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I've finally decided on my second character for ;v;
And Rye was accepted ;v;

Deep in a haze ahead lies a yard full of stones. A haunting place with lanterns lighting the entrance night and day. A figure can be seen playing through the mist, hoping on this foot or that, whistling a tune of dire tones, or skipping from here to there.
One foot, then the next, leads you into the obscure cemetery, under the sign that reads, Good Mourning. And it won't be long, oh no, not long at all before the being comes to greet you.
In a muffled voice to high to be a man's and too low to be a woman's, the masked undertaker will greet, "Welcome, my dear, to Good Mourning. I do hope you haven't had an upsetting evening."

Name: Rye Hudson
Age: 29
Gender: Unknown To be revealed through RP interactions.
Pokemon: Murkrow
Height: 5'2"
Bodystyle: Wiry/ Athletic
Birthday: October 14th

Home Island: Rapture Retreat
Job: Business Man - Undertaker, Grounds Keep. FarmerOnce I get the cash
Shop Name: Good Mourning cemetery
Shop Hours: 8 am - 8 pm, Closed on Holidays
Stock Type:
• Caskets Simple wood, no designs till upgraded
• Tombstones Simple stone, no designs till upgraded
• Funeral Services
Hopefully on only ranch animals or pets

Farm:
Farm Name: Blood Moon Farm
Stock Type:
• Potato Spring
• Pumpkin, Corn Summer
• Yam Autumn

Pet: Mumba
Pet Race: Meowth
Gender: Female
Nature: Mild
Ability: Pick Up
Move Set:
• Assurance
• Fake Out
• Scratch
• Pay Day

Personality: Odd, giddy, and curious.
Rye is the sort who ignores personal space and boundaries to get in on a secret. Gossip and information amuse Rye, tickle the Murkrow's interest to a point where Rye can be driven crazy if nothing is told. However, Rye also has a fascination with horror films, thus scary situations really get its blood pumping!
When it comes to clients Rye is respectful. Never will a question be asked about the deceased unless the information is necessary.
Not the most intelligent, Rye was never book smart, but more sly and clever. As well as blunt and morbid.
Rye, despite appearing happy, curious, and social, has underlying anxiety, terror, and hopelessness. Rye fears that its identity will be revealed one day and the Murkrow will be shipped off to some prison. This can lead to an incomplete trust in Rye's friends.

History:
Rye began childhood the normal way. Two parents, one male, one female, who fell in love. Rye's mother was a licensed embalmer, preparing the dead for their rest, while Rye's father was a funeral director. So, by the power of love and the deceased, these two living beings, the bride Hoothoot and groom Honchkrow, were wed.

Growing up with such parents, Rye grew used to the dead being normal. Take-your-child-to-work day was always a fascinating lesson on how to pass a soul onto a new life, while casual dinner conversation almost always ended up including a death.
As Rye grew, so did its motor skills, hands becoming clever with the artisan's tools. Soon Rye was carving, sculpting, and drawing with glee, although, not always wonderful at first.
This passion for the arts continued throughout high school. Rye had the usual teenage years, despite being a bit of a morbid oddball. The Murkrow's friends, which were not many, always met on Saturdays for a good game of Dungeons and Dragonites before a bout of frightful movies.
But there comes a time when every bird is shoved from their nest. At 19, Rye moved out, went into the world to start a carving and sculpting business. This Murkrow moved to the city, set up a small shop, found a comfy apartment, and lived a good three years getting the business running with savings and some help from the parents. Before Rye knew it, people were coming in and commissioning for woodwork or statues of this or that and Rye found itself pleasantly busy.

Then, at the age of 23, things began to go awry. Now, Rye had always had a fascination with shiny objects, but soon it had begun to grow into an obsession. Everyday Rye would pass by a local jewelers on the way to work, and everyday Rye would lock eyes with those gorgeous gems reflecting with the sun's rays. The Murkrow was able to resist the lovely stones for one more year. One last year till Rye was 24. The Murkrow pushed into the store, eyeing all the jewelry that gleamed in the light and met the owner for the first time. It was a Donphan woman, perhaps a year older than Rye, and they became fast friends.
As days went on they would visit each others' homes, sipping drinks, watching movies, and enjoying a grand friendship.

