Happy Black Friday or something! This year, we're bringing y'all some Secret Keehar for the winter holidays.
Sign your characters up below and you'll be given a random other character to write a shiny for! In secret, of course. ;D Here's how it'll go down:
-Signups close in two weeks on Dec 11th (if y'all get wild and all sign up before then, I'll send ya names early!) -On that day, I'll send your OOC account a pm containing the name (or names if you signed up multiple characters) of your Secret Keehar. -You'll have until the 27th-ish to reply to me with a 1psp shiny (gotta give us some time to write any missing descs!) -On Dec 31st, check your character's messages for pm from me containing your special new friend!!
Don't worry, I'll go over everything again in my pm! And there may just be a super special surprise included in there. ;DDD
To sign up, post below with...
Character Name: 3 Species Suggestions: A Wintry or Festive Theme:
Regardless of anything listed below I am happy with literally anything and I do not consider this a hardline and will accept literally anything given and be completely gleeful and thrilled. I AM NOT A PICKY PERSON I LOVE SHINIES.
Character Name: Yjrn Mistwander 3 Species Suggestions: Firelizard, Demonhound, Visp A Wintry or Festive Theme: Snowdrops! Hellebores! Pieris! Winter plants is what I'm getting at.
Character Name: Alice Noe 3 Species Suggestions: Celeste Cats, Pegasi, Ikal'daka A Wintry or Festive Theme: Mulled Wine
I am the Maker of Toys, Master of Joys Male Ammolite Celeste Cat
Mindspeech: Color #9e7017
Is there anything more delighted than a child with a new toy, out anything that will call to the child within like a toy? Maker of Toys certainly doesn't think so and thus has made it his life's mission to bring that joy a childlike delight to everyone around. He's quite a crafts-cat. Carve and paint, stitch and stuff, simple mechanical tricks and cogs and gears, his claws and minor telekinesis can do it all! He's fond of more simple, old-fashioned toys like dolls and rocking horses and toy soldiers as opposed to fancy, high-tech gadgets, both because off their timelessness and how they spark imagination in their use, turning a single toy into a thousand playmates.
Maker of Toys, perhaps appropriately, has a dark wood appearance to his fur, primarily an earthy brown with hints of lighter brown and golden mottling within all the way to the tip of his trio of foxy tails. Though each is a different color his eyes have an illusory, almost infinitely-deep look to them like illulsions beads. The left is a blue that fades into a green, the right a green that fades into a red, and the central one in his forehead a purple that fades to a gold, left to right.
HE DONT HAVE A NAME YE TBUT I LOVE HIM
Last Edit: Dec 27, 2020 19:34:03 GMT -5 by Tuk-tuk
It would, perhaps, take very little time for Tynis to come to the conclusion he was not alone this holiday season. His belongings seemed to all have been moved just so, furniture rearranged, and decorations he certainly did not own were put up everywhere. It would, however, take much longer for him to find the culprit. The little surprises went on for nearly a month until one night after Whazzitmas the pranks all took solid form. Well, solid-ish. He wasn't an ordinary Phoenix after all!
Celestial Guidance Fade Though his light always seems to be a soft, borderline dim blue, this boy is jovial and energetic. A man of good cheer and mirth there is a lightness to him, despite his small pranks such as hiding the thing you're looking for for a moment or two or moving a few items around on your desk just enough to throw you off. Sometimes it's important to stop and laugh even, and sometimes especially, at your own expense. But rest assured he is not all games, he has no patience for maliciousness and meets it with swift and surprisingly forceful discipline. He'll not have anyone spreading that kind of attitude around him, not even for a moment. Jovial guardian of sorts, trust that he has your back even if he's stuck a sticky note on it that says "I need a hug" and you can't figure out why well meaning strangers keep offering to hug you.
Someone seems to have... well, forgotten his physical form. Though he doesn't seem to be able to phase through walls or anything of that sort he does seem to be less encumbered by the weight existence, moving with sprightliness and ease through even the thickest of leaves or brambles. Rather than a physical body he seems to be made up of connected points of light creating the shape of a phoenix, individual spots that burn brighter than the rest of them. The brightest of all is the one to form his heart, a guiding light to bring you to him. He is a soft and radiant blue, never too bright but rarely so pale you can't see him. He is the most active in the winter months, a real fan of the cold weather and festivities that come with it. In the summer months he is a bit paler, a bit less corporeal, and it is more often in the summer that he will fade away to be reborn, worry not if he takes his time with this. He's just waiting for it to be not quite so hot.
Aahhh he is so wonderful luff him. His name is Ankaa after the brightest star in the Phoenix constellation.
