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 Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 1:21 pm
Yeah, it got kind of long =P Sorry. Also, trade coming soon! It is being difficult and lot loading like it should.
Full Custom Form
Name: Caleus Vance
Age: Kid
Ethnicity/Breed: The creature I used doesn’t really have a name yet. I kind of just combined random sea life together so I shall have to describe it.
They live in the deeper regions of the open ocean, often visiting the shallower waters of tropical regions. Due to the depths they live at their eyes are slightly larger than your average human’s eyes. The iris tends to be larger as well, allowing the pupil to dilate much more than a human eye, making it easier to see in areas the sunlight cannot reach. They have a basic humanoid shape for the most part, having legs instead of fins unlike merpeople. They do have webbing in between their toes, however, helping them gain more speed while swimming. Their skin has no real pigment considering they don’t have any real need for it. However, most of them do have a somewhat blue tinge to their skin making them not see through and clear. Gills are hidden near the base of the ‘hair line’ somewhere near the ears, yet remain beneath the spikes so they are well protected, with the exception of the females who don’t have the same spiky protection. In addition, they are equipped with human-like ears and nose for when they are out of the water; their mouth is also identical to a humans in appearance. As long as they remain well hydrated by drinking large amounts of water they are able to stay on the surface.
There is a rather large difference between the males and females of this odd species. The females don’t tend to be as brightly colored as the males, and only have two arms with smaller fins protruding along the bottoms of their arms. They don’t have spikes but they do have a rather large and beautiful fin protruding from their backs and their bald heads that flow behind them to at least add a sense of grace about them.
The males are the interesting ones. With sea urchin-like spikes in place of hair, they also have some longer ones by their shoulders and shorter ones along the top edge of their upper set of arms serving as a form of defense. They have no pretty fin along their backs to trail behind them. Instead, they have a lower set of arms somewhere not to far beneath their upper set. While their lower arms are by their side they seem like any four armed humanoid fish creature. The show begins when they raise them up. Like a lionfish, they have two huge, extremely showy fins that stretch down from their lower arms, often containing stripes of bright color (usually the color of their particular ‘dominant’ color, in Caleus’ case it would be blue) that will flash and shimmer like the stripes on a neon tetra while trying to show off for females and what not. They also allow the males to be extremely agile and quick while swimming for hunting, and more showing off when in front of females or to intimidate rival males. Their four arms also come in handy when defending themselves/hunting as well. The more arms the better!
The usual color schemes are bright neon blues, greens, oranges, and (unfortunately for some males), purples, yellows, and the dreaded shades of pink. Same for the females, just a great deal duller.
Other than their various fishlike and sea urchin traits they aren’t all that different than humans…that can live underwater…
(Sorry for the length of that, I got all carried away. Describing stuff is hard =( )
Eye Colour: Blue, like the lighter blue waters in the tropics.
Hair Color and Style: Black and neon blue (Kinda like a neon tetra stripe thingy) spikes. Think Sea Urchin spikes, either poking straight up or angled back some.
Clothing: Up to you! As for the color scheme, probably black and neon shades of blue and green.
Accessories: Up to you.
Any Body Art?: Up to you!
Personality: Much like the species he comes from, he tends to be rather showy. He is quite social, therefore he enjoys constant company. Being the center of attention isn’t a must for him, though he certainly does enjoy it, he can be content with just being included in whatever is going on. As for friends, it takes him a bit to warm up enough to actually call someone a friend. Caleus isn’t an extremely trusting person. Once he has decided that someone is his friend, he tends to be protective of them; which no doubt comes from life in the scary deep ocean.
Caleus can be easily amused with shiny things, which can serve as a great form of distraction since at times he can be quite the curious little weird fish/man. However, throwing something shiny his way doesn’t always work, in fact it usually doesn’t unless trying to get him to stop asking questions. With some things he sets his mind to he becomes almost obsessive over them, not allowing anything to get in his way. Stuff he usually gets obsessive about is things that he has claimed as his own; and his guardian can tell you that he likes declaring things as his.
Usually friendly and in a seemingly good mood, he can suddenly become aggressive and competitive at any time. Mostly it is when he either doesn’t get his way or he isn’t winning at something. He is anything but a good sport when it comes to losing. He’ll sit there and become emo. Losing can also bring out a petty side in him. Competitive by nature, there are those times where he’ll be competing with someone that isn’t aware there was some sort of ‘race’ going on, and those are the times it seems completely random to others, but it makes perfect sense in his head.
Reference Images: None
Anything Else?: His height when full grown would probably max out at around 5’10”-6’.
A little bit about his guardian: Marina Vance is a collector of sea life. She came from a somewhat well-off family and started her collection of rare fish at a young age. Now that she is older and on her own, the interior of her house resembles an aquarium. Rather than walls, she has gigantic tanks that make up the walls filled with various sea creatures and plants. The bedrooms in the back use normal walls instead of glass tanks, instead there are smaller tanks built in to small alcoves for decoration.
She loves the ocean so much, her home is located on the beach and she enjoys going diving in search of new species. To support her expensive hobby she owns a night club whose theme is not so surprisingly centered around aquatic life. The club was given to her by her parents. Her half-brother Viktor owns half; though he lets her do whatever she wants due to the fact he refuses to associate himself with such a place.
Your child has brought home a mysterious animal, one that you can't find in any book. Concerned, you try to find the owner, but your child doesn't want to give it up. What happens? What kind of pet is it? How is it all resolved?
“Don’t you do it…” Marina warned, her index finger pointing at Caleus as she kept her distance, “Don’t you do it.”
The two appeared to be in a standoff, the woman had her eyes glued on the boy, slowly shaking her head while her body remained frozen in place. Caleus had both his eyes on her. His two lower arms were folded in front of him while one of his hands on his upper arms was placed on his waist. The fourth arm was raised in the air, and there, dangling above his open mouth was a black fish flopping around helplessly.
“Put him back.” Marina ordered, finally taking a small step forward only to jump back as the fish was lowered closer to its doom, “Cal…”
The spikes on top of his head rose up as they so often did right before he did something he shouldn’t, “But I’m hungry.”
“I know. Dinner is almost ready, so just put him back nice and slow.”
Shaking his head in protest he lowered the Black Tang even closer to his mouth until he could practically taste it. Ever so slowly his teeth began to close around the wriggling fish.
“Cal!” Marina shouted, “Caleus Vance! You put him back right now! That would be a $475 dollar meal, mister!”
“Fine!” The child shouted back at her as he flung the fish high into the air, the poor thing barely making it over the edge of the humongous tank where it immediately swam off into the darker shadows amongst the rocks.
Speaking in a calmer voice, Marina gave a nod of her head, “Thank you. They are not for eating. You can play with them, but they are not food, no matter how hungry you are.”
Grumbling and folding both pairs of his arms he sat back down on the floor where he had been before this whole incident occurred, "I know." He picked up a crayon and began to color his picture of a fish he was in the process of drawing, sending little angry glares in his mother’s direction.
“Where did you find him again?” Their dinner guest asked from her spot on the couch, her glass of wine almost empty from watching the amusing standoff between her friend and her strange child.
“Funny story…” her voice didn’t sound so amused as she sat back down across from her guest, keeping a close eye on Caleus, “So I had been by this well thing and was digging around for some change to give to another friend who wanted to make a wish. As I was pulling out the coins one or two, more like a lot…fell into the well. She told me to make a wish, so I did.”
“She wished for me!” Caleus said happily, shooting a grin in their direction as he grabbed another crayon, “Isn’t that right, mommy?”
With a smile plastered on her face Marina nodded at him, “Yeah, I did.” The second Caleus had looked away her nodding became vigorous shaking and her smile vanished. Lowering her voice she continued, “I wished that I could find an undiscovered species of fish…”
Stifling a laugh the friend shook her head, “Well, uh, he’s—“
“I know…” Marina cut her friend off, “I know.” Leaning back in her seat she grabbed her glass and took a sip, smiling over at her child who was holding up his picture for them to see.
While complimenting his artwork, which looked nothing like the type of fish he had been trying to draw she frowned, “Do you hear that?”
Cal set his drawing down and went quiet as she slowly shook his head and watched the air above his mother and her friend, “No.” His eyes were following something as he pushed the papers and crayons away from him and scooted back a bit so he had the coffee table in between him and Marina.
“It sounds like—like a water logged shoe,” Marina trailed off looking behind her and catching sight of little puddles of water, “Squishing—“ moving so she was now looking on the other side of the chair to follow the direction of the water trail, “on the floor.”
The trail ended at the glass aquarium’s edge. Caleus was now under the coffee table, watching the top of the fish tank, “Uh oh.”
