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[That Artemis]

Rainbows and Razorblades: A Colorful Blessing
An rp/personality/plot contest hosted by -[The Spoof]- and Kettyn

Start Time: NOW!!!
End Time: Monday, September 1st @ 6:00pm CST
We'll try to have it judged later that evening or the next day sometime - Wednesday at the latest.


The Rules:
1. No whining!
2. Please fill out your form completely. Any forms that are unfinished by the end time will be DQ'd. At least one of us will be online at the end time to document whoever doesn't have a finished form. No arguments if your entry gets DQ'd. (This means that you are allowed to edit your forms until the end time.) Also, if you edit your post please indicate that you did with red font, the time, and the date.
3. Anyone can enter! Newbies, oldbies, 0 soq or 100 soq.
4. That said, Kettyn and I would appreciate you only enter this contest if you intend to at least plot with us. Please don't take our baby and scamper off into the sunset! D:
5. Follow all Gaia and Soquili rules. C:
6. I'm going to go ahead and set a 1250-ish word limit on prompt replies. While this isn't a super strict rule, please don't give us too much of a novel to read.
7. Please no intimidation or guilt trips either here or in the soq thread.
8. No proxies, and no giving the basket away as soon as the contest is over, though you may co-own if you so choose.



The Basket: (this basket is female!)

 

[That Artemis]

.:The Family:.

~Parents~

This stallion is quick to anger. He takes any slight against him or his family very seriously. When he was a foal he essentially felt like he was playing "second fiddle" to his mother's ally. Since becoming an adult Zacharael has adopted a "devil may care" attitude and a spiteful disposition. Zach does feel the need to consume flesh due in part to his Kalona genes. He can stave off the craving for a time but the longer he does the worse the need becomes and he will be liable to attack just about anyone to sate his hunger. After learning of Gabriel's existence Zacharael intentionally set out to make a wish on the Wishing Star. He wanted to shock Aresenciel with his own "miracle" child. He was successful. Ayako is the light of his life.

Other Facts:
- Zacharael has a snake familiar named Pandora


































Aresenciel (Ara for short) is an artist. She travels around collecting bits and pieces of junk that she later turns into sculptures. Ara has multiple 'supply' caches around the Kawani Lands, and she knows where each and every one is, and what is in it. While normally a very mellow and optimistic mare, Ara's temper is regularly tested by her mate Zacharael. Their first meeting ended in a bitter rivalry that resulted in Ara mistakenly wishing on the wishing star, and receiving a basket instead of a way to see Zach again to get her revenge.

Other Facts:
- Ara is colorblind
- She has a snake familiar named Silk who she uses as a free babysitter for Gabriel

~Siblings (click for adults)~

Quite unlike her father Ayako is a very bubbly individual. She learned early on in her life that she could easily wrap herself around her father's hooves. She mainly behaves most of the time but in those instances that she gets into trouble and Zach tries to discipline her she just turns on the charm to get out of a serious discussion. Ayako does on occasion eat meat but she doesn't make a big show about it.

She knows about her origins and now after meeting her mother and brother couldn't imagine her life without them. These new siblings will only cement the fact that she, Gabriel, Aresenciel and Zacharael are a true family in every sense. She can't wait to be a big sister.






















Gabriel has only interacted with two other foals in his whole life. Because of this, he can come off as reserved or shy at first, but once he warms up a little bit he is quite friendly. He holds a quiet grudge against his mother for not telling him about his father sooner and idolizes his father a little bit. Gabriel is stuck in the awkward stage between foal and adult, too old to be considered a child but too young to be trusted fully with adult responsibilities. He is happy to have a sister in Ayako but isn't too sure how he feels about more siblings yet.

Other Facts:
- Gabe collects rocks somewhat compulsively. He used to give them to his mother but now he hoards them to himself. He has several stashes.

Morrigan (Kettyn)

Jason (-[The Spoof]-)

 

[That Artemis]

.:The Resources:.
These may help you with your prompt responses and/or rp ideas!

.:Herd Info:.

This family is related to the Cleaver/Sinclair Herd through Zacharael. At this time they have not become a part of the herd in rp, but likely will do so before these baskets would be grown or shortly after. You may use the surname 'Sinclair' in your foal's name if you like. If you would like to read up on the Sinclair Herd or any rp related to them, click on this link - Sinclair Herd



.:Family RP (Most recent first):.

