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Note: This is a triplet set that if allowed and chosen, would go to three different roleplayers. They are angels of darkness, purity, and neutrality and together they bring balance. This can also be seen by their need to work together. Darkness is mute, Purity is blind and Neutrality is deaf. While they can communicate telepathically with one another, they must work together to communicate with anyone else.

Full Custom Form
Name: Damien (Boy, would be played by Meeki)
Age: Child
Ethnicity/Breed: Angel of Darkness
Eye Colour: Red
Hair Color and Style: Straight black hair kept on the longer side and usually falling over one eye. Usually always unkempt as he's your typical little boy for the most part. Hates grooming.
Clothing: Black pants. He's usually always barefoot and shirtless as it helps with the heat of the island. When he is wearing a shirt, it's a black tank top.
Accessories: Two belts that cross one another, the main one with a skull buckle.
Any Body Art?: On the skin under his black wings are tattoo like stains. It gives off the pattern of blood dripping down but it's black and permanent. It's not blood at all.
Personality: Damien is moody and mute. While he can speak telepathically to his sisters because of their strong bond, he cannot speak to others. This tends to frustrate him a great deal as he hates depending on his sisters for help. But as much as he needs them at times, he knows they need him and despite his darker nature, he is a caring big brother that would do anything for his little sisters.
Damien is quite the little artist, since he usually conveys what he wants to say to others through art in some way. This can be done on paper, or drawn on the ground with a stick. He tends to be the 'ears' of the group. While he is not blind, the sunlight tends to hurt his eyes so he prefers to let another sibling take control of that. When it's dark though, Damien takes control for his red eyes allow him nightvision, giving him an advantage at night while having a weakness during the day.
Reference Images: N/A
Anything Else?: Damien is the angel of darkness of the trio so has black wings. The wings itself are more unkempt/wild looking than that of his sisters.

Full Custom Form
Name: Colette (girl, would be played by Nessariah)
Age: Child
Ethnicity/Breed: Angel of Purity
Eye Colour: Blind/White
Hair Color and Style: Tawny, almost a bronze color, in light curls that are allowed to fall freely around and in her face, down over her shoulders and collarbone. She can't see, so she isn't too concerned about the style. Ostensibly one of her siblings tell her when it looks alright, so it's a bit unruly.
Clothing: A very simple front-button sundress. She can feel the buttons to get them shut, but has trouble with things that don't fasten in the front. The dresses are usually pastel or very bold shades of pink, blue, and green, with splashy prints.
Accessories: Simple, matching bracelets, on either wrist, for her siblings to touch when they are leading her somewhere. Depending on which arm and which bracelet, she identifies which sibling it is, as her brother cannot speak to her.
Any Body Art?: None.
Personality: Determined and chatty, Colette is the talker of the three. She cannot see, and hears rather well, but she is the voice for her brother and sister, as one does not speak well, and one does not speak at all. She is dependant and independant all at once, hating that she has to rely on her siblings, but feeling important that they rely on her. As it is, she tries to do as much as she can for herself, such as brushing her hair, dressing and undressing herself, and other small household things. She loves being outside, and being in nature, especially when she can run around freely, without fearing falling down, or having to hold onto one of her siblings. Her strength is in the bond of her siblings, and she cherishes it with all her heart and soul, giving them the truest, purest love from her heart. Her only wish is that she could just once, see them with something other than their mental projections of themselves.
Reference Images: None.
Anything Else?: Not that I can think of.

Full Custom Form
Name: Amelie (girl, would be played by Animechickie)
Age: Child
Ethnicity/Breed: Angel of Neutrality
Eye Colour: Cerulean blue
Hair Color and Style: Style is long and straight, goes down to the middle of her back. The color is white going to a cerulean blue at the tips. Two strands of hair on both sides of her face are pulled back and tied while the rest is let down. The two pulled back strands are black.
Clothing: She's wearing a simple white dress that goes down to her knees. Thin straps and lacy details at the end. Sometimes she'll wear long knee-high stockings.
Accessories: She wears a small necklace with a silver crescent moon as the charm.
Any Body Art?: Three dots underneath her right eye.
Personality: She's rather shy when people first meet her and she wishes that she was more outgoing. Even so, she's very inquisitive about the world and wishes that she was able to hear the voices of those around her. She's pretty mature for her age but she's very blunt and isn't afraid to tell people what they don't want to hear whether it's bad or good.
Reference Images: None.
Anything Else?: Nope.

