[PurpleKakashi]

Proud founding species of "No Form Left Behind"
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Parrapups, or Parras, are an omnivorous, aviary quadrupedal species that originated from tropical areas, but after they were domesticated, they gained more levels of fur and different beaks. All parras spend a lot of time cleaning themselves, and preening their feathers if they have wings. Parras come with a variety of tails and beaks, but good luck finding one that does! Having a large gene pool Parras also have the chance to show some mutations. They come in a large variety of colors including bright neons and dull greys. All parras are a very social in some way and love to whistle, sing, and chatter to others- Parra or not!

Belongs to The Batter

[Hutch.]

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[the batter]

~The Batter~



~Illusion~



~ Something that deceives by producing a false or misleading impression of reality.~

"To understand the reason for my name you must first fully comprehend the meaning of the word illusion. An illusion is a distortion of the mind. An illusion is something that falsifys and confuses.. I'd like to think of myself as someone who opens a crack in the door of the mind of the mentally chained; someone who has been gifted a very specific skill which allows me to escape the "reality" that consumes most everyone, and share this gift with others. I allow parras to take a step back from their preconceived notions of the world and instead peer into something they could have never imagined, if even for the briefest moment. In that way I do consider myself a deceiver; An illusionist if you will.

~Non-gendered they/them it/its pronouns~



~OFF - Ost - 02 Silencio~

"I've never been much for music.. This song however was different. Nothing I'd ever listened to before had connected with me so profoundly. I feel that there is something so absolutely beautiful and tranquil about the chorus of voices. It's a shame my colleagues don't seem to share my opinion."

I felt consciousness wash over me like a wave, my heavy eyelids defiantly droop downwards again and I notice the swimming figments of reality lingering underneath them, as if tucked away simply for later use in some grander scale. I stretched my forelegs before me, startled to find bars of cold metal delving themselves between my toes. Where was I? And more importantly... who was I? I retracted my limbs, holding myself into a defensive ball. Hesitantly, I opened my eyes to observe the scene before me.

Upon cracking the darkness of swimming color, I noticed a drab and boring greyscale prison. How comical, I recall thinking, that after all I'd been through and all I'd accomplished I'd be locked up in a petty keeping such as this. But... what had I done? I placed a paw on my forehead, my memory foggy and my head pulsating violently at the attempt to recall the lost memories that once occupied it. I glanced down at my paws and noticed a white liquid dripping from my face... tears? Blood? Had this always been happening? It was oddly... painless. Almost as if by default, the secretion did not affect me. But as the droplets of white glowing substance hit the floor of the cave, I noticed small pools of vibrant colors expanding around them.

Illusions, people call them. I like to call them the Truth. The reality people refuse to see. Instead trapping themselves in a tame, watered down husk of what is really and truly real. I recall vaguely thinking it not pathetic or disgusting, but rather sad, and unfortunate, that with eyes as grand and beautiful as they possessed, they still could not see. With another surge of pain at the recollection I cringed, glancing at the colorful spots that decorated my otherwise drab and cramped cell.

I stretched my forelegs before me, noticing with apathy that the white substance had found it's way onto my paws. What truly startled me, was when with a normal and completely innocent action, I painted that reality across the floor of the cell. Rainbow phantasms trailed from where my paws had scraped ever so gently across the floor and truly, I had blessed this tragedy of monochrome unity with an unparalleled gift. The reality they ignored was now dancing at my paws, and I remembered now.

I remembered why, on that foggy November evening in the depth of winter, biting cold and snowfall, I had given myself a name. Illusion. It was what they called my reality. The true reality. I wanted to help them, really I did. Looking at their world I saw only sadness, a miserable world of grays with all work and no play. I saw something truly awful. What I saw was a world in which people were all the same, in which there was only motivation to trudge through the day with the sweet reward of slumber. The way I saw it, if you were to live in such a fruitless way, why not slumber forever, if it is what you desire? After all, the dreams of the inhabitants of this drab world were the closest thing they came to my world. The real world. And they rejected it, discarded it, and forgot it when the light of their somber white sunlight pried their eyelids and drug them from the comfortable embrace of my world.

My name brought with it vague remembrances of my past, various scenes which I couldn't piece together as a whole. Scattered puzzle pieces, which I could usually fit together- if not for their broken condition. So many of them simply discarded, gone forever... or at least hidden from me in a place I either hadn't found the key for yet, or maybe something as insignificant as underneath the mental couch. Regardless, this was not my current plight.

Observing the reality dancing at my paws I reached a little further, curious and a bit lightheaded from the pounding in my skull. At the touch of my nails I watched the bars deteriorate into a pleasant display of colors unseen by the common eye. I felt a small smile tug at my face and rising to my legs I breezed through the bars that were simply that, an illusion.

This is my world. This is my freedom.
I felt a fuzziness over my mind lifted as I left the trap of falsehood and slipped into the liberating embrace of open air, of true, real air.
I remembered faces, names, places I had been, likewise for places I had yet to go. Places I always wanted to see. To really see.
I recalled vaguely, that who and why were simple questions. If I had been in my true state of mind, I would have known all along. You see, I am Illusion, the parra brought to this earth for one soul purpose.
To restore reality in citizens who deny the blatant truth.
Why was I here? Also easy. Elementary, truly. I tried to spread my world, to give others the liberation which they had always sought. They had enjoyed it, too, the freedom I gave them. The happiness. And yet... there were some who clung so desperately to their own falsehood, they refused to acknowledge anything aside from their own, sad little world.
I did not understand.
Too stubborn to admit I was correct, or try to change their ways, they simply locked me away- as if it would silence me or keep the truth from the eyes of the public. Rumors are still spreading, the truth is spreading with them.
Their petty reality cannot hold me, and soon I will complete my mission.
Come, sit. I will show you the truth as well.