Who Doesn't Love Surprises? - Zach/Ara/Gabe/Ayako
Dropping the Bomb - Zach srp
So, We Meet Again - Zach/Ara/Gabe
Art is in the Eye of the Beholder - Zach/Ara

 

[That Artemis]

.:The Form:.

[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Basket Name:[/b]
[b]Name Meaning:[/b]
[b]Personality + Blurb:[/b]
[b]Prompt #:[/b]
[b]Prompt Reply:[/b]
[b]Future RP Ideas:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b]

.:The Prompts:.

Prompt 1

Your brother and sister came to be through slightly...odd circumstances. When they first met, your parents got into a huge fight and your mother wished on the wishing star for a way to find your father...so she could throttle him. Instead, she got your brother Gabriel. When he found out, your father decided that turnabout is fair play and wished on the wishing star again and got Ayako. How do you feel when you find out about your siblings origins?

Prompt 2

Through your father, you have kalona blood. You follow him one day and witness him feeding. It is not particularly gruesome from an adult perspective, but could be considered so from a foal's. What do you do and/or how do you feel?

Prompt 3

Your mother is an artist who hoards what most others would consider to be junk (feathers, twigs, unique rocks, ceramic shards, grasses, sand, horns, antlers, etc.). She creates sculptures from these every day objects and encourages her children to assist with her art. Do you enjoy doing this or do you feel pressured? Your father thinks it is a waste of time, though he wont say as much to your mother to avoid an argument. Do you pick up on this?

Prompt 4

This is an open prompt! Does your foal go on an adventure that goes poorly and traumatizes them? Do they run afoul of their other siblings? Play a prank? Get caught in a rainstorm? Wander off and get lost? You decide! - If you choose the open prompt, please specify what you are doing in the prompt # section. ex: 'Prompt #: 4 - Jason wandered away from his parents and now he is lost. It starts to rain and he gets cornered by a hungry wolf.'.

 

[That Artemis]

.:The Entries:.

Page 1

Wasteland Wyvern
techabyte
Moxxiie
[+Katch+]
dawns_aura
Kyrieko
Kara Asumie
sage_the_vampirc_angel
spelldancer

Page 2

belloblossom
xXToxicIllusionsXx
cyhorse
.Tortured. .Pumpkin.
Divena
Angelique DelaMort
xKOVAKtheWOLFx
Silent Treatments
Cajmera
Miss Cherie
Nyx Queen of Darkness
musicaloner7
Zaikt
Mahogany Sunset
Niyaru Delacroix

 

[Kettyn]

This Contest is Now Open ~*cuts tape*~

 

[Wasteland Wyvern]

Username: Wasteland Wyvern
Basket Name: Urthemiel
Name Meaning: Dragon God of Beauty from Dragon Age Origins Video Game
Personality + Blurb: Base Temper is: Delusional
Urthemiel is very haughty believing that she is beauty incarnate and expects the world to fall at her hooves and worship her. If she believes that someone is not paying the proper respect she will make them understand the folly of their ways or simply rid herself of them, usually in a violent way. Though she tries she is unable to fool her parents into believing that she is without fault. They know her wily ways and are unfazed by them. Personally she finds this funny and looks for more ways to trick them into thinking she is a saint and could do no wrong.
Prompt #: 2
Prompt Reply:
Urthemiel cocked her head to one side watching as her father stalked off into the forest nearby. He positively exuded anger and impatience. Unable to help herself she followed him at a fair distance hoping he didn't notice her. 'Whatever is he doing?' She asked herself. This was unlike the father she knew who though mean looking seemed to care for his children greatly. He was thrashing his tail and his wings twitched occasionally. 'How odd...' She thought. Sniffing the air she noticed that there were odd scents around, including the smell of another who was not of her family. The scent of the stranger was musky and invaded her nose unpleasantly. She almost went to sneeze the irritation away when she realized her father would hear her and likely send her packing. She pushed her nose against the grass and forced herself not to sneeze. Pain clouded her mind as the sneeze died in her nostrils. She then looked up to see her dad and a... What the heck is that? The stranger had horns curving out of his brow, and a small twitchy that that was made of flesh and not fur. This stranger made no sense to her, but her father didn't seem to care about him at all. The cerynei made some small talk but her father just looked bored? Or was that impatient? She couldn't tell. Suddenly her father struck quick as a snake at the strangers throat. His teeth tore out a section of flesh and blood welled quickly in the wound spilling onto the ground below staining it an ugly color. Urthemiel's eyes widened in surprise at the sight's before her.
The stranger collapsed on the ground trying to cry out but all the came from it was a red froth from his mouth and gurgling sounds. She bit her own tongue to keep as quiet as possible while her father began ripping off chunks of flesh and eating them greedily. She flicked her tail and wondered if she would need to eat meat like this. She then wondered how it would taste. Licking her suddenly dry lips she watched as her father consumed great portions of the cerynei. She almost got away with watching her dad but her sneeze reared its ugly head and the sound that came echoed around, amplified by the trees was surprising. Her father lifted his head and immediately spotted the filly, his eyes showed surprise and then anger. Maybe she wasn't supposed to see this part of him. He ordered her back home immediately with grave unhappy words and a warning that they would talk about this when he returned. She turned around and went back to camp but not without a parting thought to the now dead cerynei.
Future RP Ideas:
My First Hunt: Being of Kalona blood Urthemiel decides its time for her to try meat and wanders off to find some. What she ends up finding is a half dead animal (badger or maybe wolf) that is dying of starvation of some such thing and she tears into it violently. When she finally gets the taste of flesh will it consume her or will she be indifferent to it? Or maybe she gets caught in the act by one of her siblings and they teach her some things or say she is disgusting.
Blood of My Blood: She ends up running into one of the Sinclair clan and learns a bit more than she intended about the other parts of her family. Does she find it fascinating or is she indifferent to it? What does she learn overall.
Time Heals All Wounds: Someday Urthemiel will fall in love with someone as beautiful as she is, but this someone will spurn her and tell her she is a freak or that she is ugly. She responds violently and harms her love interest while in a rage. Cursing her for a monster her love interest flees and Urthemiel is left with a badly broken heart. Maybe someone else can heal it and make her feel beautiful again.
Other: Nothing for now.  

