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Postby yeena » Tue Jan 05, 2016 4:34 pm


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    Name;; tikki-tak, goes by tikki
    Gender;; male, he/him nd his
    Extras;; (minimum of one art piece and no less than 500 words)

    possible reserve idk if ill have time oops

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    [b]feral form[/b]
    - he is a careless goofball, quite clumsy, hes super naive as well though the poor little baby !!!
    - grew up with his uncle, uncle was owned by a rich family and his uncle served as a 'guard dog'
    - he tried to take after his uncle but didnt get far in his pursuit, he wasnt fit to be a 'guard dog'
    - soon he went to live with a distant relative of the family, he still visits his original family ye !
    - the 'distant relative' was a small family, two women and a small adopted child !! sweet fam !!
    - the small child loved loved dressing tikki up, hence why he has all those accessories on him ye

    [b]quad form[/b]
    - grew up with his uncle, who was a trained martial arts master, he tried to train tikki but uh ??
    - tikki didnt ever cut the line of being a student so his uncle just said whatever but tikki sorta ?
    - wanted the outfit so his uncle just let him keep it for the heck of things- let kiddos be kiddos.
    - his uncle homeschooled tikki, to avoid any possible bullying incidents and mind corruption soo
    - when he was old enough he moved out of his uncles place happily; his uncle still visits him lots
    - y eah i avoided sob stories and stuff for now but something happens idk what yet thats sad ???
    - anyhow wip for now !!!

    [b]any art ???[/b]
    - of him tripping like the giANT FLIPPing nerd he is and always will be :')
    - with family, his uncle tryin to train him but... failing entirely poor bby
    - well wip over here too,,
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Re: Viscet # 364 - ufa

Postby ~IceFang~ » Tue Jan 05, 2016 11:40 pm

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Personality:
Yang is a real kick butt type of Viscet, ready to help anyone that needs him. He is independent and brave, not letting anything drag him down, not words, not punches. He prefers to keep to himself, appearing only to save someone or intimidate them and then, poof. He's gone. Yang is also very religious, from being brought up by monks.
History:

Yang was, at a young age, sent to an academy in China to learn from the monks there. Now, search up "Shaolin Temple Monks " and you'll see, they are kung fu masters . While Yang went to China to learn kungfu, his twin, Yin, was sent to the other side of the world, America, to learn Karate from there. So, at only one year of age, they were separated and they won't see each other again until many long years later.
It was from the Shaolin monks that Yang learned from. Every day, a strict regime included:
5:00 AM - get up, pray
5:30 AM - ring the huge bell to signal sunrise
6:00 AM - eat a small breakfast of rice and vegetables
6:30 AM - begin training
12:00 AM - stop training, short break, carry up buckets of water from the foot of the mountain
1:00 PM - pray
3:00 PM - study calligraphy and the scrolls
6:00 PM - dinner from again, rice and vegetables
6:30 PM - train "the body" so "the mind" can be trained too
8:00 PM - one last prayer time
8:30 PM - candles out, good night.
As you can see, the schedule is very busy and very hard. At first, Yang complained, but after getting a few cuffs and a stern speaking, he straightened up and began to do the best he could. The training made him hard and deadly efficient at what he did. Once, while practicing with another Viscet, he went too hard and accidentally knocked the other out, into a coma. The other Viscet recovered after s day, but Yang was nowhere to be found. Stricken with fear and guilt, he had ran away. He disappeared into the mountain forests, living there for half a year, yet still sticking to the schedule. Old habits die hard. Six months later, Yang returned to the Shaolin life, but at his first full day back, was pulled to the head monk. The head monk left him alone in the temple, only telling him that he had to stay up with no fatigue for a week, with only rainwater to drink, praying all the time. It was said, the seventh day, the Buddha itself came and blessed the person, if they were devoted enough to give up comfort, rest, and food for the god of their religion. Seven days later, Yang emerged, thin, with circles under his eyes, but proud and tall, eyes blazing but not seeing. He stood there for minutes, gazing around as the younger monks looked at him, awed. Then, he let out a sigh, and fainted.
When he came to, he saw his new clothes, the gear he now has, and a note. "Yang. You now have a life changing decision. You can either stay, although there is nothing more we can teach you, or you can go out into the world. Make your mind quickly, for you know the answer."
And so, Yang wrote a note back, put on the gear, and slipped out, pausing for one last look at his fellow monks, then, without a backward glance, jumped off the wall and into the world.
Theme Song:
More of a tune, but hey, it represents him better.
"Entwined" Soundtrack, especially "Frozen Light"
Quote:
"Be strong when you are weak, brave when you are scared, and humble when you are victorious."
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Found my dream...
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Re: Viscet # 364 - ufa

