[AlaskanAlpaca]

I learned two things while working on this design.
1) Black*Star's hair is VERY difficult to recreate in my style on a Lumiera. 2)
It's near impossible to find a plain gif of Black*Star grinning, despite the
fact that he does that almost all the time. I don't understand this difficulty.
I guess it's just like his personality //is shot//

Anyways, this one's a little later (BUT ITS STILL MONDAY) sorry about that.
Just expect the next few to be posted in the evening/night time also.

To win this Lumiera, you do not have to have seen the anime Soul Eater.
He is simply inspired by one of the characters. You do not have to name this Lumi
anything related to Soul Eater whatsoever. NONE OF THE SOUL EATER
LUMIERAS CAN TRANSFORM NOR DO THEY HAVE SPECIAL POWERS.

This Lumiera is a story based Lumi. To win him, tell me of a time when
he had to be very sneaky, like a ninja, or, more correctly, the Dark
Assassin Black*Star. You have 1000 words to tell this story in. You also
may have 500 words to do with as you please, but they may NOT be
added into your story, nor can the words from the story be grafted
into the 500. You also can have up to 2 pieces of art.

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Username;;
Lumiera Name;;
Gender;; Male (unchangeable)
Sneaky story(1000 words max);;
Extra:(500 words max)
Art(2 pieces max)

This ends October 13th at 11:59 pm central time.

[Anima]

Username;; anima
Lumiera Name;;
Gender;; Male (unchangeable)
Sneaky story(1000 words max);;
Extra:(500 words max)
Art(2 pieces max)

[ᴀᴇᴠɪɪ]

He's gorgeous Amper <3

Mark

[T h e M a r t i a n]

Username;; Aggie Grad

Lumiera Name;; Alex
Gender;;Male

Sneaky story;;

Personality

[Novi]

Username;; underfaker
Lumiera Name;; Sol
Gender;; Male
Sneaky story;; When stealing, you gotta be quick. You gotta be careful, and sly... Like a... Like a fox. Yeah.
When stealing, you need to be wary of your surroundings. You have to be alert at all times.
When stealing, you need to NOT act like Sol.

It's not that Sol was incompetent... Okay, so maybe that was one of the reasons. So what? It gets the point across that Sol is not capable to be a thief. It's just not in his blood - which is hard to believe, considering his background.
Yes, Sol was abandoned as a babe and left on a doorstep by his biological parents. Yes, he was left with a small note: "Please take care of our son. We can no longer keep him, and want the best for him."
Yes, had he been taken in, he would've had the life of a noble. Yes, he would've been raised properly.

If only he had he been taken in by the nobles.

Instead, just moments before anyone came to the door, thieves flooded the doorstep, all seemingly captivated by this young child. Within moments, they'd taken him in their arms and fled.
From that moment on, the thieves had raised Sol as one of their own. The leader of this little gang - a scraggly male by the name of Killswitch - took Sol under his wing. He made the young Lumiera his apprentice; he taught him everything he knew. You'd think, that with a teacher like the mastermind thief that was Killswitch, Sol would've carried on his legacy.

Well, he didn't.

You see, unlike Killswitch, Sol had something called a conscience. This conscience kept telling him right from wrong, and unlike Killswitch and the rest of the gang, Sol couldn't simply shut it off. Instead, every time he did something wrong, Sol's conscience would get the best of him and he'd run off and admit to his dastardly ways. This made him popular with the townspeople.
This made him hated by the thieves.

So, at the age of ten, Sol was given a test: either successfully steal something and NOT let his conscience get the better of him, or leave and never return. Knowing Sol's dependence on the thieves, I'm guessing you also know which option he chose.

So, here the young Lumiera sat, waiting behind a stack of wooden crates, just outside the marketplace. He'd been waiting for at least an hour now, waiting for the grocer at her stand to turn her back, so he could snatch her coin purse and make a run for it.
For at least an hour, he'd been at war with his conscience.