[techabyte]

Username:
xxxxx techabyte
Basket Name:
xxxxx Zagan Sinclair
Name Meaning:
xxxxx Wiki
xxxxx I picked this name for the mention of turning metals into other things. I took it as a kind of "Turning stones into art" to help Aresenciel make sculptures. The demon part comes from the Lucifer blood line that Zacharael has.
Personality + Blurb:
xxxxx Temper: Supercilious
xxxxx Zagan, or Zag for short, is a complicated filly. When she is around her mother, she seems to be a sweet little lady who will do whatever she can to assist her mother in her craft. But she takes after her father in more ways than can be explained. The only time she really shows her true skin is around her father, or when she's alone. Zagan takes after the Kalona half of her blood very strongly. She hunt when she gets chances, practicing on small rodents and birds. She has minor skills at this age, and does as best as she can, hoping to impress her father. On the other hoof, she takes bits of what she hunts ( furs or bones or maybe she finds a pretty little stone ) back to her mother with a happy sway of her tail.

xxxxx Once she's fully grown, Zagan will be a rather regal and lovely mare. She will hold herself at the highest of stakes. To put it simply, she's going to be a haughty mare. She'll think she's the best of the best, and often times flaunt her stuff. Still loving to hunt, Zagan will often times go out of her way to bring back good kills for her father. She wants to impress him and make him aware of how hard she works to prove she's the best. And yet she still gathers little things to bring back to her mom at all times. She loves standing alongside her mom and working to help her with her sculptures. Sometimes she thinks they're silly, but she knows they make her mom happy, and that's what matters! She loves all her siblings to bits, often willing to put her life on the line for them.

xxxxx Aside from the obvious love and care she has for her family, Zagan is hard to describe. One second she can be kind and gentle, and the next she can whip out her blade and aim for your throat. She has a short fuse and even shorter tolerance for things she considers "stupid actions". She thinks she's better than everyone else. People around her who aren't in her family or the herd have to prove themselves as worthy, otherwise she finds them a total waste of time. She dislikes the thought of having people not worthy of her time around her, and would rather leave them behind than waste her time with them. She could be seen as rather snobbish, but as soon as you get past her rough exterior, she'll be loyal for life and do anything in her strength to help out.
Prompt #:
xxxxx Mix of Two and Three
Prompt Reply:
xxxxx Quiet. Stealthy. Hidden.

xxxxx Zagan fluffed her wings slightly as she tried to keep herself low. She stared curiously through the brush and toward a small critter not far off. A week or so ago, she had witnessed her father doing something similar. Something amazing. He had taken down a big creature with what seemed like no effort. And to Zagan, that was amazing! He was like some super hero out to do what was right for... well... his family? Himself? Zagan wasn't certain, but she knew she could impress her daddy if she brought back something amazing! Her tail flicked behind her, red eyes locked straight ahead as she focused on the small creature ahead of her. Yes. She could take this little rabbit down! It'd be easy, right? Sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth, the filly inched forward a bit.