He could see Marina’s jaw dropping as her eyes fell on what he had been watching, curling up a little more he closed his eyes tightly as a small splash was heard.
“What—what is that? What is that? What is that? What is that?” Sounding like a broken record as she often did when angry, the speed of her words slowed down with each repeat of the question. “Cal, what is that?” Tell me what that is.”
Not wanting to answer the woman he covered his eyes with his hands only to quickly uncover them when he heard his mother shout, “NO!” and slam her arms against the arms of the chair as her fingers dug in. He watched the gruesome scene taking place within the tank while listening to his mother cry out, ‘Swim, Bubbles! Swim!” Shortly after, small little bits and pieces of the ten thousand dollar Bubbles could be seen floating down to the sand on the bottom of the aquarium.
Complete silence filled the room as the three in the room stared into the water as Bubbles’ killer looked back at them with big innocent puppy-dog eyes as it swam to the top of the tank, crawled over the edge and began floating around in the air as if still swimming under water.
In order to prevent his guardian from reaching his friend first, Cal scrambled out from under his hiding spot and walked underneath the creature. Much like Cal it appeared to be a concoction of various things. Most of its body was like a shark, dorsal fin and all, it had gills that had closed up and rather than the skin of a shark it had scales. The thing’s face almost resembled a dog or cat of some sort and it was using that nose to breath in air; sticking out of its tooth-filled mouth was a chunk of Bubbles. Octopus like tentacles served as the creature’s legs, four on each side, and they were the source of the strange squishing noise. They would open and close, propelling the floating animal around as it floated around like a balloon. From what Marina could see, two little fairy-like, clear fish fins were what was keeping it up in the air as they fluttered.
“Can I keep him?” Cal asked with a smile while the tentacle legs of the miniature monster latched on to the underside of Cal’s upper arm. The five-inch long creature dangled upside down, clicking happily. Or at least Marina thought it was clicking happily, for all she knew it could have been threatening her.
“What?” She scoffed in disbelief as she eyed the two of them, “Seriously, what is that and where did you find it?”
“He is a him, mom. Not an it. I got him at the marine exhibit we went to yesterday.”
“Okay, I didn’t see anything like him yesterday.”
“That’s because he was in the back room. Behind another door, down some stairs, down a hallway, then down—“
“Clearly no visitors were supposed to be down there.” She informed him as she walked closer to examine the unusual creature, “I can only assume he’s some kind of genetic experiment, but then again look at you. So who knows anymore.”
“Aww, Marina, come on. Look at the little guy!” Her friend chimed in, “You couldn’t separate him from, Cal. Just look into his big brown eyes.”
Glaring at her friend she couldn’t help but to stare into those big eyes and shake her head, “You can go home now, Rose.”
Hugging what he hoped to be his new best friend, careful not to poke him with the spikes on his outer upper arms he stroked its back with his lower set, “I have an idea! You can have him! He can replace Bubbles, except he’d still be mine, you can pretend like he’s yours though? I’m even going to name him Bubbles!”
“You are so not naming him Bubbles, does he honestly look like a Bubbles to you?”
“Yes.”
“Really? He does? There is no other name you could possibly think o—“
“So I get to keep him!” Jumping up into the air in excitement Cal repeated the word ‘thanks’ over and over again. Bubbles unlatched himself from the boys arm and was bobbing up and down in the air next to him, the squishing sound growing quieter as his scaly octopus-like tentacles dried off from the water.
“What, no!” Marina sighed as she watched even her friend join in on the cheering. “You aren’t very helpful are you?” She asked Rose while she let her head fall back in an even louder sigh, “Alright, alright. Tomorrow we’ll go back to the exhibit and pay for him. You’re not going to go around stealing things, okay?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Shuddering at the thought of how much money Bubbles was going to probably cost she had to sit back down and take deep breaths while she watched the other three continue to jump up and down. “If that thing isn’t an experiment, I vote alien.” She muttered while watching Cal lead his new pet off toward his room and own private tank his mother had given to him.
“Not so fast, mister. There will be some rules. Lots of them. One being that if he feels like eating some fresh fish he can go outside to the ocean and hunt there, where the fish don’t cost your mother hundreds of dollars.”
“Okay!” Caleus agreed, giving a nod of his head and trying to act very serious as he repeated that rule to Bubbles as he hovered in the air next to him. “Come on, Bubbles!” he chirped, “Before she changes her mind, because you just killed one of her prized fish.” The last words were only a whisper, but still loud enough for his mother to hear as he trotted off with Bubbles in tow, leaving Marina glaring at the wall Bubbles had just been in front of.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 8:29 pm
Removed! ^^ I have a better idea...
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 8:39 pm
Due to certain reasons, Tock has been chibi-ized to kid stage. Revised version of the prompt can be found in the quest thread^^
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 6:31 pm
Full Custom Form Name: Iara Age: Child Ethnicity/Breed: Atlantean Eye Colour: a mixture of sea green and dark blue. Think of the colors of the ocean. Hair Color and Style: Silver-blue hair down her back, with streaks of differnt shades of dark blue. The ends of her hair look like waves as they crash against the shore. Clothing: Anything loose and flowing. Accessories: none Any Body Art?: none Personality: Very naive. Its almost impossiable to get the girl to leave the water once she is in it. She wants to know everything there is to know about the world under the sea. She is a lover of the water, she loves the creatures within the water and will do anything for them. It takes alot for her to trust land dwellers. She can't stand being in the heat for long lengths of time as it seems to dry her skin of far to quickly for her liking. She seems to love eatting seaweed, clams, and for some odd reason sushi. When she gets upset, which can happen alot if taken away from her comfort zone, then only thing that calms her is the sound of waves crashing against the shore, dolphins speaking to eachother, or the sea when its calm. Reference Images: IaraAnything Else?: Right between her brows are three pearls embedded into her skin. The larger one is in the middle is a dark blue while the smaller ones on either side are dark green. Under each eye is pearls embedded, the colors the same as the ones on her forehead. Between her fingers and toes is a near see through layer of skin that makes them transparent in water. On land its almost diffcult to see the skin between them. Also her ears are fins, she also has fins along her forearm and near her ankles. Note: That this little one wouldn't be going to Tinania, but actually to another one of my OC by the name of Morgana. January Prompt Your child has brought home a mysterious animal, one that you can't find in any book. Concerned, you try to find the owner, but your child doesn't want to give it up. What happens? What kind of pet is it? How is it all resolved? "Iara I do not know where you found that thing, but put it back." the young elven eyes the child as she sat in the pond. Morgana knew she had to drawn a line someone, and this was that very line. She could see it now, Lillitha crying and screaming because she didn't have a creature also. Iara frowns before she shakes her head, her ocean blue hair smacking the water much like waves "No, I want to keep it mommy. I promise I will take care of it. Beside it was all alone..." she hugs the creature close as she attempts to give Morgana a pout. Morgana looks away, she couldn't handle the pout. The pout was a weakness she had when it came to both of the young girls. Sighing Morgana throws her hands up into the air "Alright you can keep it, but only for the time being. It might have an owner that is looking for it." she was hoping it was true, but from the look on her daugther's face. She knew she wasn't planning on giving it up "Come on, its dinner time." turning she holds her hand out towards the child. Iara took her hand, skipping as she held her new little friend. It was then that Morgana looks the creature over carefully. It was nothing she had ever seen before. With a body of a baby mountain lion, but instead of fur it had a mixture of dragon, snake, and fish scales. Ranging in color from blue, green, and purple depending on what angle Morgana looks. Its head and face was that of a artic fox, with antlers of a deer. Only the antlers curve slight much like a rams. It had wings shape like those of an eagle, very strong as they flap slightly brushing her leg. The feathers reminded her of an Indian Blue Peacock plumage. So bright and captive, that they caused her to stare even harder at the creature. It was only when it made a loud yelp, that Morgana blinks trying to focus her eyes once more. Her eyes were met with those of much like a cheetah. Wide and searching for answers as they seem to peer inside her. Its tail, much like a mountain lion itself brush over her pants leg. The last thing that seem so odd to her was the gills on the side of the creature neck. Morgana looks away, her mind seem boggled because of the animal her young child was holding. Stepping into their house, she smiles to her husband Torvil who only arches a brow toward their youngest daugther. Shaking her head Morgana seems to ask Torvil not to ask what. He only nods to her and watches the youngest one as she set the animal down. Bending down Torvil smiles as he holds his arms out toward Iara "You ready for dinner Little Fish?" Iara wraps her arms