Postby kamelgirl » Tue Jan 05, 2016 11:50 pm

woah

impress me's are scary, so just marking to watch for now
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Re: Viscet # 364 - ufa

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Re: Viscet # 364 - ufa

Postby trivium » Wed Jan 06, 2016 7:17 am

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Re: Viscet # 364 - ufa

Postby Architeuthid » Wed Jan 06, 2016 9:06 am

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猛禽 Mōkin, "Raptor" in Japanese
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  • Judo
  • Falling down
  • Getting back up
  • Helping others
  • Meditating
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"Always get back up."






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Mōkin is a quiet, friendly viscet, who likes helping people and simply enjoying the good things in life. When hardship comes his way, Mōkin endures it, and continues on with his life.

Mōkin has many problems, abusive parents being the worst. He uses judo to help him get over his issues, and when he's not on the mat, he's doing community service projects or simply taking a walk in the park.

--WIP
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Re: Viscet # 364 - ufa

Postby quitted; » Wed Jan 06, 2016 10:31 am

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Name;; Aristides, Aris for short. (It's Ancient Greek, meaning 'the best kind'. Pronounced 'Aris-tee-dees'.)
Gender;; Male
Extras;; *Story below.*

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'Remember, Youngling, When Life Throws You Problems...'

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'Catch Them.'

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In The Beginning...

"Try harder."
"I am, Father, I am!" Aris cried in desperation. "Aristides, push. Cease your theories of fair play, shove me to the ground!" Aris gritted his teeth at his father's rough chiding. Snorting a tuft of hair away from his icy eyes, Aris whipped his tail in an aggressive motion. At least, what he hoped was aggressive. "In the name of Zeus, boy! Where is your strength? Your battle spirit? Have you none?!" His father spat. Aristides calmly sat, wrapping his apparently useless tail around him. "Not to be impudent, but I thought you knew that by now." The other superior viscet narrowed his eyes at Aristides's comment, in an attempt at intimidation. "If there is no war fire burning up your core, what sort of inferior flame flickers in that soft heart?" Aris's father's words cut threw the air like daggers of bone. The young viscet stepped forward.
"The best kind."

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Later that day, after training...
'Whoooshhhh.....hhhhhh......' The wind furled Aris's thick white hair into tangles. He sat upon a rock, his favorite place. The best thing about it was that it away from home. He took a deep breath, and stretched his neck upward to view the overhanging olive tree. Those plump-looking olives would be ripe soon... as well as the nearby fig plant. So many delicious fruits here in this Greek forest... so much beauty, yet riddled with bloodied warriors. 'It is our way,' his father always said. What way? Ripping each other apart for simple satisfaction, or even sport? He had never understood it, or wanted to for that matter. His mother had felt for him... but she was long gone, passed to the spirit world. She had spoken for him in the days of his childhood, when he couldn't find the words he needed. Then, everything his mother had given him; acceptance, understanding, devotion, simply vanished on that fateful night. The night of her untimely death. A tear formed in the corner of his eye. Growling, Aristides swiped it away, anguish welling at the memory of his lost parent. Tears. What would his father say? Something about what a disappointment he was to the ranks. Once, Aris had spoken what he had always felt needed to be said; 'Does peace and sentiment scare you? Is your so-called inner war flame nothing but a cheap metallic hollow?' Oh, how Aristides was beaten so. He still had a scar beneath his fur to show for it. His first battle scar, received from his enraged father. The scar sybolized everything except a mark of honor, or dignity. "Speak what 'tis going through that wondrous mind of yours, sweet Aristides. Swipe your hair away from those eyes, which are the likes of pieces of sky! Hold your head high." These were the loving words of his mother. Words truly teaching him honor. Dignity. Not violence. If only she knew the deed her son would seal...

