Welcome;
Forscene fell into HottShot's lap by a dear friend, Kate. Cene brought HottShot + Kate together. Destined to be friends forever ?. Thank you goes out to Kate for letting Cene live her endless days with HottShot!
Navigation = Windows on the building marked 'Forscene'
Goals;
Customization 
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Crokabek Garland [X] {Thanks Cathii!}
Crumbling Ancient Castle Background [X]
Character list :
What is she like? [-] 50%
What does she look like [-] 10%, need art u_u
Story list :
Story started [X]
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Figure a way to properly format the story [-]
list :
Crokabek Garland [X] {Thanks Cathii!}
Crumbling Ancient Castle Background [X]
Character
list :What is she like? [-] 50%
What does she look like [-] 10%, need art u_u
Story
list :Story started [X]
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Figure a way to properly format the story [-]
About Forscene;
This moon is one of Four that orbit the planet, Trafa. The air is thick with Carbon-Florixide, a thick red gas. The crimson surface got its color from this fume. Orbiting Trafa, without such the moon could not survive. No real plants seemed to grow here except a few species of cacti; manly rocks as far as the eye can see. Over 400 degrees, on a cold day. The core being made of lava; heating the surface. Only inhabitants : Cene-Cuupidara.
Encoded into their DNA, their sole purpose being that of a Peace-Maker on the planet Trafa. Sewing together the stitches that be the conflict of that world. Soon after turning age 5, one being sent down to Trafa to relinquish the last Peace-Maker. From birth, they are taught to be a solemn creature; never to have friends, or interact with the species that inhabits Trafa. Living with their parents until age 3; shown no love, and barely few words in passing. Then being released onto the moon to learn independence. They fashion their own instrument at age 4; to be used for their life's work.
Appearance :
Crimson Skin
Blue eyes
Talons for toes
Long nails
Course fur
Long spiky tail
Large angel-esk wings
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Architecture
Night Harmony Loa |
Conflict
Daylight Redundancy Trafa |
She enjoys change. Too much of the same thing is never good. Change is easy. Dealing with it by going with the flow. Conflict pierces her ears like the screech from a bat, in a struggle. If conflict occurs her heightened sense of hearing guides her like a missile to the culprit. Finding nourishment from the plants; vegetarian by nature. Bow and arrow fashioned herself. The scowl on her face masks the emptiness she feels inside. Wanting to live in the world, not just be a figment. Her attitude towards Loa is sort of dreary. Her voice rather monotonous, only talking to Loa, more-so to make herself feel better.
{The Job}
Being taught that in order for them to work you must first imagine what you want, then firing the arrow. With a blank mind comes resolution. You must see the conflict being resolved, aim the arrow and let go. One of the few words her father had said to her. But they stayed in her mind.
Story;
Heading to Trafa
Look at that red star! The man stopped on the street, pointing to the sky.
Another man stopped, and looked to see the amazing sight. Maybe its something from Driva?
Possibly. The passerby replied.
In the far off distances they both spotted the crash; bright red sparks shot up from the site.
Both continued on their ways, only for that moment did anyone acknowledge Cene as she plummeted to Trafa to begin her life's mission.
First thought that came to mind was, Food. My stomach echoed in the night. Black birds were startled by the haunting noise; running from their homes, perched atop a giant tree. Other animals ran from the ghoul, I could hear their rustling in the distance.
She scoured the land for any sort of plant life. Those gold eyes locked onto a bush, resting on a waterbed. Like a flash of lightning, all the fruits and leaves disappeared from the bush. Why yes, she was that hungry.
Second thought being, Shelter. So tired and weak I was from the endeavor, I gathered my bow and arrow; tons they weighed. I kid you not. My back almost gave from the weight. My mother once mentioned how gravity affected weight on Trafa, maybe I can blame my weakness on that.
Feeling content, she ventured away from the waterbed. Searching for what seemed like a full night, she finally found shelter. A cave, seemingly abandoned. It wreaked of death and decay, moldy water pools, and fur of a dirty animal. Cene was too weak to argue with this, it was dark, and shelter. She was not the combative type, so settling was her specialty.