around her father's neck, blowing small raspberries against his cheek "Yes, I'm really hungry." glancing down she frowns as she sees her older sister Lillitha. Lillitha stood there, just staring at the creature. Her red eyes narrow before she looks to her parents "Why is she allowed to have a pet, but I can't?" crossing her eyes she frowns even more as she looks at her little sister, anger building as she finds herself not the center of attention once again. Morgana shakes her head before she kneels before Lillitha "She not keeping her sweetie. Mommy is going to find it owner, and give them a call. Now the both of you, take your seats. Dinner is ready." Later the evening, Morgana comes back downstairs finding her husband looking over the newspaper "No one has reported a animal missing. Least not only like that one. Where did she find it?" holding his arms open, Morgana slips into his lap as she wraps her arms around his neck. "I honestly do not know, and I have checked the web, as well as all my books. But its not anywhere, its almost like it doesn't exist. But then they said that about Atlantean, but Iara proof that Atlantis once was real." shaking her head, she glances up towards the stairs. Her mind races over the whole problem. If there was no owner, it meant that Iara would want to keep it. But they didn't know what it was, or if it was even a safe creature have. Shaking her head, she turns her head back toward Torvil "What do we do? I mean if no one is looking for it. Do we allow her to keep it?" Torvil leans his head back, his eyes falling close as his fingers run through his short brown hair. He didn't want to upset his daugther, but he also knew by allowing her to keep it Lillitha would want one also. With a small sigh he looks up at his wife, his fingers brushing across her bottom lip "You willing to go out pet shopping first thing tomorrow?" Closing her eyes Morgana chuckles as she leans in brushing her lips against Torvil's own lips "If it means having to very happy young ladies, then yes. I am more then willing to go pet shopping for the perfect pet for Lillitha." By the stair both Iara and Lillitha beams before they look at each other. Lillitha chuckles as she stands helping Iara up "Thanks to that pet of yours, I'm getting myself one also." turning she moves back towards her room. In her own way, it was Lillitha saying thanks you to Iara. Iara smiles as she watches the door close "Your welcome Lilli." glancing down at her new companion she kisses it on the nose "Come on Zaristara, lets go sleep. Tomorrow we will go shopping then do some swimming." setting Zaristara down, it bounds after her as she heads back into her own bedroom.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 1:55 pm
Full Custom Form Name: Parvati Age: Child-ish? Ethnicity/Breed: Parvati is humanoid, but with four arms in the style of Kali. In Indian tradition they are considered symbols of great chakra, or energy. She can use all four arms easily and dexterously. She is fairly dark-skinned(/blue or black skin, since the main inspiration is Kali and she is said to have "skin the color of the sky"), being of Indian descent. Eye Colour: Dark enough to be black, but they're still a rather warm, chocolate-y brown. Hair Color and Style: She has long-ish, thick and curly black hair. Usually it is held back with all manner of detailed accessories, and pulled into a high bun, or else loose and held back by a hammered metal band of some sort. Clothing: I have two basic ideas- either a sari, in warm colors like red and gold; perhaps a lengha ("harem girl"), when she's older, in purple? Please don't ever put her in pants- unless it looks really really really good. heart Accessories: A tasteful amount of pretty bangles, at least one necklace, earrings. Any Body Art?: Her ears are pierced, and she likes to wear pretty chandelier earrings. She has "henna"- more permanent than henna, although they share the same appearance and colors- patterns up her arms and legs. Personality: Parvati has boundless energy, and is easily occupied in any activity that involves running around- provided it can be done wearing a long skirt. She's got a very, very slow temper, but once it's lit it's long-burning. It's not like she hides it when she's angry- no, she's very vocal about it when people irritate her. But she's much more happy to be pleasant and undisturbable, which is an extremely important skill when dealing with her guardian. She's very proud, but puts on a face of modesty because it's seemly. Flattery gets you everywhere with her. Reference Images: KaliSariMoar sariHeadband exampleEarring examplehair ornament exampleHenna 1More HennaMore Henna 2Anything Else?: Nothing much. neutral Poor Parvati doesn't even get a theme song... one that makes sense. (I listened to "Wine Red" by The Hush Sound for much of her prompt, though) ----- Prompt Response: You flipped a coin in to a well, and you magically received a baby. How do you deal with this crisis? Did you always want a child, or was this a flippant wish gone wrong? How do you tell your family you've finally (or suddenly) adopted? And how does your cabbage child react to you?A head knight had all the liberty in an order of knights, and unfortunately for the other three who shared her position Desideria had a tendency to use it. She'd gotten out of the clammy old castle using precisely that excuse- well, my work is done, it's not my fault there's squires on the fourth floor battling it out, where is the floor proctor?. And now she had ended up on the side of a mountain, tramping freely through the thick green overgrowth. Spring-like leaves, on a wintry mountain, how odd, but who was she to question the actions of the gods? Well, okay, that was a dumb question. She shrugged, beat off an overhanging branch, and practically fell into a well. "Hi," she said to nothing in particular, and levered herself off the stone wishing well. No, Desideria didn't bother to ask the obvious question (what's this?) but instead looked around for a sign. Finding none, she came to a- perhaps not quite logical, but understandable to those in the know- conclusion. "A wishing well! How neat!" She tipped her head back and laughed a little, but fell silent and serious barely a moment later. Of course, finding an excellent thing like this, you have to test it. Desideria just had to think of a wish to make, one that no mere well could grant through coincidence. Something alive. Something magical. Something with four arms! Well, okay, that didn't really make sense. But no ordinary well could grant her a four-armed magical alive thing! Since you have to pay wishing wells, Desideria tucked one hand into a pocket that spilled over with strange debris- a ticket to a circus, a prayer leaflet from some church she'd attended on a whim, nothing to offer a wishing well. Except, well, the fairly expensive Kali figurine some random squire had given her for Christmas. Desideria pulled out the black stone and held it up to the light; the topaz in the eyes glinted at her in the leafy light. Well, she wasn't too fond of Kali anyway. She never played karaoke with the others at the corporate Christmas party. Even if she didn't know exactly what karaoke was, Desideria had long ago figured out it was a good way to make a close-knit community. "I-wish-I-wish-to-catch-a-fish. No, I don't, sorry, that was a lie." Pay attention, Desideria! "I wish for a magical four-armed human kid thing. Preferably a girl because guys are bitches, yeah?" She balanced the figurine on the edge of the stone well and flicked it gently. It teetered over the edge and fell in with a loud plop!She waited, standing completely still and holding her breath. The woods were far from quiet; people often think the silence of the woods is oppressive, but that's because they spent more time making noise than just standing still. A squirrel running through the brush made more noise than a turtle leafing through the leaves that had fallen from the branches above. Desideria could hear the gurgling of a brook not to far away. But- no sound like a child. She frowned. "False prophet," she accused the well. It didn't respond, which only irritated her more; Desideria turned her back on it and hunched her shoulders forward. For good measure, she even crossed her arms and collapsed to the ground. Fine! She could out wait any half-witted magic well! And if it wasn't a magic well, then she could definitely sit here until the sun exploded! The sun was just starting to go down when she decided to go back to the castle. As she walked back to the building, she was hit on the head by something- something cold, and clammy, and moving. She stopped walking, put a fingertip on her lips carefully, and considered what an appropriate response would be. A trickle of something warm down her neck let her know that whatever had clobbered her tastefully half-buzzed head had had sharp edges. Desideria opened her mouth and gasped. It wasn't a convincing sound. A little girl giggled. She lifted both her eyebrows and looked around for the child. "It's not funny," she said. "Yeah," said the little girl defiantly. "S'funny." Two arms, then a pretty face, peered out from behind a tree. Ah, thought Desideria. Maybe the well wasn't such a fake."Are you Parvati?" She'd decided on a name on her walk down, thinking that she might name a puppy that sometime. But it would work for the girl too. The girl quirked an eyebrow and bounded out from behind the tree. "Iunno. I dunno." Desideria started walking again, and was gratified when she heard the little girl following her. "Hey, do you know how we're gonna explain you to Raven?" Parvati stared at Desideria, who shrugged. "It was just a question." pet info (lol I am so bad at this) Parvati's "pet" is a lion-like creature with cloven feet; its mane is made of flames and its eyes are black. Its tail is a living snake.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 7:08 am
Full Custom Form
Name: Florence ( a.k.a. Squishy, because he is her squishy, and he shall be hers )
Age: child
Ethnicity/Breed: Jellyfish child...thing
Eye Colour:
A bright yellow gold. Some people are often drawn in by his eyes because of their colour, but then are taken aback when they see the shape of his pupil.