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"Aristides!" Aris jerked awake, slumped on his favorite rock. He must have drifted off while deep in thought... but here was his father, slapping him into consciousness. "Mmmphhf. Wha-?" Aris muttered groggily. "No time, boy! War has been declared, with the Northeast Pack! There was a skirmish by our hunting borders. Come! We must prepare." There was a terrible heat in Aris's father's eyes... it was battle-starved. "W-war? Today?" Aris muddled, not believing his ears. "Yes, today, you idiotic child!" His father howled, and shoving Aris off the boulder, he ran off in the direction of home. "No..." Aristides breathed. The possibility of war had been brewing with the northeastern Turkish pack for far too long, it had only been a matter time. A chilling cold tingled down Aris's spine... something had to be done.

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'Speak What 'Tis Going Through That Wondrous Mind Of Yours,'


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'Sweet Aristides...'


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"F-father! No, please!" Aristides hollered, panting for breath as he raced in pursuit of his father. A rocky, vine-entwined arch came into view... a natural-made entrance to the pack's current base. Aris's father skidded to a stop, resulting in Aris nearly tumbling head-over-heels. His father glared. "This is our moment, boy. Don't tamper with it; you and your mind addled by rotten olives! Equip your armor, and meet me with the warriors in an hour's time. We will discuss strategy with the alpha pair." Aris shivered in unashamed fear as his father snarled mercilessly. He gave a quivering nod, and his father shot off under the arch leading to camp. War. Why...? Aristides crumpled to the ground, chest heaving, catching his breath. Then, gasping breaths quickly turned to sobs... of grief. Those warriors were going to destroy themselves, and Aris knew it. Oh, he knew it better than anyone. He had grown up with a dangerously hot-tempered father, and though Aris would never say so, that father of his would bring destruction to the very pack he should be protecting. His mother had known it too... she had told him of something like this. "Unlock the courage within you, my sky-eyed child. Some day you will need it." After that she had shot a meaningful glance at her mate, and left Aristides confused. He understood now. He had to unlock his true self, and he may know how- or, more accurately, who.

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And so, he ran...
Vines scratched and tore at Aristides's fur, gnarled tree roots persistently tripped his frantic paws. Sunbeams penetrated the overhead canopy, casting a blue-ish green tint through the wide leaves. If only his destination wasn't so remote! But, there was no way he would pause for even a second, for he had a purpose. You could even call it blind faith. There was a...well, a prophet of sorts that on occasion was known to help. She was more of a myth, really. A myth was all Aris had left, so it would have to do. After maybe a solid fifteen to twenty minutes of dashing through the forest underbrush, he came to a clearing. Two broken, deeply aged stone structures with towering, twisting trees rooted over them stood as an entrance to an ancient plaza. Aris sat for a moment, lungs burning and chest heaving. He squinted up at the buildings, one engraved with elegant ancient runes. There was so much detail... an intricate carving here, an elaborate roof border there. Judging by the carved horse and rider statue perched on a small precipice, almost everything here had to be human-made. It was enchanting. But, he had not come to sight-see. He trotted cautiously forward onto the crumbling plaza cobblestones, a slight jasmine-scented breeze uplifting the tuft of white hair from his eyes. Many ancient structures sat in clusters, but the thing that mattered was what lay in the middle; a twisted, gargantuan weeping willow tree, and under it... a fox. An old, shriveled, silvery white fox known as Mother Melda. Aristides let out a sharp breath. She's real. The elderly creature raised it's head from the bone-littered ground, and milky eyes opened only to roll back into her skull again. "I... smell you... sky-eyed viscet." Aris froze, muscles clenched. Mother Melda coughed an odd sort of cackle, with a shadow of melody. "Come closer, child. You needn't speak, Melda sees all. Closer, look to the bones..." Aris inched towards her, not relaxing for a moment. The crone scooped the bones into her paws, rolled them around with a mumbled word of 'sky-eyed' and 'pure heart'. Aris wanted to run. This was not the plan! But, before he could interrupt, the fox dropped the bones to the earth. She gasped, making Aris leap in edgy surprise. "I was right!" She cackled, her voice echoing off the surrounding stone. Although her eyes were filmed over by blindness, Aris could feel her senses roving into him. "I was right. Yes... run, child. You are afeared, but run. You have a scent of destiny about you. Run, and the ground your paw strikes will vibrate under a new commandment." She breathed, Aristides's mind muddled and clarified at the same time. He hadn't even spoken a word! This was too much. "Run!" She hissed, almost viciously, and Aris scrambled back. "W-who am I? What brought me here? What sort of son am I, for doing this?" He sputtered. The fox's lips peeled back in a twisted smile. "The best kind, child. The best kind."

