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So I found out about long ago and have been working on an app for my own character, and this is the fruits of my labor. So enjoy!

EDIT: FINISHED THE FULL APP
7/2/15 edit: written and drawn app updated.

Name: Ramiro Vargas
Nicknames: Ram, Ramram, Rammy, Lamb
Age: 22 years
Species: Tayra
Birthday: March 1st
Height: 5’6”

Gender: Demiboy
Pronouns: He/Him/His* and they/them/theirs
Sexual Orientation: Polysexual
Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic

Personality:
+[Sensitive, Imaginative, Compassionate], [Quiet, Private], –[Asocial, Secretive, Weak-willed]
When you first meet Ramrio, he comes off as hostile, grumpy, and quiet. He isn’t one for speaking unless he’s spoken to, and even then he’ll speak softly and in short sentences. The man will also reveal very little about him if you ask, but he’ll also keep secrets for you if you ask Ramiro to. He’s quite weak-willed though and if you bully him hard enough he’ll give in. When someone finally cracks his hostile shell, they’ll find a kind yet socially awkward tayra who cares deeply for his friends and will do anything for them.

Likes and dislikes:
+Photography
+One player games
+Painting landscapes and flowers
+Classical music
+Coffee
+Honey
+Parkour

-Loud areas
-Crowds
-Being touched by strangers
-Metal music
-Being startled
-Modern art
-Babies

