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I can try to do some art or something...
Pm me!

[quitted;]

HOLY CHEEZITS.




Not entering..... just watching. Man, this gon' be goooooood!!!

[corgiboy]

Kill me. I must consentrate on one viscet at a time but this is a babe so I might as well XD forgive me

Username:steampunkalec
Name: sail
Gender:male
Just Do It!!! (don't let your dreams be dreams!)
Ideas (please no steal)
Theme song; sail
Going to be a exscapey from a experiment
definetly going to have a mixture of jarrasic park
(rewatching all movies cause ima dweeb for dions)
*pull out my old dino notbook*
Ect

[cvpidxpng]

Mark! I have no connection, so down fret about me joining!
BUT HOWLING THIS BABE IS PRETTY!
I may be able to do art and stuff

[DarkestWerewolf]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Personality:
Theme song:
Just Do It!!! (don't let your dreams be dreams!)

RES

[Xelinator]

oooohhhh I'm such a dinosaur nerd but I'm already in an impress me ;-;
Possible res if I can shovel enough time into it <3

[Hyllin]

Mark

[~IceFang~]

"Fear Not Whom That Can Harm Your Body"

Username: IceFang

Name: Armageddon, AKA The Mercenary. (We Will Use "Armage, or "Geddon" Here, Since His Name is Repeated. Never Call Him That, Either To His Face or Not. He has His Sources.)

Name Meaning: Doomsday.

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Personality:
Outside: Cold, Hard, Blunt, Stubborn, Quick Thinking, Independent

Cracking the Shell: Softer, Caring, Merciful, Understanding

Inside: Lonely, Sad, Just Wanting A Little Attention and Appreciation

Likes:
A Mission Complete
Anything High Danger, Life Risk
Bladed Weapons
Concealed Weapons
Assassination Plots
Conspiracy Theories
A Good Fight
The Forest
Tai Chi
Doing What he Wants, When He Wants.

Dislikes:
Weaklings
Laziness
Procrastination
Cute Stuff
Nuisances
A Buyer whom Will Not Pay Up
Ordinary Robbery
One Who Takes Advantage
Show Offs
Amateur Liars
People Who Give Him Nicknames

Story:
If you can wheedle this information out of him, you are giving up your life to hear the story of a lifetime.
When he first hatched, his parents were disgusted. They tried to hide it, but the mutated, terrifying viscling was too much. In the cover of thick fog, they abandoned the month old Geddon in a junkyard, to live or die, they did not know, nor care. This was the beginning of a life, twisted and cruel. No one can blame him

Because of his odd look and the place where he lived, other visclings would stare, point, and whisper when they passed his cave made with junk. He did not go to school, as he was alone, and free to do what he wanted. That was just the beginning. Armage could hear all this, and he knew. When he tried to defend himself with words, they laughed as the ringleader, a tall, teenage Viscet, nameless here forevermore, shot back insults. They apparently called this "Burned", or "Roasted", and always with smug "ooooooooo"s and laughter. He always stalked into his cave and burned away his anger by shadowboxing and training gruesome hours with the broken junk he found, and sort of fixed, or adapted.

Then, it became physical, although the words were hurtful enough. When the leader came sauntering after school, he would stop at the junkyard, and call out "Coward," "Weakling," and "Mutant." They would taunt him until he came out, fueled by his anger, and stand, seemingly calm, but boiling inside. One day, Armageddon couldn't hold it in. It was a particularly bad day, the words spoken with pinpoint accuracy and hurting with every syllable. "Your Parents Left You!" Were the slashing, cutting, shearing words that flew at him, razor sharp, and cut into his skin, so deep that it tore away the thick skin Geddon had spent years building up, and let loose all his rage.

He lunged like a tiger, whom after years of being trapped and abused, was set loose upon his tormentors. He flew upon them, blowing apart the west wall of the shelter in his fury. He was blind to everything else. Vikings once called this "Beserking," when a warrior lost all control and would fly upon the enemy, not caring about numbers or strength, and slay endlessly, even after receiving mortal injuries. Armageddon thought only of making them pay for all the years of torment, to give them a taste-and more- of their own medicine.

