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Oh oh
Res with like a koro-sensei type of personality
(Brownie points to whoever knows That anime)

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user;; Angelus Gaston
name;; Finnegan (Finn for short) Gaelic for Little Fair One.
gender;; Male

His looks are more often what people see first and often judge him before they get to know him. But there is lot more to Finn than just what’s on the surface. He can speak with and see ghost but cannot command them like Lemure can.

Comes across as cold and uncaring he doesn’t really worry himself with the small things in life, he lives day by day seeming to sooner watch life go by then taking any steps to interrupt its flow keeping a neutral base between himself and those around him. Unless the line is crossed or someone gets on the wrong side of him Finn pretty much just goes where he feels like.

Finn is generally a loner he has seen many people come and go in his lifetime and doesn’t seem to want to get close for fear of losing them. The few friend’s he does have he holds dear to his heart and will seek out there company only when he feels like it.
The few friend’s he does have get to see a side of Finn no one outside of his group ever get to see. A lover of music and stories he enjoys listening to the group as they sing and tell the stories of their travels or just the old sea farers stories that have often changed over times. He enjoys the song’s the humans sing and the music they play. He also finds amusement in the pranks which the ghosts often pull on any humans they see fit often joining in when the mood takes him.

If you look passed the coldness and color Finn really is a nice guy you just got to win him over first.




He wouldn’t have had a lot to do with Ama what with the older Viscet confused by the whole situation. What little Finn could remember was filled with music and play the older Viscet teaching the youngster to climb trees and play hide and seek (as well as steal) more of a friend than a father figure he didn’t look at him as anything other than a friend. Though at time’s he was often unpredictable when he found something he deemed his Finn never once blamed him understanding what the older Viscet had been through he often found himself wondering what he would have been like if none of it had happened.

Though Finn doesn’t share a lot in common with his father he still cares for him deeply and often wonders were at time’s he is when he isn’t were Finn last saw him Ama more a nomad than and stay at home Dad it’s one of the things he does admire the fact he isnt bound by one place. Finn try’s to stay within his own boundaries and also tries to keep any human’s away from disturbing his father’s piece.





Though she was confused and a little overwhelmed by the young Viscling she took some part in how he was raised (with a little ghostly help) though as he got older his care was left more and more down to the ghosts and Spirits which she controls. Finn doesn’t like the more evil ghosts and spirits his mother has control over choosing to avoid them as much as possible when he is in her company. He also doesn’t fear her like most would as he has often seen the softer side of her (mostly when there was no one else around).
Finn didn’t end up as corrupted as Lemure would have liked (thanks in part to a few of the ghosts) he does hold her short temper and fearlessness which often show’s if he is challenged, He can also be possessive of his territory though unlike his mother he only drives out the idiot humans who dare to enter instead of sending them insane. He left when he was old enough to look after himself loosing all contact beside's the odd ghost sent to check to up on him.

Though he does often fear what his father or mother thought of him with his relation’s to humans he wouldn’t let anyone get hurt be it human or his parents.




He was always fascinated by them from a young age he sneaking down late to listen to the tale’s they told around there fire and as he got older he had made a few friend's out of them who had taught him human things, though they never returned after their voyage out to sea it’s one of the reason’s he had choose to distance himself from them after he lost those he cared for scared of being hurt again by the loss of these men. He distanced himself for years refusing to interact except when he had to to eat ( unless he hunted but he had a taste for certain human food ) often staying out the way to listen which was easy with the ghost's and his looks.

The crew Finn is friends with know are special the only humans he has any real connection to they treat the Viscet as one of them after they caught him eaves dropping one night. He trust’s them enough to really let them get to know him but also respect him enough when he wants his space. They seem to read him thanks in part to the Viscet on there crew.

Most other humans seem to avoid the albino Viscet of put by his weird colour and appearance and also the ghosts who hang around him he doesn’t really know anyone outside this weird crew and those men he has lost.