Hobbies: Painting, photography, parkour

Items:
• Glasses + Glasses case
• Digital camera

Hometown: Alexandria
Backstory:
March 1st to Carla and Gabriel Vargas under the name Carmen Vargas and designated as a female. His parents loved him from the moment he was born, but didn’t know their then daughter would grow up to be their beautiful son. As the years passed since his birth, Ramiro grew up under the name Carmen, never much caring about it even if it felt a little off to be called a girl and by a girl’s name. At this point in time he was quite happy and outgoing, even talking to strangers on the street before being rushed away by his mother. In his early childhood, the tayra was quite lucky that his parents had no care for “gender oriented” objects. Ram could play with whatever he wanted as long as it wasn’t dangerous.
The older Ramiro got though, the more it felt wrong being called a girl. It felt just weird and wrong. Whenever he was around his small group of friends in school and they called said she, her, hers, girl, any female pronoun it just hurt. Ramiro felt like a boy and, I some small part of his body, neither male nor female. One day when he was 13 and browsing the internet while his parent’s weren’t home to pass time, he came across articles about different sexualities and genders. Curiosity took him over and he looked at through the articles and definitions. By the end of the day he had discovered something that would change his life. Ramiro had discovered he was, in fact, a Demiboy. Most of him felt like a boy and a small percentage of him, he had come to discover, felt agender. Though the tayra was glad to have discovered himself, he was frightened. Genders outside of male and female were shunned and people who identified with them were bullied and hurt.
Fearing that he would be rejected by his parents, Ramiro kept this new secret to himself for months on end. If his parents had found out, what would they do? He was close to finishing middle school then and he’d seen older teenagers kicked out of the by their own families for being different. Ramiro didn’t want that. He wouldn’t be able to make it. During his time of hiding, the boy became more moody and sarcastic, bottling up his fears and feelings. Of course his parents noticed this change and became worried for their “daughter” and confronted him about it. Ramiro was scared but he couldn’t keep it in anymore and spilled out what he had discovered. Immediately afterwards the young teen regretted saying anything and waited for the inevitable.
Except…it never happened. Yes, his parents were shocked, but they weren’t appalled. They started to talk to Ramiro and helped him get everything off his chest. They learned that their darling daughter was actually their handsome son. In turn, Ramiro learned that his mother Carla actually had a homosexual drag-queen brother who had moved away when he grew up. The tayra was quite relieved to find out that he wasn’t the only odd-one-out of the family. On the other hand the boy’s father was slightly uncomfortable about it, but agreed to try and call him his son. The only person left out of the loop in the family was his sister Cassandra. The boy was afraid of telling her due to bullying she had done to him in the past.
Ramiro begged his parents to start calling him by male pronouns and let him take up a male name. Carla and Gabriel agreed to this. Though they couldn’t afford testosterone for their new son, but they did the best they could without it. Lucky for the family that Ramiro was a late bloomer. They were able to buy a binder for his chest before anyone became wiser. In addition they had him pick out the name “Ramiro” to call him by from now on.
Going into high school, Ramiro kept his actual identity a secret and went on as a girl in public school. Most of the other people going to the high school he was were in the same middle school as him, so he’d easily be picked out if he decided to disguise himself as a male. The tayra didn’t want take that chance. The only thing he did to make himself feel more like a boy was getting his hair cut short like most of the young men his age and started to wear teenage boy clothes. Everyone called him a woman, but there were a few raised eyebrows at his choice of appearance. Even his friends were suspicious of Ramiro’s activities. They constantly commented how he “looked like a boy” and “should change the way he looked” but the young man simply brushed them off on the outside, even though they hurt like arrows on the inside.
Ramiro would never come out to his friends. They had already shown prejudice behaviors against homosexuality, one even preaching how it was a choice. It disgusted him but he couldn’t leave his friends. They were the only ones he had and they’d been close to each other for years. He couldn’t just give up all those years of closeness. So, he went through high school being called pronouns he didn’t identify with, even though it hurt him drastically. Eventually his happy personality degraded to the one he now holds. To cover up his gender he even took on a “boyfriend” and dated him as a girl to distract his friends from his appearance. Being so concerned with his gender he never even noticed sexual and romantic attractions until graduation. By then he realized he’d been interested in everyone’s appearance, but when it came to an actual relationship he fell for those closest to his, even the prejudiced friends he was around.
After he had fully graduated from school, the new adult decided to not go to college and move out right away like his sister had. Ramiro stayed with his parents for a couple years. It wasn’t like he wanted to be in a relationship anyway. He’d cut off contact with his toxic friends with no explanation after graduation. After that he found it rather difficult to try and become friends with anyone, for fear they might turn out to be like his old friends. Even still, he started to realize his orientation and romantic preference once again. There were certain genders he was attracted to and the only time he’d ever felt any sort of romantic feelings for someone, they were someone dear to him. With a quick trip to the internet the man found out he was in fact a polysexual demiromantic. It was quite weird to him that there was something specific for what he felt, but he accepted it.
Eventually Ramiro moved out when he was 23 and started to prepare for college out of Alexandria. As much as he loved the city, it was a hard place to live in; what with all the violence and drugs running rampant. For weeks the man got ready to head out of the city by packing his things. Hopefully the place he was going would be a good fresh start for him, as a man, both in mind but to other people. Eventually he had all his things packed up and ready to go for the move. As a college present, the family, even including his still unaware sister, went out for a day of fun. It was on that day that the tayra was ripped away from his family. The police had found out about him through the texts he had sent to his parents, using the pronouns he had asked them to use. Right in the middle of the family outing, the police came up and grabbed the boy. The family was thrown into a panic. Cassandra was surprised that her little brother was being taken by the police and the parents were panicking because they knew. They had heard the King’s order and Carla and Gabriel weren’t worried. The only people who knew about their son was them.
It was unfortunate. Ramiro was pushed away from his family. He had nothing on him except his camera and reading glasses, the man had no time to rush home and grab anything. Ramiro was hauled off and to the nearest station to be boarded onto the train, of which no one knew the destination.

