♪♫ ..Mysterious and spooky.. ♪♫ October's rolled around, and everyone knows this month is especially heavy with magic - of the spiritual kind in particular. As it happens, my Avani and her mate Dagda just had their second set of bowls - three of them this time around.
Their coloring aside, this bowls seem to have something a little.. darker about them, than their family in general.
This is a contest for the only boy this time around, the firstborn of the litter. Look below for more details!
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 11:55 am
The family
Dagda Bloo-Pardus Your dad. He's a bit of a goofball, very playful and loveable. His magic mostly focuses around water and ice, and he's quite talented with those! His sister Isis is somewhat more versatile in magical arts, and seemingly got more powers as well. Don't expect him to be much of an authority - he's more likely to let you ride around on his shoulders, and teach you how to swim and what kind of grass feels nicest to roll around in. Dagda and Avani met as bowls, and became friends immediately. It took a while for them to be reunited, but love blossomed between the two almost right away. Now they're inseparable. (Owned by ~Lady Kanna~)
Avani Your mother. Shy and a little skittish, but also very curious and gentle. She's got some magic in her as well, but while she can perform a wide variety of different kinds, none of it is particularly powerful. She loves to learn new things, and you're most likely to find her with her nose buried in yet another book. She suffers from a very bad stutter, result from an accident that happened when she was still a bowl, and she's practically blind without her glasses. There may be a chance of one of your litter inheriting her terrible eyesight. (Owned by Mia Lavinia)
Thoth and Marduk Bloo-Pardus Your older brothers, the eldest and youngest of their litter. They'll be glad to help you with your magic studies, should you decide to focus on that path. (Owned by Geyser Eelborn and Mia Lavinia)
Waka-Kamuy, Teles and Varuna Bloo-Pardus Your older sisters. Quite likely to dote on you and your younger sisters. (Owned by ~Lady Kanna~, grasshopper pie and CrimsonCutie666)
Ophelia Melancholia Bloo-Pardus Your older little sister. Prim, proper, grim. Ophelia is the perfect little lady, and doesn't much care for her more excitable siblings. This isn't to say she doesn't like them, she just doesn't like all this prancing about and unnecessary happiness. She much prefers dreary, rainy days, and revels in the seances she holds, using her birth powers to do such. How delightfully morbid. (Owned by ~Lady Kanna~)
Morticia Eudora Bloo-Pardus Your youngest sister. Morticia is a bit on the strange side, you might say. She's always speaking to someone, or several someones.. who you can't hear. She may sometimes do things that are absolutely daft, and tell you 'they' coaxed her into it. Other than that, she's relatively friendly, if a little suspicious towards others, and is secretly a little bit of a romantic. Should one make friends with her, she may turn out to be a little possessive.. (Owned by Mia Lavinia)
You also have an aunt named Isis, and a cousin named Jynx (owned by xx Aps), an adopted cousin by the name of Banshee(Mia Lavinia) and many more relatives in the Pardus family!
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 12:56 pm
The catch
So, in honor of the month of spookies, this litter has themed names, taken from the Addams Family. A middle name is preferred, but not obligatory. The last name Bloo-Pardus should go without saying. ♥
Below is your form. We don't have a particular prompt for you to follow for the RP entry, since we are most interested in the personality you're giving the kit, as well as how they interact with the family. You can use Avani and Morticia in your entry.
[b][color=#9BCD9B]I know this tune![/color][/b]
[b]Username:[/b] [b]Bowl's name:[/b] [b]Personality:[/b] (You can make this as elaborate or brief as you'd like, as long as we get some kind of an idea what the boy will be like.) [b]Views on your family?[/b] (Again, may be elaborate or concise, just give some kind of opinions the kit has on others.) [b]RP entry:[/b] (Here you may include something regarding the possible powers the boy has, how he uses them.. just have fun and be creative!)
Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 2:34 pm
OH GOD MY ALARM DIDN'T GO OFF, I DID WHAT I COULD.
I know this tune!
