@FTDFam, @Soleil and I made a FTD discord server for everyone who has Discord and would like to chat about FTD / with the FTD Fam on it! 
We hope you enjoy!
Smh didn’t even put the link…
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joining now 
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Omg YASSSS!
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Yes!! I had finally finished him! My Pixie Hollow trio is complete!
Yeah, I keep trying to experiment with things I haven’t done before with characters, and as I was struggling to think of his sexuality, I came across the idea of him being abrosexual and thought it was perfect! The poor thing is so confused by it though.
Sonnet hates that she’s the older sibling, and Clarence hates that he’s younger.
Well, hopefully you won’t be the only one to feel that way.
The resemblance is just uncanny
Your characters are awesome too Riv!
I’m most of the way done with one of my other new characters, and making progress on the other, but I’m also working on updating some of the characters I’ve already made And developing their info more.
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Character Updates:
Character Name :
Eira
Daughter of :
Olaf
Age :
17
Gender :
Female
Sexuality :
Heterosexual
Personality :
Unlike her sister and father, she sees the negatives and dangers of the world. She lies somewhere between a realist, and a pessimist, she is quick to point out the flaws and dark points. She is also definitely. Not. A. Hugger. The one exception being for the people who she cares most deeply about, which consists of her father and sister. Someone would have to become extremely important to her for her to willingly initiate a hug. She would die for someone she truly cares about if it came down to it, even following her father’s saying of “some people are worth melting for”, she just doesn’t like to admit it. She knows that some people, whether there’s any good in them or not, are too far beyond redemption. Eira would do anything to keep her sister safe, and won’t tolerate someone hurting her in any way.
Bio :
Nobody would have imagined that Eira would grow up the way she did. She was born to a normal human couple that she doesn’t even remember. All she’s ever known was a life in the snow, cared for by a goofy, sweet snowman named Olaf who took her in as a small child. Having a snowman for a father is how she has lived from before she even reached her second birthday. An incident that Eira can’t even remember left her all alone never to see her biological parents again. All she had was a blanket wrapped around her, barely enough to keep her from freezing to death before she was found by Olaf. He took her in, raising her as his own daughter, other people had offered to take her in, but the young girl had quickly bonded with her savior and Olaf had bonded with her. Being a human and raised by a snowman had it’s ups and downs, but Eira was happy. For some time, it was just Eira and Olaf, but as Eira grew older Olaf realized she needed someone like her that she could be close to. More family, a sister. With help, that is how Iclyn came to be. A humanoid girl made of ice and snow. Eira knew she was different from her father and sister as she grew up, and knew how Olaf found her, she wouldn’t ever deny that, but they will always be her family. It may not be by flesh and blood, but they are her family. Eira was unsure about the school when she received her letter. Despite her hesitation, she willingly made the decision to go, even if mainly to look out for her fragile little sister.
Faceclaim :
Same FC still
Best Subject :
Literature
Character Name :
Iclyn
Daughter of :
Olaf
Age :
14
Gender :
Female
Sexuality :
Unsure
Personality :
Iclyn is truly an innocent. She doesn’t understand much of the way things are, and only looking at the good. Iclyn definitely takes after her father, sharing his outlook on the world. Bright, happy, optimistic, and always helping others. She absolutely loves helping people and giving them nice warm hugs. She is probably the most cheerful person you could ever meet, and she will do everything to make someone else’s day just a little brighter. With her innocence she can be very naive. She always sees the best in people, believing that everybody has at least some good in their heart, but some just hide it better than others. She almost always has a smile, but even the brightest of smiles can be turned to a frown when someone hurts her feelings.
Bio :
Iclyn, like her father, is not human and instead made of primarily snow and ice. She was made to be a sister for a young Eira. Together the girls played and had fun together and with their father, however Iclyn always had to be careful. Eira was flesh and bone, and Olaf was a snowman, but in order to look like a human her body is mostly ice only changing each year when more ice is added for her to visibly grow and age. Her ice could break, which was always a worry for Eira as they got older. The chance of breaking, combined with her lack of gracefulness, made things difficult, but she was happy with everything she had. She was happy, but that didn’t change her curiosity. Her desire to make friends and see something new only grew when she saw the letter from the school. She was ecstatic to have the opportunity to meet new people and especially to make new friends with her sister right by her side.
Faceclaim :
Same FC still
Best Subject :
Art
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Also sorry that I still haven’t finished a char
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His face here is so scary 
He looks like he’s ready to kill someone at a moment’s notice 
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Omg he would for Aidene he lowkey does though whoops!
OMGNSKSJSKSKSKS those were basically my reactions as I wrote
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Ugh I stan the Pixie Hollow Trio too much!!! 
And that’s so great, it’s a great way to learn more and become a more talented role player!
Yessssss it’s so interesting and I’m glad you’re representing abrosexuality!!! I feel bad he’s confused though, I love himmmmm 
Omg can they just switch or something 
thats so saddddddd omg
I WILL NOT BE EVERYONE LOVES HIM
Ikkkkk its so cool I love it
Omgggggg thank you so much!!!
I’m so excited for that new bean 
And I’m so excited, I really need to do the same thing, I’m just so lazy…
THEY WILL BE AMAZING
YASSSSSS I LOVE HERRRR
aww I wish she was happier but I love her ofc
Lol I’m also not a hugger twinssss
I actually love her POV though
Awwwww I love Olaf
OMG HAHAJSJSKSK I LOVE ICLYNS CREATION
HDHSJSJJS
OMg she’s so young 
I love how her and Eira are opposites!
