[ArizonaT3a]

Username: Akemi-chan
Name: Aspen
Gender: Male
Personality: Aspen is very mundane, or at least he believes he is but really he is just shy and is afraid to get overly excited.
Two friends: November and Dipper -

wip <3
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[avriie]

EDIT
just realized i made a separate post for the form
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sorry

[MotherMother]

Username: MotherMother
Name: Masamba
Gender: male
Personality: (The personality will be used throughout the form so make sure its something you can keep consistent!) Masamba is a wise old man. He is quiet and observant, always watching over his family. Though he is mostly peaceful, he will protect his family at any cost.
Masamba is often asked for advice, in which he will tell just enough to hint at a result, leaving the viscet to use his own mind to interpret the riddle into further actions. Masamba is very trusted and highly honoured as the quiet king to the group, though he doesn't actually hold any power. And he doesn't want it, because he is happy where he is and has no hunger for any type of ruling or domination.
Because he is often sought out for advice, many problems come his way. And though he tries to help and then let the viscet work it own on his or her own, he struggles with knowing how to relax. Despite being one of the calmest viscets known, he is always chasing after serenity, something that always eludes him. This leads to a deep mourning in Masamba, who grieves for his lost innocence. He just wants to relax a little, enjoy life, take a deep breath. But another urge within him makes him determined to help others. Inside him, there is war. It feels hopeless to search for inner peace.
Two friends: (Tell me about how they met these two friends, can be one story or two, must be more than 200 words with a total of 800 altogether.)
"Masamba," she called gently, approaching the quiet spot he frequented. There came no reply, but she knew how to be patient. Soon the tall grass rustled and from it emerged a viscet weathered down by stress. She could see the weight on his shoulders, the tiredness in his eyes. He smiled softy, running a paw over his messy mane to make himself look at least decent.
"A young viscet has asked for you," she explained. "He says he's having some life problems. Won't say what, but he'll tell you."
"Send him over," he waved, and plopped down in the protective shade of the oldest oak tree. Soon he was joined by a perky young lad, whose eyes drooped with sadness. "Masamba," Benjamin blurted out, "please help me, I'm lost inside my own mind." His voice cracked, and lips trembled. He was desperate for the wise viscet to guide him, and waited impatiently for a reply.
Masamba regarded him with a weary eye. "You seek something I cannot give,"
Ben's heart dropped, and he opened him mouth to argue but was silenced by Masamba's voice. "You seek the answer. I do not know to what, but either way I am unable. I don't know the answer, but I can help you on your journey."
Benjamin didn't realise he was holding his breath until he gasped. He felt light like a feather, and a bit dizzy. "Ok, yes. The journey, that works. You'll help me, then?" The nervous viscet asked. His anxiety was eating him.
When Masamba nodded, Ben began his story.
"I don't know what to do. Every day I see things, things that nobody wants to see!" His breath was short and his fur was getting ruffled. He explained how he worked with working dogs in disaster situations like bombings. "We help viscets, pull them out from the rubble, but it's not always a positive find. Sometimes there's no survivors. And the families... well, the families come to us! They cry and weep, beg us to search harder! And when we try to tell them what they don't want to hear, they get mad. Mad and extreme sadness for someone they lost. I see this every day. I'm trying to help them, can't they see that?!" His voice rose to a shout. He took a breath and gathered himself. "I don't know if I can keep doing this." He whispered. After a long pause he looked up at Masamba, who was in deep thought. Ben slumped as he waited for the answer, mentally exhausted from the confession.
Masamba gazed up at the sky. " 'We'... you refer to your dog?"
Benjamin nodded. "Charcoal my best friend."
Masamba sat back, satisfied with the conclusion he was brewing up in his mind. "And how does Charcoal feel about all this?"
Ben glanced away, digesting the thought.
"Don't you think," said Masamba thoughtfully, "A dog is not fit for that kind of work? They have weak hearts."
Ben whipped around to face him, eyes sharp. "Don't you dare! Don't you..." he growled angrily, struggling to collect himself. He fidgeted with his paws to calm down. "Not my Charcoal. His heart is stronger than mine, stronger than yours. He can find a survivor faster than anyone." He sneered, anger threatening to bubble up again. To his dismay, Masamba didn't stand up to fight with him, which for some reason Ben really wanted. Perhaps he wanted an outlet for all his stress. This thought had occurred to Masamba. He smiled.
"I know," he breathed in a voice which was gentle like a breeze, more powerful than a thunderstorm. "And now you see something that was in front of you for the first time. Your companion has always been there for you, provided a shoulder that you didn't lean on because you were blind of it. Well now you see. You have a friend next to you through the whole ordeal."
Benjamin met his eyes.
"And you have a friend in me." Masamba stood and took him in his arms. As he did, something caught his eye. A black nose poked through the grass, and a tail swung side to side behind it. Charcoal burst into the scene, covering Ben in affectionate licks, letting him know how much he missed him. Ben laughed, feeling the stress seep away. Masamba wondered how Charcoal found Ben, but quickly remembered he was trained to sniff out viscets.
Charcoal approached Masamba eagerly, and he scratched behind his ear. The dog curled up beside him and licked his hand. Ben laughed. "You got another friend," he smiled. Masamba looked up at the viscet who stood taller now that he'd had a breakthrough. The old viscet nodded, flashing a toothy grin that gave a glimpse of young happiness.