Username: Roserain Bowl's name: Gomez Castile Bloo-Pardus *Note* Gomez, the Addams character, was from Castile, hence the bowl's middle name. Plus it's a pretty sweet name 8D and a very cool place in Spain Personality: Eccentric and outgoing, he either has no concept or ability to understand when someone's being negative or he genuinely doesn't care that they're pessimistic and carries on anyway. He finds the macabre to be beautiful, lovely even, since death gives life value. Dark stories that highlight the worst of humanity often have him clasping his hands in glee, which makes many raise their eyebrows. Though if anyone bothered to ask -why- he'd point out the good that comes from the bad. The amazing spirit to overcome, and how it transforms into something glorious. Besides, death is not an end, it is just a something -else-. Fascinated by people as a whole, he has little regard for personal boundaries and will often ask very personal questions about emotions or what's going on; almost as if he's taking notes. Anything that elicits a strong positive or negative emotion in people has him curling up with popcorn. Gomez also loves the complexity of design, intricate bead-work to towering skyscrapers, things that take incredible detail are a source of fondness for him. Moreso when it's taken for granted, such as a computer. (I can see him taking things apart constantly, but not so much putting it back together. More of an analytical eye towards understanding all the tiny, working parts.)
Magic: Honestly? I'd really like to wait and see how his Halloween edits look before working on this. My opinion could really shift, depending. xD;
Views on your family? This guy loves his family, seriously. Though he might get on some of their nerves with his constant energy. I think that would probably be the only thing that would get him to suddenly turn 'dark', if someone threatened a family member. Never mind if that family member perhaps didn't always get along with him, I could just see his smile slowly fading and his eyes going cold while glaring at the person, before promptly -doing- something about the problem. RP entry:
((s**t guys! No time Dx *sobs* Stupid alarm))
Cracking his knuckles, Gomez tilted his head with a grin, enjoying the sound and the feel. There was work to do, after all, and this was quite a pretty find. Bones, to be blunt, and when he looked up the size and shape of them it seemed possible they were from a deer. He didn't know how to feel about that, at first he had thought that perhaps here was a solution to a murder mystery. A girl shot in the woods? Perhaps someone lost their way? How wonderful would that be? Here, their final resting place among the leaves and wind, beautiful really. He could give them to the family, give them closure. A memento of a loved one departed... and a reminder that they too would die soon. Would join them soon.
He somehow doubted deer would feel the same gravitas about the situation. Did deer even understand 'death'? Hmm, an interesting question... (TIME, THAT'S TIME! blargh I'm sorry I intended to write so much more)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 2:53 pm
I know this tune!
Username: lux_rayne13 Bowl's name: Lucas Aristotle Bloo-Pardus Personality: Lucas, at first, appears to be a normal, happy young Noodle, without a care in the world. He's always there to lend a helping paw, offer advice, or generally do anything that could be of help. When he's not directly active in socialization, he likes to just watch the world, observe the ones around him, and sometimes finds a water source to play with and manipulate. However, once you get to know him (IF you can get to know him) you'll find that underneath, he's bonkers. Lucas has a borderline unhealthy obsession with dolls, voo-doo dolls to be specific, and spends maybe too much free time with them. Each one he calls his friend, and he insists on hiding them away for safety. Views on your family? He's a daddy's boy, and draws a lot of his lively exterior from him. He loves his mom, but often watches her like a hawk convinced she's hiding something. As for his little sisters, he's protective as all get out over them. If they bring home a friend, NAME brings home a new doll. He never wishes anything malicious... but he'll be stripped of his wings and his head before he lets his girls fall to harm. Morticia he sometimes gets jealous of, thinking she might be talking to /his/ dolls/friends, and Ophelia he can't take seriously most of the time, secretly finding amusement in her seances. (ironic, right?) RP entry: It was a dark and stormy night... Ok, no it wasn't, but Lucas thought it would be more fun if it was. In reality, the bouncy Noodle was soaking up the sunshine around lunchtime, and clouds and rain were no where in sight. He had spent his morning tending to his dolls, teasing his baby sisters, stalking his mom, and hiding from his dad. Why was he hiding? Just because, and for no other reason than that~ Now he was bored, and strolled around town just trying to find something to do. Normally he'd be at a pond or something of the like, but he just wasn't feeling it today. It took him a while of wandering, but sometime in the early afternoon Lucas found himself at the graveyard. Spooky place, even to him. Shaking out his feathers, he tucked them in close and cautiously ventured in. In his mind, the sky immediately darkened, owls hooted, bats screeched and the stone statues moved. He ducked his head, trying to figure out why he'd come to such a place... THERE! His ears perked, as someone called out to him. Not really a /someone/ someone, but a someone. He moved quickly, aware of all the eyes that weren't really there boring into him as if trying to see his soul. Around this grave, behind that grave, under a tree and through the woods to grandmothers haunted house he went, before his paws came to a stop in the far corner of the graveyard. Frowning, he looked around, trying to pin the source of who was calling to him... The bushes rustled, a bird flew out, Lucas screamed, and a doll hit the ground. Wait... doll? Lucas gingerly scooped up the pathetic looking rag doll, nearly void of individual features save for a tuft of blue hair on top, and listened. Yes, yes! This was who was calling him! The Noodle brushed the dirt off the poor thing, smoothed its hair, tucked it in his pocked and happily trotted home. Oh, he couldn't wait to show the others! ... Well, the other dolls, of course!
Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 3:51 pm
I know this tune!
Username: jinxgirl5 Bowl's name: Tristan Pubert Bloo-Pardus Personality: On the surface of things Tristan seems to be a very normal, bland guy. Neither too energetic nor too dull, too outgoing nor too reclusive, too cultured not too boorish. He's a friendly guy, quick to smile and always willing to participate no matter what the activity. It'll take a bit of interaction and observation to figure out what Tristan personally is like and enjoys. For starters, he has a wide variety of interests and it's hard to shock him. He doesn't seem to have any kind of preference in conversational topic, but he will reference anything and everything no matter how remotely related it might be, as long as, in his mind, there's relevance. For example, he can talk about cutesy sparkly ponies and recite a list of the most morbid executions throughout history in the same breath without so much as a twinge.
Tristan is territorial about those he considers "family", be they actual family or just friends he considers close. He displays this through passive-aggressive behavior, since open confrontation just isn't his style but he's more than willing (and able!) to make an interloper highly uncomfortable until they go away. It can be considered annoying or endearing, or equal combinations of the two. Because he can be so blasé about most things it's hard to find a way to get back at him in return, but he does have his buttons. Touching, for one, is something Tristan rarely instigates and doesn't often seek out, so he's highly sensitive to and easily flustered by touch. Views on your family? Father: His father helps him achieve balance in his life. Like Tristan isn't a huge swimmer, but something about Dagda's energy and encouragement always seems to make him willing to give it another shot. Life is full of simple pleasures and is meant to be enjoyed, and Dagda helps remind Tristan of that. Mother: Tristan adores Avani. She has such a wide variety of knowledge and he shares her love of reading. He can spend hours sitting side-by-side with her, each of their noses buried in a book. It delights him whenever she reads aloud to him, knowing she's a bit self-conscious about her stuttering but ignoring it to share something she finds interesting with her son. Litter mates: Tristan is mildly possessive of his sisters and will be the first to back them if ever they need it. He doesn't mind Ophelia's love for the gloomier side of life; in fact, he finds it fascinating. Morticia's habit of talking to (apparent) thin air doesn't bother him either. It actually makes quite a bit of sense to him, though he doesn't say why. Other sibs: Tristan isn't really sure how to handle Marduk; that brother is a whirlwind that makes even Dagda look calm. Thoth is a puzzle to him. The same can be said for Waka, Teles, and Varuna. All-in-all he doesn't know most of his older siblings that well, but he still feels a sense of familial fondness for them. RP entry: Tristan looked on as solemnly as only a kit can appear while his sister had a conversation with the stranger. He wasn't much of a talker himself, and the stranger had come up to Morticia to chat, not Tristan. Besides, he couldn't hear anything the stranger was saying. It didn't look like Morticia was having much fun either. She'd been chatty enough, but now she was frowning like she understand what the stranger was telling her.
"Okay, I will," she chirped, then turned to look at her brother. "Hey Tris, the voice says quit staring. You're making him uncomfortable." She gave him an expectant look. Tristan blinked, then shrugged and decided to head back home. If the stranger was bothered by his being there and Morticia was enjoying their talk, it would be best to leave. "Okay, now where exactly am I supposed to look for this thing you lost," he heard behind him as he walked. A few adults out enjoying the last days of sunshine by the river turned and looked at his sister strangely.
Tristan was used to the stares and whispers by this point. When they were really little his parents couldn't understand why Morticia would talk to thin air, or why Tristan would stare at that same air as though he was actually seeing something there. Why he would sometimes just start crying like he was terrified when he had been perfectly normal a moment ago. It was actually Ophelia who figured it out first, and helped him deal with it. She was oddly reassuring in her own way. Tristan was seeing dead people.
