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She's been finished for a long time, but I didn't really feel like typing out everything for her. So this is really late, but I guess now is as good a time as any. Be warned, this will be long, and a bunch of it I'm sure is just me bawwing over crap, so if you don't wanna hear it, don't read it. The bold is the trait, the underline is the key reason why it's there.

Nightingale is my Sicksona.

- Her name is based on this song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMBe8-… due to the chorus. "A nightingale in a golden cage. That's me locked inside reality's maze." Fact of the matter is, I don't like the way things are, in the world or in my life in general. I hate reality, it's boring, plain and ugly, filled with rotten people doing terrible things to other rotten people and the few good people that are still left. And I hate it. I want things to be like a book or a movie, packed with amazing creatures and adventure, where the villain always loses and good people don't have to suffer.

- She is a deer. I was born in Tacoma, Washington and raised in Port Orchard. I moved to Texas when I was seven. One thing that has always reminded me of Washington are deer, they're all over the forests there and it's beautiful. They're pretty prominent here too, but not in the same way. They're hunted, they're pests and they're food. Up north, it just doesn't feel the same. You see a deer walk on your lawn here? Bubba wants to get the shotgun. Up there? We sat at the windows to watch them. They're beautiful creatures, and I wish I could be too. She symbolises both my home, and the beauty I wish I could see in myself.

- Her mane is silver. I have gray hair that only gets more gray every day. I started graying at 13 and I guess around 24-25, I'll be more gray-headed than brunette. It's not something that bothers me, it's a natural trait I inherited from my father, I think it' neat, actually. How many others will be able to crack wise at a young age about being the daughter of Sephiroth? What I hate is how people around me deal with it. Friends who stop to "count my gray hairs," unwitting people who see and and immediately say "Is that GRAY HAIR? Holy crap, how OLD are you? I'm SO SORRY." Or make jokes about me being an old lady.

- It's hard to see, cause her mane is covering them, but she has dark bags under her eyes. I don't get to sleep a whole lot, mosly I get about 2-4 hours of sleep on nights I have class. I usually lay down around 4-6 AM CST. I get to catch up on that on weekends on occasion, but in those instances, I usually catch hell for sleeping til 4 in the afternoon. And when I get a normal amount of sleep, I'm even more tired and feel sick. I've been on an assortment of natural sleep aids, none of which work. And I can't take anything chemical, cause my grandmother panicks that I'll end up addicted.

- Her mouth is bandaged shut. My mouth gets me in a lot of trouble. I'm blunt, straightforward and honest, I do not sugarcoat anything and I will not suck up to anyone. For that, a bunch of people hate me, and my friends don't like that trait a whole lot either. I'm not going to butter anyone up, I don't see the point, and people see it as rude, mean and hateful while I usually end up confused as to why they're pissed off because all I did was call it as I see it. - This also represents the fact that I feel like what I have to say doesn't matter most of the time. Not very many people legitimately hear me out and pay attention to what I'm saying and instead draw their own conclusions, twist my words and make valiant attempts to make it about something else entirely.

- Her neck is bandaged and bloody, and I hope that's not a legit trigger for anyone. Personally, I don't think it's a big deal since it's purely symbolic. The blood is because her vocal cords are damaged. I speak very quietly in person, people usually have to lean in to hear me and frequently ask me to repeat what I said and it annoys the hell out of me to no end. Then, once I'm sick of repeating what I said in what is my normal tone of voice, I'll raise it so they can hear me and I'm scolded for yelling. There's no middle ground, apparently.

- She has large nails and pins in the back of her neck. I have neck and back pains alot from how I sit 90% of the time, especially when I'm drawing. A common joke in high school art class was that I "sniff naked men" due to the fact I lean down so close to what I'm doing, my nose is only an inch from the page. (I happened to be drawing a guy, he was shirtless and you couldn't see anything but his torso, so naturally, all the girls made jokes about him being naked.)

