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Conwolf
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http://i.imgur.com/hBMkcMc.png
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I was born into the Spiritual Tribe. Almost as soon as I was born, I was rejected. I had a mark on my leg which supposedly was a curse. I was taken to the Place of Escape one night with only my precious hat and scarf while I was asleep. I was left to die.
But I survived.
I am Con.

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Why hello there, my lovelies!
I promise (hopefully) this has correct grammar so don't puke yourselves.

This story has nothing to do with corruption or dystopia either, but the struggle of Con and other characters' survival stories as being outcasts in the Tribe society.

I have a few characters to pitch in already and I believe I will be making most of the characters, BUT, I will be considering a few more from everyone else to make the story more interesting. Note the word consider. That means that it won't be definite if your character make it in

Character requests are OPEN. PLEASE NO RICICULOUS NAMES.

Form:


Name:

Age:

Reference:

Bio/Backstory:

Personality:

Extra:



Characters are as follows:

Con:
Age 15

http://i.imgur.com/0uP2Frh.png
Wooden:
Age 17

http://i.imgur.com/K9xv2gP.png
Skylar:
Age 16

http://i.imgur.com/dAf3sdg.png
Link:
Age 13

http://i.imgur.com/7PxO6fc.png
Let's just say this story will not be seperated into chapters. At least not yet. I will release more when I have an adequate amount written.
The story will be updated in the OP, the thread, and as well as the SPANISH flag.

a dit :
"Well, looks like she's reviving," a warm voice murmured above me. All I could make out was a grey blob. I reached for it. Haha, it's fluffy.
"What are you doing...are you dreaming?" The warm voice whispered vehemently.
Fluffy...fluffy...fluffy...
"WAKE UP ALREADY!" A different voice screamed in my ear. This one wasn't warm.
Everything snapped into focus at that scream.
I sat up. I was in what seemed like a wood cabin. The warm, bright sunlight filtered through the window and landed on my eyes. A grey and dark brown sat next to me, his friendly green eyes staring at me, filled with worry. Another brown mouse with a furry brown hat with piercing blue eyes stared at me with a bit of an annoyed look.
Why am I here?
“Hello there, nice too meet you. My name is Aika. This is Wooden. What’s your name?” The grey and brown mouse greeted me.
“Uh, C-con. Name’s Con.”
“Hmph, good to see you alive and kicking. We gave you sleeping gas so you wouldn’t scream your head off and attract bears or somethin’. Make yourself at home. You’re welcome to stay here,” Wooden turned around and disappeared into the curtains.
What a weird person. I pushed aside the blankets and stood up to strech.
What a nice, quaint, welcoming place. Little post hung from the walls in the kitchen to the left and a stack of pillows were in a corner in the room on the right.
“Would you like anything? Something to drink, maybe?” Aika gracefully suggested. Gosh, could anyone be more approachable and delicate than Aika? And more opposite than Wooden?
From my miniature database of people I know, I couldn’t think of anyone.
Well, seems like I’ll be staying here for a while. Or at least, for now.

This will be where the story is! It will be updated as it progresses:


a dit :


The wind howled against my fur and trees loomed above me, appearing as if they were taunting me. I could see bits of navy night sky peeking through leaves.
Where am I?
I stood up and brushed bits of leaves from my light grey fur.
Hat, check.
Scarf, check.
That's all I cared about.
Should I scream for help? Should I stay quiet and avoid being bludgeoned to death by who knows what?
Suddenly, two shadows closed in on me.
I couldn't see what they were. All I saw was a flower in the distance. This could be the last thing I see. That beautiful purple...flower...standing alone in night.
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"Well, looks like she's reviving," a warm voice murmured above me. All I could make out was a grey blob. I reached for it. Haha, it's fluffy.
"What are you doing...are you dreaming?" The warm voice whispered vehemently.
Fluffy...fluffy...fluffy...
"WAKE UP ALREADY!" A different voice screamed in my ear. This one wasn't warm.
Everything snapped into focus at that scream.
I sat up. I was in what seemed like a wood cabin. The warm, bright sunlight filtered through the window and landed on my eyes. A grey and dark brown sat next to me, his friendly green eyes staring at me, filled with worry. Another brown mouse with a furry brown hat with piercing blue eyes stared at me with a bit of an annoyed look.
Why am I here?
“Hello there, nice too meet you. My name is Aika. This is Wooden. What’s your name?” The grey and brown mouse greeted me.
“Uh, C-con. Name’s Con.”
“Hmph, good to see you alive and kicking. We gave you sleeping gas so you wouldn’t scream your head off and attract bears or somethin’. Make yourself at home. You’re welcome to stay here,” Wooden turned around and disappeared into the curtains.
What a weird person. I pushed aside the blankets and stood up to strech.
What a nice, quaint, welcoming place. Little post hung from the walls in the kitchen to the left and a stack of pillows were in a corner in the room on the right.
“Would you like anything? Something to drink, maybe?” Aika gracefully suggested. Gosh, could anyone be more approachable and delicate than Aika? And more opposite than Wooden?
From my miniature database of people I know, I couldn’t think of anyone.
Well, seems like I’ll be staying here for a while. Or at least, for now.

Birdluv
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first post

GL withh your thread!
I didn't see a forum on the op; so, heres my character!