Is a Mel
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Deep sea blue fur wraps up this Beorfin in a short, oily coat of waterproof slickness. He's not the softest to pet; his fur isn't coarse or prickly by any means, but it's functional, slightly wiry, made for keeping him steam-lined and warm in arctic-cold waters, and he's quite amenable to affection if you decide to give it. There isn't much patterning here; its darker on the dorsal side, paler along his tummy, as with many animals, and the only marks are nigh-black freckles over his heavily whiskered muzzle. His body is fairly rotund, protected by a layer of blubbery fat, but he's strong and swift despite his unassuming chub. This body blends away into a fan-finned tail of sky-blue, scaled but so smoothly it seems like a single slick skin. It would be relatively unremarkable, were it not for the glowing tendrils extending from it. Each one is a ray of almost pure hardlight, touchable and impossibly sheer but indestructible. One is a glistening blue; the next a golden beam; the next, near-white green; the next, another, each one shimmering and slowly shifting in hue over time.
Most Den'risu are already known for their eagerness to serve, to please, to be a light in the life of their bonded, but none take it quite so literally as this one. He wishes to be a guiding light, no matter how dark the path around you. Not that someone as sensitive as his Junho necessarily needs it as much as others, but even the gentlest souls need a sympathetic shoulder now and then, and can be easily overlooked when they need help when everyone assumes they're fine. If you're ever in doubt, he will listen to all your worries with infinite patience and a level of understanding empathy rarely felt, and try his best to guide you down the right path. Let him accompany you, and he will show you possibilities and opportunities for yourself you never knew existed. You can be far more than you think you are -- you just have to be open to trying another path once in a while.
THE CINNAMON ROLL ARMY CONTINUES -shrieks- He's precious thank you ;-;
Post by Yjrn Mistwander on Dec 27, 2020 20:09:08 GMT -5
I LOVE THEM precious Visp buddy best flower friend
Visp Reverie Vher -- Yjrn
Winter Bloom Reverie Visp
They are a petite Visp, from tip of the snout to tail only just over a foot when full grown. Their little nose is upturned into a blunt shape, not unlike a pig or bat. Swirls of vibrant greens shift endless through the three pairs of eyes found just above, all wide and full of curiosity and wonder. Petite and delicate in stature, their most striking feature is their scales. While spiked in appearance like any Reverie, their length is tipped with delicate, soft petals. Each is a deep purple-black, velvety and matte. Ventral scales are replaced by green, curling bracts.
As sweet as their appearance suggests, this visp is ever accepting of the world around them and always able to spot the silver lining no matter what. The surprise bloom in the dead of winter they always encourage their bonded to see the positive in every situation. Don't mistake the positivity for passiveness. They are willing to lay down their life for their bond and will attempt to defend them by any means necessary, their temperate nature quickly turning to deadly venom. Despite these traits, they are not incredibly clingy. You won't find them hanging out in your pocket or around your neck, though they do tend to check in mentally on a frequent basis. Their favorite spot is in the fridge or cellar, anyplace that is a little cooler in temperature.
In the middle of one snowy winter night, not too far from what Geoff would know as Christmas day, a grumbling would rise and rise and rise until it filled the apartment and woke the man up. Should he get up to inspect, he'd find a cross looking Armadigger sitting in a tangle string of lights who'd gruffly mumble something or other about a Saint and a Keehar.
If One Bulb Burns Out Spade Bold #ff1200 Mostly covered in a light-medium sort of brown reminiscent of workwear with red and black buffalo check across his back plates and a string of lights permanently tangled around him, this Spade has certainly done his fair share of digging in life. He's still on the burly side but what were once brawny, taught muscles have softened with age and wrinkles crease at the corners of his eyes and around his mouth and are those frown lines? Spoiler alert, they are frown lines. He's also gotten a bit of a belly these days, you know, the ol' metabolism slows down after awhile. That's certainly not to say he's old. He's middle aged, thank you very much, and has no problem keeping up with the likes of you!
And he doesn't, for the most part. He's surprisingly agile, more so when you think about the fact that Armadiggers don't usually have both an encyclopedic knowledge of and the dexterity to work with lights and other electronics and automobiles and appliances and firearms and, strangely, cooking meats. In fact, he's amassed a lot of odds and ends of knowledge over the years that he'll grumpily share with you. Yeah, you could say he's a bit rough around the edges. He's sick of not your shit per se but shit in general. The only games he has time for are those played on Sunday nights by the Planetary Football League when he can relax and crack open a cold one. All in all, he means well and he actually is very useful to have around to teach you how something works or give you not the weyrd's greatest advice or nag you about any chores you might not've kept up with. And, every so often, he'll let you know that he is, in fact, proud of you.