- The symbol of her shoulder was going to be the revamped Uprising symbol. For anyone who remembers, April and I had a joint adopt account called Uprising-Adopts. It spawned from an old faction we had on a PWI private server. We (Sonic, April, Amhu, Leo and I) wanted a faction that we could have just for us, so we could talk without bothering with other people. Sonic has a running name theme for his characters, they're all named for Muse songs. We asked him what to name it, and he suggested Uprising. And that's where it started. It followed us onto other private servers, and eventually onto the real server. And off of it. It's just.. Who we were at that point. So, we made Uprising-Adopts, and the symbol was her star and my moon. Leo rejoined us, so I decided it was time for an update, and this was what I came up with. The winged (Sonic) sun (Leo), the star (April) and moon (me). I never could find a good way to incorporate Amhu, but he hadn't been as close to the group for a long time. Now? The symbol is just a scar. A memory of what once was. But it's still a huge part of who I am.

- Her wings are torn. She pulls them apart herself. I'm genuinely afraid of the future, of success and who I may or may not become. I'm afraid to live my life. So, as such, she'll never fly, she's too afraid to get her feet off the ground.

- Her front hooves are cuffed with large shackles. I feel trapped in my life, I live at home with my grandparents, under their rules, unable to go out and do much of anything (though I have no one to do it with anymore). I have to live here, my college tuition is paid by the company my grandfather works for because he works for the college I go to. The catch? I have to live with them, or they won't pay it, and frankly, $1000+ per semester kinda blows, not even counting the books, which we can borrow, thanks to my grandpa working there, but if it's not in the bookstore used to be borrowed, we have to buy a new copy, which generally runs $100+. Because I live with them, I'm treated like a child and overprotected.

- She's incredibly thin. BUT, she's not anorexic, don't confuse it. I'm really small, I usually hover at around 95-100lbs. I have a very fast metabolism, and it's actually kinda unhealthy. I could sit around eating nothing but McDonalds and never gain a pound. People constantly tell me how they wish they were as thin as me, that it must be wonderful. And I want to punch them all in the face, cause it's not and no they don't. It's a nightmare, I'm unhealthy and it blows so hard.

- She's pretty bruised all over. I'm clumsy. Just point blank, that's how it is. I can't count how many times I've nearly broken something cause I tripped, or I clipped the corner of a counter just right. I almost broke my kneecap in high school cause I jumped up on my bed (which sat on top of a dresser, the bed was about as high as my ribs) and I didn't jump high enough and caught the edge of the wood. I couldn't walk the next day.

- Her legs are.. Robotic? It's not very robot-like, but they're metal and jointed. I have issues with my legs, it's mostly a mental thing, but I just can't handle people being able to see them. They're usually bruised and they're pretty scarred, but past that nothing is really wrong with them other than my bad knees, but I just hate showing bare skin on my legs. I ALWAYS wear knee high socks, and I don't wear shorts anywhere but at home in my room, or when I'm at Sonic's, I wear them in his room. They're only to sleep in. And the socks stay on at all times unless I'm showering. Literally at all times.

- I colored her with a color palette named Lividity. I love purple, it's my favorite color, and I'm a horror freak, so death and decay is right up my alley. Lividity is the pooling of the blood in the lowermost parts of the body after death. On stop of that, I feel like everything around me has just.. Stopped and never changes. Everything pooled and nothing is flowing. So it's a mixture of my darker interests and my existence being stagnant. If you look, you'll see that her dark stripes are under the light color on her back. My harsher nature hides behind a nicer one. The light is soft, and fades down, representing my nicer side. The stripes are hard lined and sharp because I have a vicious temper and once I'm mad, I have no limit and stay mad for a long time.

Sorry for all that eye rot, I know it's a lot and I don't expect anyone to really read all of it. I almost hope no one does, but eh. I'm not in as dark of a place right now as I was making her, so don't take me posting this as a bad sign or anything. All is well for the time being. <3

I'm actually thinking about making her my primary ponysona for now, since my Star Catcher sona is out of commission until further notice, depending on.. Stuff. And I stopped using Midnight Sketch ages ago, so Nightingale is really the only thing I have ponywise to represent me right now.