The place was quite as Finn passed through what little noise there was was from the men on the docks, humans who lived aboard the ships who were moored there ready to leave when the crew had had the fill of the land or had gained the surplice they need to make there next trip. He had seen humans come and go for years from this same place many came and went and some never came back the few who did had tale’s to tell of the lands they had seen. Finn didn’t care much for them but he did for their stories listening on nights when the men told them round the fires.

The sudden sound of laughter caught his attention snapping him out of his thoughts his ears twitched towards the sound it was coming from the farthest part of the dock whispers from the ghosts further intrigued the Albino Viscet and he headed towards them.
A huge ship was moored there and the men were gathered around the fire they had set, he had seen these faces before the crew well none with the other humans and it’s what had gotten the ghosts panties in a bunch. He got closer listening to the stories they passed around most old sea farers stories he had heard before but he still enjoyed listening as they always changed. Laying out the way he turned as he heard footsteps coming from the other way the few crew who had gone in to the village returned his attention was caught by one of the four a young Viscet, dark in color with a shock of brown and red hair he walked beside a dark haired woman and two other men. He was more intrigued as the Viscet joined the group greeted as one of the men he seemed comfortable in the humans presence a brown colored ferret danced around his feet as he lay beside the men.

Finn tilted his head slightly as the stories stopped instead replaced by the soft sound of singing, it’s a voice he had heard often and the ghosts suddenly started to whisper louder, he growled lightly annoyed by their chatter he got up aiming to move closer he flinched as a twig snapped the ghosts vanished as the crew turned his way he was ready to fight if he needed, “you know you don’t need to hide” he heard the booming voice of the Caption as he spoke a smile on the old face coursing the wrinkles to show more “we know you listen every time we are here” he said looking at the bush the white Viscet hid behind. He relaxed slightly and took a step forward showing himself the grin from the men said it all they knew he had been there all along but never once pushed him, he sat on the side as the singing started up soon joined by the young Viscet Rogue he learnt a little about this strange crew.

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[illumié]

User;;
MoonPheonix
Name;;
Veandra (Vea)
Gender;;
Female

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Good Listener|Fearful|Gentle|Eager to learn|Friendly(limited)|Faithful|Open(limited)|Thoughtful|Compassionate|Dreamer

Though she is not able to see them herself except with magic, she has always had a connection to spirits and the supernatural. She is a deeply spiritual, closed-off viscet who chooses to know little of reality. She learns from experience and trial-and-error. She has a strong, ornate fear of other creatures which she doesn't quite understand, probably brought upon her by her parents. She rarely spends time in places she's not familiar with. But things that would scare normal beings, such as the sullen forest at midnight and the scraping of branches and the whispering wind bring her comfort, as she was often lulled to sleep by these things when she was a viscling. She treasures sounds above anything else, and when every now and again a dead quiet falls upon her world, she purposely creates it once again. However, she can tell when a noise is out of place in her environment, say when another moving creature shakes the branches in the forest her mother resides. Very few living creatures enter her territory, ominous as it is, but on the occasion they do Vea scratches on a tree or gravestone to block out the noise of the intruder. This normally scares them away as well, which she is very thankful for. She has no fear of creatures she knew when she was young, however, like her father and mother, as well as a Blackbird named River that she healed. She simply doesn't think of them as other creatures, she more feels like she is a part of them. Her mother and father who birthed them, and the blackbird's feather she entwined in her wand to give it power. She has a deep spiritual connection to the world around her and is a talented spell caster. She can call upon the spirits of beings from spiritual strands that run all through the air, which are physical white strings to her. However, she cannot see these beings for whatever they once where, only as a bright ball of white light that speak to her in whispers that tell her of both the horrors and joy that befell them. They speak of emotions she herself knows she'll never feel. She feels a lot of compassion towards the dead, even if she would've feared the being alive. As long as she doesn't think of things as physical beings, she gets along with them well and is always accepting and kind. She enjoys comforting them and loves to hear tales from when they were alive. She listens well to what each has to say and is very open to their different ideas. The way every single one of them experiences things in such different ways intrigues her. She wishes to one day see the world like the spirits do.