Highholt story:
While on the train to wherever they were going, Ramiro met a bunch of other people. The only person who he really connected with though was a trans-woman named Vita. The two of them became good friends after a somewhat rocky meeting. He also met a trans-man named Otis who scared him witless.
Not much happened on the train as it chugged along. The only thing of interest that happened was a meeting of all the passengers while the train stopped. The meeting was about revolting against the guards while on the train, yet the vote came to a decision of not revolting while on the train.
When the train finally stopped at a tiny village, the man was quite surprised. He hadn’t expected their destination to be a tiny village. Then he met the head of the town, Clay, and hated him instantly. The rat disgusted Ramiro. He got even more pissed when it was revealed that they would have to fix up their own houses as well as the fact they wouldn’t receive much food because most of what they farmed went to the kingdom.
Ramiro did as he was told though, still making friends with other people who were stuck in the same situation as him. He fixed up a house with his friend Vita and her friend Mya, becoming roommates with them. When the time to revolt came though, Ramiro fought back with the others. Yet when the tide started to turn against the rebels, he took off, turning his back to the guard he was fighting. That was when the tayra got shot through the shoulder. After the fight the guards dragged him to Aspen for treatment.

RP Example:
A sigh escaped Nicolai, his eyes were closed and his whole body gave off a relaxed vibe. Even in the middle of the woods full of monsters he was completely fine. Then again, he was a monster himself, as if that wasn’t evident by the giant black rabbit ears sprouting where regular human ears should have been. Not that the dark skinned man minded. As social as the pooka was, he for once didn’t want to be disturbed by another living creature. He blamed it on the fact that the younger guests of the mansion started mistaking him for the Easter Bunny. He was, in fact, not the god damn Easter Bunny. Sure he could be considered the Easter Bunny, but that only because of the fact that his kind, the pookas or phookas or a myriad of other names they went by, were the creatures to inspire that myth. “Thank you older members of my species for ruining our reputation by turning in a giant anthropomorphic rabbit or some shit.” Nico muttered to himself with a scowl, even with his eyes closed.

Reaching into his pocket, the dark toned man brought out a piece of candy, unwrapped it, and stashed the trash back in his pocket. Nico popped the candy in his mouth and he didn’t even know what kind of candy it was and honestly he didn’t care. It was a good think his kind didn’t have a weakness to food ingredients. As he started chewing on the piece of candy, Nicolai sat up abruptly. The rabbit ears attached to his head started to twitch sporadically and he stopped his annoying candy chewing to listen better. After a moment of silence, there was the noise again: the sound of someone walking through the woods some distance away. Another scowl came to the pooka’s face before immediately vanishing in a wicked grin. This was the perfect opportunity to pull an excellent prank.

Hopping to his feet as quick as a, well, rabbit, the man set out to find this mysterious stranger stomping about in his sulking woods. Not he wasn’t sulking, of course not…not that he would admit to anyway. Following the sounds of footsteps that weren’t his own, the rabbit eared man looked through the brush and caught sight of a giant. Nico stared at the severely tall man with a gaping mouth before shutting his mouth quickly and actually poking his head out. “Hey! You lost Wildman?” the man said with a grin, flashing his one unbroken fang.

Notes

He keeps his reading glasses in their case and camera tucked away in his hoodie pocket.
Ramiro is constantly tired from staying up late painting.
The dark circles under his eyes are hereditary, but it still makes him look more tired than he is.
Ramiro cusses quite a lot around people he knows, but tones it down around strangers.
Ramiro still sounds like a woman due to the fact he never took testosterone.
He can speak English and Portuguese thanks to his parents, and understands a few words in Spanish.

[ Roleplay Info ]

[ Timezone ]: Central Time (Central & US)

[ Preffered way to RP ]:

Chatroom (sometimes)
Notes
Skype

[ RP Example ]: From an rp between Wolftail and Echokit of

A chuckle threatened to worm it's way out of the huge cat's chest. He had to hold it down in case he accidentally scared the kit away. Wolftail had seen this behavior many times from his sisters. Little Echo was going to pounce on his tail, just like what his sisters used to do when they were kits and tried to get a smile out of the huge cat. The vanguard cat pretended not to notice the little guy sneaking up on his short fluffy tail.

All he needed to do know was move. The short furred kit was waiting for some form of movement before the final strike. Just like Petal. Wolftail thought wistfully as he remembered what little fun he had with his younger sisters before taking on the role of provider and protector. Alright, if the little guy wants to play, might as well let him. the battle scarred cat decided in hims mind. Restraining a smile, Wolf flicked his tail to provoke the little one.