"This isn't right," it kept saying. "We can't just DO this. This is illegal! You'll get your hand cut off, and then what?"
Sol grimaced at the thought of getting his hand cut off for thievery. He obviously didn't want that. But at the same time, he didn't want to be abandoned again.

So it was with a heavy heart that Sol promptly told his conscience to shut its trap. It was with a heavy heart that Sol silently crept up behind the old grocer lady, sticking to the shadows. And it was with a heavy heart that Sol reached into the lady's strongbox, grabbed her coin purse, and booked it.

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Upon his return, Sol was welcomed with open arms. He was praised countless times for his success. But at what cost? The young male retained a cold look on his face, seemingly ignorant to the congratulations he was receiving. His morals had died, and along with them, his spirit.

That next morning, Killswitch awoke to the sound of a cry. Rushing over to the commons, he was met with a sight that flooded him with emotions.
All their supplies was gone. Their food, their weapons, their riches... All gone. And to top it all off, Sol was nowhere to be found.
Like a thief in the night, he disappeared without a trace. Like a thief in the night, he stole everything they had and left, never to return to that which he once called his home.

(687 words)
Extra:(500 words max)
Art(2 pieces max)

wip

[Blumoonwolf]

Username;;
Blumoonwolf

Lumiera Name;;
Black Star
(I dunno if this is okay, if not, feel free to PM me, I have other names I could chose.)

Gender;;
Male

Sneaky story(1000 words max);;
The cobblestone under his feet dug into his pawpads, as he turned the corner.
The muted shouts behind him was alarming, and he didn't have much time.
Though the city guard didn't know it, he was only trying to help.

He stole from the rich and gave to the poor.

From the bag around his neck he took a golden crown and quickly shoved it into the mail slot on a house that looked hours away from falling over.

He didn't do this as often as he should, but after seeing the punishment the last troublemaker had gotten, he was on the tips of his toes, all the time.

Then the calls got louder, and the long shadows of the people chasing him surrounded him, and in a moment of panic, he scraped aside two cement blocks and squeezed under the house.

"Where are you.. you thief?" A tough, burly voice called out.
"I'll find you, I will." He promised, malice in his voice seeped terror into Black Star's bones.

And then the voice stopped, and Black Star could hear heavy boots clomping away.
He had escaped, for now.

(Wow, usually I write the longest stories ever, welp, I hope this is okay for now)

Extra:

Personality:
Shy-Clever-Loyal-Skittish-Sly

This Lumiera is shy, often skirting your gaze, or any questions asked towards him.
Many suspect that this is just his nature... but maybe he has a secret to hide?

He's claustrophobic an d skittish, and a crowd of strangers is his worst nightmare.
He hates being around the loud and noisy, boisterous people and instead loves to be smiling and
spending time with friends.
And that's mainly what he does.
Slinking on the outskirts of- well- any group activity- you can find him, laughing and playfully
teasing his friends, even gently pushing them, or mimicking being annoying so they all laugh.

His loyalty is undying, and even though like all normal people,
he may get in fights with his friends, he's almost always the first one to apologize,
and if he isn't something big has happened.

But, friends aside, he's constantly looking about, and he's very jumpy.
Sometimes, even he'll sneak away, but doing what? No one knows.
He may give you a nervous laugh if you don't know him if you make a funny joke, but something
always seems to be keeping his attention.
And sometimes, you may be walking in front of him, when you see him pause, and his eyes are wide,
like he's realizing something.

Though he may be odd, and often slink out of sight, he's a loyal friend and a funny person.