xxxxx SNAP

xxxxx Flinching, Zagan looked down at her hooves and the branch that just snapped under them. She looked up in time to see the rabbit start to bolt. Letting out a exasperated growl, the filly lunged forward. She gave chance, trying to catch up, only to scramble and dig her hooves into the earth. The rabbit was gone, probably in a hole, and she had no choice but to give up. The filly stomped her hoof in frustration, dropping her head down. Well maybe she could hunt something else on her way back to her parents...? Shaking her head, Zagan turned and moved away from where the rabbit disappeared, kicking stones and leaves as she did. It was frustrating having not succeeded! Her daddy needed meat to survive right? That meant she did too! And if he needed them, she could bring him some rabbit or something and make everything A-OK.

xxxxx But honestly, how was she going to impress her father if she couldn't even catch a rabbit? Huffing softly, Zagan tilted her head to the side and paused. She could remember it like it was yesterday. Her father bent over a bloody mess of a hunt. And he was eating the meat. Not investigating it or trying to move it so that the world was cleaner. He was eating it as though it was some delectable, rare meal. And Zagan was scared at first. To the point she didn't understand. She waited for several minutes before actually going to question her father. She asked him out right what was going on, and why he was eating meat; ;why he was getting all dirty and stuff. And when he hesitated before taking the time to explain his bloodline and how things worked for Kalona, she realized she idolized him more for that. He pushed aside his need to eat meat for his family until it was almost unbearable! And that was when she decided she was going to do all she could in order to help him! She was going to hunt down small rodents that he could sneak bites to eat from when no one was looking and he would be happy and smile for her. Zagan grinned some before lifting her hoof back to kick more of the earth in front of her.

xxxxx Right as she was going to kick another stone, Zagan paused. She dipped her head down, nosing at the stone and earth until she could get it uncovered. It was a pretty rock; shades of blue and swirling in amazing little patterns. She grinned, wiggled her tail, and leaned to pick it up, tucking it lightly in the pouch around her leg that held her little blade. She then took off running, careful of how she stepped, until she made it back to where her family was. She paused to play with her brothers and sisters, and then moved on to find her mother. It didn't take long, and Zagan excitedly showed her the stone, before diving in to help make the perfect statue. As much as she loved hunting for rodents, she also loved to help her mother build pretty art. She was a conflicted little thing, but she loved her family, and that's all that really mattered to her at that point in her young life.
Future RP Ideas:
xxxxx Zagan is going to try and be one of the priestess' in the herd; starting as a Acolyte and moving upward as quickly as she can. Any RP to help her with this will be awesome.
xxxxx Role-plays with her helping her mother make lovely sculptures.
xxxxx Hunting with/for her dad, both as a filly and an adult. I think it'd be cute to see a little filly bringing a rabbit or squirrel to Zacharael for a mid-week snack!
Other:
xxxxx Thank you for the chance at the contests, and good luck to everyone! I can't wait to see what all these baskets will be~  

[[+Katch+]]

Username: [+Katch+]
Basket Name: Lunitari
Name Meaning: The name of a goddess who's known for being the goddess of red (neutral) magic - attuned to balance, curiosity, artistry and illusion.
Personality + Blurb: Creative
Lunitari or "Loony-tari" has creativity coursing through her veins, and much like her mother loves hoarding away anything she finds inspiring, she would grow up helping her mother out with her sculptures and in the process find her own artistic calling. She found said calling in painting, however she is drawn, almost passionately, towards blood. She doesn't find drinking it or eating meat appealing as her father does, but she enjoys working with it, so she paints with it, using it along with other berry juices and crushed fruits, painting on rocks, trees, whatever, wonderful bloody murals. Lunitari enjoys that others think she's weird, she revels in it and enjoys making others kind of…disturbed by her presence. She does not feel the need to be violent, and most of the time she gets the blood from the fresh carcasses of her fathers kills. She is resourceful and though quiet, is liable to play all kinds of tricks on you, drawing on your face while you're asleep, crushing berries to make it look like someone's been brutally murdered, that sort of thing. Though she does have a big array of emotions, she may not show them, but she has a smoldering temper, woe betide those who mess with her art.
Prompt #: 3
Prompt Reply: Lunitari often watched her mother work, every twig, every faceted stone, every tiny bird bone carefully placed to create her art. Her bright eyes caught every movement and moment of speculation, and she was fascinated. She was a child of art as soon as she had tumbled awkwardly out of her basket, wings flailing and hair everywhere but out of her face. She watched her mother too, for the artist is just as fascinating as the art sometimes - "A graceful colorful mare" she thought, but Lunitari wasn't jealous. She mixed various berries and crushed sticky flowers and bone into usable painting mediums while her mother sculpted. She had inherited her mothers talent after all~She never thought of herself as beautiful, but that wasn't the point, bringing art into the world was much more selfless, much more interesting. She knew she was not the colorful one of the family, she took after her curmudgeon of a father, but her color lived inside. Her mother understood her, and that was all she needed. She always stuck close to her mother, and would become quiet around her father, he never thought much of her anyway, another artist, another useless hobbiest. She had never gone into much detail as to why she wanted the remains of his kills, but he wasn't curious, and she wasn't up to explaining. Her mother still asked for her to help on occasion, going to fetch certain things or getting a "fresh pair of eyes" to look at the work she was making. She would look at it this way and that and softly voice her opinion of the piece. She was happily her mothers mischievous artist child, and nothing would ever change that.