Meeki sighed as she leaned against the well, rolling the coin back and forth between her fingers. Dare she throw it in and make a wish or should she let go of such childish fancies? It couldn't hurt, right? And it wasn't like anyone was around to make fun of her for it.

Something was missing in her life. Was it romance? Was it wealth? "If anyone is the granter of wishes, may you please grant mine," she started, feeling really silly at the moment. She leaned over and looked into the well. It was so dark and motionless. "Much like my life," she mumbled as she turned away, tossing the coin behind her.

She could here it clanking on all the way down until it hit the water, "I wish for the emptiness to be gone."

"Ouch!," came a soft reply from the bottom of the well.

Had she even heard it? "Hello?," Meeki called and ran back to the well. Is anyone there?

"Could you please pull us up?" came the sweet voice again. It was so sweet that the young woman had no reason to doubt it. It was almost as if she had been put in a dream-like trance. Instantly her hands went to the crank and she turned it, pulling up the rope. Within a moment, she could see three small babies sitting inside a large basket hooked to the rope. Why, the hardly weighed anything at all!

Two were girls and one was a boy. They all had wings of various colors as well and the boy was clearly grumpy. His face was in a frown. "Hello", the soft spoken girl greeted. Meeki's heart leaped in her chest when she noticed the colorless eyes. The little girl wasn't staring at her either so it was easy to guess that she was blind. "I'm Colette," she started, "This is my brother Damien and my sister, Amelie. Damien cannot speak, Amelia cannot hear and as you might have already guessed, I cannot see. You wished for us, did you not?"

Meeki did not know what to say. She wanted to say no but they were.. beautiful. Darling! They were so different from one another yet similar..each with a problem of their own. One that made her own problems seem very small in comparison. Yet, they had each other. Was it wrong to want in on that?

Damien took out his sketch pad and pencil and scribbled a black mess of lines. Once done, he turned around and erased it. "He says the emptiness will be gone now," Colette explained.

"How do you.. when you can't..," Meeki began to ask before she was cut off by Amelie making a face that implied she was silly... or stupid. "We can speak to one another in our heads," Colette explained, "It's something we could always do."

Once agian, Meeki found herself speechless. For now, she would take the babies home. Surely there were hungry and it would get cold at night?

Dare she hope? Perhaps this time.. was different. Perhaps this time her wish really had come true.

Full Custom Form
Name: Ophelia
Age: Sort of in the middle range for toddler?
Ethnicity/Breed: Ideally, she's a naiad of some sort - basically, a water spirit directly linked to the ocean. I see her with very pale white skin with something of a blue undertone, and a very fine build and facial structure. She'll get long and thin and a bit willowy as she gets older.
Eye Colour: Primarily dark blue-green but with gray flecks
Hair Color and Style: Very dark green bordering on black, with a bit of a seaweed look to it. On the relaxed, wavy side of curly, and long-ish, particularly in respect to her age. She wears it down and can't stand having it put up. Actually, any attempts to pin it up end in absolute failure. It is perpetually damp and tastes/smells of sea salt, but she doesn't seem to mind.
Clothing: Well, she's found in a blanket made of fishing nets, but we can't keep her in that, can we?! You're fantastic at designing outfits, so I'm sort of tempted to just give you a style to run with. She's a beach kid, but not the right age for a cute bathing suit and shorts, so how about a yellow raincoat and rolled up jeans for now?
Accessories: Pearls and seashells! On necklaces, in her hair, in her hands, wherever! She loves them and grabs them whenever she finds them.
Any Body Art?: Webbed toes and thin braids of blue scales around her wrists and ankles.
Personality: Moody! There would appear to be some connection between the weather, the tides, the state of the ocean, and Ophelia's mood. As such, she's generally calm bordering on happy and giggly, but occasionally can throw extremely fierce temper tantrums or just get fussy in general. (As she gets older, this would shift torwards more manipulative.) Ophelia's a sweet child, and obedient when she wants to be, but deep down she just wants to run wild. (She's going to break hearts when she's older, oh yes.)
Reference Images:
Anything Else?: Her guardian’s name is Michael Prosper, generally referred to just as “Prosper”. He is an artist who lives on the Barton coast. And, um, you’ll meet him shortly.

