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 Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 3:01 pm
HOMG, WHAT'S THAT?!!
ITS A WILD RP CONTEST!
Alright guys, time for an rp contest. This lovely gent has been gathering dust in my journal, and it's time to turn him loose! He has no family, no background, no nothing, a clean slate!
This contest will run for one week, and the winner will be announced on Monday the 19th! How do you win him, you ask? Fill out the form below! I'll be looking for depth and originality, so get your entries in!
Rules
1. No text boundaries! Make it as long, or as short as you like.
2. So long as I haven't posted that the contest is closed for judging, it isn't closed.
3. Proper spelling and grammar are greatly appreciated.
4. Please remember that this guy(or girl, your choice CX) needs RP! If I didn't mind him sitting in a journal, gathering dust, I wouldn't be re-homing him ^^; After all, he's more than just a pretty face, right?
5. Please only post your final entry. I'll be reading these as they come in, so if you make a change, I may not notice!
6. This is open to all challengers, newbie and regular alike.
The Prompts
1. Free Writing! Write me a story about the character! Anything at all.
2. Who Are you? Give me the background story to your character, and tell me what they're like!
3. One night, you venture out to the borders of the hartlands. Nothing will sway you from getting there, your heart is set on it. But why, exactly, are you going, and what waits for your there?
The Form
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[b]Username:[b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Prompt Response:[/b]
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 6:21 pm
Username: Insanity_of_the_Loveless
Character Name: Ambros
Gender: Male
Personality: Serene
Prompt Response: Prompt 1
You want to know about me? Well, then let me tell you that I feel like a new person almost every single day. I take it in stride that I am different and by different I mean… I cannot remember what happened to me most of yesterday or the many days that come before that. My name is Ambros and I have Partial Amnesia. Sharing a memory has been hard for me even for little things like… Did I take a drink of water in that pond today? Or what is my name again? I make sure to put my hooves in good use to spell it out on the ground before I go to sleep just so I can have the reminder that can trigger something in my mind. I don’t know how long I fall asleep for even if it is for a long time or a short time but it’s always a new day, a new adventure to begin even though I might have done the same thing yesterday. The only thing I do remember is that this didn’t start until after I was a fawn.
I once lived a day thinking I was some other type of animal, I once harvested nuts because I had a memory of watching a squirrel run around taking care of his family. I woke up the next day extremely confused of why I was in a rotten tree surrounded by squirrel food. I made the connection in time and I was completely embarrassed. You think most Herla would panic finding themselves in places that they never been or waking up to being someone else for the day and scaring others off. But, no, I keep calm and take it as is. I don’t pretend to be anyone I am not and I am not here to impress anyone else. If someone does come about to like me I am sure they will try to work around my disability. I have yet to meet that herla but I am sure I will find someone one day. For now I will wake up in odd places, eat strange foods that might make me pass out the next day and do things that ‘normal’ herla wouldn’t do. But, that’s me, Ambros and I have partial amnesia.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 12:48 pm
Username: Fea Line
Character Name: Bane
Gender: Male
Personality: Cocky, Unwavering, hard to please. He can be very blunt at times, but he doesn't make an attempt to be rude. In most cases, he speaks before he thinks, and really doesn't care if his words upset others or not, he simply see's it as the blatant truth, not an insult or otherwise. He also has a very very deep passionate love for collecting and making art with feathers.
Prompt Response: a mix of 1 and 2.
Bane was born to a small herd of forest herla, there never seemed to be more than ten at a time, and usually the majority of his herd were females. When he was born, he was the only one born, for whatever reasons that may have been. He wasn't real sure, being just a fawn himself, and the other members of his herd didn't seem that much affected by it, and so he was given to the center of attention. Every hind doted upon him, and the two older Hart's of the herd attempted to teach him how to grow into a find strong hart some day. However.....Bane was different.
He didn't much care for grazing and all that. He didn't much care for playing with the others, as he had no younger siblings or playmates to really experience the joys of true fun. Instead, he took to keeping to himself and started a hobby of collecting feathers as he happened across them in the forests or while grazing with his mother. He was mesmerized from the very first feather he ever found. How curious this little thing was. How soft and fragile. How beautiful, its array of colors - dazzling in the sun, plain in the shadows. How marvelous they were still upon the bird. He would watch the flighted creatures closely, seeing how each feather moved and shuffled about as they perched, as they flew or nested. He knew then, at that young age, he wanted to collect them all. Every feather of every bird that ever existed.
