[Lioashu]

★ What is a Celestial Dragon? ★
Celestial Dragons(CDs) are a small breed of dragon, closely related to Fu Dogs. They have a silky, ethereal mane that swirls and shines like a galaxy. They vary in size from a small fox to a large dog, and are covered in a thin coat of soft fur. Their pupils are star shaped, and every CD has a star marking in their coat or mane. Please make sure to read the species rules before trying out!

I've had this babe in the works for a little while now, but I think they're all ready to go-
they're based off of a mix between a blue jay and a blue bird!
This celestial is Lunar rarity! Their wings are purely for show, and do not function. Please do not write anything in relations to wing functionality (unless its them not functioning).

This competition involves writing only. There will be no extras.
I want you to write about their character! What their personality is, and how they came to be the way they are today.

Please respect your competitors, and the end date will be May 27th.

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[b]cd name;[/b]
[b]cd gender and orientation;[/b] (read species rules!)
[b]personality;[/b] (max. 200 words)
[b]backstory;[/b] (max. 1000 words)[/size][/center]


Username: sschw
Name: Quill
Gender / Orientation: Male, Pansexual

[Corvuss]

Username

sschw

CD Name

Quill

CD Gender and Orientation

Male, Pansexual

Personality

As a pup Quill was very optimistic and always looking to the future. He was always in his own world and payed little attention to his family. As he grew older he became more self critical and less optimistic, but still kept to himself.
After his flying accident and his family not coming to get him he decided he didn't need them anyways. To others he tries his best to appear superior. He acts as if others are a nuisance to him, and as if everything he does is purposeful even if its a mistake. He cares a lot for his appearance. The fastest way to get on his bad side would be to question his wings or inability to fly. The subject will make him angry, especially if its being asked in a negative way as if something is wrong with him.
The way Quill felt before being rescued still sticks with him and shaped a part of his personality. He feel bad for young creatures that have been hurt or abandoned and will try to help them if he can. If he was asked about it he would deny having helped at all.

Backstory

When Quill was young his dream was to fly. Every day he would watch birds and stand at the end edge of the cliff his family lived near. The moment he would stretch his wings to try to fly his parents would call him back in a hurry and he never understood why. He knew he could do it eventually. The day finally came where his family would be moving away from the cliff, but this also meant all of them were busy. His parents were planning how their move would go and his sibling was also distracting them. He took the opportunity to finally try. With a running start he leapt off the cliff and spread his wings.
Air rushed around him through his fur and the feathers of his wings, but it was too much. The air began to pull feathers from his thin wings, and no matter what he did. He tried everything he had seen the birds do. He angled them, held them out, and even tried to turn in the air but nothing worked. With a thud he hit the ground, and began to yell for help. His whole body hurt and he felt like he couldn't move. His eyes locked onto the top of the cliff. They would come for him wouldn't they?
Eventually his calls turned to whimpers and he began to give up. Quill was losing hope until he heard quiet footsteps crunching toward him. His mind fought over ideas of what it could be, whether it was his parents coming to save him or an animal to eat him.
A creature walked from the foliage that towered over him standing on its hind legs.

The creature was actually a kind Viscet named Serphiel. He often took in viscets from a nearby camp that was located on the opposite side of a maze of tall rocks and steep drop offs. Serphiel always helped guide those he saved after they were healed to give them the best chance to be happy after they go, if they chose not to stay. Quill lived with Serphiel while he recovered. His wings never worked as he grew up, but Serphiel told him they never would have in the first place. His injuries hadn't caused it. After regaining all of his strength, Quill began to use his wings to his advantage and found something that could give him the feeling of flight. He would go to the rocky cliffs every morning to practice climbing and leaping from pillar to pillar. He would search for any fallen travelers that didn't make it all the way through. If they were small enough he could carry them to safety himself, but if not he would report them to Serphiel so he could take them. He maintains his negative outlook, but on the inside he still feels for those he helps save.