Pupil Ref 1
Pupil Ref 2
Hair Color and Style:
Transparent with blue and white innards.
His hair is basically tentacles which he pulls back into a pony tail in order to keep under control so that they don’t sting anyone that gets too close. (Although some idiots do feel the need to get all star-eyed and touch them, regardless of his warnings.) Think dread locks, but tentacles instead.
Also, he can’t cut his hair, it tends to hurt and even bleed if he tries, so over time his hair does get longer whether he likes it or not.
Clothing:
Florence tends to wear things he can be comfortable in. During the summer he’ll wear shorts or swimming trunks with a tank top of sorts in order to keep cool. During cooler climates he will wear jeans and a sleeved t-shirt. And for when its cold beyond all belief, he will wear jeans, long sleeved t–shirts, and then will just add layer upon layer until he is warm.
He doesn’t like to wear shoes, if he’s forced to do so, which his guardian usually succeeds at doing, he will settle for flip flops. ( He likes the noise they make when he walks.) During the winter time it’s a lot easier to talk him into wearing shoes that are appropriate for the season, which tend to be boots layered with faux fur to keep him warm.
Being a bit obsessed with Sponge Bob Squarepants, his clothes tend to have some sort of logo or patch that Morgan had sewn on, with the picture of Bob’s pet snail, Gary. He also has a stuffed toy of said snail that he usually carried with him whenever he is in the house. Its sort of his security blanket.
Accessories:
He has a fishing hook stuck in his left earlobe.
Fish hook Ref
Any Body Art?:
Not really body art, but he does have vein like markings that are white, glowing even, through his body, pooling at the end of his fingers and toes, making them a solid glowing white.
Glowing Vein Ref
His skin is a light blue with hints of pink along his body. The pink tends to be along the outside of his limbs and face. His ears are pink ( turning a hot pink when angry), and the pink colouring tends to stick around his hair line, fading out into his face, clustered around the sides of his eyes. His lips also have a hint of blue colouring(something he tends to be a bit self-conscious about).
Like this, but instead of blue, it would be pink.
Skin Colouration Ref
Also, right around his heart there is a bit of pink and purple hues, kind of like its his center, looking similar to the inside of a jellyfish, seen below.
Chest Colouration
Personality:
His personality is very much like the ocean, calm and soothing, yet vicious and unforgiving.
When he is in a good mood he is a very easy going child, going with the flow of others that are around him, hardly making a ripple. Easy to get along with, and easy to talk with, he tries his best to please others.
On the flip side, however, he can speak with a sharp, unforgiving tongue, hardly taking feelings into account if he feels he has been wronged. He does not discriminate with his hatred, he tends to lash out at anyone who crosses his path. He tends to calm down on his own once his anger has run out, or if he just loses his energy to be furious anymore.
Reference Images:
Tentacle Ref 1
Tentacle Ref 2
Summer Shorts
Anything Else?:
If Squishy does get angry enough to even try this, his fingers do have the ability to sting as well. However, unlike his hair, he is able to control whether or not they sting.
He is a bit pigeon toed, so when he stands still or walks his feet tend to turn inward instead of staying straight.
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Morgan had been working on laundry for the most part of the afternoon and early evening, having had no idea that Florence hid so much clothing in random parts of his room. The boy was a pack rat! After having bullied him into finding every piece of dirty laundry in his room, she had left with two baskets full. Since when did he have so many clothes?
A tired sigh escaped Morgan’s lips as she placed the last piece of folded clothing into the wicker basket on the edge of the bed. At least she had gotten it all done, from now on though she would keep a better eye on his laundry. She eyed the two wicker baskets full of clothes with agitation before snatching one up off of her bed. She held it with one arm and propped it on her hip before walking out of her room. It didn’t take long for her to reach Florence’s room, or hear his hushed conversation with himself, or at least she had figured it was himself he was speaking to, who else was there?
“ Shhhh, quiet down. You need to be quiet or else Mama will find you.”
She had been reaching to push open his cracked door, but upon hearing that she would find something, something ALIVE for that matter, in his room had made her hand halt in mid-air. She peered through the crack, finding Florence ushering some orange thing into his closet, closing the doors quickly behind it. Once the doors clicked shut whines ensued, which only let Morgan know that whatever was in the closet, was certainly alive. She let out another tired sigh before finally pushing the door open, walking in with her hip jutted out to emphasize her ‘serious business’ look she often had to put on in order for Florence to take her seriously.
“ Alright, Squish, what are you hiding in there?”
Florence jumped at the sound of his guardian’s voice, spinning around to face her with his back up against the closet doors. His eyes widen in shock, and his ears turned bright from the fact that he had been caught. The white veins she could see along his arms glowed brightly, letting her know that his heart was racing. After a few moments of gaping at his guardian, he seemed to get his composure back, his heart slowing down, and his ears returning to their normal pink hue as he plastered on his sweetest smile.
“ I’m ain’t hiding nothing, Mama,” he quickly replied. Morgan scoffed, hardly believing him, and she was not about to let him think he had her fooled.
“ You aren’t hiding anything,” she corrected, whether it was a lie or not, he wasn’t about to go around talking like some hick, “ And you know very well that you are. I heard you talking to whatever you carted in there now let it out. I told you no more wild animals.” But Florence held his ground, his eyes never leaving Morgan’s as he stared up at her. She hadn’t swayed him by catching him in his lie, she would have to offer more before he easily gave up his new friend.
As if on cue the animal whined from inside the closet, scratching at the wooden doors in request to be let out. The whine made Morgan frown, it sounded like a dog, she wasn’t too fond of wild dogs. She sighed heavily, finally setting the wicker basket on his bed in order to gather up her thoughts, plus the thing had been digging into her hip for way too long. She then straightened up, turning back toward Florence and walking closer to him. Once at a closer distance she squatted down, becoming eye level with the boy. She cocked her head to the side and smiled a little, brushing the stray strand of hair out of her face.
“I need you to let me see whatever you have in there. For all we know it could be someone’s pet and we need to return it. The owner would be missing it you know.”
He stood firm, shaking his head from side to side. “No, Mama. He doesn’t have an owner. I found him stray, I’m all he has. Please, Mama, Let me keep him.”
“ Florence,” she said firmly, a warning was behind that tone.
He straightened at the sound of his real name, his eyes growing a little wider. She only used his real name if he was in trouble, or if she was being serious. Only punishment would follow after she had to use his real name and he still refused to obey.
He frowned, letting out a short huff as he admitted defeat and turned back toward the closet doors. “Okay, but promise not to freak?”
“ Why? What do you have in there?” She made a move to stand up so that she would at least have the upper hand of whatever may be dashing out of that closet, but unfortunately Florence had been faster than her reflexes, as he flung open the doors and a bright orange animal dashed out to meet her, sending her flat on her back as it pushed its weight into her stomach, following her to the ground to lick at her face as if its life depended on it. She sputtered as she tried to fend the thing that was licking her face off. Once she finally grabbed hold of the animal and held it out in front of her, she stared at it in shock.
What looked back at her with a lopsided smile was a puppy, or at least what she thought was a puppy. It was certainly the size and shape of a puppy, a Doberman Pinscher by the looks of it though its floppy ears threw her off, except it was all wrong. Instead of the normal chocolate brown and tan colourings, it was High Lighter orange, with three white stripes along its body, close to that of a Clown fish. She also noticed as it wriggled in her hands to be let down, that instead of fur, the thing had scales. What was this thing!?
Morgan came out of her shocked state and sat up, immediately setting the dog on the ground and letting it roam around Florence’s room while she tried to figure things out. Whatever it was, she wasn’t about to find it in some dog breed book, or fish book. Whatever this was, it was one of a kind, or at least she thought so.
“Mama, please let me keep him! I’m all he’s got, and if we put up signs those mean men will just pretend its theirs and test on him.”
Morgan frowned as she watched the dog stare up at Florence, happily panting as it waited for him to finish pleading its case. What Florence said was true, recently there had been a police raid upon a clinic that had been testing on animals. It hadn’t been that fragrance or product testing either, it had been DNA splicing, and apparently a lot of animals hadn’t made it. But apparently one had, and she was certain that if she plastered posters all over the neighborhood about the dog that they would come and get him, willingly or not.
Morgan turned her gaze toward Florence then, watching her ward as he played with a piece of his hair, a nervous habit, still watching her with an unbreakable gaze until he got a straight answer. Or rather, the answer he wanted and knew he would get.
She groaned, rubbing her temples as she spoke, “Fine, Squish, you can keep him.” An excited squeal and leap of joy met her answer. “However, he is your dog, not mine, so you will have to take care of him. I’ll buy what he needs but that is it. You walk him, feed him, clean up his poop, all that fun stuff. You got it?”