[Stårry]

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[avriie]

Username: Wolffy Paws
Name: Naktis
Gender: Male
Personality:
Naktis is very calm and tolerant. He's always happy to be around family and close friends. Only close friends though, since this viscet is a little paranoid.

Two friends:

Naktis met Roman in a park. It was Saturday and he was wandering around looking for some inspiration of what to do that day. The viscet looked all around the park. He observed the bark of a tree, he clawed into the dirt with his hind legs, anything to give him an idea of what to do. Naktis nearly even fell into the duck pond, but only his antlers got wet. "I'd better wash myself when I get home," thought Naktis, "because even though the water only got onto my antlers, it still smells. I'll have to just leave them for now." The viscet decided to collect a few pebbles and stones before heading over to a coffee shop. He ordered hot chocolate, since he didn't like coffee, before he sat down outside. Smoke from the drink rose into the air, seeming to dance around. All of a sudden, an idea hit Naktis. He could draw this, or something like this. That would keep him occupied for a bit. While he drew, the hot chocolate could cool down, so that when the viscet had finished drawing he could drink the hot chocolate without it burning his mouth! Naktis was so pleased with himself for coming up with that idea. He was wearing a backpack, (he often wears it) and pulled it over his shoulders. Then he pulled on the zip and pulled the sketch book and pencil he'd bring with him if he was ever bored. The viscet flipped the pages until he found a blank page and drew a square. Next he drew a shape that looked more like the cup over that. Above that, he drew an oval. Afterwards, he added more detail to the picture. After his wrist started to ache a little, he stopped drawing. The viscet looked down at the picture he drew and was pretty proud of it. Especially how similar the cup's logo. It looked so much like the real thing, with the paw the perfect shape and size and the banner in front of it had the right folds and the text looked like the same font as the text on the logo. It read "STARWOOF'S COFFEE AND COCOA". As Naktis took a sip of his drink he realized it was hotter than he had expected it to be. Putting the cup down, the viscet noticed another viscet was watching him, more specifically the viscet on the table to his left. As soon as Naktis turned his head to the left the viscet on the table to the left stopped looking at him. Naktis, being his paranoid self, started rocking his chair back and forth, worried. Who was watching him? Why? What wee they planning to do to him? There was a tap on his shoulder. Naktis turned around, frightened. The other viscet stood right in front of him. "I just wanted to apologize for scaring you. I didn't mean to, I just liked your picture. I'm really into art," he said quietly. Naktis could tell from his voice that he really meant it. He prepared himself to speak. "It's okay, I f-forgive you. I-I'm Naktis," He said, face suddenly burning with embarrassment and fear. The response was "I'm Roman,". Then Roman asked if he could do a quick sketch. He drew a rabbit, and it looked amazing. The two started showing each other art techniques. I think I will let you "sketch" what happens next.
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Jade was met in the woods. It was autumn/fall Naktis had decided to go for a walk that day and thought that the woods would be a great place to go to. When he was there, he stood still for a while, admiring nature's beauty. Soon, Naktis decided he should walk on. He soon came to a small yet pretty clearing, and wanted to draw it but another viscet was sat on the bench he was about to sit on. She seemed to read his mind as she moved over a little and stuttered "Y-Yeah, you can sit down here i-if you l-like," Naktis was too scared to say anything so signed "thanks" and sat down. He put his sketch book, which he had been carrying, on his lap and was just about to draw when the other viscet blurted out "M-May I have a piece of p-paper and borrow y-your pe-pen?" Naktis nodded and carefully tore a page out. He handed that and his pencil to the other viscet. She quickly sketched a leaf she was holding and then labelled a few parts. The viscet handed back the pencil, and as she did so, said "Th-Thanks. Also, I'm Jade," Naktis plucked up the courage to speak and nervously said, "No p-problem, I'm Naktis," The two engaged in awkward conversation, which soon became less awkward.
[226 (including stutter-starters)]