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Res with name Athena <3

[TipsyBearTender]

username; NightSouls
cd name; Tideerial (Tide-e-rial)
cd gender and orientation; Male, Pansexual
personality; Tide is a total gentleman, he adores showing others that manners are a key to males. Ladies often fall for this quality but he is really only interested in his lady, Artemis. She helped him develop many important aspects about himself he did not know anything about before. Like his curiosity for his similarity with a bird, Tide never knew he was so closely related to a small creature like a blue bird. His name makes reference to the place were he was born, a large tide pool in a rocky coast. He really enjoys exploring the shores and rocky coasts and study the star fish that live there.
backstory; Narrated from the first person "It was not the day I ran that I realized my life would never be the same, that only happened when I saw her. That summer evening was as one could imagine, the sunny warmth, the sunstet bathing us with its colors as it was swallowed by the great sea, and me. I stood there watching the colors change with the passing of another day, those victorious vibrant colors shimmered with congratulations of anlther survided day in the Earth. I had spent my day picking up shells and stars for my mother to see them when she was back from food gathering, my day turned out to be wasted when she never showed up. I cried for hours to at least her her voice in the distance saying that she would be coming home soon, but I heard nothing but the crashing of the waves. As the water was rising I was sent back further and further from my loved tide pools. The fear was getting to me and my fure rised up in alarm, if I did not run away from my beach the sea would take me away and I'd not be able to meet my momma if she came back. Running was the obvious choice eventually and I did, I ran like nobod could ever catch me, like I had no choice. When I woke up the next morning I was resting on a new beach, the sand and water looked and smelled different. There were no rocks nearby either. But I could find another being like me, she had lilac soft fur and a pastel orange swimsuit. She had caught my eye like the best things in our dreams could. As I had never spoken to a girl before I found myself strangely nervous, my flightless wings seemed to be as fluffy as ever and my face peach red. Moments passed before she came and talked to me, her voice was so sweet and melodic. She and her family took me in after I explained what had happened. They agreed to let me look for my momma as long as I always told them where I was going to look for her. Artemis, who I managed to properly speak to after two weeks had passed, taught me many things hence to her being charmingly mature and kind. I always try to think like she does, gentle and not asking many questions, not judging at all. It became a trait I wanted to generate in me, after understanding why she was who she was everything became simple and sweetly private for us. Our relationship had its ups and downs and we both had being with others befoe each other, but her eyes always drew me closer"

[iBrevity]

ooooh what a beautiful design <3

[KCADO]

WIP
username; KCADO
cd name; Arceus (ar- see- uh- s)
cd gender and orientation; neutrois; ace/biromantic
personality; (max. 200 words)
backstory; (max. 1000 words)

[Colorstone]

“𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖚𝖗𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞. 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖑, 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊, 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊, 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑.”

username;ʏᴏɴᴅᴜ.
name; Marxus
gender and orientation;Male, Bicurious
personality; Marxus is a gentle, kind soul. He loves the outdoors, and nature itself. He tries his best to make everyone he knows as happy as possible, because he knows no one lives forever. He doesn't want anyone he's close to to be hurt, but everyone has their limits when it comes to helping people.
Even Marxus.

backstory; Marxus grew up mostly alone, as his parents weren't the best. He usually roamed the vast forests surrounding him,
stopping to admire the beautiful scenery around him. Various birds of different sizes, shapes, and colors flew past him, singing their lovely songs and perching in the trees. Bunches and patches of flowers occupied every square inch of the forests, and small ponds rested on top of the grass. He spent a lot of his time laying under oak trees, taking naps and watching the foxes, rabbits, and other animals run by, and he couldn't help but smile at the small rabbit kits jumping and playing with one another, eating the succulent berries off the many bushes in the forest.

It was like any other normal day, really. Marxus sat underneath the tree, wrapping his tail around the bark and kneading his paws on the soft, dewy grass. It had rained the night before, so there weren't as many forest creatures lurking about like there usually are. Maxus yawned, and spotted a small blue bird on the ground in front of him. He paused, staring at the creature. Getting up, he padded over, poking it with his wet nose. The bird seemed to be in pain, and unable to move his left wing. Marxus gently lifted the bird into his mouth and carried it with him back to the tree. Laying it down on the grass, he patiently waited for the bird to wake up, for any sign of life at all. His eyes softened as he realized the bird might not wake up. It's little eyes closed, it seemed to be frozen in time. Marxus used his paw to dig a small hole in the cool, brown dirt. He layed the bird in the hole, and covered it. That was the day.
The day Marxus promised himself to treat everything and everyone with kindness and respect.

[Lioashu]

oops I completely forgot to post on this yesterday, but I'm extending this to June 10th. I won't have too much time between now and then to really judge, and everyone gets plenty of time to finish their forms.

[Stårry]

Mark c:

[Seriana]

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