Florence beamed at her as he jumped once more our of excitement, leaping towards her to give her a tight hug, making sure to keep his hair away from her skin. “ Thank you, Mama! I’ll take care of him, I promise!” He was a responsible boy, so she didn’t have much to worry about, except for the fact that there was now a dog, a mutant dog at that, living in her house.
There was an odd sound she couldn’t make out until she looked at the dog, seeing it squatting and going to the bathroom on the floor. “ Oh dear lord, Squish! It’s peeing on the carpet!”
@__@ so long...i'm sorry lol
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 12:57 pm
Full Custom Form
Name: Necalli
Age: 7
Ethnicity/Breed: Aztec/Quetzalcoatl
Eye Colour: Nearly black
Hair Color and Style: Green, gold, blue, and black, styled like the crest of a quetzal bird.
Clothing: A strange assortment of Aztec and American clothes-- a maxtatl over jeans, a cloak, no shirt, and sandals-- usually in combinations of green, gold, blue, and black.
Accessories: A small pouch under his cloak, large earrings in each ear, and a spear. Maybe?
Any Body Art?: He's also part snake, so he has snake scale patterns down his back and creeping around other parts of his body.
Personality: He's quite the little warrior, trying to be the 'strong, silent' type, but he has this tendency to over-exaggerate, which ruins the image. And he hates accusations that he's doing just that, so he gets self-righteous easily, too. Poor little guy, trying so hard to be serious and failing so miserably.
Reference Images:Quetzal bird 123 Quetzalcoatl InfoClothes
Anything Else?: Erm. If you don't like something, you can change it/add your own flair to it, naturally. I love artistic freedom.
"Necalli! What have I told you about bringing in dead ani-- Wha-- What is that thing?"
The feathered boy looked up at her with solemn eyes and blinked slowly. The tail of the strange creature was wrapped around one of his legs. After a moment in which his shocked guardian stared down at him, he turned his gaze to the empty pits of the creature. "This is Xolotl. My brother."
She nodded slowly, expression skeptical. "Uh-huh. Your... brother." Obviously, the two were not related. The boy was (despite a few oddities) a boy, while this creature most certainly was not. For one, its feet were backwards on a dark, sleek dog body. And it didn't have eyes. It didn't have eyes because its head was a skull with two ragged ears and a tongue lolling out in a most disturbingly normal manner. "Where did you find--Sholot?"
"I didn't find him, he found me. Out in the forest."
"What were you doing in the forest, Necalli? I told you to stay in the yard."
"I know, Mother. But I heard my brother barking."
"And you somehow knew that he was safe and not some-- ah-- not something else?"
"What else could it have been? I heard him baying because he was lonely. If he was something dangerous, I'd have killed him."
Moira shook her head and sighed, pulling herself up onto the kitchen counter as she tried to think of a good reply. She didn't want to hurt the kid's ego, but he was really reckless sometimes. It worried her. She'd counted on his sense of duty to keep him from running into trouble, and here he'd gone again. What was she supposed to do? How am I supposed to discipline him when he's fine with getting punished and will just do the same thing next time? I want him to stop, not just see the consequences as something he can't help. And that thing... it's so weird looking. What on earth is it?
The boy had dropped to one knee and was stroking the dog-thing's ears happily. It wagged its tail and licked the absense of lips happily. That is soooo creepy. But he seems to really like the little guy. Xototl. I may as well find out more, right? Whatever happens, that thing is so not sleeping in the house. "Er. Ah. Necalli, what does it--" those empty sockets looked up at her as she spoke and she took a breath--" I mean, what does Xolotl eat?"
"Lizards, mostly. Some birds, as long as they don't remind him of me."
"Uh. Right. Birds, oh great."
"You don't have to worry. I will take care of feeding him, mother. And he won't eat in the house."
The boy knew about her hang-ups with cleanliness. It was good that he'd said that, because she's gotten the image in her head of that little puppy-like skull crunching on-- Oh, gross. I don't want to think of it again.
"He can't sleep in the house."
"But-- he's my brother!"
"Necalli..."
"Just in my room. I can make him aq bed of his own. But he'll get lonely outside without me. He's not a pet. I can't put him in a dog house or a fence. Please, mother. He's really good, just so lonely. Please?"
The creature looked up at her and made little whining sounds. Moira rubbed her temples, wondering how it could do that. Did it even have vocal chords? It had to if it was making noise, right? "You'll clean up after him?" The boy nodded. "And we won't have a problem with him leaving messes in the house, right?" He shook his head emphatically. "I guess..."
"Thank you! Thank you so much! I love you, mother!" The boy hugged her tight and scooped up the dog-like being, running towards his room and speaking fast. "C'mon, Xolotl. I'll show you my room! That's where we'll sleep and..."
"Good God, what have I done?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 9:43 pm
Full Custom Form
Name: Junpei
Age: Child
Ethnicity/Breed: Kappa http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kappa_(folklore)
Eye Colour: Blueish Green
Hair Color and Style: Blond hair, short and shaggy. A little pony tail as well at the back of his head.
Clothing: Grass Skirt to start with
Accessories: Golden jewelry however you think fits possibly arm bands and anklets, turtle shell back pack, snails or tadpole in his little head pond thing if perspective allows. ( he's going to stick stuff in there a lot )
Any Body Art?: skin kinda scaly but not overly done, little gold jewels by his eyebrows (one on each side by bridge of nose). Possibly a little striped like the one in the you tube ref down there.
Personality: rather goofy, outgoing, the oddball kid. He collects random things and stores them in his pack back or head pool, a bit of a pack rat.
Reference Images: http://ggstudio.org/db2/00144/ggstudio.org/_uimages/Kappa.jpg
http://115.photobucket.com/albums/a391/kingpopgun/kappa-3.jpg
Something like this would be good : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UU5x9Zf5jfA but more with the water in his head fishy thing as the first image. XD Looking for cute over evil looking.
http://static.flickr.com/49/186242273_8b91f0f8b7.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/ballentine/kappa-1.png
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v115/ballentine/kappa-2.jpg
Anything Else?: Webbed toes for better swimming, a cute little tail, beak optional... Um.. I'm really sure anything you can add on or create will be just fine. XD So yea, lots of artistic freedom if you can think of something good to add!
Prompt: Your child has brought home a mysterious animal, one that you can't find in any book. Concerned, you try to find the owner, but your child doesn't want to give it up. What happens? What kind of pet is it? How is it all resolved?
A small ripple appeared in the inflatable pool, located inside a rather earthly decorated bedroom. Sure, it wasn't a real river to sleep in, but the pool filter created a small current which was good enough for the growing child. Little webbed feet slammed down onto the grassy floor in a sumo like fashion as the little kappa boy emerged from his 'water bed.' Hunching over while rubbing away the sleep from his eyes, Junpei would squat lower and pass a very recognizable 'pffft.' The vile smell that came from the boys' bum caused him to grin and emit an impish giggle.
Carefully stepping over the mounds and clutter of toys, stuffed animals, clothing, garbage, randomly collected objects and stuff he didn't even know what it was anymore, the boy moved to where his grass skirt lay. His Papa told him to never walk around the house naked, even though it was his preferred state. The grass was itchy! None the less, he tugged the little skirt on to rest at his hips and rose a hand to cover a waking yawn.
"Wayku up!" He mumbled sleepily, the hand at his mouth balling into a small fist that gently bopped himself on the side of the head. A small bubbling occurred in his head pool, and from it four eyes appeared at the rim of his bowl. He could see the little eyes in the mirror and grinned some more. "Eeeei!" He recalled how the night before, during a midnight potty run since it wasn't a good idea to pee where you sleep, he found the strange creature floating in the toilet and so put it in his head for safe keeping.
Giving an over enthusiastic wave to the creatures reflection, the boy turned to exit his mess of a bedroom. "Bwekfast... I hope in dun be cheerios." Oh the doom those little 'O's spelled out every day. Seriously... His Papa needed to learn how to cook outside of cold cereal and milk. That or give him something with marshmallows. Mmm, sugar.
Casually the boy strolled into the kitchen, a small scratch given to his bum. Much to his dismay, he saw two bowls of cereal prepare for his father and himself. Heaving a heavy sigh, the boy would carefully climb up into his seat, careful not to spill his water. That wouldn't be good for his new friend! Once seated, he faced the doom of morning breakfast. Lips pursed into an O shape as the sigh of "Oooo" passed those lips. That's all his cereal ever told him.