Using the alternate prompt. <3

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The morning mist off the sea clung low to the ground as Prosper made his way up the old path. The fences had finally given way in the last storm and dune grass wrestled for control with the well-worn sand packed tough by years and years of feet, but he knew the path well enough that it didn’t bother him any. As he approached the top of the hill, the well loomed out of the fog before him. The coin in his hand grew suddenly warm.

As a young man, Prosper had discovered the well and begun wishing for love. He made a ritual of it, tossing a shiny dime in each Sunday until he got his wish. And then he met the young woman who later became his wife, and had stopped wishing for a while. And then, as the years passed, they returned to the well and began wishing for a child. They dropped gleaming quarters in every Monday, and the well was trying to work its magic. They could tell the well was trying, because they found themselves mourning half-formed nothings where before there had only been blue sticks.

And then Prosper found himself mourning his wife, and he abandoned the well and whatever magic it held.

Years passed again, and Prosper’s brown hair became peppered with streaks of gray, and some sort of magnetism began to draw him back to the well. He wasn’t certain why, or what to wish for, just that every Wednesday morning he found all his pennies and made the trip from his cottage down the beach, up the hill, and to the edge of the well. He supposed it just went straight to the ocean, because it only ever brought up salt water, but perhaps there was a colony of dolphins somewhere getting rich off his wishing.

He’d been making empty, impossible wishes. Wishes he neither wanted nor felt, in order to try to keep his mind away from the wish he wanted to make, the one he had wanted to be able to keep making. He stared at the coins in his hand.

Oh, what the hell.

“I wish for a child,” said Prosper aloud, and opened his fistful of pennies above the well. They clattered down the shaft and he heard them plunk-plunk-plunk at the bottom.

Another empty wish, he decided, and stared at the well for a moment before beginning to turn.

Something mewed at the bottom of the well. It echoed up and caught in Prosper’s ears. He turned back around and stared at the crumbling stone structure.

Was there a bird down there?

He looked down but saw nothing. The rope on the bucket jiggled. He heard the sound again. A puff of sea breeze emerged from the well.

First warily, and then hopefully, Prosper began to pull the bucket up. It had weight to it, like it was full of seawater. Or coins.

The bucket and its contents moved into the light.

Or a baby?

Prosper tied the rope off and reached out to lift the bundle of fishing nets and old sailcloth out of the bucket. The infant stared at him, pale quiet as the grave, her eyes as blue-grey as the ocean on an overcast day. Man and child both blinked. Hair as dark and shiny as seaweed – the ocean’s own daughter, thought Prosper.

She cried again – it was a sound like a distant seagull, the same as the one that had echoed up from the well. Prosper choked on whatever he could possibly think to say and cradled her in his arms, her small, cold and wet form against his large, warm and dry one.

There was magic in the well, as potent as ever, the same sort that had made him believe in it in the first place. It had finally granted him what he had begged from it for decades, and all past offenses were forgiven.

He would take the child home, teach her to run along the edge of the tide, and to paint sunsets that glowed with the last embers of the day, and to find the constellations in the night sky. Ten years late wasn’t too late, after all.

The sun broke through the clouds as he began the walk home. It felt like it had not done so in a decade.

Are parafoxes still available or have they gone extinct?? heart