Guy got a design change~ Expect changes!


















Adoptables~:

LE Rules;
1 No stealing. Yadda yadda.
2 No entering into contests. Of any sort. Y'know.
3 No stupidly complicated designs for a request. Make a trade.
4 Request a trade if you have your own set so other people an have the request slots. I can't force this one, but it would be nice of you.
5 Mail Fonon with your requests, not here.
6 Have Puffer Fish As your title for a request, and Squidilicious for a trade.

Status:
Requests : Open
Trades : Open

Be nice!! If you have your own set of adoptables with an open status, request a trade!!

Pick up Code::
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Full Name : GuyGailardia
Name : Guy
Age : 21
Gender : Male
Species : Zafara
Mother : No Idea
Father : No Idea
Siblings : No Idea
Crush : None
Petpet : Clutter the Roaderie 1000
Suffering : Gynophobia
Appearance
Figure : Fit, Strong.
Eye colour : Turquoise
Hair Colour : Golden Blonde
Nose colour : Turquoise
Main Pelt Colour : Dark Slate Blue (#2B3856)
Secondary Colour : Goldenrod
Markings : Loveheart over heart, Gallardia flower marking down mid tail, goldenrod spots arched over eyes, others hard to describe. *Slack*
Accessories : Brown criss-cross strap over front of chest (strapped to back). Leather strap around each wrist



(Please note the Guy isn't a fandom pet anymore XD)
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Work Space.



























(Yeah, re-writing this xD)
Where does one begin with a story? Most people begin at the beginning, the start of their lives. When they were born, their siblings, their families. Their upbringing.
But what does a man say when he has no childhood he can recall? No knowledge of his birth parents or any siblings he might have had?
You begin with the first memory he has. And the first person he connected with.

A young Zafara, about the age of nine, sat looking up. He was sitting in large wicker basket, looking up at the night sky. He had only stirred awake a few minutes earlier and became mesmerized by it. The broad dark, lit with the stars that stretched further than anyone could ever see.
He gazed up at them for the whole night, his eyes adjusting to the light the moon offered him. If time, and the rumbling in his stomach had permitted, he could have sat there for days and nights on end. He knew no worry of any dangers, or of any lonesome feeling that could take him. All he knew that his tummy felt like it was hurting, but not enough that he couldn't ignored it.

(To be continued lawlz.)


Likes Dislikes




Machines &
Technology

The Sky






Mieu



Mieu : his rp's open D:!




Clutter's my poor, rather broken down Roaderie 1000. I got him from a tip awhile ago after diving for some spare parts (Dumpster diving is fun, just were full body clothes and goggles!). Poor thing was mangled and I had to hunt around for all of his pieces. I'm still lacking quite a few of them. So when I get the chance I'm always trying to make him run properly. Odd thing is, he seems to act like a little puppy, when he's out of my tool box he follows me everywhere.




So... You can't fall in love?" you ask, tilting your head to the side.
He chuckles slightly and smiles, 'Naah, that's not it. I can fall in love, just like anyone else. But generally, I wouldn't be able to go anywhere in a relationship. My phobia's too strong for that.'
Can't you get over it?' You asked, your mouth twisting to a slight frown.
He thinks for a moment, "Hm. Maybe one day. But it doesn't really matter, I'm not exactly a prized catch."
You look at him sadly as his gaze goes elsewhere.



Piccy~!
Heh... As you'd have noticed by now, I suffer from something called Gynophobia. It's an intense fear of women. I'm not saying I don't like women. Hell, I love them! I just can't come into contact with them. I'm destined to be alone.

Getting Through
(to help you roleplaying lass xD)
�If they take a step to close to them, he'll usually take a step back to keep distance.
�If they still come closer, he darts to the side and tries to make it obvious he doesn't want to be too near.
�When he knows he's been touched or grabbed, usually by the front or side, he'll usually begin to shake and asks them nicely to let go.
�If he's caught off guard, or touched from and angle he can't quite see, he has a habit of screaming, becoming flushed and sweating.
�If he is touched from behind, he'll jump from surprise and rush in a direction to get away.
�If he is clung onto from the back, not knowing, he's thrown into a complete panic. Usually, he cries out almost like he's in intense pain, then somhow managed to get them off before gets a short distance. From there he begins to shake, sweat and having a hard time breathing.
�There are exceptions. If a life's in danger, he can usually get them to safety without being fussed. But as soon as the crisis is averted, or he's realised what he's done, he goes through one or two of the above explained.


Odd Jobs
Whooo, another image to be done xD;

Mechanics
Info & Piccy
Ah, if there's anything in the world that makes me happy, its mechanics. Messing with nuts and bolts, reconnecting wires, getting covered in oil, changing metal, I just love it. It's been my favourite past time for as long as I can remember, I've just always had some sort of connection with the subject. Not to boast, but I can make nearly anything run and make nearly anything from scrap pieces that are lying around. I pick up a lot of junk on my journey, so I leave a lot of little inventions lying around in certain places. Sigh, since I travel so much I can't keep most of my things... But it makes me feel warm when I can give them to someone else.
Cooking
Info & Piccy
Oh yes, well, you see... As I bet you can gather I'm somewhat of a Jack-of-all-trades, so over the years I've learned how to cook. I'm not the greatest, but what I make is usually edible, heh. I know just enough to sustain myself and any family that ever decides to hire my assistance.
Gardening
Info & Piccy
Well, this isn't... Really a job. I garden out of my own free time. Something about plants just make me feel at peace. There aren't that many people that seem to take to gardens anymore. You know, it's just lawn, a plant there, a few not-so-healthy hedges. You know what I'm talking about?
Babysitting
Info & Piccy
They say never work with children or animals... but I love both. I just get a real positive feeling from looking after little tykes. I'm probably not the best influence but hey, it could be worse.


The Dream::
He takes a seat down on one of the rolled over logs and opens up his toolbox. The forest is becoming less dense, so you know you're getting close to reaching your destination. Guy's been a great help from here, and you're making good time. But it doesn't look like you'll have all that much time left with him... So I guess it's time to ask about the rock jumping incident.
As you take a seat on a patch of dry grass, you get ready to ask. "Hey Guy, I've got a question..."
He looks up at you from his toolbox, with a quizful look, "What is it?"
I was wondering, about before... What were you doing on top of those rocks, to begin with?" You ask.
He scratches the back of his head, closing his tool box after grabbing a collar out from it. It's a light blue with spots of different shades, an angelic wing pendant hanging from it. "Well you see," he begins, "I have a dream."
He pauses while he slips his collar on, thinking it over, "No, don't really a dream. Dreams can't be met... I'm striving towards a goal."
He points up to the sky, his eyes following. It's becoming a tone darker, but still hold's it's beauty. "I want to fly."
You look at him for a moment, turning your head. He has no wings, how would that be possible?
He continues, "One day I'm going to. I don't know how, but I will. I'm going to touch the sky, and know I've finally accomplished something. The sky is always there, in good times and the bad times. Everyone sees the same sky. It holds so much hope for me. I can't remember if I ever felt the same when I was younger, before I lost my memory, but it's my passion now. It's something I'm determined to do. And I'll accomplish it. Even if I have to die to do it, reach the gates up there."
You blink, a little surprised. He seemed odd when he talked about this, his voice still kind and loving, but, as he said, determined.
He lowers his hand and looks back you, with a slightly embarrassed look. "I guess that's why I jump. I just want to try."
He gets up off his seat and stretches before grabbing his tool box again. "Let's get moving."
You stand up soon after, wiping the bits of grass off your pants, before following his lead once again.







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