Not all of them were scary. It was just that he saw them as how they looked when they died, and some were pretty gruesome. It had taken a while to get used to, but now he was quite matter-of-fact about it. Morticia's new friend, for example, had a gaping wet hole in his chest about where the heart should be...
Tristan paused to remove a pair of glasses hanging from his neck and shove them on his nose with a sigh of relief. These were his special glasses. Momma had made them back when he still screamed about seeing bad things, telling him that they would make the bad things vanish. As long as Tristan had his glasses, he didn't have to see all the dead people. When they weren't scary they were kind of annoying, following him and trying to talk to him even though he couldn't hear a word they said. Still. He pushed the glasses a bit further up his nose and continued walking. He didn't want to have to rely on these. He wanted to grow up big and brave, not a scaredy-cat!
Pretty much a look into his kit life. As an adult spirits won't scare him anymore. I'm assuming it's dead people Morticia talks to. If he doesn't have glasses as an adult, I'm gonna just make them a thing he had in his childhood but doesn't need anymore. Whether you want Avani to have magicked them for real or not is up to you, but I figure they were like a placebo that helped his brain shut down his power, so when he looks through them he can't see the dead. I figure this is where his reluctance to touch can have gotten it's start; some dead people would look the same as normal people, and maybe he touched a couple of them by mistake before he finally just instigated a "No touching at all" rule. He can't hear the dead at all, will probably leave it that way for now.
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 4:40 pm
I know this tune!
Username: Novablu Bowl's name: Tristan Thing Bloo-Pardus Personality: Tristan is mute--he communicates through sign-language and his hands are the best way to do that. He's not at all serious, taking after his father's side--a natural jokester, though rather morbid in his humor, nothing is sacred or 'off limits' to him. He might act all wide-eyed-innocent, but know that he's not. He won't hurt family members, but if you wrong someone close to him? He's like a pirahnna, hungry and out for blood. Speaking of, he likes his meat rare and has abnormally sharp teeth. Views on your family? They're crazy, but he loves them. Ophelia bores him and he likes to play tricks on her--but she's not the only one. He adores his little sister Morticia's company...and will "speak" for the beings you see her talking to. He can't see them or hear them, but no one outside the family knows that! His father is good fun and shares his love for water from the aquatic blood, and his mother...she's special to him, and he's rather protective of him. She's the reason he developed his magic. RP entry: It was simple, they said. It's that little spark inside of you, alight under your skin, begging to be released. Well then, Tristan had no idea WHY the magic wouldn't come out if it wanted it so badly. It was like trying to pry a corpse from its coffin after it'd been dead for too long--you just weren't gonna be able to do it...at least not without making a morbid mess.
With a sigh, Tristan meandered over to his mother. He'd spent most the day pushing energy from his paws. He'd managed to make an icecube--wow, he could cool down a drink, impressive...not--and he'd managed to wilt a few flowers. He'd be a riot at a funeral. Resting his head on his paws, tired of trying to "train" when none of it was easy at all, he lay there and thought of what-if-scenarios. Like, what if the zombie apocalypse would happen. How could he use his powers to kill them? He could make a blade out of ice and slaughter them, gooey black blood everywhere. Or maybe he'd get good enough to kill with a single touch--EPIC!
He bumped his little head against his mom's shoulder. Avani was his favorite--it was no secret. He just...loved her so much his heart might explode and make a bloody mess. She got him. He just wished he could tell her how much he loved her. See, this little kit was born mute--physically unable to make a sound, not even a grunt. He'd picked up sign-language easily enough; he was mute, not dim after all...but Momma... Her eyesight was horrible and he wondered if she'd ever really be able to see him signing his love for her. What if she lost her glasses? What if a zombie was going to eat her and he couldn't shout to save her.
Wallowing in self-pity and frustration, he began to scream words in his head, words followed by rather graphic images of him slaughtering the zombies as they lurched through the town. Avani jerked as if stung, startling him. He quickly signed "What's wrong?" to which she frowned. "Nothing..." But it was something. Excitement flared in his gut. He tried again, softening the images--a purple polka-dotted rhinocerous with black emo hair and guyliner... He saw his mother's lip twitch into a smile and he just about vibrated with excitement. Could she...hear him? In her head? Was he telepathic or whatever?