During his rampage, he first crashed into the ringleader, knocking all the breath out of the cocky viscet. Then, he proceeded to use all his skills he had practiced for years secretly, using all of them now in a deadly combination. I will spare you the more gruesome facts here. Armageddon, after landing on the Leader and starting to pummel him, was set upon by some of the more loyal members of the gang. They buried Geddon under them. The weight of the curshing bodies, the claws and teeth that tore into him, was all in vain, as the crazed animal was unstoppable.

Armageddon knew that, to make the Ringleader pay, he had to humiliate him. And he couldnt do that with the other cronies hanging around, ready to "help" out their Alpha when he needed it. So, with not much ado, he had dispatched all of them, sweeping the legs out from under some, and Thankfully for the gang, they did not die, but were seriously wounded, and all disabled, some unconscious, others winded and weak.

Advancing on the fallen leader, he raised a foot and put it on the others' chest, a sign of dominance, and Geddon looked him straight in the eye. After futile attempts to squirm free, the leader finally looked away, and he won the battle of wills. Without a word, he snapped a picture with one person's phone dropped in the shuffle and still open, and sent it out to all the contracts, the final nail in the coffin. Then, silently, he turned and left, not only the scene, but the area, wandering.

Unfortunately, the whole incident was caught by an old lady viscet that was returning from a nice day at her friends. Terrified at the monster like youngling beating up a gang, she called the police. They arrived and received the gangs version, twisted and bent to make it seem like Armageddon was the true, unprovoked villain. The squad of law quickly tracked Armageddon down, and locked him up.

He was sentenced to years in a cage, with no one else but his own thoughts.
Escape
Withdrew
Trained
Revenge
Traveling

Songs:
Anthem Of The Lonely- Nine Lashes
Phoenix - Fall Out Boy-Nightcore
Centuries - Fall Out Boy
Monster - Skillet

Quotes:
"Fear Not Whom That Can Harm Your Body, But Rather, Him Who Can Take Your Soul..."
"Revenge is Sweet."
"I Only Restore Balance... And The World Is Tipping Precariously One Way."
"A Fox That Fights And Runs Away Lives to Fight Another Day."
"I Have a Name. Use It in its Full."

Hobbies:
Polishing and Collecting More Weapons
Practicing His Skills
Woodcarving

Job:
Mercenary

Accessories:
A chain, previously used to tether him to the ground, around his neck. He has kept it all these years in good quality, and he considers it as a trophy.
Black ankle and wrist bindings, made of cloth. The bindings are used for reinforcing his forearms and calves when he is running or using his arms for strength. They don't cover his ankles and wrists, but they do help strengthen them.
Wolf Skull, from the wolf he killed in his youth. When escaping, he had met and killed a wild wolf. Afterwards, he took the skull, and put it on his head as a fearsome mask. The mask hide his features, making him both anonymous and highly known and feared for his trademark.

Preferred Weapon:
Dual Katanas in a Cross Sheath over His Back and Chest

Mission Log:

Moscow, Russia. January 31st, 2016. 0200 Hours.

I crossed over into the city. The locals seem unsuspicious, but what can you know. I approached the targeted building, carefully playing up my disguise with fake back fur, contacts, and a lavish dressing, like a czar. I just hoped no one could see the points of the knives, or the dagger that hung from my belt, tucked into my tunic.

Relationships With:

Leopold:
When

Orchid:


Kurian:
Geddon is tolerable with the gentle artist, but he looks down upon viscets like her, due to their plain, calm ways.


Ryft:
Armageddon is Probably The Only Viscet That Dislikes Ryft. Geddon met him in a marketplace, bazaar of sorts. He was at first tolerant of the dark-looking Viscet, but when Ryfts true nature showed, Armage disliked him even more, for tricking him ("I Saw Through His Act At Once."), he was quickly annoyed by the joking, prankster Viscet. The crowning jewel, however, was when Ryft blew his cover on an Assassination mission.


"But Rather, Him Who Can Take Your Soul..."

WIP

Credit:
"Escape" Story Art - Howlingtothestars.


Note: Base Tan - #5c4125
Color layer 1 - #4f3820
Color Layer 2/"Sail" base - #3e2916
Color Layer 3 - #352415
Darkest - #0a0606

Inner Eye - #e7bb42
Outer Eye - #c49409
Scales - #b8de82
Paws - #a68787

[T h e M a r t i a n]

Ran out of time be cause of a trip... ;~;

[goosey1238]

Username: Goosey1238
Name:Max
Gender: male
Just Do It!!! (don't let your dreams be dreams!)