(Sorry I must ninja this, my favorite number is 12, you used all my favorite colors, and this species is amazing so... FATE)

[groenii]

Username;; Groenii
Lumiera Name;; Jet
Gender;; Male (unchangeable)
Sneaky story(1000 words max);;

"Tch stupid wrapper" Jet mumbled softly as he hastily ducked underneath the window of the neighbouring classroom. It was after school time on the last day of school and Jet had just managed to get out of the room where he was seated before. He'd been told to stay there for detention but no way was he going to sit and endure that unfair punishment like some goody two-shoes. After all, it was the other kid who had started everything. If that kid didn't want to be punched he shouldn't have made nasty remarks. Well, that was something for another time. Right now, Jet had to hide. Since this was the last day before summer vacation, if Jet could get out, he wouldn't be punished for it since that year would count as a new school year. Some doofus had dropped a wrapper of a candy-bar on the ground and Jet had walked right into it. 'Don't these people know anything about cleanliness? What if I get caught?' Jet thought angrily.

After waiting for a couple minutes that seemed to last for an eternity Jet slowly crawled underneath the classroom window until he had passed the room. He then softly but surely headed towards the stairs. He was just about to walk down the stairs when he heard footsteps. Jet froze and, after realizing what he was doing, ducked behind a big plant next to him. 'Phew, just in time' Jet thought as he wiped his forehead with his paw and relief on his face. 'I need to be more careful, this'll shorten my lifespan by a couple years' Jet added when he felt how fast his heart beat. 'Not to mention the punishment if I get caught'. Jet emerged from behind the plant and continued his plan. When he was half-way down the stairs he heard footsteps once more. 'nonononono what do I do?! What do I DO?!' Jet thought frantically, panic plastered all over his face. To his horror he had heard the snarky, high-pitched voice of the principal along with the footsteps. The principal had created a special timeslot in his schedule every tuesday just for Jet, and Jet would rather go without that man's lectures for once. The principal got closer and closer and then... nothing. The stairs were empty. The principal stood still for a while, looking around him, seemingly sensing something. After a while, the principal huffed and continued his walk. Suddenly two paws clawed onto the railing of the stairs, and an exhausted Jet climbed back onto the stairs. IN his desperation, he had climbed over the railing of the stairs to hide himself from the principal. He had succeeded to do so but was now tired and slow.

He continued his way and finally stood in front of the entrance of the school. 'yes, finally!' Jet thought happily as he opened the doors. 'Freedom here I co... huh?' Jet's eyes widened "What?!" Jet exclaimed as he staggered backwards. "how?" he asked dumbfoundedly. In front of him stood none other than the principal. "But... but you went upstairs! I evaded you? How?" Jet asked again. The principal laughed and looked at Jet joyously. "You thought I went up the stairs, but it was the teacher who went back up! He told me you had left the classroom, so I went down to wait for you here. hahaha! I'll see to it that you receive a fitting punishment for your behaviour for today AND tomorrow!"
"NO. noooooooooo!" Jet yelled as the doors of the school closed with a loud bang.

[596/1000 words]

Extra:(500 words max)

Jet is a sly person who hates being forced to do anything. He also dislikes homework and chores, and would much rather do things with friends than sit in a stuffy classroom doing nothing interesting. The only subjects that he'll take willingly are cooking, PE and Spanish. He really likes other cultures and wants to go to Spain one day. Jet's hobby is parkour, which means he'll run over rooftops and perform other dangerous stunts. He does this with a couple friends and is always on the streets rather than inside his house. Jet is incredibly selfish and is the kind of person who makes someone else do all the work during a group assignment. His reputation isn't good as a result, but Jet ignores the others and does whatever he wants. He's been suspected of shoplifting before, but that goes too far for him. Secretly he actually wishes that he'd be more diligent and kind, but he has dyslexia and is too embarrassed to tell others about it. Being tough is everything to Jet, and because he feared he'd be seen as a wuss, he started acting like a brat. Now he feels it is too late to tell people about his reading problems.
[205/500 words]

Art(2 pieces max)

[NE0N-UMBR30N]

Could we maybe get an extension?Id really like to try for this one

[T h e M a r t i a n]

Yeah. I agree with the above. I have been very busy recentlt and want a little more time to finish my form.

[AlaskanAlpaca]

Oh yes, absolutly! Sorry for not extending this earlier. Stressful week //dies// This will be extended to the 13th of October