He nudged her, signing to her: "Listen to what I tell you," and then imagined it: him with his arms around her neck, whispering in her ear that he loved her more than anything else. Avani's eyes grew round and he did a dance. "I did it! You heard me, whoooot!" Or rather, it was a mixture of sign language, telepathy, and images of him partying.
He grinned at Momma, wrapping his arms around her neck just like he had in the vision--and in her ear, mentally he whispered, "I would save you from a zombie apocalypse, Momma." Then he strutted off, signing to anyone that would listen--he had magic and he was awesome.
Time to cause some trouble.
Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 7:00 pm
I know this tune!
Username: PidgeonsGoMeowX3 Bowl's name: Homer Aristotle Bloo-Pardus Personality: Homer's an accident waiting to happen, and reacts to his own slip ups with about as much cheer as those around him. No matter how much he takes down those stairs, he will fall and break everything, and proceed to scream at the floor until he feels better. He can be viewed as a sour sort with a pout to match his general vibe, which is "Whatever you want to do, I will hate doing." However, despite looking bitter or angsty, Homer's not anti-social or unhappy to be near you (Unless you're being a total jerk), it's really just his face. Smiling doesn't come as naturally to Homer as it may to everyone else, which is why he can look pretty upset while he stands idly up against a wall, before doing his trademark slip and fall from a-top the stairs.
"DAAAAA! Stupid stairs, ADADADADSASA! D<"
"IF THESE STAIRS WERE SHORTER, MAYBE THIS WOULDN'T BE HAPPENING!"
"I'm not mad, why would you think that?" emotion_donotwant
"SERIOUSLY, I'm. NOT. MAD." D<
"ASASASADDSAF! If you keep asking me I will BECOME MAD!" evil
Views on your family? (Proceeds to respond from Homer's point of view because that's how she rolls. |3)
"Dad's my favorite, because he doesn't care how many times I fall down the stairs or break things, he just wants me alive and ready for fun. That, and, have you tried rolling in that field over there? IT'S DIVINE."
"Unfortunately, I think I frighten mom with how much I yell at myself after I break things. I know I can be loud and upsetting, but I don't really know how else to express how irritated I am with myself. Am I supposed to yell with my brain or my inside voice? Eh, anyway, she likes to read, which is something I appreciate. I wish she wouldn't stutter, though..."
"Thoth and Marduk seem to only want me to choose a magic path, which irritates me. I'm a klutz, what makes them think I need to learn magic? Maybe they want me to make things explode? ...Explosions are kind of fun..."
My older sisters dote on me, which I can't complain much about. If they want to give me attention and be nice to me, that's fine. I just hope that they don't become overbearing or protective... That would SUCK."
"Ophelia and Morticia are my little sisters and... I'm not quite sure what to do with either of them. One seems to have something stuck up her rear all the time and the other talks to air all the time. Am I supposed to be the one to fix them or something? Ophelia could use some lessons in how to be amused and Morticia needs help differentiating between reality and fiction... I have no idea how to begin, they're both going to be a challenge."
"I've got more family somewhere around here, I've been told. I hope that my aunt and cousins are nice, maybe even willing to have some fun. Who knows? I haven't met them yet."
RP entry:
It was amazing how Homer always ended up in odd situations such as this. He was upside down, waving gently back and forth, while dangling off of a light fixture high up on the ceiling. He had been trying to replace a broken light bulb from within the center of the object and lost his footing. However, with his luck being as finicky as usual, his feet got stuck in the metal frame of the light fixture as he fell, and left him in his current position. To anyone with a love of the darker side of humor, his expression and positioning would have sent you into a fit of giggles faster than a puma pouncing upon it's prey.
"Mom! Dad!" Homer screamed, his voice echoing through the house. He waited, his face drooping further, and took a deep breath. "Thoth! Marduk! If you can hear me, I'm about to fall to my death! HELP ME!"
Again, silence, which only added fuel to his growing anxiety. He was going to die! This was the end! He would die, trapped in this stupid light fixture and his mother and father would have to bury their youngest son with his feet still attached to it! How stupid was he to think he could actually change a light bulb and not get hurt?! AUGH! He snarled and began to thrash about.
"MORTICIA! OPHELIA! ANYONE! HELP ME!" He screamed. His body caused the light fixture to swing back and forth rapidly, much like a rocking horse, until his legs slipped out from their "trap." As he plummeted down to the ground, his screams caused the light bulbs around him to flicker, brighten, and ultimately burst open, sending shards of glass everywhere.
