."
"No, I was talking about Doctor Pepper. He's just asking to be sneezed in his face, with all his mixed flavors!"
"Harsh! I was just trying to 'open happiness'!"
"Well, try harder next time!" QuirksSeven has just a few quirks... That we know of.
1.)
He whistles when he's nervous.2.)
He talks oddly due to a harmless condition in his mouth.3.)
He has a habit of throwing, catching, and twirling random objects when bored.Relationships
Sierra- girlfriend
Root- best friend
Sun- friend
Mr. Cola- dad
Mrs. Pepsi-Cola- mom
Crush- little brother
Fears
Injured family members
getting killed
heights
spiders
the ocean
Seven is a professional tennis player!Short StoryLesson-
"You're not you when you've just woken up. Sierra satisfies."Seven was rudely awakened when his tennis racket was stripped from his face. "Good Morning, Waffle Face!" A female voice teased. Seven groaned and rolled off of the metal bench he had been sleeping on, and onto well-groomed grass. A chorus of cheers were chanting names that he couldn't make out. He focused his eyes back on the female. It was none other than Sierra, his girlfriend. Sierra widened her eyes. "Erm, and waffle back." She said, pointing to Seven's back, which had been engraved by the metal bench.
Seven flicked himself to the side. Sierra rolled him back to his original position with her front paws. "Seven!" The girl almost hissed. "World Championships, sweet thing. You're up in fifteen minutes."
That made Waffle Face snap into attention immediately. "Oohhhhhhh!!" Seven wailed. He picked up his the fallen racket and flailed himself into the locker room.
Sierra blinked. "S-Seven?" She ran after him, turning her head once only to see the happy, cheering faces of supporters and fans. She finally found Seven, a towel over his face. "Root used that, dear, I don't think you want that near your face." Sierra stated. The comment immediately made Seven chuck the white cloth to the side, he himself producing a high pitched squeal as he plucked fur from his face.
Seven whimpered slightly. "I need caffeine! I'm so tired."
He had been instructed by Sierra to slack down on the caffeine, but to his surprise, Sierra's expression softened. "I'll find something." She ran off and finally found a vending machine. She purchased a Dr.Pepper and returned to her previous spot. "Here." Sierra handed the drink to Seven, who began chugging it.
"ONE MINUTE!" his coach yelled.
Seven spat the fizzy drink out of his mouth. "One mi-!?!?" The athlete rubbed his eyes.
A much softer voice replied. "Calm down." Sierra cooed. "Rushing isn't your usual style. You just need to wake up a bit."
Sierra turned to face Seven and released the soda from his hand, resting it on the ground. She grabbed both of his now empty hands, and kissed him on the lips.
Seven's eyes popped to life. "Ready!" he shouted. As he ran into the field, he turned his head around as far as he could. "Hey, Sierra?" he asked. He heard a faint reply. "What do you call talking soda?" He wondered. A small motion of Sierra's shadow indicated a shrug. "A pep talker!" Although he couldn't see it, Sierra was rolling her eyes- yet a smirk plastered itself on her face. With that, Seven entered the tall arena, arousing several cheers. He flipped his tennis racket in the air in satisfaction. "Let's do this!" he shouted, grinning at his opponents.AccessoriesSeven usually wears a white visor and his Under Armour blue and yellow jacket. He doesn't wear much else most of the time, but sometimes he wears
this feather necklace. And yes, it's ok for him to be pants-less because he's a plumerian.
Life Goals and Dreams
Seven dreams of many things. If he could, he would all the time. He dreams of things he knows he will never do, because he can do them. However, he has some that he has deemed achievable.
1.) Buy a large, wooden house in the forest. (With full wildfire insurance)
2.) Marry Sierra. (Soon to be checked off the list)
3.) Have two children. (With Sierra, of course >-<)
4.) Maintain a clean, organized household.
5.) Place in the Olympics for tennis.
6.) Place gold in the Olympics for tennis.
7.) Try new foods.
8.) Build and own his own tennis court. (May require moving to the city)
by extraterrestrial » Tue Jun 24, 2014 7:46 am 