"Hey buddy boy! Good morning. Eat up or your cereal will get soggy." Sora muttered as he iched at his belly. Alright, sometimes even he didn't want cereal in the morning, but it was better than the box it came in. "After this kiddo we'll go over to Jason's. You can play with the kids there." Which gave Papa time to play with the big boy.
Half laden eyes looked up to his father, a spoonful of cheerios pushed into his mouth. "Un." He answered, not like he had much of a choice in the matter. The next spoonful of cheerios rose higher than his lips, which peeked his Papa's interest. Just where was it going? Well right into the bowl of his head.
"Alright." Sora put his spoon down, "I know you're a weird kid but that's just.... I don't even have words for that!" Sora started, shaking his head. Where did he go wrong with this child? Why put cheerios in your head? It's almost as bad as if Junpei had just shoved one up his nose like the penny... And the miniature chess set. Standing, he'd round the table so he could take the floating o's out of his boys head. However, it wasn't until the man was towering over his son that he'd notice the s**t like creature floating inside the bowl. Confused and mildly- ok highly grossed out, the man's face ticked before he recalled himself. "Junpei! What is that in your head?!" He asked, stareing into the top of his boys head at the odd creature.
Four dark brown eyes stared up at him, a long blue tongue looped around a cheerio to draw it into a wide mouth. It was small obviously and floated in his son's water bowl as if it was in it's rightful place. Chest and arms like a frog, body like a fish, the brown creature could have been a mud skipper if it wasn't for the fact they were in the wrong part of the world.
Sorakai really hadn't seen anything like it, but he for damn sure wasn't keeping that in his house.
Junpei sat there with a wide grin upon his face, "He mah fwend!" He began to explain. "Found 'em in da toilet! I pwomised not at flush enything down but poop and pee so I put 'em in mah head!"
Eyes falling from the creature to his son, Sora's voice would crack in disgust as he suddenly asked the first thing that came to mind. "Why?!"
"Cause 'em no poop. So I dun flush 'em." Junpei stated in a matter of fact.
"That's not what I - forget it! Look Junpei you can't keep it. It's disgusting. Snails, worms, I even let the frog slide-"
'-It didn't slide... It squash 'cause you go 'n stepped on it."
"I did... But not on purpose..." Though the damn croaking in the middle of the night did irritate him beyond words. "Regardless... That thing isn't normal. Probably some exotic pet and belongs to someone. You're taking it out of your head and we'll put it in the old fish bowl. For all you know it could be filled with disease! I told you before not to pick up weird things anymore didn't I?" Sighing, the man moved away to acquire said fish bowl from a high cupboard. "We'll put flyers around town and when the owner comes to get it we'll hand it over... Well, you'll hand it over." It looked too creepy for Sora to even touch.
"But Papa.... Wat if no un call? Den wat?" There was a hopeful look that crossed Junpei's face. "I can keep 'em right?"
"Absolutely not. If no one comes for it, you flush it. It got in through the toilet it can go right back out that way." It looks like a piece of s**t anyway. That was where it belonged, back in the sewer it crawled out from.
"But Papa-"
"No Buts."
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After breakfast the father and son put up found flyers around the town with bad artist renderings of what the thing was. Whoever saw the flyer probably thought it to be a joke. How could something hat hideous actually exist? It didn't really. Sorakai knew this for a fact as he spent several days on websites trying to find out just what it really was. Absolutely nothing on the little s**t as he dubbed it turned up. Not even an old myth or legend. Nothing. However, as the days went by and still no call, Sorakai was more than happy to pour the creature into the toilet. Oh silent rejoice, such sweet music to his ears!
There they stood, father, son and thing before the porcelain throne. Sora reached forward, finger tips anxiously pressing against the silver handle of the toilet. "Salute." He ordered, raising his free hand to salute the fallen comrade on it's last voyage.
As Sorakai pushed the silver handle down, Junpei rose his hand to salute his turd like friend. He recalled the past things they had done. Farting, blowing bubbles, finding the funny mushrooms in his room, picking things out from between his toes, even found lost treasures in the bottom of his pool. The spaghetti incident was amusing, though Papa didn't like cleaning the mess. That and blueberries were now forbidden in the household.
Round and round the creature spun, saluting Junpei as it slipped down and out of site.
"No!" Junpei screamed when he was really gone, staring in disbelief. Just like that... "Whatta bwave man!" He sobbed, dropping to his knees before the potty. Fingers reached into the water, splashing as he sniffled with every breath.
Sorakai sighed as he watched the boy. Sure he felt bad! What father wouldn't? "Alright Kiddo.. It's bed time. I'll give you a few more minutes but you're going to bed." A gentle pat was placed on the boy's shoulder before he turned to leave Junpei alone. He'd give the boy five minutes as he went to check the pool water level.
With Papa out of the room, Junpei would sit up and smirk, wiping his eyes. Tears always did the trick. A small coo passed his lips, and seconds later the poop was back. Hey it got in once, who said it couldn't again? "You hide now... N' when I go potty I come get you latah." Both boy and creature bumped their fists together, a bond between them even to strong for the forces of water pressure.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 12:04 pm
Are we allowed to do a joint idea with someone else? Like twin children? X3;
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 8:46 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 4:59 am
in the case of our applying for twin kiddos with someone else, would it be allright for us to do an RP with that other person to use for the prompt portion of the app, or no? :0 <3
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 9:09 pm
o.o Full Custom Form Name: Figs Age: 4-5 Ethnicity/Breed: Monster Eye Colour: His entire eye is pitch black, like it’s just a gaping hole with clouds streaming out of them. Hair Color and Style: Relatively long light grey hair. Pulled back in the front and tied at the top back of his head. It’s sort of... choppy and looks kind of static. Clothing: Short robe-ish thing, with a tie in the back with shorts underneath. Pretty simple clothing. Accessories: A drum Any Body Art?: Not really. He has two little horns though Personality: Figs’ is a pretty high energy sort who loves any and all kinds of sound. As a baby and child, he is a loud and highly inquisitive, and comes off as a bit rowdy. He’s also unfortunately spoiled. Vince tried to discipline him, a thousand times over, but just couldn’t manage to so he’s pretty used to getting to do the things he wants (like playing his drum at odd hours, or drawing on the walls, and flushing important things down the toilet). Figs’ is also probably not the brightest crayon in the box, and accepts this. He’s simple minded and probably doesn’t have a thought between his ears more complex then ‘I really want to hit things’ (that it means he’s either a natural drummer or destined for ruffian-hood). Figs also has the memory of an elephant, but he’s lacking on the brain to mouth filter. He has a knack for picking up words and phrases that he really shouldn’t know, and spilling picked up opinions to people he really shouldn’t. No secret is safe inside Figs head. Reference Images: FigsAnything Else?: He’s pretty cold to the touch, and spits out clouds. Not a lot, when he’s young, but enough to be an annoyance (say, if he’s screaming for ten minutes, Vince’s apartment can get overrun in a hurry). He can’t make much in the way of lightening as a baby or a child, when he gets older he can give a person a good shock. But at any age, his drums are a pretty good sounding likeness to thunder. You flipped a coin in to a well, and you magically received a baby. How do you deal with this crisis? Did you always want a child, or was this a flippant wish gone wrong? How do you tell your family you've finally (or suddenly) adopted? And how does your cabbage child react to you?Vince Finn was no stranger to bizarre happenings. During his humble jobs as both a construction worker and janitor he could honestly say that there are stranger things in the world then... um... Never knew that saying properly so let’s just say funny s**t happens. But, he reflected, nothing could be counted quite as bizarre as the child standing before him, kid literally just showed up and walked into his house. “Um, hello. You... ah...” Vince’s face screwed up a little. He started to pat his pockets for his pack of cigarettes because gods knew he needed something to ground him at the moment. The kids eyes were smoking, and he was pretty sure that wasn’t normal. In fact it was almost creepy. The horns weren’t helping. “...what... Welcome to my house? You lost?” It sounded horribly stupid. Of coarse the kid was lost. The boy stared—or seemed to? It was hard to see though all that smoke or whatever—up at him. Vince’s eyebrows furrowed, wondering if the kid couldn’t speak. The boy considered the man a moment longer before apparently coming to a decision. His face split into a smile and he ran briefly in place before launching himself at Vince’s legs. The kid was like ice! Vince couldn't hold back his shiver. He pushed his face into his leg, a small letter that the boy was clutching that Vince hadn’t noticed fluttered to the floor. Vince, having finally located his cigarettes, slipped one into his mouth and bent picking up the note. With suddenly clammy hands Vince began reading the small note. “Vince Finn... received your wish- what wish...? Blah blah blah... sent you your child. My child?” His eyes swiveled