[574+226=800/800]

[WolfwithWings38]

Username: WolfwithWings38
Name: Jake
Gender: Male
Personality: (The personality will be used throughout the form so make sure its something you can keep consistent!) He has an HUGE ego and he loves to food, and he can be an huge jerk 99% of the time he is actually very kind. He says that his only intentions is that to be funny and act like a fool almost all the time, he says that it's very funny to him to act like an idiot almost all the time. Soooo that's him in a nutshell. Oh wait I also forgot to mention that he also argues and thinks he knows everything, again that's because that he wants to act like an idiot. But sense that he is older people think that's an excuse...... (Jake's also a HUGE show off)
Two friends: (Tell me about how they met these two friends, can be one story or two, must be more than 200 words with a total of 800 altogether.) He has a pet doberman named Rex (He called him Rex because he acts like a t-rex most of the time) they are basically the same. Rex loves food and would do anything for food. And Rex is extremely playful and Jake always says that it always seems like Rex is well acts like he's the boss or in other words has an ego just like Jake. Rex likes to also to destroy things that Rex doesn't like or care about... Rex also loves to make trouble when Rex feels lonely or if Rex is angry though it's also to get Jake's attention or to seek someone else's attention if they're in a public place or if there's a guest in a house when he knows he supposed behave and stuff like that. How Rex feels about Jake is that he's a very kind and trustworthy owner and would do anything for Jake as a dog could! Jake likes his dog a lot and feels like his dog is the best dog in the world! (Even though Rex can be a pain) And Rex has now developed a new habit, it's to get all the neighborhood dogs wild upped by barking then they all go destroy anything in sight All, Night, Long. And in the morning they destroy all the flowers that Jake's grandma put 1 day and 5 hours worth of effort all to a waste in her HUGE garden house then when Rex gets back home, he's all dirty, Jake get's upset and so do the neighbors, and he has to take Rex a long bath and then Jake forgives Rex because he knows he's innocent and yeeeah ....... And When Rex doesn't do that while Jake's asleep, he basically barks all night long until 1:30 in the morning, but the good thing is, is that Jake is a heavy sleeper the bad thing, is that the most of the other neighbors AREN'T heavy sleepers sooo they do get quite the few complaints about these two things, hopefully Rex will get over this habit soon or the landlord is gonna say goodbye and it was nice knowing ya! Or the police is going to get involved, and those two things don't have very happy endings so Jake is praying that these things won't happen.... Rex in a nutshell is just one crazy dog that wants nothing else to do but love his owner and cause trouble and how Jake thinks of that is a bit anger inducing and lovable and he doesn't care what other people think about his dog! The next friendship is with a viscet named Chris (I own him) and they are good friends, but they have a looot of arguments that make them angry at each other and hold grudges against each other for at least 3 weeks, then it's fine and then they forgive each other, though they do also do waaaay over the top pranks on each other (mostly Chris, but Jake does them a lot too) but they do care about each other and they're pretty good pals but most of the fights do get a little crazed like for example they'd argue about which game is better and they'd get upset with each other just because it's they're opinions and they actually take the fights seriously but after about 3-2 weeks or sometimes even after the fights they realize how stupid the arguments were and forgive each other. But there is this pet peeve that Chris has, and it's Jake's dog and how crazy his behavior is, and so he always says to him replace your dog and even though Jake almost always says I don't care what you think about my dog he usually gets hurt and offended by what Chris says because Jake thinks that it's mean to do that to any animal and he would never replace him because that dog is special to him and so Jake personally feels like he can never forgive Chris for saying that even though he doesn't even know that Chris is only joking (even though he finds it really annoying) and actually really likes his dog and wishes he has Rex but other than that, it's honestly a really great friendship. Chris also finds the fact that Jake likes to make a fool out of himself, quit annoying and it does cause most of the arguments sooo yeah.
I worked so hard to find out that I failed, so I'm sadly dropping out... I'm never gonna drop out again after this but I did a flop and I'm sorry but I would like say that I LOVE this dude and congrats to who ever wins him and if anyone gets a HM or a RU!