"AAAAH! HOLY CRAP!" He shrieked, floating to the side to avoid much of the destruction. Then, he stared down the ground, blinked, and heaved a heavy sigh. HE HAD WINGS, RIIIIGHT. How did he manage to forget that he had wings? This was, like, the fifth time he forgot that important detail about his body! He floated gently to the ground and examined the piles of glass all around him, and tilted his head. Well, well, he had the ability to make lights explode? No... No... In order to make lights explode, you needed to be able to manipulate electricity, which was probably what he had just done! He grinned and gave his wings a happy little flap. Awesome! He had powers! Wait until Thoth and Marduk heard the news!
He moved to race off towards his brother's rooms when a glass shard nicked his paw, causing him to grimace. AUGH! Before he could even think about talking to his brothers, he needed to clean this mess up and get new light bulbs for every socket in this room! He growled and grabbed a dustpan and broom. These new powers already seemed to be more like a curse than and gift...
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I know this tune!
Username: Peter D Hook Bowl's name: Muerto Fester Bloo-Pardus Personality: Muerto can be rather dower, and his favorite holiday is Dia de Los Muertos (Day of the Dead). He has a little bit of magic, but he's not very good at using it, but when he does use it, it's often to play a prank on his little sisters. He inherited some of his father's water magic, and can use it to create illusions. But he's really not very good at it. Views on your family? Muerto loves his baby sisters, but he doesn't get on very well with his older siblings. He's a bit of a mama's boy and often runs to her if he has a problem. Muerto likes his dad, but he tends to avoid his father because of his cheery disposition. RP entry: Muerto crouched above the stairwell, waiting for one of his sisters to walk below him. A grin stretched across his face when he saw Ophelia approaching. He concentrated hard, his arms extended as he began to form a little orb of water in midair. He waited now, watching as his sister grew closer and he smirked, dropping the water orb on her head.
"Ugh! Muerto!" Ophelia shook her head to try and get the water off her and she glared up at her big brother who had fallen over to the floor, laughing at his sister.
He sat up after a few moments, wiping a tear from his eye as his laughter began to wane. "Hehehe... I couldn't help it! I was hoping Morti would be the one to walk by, not you."
Ophelia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms with a soft huff. "Don't do it again or I might call on some of my friends to make you sorry and give you wedgies in your sleep."
Muerto barked out another fit of laughter. "Wedgies, huh? Hahaha! Bring it on!"
Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 10:47 am
I know this tune!
Username: gpprincess88 Bowl's name: Pugsley Isolde Bloo-Pardus Personality: Im getting this vibe from him that he is a trouble maker. As a kit it works well on him, causing mischief blaming it on his "dippy" sister, Morticia. He likes danger and to be on the wild side, sneaking out late at night. Burning kids dolls in a secret hangout. Making friends with the wrong kid of people. I'd like him to have a love hate relationship with his siblings. He loves them around his family but in public it would be like he is making fun of them in order to be in the "in" crowd. Hopefully he will grow out of the stage of mischief...then again maybe not -hackle crackle laugh- Views on your family? His views are in the rp. My interent is limited im sorry sweatdrop RP entry: The little kit come around the corner laughing at something he thought was hilarous. He smudged his way around the corner and bumped into you. "Arrrrrg! Shiver my booty. It's a human? That is what you are right? A human or are you an elf? Or a thing? Well whatever ever you are my name is Pugsley. Your name is???" He paused as you answered him. "Oh you like stories? Well dont i has a story for you. Here make yourself comfy!" He drew a picture of a comfy chair and it appears under your tush. "Sit!" He commanded. He smiled as he twirled into a story telling outfit. He clears his throat and starts to sing, " Here's the story, Of a lovely lady Who was bringing up three very lovely.... Ooops wrong song! Sorry... They're creepy and they're kooky, mysterious and spooky. They're all together ooky, the Bloo-Pardus family! Our house is a museum, when people come to see-em, They really are a scre-um the Bloo-Pardus family!" He giggles. " So i have this awesome family, well somewhat awesome. My sister Morticia makes me wonder about her. She talks to these imaginary friends. I tell her to stop but she doesnt listen. My other sister is such a miss priss i tell you. She is like...perfect, makes me sick you know? My other siblings are awesome. I keep them close you know. My mother is kind and sweet, but she is always reading a book." He pauses.." Oh my father. I love him, i can joke with him and have a water fight with him. Those he chests, i swear he does! He is a cheater in our games. I will get him one day >:3 " He nods. "thanks its been fun time to cause trouble." He leaves and as he disappears leaving a pin under your tush.
