[ryuuhou]

won by ~soul~

swamp fiend!
they have a fur cowl/cape though its very short. the little glowy dots move around on the lighter parts of their body!
extras are fine! ends April 1st

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username:
gg name:
element: common-uncommon
Favorite instrument that calms them down?:

extra points if you make up a reason to why they need to be calmed down with some kind of instrument!

[Alihorse]

username: Alihorse
gg name: Stitches
element: common-uncommon res
Favorite instrument that calms them down?: Violin calms them because it just sounds so lovely.
Why?:
She has panic attacks and anger problems. When she was young she was traumatized and now has to take medication for it.

[notwearingsocks]

dropping out

[~Soul~]

I V Y
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Username: ~Soul~
Gg Name: Ivy

Element:
Earth

Favorite instrument that
calms them down?:
The Native Flute

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A l l ~ F o r ~ A ~ R e a s o n
Please listen as you read

Ivy tends to stress out very easily, rather or not things will go right that day, or if she is making the right choice or not. With all the stress in her life, she tends to lose sleep or sleeps rather poorly. When tense she tends to snap back and wants to be left alone in her own little corner and she doesn't like being that way. So with this she tends to listen to music at the end of the day. She calls it her "Me Time". This helps her unwind, relax and let her mind go blank as she listens to the soft sound of the Native Flute. One reason why the Native Flute is so calming to her is because they only come in one key. The one she likes to listen to is in A minor, and each flute has its own meaning, Ivy keeps a A minor Flute with an Eagle decoration and embedded with little tiny pieces of turquoise in it. In many native cultures the eagle is a symbol for wisdom and and purpose, and often the heavy question that rest on Ivy's mind is "What is my Purpose" and she could lay in bed for hours asking herself this. The music is what tends to set her mind at easy as if to say, "worry about it another day child, for now rest". This is why she keeps the Flute close at hand. Even when one plays the Flute, it makes you concentrate on your breathing, if you don't breath smoothly and even your notes will come out shaky and rough. To get the beautiful soft sound breathing is key and is what helps one meditate and relax.

L i t t l e ~ T h i n g s
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● L i k e s ●

- Strawberries -
- Spring Mornings -
- Quiet -
- Nature -
- Meditation Dancing -
- Incense -
- Rain -
- Fire Flys -
- Music -

● D i s l i k e s ●

- Chaos -
- Sour -
- Hot Days -
- Cities -
- Stress -
- Negativity -
- Cages -
- Body Shaming -
- Harming -

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S o m e o n e ~ T h a t ~ I ~ K n o w

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Heptite

Ivy and Heptite has a good friendship, occasionally talking here and there and catching up with Heptite isn't busy with this little ones. Though he is always appearing an disappearing though out Ivy's life is the wrong order and all that. So often Ivy keeps a little note book filled with the times in which she has talked to him, so that way he knows what conversations she has has with him in that point of time. Though in the forest on the edge of a swap where she lives its rather difficult for her to keep in stalk of his favorite fruit, Oranges. She never really cared all that much for Oranges, not until she me Heptite, its one of his favorite snack and the one thing that convinced him in sticking around a little longer. Though never knowing when he would appear, she ended up eating them and using the rinds to help the plants that grow around her home. She lives with in the base of a Gian Old red wood tree that has been hollowed out by herself and decorated by the things in which she has collected and with the help of the oranges she has consumed keeps the tree health oddly enough, though really its her elements that keeps her tree from falling over and squashing her.

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I n t o ~ T h e ~ I v y

Ivy is a girly that tends to wish to be more then what she is, she wishes she could be move out there and adventurous and that just never happens. She tends to get anxious and stressed out. Most of the time the best thing for her is to push her into something new that isn't a huge leap. Rather it be trying a new food, going to a new place near a place she already knows or being introduced to something and letting her dip her toes in. Anything that can be over whelming or a scenery over load could be very problematic and will lead her her panicking or snapping.