And I really hope she never breaks DHDSKSIKS I WOULD DIE INSIDE
Awwwww I hope she makes 28393939 friends
I feel like Elana would hate them both 
I LOVE THE REVAMPS YOURE A TALENT
Don’t apologize, it’s totally okay!!
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River, the link is invalid 
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Omg, I’m so sorry! Let me post a new one …
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I’ll change the invite so it never expires
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Omg is that a thing 
Thank you so much queen!!!
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I added the link to the sign up first post and RP first post!
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Actually wait nvm I just created a new link (since apparently ya can’t edit any current invites 
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Omg that’s okay! can I have the link?
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Yes! Here:
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Thank you so much!!!
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Yep! I’m trying my best to represent more types of characters and be more comfortable with all of them.
Yeah, the poor guy. It’s the one thing where he just doesn’t know what he wants.
They wish.
He just wants to be seen as a good choice for being king.
It really is awesome!
Same here! Unless it’s my parents, hugging is not necessary.
Yeah, she’s pretty young compared to most of the other characters.
Of course! They have their similarities, but they are definitely opposites. Iclyn is a lot like Olaf, so Eira had to be a balance for their optimism.
I hope she doesn’t, at least nothing more than a few small cracks.
If anybody can become friends with the majority of the school, it’d be Iclyn.
I really kept both characters the same as they were already, just making their info more detailed. I believe the only thing I actually changed was Iclyn’s sexuality from heterosexual to being unsure.
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Hiii!! This is me officially signing up for FTD 
Character Name: Tinsley Corvus
Son/Daughter/Child of: Diaval
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual (Questioning)
Personality:
When faced with choosing between the head and the heart, Tinsley will almost always make a decision with her mind and brain rather than her heart and soul. She doesn’t trust easily and as a result, may come off as cold and distant. Due to her fiercely independent spirit, Tinsley prefers isolation and avoids large crowds. She isn’t exactly shy, but she won’t deliberately start a conversation unless approached. The very few who do manage to gain her trust, however, would come to learn that her loyalty and reliability is unmatched. You’ll usually find Tinsley in her dorm or in a quiet spot in the courtyard reading spell books and studying magic. It’s also probably important to note that Tinsley has little to no opinion on romance and won’t actively seek a partner (whatever happens, happens). She’s never been in a relationship, but she has and will experience attraction.
Bio:
Tinsley is the daughter of Diaval and an unnamed Pixie from Moors. She was raised solely by her mother and her father was never informed of her existence. Particularly skilled in hunting, Tinsley was envied for her speed and agility among the other young pixies. “Half-breed” was what they most commonly yelled at her. That never bothered her, but what she really despised was when the pixies would flaunt their magical abilities across the kingdom and how she knew her magic would never be as strong as theirs; this would later spark her ambition to practice her charms and spells daily in order to match the skills of her peers. She would often lash out and mope about how the world wasn’t fair when she was younger, but Tinsley learned to control and hide her emotions as she grew older.
Being only part-pixie, Tinsley’s wings were significantly shorter and darker. The creatures of Moors would often stop and stare either in awe or disappointment during her morning strolls. She pretended like she didn’t notice, and often smiled at some of her admirers to amuse herself. To most of Moors, Tinsley was the naive and innocent girl born from an unfortunate one-night-stand, which was largely how she wanted to appear. She loved how the only Tinsely they knew was the image she created for them. She never cared about making friends and nor did any of the pixies her age want to be her friend. Tinsley felt that the only being who truly understood her was her mother, and that was all she really needed.
Faceclaim:
^The above artwork is not my own. You can find the credited artist here:
http://www.wallcoo.net/cartoon/digital_CG_artwork_wallpaper_06_1920x1200/html/wallpaper2.html
Best Subject: Hunting/Physical Education
Writing Sample:
Please keep in mind that this has been heavily edited several times, so my actual RP posts will probably sound more choppy and a little less detail-oriented
I yawned, trudging off my 11-hour flight. The immense heat and humidity immediately struck me as I strode out the plane - almost as if I had stepped into an erupting volcano. My face twisted into a frown as the stench of the musty cigarette smoke traveled to my nostrils. My eyes scanned the sky, viewing nothing but a thick layer of smog. The deleterious air slid into my lungs, while my body cringed and attempted to repel it. I shook my head and sighed as I glanced at my sister whose eyebrows furrowed with concern. “Let’s go inside,” she mumbled.
We paced through the sliding glass door with half-peeled letters that read “Welcome to *!” We breathed in the poor air conditioning, sniffing the damp odor that blew in our faces, as we waited in the line for customs. The distant chattering echoed in my ears as my eyelids drooped, wishing I had slept more during my flight. I fiddled with the soft edges of my passport as we waited in line. The grooves on the frayed leather corners massaged my fingertips and eased my mind. After a few minutes, we finally strolled to the counter. A lady who wore thin-framed glasses and a navy uniform checked our passports.
I plopped my suitcase and backpack onto the security machine, hoping I eliminated any content containing liquids. I winced at the sudden sound of a yelling voice.
“Do you have a computer in your backpack?! If you do, you must take it out!” a security guard barked at me.
“Um, no I don’t…” I muttered, narrowing my eyes before rolling them shortly after.
Dragging my luggage across the cold and dented floor, I spotted my cousin who volunteered to drive us to our grandmother’s apartment. Her face lit up the parking lot and her smile from cheek to cheek revealed her perfectly straight teeth. Such a welcoming face for a not-so-welcoming city. The constant racket of screeching cars and roaring horns assaulted us as we walked towards the vehicle.
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