Story @ ♠Trollish♠

Art and other stuff @ Me

If the words are encroaching on the border try fire fox or internet explorer

[Oh-J]

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"He's got fasting black lungs

Made of clove splintered shards

They're the kind that will talk

Through a wheezing of coughs "
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name : Sammael


name meaning : (סמאל); Variant spelling of Hebrew Samael, the name of an Angel of Death, meaning "whom God makes", "God's wrath", and "venom of God."


name reason : The name's meaning truly gave me the inspiration to work on this form. Samael is said to be one of the seven archangels, the ruler over the fifth heaven although they resides in the seventh heaven, and the angel of death. The name variation, Sammael, rather means "venom of god", this meaning rather fits this Parrapup due to their odd leakage from the beak and eyes.


the song : The Widow By Mars Volta


the reason for the song : The beginning four lines of the song;
He's got fasting black lungs,
Made of clove splintered shards
They're the kind that will talk
Through a wheezing of coughs ,
signify a lot about his appearance since their is that strange white liquid that drips constantly. This would in reality cause the being much trouble with breathing and speaking even the simplest sentences. The atmosphere itself in the song is very dreary when it comes to the trumpet rifts and guitar manipulation that play constantly behind the vocals. And the video accompanies this feeling with very heavy imagery and symbols that appear.


gender : Born male but identifies as genderfluid - They/Them pronouns


age : Sammael is about 25 years of age.


birth date : 1/13/1989


sexuality : pansexual


astrological sign : capricorn


zodiac sign : the dragon {year of the dragon}


Inner chara-type : Dandere, i.e; ultra-shy, almost to the point of looking emotionless.
(this was just a joke, don't really take this seriously. qwq)



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"And I hear him every night

In every pore

And every time he just makes me warm "
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personality traits :
passive | sympathetic | quiet | melancholic | polite | compassionate


personality :
Sam, despite his name and grimmer appearance - is actual quite the docile and silent Parrapup. It's not like he was like this ever since birth but he did acquire a more timid personality as a fledgling. This was mostly due to his interactions with other little parras when they went to fledgling school. Many thought of him as a strange creepy bird off first looks and his selective muteness did not help his case. Sam as the years progressed thought maybe it was how he acted so to maybe improve his social life, he sacrifice his own needs and preferences to help others meet their own needs. Sammael makes sure that people he interacts with feels like they are comfortable with themselves and understood. Doesn't need many friends but the friends does have are treated with royalized intentions. This would mean he is okay with standing in the background instead of the limelight per-say. Just know that Sam will always be there for his friends and will never leave their sides after seeing past his "Monstrous" image.


quirks :
There are a few characteristics that makes Sammael stand out from the rest of Parraverse. His biggest one is being selectively mute, he can speak sure but it's quite difficult with uttering even the most simplest phrases like "Hello. How are you?" or "Thank you so much!". This goes back to his theme song, The Widow by Mars Volta, where it takes about a man with lung cancer, this relates to Sam since that liquid constantly drips and most-likely festers in his lungs. The substance impairs the parrapup's speech with coughing and wheezing and a lot of that white liquid spraying everywhere.


likes/dislikes:
✓
- Sherlock
- Friends
- Plushness/Softness
- Milkshakes
❌
- Sudden loud noises
- Being Alone
- Darkness




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"Freeze without an answer

Free from all the shame

Must I hide?

Cause I'll never

Never sleep alone"
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by me

[Luscinia]

Username: Lioncourt
Name: Nacht
Name Meaning: 'Night' in German
Name Reason: She looks a bit like something that'd appear in my nightmares [which for some reason appeals to me xD], so, half of the word 'nightmare'. Plus, her design is very dark like the night, and the German language has an eerie feel to it. [In my opinion]
Gender: Female
Song: "Mz. Hyde" by Halestorm
Reason for Song: It's based off of the way I'd make her personality. Her façades switch around often, to the point where nobody knows what her true personality is. Plus, it just feels so fitting to her appearance.

[underdog,]

Username: I don't bite
Name: Ninguno
Name Meaning: None (literly the word none)
Name Reason: Because there are none of the colors of the rainbow. He's just so dull color wise.
Gender: Male
Song: The World is Black
Reason for Song: His colors are so dark and there's no color in him.

[Tatangi]

reserve!

Username: Raven Brigade
Name: Inkling
Name Meaning: N/A
Name Reason: The goo/ink that is dripping from his eyes and beak gave me the idea, but the monochrome color scheme gave me the name.
Gender: Male
Song: Starset's Point Of No Return
Reason for Song: It's about never looking back, and making sure that when you leave the past behind you there's nothing to tempt you into turning back. If Inkling were to become my Para, then his backstory would really be inspired by this song.

[Galactica Tsunami]

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Reserve so hard ghhhh

[Calder]

Username: Calder
Name: Laraine
Name Meaning: sorrowful
Name Reason: she's very bitter, pessimistic, and has a dark sense of humor. She also often secludes herself and only smiles at what others would think is morbid.
Gender: female
Song: Paint it Black - VersaEmerge
Reason for Song: she gets easily annoyed just by having others around her and finds laughter annoying. She is very antisocial as well.

[The Safe Haven]

Res.