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A ~ P l a c e ~ C a l l e d ~ H o m e

Ivy's home is on the edge between a swamp and a lush forest. Though born deep in the Swamp with two other siblings, she turned her back of the swamp to find something new and figure out who she is. The only problem is she is to afraid to stray away from the edge of the swamp. Though the edge of the swamp is that farthest any of her family or others that where born there would dare to go. This Old Red wood that had been cut down for its wood still lives on, only with the help of some orange rinds and Ivy's ability to help plants grow and flourish. She was the one that found this tree and hollowed it out herself and now hides her treasures and such with in the little den. She has some old ragged blankets and a towel along with with some old Christmas lights that had been thrown out. In her free time, Ive likes to look for things to add to her den to decorate, though she wishes dearly that those Christmas lights would light up, she keeps then anyway because their still lovely. Though hidden in the blankets and such is her native flute in which she "found" and keeps close to her. This little home is nice and snug and is small in which for her is comforting. She likes enclosed spaces because she knows nothing can come up and surprise her or harm her. Her home is something that she takes pride in and has worked hard to make.

[Foxy The Pirate]

username ;; Foxy The Pirate
gg name ;; Lotus
element ;; Descry
favorite instrument that calms them down? ;; !! trumpet fam
why ? ;; Trumpet already sounds like an angry instrument, but it can also sound smooth and calm.
wip !!!

[Impossible Reality]

username:
Impossible Reality

gg name:
Lakin

element:
common-uncommon

Favorite instrument that calms them down?:

Wip this little heathen will be mine <3

[rem sleep]

more like swamp fri e n d

[Chippitty]

mark

[happysparrow]

username: happysparrow
gg name: Kelpie
element: Water
Favorite instrument that calms them down?:
Kelpie's rage is due to one fact and one fact only - the fact that he really hadn't done anything to deserve any fury against him. Had he eaten a few chickens? Maybe. Had he broken a couple fences? ...perhaps. But had he hurt any other living creature that he was not planning on eating? Never! The only thing that had the right to be furious against him was chickens and other small critters. Yet here was, just as furious due to the injustice dealt to him. One brave soul, however, had ventured out into the swamp with a cello. Kelpie had been suspicious at first, sniffing at the instrument and giving a low growl; however, this all stopped as soon as the cellist began to play. With the deep, melancholy noise coming from the instrument, Kelpie soon found himself backing down, and then slowly sitting in order to stay and hear the remainder of the importance. To this day, the people Kelpie used to steal chickens from have long learned that the best way to soothe their sort of spooky neighbor was with meat they didn't mind gifting, and the song of a cello.

[Rondell]

Basic Info:

~My Username: Rondell

~Gg's Name: Scudder; I.E 'The Swamp Boogie'

~Gg's Sex: Female

~Element: Earth

While Scudder is capable of moving medium-sized boulders with a fair amount of skill, she doesn't do it very often. No, she mostly uses her abilities for far less strenuous things... like flinging mud at any adult who dares to trespass in her neck of the swamp! Of course if that doesn't make the trespasser go away, she's not afraid to resort to plan 'B' - a studious focusing of her energies will make any unfortunate rock which falls beneath her gaze explode into a million pieces. This process is quite simple. All Scudder has to do is envision the rock she wishes to shatter, particularly the center of it - the very core. Then she causes this core to expand rapidly outward, thus forcing the rest of the rock to do the same. The loud 'bang' this causes, along with all the sharp pointy bits which go flying in every direction, is usually enough to deter even the most curious visitor. Especially when Scudder sends a few of those bits flying directly at the intruder's head! She can explode rocks that are far too large for her to move, you see, and the flying pieces can be the size of baseballs. On calmer days, Scudder uses her abilities to shape piles of rocks, pebbles and mud into strange shapes and figures, which she then decorates with sticks, grass and flowers. Sometimes she uses them for target practice. Other times she leaves them around as company, until she either gets bored of them or until they fall apart under their own power.