Late one night while the weyrd was still full of Whazzitmas cheer, there came a soft rap, tap, at the pyramid's door. Or whatever it was that Omorose used as a door and if she didn't have anything of the sort? Well, one conveniently appeared! When she'd check to see who was there, she'd find but a log on her doorstep. A prank? Not quite, for a moment after a brilliant fire took light and in it the form of a Phoenix.
Herald of Fortune Radiant No matter her age there is something soft and matronly in the eyes of this sweetheart. She cares very deeply about those around her, her bonded in particular but her love extends beyond that even. Though there are times her great empathy can bring her sadness, it also brings her great joy and it is that joy that she endeavours to spread. With warm blankets and sweet cocoa or gorgeous flowers and beautiful song she will bring happiness in any way that she can. And there's something about her that almost seems particularly lucky, though she'd deny it's anything of her doing. Things just seem to go right, to go a little more smoothly, when around her. The street is clear for crossing the moment you need it, you find exact change in your pocket that you'd forgotten about. Just little things that bring joyful surprise and comfort to those around her.
Perhaps she shares more in common with a swan than some of her kin. Her long neck is delicate and moves with an unplanetly grace, the same with which her wings carry her. It is a beautiful thing to behold, this girl in flight, she has a fine control and agility about the way that she moves and her skill at managing tight spaces despite her size is second to none. At her hottest she will burn a bright white, but more often is her flame a pale golden hue occasionally dipping into the deep gold and orange of a setting sun. What perhaps sets her most apart from her kin, however, comes towards the winter solstice. Most phoenixes only undergo rebirth at older ages or under duress, this Radiant undergoes a different kind of rebirth once per year, on the winter solstice. She will find herself a comfortable fireplace and with a great flash of light normally seen in her rank she will vanish. Left behind will be a log, burning with a serene warmth that calms anyone who sits near it and brings a simple happiness. Over the night the fire will burn out, as fires are wont to do, and there in the ashes she will be, ready and rejuvenated for another year of joy and good fortune.
Oh no the last thing Alice needs is a Wine Mom I LOVE HER
The Wine Mom Ammolite
This is one of the cutest cats you'll ever see, and she's not just flaunting that because she's biased (although she will flaunt it). This Ammolite is shaped more like a sphere than a leggy feline acrobat, with a rotund body and extra bushy tails and a face practically lost in her fluffy neck ruffles. Her fur is soft, so delightfully soft and dense, and is longhaired to further the impression of a literal furball with teensy paws and a face stuck on and two tufty ears. Colourwise, she's a deep plum, with soft rings of a redder wine colour around her three ploofy tails, looking more raccoon than fox. Each eye -- wide, bright, and belying clear mischief -- is a different hue. The left, a sparkling pink rosé; the right, a sweet, soft lilac, with a burst of orange in the shape of a heart marking around it; and the middle, a sparkling pale champagne. Fortunately, she adores physical attention, as she'll need much grooming to keep her looking so squishably cute and cuddly, but how could you say not to that li'l face?&nbsp;
Sugar and spice and a splash of booze wink wink, that's what this little cat is made of. She's an absolute delight when socializing; she has few, if any, self-doubts, and happily commits to being the fun one, the one who gets the jokes and loves to hang out with everyone, and maybe she say something inappropriate for such an innocent looking little fluffkins but she's blissfully unaware of this. Not that she doesn't have a hint of sharpness to her; she can have a tempery side, mostly when she's in Mom Mode and thinks you need to shape up or feels you aren't respecting her. She may not be a queen but she will be respected in her own house young lady (or old sir, or old lady, or any combination of age and gender that happens to be visiting). Mostly, though, she radiates warmth, whether its one-on-one cozied up on a loveseat or out being the designated teleporter at a party... although you might want to have a back-up designee. She quite likes her sloshy drinks. She likes them fruity, strong, and hot, in fact; perhaps an idealized beverage version of herself? She's sweet, she's fiercer than she looks if she needs to be, and she's the catification of a warm ball of love on your lap.
In fact, she'll often be found in the kitchen, mulling some wine for herself, or make a hot cuppa tea, or brewing some strong joe, or stirring a cauldron -- yes, her skills with drinkable solutions are not limited to your ordinary home brews. This cat's a magic cat, and will happily slip you a wink while slipping you a love potion or vial of liquid luck as soon as she'll make you a hot toddy before bed. Shh, it's our little secret, Alice~
Last Edit: Dec 27, 2020 20:58:27 GMT -5 by Alice Noe