down to the boy and he ran a hand over his forehead. “Congratulations to the new father!?” He automatically patted down his clothes again, forgetting the cigarette between his lips already out of panic. What wish? He didn’t make any wish, and even if he did he certainly wouldn’t wish for some little kid to take care- It all came back like a bad flashback. Oh yeah. That well... but he wished to not be alone! Not for... Vince grimaced and promised himself to be more specific next time. He looked down, only to find the kid staring up at him in what Vince could only call mindless adoration. It probably would have meant a lot more if it weren’t for the fact that Vince was certain the kid would have acted like that to anyone. He looked back at the letter and chucked it on the small kitchen table, sighing, and resolving to fix this tomorrow. “So um... what’s your name, kid?” He asked finally lighting that cigarette, then immediately felt guilty and put it out. In case the kid got like... lung cancer or something. The kid, who still refused to let go of his leg, wobbled back and fourth. “I don’ know!” “Then you need a name, for now.” Vince rubbed his chin. ‘Hey kid’ probably wouldn’t do. And he didn’t really know where to take this kid in any case or how long it’d take to get him back to wherever the hell he came from. “I’ll call you Figs. I had a hamster named that once.” He spilled out before he really thought about it. This was a kid, not a ******** animal. Even if he was a weird kid. Before Vince could take it back, the boy hopped off his leg and exclaimed. “I like Figs!” And gave him the biggest dumbest smile he’d ever seen. It made Vince’s chest hurt a little and he wondered if he was having a heart attack or something. “Yeah... okay Figs’ll do fine for now. For now.” He mumbled, and hesitated before holding out a hand to the newly dubbed Figs, and winced when he remembered how cold he was. He’d figure out all this and ponder his new... fathership later after some sleep. Maybe call his brother and sister in the morning for some help. But for now, he’d get the kid some hot milk and find something for the kid to sleep in. Something really warm.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 8:50 am
<33
Full Custom Form
Name: Kenna
Age: Child
Ethnicity/Breed: Rauvanter, a breed of Smilodon warriors that live in the far reaches of the North. A noble race, they live in large clans ruled by a matriarch, the largest and most powerful female. Each clan lives deep inside ice caves, known to traders as the Jewelled Caverns due to the ice gems that grow their in great quantity. These gems frequently shed small fragments (due to the shifting of the snow), these fragments freezing to the Rauvanter's fur. The shine of the gem fragments is unique to the Rauvanter, as are their extremely large and elongated canines. Like many of the "advanced" creatures of the North, they have a semi-opposable thumb, which helps them fashion their armour. In the great mountain Karvas, the heat of the earth boils to the surface to create a molten furnace. It is here where the Rauvanter manipulate the hide of the tundra lizards (which is malleable in very hot temperatures and hardens to be solid as ice when cooled) into their armour.
Eye Colour: Ice blue with a cat-like pupil
Hair Color and Style: Beige or a very soft brown; shaggy and very furry-looking; down to her shoulders in length and usually pulled up into two messy pigtails
Clothing: Clothing would always be rather boyish, and comfort before style. She'll wear any clothing that allows her to move freely and allow her to go on all her little adventures. The knees would be worn out of her pants, holes in her shirt, and her clothing would often be dirty or stained from her "adventures."
Accessories: Cat ears pierced several times with bone fragments, a doll with its head missing or a plushie that looks like it's been chewed on a lot
Any Body Art?: Little sparkles that look like fragments of jewels (can be any colour and anywhere on her body) and some faint leopard-like spots on her back and upper arms
Personality: Kenna is many things, but friendly would not be one of them. Though she enjoys company, she is very picky about who is allowed into her little "clan", and who must wait outside until she deems them worthy. She has very high standards, and doesn't accept people taking shortcuts to win her affections. Only hard work and dedication will earn you merit with her. Those who have made it into her little clan are considered of the utmost importance to the young Smilodon. She is extremely loyal to any who have proven themselves as worthy allies, and will back them up no matter how wrong they are. In her mind, their opinion is the most right, no matter how flawed, and she will stand up for them. After all, she would expect the same from them when push comes to shove. A warrior at heart, Kenna does not believe in backing down from any fight. She is stubborn and proud to fault, and would rather be defeat in an honourable fight than run away with her tail between her legs. Only dogs would do that, or so she says.
Reckless and rough with a dangerous temper, Kenna is not the type of girl you would not like to have on your bad side. She uses her fists before she even thinks about using her words, and comes off as being very impulsive. Truth be told, she rarely thinks about her words or her actions, something that her guardian has chastised her about on many the occasion. Eventually she might grow up a bit and become more predatory – thus keeping a firmer leash on herself and her 'instincts' – but for now she remains very rough around the edges. Despite this, Kenna is very grounded, and believes whole-heartedly in the truth. It is of the utmost importance for children to grow up knowing the truth about everything, and if it is one thing she cannot stand it is being lied to. Lying to avoid the truth is neither noble nor fair, and Kenna takes being lied to (as well as being betrayed) very seriously. Life is quite serious for Kenna, and so she struggles with concepts such as "play" and "relax." We're hoping a few of the other kids can help her with this. <3
Reference Images: [x] [x] [x]
Anything Else?: She has a short, Smilodon tail, the same colour as her hair, and her canine teeth are noticeably elongated.
Prompt Response:
It was not unusual for Beatz to see street children when she went out back to take out the garbage. Bramble Manor was not exactly in the richest part of town, and it was expected that a haven for thieves would attract some riff-raff. The cook from the Badger clan was not bothered by their presence, however. She knew most of the street children by name, whether because of their relations with guild members or because she gave them the leftovers from dinner every once in a while. While they did hang around the back door to her kitchen near meal times, none of them ever stayed there for the night. Thus, Beatz was quite surprised to find a little curled up near the back steps when she went to put the garbage out.
It was not one of her usual street children, and it didn't even look like any of her occasional visitors. Come to think of it, Beatz didn't think she had seen this kid around here at all. She would have remembered someone who looked so unique, what with huge teeth like that. The majority of the urchins the cook knew were human, with dark hair and dirt-smudged skin. Both their faces and their clothes looked the part of a child who lived on the streets. This little girl, however, was quite different. Though her face was dirty and her clothes tattered, there was still something about her that told Beatz she hadn't been born on the streets. Poor girl. She was probably lost.
With the garbage taken care of, the cook was left with the problem of what to do with the girl. She couldn't just leave her on the back steps of the kitchen, and not knowing where she came from, she couldn't take the girl home either. Well, she supposed she could take the kid inside. Her boss wouldn't mind it if she cleaned her up a bit and then took her back home. With a decisive nod, Beatz reached down and scooped up the little girl. Surprisingly, the she didn't stir when she was moved, and so the cook carried her inside the kitchen, humming under her breath. Beatz set the little girl on her cot, before turning to begin setting up a bath. They would just have to use the big wooden tub for this, seeing as she didn't want to take the girl to the communal showers. Though her boss was very nasty to those who stole from people in the shower, Beatz still didn't trust the place. Besides, she didn't mind filling the tub. Lifting buckets of water would help keep her in shape.
Beatz dragged the wooden tub out from storage and out near the sink before turning on the hot water. She put her bucket under it, watching the water fill to the brim as she hummed a silly little tune under her breath. As she turned to dump the full bucket into the tub, she felt the prickle of eyes on her. So the girl was awake. The cook smiled warmly at the little girl, meeting her ice blue eyes briefly before pouting the water into the tub, "Sorry 'bout that. Just runnin' a bath fer you. Get you all cleaned up befer we go find yer family. Can you tell me where you live?" Beatz poured her fourth bucket into the tub, pausing to look at the girl.
As the cook was talking, the girl had sauntered over to the tub, watching the water level rise. When she was asked the question she looked up, scrutinizing the woman before her. Eventually, she reached into her pocket, and produced a single gold coin. Beatz took the coin carefully, and laid it out flat on her palm.
It was fairly normal as far as golden coins went. Circular, flat, and with a simple border close to the edge, and in the centre, a picture of a wagon with two crossed arms. The only strange thing about the coin was the teeth marks in one side. It looked as though the coin had been given to a baby with rat teeth to chew on. It was the teeth marks that made Beatz freeze, brown eyes staring unbelievingly at the coin. She was sure she had tossed this same coin in a wishing well just the other day when she had wished for a...