((sketch by yours truly))

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The Swamp Boogie:

Likes:

~ Children
~ Solitude (unless kids)
~ Tubas
~ Mud
~ Watching fireflies
~ Eating bugs
~ Growing Lichen on her fur
~ Making up games

~The 'Ol Stomping Ground: Scudder lives all by herself in remote swamp which sits at the very fringe of GG territory, kept company by the trees, the bugs, the snakes, the birds, and all the little fuzzy mammal-type things which are so much fun to chase but not so much fun to eat because of the mouthful of fur you always get when you bite them. Needless to say, she doesn't get much company. Few care to trek out into the middle of nowhere just to watch the moss grow. Which is just fine by her. Because whenever anyone does manage to find their way out to her little patch of paradise - if your version of paradise is full of stagnant water and slugs - she chases them off as quickly as she possibly can, making use of her elemental powers whilst hiding out of sight in the bushes. If she ever runs into anyone who can't be chased off, Scudder simply hides and growls at them, tracking their progress from the shadows until they are safely out of her territory.The thought of losing track of any trespasser is the stuff of nightmares! Who knows what they could get up to if she took her eyes off of them? They could even... steal... her... TUBA. *shudders* Thus Scudder has set up - and daily maintains - a simplistic yet effective series of traps and tricks that are scattered throughout her swamp and are intended to alert her to passerby. The traps are placed more closely together around the old dead tree in which she makes her den. The thing was killed by a lightning strike more then fifty years ago, and is in an advanced state of decay. No stranger has ever violated the sanctity of this rotted-out colossus, and Scudder intends to keep it that way. Of course encounters with outsiders always leave Scudder very tightly wound and twitchy. Which is where her prize obsession possession comes in...

~Favorite Instrument: Tuba

Tubas are huge instruments, as anyone can tell you, and they're also pretty darn heavy. Not to mention unwieldy. Therefore it takes a massive amount of effort for most anyone to handle one - even a Goblin Gator that's 6 1/2 feet tall by 11 feet long who spends most of her days handing out in trees. Thus the Tuba is Scudder's way to calm herself down - not only does she like the sound of it (although she can't carry a tune in a bucket), but the shear effort of man-handling the thing into position and getting up enough wind in her lungs to force a note from the brass beast burns off the vast majority of her nervous energy before she even starts in on her 'song'. Then, the harder she blows, the faster she finds herself calming down. Plus Tubas are shiny, and what self respecting GG doesn't like shiny things? Keeping her Tuba polished in the midst of a gucky swamp is a whole other way for her to calm down - the repetitive movement involved has a tendency to lull her into an almost meditative state.

Dislikes:

~ Adults in her territory
~ Baths
~ Rain (see above)
~ Winter
~ Wide open spaces
~ Towns
~ Silence
~ Worms/maggots
~ Traveling

~How she got her tuba: Quite simply, a traveling human had it on them and when Scudder started flinging mud from the bushes, they dropped it in their haste to get away from the 'monster'. Scudder let the thing sit in the weeds for several days before daring to approach it, having never seen anything like it before and having no clue what to do with it. Once she finally got up the curiosity to investigate, though, and swiped a bit of the dried mud off with her forepaw, she saw the shining brass and knew she had to have the thing. So she drug it all the way back to her den. It took her several hours of further investigation to figure out that if she put her mouth there and blew like so... a sound came out. Now she can't get enough of it!

~A Fearsome Reputation: While the brassy sound of a Tuba wafting through the swamp is certainly strange, it 's generally not the sort of noise that sends a chill down one's spine in the dark of night, and would have no place in a horror movie. Unless the racket is coming from Scudder's swamp. Humans in the area generally give the mangy-looking patch a wide berth, even if it adds several hours to their travel time, and flat refuse to enter after dark, purely out of terror for the beast which dwells within. You see, tales of Scudder's mud-flinging and rock-exploding have become greatly embellished over the years, as each person unlucky enough to draw her attentions sought to recoup a bit of their mud-splattered dignity in front of their friends, family and neighbors. Her admittedly large form has grown gigantic. Her eyes have become burning cinders. Her appetite is for human flesh. Pebbles have become boulders.... Thus Scudder's reputation is much more terrible and ugly than she herself actually is, or ever will be. She doesn't mean any harm. Really. She just wants to be left alone.