When Rye was 25, on the verge of 26, with Donphan the best friend anyone could ask for, the Murkrow went into the shop as usual, those radiant stones smiling up into Rye's red gaze. When the Donphan had her back turned a few of those jewels went missing. And every week on, another gem went missing from the woman's shop. Rye had stolen from the woman, from its best friend, over and over for the next few months. The Murkrow's fingers were fast and dexterous from years of work, the thieving was easy as the Donphan was too trusting of this clever bird.

However, the gems stopped disappearing one day, as Rye had been caught in the act. The Donphan had finally installed camera to watch over her precious jewelry, and the next day Rye came to visit, the police met the Murkrow, the Donphan woman nowhere to be seen.
Rye fled on black wings, stopping by its apartment long enough to notice that there was no salvation there either, the law had the home surrounded. This obsession, this stealing, had caused Rye to lose all the Murkrow loved and had worked its whole life to achieve.

Rye escaped the city, evaded the police, and lived homeless till its 27th birthday came around. There had to be some safe place, Rye thought on night below the moon and stars; some place where a fugitive of the law could hide. And Raccolto was just the spot. It was a small place, simple islands full of simple folk who would have no news of the mainland. This had to be sanctuary, this had to be the haven. Rye stole aboard a ship to these islands, bought a plot of land, that held an old unmanned cemetery, with a few priceless stones the murkrow had saved, and vowed to avoid all things sparkling since, not that the vow could be taken seriously.
As soon as Rye arrived, the bird saw a stray Meowth, or was it even a stray, not that it mattered to this Murkrow. Once the shiny coin on the female's head was seen, Rye swooped her up and stole her away.

Talents: Whistling, cleaning, whittling, sculpting, dancing.
Funfacts:
• Rye is not Rye's true name, but rather one that was made up to hide and live in peace.
• Insomnia has Rye in its grasp. Due to lack of sleep, the Murkrow has become unpredictable in its movements, and paranoid of simple kindnesses.
• Rye often surrounds Good Mourning in a haze to keep cool.
• Rye's future farm name, Blood Moon, is the first moon after Harvest Moon.
• For whatever reason, Rye always wears a lot of clothing, despite getting hot often.
• Rye had a love of history in school, the mask is said to be used by Murkrow doctors during times of plague. It makes a handy disguise.
• If anything about Rye's past is guessed correctly, Rye will stumble its words, remain utterly silent, or flee the immediate vicinity.
• The hat Rye wears is used to keep the sun off their head.
• Good weather, in this murkrow's opinion, is a cloudy day.
• It is not uncommon to see Rye performing weird actions.
• Rye never sleeps but for one day a week. When this day comes, usually Rye gets about 12 hours of sleep.
• On the day that Rye sleeps it is at its most exposed. There is no mask, nor extra clothing.
• Rye has had formal dance lessons for a number of years before leaving its parents.
• Mumba is a dear ally of Rye, she rids the cemetery of scum, as well as curls up with Rye most nights.
• Rye lacks the ability to swim, thus prefers to stay five feet away from any water source.

Heart Gaining or Depleting:
♥♥ Best Gifts: Gems, jewelry, metals, Shiny objects, Shiny Goods, Oranges. Gains Hearts
Quote: "Ohhoho, is this for me? Are you sure it wasn't meant for an angel?!"

♥ Good Gifts: Perfect, or decent goods, Anything that can become shiny, ores, water, tea. Maybe Hearts
Quote: "Well what a lovely thing, a lovely thing indeed, thank you very much."

✖ Bad Gifts: Junk Ores, Junk, shells, Sweets, Failed Recipies(If you didn't try at all to make the food). Lose Hearts
Quote: "Perhaps you mistook me for the dead, for only they would accept something like this..."

Ability:
Insomnia

Move set:
• Peck - Be it a kiss, or a nasty gash, it is sure to be a surprise!
• Haze - Cool and refreshing on a hot day, or a get away.
• Assurance - Everything will be alright, they're just dead.
• Fly - Nothing like a fantastic view.

