[~IceFang~]

Username;; Icefang
Name;; Zarya
Gender;; female
Story;;



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[barbatos.]

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[gp5]

Username;; ratatouille.
Name;; Vince Holmes
Gender;; Male!
Extra (Why I entered for him);; I was really convinced that I wouldn't enter for this babe, but after staring, something just clicked and I had to enter for him! I was listening to many micheal jackson songs, and watched one of his music videos, Billie Jean. I saw the detective, and thought, why not make him a detective?! I also think that is the best song that sums him up! Vince is clearly a protagonist, going to his limits to find crime.
Smooth Criminal as well, because he's been stuck on a murder case for a long while and their clearly a 'Smooth Criminal.'
(Sorry im so cheesy.)
Story;;


Vince sat there at his desk, slowly smoking a Cigarette as the contents spilled and molded into the small bedroom he was currently situated in. His brow was furrowed as he read his latest case, upset at the fact he hadn't caught the murder behind these horrible crimes.
It had been the 6th time these murders had been recorded on files, and he was certain there was more. Usually killers were easily caught, being foolish enough to leave an important clue he could snap up and record.
Yet, this murder had been tricky, and extremely clever. He was intrigued by them, interested on how they could pull all of this off so casually. Of course there would be questioning once they were caught, before being sentenced to death.
Sighing, Vince rubbed his temples as he blew out a puff of smoke before putting the bud out. He was going out yet again, planning on heading towards the victims family members area. The more answers he could get, the faster this case could be solved. And the faster he could finally relax.
Mumbling under his breath, he got up from his seat and headed towards his bedroom door, opening it and quickly escorting himself towards the front door. Reaching towards the coat rack, he snatched his coat and ever so typical hat, as well as a Caliber.
Vince pulled his keys out of his pocket, turning around to do a quick check of his small house. It was a typical nervous habit of his, always double check before leaving the scene. The rule had stuck with him, and it actually caused him to become one of the best known detectives.
Shaking his head, his eyes skirted over to the living room first, which was closest to the front door. The fireplace was sheltering the small fire nurturing their, the cracks and pops bringing a serene peace over the whole room. Its warm glow had outlined the beat up couch, along with an old looking coffee table. Near the edge of the wall, was a small Brown bookshelf with a healthy row of books.
He smiled at the thought of curling up near the fire, reading a novel along with a cup of hot coffee. But now was not the time, and his eyes quickly rolled to the dark kitchen.
What was outlined from the fire was the counter, which had a toaster and a knife rack on it. He rarely cooked, although he did have the necessitates incase he had the time to spend time on a recipe. Which would probably be burnt.
The rest of the kitchen was dark, due to no lights being on. The faint hum of the fridge brought him to his senses however, and he swiftly guided himself out of the door. He spent too long.. staring.
It was relaxing to just stare at a calm scenario. He never got the chance to relax though; He was too busy worrying about the present. He overworked himself, that was true. He was to busy to care about anything except work. He had no time for family, friends, or even himself. It was sad, but it was the only thing he knew how to do. It was the only thing he felt worthy for. Without his job, he would be nothing.
Roving out of his thoughts, Vince slowly closed his front door and locked it with a soft click. The cold night breeze immediately drifted through his coat as he secured his hat on his head before dropping the keys to his house in his front pocket. It was cold tonight, he would have to hurry. Shuddering, he walked down the concrete steps from his now missed home as he scurried to his car. The cold was something he had always despised, no matter where he went. Grabbing the car handle and wrenching it open, he leaned into the car and swiftly shut the door. Breathing through his nose, Vince quickly took his keys and turned on the car to start the heater. The victims family was probably sleeping already, but this was law, and to help them find the killer that murdered their loved one, they needed to wake up. Heh. He slightly snorted at the fact, and gripped the steering wheel tightly.
Time to find clues.
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It was a long and exhausting drive to the families house, but he made it there in a matter of 2 hours. It was now currently two in the morning, which was sure.. great. He could tell there was bags under his eyes, without even looking in the mirror. He never got the sleep he needed, though now wasn't the time to complain.
Parking his car in the gutter, he turned it off and slowly withdrew a small breath. All of his cases were different, including the people. Some were aggressive, friendly, annoying, or just plain creepy. Sighing, he checked his pocket for his gun, which was there, before exiting the car and stepping into the night.
Crickets were chirping loudly, as the wind blew softly through the trees. Vince wandered up the driveway, eager to get this questioning over with and arrive home.
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Lets just say, the questioning didn't go the greatest. The two daughters Constantly flirted with him. It was quite annoying, honestly. It was uncomfortable, as they were lounging on him for most of the interrogation. One even had the guts to lift up his sleeve, and practically drool over his tattoos. Being the respectful gentleman he was, he had allowed some of this to happen, but couldn't stop squirming inside.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair as he made his way home. Time to enjoy a nice cup of coffee..