~Children: Scudder has always loved children - whether they're a member of her own species or a wayward human, she feels entirely at ease around them in a way she's never known in the company of adults. She can play with them. She can talk to them. She can curl up around them and keep them safe... while their arms around her neck makes her feel safe. It's not simply their small size, though that's a part of it. It's also the way they look at the world and react to the things around them. Scudder finds it familiar, simple, rational and comfortable. Thus the cries of a lost child in Scudder's swamp are guaranteed to send her running to the rescue! In fact, she can get quite lonely when she hasn't had company in a while, and has been known to lure children away from nearby human communities so that she can play with them. Which does wonders for her reputation *sarcasm*. It is from these children - who treat Scudder much like an imaginary friend - that she gets her fearsome moniker: The Swamp Boogie. Because she's big, green, and slimy. Like a boogie. Scudder loves it. Yet in the end, lost children are found and visiting ones must go home. Sometimes - more often than she cares to admit - she never sees them again, and her loneliness returns. Of course there will always be more children for her to play with. There are plenty of children in the world. Scudder just wishes that she had one or two that wouldn't go away for once; one or two or three or so that she could have as friends forever more, so they could play together in the swamp for always, and never be lonely again. It's her fondest dream.

~The Secret of the Swamp Boogie: To put it simply, Scudder isn't as smart as the average GG - she never was, and she never will be. She detests math, yet is capable of basic addition and subtraction. While she can read somewhat, she is limited to very simple books - those which would be classed as '3rd grade' readers. And the vast majority of science is beyond her, despite her her seeming aptitude for basic mechanical principles (which is how she made her traps!). Yet it goes beyond academia. See, she tends to take things very literally, and has trouble understanding sarcasm and figures of speech. This partially helps to explain her ease around children and her frustration when dealing with adults, who have a tendency to use large words and deal with abstract concepts that can confuse her easily. Furthermore, she she detests crowded places. Which is why she's sequestered herself as far away from other GGs (and most humans) as she can get. The other reason is that Scudder is smart enough to know how not-smart she really is. It frustrates her deeply when something is just beyond her grasp, and temper-tantrums occasionally occur. More than that though, many people look down on her because of her limited mental abilities. Or... she fears they do. And it's easier to run and hide, to lash out at anyone who who could bring judgement, than to face what could end up bringing pain and fear. That is to say - adults.

~Scudder Herself: Scudder has a very active imagination, and quite enjoys using it. One of her favorite things is galumphing through her swamp after unfortunate waterfowl, a branch gripped in her forepaw - the bird is a dragon, the branch a sword, and she herself a great hero tasked with defending the kingdom. More than one duck has met its unfortunate end this way. Although Scudder rarely catches her dragons. Instead, she likes to pretend that her great and mighty self was so intimidating that the dragon turned tail and fled the kingdom from fear. Which... isn't really that far from the truth. Another of Scudder's favorite activities is lounging. That is to say, she very much enjoys finding a nice big puddle of mud and flopping down into it. She discovered long ago that not only does mud feel really nice on hot days, but it also makes her skin stop itching (because it gets rid of things like fleas, which one picks up when one lives outside 24/7). Scudder also loves flowers. Any time she finds a flower that strikes her fancy she grabs a hold of it and pulls it out by the roots. Then she carries it back to her den and replants it. She used to simply set it on the ground, where it usually died, but one of the children she lured away from the village several years ago set her straight about basic gardening. Therefore Scudder now has quite the collection of swamp blooms growing around her old dead tree. She's learned many things from her young friends over the years - many, many games, and plenty of useful tricks! She's even used her magic to shape a set of 'marbles' out of the ever-present swamp pebbles. Though she frequently looses them and has to make new ones.