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The clock was ticking. Aristides was terrified beyond comprehension. So once again, he ran...
There was one thought that twirled in Aris's mind as he sprinted home, and that was 'stop the war'. His heart felt as if it would burst out of his chest. His pumping legs burned, but he paid no heed. In record time, he arrived at the stone arch, and not even stopping to pay the patron shrine tribute, he nearly flew straight into the center of camp, up the tallest boulder, above the forming troops and called with a power he never new existed, "HALT!" His voice thundered, and each head in the entire congregation turned. And stared. Aristides's breath came in gulping spasms, lungs groping for measured oxygen supply. "War-*cough*-is not the way. Look to the sky, father!" He wheezed. His father, at the back of the group below, turned his fury-filled face to the heavens above reluctantly. "No, not that sky." Aris corrected softly, breathing growing regular. "My eyes, father. Please. Look at me truly, at least once in my life." Sweat dampened his father's fur, as if he were resisting the urge to look his pleading son in the eyes. He did not give in. His father sat, trembling with the effort, but not turning himself to his only child. Aristides's body hardened, and he lifted a paw. "Alpha Pair, this is your pack. I am your willing warrior. A warrior of peace! And I am serving my duty." Aris's voice cracked, and ignoring the glazed, confounded look of his pack-mates, brought his paw down to the rocky mound he stood upon. A vibration shook what seemed the whole world; and everything went black.

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He's floating.
He found the way.
The paw went down,
but not without a sound.
Life 'twill be different now.
He was kicked out,
but not before a shout
of truth.
His story continues,
hear you might?
Forsooth, 'tis not a simple plight.
Can you take a fright?
Do you believe the sky-eyed warrior?
His story is not one of delight.
Though, it will not leave you the sorrier.
Look to the sky,
it's all there.
My,
you might even learn to care.


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Re: Viscet # 364 - ufa

Postby sashiyaki » Wed Jan 06, 2016 10:40 am

> I feel bad but I'm dropping out.. this babe is sooo cute but I don't have time. <
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Re: Viscet # 364 - ufa

Postby BlackWren » Wed Jan 06, 2016 11:30 pm

In the beginning there was only white.
White noise.
White fur.
Even a white sky...
Not a speck of color to be seen, trapped by the blindness of color.
Variations of grey mixed with the white as Aki's eyes gained pigment
but even know, his eyes betray him when exposed to too much light.
In his bright world he sees but two colors; red and blue.
They dazzle him, releasing him from his grey and white prison if only for a time.
Surrounded by color, Akira shines most.


Username;; Dave Egbert
Name;; Akira (also known as Aki)
Gender;; Male
Occupation;; Akira is a merchant.
He goes place to place selling items he's found and bought along the way for profit.
Occasionally, when he's found enough ore, Akira will make his own armor.
He borrows forgaries from others, but uses his own tools and ore to make his items.
Some say it's the finest armor around and despite its dark color it's brighter than polished steel.

Extras;; Will be adding soon <3
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Re: Viscet # 364 - ufa

Postby ilya » Thu Jan 07, 2016 1:14 am

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