Sicksonas by MonsterBunnies
Nightingale is mine

Description
She's been finished for a long time, but I didn't really feel like typing out everything for her. So this is really late, but I guess now is as good a time as any. Be warned, this will be long, and a bunch of it I'm sure is just me bawwing over crap, so if you don't wanna hear it, don't read it. The bold is the trait, the underline is the key reason why it's there.

Nightingale is my Sicksona.

- Her name is based on this song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMBe8-… due to the chorus. "A nightingale in a golden cage. That's me locked inside reality's maze." Fact of the matter is, I don't like the way things are, in the world or in my life in general. I hate reality, it's boring, plain and ugly, filled with rotten people doing terrible things to other rotten people and the few good people that are still left. And I hate it. I want things to be like a book or a movie, packed with amazing creatures and adventure, where the villain always loses and good people don't have to suffer.

- She is a deer. I was born in Tacoma, Washington and raised in Port Orchard. I moved to Texas when I was seven. One thing that has always reminded me of Washington are deer, they're all over the forests there and it's beautiful. They're pretty prominent here too, but not in the same way. They're hunted, they're pests and they're food. Up north, it just doesn't feel the same. You see a deer walk on your lawn here? Bubba wants to get the shotgun. Up there? We sat at the windows to watch them. They're beautiful creatures, and I wish I could be too. She symbolises both my home, and the beauty I wish I could see in myself.

- Her mane is silver. I have gray hair that only gets more gray every day. I started graying at 13 and I guess around 24-25, I'll be more gray-headed than brunette. It's not something that bothers me, it's a natural trait I inherited from my father, I think it' neat, actually. How many others will be able to crack wise at a young age about being the daughter of Sephiroth? What I hate is how people around me deal with it. Friends who stop to "count my gray hairs," unwitting people who see and and immediately say "Is that GRAY HAIR? Holy crap, how OLD are you? I'm SO SORRY." Or make jokes about me being an old lady.

- It's hard to see, cause her mane is covering them, but she has dark bags under her eyes. I don't get to sleep a whole lot, mosly I get about 2-4 hours of sleep on nights I have class. I usually lay down around 4-6 AM CST. I get to catch up on that on weekends on occasion, but in those instances, I usually catch hell for sleeping til 4 in the afternoon. And when I get a normal amount of sleep, I'm even more tired and feel sick. I've been on an assortment of natural sleep aids, none of which work. And I can't take anything chemical, cause my grandmother panicks that I'll end up addicted.

- Her mouth is bandaged shut. My mouth gets me in a lot of trouble. I'm blunt, straightforward and honest, I do not sugarcoat anything and I will not suck up to anyone. For that, a bunch of people hate me, and my friends don't like that trait a whole lot either. I'm not going to butter anyone up, I don't see the point, and people see it as rude, mean and hateful while I usually end up confused as to why they're pissed off because all I did was call it as I see it. - This also represents the fact that I feel like what I have to say doesn't matter most of the time. Not very many people legitimately hear me out and pay attention to what I'm saying and instead draw their own conclusions, twist my words and make valiant attempts to make it about something else entirely.

- Her neck is bandaged and bloody, and I hope that's not a legit trigger for anyone. Personally, I don't think it's a big deal since it's purely symbolic. The blood is because her vocal cords are damaged. I speak very quietly in person, people usually have to lean in to hear me and frequently ask me to repeat what I said and it annoys the hell out of me to no end. Then, once I'm sick of repeating what I said in what is my normal tone of voice, I'll raise it so they can hear me and I'm scolded for yelling. There's no middle ground, apparently.

- She has large nails and pins in the back of her neck. I have neck and back pains alot from how I sit 90% of the time, especially when I'm drawing. A common joke in high school art class was that I "sniff naked men" due to the fact I lean down so close to what I'm doing, my nose is only an inch from the page. (I happened to be drawing a guy, he was shirtless and you couldn't see anything but his torso, so naturally, all the girls made jokes about him being naked.)

