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  • Well howdy! I've made le thread! Now, you shall hear me blabber about m y quickly made characters! :D


    Here's my main character. I used the form form my Highschool/Middle School thread-










  • Cadence Marie Rosewood
    [Size=8pt]Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.[/size]
    Nickname:"Candy though not many call me that.."
    Age ;;"15 years old >W<"
    Height;;"im a shorty! 5'6"
    Birthplace;;"Jacksonville Texas suckers!"
    Birthday;;"July 3 so close to the 4th!!"
    Favorite color;;"Blue"
    Pet;;"Rufus is so cute you will all fall over and die!"


    Other;;here it is!

  • and yes semi advanced is fine but sorry if im a bit short im new to semi advanced but i will try my best :)


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    Click the "spoiler" button to see my terrible summary.


    The post was edited 1 time, last by ηειgнs αη∂ ωнιηηιεs ♥ ().


  • Foxface
    I sit on the front steps of the old wooden house, carving out a bow. I watch the breeze blow some dust around, what was supposedly gravel and asphalt, but.. TIme goes by, i guess. I continue to carve away, trying to remember what is was like before the power went out. I was only a baby then. How would I remember. I tap my foot, watching the old blue paint chip away and reveal decayed wood.


    (BTW, she makes Bow/arrows, and she does some medicine/apothecary stuff. Cuz she's smart 8))



  • (Okie dokie sorry if this is short my phone stinks)



    Cadence walked aeound her hands shoved in her pockets rufus trailing behind her.she looked around sadly trying to remember anything but it was usless,she hummed a small song as she looked around brushing the hair out of her face.


  • Looking up, I saw a girl. She looked familiar, considering this is a frankly small town.. If you want to call it a town. I continue to carve, but looking up. I stare at her awkwardly, trying to figure out who she was. When I was putting a finger on her name.. The knife cut straight into my finger.
    "JEEZ!" I shout as I run inside to wrap it up.


    Her dog. A 4 year old German Shepherd male named Sonare-


    And her horse. A grulla Quarter Horse Stallion named Urbano.