Next thought, Explore. Not knowing too much of the surface. Lessons were of the job; not of what sort of world Trafa was. Taught to explore the planet after finding nourishment, and shelter. Told to fly into the sky and soak up all the world will show me. Like a tale, my father would say, read the world. Don't just fly into the night; see what it has to offer.
Soaring into the night sky she saw the city was alight from the windows, and lamps that paved the roads. The city being sort of redundant in the building structure, the exact lamp position, the emptiness of the streets. She Perched herself atop a building, just watching and reading the story this world had to offer.
Thief! Get back here! One man proclaimed.
Cene perked up from the buzzing in her ears. She flew through each shadow of the buildings, staying incognito but also trying to start her job.
Seeing a man running, she gathered her bow, and aimed the arrow. In mid flight she made a perfect hit! The man acted as a zombie, so monotonous in movement. He walked back to the man, and returned the bags he had stole. Cene swooped down to retrieve her arrow, lying on the pavement. Resolution to the conflict, feels good. Cene felt accomplished.
Cene returned herself to the ledge she had been perched on. Gazing down at the city she though, This night seems more active She had no grasp on time. On Driva there was nobody keeping track of time; just one year at a time. Tonight was a Friday. The city was more bustling. No work tomorrow, no priorities.
Conflict? Another fight broke out, men wrestling and arguing. They were inebriated; their words not making much sense. Cene swooped from shadow to shadow, gauging their movements as to make a proper mark. Zzzzip! The arrow flew and hit one of the men in between the eyes. Both men fell to the floor, fast asleep. Good enough. Conflict resolved. Cene had been longing for sleep; forgetting that her thoughts transfer through the arrow.
The next morning;
Sun glaring down on me as I snored the day away, atop a brick building. An Ona spotted me mid-flight, within moments the creature was looming overhead. Sitting beside me, it waited for me to awaken.
Nightfall greeted me as I woke. Two green eyes pierced at me. Frightened, I inched towards the ledge and flew away. Zipping through the chilly night, I felt as though the creature was not done pestering me yet. I felt a bold breath on my neck; a figment of my imagination, I thought. The little Ona trailed after me. Flying faster, and faster. Hoping to race away from the clever little creature.
Landing on a building top, I veered in all directions; seeing no green eyes. The stars were so bright tonight, and Driva glowed brightly. The night almost didn't seem night. Feeling at peace, I slowly knelt next to a cooling vent, and just waited the night away. Ah! I declared. Startled by those green eyes once more!Leave me alone, you vile creature. The Ona sat beside me, staring up at Driva. I didn't really know what to think; sitting there staring at it. /Why was it so comfortable next to me?/ I pondered. Awkward, but we both continued watching Driva cross the sky, slowly setting in the west. With dawn approaching, I had company as I fell into slumber; one night, no conflict.
Sun glaring down on me as I snored the day away, atop a brick building. An Ona spotted me mid-flight, within moments the creature was looming overhead. Sitting beside me, it waited for me to awaken.
Nightfall greeted me as I woke. Two green eyes pierced at me. Frightened, I inched towards the ledge and flew away. Zipping through the chilly night, I felt as though the creature was not done pestering me yet. I felt a bold breath on my neck; a figment of my imagination, I thought. The little Ona trailed after me. Flying faster, and faster. Hoping to race away from the clever little creature.
Landing on a building top, I veered in all directions; seeing no green eyes. The stars were so bright tonight, and Driva glowed brightly. The night almost didn't seem night. Feeling at peace, I slowly knelt next to a cooling vent, and just waited the night away. Ah! I declared. Startled by those green eyes once more!Leave me alone, you vile creature. The Ona sat beside me, staring up at Driva. I didn't really know what to think; sitting there staring at it. /Why was it so comfortable next to me?/ I pondered. Awkward, but we both continued watching Driva cross the sky, slowly setting in the west. With dawn approaching, I had company as I fell into slumber; one night, no conflict.
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