Beatz looked up from the coin to find the girl settled in the tub, rubbing the flakes of dirt off her pale skin. As though she felt the woman's stare, the girl paused and looked up. The cook held her gaze while she studied the girl, and slowly the realization dawned on her. Her wish had come true. This child was the result of her tossing that vendor's coin into the wishing well. There was no doubt about. She had her child. But how was she going to explain this to Bantu? Beatz shook her head at the thought, pushing it out of her mind. She would deal with her boss later. For now, she would simply get to know this little girl. With a warm smile, Beatz pulled a bar of soap out from a drawer near the sink and settled down near the tub.
"C'mere and let me fix yer hair. I'd imagine it looks mighty pretty without the dirt in it." Beatz was pleased when the girl did as she was told, and she began washing the dirt out of the pale brown hair. It really was pretty, and very soft to the touch. Her hair reminded the cook of the friendly stray cat that liked to come around the back door for food. Beatz couldn't help but think that this girl looked quite cat-like herself. Once both her hair and body were clean, the cook helped the girl out of the tub and dried her off. Finding her clothes that fit was challenging, but eventually Beatz managed. Now all that remained was to wait until Bantu was finished her paperwork. Then they could go and see her. Beatz used the time to prepare some of the food for dinner tonight, getting the girl to help out cutting and peeling vegetables. The girl seemed quite content to help out, and even joined in when Beatz turned on the radio and began to sing.
When the bell in the clock tower announced it was four o'clock, Beatz decided that it was time. She led the girl up the spiral staircase and stopped before the door with an antelope skull on it. Well, it was now or never. The cook knocked twice before opening the door, ushering the girl in after her. From her place at her desk, Bantu looked up, a frown forming on her face when she spotted Beatz with a child. "This one causin' trou-" "Oh no no, nothin' like that," Beatz interrupted hastily, causing Bantu to raise an eyebrow. The cook sighed softly, before moving to sit in the chair nearest Bantu's desk. "It's a bit of a weird story. You ready?"
As Beatz began her story, the girl let her attention wander. A small peep from a crib in the corner made her perk her ears, suddenly interested. Should she go over there? She hesitated, however another peep from the crib fuelled her curiousity. What could be in a baby crib and peep? The girl approached the crib cautiously, curling her fingers around the edge and peering over it. She was surprised to find a pair of brown eyes staring curiously back at her. Was that a... rat baby? He giggled at the expression on her face, reaching his little hands up towards her. The girl was intrigued by this ratling, and so reached her hand down for him. He grasped onto it immediately, squeaking happily.
Beatz and Bantu had stopped their conversation to watch the girl interact with the rat baby, small smiles on both their faces. "He likes her, Bantu," Beatz murmured, and Bantu gave a small chuckle. "He likes everybody. But keep her. It'll be nice to have some more well-brought up kids around here." The cook grinned and thumped her friend on the back. It was a wordless thank you, and her boss simply waved her hand dismissively. Beatz got up from her chair and stared towards the door. She paused when she got there, turning around to look at her new daughter.
"Kenna, time to go back to the kitchen now."
It was the start of another great adventure at the Bramble Manor. And who would have thought it all started with a little coin in a wishing well.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 5:45 am
I'm interested in one of the custom parafoxes slots for 25k, if one is still open.
Name: Pan
Owner: Meeki
Gender: Male
Eyes: Brown
Pelt Description: Giant Panda colored (Black and white)
Are the slots just for the parafoxes or can one grab an exclusive custom pet (750k) through one? If for any reason the latter is allowed, I'd love to go for one of those. My dream pet is a panda/panther mix.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2008 7:36 pm
Full Custom Form
Name: Ilyana
Age: Child
Ethnicity/Breed: 90% elf and 10% unicorn/pegasus (having only a horn, wings, and a tail like one)
Eye Colour: Bright blue-green
Hair Color and Style: Blonde with pink highlights (medium length, wavy, no bangs)
Clothing: white t-shirt with a rainbow on the front, as well as a white skirt (with a rainbow/snowflake/bunny design) and bunny slippers
Accessories: snowflake earrings and hair clip(s), along with rainbow arm warmers and leg warmers
Any Body Art?: Yellow star on right cheek
Personality: Bubbly, mischievous, loving, a daydreamer
Reference Images: None, sorry. ;~;
Anything Else?: peach to tan skin
It was in the spring when Elizabeth and Sofia decided to take a well needed vacation. Elizabeth had been helping Sofia tour with her band, and it had become very stressful. There seemed to be a lot of jet-lag going around, and when it was about to break them, the touring had finally ended. It was a sigh of relief, to say the least. Little did they know that their vacation would take a huge turn.
Elizabeth had been taking a walk on her own, since Sofia was still in bed. She just did not have the heart to wake up her love, especially since it was her who was the performer, and it was her that had done most of the work. Liz's big, black angelic wings fluttered at the thought of Sofia. The same could be said vise-vera. They really were a match made in heaven, despite the age difference.
Along her walk, Elizabeth came across a large well. Being the kind of person she was, she took some change out of her coin purse. A smile stretched across her face, a sweet thought buzzing in her mind. She turned to leave, the thought fading fast. Taking five steps forward, it was not long before she felt her mind being pulled back. Elizabeth took three more steps, but again, she felt herself having the same feeling. A giggle rang in her ears, full of mischief and happiness.
The giggle got louder, and now it was coming from behind. Turning, Liz's eyes must have grown to the size of half dollars. Sitting on the well where she had tossed in the change was a girl, holding a cabbage leaf. She mimicked the expression on Liz's face perfectly before going into a fit of giggles and tears.
At first, Elizabeth had no idea what to make of this strange event. She knew that this child was meant for her and Sofia. It was what she had wished for by the well: a child for them both. As she walked over to the little girl, her hand reached out to stop her. "Hello!" the child said cheerfully, her voice high. "My name is Ilyana. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Ilyana flipped a lose strand of blond and pink wavy hair behind her ear. It must have shocked Liz, because she was about to fall back on her rear, until her wings saved her. The beautiful child, to say the least, only smiled. But Elizabeth let her fantasy fade, and she knew better than to linger on daydreams. "Y-You can talk? Then where are your parents?" Liz asked, her voice shaking. Bright blue-green eyes began to glow at her. "What a silly thing to ask, Mom! Ma would be so frustrated if she knew." Elizabeth continued to eye the girl. "You should know that I can read minds, and that is how I know your language. If I was talking with someone in Swedish, the same goes." Looking down, she brushed some dust from her skirt. Elizabeth did the same, but out of habit. "W-well, uh, I suppose that is convenient. Seriously, where are your parents?" Ilyana, who had been patient before, was now becoming frustrated.
"I told you already! You ARE my Mom!"
"That is just not possible. I have never given birth!"
"You do not need to. The well does it for you!"
People around the area had begun to stare at the two. "Besides, Mom, how many people are like you and I? We can hide are wings and such from them, so can Ma, but if you are not like us then you can't really see us." Now Elizabeth was only getting a headache. She would for about thirty more minutes, until Ilyana showed her a tablet about the well, and to explain the gifts of the well.
"Only the purest of hearts get a child," the ominous winged female mumbled, holding onto her new 'daughter.' "You should speak up. I can't hear you when you mumble!" Ilyana smirked, but Elizabeth only glared back. "Do not talk to me like that." Not wanting to start any trouble, the child only smiled. It was a smiling face that also met them. Sofia, who had finally gotten up to get some breakfast, had just come back from picking up some food. Her medium-length blonde hair, the same color as Ilyana's hair (minus the pink), was gleaming in the sunshine. "Did you bring me some food, Ma?" Ilyana asked eagerly. Sofia, who had no idea what was going on, raised an eyebrow. "I won't ask any questions until we get inside."
At first, she was just as in denial as Elizabeth had been. "It is just not possible. Two women cannot have a baby, and especially not from a well." Both women looked at each other, then at the young girl. She was playing with a pony toy from the playroom downstairs. "Maybe we should let the hotel know to alert the authority." Suddenly, Ilyana tossed the pony across the room. "Varför vilja du inte släppa in den redan! Du redan kände så pass Jag var din dotter och henne den stund du såg jag. Du filta den i din hjärtan. Du kanna se den när du blick for jag!" Soon, it was not just Elizabeth's eyes who must have become the size of half dollars. Everything went silent for a few moments. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of traffic on the road below. Finally, Sofia broke the silence, and her refusal to believe. "She does look like us a bit, and she is exotic. It will be simple to explain to my family. I think...." The siren was still surprised that the child knew both English and Swedish as if she had known it for years, even if it were her powers.
"I hope with that horn, she can defend herself from all of her little cousins. They are a rough little bunch of children." Both women laughed, going over to hug Ilyana. In return, she just tried to squirm away. "You two are so weird! I am not invincible, you know. I'm not, like, an angel or something."
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