[ABeardedDragon]

Username;; ABeardedDragon
Name;; Drake
Gender;; Male
Story;;
It was dark. The lone viscet stood in silence. He could hear nothing but his heart pounding in his chest, so hard he thought his chest would burst. There was only a small place for him to move around in, his tail brushed against the cold walls. After waiting for what seemed like hours, he heard voices. Still he waited. And waited. Until finally, his side was nudged. The door to his cage opened, making a slight rattling noise. Slowly, he stepped forwards. He always hated it. It was his biggest fear. His breathing became heavy as he walked around the corner. His blue eyes closed as he was blinded by bright lights. In front of him was a crowd of people, sat in a hall of a building. The viscet stood on a stage with several small children. He remembered what he was meant to do. His tailed lashed violently and he stepped towards the youngsters, heavily dropping his feet on the wooden floor. One of the children ran at him, swinging a wooden sword. They had practiced this many times. The child repetitively hit the viscet, who was now pretending to die on the floor.
"I slayed the mighty dragon!" Shouted the child. But he didn't stop hitting the 'dragon'. It didn't hurt much, but he felt a rage starting to burn inside of him. He thought the child would be more sensible during the real performance. However, he was just as childish as he was in the practice sessions. Laying there motionless gave him seemingly all the time in the world to think.

Is this really what I want?
For the rest of my life?
His eyes wandered to a window. Outside he saw fields that he thought went on forever. How he longed to run in the grass, to feel it against his fur. He could never do that in a life like his.

No.

The purple viscet stood. He saw the look of confusion on the childrens' faces. Any other time, he would have felt guilty, but this was not about them. This was about his freedom. He walked toward the boy who hit him. His mouth formed a snarl and a low, rumbling growl emerged from his throat. His eyes blazed with fury. Then he reached for the child. And bit him. There were screams and cries. All of a sudden he was pulled down to the floor by his owner. The purple viscet was forced out of the building as he thrashed wildly, then shoved in the back of a car. He was taken 'home'.
"Drake, what will I do with you now?" His owner questioned. The human sat in a chair as Drake curled up on the carpet in front of the fire. Drake's owner was a teacher and often used the viscet in the school plays. Sometimes he was even borrowed by professional performers. But he hated it. He hated being controlled and used. Sure, he was treated well, but he didn't want to live like this. Eventually, his owner left him to go to sleep. Drake sat in front of the window and looked outside. He saw city viscets wandering the streets. They were free, unlike him. He felt rage build up inside of him as he desperately tried to escape. But it was no use. His anger vanished and he lay down, feeling defeated. Soon he was sleeping.

The next morning he was awoken by his human arguing with someone at the door.
"I'm sorry, but he's dangerous and he has to come with me," he heard the stranger say. The events of last night came flooding back to him and Drake realised that he was in danger.
"I won't let you take him," his owner replied. He could hear the fear in his voice. But he never realised. He could see his owner stood there. The way out was open. Now was his chance. It would be his only chance if the stranger took him away. He felt his heart beating furiously as he prepared to run. And he ran. As fast as he could, he darted between the two humans. Drake could hear them chasing him but they couldn't possibly catch a viscet. For a moment he feared they would catch him. But then he felt the wind in his mane. He could smell the fresh air and he took the deepest breathes possible just to take it all in. His body was full of joy and relief, knowing that he was free. The sound of his pursuers was no longer audible as he turned into an alley. He hid himself in the dark and decided to take a nap. After being woken up early and all that running, he thought he deserved it.