Description
So I found out about long ago and have been working on an app for my own character, and this is the fruits of my labor. So enjoy!

EDIT: FINISHED THE FULL APP
7/2/15 edit: written and drawn app updated.

Name: Ramiro Vargas
Nicknames: Ram, Ramram, Rammy, Lamb
Age: 22 years
Species: Tayra
Birthday: March 1st
Height: 5’6”

Gender: Demiboy
Pronouns: He/Him/His* and they/them/theirs
Sexual Orientation: Polysexual
Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic

Personality:
+[Sensitive, Imaginative, Compassionate], [Quiet, Private], –[Asocial, Secretive, Weak-willed]
When you first meet Ramrio, he comes off as hostile, grumpy, and quiet. He isn’t one for speaking unless he’s spoken to, and even then he’ll speak softly and in short sentences. The man will also reveal very little about him if you ask, but he’ll also keep secrets for you if you ask Ramiro to. He’s quite weak-willed though and if you bully him hard enough he’ll give in. When someone finally cracks his hostile shell, they’ll find a kind yet socially awkward tayra who cares deeply for his friends and will do anything for them.

Likes and dislikes:
+Photography
+One player games
+Painting landscapes and flowers
+Classical music
+Coffee
+Honey
+Parkour

-Loud areas
-Crowds
-Being touched by strangers
-Metal music
-Being startled
-Modern art
-Babies

