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It was as if the gods themselves had decided to send thier power streaking and danicing across the stars. Blasts rocked the ears of the veiwers, their eyes reflecting the gleam in the heavens. Hundreds of hours of work, all for this moment, all for this breif explosion in the sky.
All worth it.
IN PROGRESS.
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Story
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It wasn't as if she didn't love her. She did enough, in his eyes. Chagrin's mother had named him so for a reason, but he never knew the meaning of the word. She seemed to ignore him,but he didn't mind. It wasn't until his half-sister was born when he was around five, when it became evident that he wasn't wanted.
He was born blue, much like nayother in the world, but his sister was a rare one, born farie like her mother was painted. She learned to fly quqickly; by the time she was five, she was soraing in the high skys with her mother, leaving Chagrin to mind his own on the ground. He never really minded, though. The ignorant love he recived was much like he always had gotten.
Though Chagrin had no wings to fly by, he often walked in the woods, and gathered everything he could find. As his mother and sister's flights got longer and longer, he went further and further into the woods, wandering far form thier Neopian Central suburb home. One day when he came home, with wonderus jewles he had found in the heart of the forest:dazzling reds and blues contrasting against bright yellows and dark greens.
He waited up all night, a smile playing around his face from hiding his surprise. Dawn came, and they did not come home. He soon went out to town, to see if anyone had seen them, but no one had.
Worried and wide-eyed, Chagrin ran home, his joy of his gift forgotten.
But there was somebody at the house when he trotted through the door. It was as if he looked at circus mirror: the same brwon eyes, the same curve under the eye, the same dark hue of blue, but this gelert was at least twice his pup size.
It was his father, of course, the father he never knew existed, for his mother had torn away from him shortly before Chagrin's birth. So, naturally, Chagrin was frightened for his own wellbeing, and wondered about the jewels. Yes, this gelert looked a lot like him, but what was that marking on his forehead? What were those stripes on his hind end, with the same dimond marking on his thigh?
Hello, Chagrin, was all he said, before grabbing him by the nape of the neck, and dashing away with him.
When sleep had released him, he found him self in a lavish bed in a large main room, with his father looking right at him, in an almost sorrowful way. Too confused to speak, Chagrin obeitantly followed when his father bekoned him to do so.
No words were exchanged as they trotted through the elaborate house, and went down into the basement, the only light seeping through a small, high window, the sun outside doing no good in such a dismal place. Chagrin was butted into a small cage, his tounge still bit. Again, the sorrowful look from his father, before his brown eyes turned black, but glowed, along with the with the strips on his hind and dimonds on his forehead and thigh. He growled at the shut cage, and Chagrin wimpered. Mist filled the basment, and all he saw was a flash fo white and black lightning, and then his bones cracked and his body strained. His mind went fuzzy as he yowled, and darkness forced its way inside.
Again, he woke, but this time was wasn't in a lavish bed. He awoke in the middle of the woods, his father sitting beside him, turning to look at him with sad eyes. His markings were gone, and all he said before walked into the brush was, Sorry, Chagrin.
Chagrin was broken and torn, and utterly confused out of his mind. He looked at himself, still blue, for the most part: two black socks had tattooed themsleves on his front right leg and back left leg, and his tail no longer had the gelert whip, but that dimond marking, which also was placed on his back.
He sat for the longest time, mouth agape, before She called for the first time.
It was a blur, and always would be: his markings would begin to glow and he would storm through whoever and what ever before his teeth hit blood and bone ond took the life away from whomever She wanted dead. He tried to live a normal life, but how can one find love, hold a job, do anything with such unpredictablity of his rages?
The one job he found was making fireworks. He seemed to have a knack for it, and earned him enough money to paint himself, in attmept to get rid of the markings, which simply showed up in white. He has continued to play with the fireworks, becoming a master in shotting them off just right to create spectacular illiusions. He gather two fine friends, and his rages come less and less.
A few years ago, he learned that he was not alone in this curse; many wander the earth with Her makr, bidding unwillingly to Her call, but any friendship he has tried to create with anyone like him has failed, for they are either killed or flee for thier own lives into hiding.
He also learned that She is a farie, a young Dark one at that, who is not willing to dirty her hands with such killing deeds. No cure for the curse, other then passing it onto your own kin, has been found.
But life moves on, as it always does...
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Friends
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Ivan
A strong half mutated Schorchio, Ivan often prevents Chagrin from harm by battling him during his rages, much to Chagrin's dismay. Hes quite intelligent, and tends to spend his days flying about or visting others, but mostly helps Chagrin wiht his firework building an competitions, which brings in the most money for the hoiuse that they and Naga live in.
Naga
Naga was born into a billionare's life, before it was quickly taken away by a burgler and his siter. He has the rare abliltiy to change his fur into scales and his tail into a fin when he hits the water, and uses it in hs day job of helping the tuorists on Mystery Island out of thier shipping plight. Younger then both Chagrin and Ivan, he always travels with Schmo, an annoying deaver that wouldn't have it any other way.
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Love
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No love yet, but willing to find some...
IGNOREMEPLZ.I'M IN A RATHER STATE OF DISPAIR THAT SHALL HOPEFULLY BE FIXED DURING THE SUMMER, ALONG WITH ALL THE OTHERS.
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Brief bio:
Born blue, Chagrin was shunned by his mother for his more impressive farie sister. When his sister died, his mother went into months of denial, and kicked him out of the home. He eventually found his father, and learned that he had inheireted a curse form him, called the Murderer's call.Chagrin has since learned to control his curse, but the marks from earlier years still remian.
Gelert adoptables
READY TO BE MADE!
Yet another set of rules for adoptables!
1)Don't take a custom of someone else's pet and claim it as your own.Do that, then you're stealing two things, not one.
2)Do not claim theses as your own drawings.
3)DO NOT remove my name from the picture.
4)please don't offer to have a custom done and say 'just do a {insert plain color here} gelert.'Your pet must have some sort of design.
Heres a purdy sample(who would've known?):
Old ones retired.Enlagred to show detail.Will make smaller.
Customs done
(*note:the first few are still linked to __chagrin__'s pet page on their page.)
Siriu5
Starburst 
Dapplestars
Rose Princess
Ikurouta
Star
Hokuto
Neapet
Rain
Max
Tears
Auhra
Zero
Danke
Kutsu
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Art of me
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Adoptables
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Customs
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New look
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Old Look
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