It was the early afternoon when Drake opened his eyes and saw a group of viscets in front of him. The same ones that he watched from the window. He thought that they wanted to take him in.
"Hi, can I stay with you?" His voice was innocent and wavered slightly as the group enclosed him.
"New to the streets, huh? Get out of here, kid, the streets are ours," one of them spoke out, his voice as cold as ice, as he stepped towards the purple viscet. Looking around, he realised that fighting would be impossible. Unlike these wild ones, he had never had to defend himself. Maybe he had underestimated how difficult it would be to live on his own. Their shadows loomed over him as they came closer. But the loner was too terrified and lost in thoughts to react. Then one of the wild viscets bit his ear and scratched his side. They meant it. Fearing for his life, the exhausted viscet ran once more. He didn't stop. Two of the pack stalked Drake to make sure that he left their territory. Once he reached the edge of the city, he looked back over his shoulder. Hatred filled his heart which was still beating rapidly after his encounter.

All my life, I've been pushed around. First by humans, and now by my own kind. From this day, I will not stand for it anymore.

Drake searched for days for his new home. He knew he couldn't return to the city. But he did not want to wander far from his new enemies. Because one day he would return to take his revenge. Within a mile of the outskirts he found a scrap yard. It had long since been abandoned. It wasn't the most scenic location, though it would do. One of the fences had fallen over and it made for an entry way. Among the piles of rusting metal, he found a small building. Inside it was empty. He knew how cold it could be at night and the run-down room would not provide enough protection from that. After some scavenging in the towering piles of discarded items, he found some cloth and wood. He carried it home and made himself a bed out of the fabric. The wood was used to cover the holes in the windows and walls. One day he would fix this place up, but it would not be today.

He still lives in the scrap yard. At first he thought he would end up leaving as he thought it would be too much work to fix up, but Drake soon became attached to his new home. He has befriended a ginger tabby cat who lived here before him. The cat acts as his sentry, meaning that they will warn him of any trespassers. The viscet hopes that his scrap yard can eventually become a sanctuary of sort for other viscets that were once owned by humans. But first he will have to stop being territorial, although he struggles with this.

Extra (Personality);;
When one first encounters Drake, his first response is to show aggression. He threatens to chase off any visiting creatures on his territory and will attack if he is challenged. If they show extreme bravery or manage to defeat Drake, he will respect them and possibly allow them to enter his territory whenever they please. Although, he isn't completely 'cruel' and fierce. Sometimes he scares other viscets and this reminds him of his first day of freedom. When this happens, he will try to comfort them and lets them stay. Usually he ends up befriending these viscets as he knows how frightening it is to be alone in the world.

Once he makes friends with someone, he is loyal to them. He is somewhat arrogant, selfish and temperamental. This can cause small fights with anyone, even those he considers his closest friends. But he will always feel guilty afterwards and will try his hardest to make it right again. Drake normally hides his thoughts and feelings from his friends; he likes to think that he is strong at all times, both physically and mentally. Though like any other viscet, this is not always possible. Sometimes he will hide how he feels for another viscet. This includes love interests, as he is shy when it comes to this due to his lack of experience. It's fairly uncommon for him to show signs of sympathy to others, even though he may truly be sympathetic, but he will listen to the problems of others.

Enemies are not rare when it comes to Drake. Because of his initial aggression and his negative personality traits, it isn't difficult for him to make foes. If he sees one, he usually won't hesitate to confront them, although that depends on why they are enemies and how much he hates them. Unlike with his friends, he is extremely unforgiving and will hold a grudge over the slightest disagreement.

[widow.]

Username;; Paradise

Name;; Dawnbreaker

Gender;; Female

Story;; A cold breeze wafted towards the creature, winter's breath causing Dawnbreaker's eyes to close and her body to shiver. She had never liked the cold. She much preferred the warmth and tranquility of late spring, when the flowers had bloomed and the temperature was perfect. Now, however, the icy claws of winter had taken hold, and snow fell in thick clumps to the pale ground. The ruins of a once prosperous and glorious kingdom stood before her, charred remains of a time not burdened by the fear of what was to come. Her tail swished gently as she peered at the horizon. Dawn. The time of day that her mother said reminded her of the young viscet. Dawnbreaker chuckled darkly to herself. Such a happy time.. Eventually torn apart, likes wolves at the foot of an elk's carcass.