Username: Of The Epidemic Bowl's name: Wednesday Itt Bloo-Paradus (( My like two favorite characters out of the whole series. XD I know Wednesday is a girl in the series buuuuuuuuut I figured it’s pretty damn gender neutral so it would work. Also Wednesday's name is gotten from a poem, and in it wednesday is the child of woe. I thought it fit pretty well considering how woeful he is about his ability. ))
Personality: Wednesday is a polite child, careful and refined. With just a touch of a manipulative nature, thinking himself to be well above most others in intelligence; this gives him a bit of a snobby feel from time to time. He loves tea, and much like his mother prefers to curl up with a good book as opposed to running around causing too terribly much strife. He is quiet and tends to not speak unless he absolutely has to, using instead facial expressions to get his point across. He has visions that seem to strike out of nowhere, and often times don’t seem to make much sense. He tries not to think too terribly much on it but there are times when a smell, the feel of something, a word, will trigger these visions and he will be caught in place until they are done. He likes to drag people towards self development, and acts a bit like a psychiatrist without meaning to. If there is a secret you don’t want anyone to know then Wednesday is your man. He is fiercely loyal to his family and finds the most joy when in their presence.
Views on your family? Aside from being extremely dedicated to his family, he loves them. Each and every one of them, despite how some of the more bouncy get on his nerves, or how he sometimes finds his sister’s dark nature to be a bit bleak. There are problems of course and fights, but regardless of all that he still loves them very much. He seeks to make peace between all the different personalities in the house. Though he does seem to have a problem doing that when he gets overloaded, and while he rarely yells at anyone, there are times when he will simply draw back away from them to find his own peace of mind. His mother is possibly his favorite person, her nature being so much like his own but he finds that his father is capable of cheering him up regardless of the situation. His doting older sisters often fluster him, being as he finds he can’t keep up with all three of them. He wants very much to make them happy, but often times finds himself with three doting sisters before he can even properly respond to one. He strives for the approval of his older brothers, wanting them to be able to see him as not just the younger brother, but someone they can rely on. Someone of equal footing and not someone they have to constantly protect. He strives to not be a burden on his family and instead be the helpful child he knows himself to be.
RP entry:
Wednesday sunk into the soft plush of the chair, today had been less than perfect, and he was feeling worn and tired. His body ached, and he was sure that he was bruised along his side, and though he had taken the time to bandage the torn flesh, it still throbbed. He gently pulled the cup of tea to him before taking a long sip of the warm liquid. The soft sublet burst of honey mixed with the chamomile made his taste buds sing, and his eyes fall to a half lidded state. Wednesday often wished that he had been blessed with a different gift, or simply none at all. The only thing aside from the cursed visions, which never seemed to make any sense anyway, that he had going for him was a wicked intelligence. Which, while a blessed gift, was not the kind of gift he was particularly thinking about at this point. He flinched slightly as he sat his tea down and glanced out the window to his left.
He vaguely wondered, from time to time, if the visions actually meant anything at all. It was like swimming through murky water, heavy with emotions but things were muffled. He shook his head slowly; what did it matter if they did mean anything? It wasn’t like he could do much more than stand, or sit, in stock horror as whatever it was played out before him in a muffled manner. His mind drifted unbidden back over the day’s events.
He had awoken with the sun, his mood pleasantly high as the morning seemed to embrace the young noodle. So pleased had he been with the morning that he had actually come out of his room before any of the other children to help with breakfast and had spent a glorious morning among family and with his mother. Her quite nature and sweet motherly affections just seemed to brighten the day all the more and it had left him with a sort of rose colored haze on the world. This haze having only increased tenfold when he found his father outside, the older male having invited him for some swimming which, while Wednesday wasn’t the best at, due to his wings, had been something he and his father had bonded over.