Other:
Thank you for this opportunity, I love this family and thoroughly enjoy plotting with the extended family already. Cheers <3  

[dawns_aura]

Username:  dawns_aura
Basket Name:  Anarael (affectionately known as Anna) Sinclaire
Name Meaning:  ---
Personality + Blurb: 

Broad Personality (temper):dichotomous

She attempts to balance elements of light and dark, kindness and cruelty. Moody and somewhat mercurial, one never knows which part of her personality they will meet- the gentle compassionate bright ray of sunshine that she can be or the cruel, likely to attack anyone or anything that looks at her the wrong way. Her moods are unpredictable and uncontrollable, even by her. She is often frustrated and dislikes this fact about herself.

Prompt #:  3
Prompt Reply: 

It didn't really make all that much sense to Anna. The gathering of random materials and things and putting them together to form... whatever it was they were supposed to crate. She just couldn't see what it was for. There was no real purpose to it. Was there?

But while it didn't really make that much sense to her, she didn't share her father's views. And if she happened upon an item that might be considered pretty... well, it was no one else's concern if she happened to pick it up to pass on to mom (or if it was a pretty enough stone, to Gabriel).

She might not understand it, and it might seem strange to her, but it was something that meant something to her family. And no matter what family is about the most important thing there is.

Future RP Ideas: 
The importance of family- family relationships/connections through plotting and rp. Contentious, close, indifferent w/e
- Light and dark- exploring the different facets of her personality, finding out the triggers of her personality.
- Control: frustrated by her own personality and inability to control herself, she seeks a way to master her emotions.
- The Artist, the hunter or something else....: Her parents and siblings have very different interests and talents. Anna tries different things to find her own niche.

Other:  

[Kyrieko]

Username: Kyrieko
Basket Name: Azmaria Sinclair
Name Meaning: A name from a long time favorite anime/manga of mine x3
Personality + Blurb:
Temper is Spontaneous

Azmaria is a difficult gal to read. She can be gleeful and all about working with her mother to create interesting works of art. And then suddenly gets a grand idea out of the blue the next moment and forgets all about whatever she was previously doing. And if that wasn’t enough, the very next moment Azzy could be a feisty little brat. She’s really not a bad sort at all, but with her kalona blood mixed with the sweet nature she tries to show, Azzy finds it difficult to be a doll 100% of the time. And no one would know this more so than her siblings and father! She finds great joy in determining what sorts of tricks she could get away with. And with her mother’s creativity flowing through her veins, some of her tricks can be inventive! At least for as long as she can keep focused on it. One could safely say that Azzy is very much ADHD. As far as eating meat goes for this gal, she will allow herself to succumb to the cravings every now and then, but she doesn’t make a grand show of it and usually only sticks to small game.

Prompt #: 2
Prompt Reply:

Her nose wrinkled as ears fell back. That looked so gross! Yet at the same time, Azmaria found herself wanting to get closer. To maybe taste a little bit of whatever daddy was eating. However the thought of eating that made her stomach curl. But daddy seemed to enjoy it! And, okay, despite the blood and small bit of mess it made, it wasn’t too bad. Right? But why did it smell good? And make her tummy grumble a little?

“Azmaria?” The sound of her father’s voice made the filly look at him with wide eyes.