- The symbol of her shoulder was going to be the revamped Uprising symbol. For anyone who remembers, April and I had a joint adopt account called Uprising-Adopts. It spawned from an old faction we had on a PWI private server. We (Sonic, April, Amhu, Leo and I) wanted a faction that we could have just for us, so we could talk without bothering with other people. Sonic has a running name theme for his characters, they're all named for Muse songs. We asked him what to name it, and he suggested Uprising. And that's where it started. It followed us onto other private servers, and eventually onto the real server. And off of it. It's just.. Who we were at that point. So, we made Uprising-Adopts, and the symbol was her star and my moon. Leo rejoined us, so I decided it was time for an update, and this was what I came up with. The winged (Sonic) sun (Leo), the star (April) and moon (me). I never could find a good way to incorporate Amhu, but he hadn't been as close to the group for a long time. Now? The symbol is just a scar. A memory of what once was. But it's still a huge part of who I am.

- Her wings are torn. She pulls them apart herself. I'm genuinely afraid of the future, of success and who I may or may not become. I'm afraid to live my life. So, as such, she'll never fly, she's too afraid to get her feet off the ground.

- Her front hooves are cuffed with large shackles. I feel trapped in my life, I live at home with my grandparents, under their rules, unable to go out and do much of anything (though I have no one to do it with anymore). I have to live here, my college tuition is paid by the company my grandfather works for because he works for the college I go to. The catch? I have to live with them, or they won't pay it, and frankly, $1000+ per semester kinda blows, not even counting the books, which we can borrow, thanks to my grandpa working there, but if it's not in the bookstore used to be borrowed, we have to buy a new copy, which generally runs $100+. Because I live with them, I'm treated like a child and overprotected.

- She's incredibly thin. BUT, she's not anorexic, don't confuse it. I'm really small, I usually hover at around 95-100lbs. I have a very fast metabolism, and it's actually kinda unhealthy. I could sit around eating nothing but McDonalds and never gain a pound. People constantly tell me how they wish they were as thin as me, that it must be wonderful. And I want to punch them all in the face, cause it's not and no they don't. It's a nightmare, I'm unhealthy and it blows so hard.

- She's pretty bruised all over. I'm clumsy. Just point blank, that's how it is. I can't count how many times I've nearly broken something cause I tripped, or I clipped the corner of a counter just right. I almost broke my kneecap in high school cause I jumped up on my bed (which sat on top of a dresser, the bed was about as high as my ribs) and I didn't jump high enough and caught the edge of the wood. I couldn't walk the next day.

- Her legs are.. Robotic? It's not very robot-like, but they're metal and jointed. I have issues with my legs, it's mostly a mental thing, but I just can't handle people being able to see them. They're usually bruised and they're pretty scarred, but past that nothing is really wrong with them other than my bad knees, but I just hate showing bare skin on my legs. I ALWAYS wear knee high socks, and I don't wear shorts anywhere but at home in my room, or when I'm at Sonic's, I wear them in his room. They're only to sleep in. And the socks stay on at all times unless I'm showering. Literally at all times.

- I colored her with a color palette named Lividity. I love purple, it's my favorite color, and I'm a horror freak, so death and decay is right up my alley. Lividity is the pooling of the blood in the lowermost parts of the body after death. On stop of that, I feel like everything around me has just.. Stopped and never changes. Everything pooled and nothing is flowing. So it's a mixture of my darker interests and my existence being stagnant. If you look, you'll see that her dark stripes are under the light color on her back. My harsher nature hides behind a nicer one. The light is soft, and fades down, representing my nicer side. The stripes are hard lined and sharp because I have a vicious temper and once I'm mad, I have no limit and stay mad for a long time.

Sorry for all that eye rot, I know it's a lot and I don't expect anyone to really read all of it. I almost hope no one does, but eh. I'm not in as dark of a place right now as I was making her, so don't take me posting this as a bad sign or anything. All is well for the time being. <3

I'm actually thinking about making her my primary ponysona for now, since my Star Catcher sona is out of commission until further notice, depending on.. Stuff. And I stopped using Midnight Sketch ages ago, so Nightingale is really the only thing I have ponywise to represent me right now.

Sicksonas by MonsterBunnies
Nightingale is mine