Hobbies: Painting, photography, parkour

Items:
• Glasses + Glasses case
• Digital camera

Hometown: Alexandria
Backstory:
March 1st to Carla and Gabriel Vargas under the name Carmen Vargas and designated as a female. His parents loved him from the moment he was born, but didn’t know their then daughter would grow up to be their beautiful son. As the years passed since his birth, Ramiro grew up under the name Carmen, never much caring about it even if it felt a little off to be called a girl and by a girl’s name. At this point in time he was quite happy and outgoing, even talking to strangers on the street before being rushed away by his mother. In his early childhood, the tayra was quite lucky that his parents had no care for “gender oriented” objects. Ram could play with whatever he wanted as long as it wasn’t dangerous.
The older Ramiro got though, the more it felt wrong being called a girl. It felt just weird and wrong. Whenever he was around his small group of friends in school and they called said she, her, hers, girl, any female pronoun it just hurt. Ramiro felt like a boy and, I some small part of his body, neither male nor female. One day when he was 13 and browsing the internet while his parent’s weren’t home to pass time, he came across articles about different sexualities and genders. Curiosity took him over and he looked at through the articles and definitions. By the end of the day he had discovered something that would change his life. Ramiro had discovered he was, in fact, a Demiboy. Most of him felt like a boy and a small percentage of him, he had come to discover, felt agender. Though the tayra was glad to have discovered himself, he was frightened. Genders outside of male and female were shunned and people who identified with them were bullied and hurt.
Fearing that he would be rejected by his parents, Ramiro kept this new secret to himself for months on end. If his parents had found out, what would they do? He was close to finishing middle school then and he’d seen older teenagers kicked out of the by their own families for being different. Ramiro didn’t want that. He wouldn’t be able to make it. During his time of hiding, the boy became more moody and sarcastic, bottling up his fears and feelings. Of course his parents noticed this change and became worried for their “daughter” and confronted him about it. Ramiro was scared but he couldn’t keep it in anymore and spilled out what he had discovered. Immediately afterwards the young teen regretted saying anything and waited for the inevitable.
Except…it never happened. Yes, his parents were shocked, but they weren’t appalled. They started to talk to Ramiro and helped him get everything off his chest. They learned that their darling daughter was actually their handsome son. In turn, Ramiro learned that his mother Carla actually had a homosexual drag-queen brother who had moved away when he grew up. The tayra was quite relieved to find out that he wasn’t the only odd-one-out of the family. On the other hand the boy’s father was slightly uncomfortable about it, but agreed to try and call him his son. The only person left out of the loop in the family was his sister Cassandra. The boy was afraid of telling her due to bullying she had done to him in the past.
Ramiro begged his parents to start calling him by male pronouns and let him take up a male name. Carla and Gabriel agreed to this. Though they couldn’t afford testosterone for their new son, but they did the best they could without it. Lucky for the family that Ramiro was a late bloomer. They were able to buy a binder for his chest before anyone became wiser. In addition they had him pick out the name “Ramiro” to call him by from now on.
Going into high school, Ramiro kept his actual identity a secret and went on as a girl in public school. Most of the other people going to the high school he was were in the same middle school as him, so he’d easily be picked out if he decided to disguise himself as a male. The tayra didn’t want take that chance. The only thing he did to make himself feel more like a boy was getting his hair cut short like most of the young men his age and started to wear teenage boy clothes. Everyone called him a woman, but there were a few raised eyebrows at his choice of appearance. Even his friends were suspicious of Ramiro’s activities. They constantly commented how he “looked like a boy” and “should change the way he looked” but the young man simply brushed them off on the outside, even though they hurt like arrows on the inside.
Ramiro would never come out to his friends. They had already shown prejudice behaviors against homosexuality, one even preaching how it was a choice. It disgusted him but he couldn’t leave his friends. They were the only ones he had and they’d been close to each other for years. He couldn’t just give up all those years of closeness. So, he went through high school being called pronouns he didn’t identify with, even though it hurt him drastically. Eventually his happy personality degraded to the one he now holds. To cover up his gender he even took on a “boyfriend” and dated him as a girl to distract his friends from his appearance. Being so concerned with his gender he never even noticed sexual and romantic attractions until graduation. By then he realized he’d been interested in everyone’s appearance, but when it came to an actual relationship he fell for those closest to his, even the prejudiced friends he was around.
After he had fully graduated from school, the new adult decided to not go to college and move out right away like his sister had. Ramiro stayed with his parents for a couple years. It wasn’t like he wanted to be in a relationship anyway. He’d cut off contact with his toxic friends with no explanation after graduation. After that he found it rather difficult to try and become friends with anyone, for fear they might turn out to be like his old friends. Even still, he started to realize his orientation and romantic preference once again. There were certain genders he was attracted to and the only time he’d ever felt any sort of romantic feelings for someone, they were someone dear to him. With a quick trip to the internet the man found out he was in fact a polysexual demiromantic. It was quite weird to him that there was something specific for what he felt, but he accepted it.
Eventually Ramiro moved out when he was 23 and started to prepare for college out of Alexandria. As much as he loved the city, it was a hard place to live in; what with all the violence and drugs running rampant. For weeks the man got ready to head out of the city by packing his things. Hopefully the place he was going would be a good fresh start for him, as a man, both in mind but to other people. Eventually he had all his things packed up and ready to go for the move. As a college present, the family, even including his still unaware sister, went out for a day of fun. It was on that day that the tayra was ripped away from his family. The police had found out about him through the texts he had sent to his parents, using the pronouns he had asked them to use. Right in the middle of the family outing, the police came up and grabbed the boy. The family was thrown into a panic. Cassandra was surprised that her little brother was being taken by the police and the parents were panicking because they knew. They had heard the King’s order and Carla and Gabriel weren’t worried. The only people who knew about their son was them.
It was unfortunate. Ramiro was pushed away from his family. He had nothing on him except his camera and reading glasses, the man had no time to rush home and grab anything. Ramiro was hauled off and to the nearest station to be boarded onto the train, of which no one knew the destination.