And then, “Daddy why does it smell good? Can I try it? But it looks icky. Why does my tummy growl over it? Is that normal?” Her head tilted to the side as the filly inched closer and sniffed at it. “It smells… good and bad.” She determined.

And it still looked gross. What would mama think if she tried it? Would she be upset? Azzy didn’t want to upset her! Oh hey… “Mama could use that bone for her art!” Azzy said with excitement, prancing in place. “Daaaaaddy! Can I have the bone? Please please please?! I wanna give it to mama!”

By that point, Azmaria was all but sticking her face inches away from Zach’s meal. All thoughts of whether she should eat it or not were floating about, forgotten, somewhere in the filly’s mind. A soft snort and chuckle made her look up and see daddy lick his lips before working to get the rib bone broken off for her. With a crack, it came, and she was handed a still somewhat bloody bone. Azmaria squeaked and snatched the bone up, a strange look crossing her face when the taste of blood hit her tongue. For a moment, she sucked on the bone experimentally, finding she kind of liked the taste.

“I thought you were giving that to your mother?”

Shaking herself much like the canine’s in the two-leggers camps, Azzy jumped forward to nuzzle her daddy in thanks before sprinting off to find mama and give her what would soon be a very clean bone.

Future RP Ideas:

A difference in Siblings: At some point, when she’s a little more matured, Azzy will want to question her siblings and see what they all think about the different ways in which they came to be. And learn if Ayako and Gabe feel different or just the same as herself, Morrigan and Jason!

The Relatives: Azmaria will find the Sinclair family rather fascinating and want to meet any and all of them! She’ll be quite confused by those family members that are quite different from her mother. But she’ll wonder if that part of the family is why daddy is always grumpy~

I know this was important… : With her ADHD, she’s going to forget things. Frequently. And lose interest in other things. Having her learn something that is important and should be remembered yet forgets would be a good lesson for her to at least try and pay more attention. Except for that shiny thing over there, xcuzherbrb!

Other: Thank you so much for the chance to join this family! They are so amazing! <3
 

[Kara Asumie]

Username: Kara Asumie
Basket Name: Morgiana
Name Meaning: A Latinized form of Welsh Morgan, meaning "great queen."
Personality + Blurb: Tempter - Quiet
Morgiana rarely talks outside of family and friends. But with family as well as friends she can be every talkative and she likes strange things like odd jewelry that wouldn't be jewelry to another. Like chains and stuff which could be cute. But her best cute moments are either when she is dancing which she does when she believes no one is watching. And when she gets mad because then she will usually puffs up her cheeks and stomps her front hoof on the ground hard. Although sweet and charming in her movements she is normally hiding the fact that she is physically and emotionally tough for reasons like not wanting a maybe lover to see she as something not cute. She acts more helpless like when others outside of family and friends are watching her. Secretly very insecure about a few things. Hiding those very well.

Prompt #: #1
Prompt Reply:
Finding out where her siblings came from just filled her with overwhelming joy and excitement. Morgiana starts to melt in thought of so many things. One being that it is so cool to know that there is a star that can do such things. This means her siblings are like magic. OMG Magic.. What is more wonderful then magic and dreams. So they are like dreams because well dreams are like magic the heart wishes from. And learning this means that dreams can come true. Smirking as she believes now that she needs to dream big because the bigger and greater the dream the better if it comes true. Wanting to know more about this star and the magic it has cast to make her siblings Morgiana asks her mother and father about it.

Getting no where near enough about it from them she heads to Gabriel and Ayako to ask them. Things like how does it feel being made of magic. Just the simple things like that. Magic is after all one of the things she treasures and when she is an adult she will hide the fact that she treasures it but for now in her foal years she will embrace all that seems to be magical just as her brother and sister do. What could be more magical that coming from a wishing star. Fairy tales about wishing on a star. Oh how she wished to find proof that things like that were real.

Never in her lifetime would she have thought or dreamed that the proof she needed were her own brother and sister. Her family was even more wonderful in her eyes now.
Future RP Ideas:
- RP of Morgiana asking her family about the magic of the wishing star. --each would be their own little RPs because she would want to ask each one alone.--
- Maybe an RP of her mother Ara chasing her dancing about and finding not what and how her mother feels and thinks about it
- I would love for her to get into a family fight because the thought of RPing her with the puffed up cheeks and stomping her hoof would be too cute.

Other: Thank you for the chance to become part of such a beautiful family. Sorry keeping this super short because muse is like dead right now.  