My compassionate half

(205/500)

Even though he is another creature, she thinks of him simply as one half of herself. She's rather small for her age as well, less so but it still sparks a similarity between them. If she weren't similar to her parents, she'd probably look at them like she does any other creature: like something that could harm her. His open heart and eagerness to learn makes her feel quite close to him. She looks up to him and wants him to look fondly on her. However, his short temper and thieving nature makes her slightly wary to him and she doesn't spend much time in his company. She'd rather have him look on her fondly from afar. His love for music does sometimes bring her next to him, and every once and awhile she finds herself listening with him. All the sounds that a simple piece of shaped metal or wood can make intrigues her so, so much. He has also taught her a lot about the complex emotions of other things, which she's very glad to have as spirits can easily be rubbed the wrong way. She owes a great amount to her parents.

My spiritual half

(160/500)

As a viscling, Lea spent a bit more time in Lemure's care than Amadeus's, and learned a lot of the spiritual world from her. Lemure also learned how to scare away unwanted guests, which Vea is ever thankful for. Lemure also taught her almost everything she knows about communing with spirits. Since spirits have filled Veandra with so much knowledge, she is also greatful for this. She doesn't care that neither of her parents where there for her often. She knows what personality lays deep in her mother's heart, and is very compassionate towards her. However, the personality Lemure wears as a mask can sometimes be too much for her, causing her to quickly flee from her mother. She comes back in due time though and acts like nothing ever happened because she wants to be strong for her mother. She has great respect for both of her parents, and feels like she has an obligation to make them proud.

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Like any other creature she knows little of, she has an unconditional fear of them. But of all moving creatures, she fears them most. She only knows them to be truly evil beings with every intent on hurting anything and everything in their path. The spirits often talk of these beings as double-crossing, no-good beings that care only about themselves, and her parents have said the exact same thing. Normally she would at least be interested to know every detail of what a thing is like, but they scare her way too much and she'd rather be ignorant of the atrocities they've committed. She plans to avoid them at all costs so she won't have the fate her parents the spirits' had. She's not even quite sure what they look like.

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Veandra was crouching in the midst of the dense forest, listening to the familiar rustle, crunch, and snap of her home, when she heard a faint noise that she'd never heard before. Her curious viscling mind getting the better of her, she quietly crept closer to the new sound. Under a large oak on the edge of a riverbank lay an odd black mass.

"What could it be?" She thought to herself.

As she watched it, it moved slightly and she suddenly tensed as a new thought formed in her mind,

"Will it hurt me?"

She sat hidden beneath the trees for several long minutes. It seemed to be... in pain? It was flopping in a way similarly to when she'd gotten a paw full of thorny plant when she was even younger. She remembers clearly how she couldn't focus on or feel anything but pain. Surely other creatures would feel the same, and thus be too occupied to attack. She slunk up to the pitch-black lump and looked it over. It was fluffy, she supposed, its tufty body seeming similar to a dandelion's. She could make out a few other things she knew about, it appeared to have eyes, some stick-like appendages protruding from its lower half that could be used for walking, as well as a stick lodged on one side of it. This stick, however, looked out of place on its body and appeared to be drawing blood, which Veandra knew was supposed to be kept in the body as her mother had told her after the thorn incident. She poked at the stick curiously, and the creature made a sudden shriek that caused Vea to jump back hastily. Then she remembered how she had felt when she'd pulled one of the thorns from her paw and stepped beside it once again.

"I'm sorry," she said, trying her hardest to copy the exact tone her father had used when he told her about the statement.

"You say "I'm sorry" when you do something that was wrong," she explained to it.

The creature only wiggled again in response.

She spoke again, "You're in pain. Don't worry, I've felt it too. And I know what to do to make it stop."

She lifted it up gently in her paws, and it gave her a look she knew well. "You're afraid too? I'm here to help, so please don't be afraid."

Then she suddenly remembered something.

"You need a name!" She said excitedly.

"Names are always given to things that have none," she beamed. "I've never gotten to name something before. Things normally already have a name. Hmmm..."

She scanned their current surroundings.

"Names are often given are from things that already have a name... so since I found you next to the river, I'll call you River too!" She smiled warmly at the newly named creature in her palms.

"I'll make your pain go away as fast as I can, River! I promise!"