Memories flashed in her mind, of events leading up to where she was now. She closed her eyes and sighed, her breath billowing in a small cloud, her toes numb from standing at the mountain peak for so long. Before she could stop herself she was swept away in the memory of the Great Fire. The one that started her on her journey.. The one that changed her forever.

It was early spring when threats from the outside came flooding, but each one was hidden from the public to not provoke mass panic. Invaders wanted to take over the kingdom. The King sent various troops to patrol their borders day and night, but when many of them didn't come back, he eventually called for an army to advance and destroy the threat before it became too big to handle. One of the soldiers was Dawnbreaker's father, who hadn't even seen her little one yet. Her mother was heavily pregnant, and tried to beg her husband not to go, but he stubbornly said, "If I am to serve my kingdom. Then that is what I shall do. I promise you, my darling, that I will return from this battle victorious. Our child will grow up knowing her father fought to defend those he loved."

He never returned.

After months, the king came back, wounded and scarred almost beyond recognition, with less than 1/3 of the army he had originally set out with. On the dawn of their arrival, Dawnbreaker's mother gave birth to the young viscet, sparking the name. Little did they both know that her father would never see her daughter. After learning of her husband's fate, her mother fell into a deep depression, resorting to drinking to ease her pain. Dawnbreaker was neglected, but after one of the maidens that worked at the bar her mother went to drink at learned what was happening, she urged her mother to take care of her child, and eventually she relented, taking care of the baby. She grew up with a strong connection to her mother, but inherited her father's personality- Strong, stubborn, and having a knack with weapons. Her mother almost had a heart attack multiple times when catching her daughter playing with swords and bows. But, Dawnbreaker grew up to be a strong willed and confident young viscet, much to her mother's pride. All the while, a war was still being waged, one between the outsiders and the kingdom. The king had died soon after returning from battle, and his son took his place, but being so young and inexperienced, eventually led the kingdom to it's doom.

It was a winter much like this one when the outsiders finally made it into the kingdom. The night was cold and silent, and the snow did not fall. Soon the stars were blocked out by smoke as each house was set aflame, the screams of those trapped inside echoing all around. Dawnbreaker was awoken by her mother with a jolt, who had heard the screaming and decided to get her daughter and run. They ran through the snow underfoot, but someone had seen them. The world seemed to slow as the arrow flew, reaching her mother and striking her down. She ordered her daughter to keep running, to not look back. And that is what she did. For days on end she ran, fearing that if she stopped, the fire would devour her whole. Eventually she would collapse, exhaustion finally forcing her onto the snow.

When she awoke, hushed whispers were all that she could hear. Opening her eyes she would see a group of viscets wearing cloaks huddled in a circle near a fire. Realizing she was in a small cave with a bunch of strangers she tried to get up, but fell with a thump and a groan. One of the viscets in a cloak heard, and hurried over to her. A long conversation later, and Dawnbreaker found that these were a group of monks who had strayed from the city in search of quiet to meditate, and that they had found her in the snow near the cave when they went out in search of food. For days, Dawnbreaker stayed with them, learning of their ways while she rested. It perked her interest greatly. After a few months, she was as healthy as could be, but, she felt lost. She didn't know where to go from there. When they offered her the opportunity to join them, she took it, and ever since she has lived with them.

Now, her gaze traveled over the city's ruins, and she bowed her head, promising herself that one day she would find her mother, or what remained of her.

Extra;; Beautiful cover for a beautiful creature

[SilverSamurai]

forgot to close this when it ended, but it ended yesterday at 5pm est!
Any forms posted or edited after July 5th at 5pm est will not be counted! Judging will start tomorrow when I have some free time

[widow.]

I spent so much time on that

I'm going to cry

Can I please be counted. It's just one form.

[cvpidxpng]

Ahh good luck!

[gp5]

Good luck! It looks like I actually didn't edit after the end date. Hm.

[Ravenshadow17]

Good luck!