It wasn't until his yearling years, when he began to learn more about the winged species and was able to organize his collection of feathers by type, color, species, that he discovered the pictures and colorful splendors they could create. How each feather served to contrast to the feather next to it if placed in a precise way. How the spots of some feathers could create the features of eyes, while the stripes on others seemed like mist upon a snowy field or tracks in the dark brown of dirt. And as he grew older, his passion, intensity, his love for the little works of perfection grew even stronger.
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(a present day shift)
There was just soooo much work to be done and so little time. The other's just didn't understand the delicate process and importance of Bane's hobby... hobby? No that word was meaningless for what he did. It was his work. His life's pleasure. He boasted a massive array of feathers from all over the Hartlands, and even some from other colonies and regions. Some of these feathers he had found himself while wandering the lands. Some he caught on the wind as they happened to blow into his path, a little gift from heavens he would say. Others he would trade things to the birds in return for shed feathers they no longer needed, or offered them something in return for them fetching him feathers from the most exotic of places. What Bane did was certainly not a hobby. It was art. Art at its best, or so he thought.
The place he had made his home was decorated in every color feather you could imagine, hung from various corners of his home in a way that at first glance, you would think a rainbow had settled there. Each neatly placed in sections according to color, how well they contrasted to each other, some placed in a manner that they almost painted out a picture upon the walls of the cave he claimed as part of his humble home. He was very proud of his collection... of his art. To him, no other splendor of the world could compare to the masterpieces he created with the simplest of materials. But of course, just as he was his biggest fan, he was also his worst critic. Everything had to be perfect, and if it wasn't so in his eyes, he tore it down and started all over.
One particular day, when he was working on another masterpiece for the front bushes that marked the path to his cave, a yearling happened to come trotting by. She paused to marvel at the spectacles she saw, the vibrant colors of the feathers so neatly arranged by this interesting looking hart. "Such pretty feathers!" she cooed in delight as her eyes seemed to sparkle at every feather she glanced over.
Pausing almost instantly, his usual half narrowed eyes slightly twitched. With a calm, yet firm tone, he fixed the yearling in a very serious stare. "Pretty?" he began, almost uttering a patronizing chuckle but he refrained. "My dear girl, they are more than just simply.... pretty." says the word as if its vile dripping from his tongue. Gesturing with his nose, he pointed to a few feathers. "That is the third secondary feather of a blue jay. Those are the first and fourth primary's of a cardinal. Those small ones there are the primary covert's from a regal and majestic falcon. Over there." he said with a sophisticated turn of his head in the opposite direction. "Are a few marginal coverts from a Red Macaw. And just adjacent to them are the alula's of a eagle. Yes, they are pleasing to look at, but their much more than...pretty." he spat the word out again, turning to fix her with another intense gaze. "Pretty just doesn't cut it. You have to understand the importance of each feather. Each one.... a brilliant master piece... each designed for a specific function. Carrying the wind, allowing for precise sheer turns while in flight, how loud or how soft the bird's flight is...." he said, his voice momentarily drifting off into a soft admiring whisper before his usual blunt, uninterested features returned. "The mechanics and brilliance of feathers is far more than any mere herla could ever understand, let alone a yearling like yourself." he finished, his tone harsh.
The yearling's eyes widened and bubbled up with tears before she went sprinting away, crying for her mother.
Bane stared at her as she left. Was he angry he had upset her? No, not really. He had not intended to upset her, but in his mind all he had done was reveal to her the simple truth. Truth can hurt, but it wasn't his fault she couldn't handle it. She wasn't mature yet. Shrugging it off, he turned his head back to his work and began gently nosing through a collection of new feathers he was eager to place into his art. Each one had to be nestled into utter perfection, and he would take all day and all night if he needed to.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2012 4:10 am
Closed!! Aaaaand the winner iiiiisss...
*drumrolls*
Fea Line!
I really loved your ideas for his personality, and I can't wait to see what you have in store for him ^^ And if you'd ever like rp, I'm sure Tinker, Corax or Chanda would be willing to part with some feathers XD
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