Rye's Theme Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwXh8h…

Art, Rye (c) Me
Pokemon (c) GameFreak
Appication Template (c)

Description
I've finally decided on my second character for ;v;
And Rye was accepted ;v;

Deep in a haze ahead lies a yard full of stones. A haunting place with lanterns lighting the entrance night and day. A figure can be seen playing through the mist, hoping on this foot or that, whistling a tune of dire tones, or skipping from here to there.
One foot, then the next, leads you into the obscure cemetery, under the sign that reads, Good Mourning. And it won't be long, oh no, not long at all before the being comes to greet you.
In a muffled voice to high to be a man's and too low to be a woman's, the masked undertaker will greet, "Welcome, my dear, to Good Mourning. I do hope you haven't had an upsetting evening."

Name: Rye Hudson
Age: 29
Gender: Unknown To be revealed through RP interactions.
Pokemon: Murkrow
Height: 5'2"
Bodystyle: Wiry/ Athletic
Birthday: October 14th

Home Island: Rapture Retreat
Job: Business Man - Undertaker, Grounds Keep. FarmerOnce I get the cash
Shop Name: Good Mourning cemetery
Shop Hours: 8 am - 8 pm, Closed on Holidays
Stock Type:
• Caskets Simple wood, no designs till upgraded
• Tombstones Simple stone, no designs till upgraded
• Funeral Services
Hopefully on only ranch animals or pets

Farm:
Farm Name: Blood Moon Farm
Stock Type:
• Potato Spring
• Pumpkin, Corn Summer
• Yam Autumn

Pet: Mumba
Pet Race: Meowth
Gender: Female
Nature: Mild
Ability: Pick Up
Move Set:
• Assurance
• Fake Out
• Scratch
• Pay Day

Personality: Odd, giddy, and curious.
Rye is the sort who ignores personal space and boundaries to get in on a secret. Gossip and information amuse Rye, tickle the Murkrow's interest to a point where Rye can be driven crazy if nothing is told. However, Rye also has a fascination with horror films, thus scary situations really get its blood pumping!
When it comes to clients Rye is respectful. Never will a question be asked about the deceased unless the information is necessary.
Not the most intelligent, Rye was never book smart, but more sly and clever. As well as blunt and morbid.
Rye, despite appearing happy, curious, and social, has underlying anxiety, terror, and hopelessness. Rye fears that its identity will be revealed one day and the Murkrow will be shipped off to some prison. This can lead to an incomplete trust in Rye's friends.

History:
Rye began childhood the normal way. Two parents, one male, one female, who fell in love. Rye's mother was a licensed embalmer, preparing the dead for their rest, while Rye's father was a funeral director. So, by the power of love and the deceased, these two living beings, the bride Hoothoot and groom Honchkrow, were wed.

Growing up with such parents, Rye grew used to the dead being normal. Take-your-child-to-work day was always a fascinating lesson on how to pass a soul onto a new life, while casual dinner conversation almost always ended up including a death.
As Rye grew, so did its motor skills, hands becoming clever with the artisan's tools. Soon Rye was carving, sculpting, and drawing with glee, although, not always wonderful at first.
This passion for the arts continued throughout high school. Rye had the usual teenage years, despite being a bit of a morbid oddball. The Murkrow's friends, which were not many, always met on Saturdays for a good game of Dungeons and Dragonites before a bout of frightful movies.
But there comes a time when every bird is shoved from their nest. At 19, Rye moved out, went into the world to start a carving and sculpting business. This Murkrow moved to the city, set up a small shop, found a comfy apartment, and lived a good three years getting the business running with savings and some help from the parents. Before Rye knew it, people were coming in and commissioning for woodwork or statues of this or that and Rye found itself pleasantly busy.

Then, at the age of 23, things began to go awry. Now, Rye had always had a fascination with shiny objects, but soon it had begun to grow into an obsession. Everyday Rye would pass by a local jewelers on the way to work, and everyday Rye would lock eyes with those gorgeous gems reflecting with the sun's rays. The Murkrow was able to resist the lovely stones for one more year. One last year till Rye was 24. The Murkrow pushed into the store, eyeing all the jewelry that gleamed in the light and met the owner for the first time. It was a Donphan woman, perhaps a year older than Rye, and they became fast friends.
As days went on they would visit each others' homes, sipping drinks, watching movies, and enjoying a grand friendship.