[sage_the_vampirc_angel]

Username: sage_the_vampirc_angel
Basket Name: Carrusella
Name Meaning: Took part of Great grandma’s name
(the Carousel part) and played with it in Google translator and got Carrusel in Barque then played with that bit. So basically its carousel translated and extra letters thrown on.
Personality + Blurb: Temper: irascible

Carrusella is a bit of an odd one. She’s embraced part from both her parents. Art and blood, is her simple way of thinking of it. Though to her art it something to be used to display her “hunts” as a part kalona. While not downright vicious, Carrusella is definately on the snarky and can be malicious if she really needs to be. She looks out for two main things in her live. Her family and her “art”. everything else and anyone else can go suck a pine cone or die if their really annoy her. And to put it lightly almost anything and every one can easily drive Carrusella into a bad temper and bring out her snarky side.
Prompt #: #4 Art has a purpose? ( mix of #2 and #3) While always willing to help her mother with the part pieces Carrusella has never really seen the point in any of it till the day she decides to follow her father out on a hunt one day.
Prompt Reply:
Mama was doing another art piece. Nothing really unusual there, at least nothing that stood out about it to Carrusella. Mama did art all the time it was.. her thing? Yep it was mama’s thing, she enjoyed it and it seemed some of her siblings did too. But to the young filly while some of the sculptures were pleasing to the eye none of them had any real … meaning. They were just some fun thing to be done with her mama at times. Not exactly pointless, but not really having any point that she could easily bring to mind when she thought of them. But none the less, mama enjoyed it and so she helped when she could not really adding anything to any of the pieces herself but helping to gather supplies or getting something from one of the stashes to be added on to the current piece the were working on. If really needed she might adjust how a piece was stuck onto the other all sculpture but otherwise she did little to really help with the whole creative process.

The time had come, as far are the filly could tell the “art” piece was almost done so mama was wrapped up in last minute finishing touches and dad was getting ready to go out to hunt. So far, neither of her parents had allowed any of youngest three of their children to join dad in the hunt but today that ended. Today Carrusella was gonna see what this whole hunting business was about. Keeping an eye on mom to make sure she was well distracted by doing finishing touches to the sculpture Carresulla wanted till her father was just about to get out of sight as he took off before she started to sneak after him.

After a while Carresulla was certain she’d gotten away from home without her mother noticing and though her father acted as if he did not realize she was following she has a sneaking suspicion that he did infact know she was tagging along as he made his way through the woods tracking down something to prey on. The longer that she followed her father through the woods the more Carresulla came to the conclusion that she liked this hunting business well at least the tracking so far. After what seemed like perhaps an hour Carresulla was certain her father was into something’s trail a deer maybe. She wasn’t certain both the prey and her father had picked up speed so she was racing to keep with both of them as the hunt became more intense.

The take down and kill happened almost instantaneously as Carrusella circle slightly to the left of her father as he gained on the prey. In doing so while she had gotten a better view of the dead deer, to her disappointment she learned she had missed the actual kill as she had moved to her current observation point. While not really sad on missing the whole murder thing. The filly did admit to herself she was overall please with the whole thing as she had seen it go down. Now this has purpose it put food in daddy’s belly and her’s or her siblings if they decided they wanted some meat. And even more so Carresulla had to admit she found the dead deer with its pretty fur, hooves and antlers to be well rather artsy in its own way. Like some sort of marcbe painting posed before her eyes. A thought sprung to her head, if she could find a way to take pieces from the things that were hunted and make those into art that would give art a purpose. Trophies, pieces that would showcase both the beauty of the prey who had died and the skills of the hunter who had taken them down. Smile growing across her face the filly stood quietly watching her father eat for a while before turning and racing back towards home her mind giddy with the thoughts of later returning to collect pieces of the deer so that she could create art just like her mommy but give it a purpose in showing that daddy had been a great hunter that day.

Future RP Ideas:
~Hello Mister Crazy: (this would be a self rp) I’d like Carrusella to one day meet her grandpa Lollipop in all his crazy nutter artist glory. While he’s off in his own little lala land muttering about ideas for one of his art pieces. Without knowing its her grandfather Carrusella takes it upon herself to take down the crazy artist who’s fluttering about trying to take thing her mother and of siblings might want to use for art pieces. She wouldn’t be able to stand her grand father in all his crazy mutterings or the idea that someone else beside her family members might get the odd little things they might want to use art. In stalking and messing with Lollipop she would come to later discover that he is infact her grandfather when she end up helping him find a finishing touch he needs to complete a painting of his children just to get him to shut up. Afterwards she’d take it upon herself to go every once in a while and check on her grandfather and make sure he hasn’t completely lost his marbles and that no one is messing with him.