Name: Skylar

Refrence:
http://i.imgur.com/dAf3sdg.png
age: 16


Bio/backstory: It was nothing but sadness after the death off her family and friends. Her life was empty, roaming the streets just as empty. She stood fearless, and did what she could, to protect her empty homeland. One day, as she defencelessly ran from blood-sucking phantoms, she tripped on a rock, but something appeared to be on it. As Skylar turned her head to look at the rock, she saw a bow, probably left behind from one of the villagers. Reluctantly, she picked it up, knowing she was taught not to steal. "Unless they are dead!" she remarked at her own words. She found it fit great in her hands, as she prepared to fight or die. Skylar didn't have much expoerence, but somehow, she made it. Now, everyone as gone, but she didn't want to leave. She would rest in a nearby forest, learning to hunt and care for herself. by 14, she was great at it. Almost becoming plump, the food was plentiful. Though she had a passion for nature, she did what she must. now, at 16, she is one of the wild.
Personality: A hardy, cocky female who likes to be left alone. She is nice to her well known friends but gets easily aggrivated. But if you know her well, she is loyal, forgiving, and protective of her things and others.She can get angry, or be in a good mood and helpful.

Extras: is 16, loves cannons, trolling, arts, literature, animals, and music.
Shardpixel
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Sounds like a cool fanfic =w=

Excited for it.
Macaronnie
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Hii c:

Name: Lucy

Age: 17

Reference:
http://i.imgur.com/PBPHQCj.png
Bio/Backstory: Her father learned and trained Lucy when she was 9 to deathmatch and how to work with cannons. He also learned how you have to shaman with building and spawning stuff. Her father was her teacher. Then she can deathmatch and sham really good. Shes a immortal shaman. She can help mice without problems and survivor she can spawn the cannons really fast. Her father had still his first cannon from when he was young. She gave it to Lucy. They kept it well and makes sure that nothing happens to it.

Personality: Friendly, brave, but she can be really wild and she get really bitchy by enemies.

Extra: She have still a lightgrey cat plushie, named Whiskers, that she got when she born from her parents.
Anniebuscus
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Name: Meifee

Age: 20

Reference:
http://i.imgur.com/m2l9wLP.png
Bio/backstory: Meifee was trained by her father of how to survive, gather quickly cheese and more basic stuff. When she was 13, her father died. Using the basics she learned, she could just get quick firsts and fame as a professional. But Mei was knocked down by somebody, and she was exiled... forever. Now she is back from 7 years of being exiled and forgotten.

Personality: Very friendly, helpful, clever, but Mei runs into a fight quickly and can be easily angered.

Extra: Meifee's father was a warrior, and after he died, Meifee took his sword which was used in battles.
Thelink
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Name : Link
Age : 13
Reference :
http://i61.tinypic.com/jfuicw.png

Backstory: Her parents neglected her, yell at her and do the most horrible things to her . Tired of all the torture she ran away from her tribe... she started adapting to the outside. She is really smart for her young age.Likes being sarcastic but cares for others.. sometimesc. She's an artist and when she gets the oportunity she draws on walls , behind all that colour maybe hides madness . For some reasone had visions about random things.. sometimes about her past , sometimes about anything that she doesn't know.

Personality : Very inteligent , rather weird and maybe dark , will open up very hard for people .

Extra : Loves Deathmatch, has a trusty aviator hat from a mysterious stranger, Weird.
Ejaffa
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Name: Foxie J

Age: 23

Reference:
http://i.imgur.com/ZG8b2VW.png
Bio/Backstory: Born into poverty, she was always found on the streets, never knowing who she was or where her parents were. She has a scar on her right eye, from being in a dangerous situation with a street gang. She always keeps a positive mind and never attempts to backfire on promises. She always tries to make herself useful.

Personality: Brave, adventurous, sometimes bitchy.

Extra: She can run extremely fast
Bouncytree
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Name: Hope

Age: 11

Reference:
[img]http://i.imgur.com/gExgkuJ.png [/img]
Bio/Backstory: Hope's parents abandoned her when she was little. She was taken in by her aunt. She felt as if she should always be perfect and try her best for her aunt, to make up for her parents. Her aunt soon died from a disease. She was heart broken and fell into terrible depression afterwards. She fled to the city, building little homes in dark allies or the sewers. She always wishes she could go to school, but can't afford it. Instead, she learns from peeking in through school windows. She excells at hiding and is never caught.

Personality: Shy and Anti-Social. Also smart and nerdy.

Extra: She's good at hiding from people.
Conwolf
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OP updated! Accepted two...sorry! Keep them coming! Make em diverse!
More out today :3

a dit :
"Well, looks like she's reviving," a warm voice murmured above me. All I could make out was a grey blob. I reached for it. Haha, it's fluffy.
"What are you doing...are you dreaming?" The warm voice whispered vehemently.
Fluffy...fluffy...fluffy...
"WAKE UP ALREADY!" A different voice screamed in my ear. This one wasn't warm.
Everything snapped into focus at that scream.
I sat up. I was in what seemed like a wood cabin. The warm, bright sunlight filtered through the window and landed on my eyes. A grey and dark brown sat next to me, his friendly green eyes staring at me, filled with worry. Another brown mouse with a furry brown hat with piercing blue eyes stared at me with a bit of an annoyed look.
Why am I here?
“Hello there, nice too meet you. My name is Aika. This is Wooden. What’s your name?” The grey and brown mouse greeted me.
“Uh, C-con. Name’s Con.”
“Hmph, good to see you alive and kicking. We gave you sleeping gas so you wouldn’t scream your head off and attract bears or somethin’. Make yourself at home. You’re welcome to stay here,” Wooden turned around and disappeared into the curtains.
What a weird person. I pushed aside the blankets and stood up to strech.
What a nice, quaint, welcoming place. Little post hung from the walls in the kitchen to the left and a stack of pillows were in a corner in the room on the right.
“Would you like anything? Something to drink, maybe?” Aika gracefully suggested. Gosh, could anyone be more approachable and delicate than Aika? And more opposite than Wooden?
From my miniature database of people I know, I couldn’t think of anyone.
Well, seems like I’ll be staying here for a while. Or at least, for now.
Anniebuscus
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Can't wait for more :3
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