The day had seemed, for better or worse, to be something akin to blessed. His spirits high, and his mood chipper, the young male had done something exceedingly rare for him. He had gone into town, to perhaps find his mother a new book and maybe something for his father as well. He could pick up some form of dark poetry for his younger sister Ophelia; she seemed to enjoy that sort of thing. A new love story for Morticia, and maybe some small tokens or other for his elder sisters; and then perhaps some spell ingredients for his brothers. Yes, that seemed like something he could handle with ease.
What he hadn’t been expecting, couldn’t have known, even if he did have the gift of foresight, was that it would all go horribly wrong. Fate was an ever cruel mistress after all and her good mood only ever seemed to go so far, usually going south about the time you felt things just couldn’t go wrong. Wednesday knew this, he did, and still he left the rose colored haze settle over his vision, leaving him almost peppy.
He had just left the book store, three new books safely tucked within the confines of his bag, on his way across the street to the potion shop when the smell of something had caused him to stop rather suddenly. It had left him lightheaded and dizzy, and he had just lifted his hand to his spinning head when he was forcefully sucked into the cloying depths of a vision.
It was at first like he couldn’t breathe, standing as he was in the murky depths once more. There were sounds around him, mumbled and distant. The feelings of fear, stress, tension, pain, hung around him like a damp blanket left to dry around his shoulders. He wrinkled his nose, his eyes starting to water and his lungs beginning to burn from lack of air. Why couldn’t he breathe? Someone was trying to get his attention, his name? Maybe? No, but maybe? He shook his head, as a scream pierced like a ray of light through the gloom making him blink in shock before he was suddenly bursting forth from the mucky depths of his own vision and out into the street once more.
He gasped and chocked, pushing against the chest of the one above him. He coughed and for a long moment just laid there, his head against the cement as he focused on the blessed thing called breathing. It was as he lay there, panting softly, that he felt the first sting of pain and the unmistakable scent of blood. His eyes shot open in shock, glaring at the entirely too pink male above him before skittering back and away. “What!? Just what do you think you are doing?!” His voice sounded odd and strained even in his own ears as the other male just sort of sat there looking at him.
An indignant expression crossed those pink features as the other turned his nose up. “I think it’s called saving your bloody life.” The response was laced with danger making Wednesday crinkle his nose and lay his ears back in displeasure. “Really, because it seems much more like you were trying to hurt me.” He snapped softly, his hand going to press against his side which was stinging and bleeding at the same time.
“Well if someone wasn’t just standing in the middle of the road like an idiot! Maybe someone else wouldn’t have had to tackle him out of the way of the bus!” The pink male raged, clearly flustered now as he puffed. Wednesday puffed slightly, pushing himself to shaky feet all the while glaring. “Thank you. I’ll be going.” His tone was clipped, and he just wanted to be free of the other’s company and back at home. How could this day have gone from so perfect to completely dreadful all in one swift motion?
The other rose with him, and though he glared, he kept his eyes on Wednesday’s side. This only furthered Wednesday distress, and made him feel even more out of sorts. “You’re welcome.” The tone was also clipped but not as harsh as it had once been. “Well good day.” Wednesday had stated in a rush before actually turning and fleeing the scene, leaving the other to just stand there in confusion and blink after him.
Wednesday sunk lower into his chair; that had possibly been the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to him in his life. His mother had fretted over him as had his father and he had quietly accepted it before excusing himself to his room. Where, upon entering, he had cleaned himself up, and then bandaged before moving to sink into his current position. Maybe he would ask his brothers about this, see if they could help him learn to control these visions, figure them out.
He winced, perhaps later, when his pride wasn’t quite so wounded and he wasn’t feeling quite so out of sorts. No, right now, he just needed to curl up with his tea, and a book. He would deal with the rest of it later.
Notes:
The pink male is actually my own character, Adi. XD So don't worry I didn't plunder him from anyone but myself. I would actually really like to turn that into a plot, his visions I mean. With him seeking help for them and maybe eventually making them clear and understandable.
Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 9:32 am
CLOSED! (I believe, if the time Mia put was correct)
We will be judging now, and thank you all for the entries! I'm looking forward to reading them!
Oh man, this was SUCH a tough decision for us. ;u; We liked all of your entries, but two of them stood out to us especially. So, in the end we decided on this..
Roserain
Gongrats, Rose, Gomez seemed just the right kind of kooky for this litter! Welcome to the family ♥
jinxgirl5
Jinx, we also adored Tristan to death, so we're giving you permission to custom him! This way he will also get his glasses for sure. :>