~A Real Huntress?: For most of her foalhood and into her adulthood Carresulla hasn’t actually ever hunted anything for herself. While yes she might tag along with her dad or siblings on a hunt or she’ll track another hunter and sneak in after words to get pieces for her hunter trophies. The thing is while she does enjoy tracking she hasn’t ever really done the whole thing herself never actually made a kill. In this plot I’d like for Carresulla to be tracking another hunter and get distracted for a instant by something then to turn back with the hunter in her face. This hunter would confront her as to why she’s following them and find out what she does and also the fact she’s pretty much a hunting virgin. The Hunter would then taunt Carresulla into learning all the rest of the skill she would actually need to finish the hunt and make her first kill.

~To many artsy fartsy mothertruckers I have sort of two ideas about this one. I’d like for it to end up either way forcing Carresulla to bring her art (Which for the most part she would hide) out into the daylight. I see this happening one of two ways. Either with her searching for some time for another soquilli who shares her art interests. When she can’t find one she becomes so annoyed that she starts leaving her art places to see what kind of reaction she gets and she’d realize she loves having other’s see her art even if the reactions are bad. OR she’d meet somepony with similar tastes who she’d love talking to about creating her art and also making fun of other artist ponies who don't share their taste with at times. At the same time she would be on the shy side of showing her art too this pony. Her art friend would have to taunt her into sharing her art with them or even steal some pieces and display them forcing Carresulla to realize she likes having her art seen.

Other: Yay family!  

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Username: spelldancer
Basket Name: Phoebe
Name Meaning: Bright and pure
Personality + Blurb: Temper: Cheerful
Phoebe processes seemingly endless happiness and cheer. She is innocent in the ways of the world still and is fascinated by new things. Life is a game to her where her task is to discover everything and simply enjoy it. If something were to go wrong, or to make her feel less than cheerful, Phoebe would deny it to herself. She would suppress what ever happened, and most importantly the feelings that might arise from the incident. Being filled with love and happiness is the state that Phoebe wants to maintain and anything that might damage that feeling is wrong and should be shunned. Even if it is part of herself.
Prompt #: 2
Prompt Reply: Phoebe was very proud of herself that day. She had devised a plan to follow her Dad and see what he got up to when away. It had taken some time to come up with, but Phoebe was sure The Plan would work. Dad seemed a little distracted that morning and Phoebe knew that it was time to implement The Plan. With her usual sweetness and cheer Phoebe told her mother that she was going out the look at the flowers to see some new ones had bloomed. Then Phoebe went the opposite way that her father had gone, but only briefly until she was out of sight of home. From there she doubled back avoiding being seen and found Dad’s trail. This was easier than expected which Phoebe was grateful for.

With a great deal pride and cockiness Phoebe continued to follow the sounds and sights until she was finally able to see Dad in front of her again. He seemed to have stopped and was doing something. This was what she had hoped for. To be able see what Dad actually did during the day. She knew what Mom did with her statues and artwork that Phoebe had helped with, but what did Dad do? That was one of the current ultimate questions. Carefully Phoebe snuck up on the area and hid herself as best as possible. Looking around a tree that would surely hide a small foal, really it would, Phoebe was finally able to satisfy her curiosity.

It was not what she had expected in any way. It actually took a few moments for Phoebe to realize what he was doing. Once she was able to process that her Dad, her wonderful, amazing, and perfect Dad, was eating an animal Phoebe was horrified. No. No. No, this couldn’t be. But what horrified her even more was the desire that welled up within her to join her Dad. The flesh and blood looked tasty and appetizing at the same time that it was revolting. Phoebe began to back away not caring where she put her hooves and making too much noise to stay hidden. But before her Dad was able to catch her, Phoebe took off running as fast as she could away from this disaster of a plan.

When she got back home and her mother asked what the flowers had been like, Phoebe lied for the second time that day saying that they were as beautiful as ever but no new ones had been open. By the next morning Phoebe had suppressed the incident and was back to her cheerful self not realizing that suppressing it would only make the next time more traumatic.

Future RP Ideas:
-Following her father again, maybe this time giving into her desire to join him
-‘Playing’ with her older siblings where play means bugging them about the world and following them around
-Accidentally destroying one of her Mom’s sculptures
-Learning to fly

Other: Thank you for opening up your family for someone to join in this way. Good luck to everyone.