Highholt story:
While on the train to wherever they were going, Ramiro met a bunch of other people. The only person who he really connected with though was a trans-woman named Vita. The two of them became good friends after a somewhat rocky meeting. He also met a trans-man named Otis who scared him witless.
Not much happened on the train as it chugged along. The only thing of interest that happened was a meeting of all the passengers while the train stopped. The meeting was about revolting against the guards while on the train, yet the vote came to a decision of not revolting while on the train.
When the train finally stopped at a tiny village, the man was quite surprised. He hadn’t expected their destination to be a tiny village. Then he met the head of the town, Clay, and hated him instantly. The rat disgusted Ramiro. He got even more pissed when it was revealed that they would have to fix up their own houses as well as the fact they wouldn’t receive much food because most of what they farmed went to the kingdom.
Ramiro did as he was told though, still making friends with other people who were stuck in the same situation as him. He fixed up a house with his friend Vita and her friend Mya, becoming roommates with them. When the time to revolt came though, Ramiro fought back with the others. Yet when the tide started to turn against the rebels, he took off, turning his back to the guard he was fighting. That was when the tayra got shot through the shoulder. After the fight the guards dragged him to Aspen for treatment.

RP Example:
A sigh escaped Nicolai, his eyes were closed and his whole body gave off a relaxed vibe. Even in the middle of the woods full of monsters he was completely fine. Then again, he was a monster himself, as if that wasn’t evident by the giant black rabbit ears sprouting where regular human ears should have been. Not that the dark skinned man minded. As social as the pooka was, he for once didn’t want to be disturbed by another living creature. He blamed it on the fact that the younger guests of the mansion started mistaking him for the Easter Bunny. He was, in fact, not the god damn Easter Bunny. Sure he could be considered the Easter Bunny, but that only because of the fact that his kind, the pookas or phookas or a myriad of other names they went by, were the creatures to inspire that myth. “Thank you older members of my species for ruining our reputation by turning in a giant anthropomorphic rabbit or some shit.” Nico muttered to himself with a scowl, even with his eyes closed.

Reaching into his pocket, the dark toned man brought out a piece of candy, unwrapped it, and stashed the trash back in his pocket. Nico popped the candy in his mouth and he didn’t even know what kind of candy it was and honestly he didn’t care. It was a good think his kind didn’t have a weakness to food ingredients. As he started chewing on the piece of candy, Nicolai sat up abruptly. The rabbit ears attached to his head started to twitch sporadically and he stopped his annoying candy chewing to listen better. After a moment of silence, there was the noise again: the sound of someone walking through the woods some distance away. Another scowl came to the pooka’s face before immediately vanishing in a wicked grin. This was the perfect opportunity to pull an excellent prank.

Hopping to his feet as quick as a, well, rabbit, the man set out to find this mysterious stranger stomping about in his sulking woods. Not he wasn’t sulking, of course not…not that he would admit to anyway. Following the sounds of footsteps that weren’t his own, the rabbit eared man looked through the brush and caught sight of a giant. Nico stared at the severely tall man with a gaping mouth before shutting his mouth quickly and actually poking his head out. “Hey! You lost Wildman?” the man said with a grin, flashing his one unbroken fang.

Notes

He keeps his reading glasses in their case and camera tucked away in his hoodie pocket.
Ramiro is constantly tired from staying up late painting.
The dark circles under his eyes are hereditary, but it still makes him look more tired than he is.
Ramiro cusses quite a lot around people he knows, but tones it down around strangers.
Ramiro still sounds like a woman due to the fact he never took testosterone.
He can speak English and Portuguese thanks to his parents, and understands a few words in Spanish.

[ Roleplay Info ]

[ Timezone ]: Central Time (Central & US)

[ Preffered way to RP ]:

Chatroom (sometimes)
Notes
Skype

[ RP Example ]: From an rp between Wolftail and Echokit of

A chuckle threatened to worm it's way out of the huge cat's chest. He had to hold it down in case he accidentally scared the kit away. Wolftail had seen this behavior many times from his sisters. Little Echo was going to pounce on his tail, just like what his sisters used to do when they were kits and tried to get a smile out of the huge cat. The vanguard cat pretended not to notice the little guy sneaking up on his short fluffy tail.

All he needed to do know was move. The short furred kit was waiting for some form of movement before the final strike. Just like Petal. Wolftail thought wistfully as he remembered what little fun he had with his younger sisters before taking on the role of provider and protector. Alright, if the little guy wants to play, might as well let him. the battle scarred cat decided in hims mind. Restraining a smile, Wolf flicked his tail to provoke the little one.