When Rye was 25, on the verge of 26, with Donphan the best friend anyone could ask for, the Murkrow went into the shop as usual, those radiant stones smiling up into Rye's red gaze. When the Donphan had her back turned a few of those jewels went missing. And every week on, another gem went missing from the woman's shop. Rye had stolen from the woman, from its best friend, over and over for the next few months. The Murkrow's fingers were fast and dexterous from years of work, the thieving was easy as the Donphan was too trusting of this clever bird.

However, the gems stopped disappearing one day, as Rye had been caught in the act. The Donphan had finally installed camera to watch over her precious jewelry, and the next day Rye came to visit, the police met the Murkrow, the Donphan woman nowhere to be seen.
Rye fled on black wings, stopping by its apartment long enough to notice that there was no salvation there either, the law had the home surrounded. This obsession, this stealing, had caused Rye to lose all the Murkrow loved and had worked its whole life to achieve.

Rye escaped the city, evaded the police, and lived homeless till its 27th birthday came around. There had to be some safe place, Rye thought on night below the moon and stars; some place where a fugitive of the law could hide. And Raccolto was just the spot. It was a small place, simple islands full of simple folk who would have no news of the mainland. This had to be sanctuary, this had to be the haven. Rye stole aboard a ship to these islands, bought a plot of land, that held an old unmanned cemetery, with a few priceless stones the murkrow had saved, and vowed to avoid all things sparkling since, not that the vow could be taken seriously.
As soon as Rye arrived, the bird saw a stray Meowth, or was it even a stray, not that it mattered to this Murkrow. Once the shiny coin on the female's head was seen, Rye swooped her up and stole her away.

Talents: Whistling, cleaning, whittling, sculpting, dancing.
Funfacts:
• Rye is not Rye's true name, but rather one that was made up to hide and live in peace.
• Insomnia has Rye in its grasp. Due to lack of sleep, the Murkrow has become unpredictable in its movements, and paranoid of simple kindnesses.
• Rye often surrounds Good Mourning in a haze to keep cool.
• Rye's future farm name, Blood Moon, is the first moon after Harvest Moon.
• For whatever reason, Rye always wears a lot of clothing, despite getting hot often.
• Rye had a love of history in school, the mask is said to be used by Murkrow doctors during times of plague. It makes a handy disguise.
• If anything about Rye's past is guessed correctly, Rye will stumble its words, remain utterly silent, or flee the immediate vicinity.
• The hat Rye wears is used to keep the sun off their head.
• Good weather, in this murkrow's opinion, is a cloudy day.
• It is not uncommon to see Rye performing weird actions.
• Rye never sleeps but for one day a week. When this day comes, usually Rye gets about 12 hours of sleep.
• On the day that Rye sleeps it is at its most exposed. There is no mask, nor extra clothing.
• Rye has had formal dance lessons for a number of years before leaving its parents.
• Mumba is a dear ally of Rye, she rids the cemetery of scum, as well as curls up with Rye most nights.
• Rye lacks the ability to swim, thus prefers to stay five feet away from any water source.

Heart Gaining or Depleting:
♥♥ Best Gifts: Gems, jewelry, metals, Shiny objects, Shiny Goods, Oranges. Gains Hearts
Quote: "Ohhoho, is this for me? Are you sure it wasn't meant for an angel?!"

♥ Good Gifts: Perfect, or decent goods, Anything that can become shiny, ores, water, tea. Maybe Hearts
Quote: "Well what a lovely thing, a lovely thing indeed, thank you very much."

✖ Bad Gifts: Junk Ores, Junk, shells, Sweets, Failed Recipies(If you didn't try at all to make the food). Lose Hearts
Quote: "Perhaps you mistook me for the dead, for only they would accept something like this..."

Ability:
Insomnia

Move set:
• Peck - Be it a kiss, or a nasty gash, it is sure to be a surprise!
• Haze - Cool and refreshing on a hot day, or a get away.
• Assurance - Everything will be alright, they're just dead.
• Fly - Nothing like a fantastic view.

Rye's Theme Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwXh8h…

Art, Rye (c) Me
Pokemon (c) GameFreak
Appication Template (c)