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[burninghart]

Player Name: Snap
Character's Name: Kieran
Character's username
bloominghart / bloomingheart
burninghart / burningheart
enduringhart / enduringheart
buddinghart / buddingheart
BOY I BET YOU MISSED ALL EIGHT ZILLION OF THESE ACCOUNTS.

Game Series: Pokemon
Link to previous app: here
Age (If there is a change): Still 17.

Canon point changes (If any): Same as ever, unless you count the fact that it's not winter.
Additional history that happened since the last application (their history at the school before they left, what happened and caused them to return):

Kieran stumbled onto Smash Academy (and modern civilization as a whole) entirely by accident. He likely would have merely passed through, had he not been mowed the absolute heck over by the Blue Falcon. An intervention from the resident healer, Rhys, spared him from becoming roadkill, and began his wide-eyed discovery of what he was convinced must be the Realm of the Gods. Smash Academy was nothing like anything he'd known: he struggled not just with the ability to turn human or the intricacies of modern technology, but with the basics of human society. Money? Clothing? Groceries? Sewing? WHAT ARE THOSE???

More important than his confusion on pretty much everything ever, though, were the people he met. A WHOLE LOT OF THEM REALLY WERE GODS, YOU SEE. He had run-ins with deities like Kyogre and Groudon and ESPECIALLY CELEBI. Celebi was a very big deal, on account of being the favoured legendary of his kind. He swapped stories with the resident 'saurs, declared Kanji and Rhys to be gods, got the pants scared off him by Jon, went on a magical adventure with Amitie, and made a bunch of other friends over the course of his stay.

Unfortunately, the instinctive urge to migrate with the seasons was not one that Kieran was very good at repressing. Despite expecting his journey year would teach him to be properly winter-hearted, Kieran's still very much a flighty, unreliable soul; even if the potential for steadfastness exists inside him, he's still a little too present-minded for his own good. Instead of sticking around, Kieran followed his impulses and took to wandering again without so much as a word.

He spent the summer between the Mountains of Convenience and the forest that he called home. (Lovely little colony of Digletts up on the mountain, for the record -- nice folks, good stories, it's nice to learn about the perspective of creatures who connect with the earth in an entirely different way.) Summer proved to be a relaxing, carefree season. The Jumpluffs were around, so news of his herd was plentiful. Everything bloomed excellently, so there was no shortage of things to eat. There were, of course, predators, but during those sunny summer days, his Chlorophyll was enough of a boon that precious few were fast enough to keep up with him. The flooding, admittedly, was worrisome; he kept to the mountains and emerged unscathed, but had no way of knowing how his herd had fared. Still, his journey year wasn't over yet, so he couldn't go looking for them.

And speaking of his journey year's end... that's getting closer and closer. Summer's over, and autumn's taken its place. This is the last season Kieran has before his year is over. As carefree and laissez-faire as his outlook usually is, it's fact that's got him worried: the obligation to be properly winter-hearted is starting to press down on him, but he feels like he's still the same person he was when he first set out. Whatever epiphany is going to turn him into the adamant, unyielding winter-heart he was meant to become only has a few short months to hurry up and get here. Surely there was something he could do to usher it in?

The answer, fittingly enough, came to him in a dream; he dreamt one night of a friend he'd made back in the strange embrace of civilization. With that fresh on his mind, he's come to a decision: go back to the Realm of the Gods. Surely he could think of no better place to hurry along a metamorphosis... and to be perfectly honest, he quite missed all the presences that he'd quickly grown accustomed to. Being alone isn't all it's cracked up to be.


Personality Changes (ie, some characters grow are are different based on where they are taken from. Please write down any changes in personality compared to the first app):

Kieran has done very little changing; he's perhaps a little more future-minded, now that there's a big deadline looming in his life, but for the most part, he still lets things roll off his back a little more than he should. He's become a little bit better at letting his facial expression match his mood, as he's learned that scent and body language don't quite do as much for species that don't happen to be of the deery sort. The things he learned during his first visit to Smash Academy have given him a slight advantage this time around, too; it wouldn't be fair to call him savvy and urbane, but there'll be a few less blatantly oblivious questions now that he knows what humans are, that computers are not magic, that paper is not for grazing on, etc.


In-Character 1st person sample:
[The screen flickers on to reveal a face that juuust might be familiar to a few. There's a smile on his face, and his eyes are bright and reverent. With the season rollover being so recent, it's probably not hard to guess what's on his mind:]

Autumn! This is a season of great change for all of us, but I think my kind might view it just a little bit differently from everyone else. It seems like a lot of people see the fading of the leaves as a sign of a melancholy, still season. Am I right on that account? It seems a little unusual to me, but autumn's meant something else entirely for most of my life.

You see, for we Sawsbucks, autumn is the season of love! We are never so vividly alive as we are in autumn. Even as our bodies brace for winter and our leaves accept their end, our resolve is to enter that cold sleep burning hotly, revelling in life. An autumn-heart bears endless courage, and throws itself wholeheartedly into the endeavours that consume it. The autumn-hearted have a deep and limitless ability to both love and to hate; theirs are the emotions that shine fiercest, and like all Sawsbucks once the rut is upon us, those emotions sometimes boil over too hotly to contain. The autumn-hearted are the doers, the believers, and the ones who inspire the rest of us to action.

I don't think I met very many who struck me as autumn-hearted the last time I was here, but maybe now that your patron season is in swing, I'll be able to pick you out. Autumn-hearts are very common back home! I suppose the urge to evolve and the instinct to strengthen yourself for the coming winter must be very close things, right?

In-Character 3rd person sample:

"who left this cake out in the rain" kieran said, not knowing what a cake even is

It would be an understatement to say that Kieran had been looking forward to taking classes again. There was something so exciting about the novelty of it: gathering with fellow seekers of knowledge, ready to dive into a new and thrilling realm that he'd previously known nothing at all about. Change was a thing his kind embraced, and this was definitely a big change.

There was, however, maybe just a bit of a learning curve. Eager as he was, Kieran had to admit he was confused. Extremely confused. The class had begun with the teacher announcing something called a pop quiz, and dropping a sheet of paper onto each desk. The paper had a bunch of little black marks on it, arranged in lines, and the rest of the class all around him seemed to be extremely interested in them. A few had already started adding to the sheet, apparently, making marks of their own that he couldn't quite make out from where he was sitting. He'd tried to lean over for a closer look at his neighbour's, but the glare said neighbour sent him quickly informed him that this was not a cool thing to do.

Well, okay, no big roadblock. Clearly he had to decorate his paper in some way as well, though he didn't see what this had to do with popping in the least. Gripping his pencil in his fist, Kieran bent over his paper studiously, making a whole bunch of random lines and squiggles, like a good student should. He'd only been in class for maybe three minutes, and already he was adapting to school life! This wasn't so hard after all.