[stoneleaf]

Username: Stoneleaf
Name: Vita - Latin for "Life"
Gender: Male
Personality: Distant, neutral, lowkey desperate, yet affable and friendly.
Two friends: First friend is Kleine <3.
Deep in a large forest, a few tribes of Viscets lived coexisting peacefully. Not many fights broke out between tribes, and if that did happen, it usually wasn't major. In one of these tribes, however, all was not peaceful. At least, not for Vita.
The hasty, distrusting, and hushed whisperings started when Vita had become of adolescent age. When he was born and up to now, his antlers had been dormant. Now they were beginning to protrude and grow, a rounding curve already starting to take shape. While he had taken a liking to them, his tribe mates did not. Who he thought were his friends no longer wanted to assosciate with him, and that included a majority of his tribemates. Even when Vita would play or talk with another, it was always one-sided. in addition, each and every time he tried to approach the others, they instinctively took pawsteps backwards. A Viscet with a rare mutation was unheard of in his tribe, so not only was he the odd one out, but his tribe leader and the others began to speak of a bad omen. Sidelong glares and glances and social isolation was what Vita got from his tribe instead of a sense of family and community. Once the murmurs of his antlers started, they only grew, taking after the antlers themselves. He was now classified as a bad omen, and now not even parents would want to be near. They'd been persuaded and eventually agreed that he was an omen, and a bad one at that. It was enough to send Vita to the point where he knew that if he left his tribe for a while, he wouldn't be too terribly missed. If he came back at all, his antlers would be so large, and he might even come home with someone else. He finally left his tribe, in search of another Viscet- tribe or not.
For a while he traveled, and soon he was coming upon the scent of someone, farther away. Before that scent was that of prey. Vita found them soon after, a small group of deer in a clearing of trees. Usually, at the sight of a Viscet, they would scatter and run, but they did not. Vita didn't know why until he cocked his head, feeling the weight of his antlers. He'd befriended deer just by sharing a common trait! For that night, he slept there, deciding to travel once more tomorrow.
He pushed on to the scent of that single Viscet, stopping when the scent dropped off. No-one was here, until it came bounding out from bushes nearby. A young, brightly furred fellow slid to a stop near him. Donned with a misty mane, she looked eager to see him. Mutated, like he was!
"Wow, sir!" she said breathlessly and loudly- as if she couldn't hear herself- looking up to his antlers. When her gaze shifted, her body straightened. "How'd you do that?"
"What?"
"You brought prey with you! You've saved my tribe!" she looked up to him with bright eyes.
Turning round, Vita noticed the group of deer from last night followed him, standing not far back.
"Magic," he joked.
She seemed to believe it: her eyes going wide and ears angling. "You've got to meet my father!" she began to bound nervously away, leaving Vita no choice but to follow, bonding as they went, admiring her mane and eyes. Soon, other viscets appeared. They were all... too thin. So was the youngster, nervous now; shooting off questions about him. Her tribe was starving, he accidentally saved them. [598/800]

Second Friend: Tempête De Neige!
Before meeting Kleine, still in the early days of his journey, Vita met another Viscet. Or, rather, she found him. In the winter season, still journeying, Vita hadn't expected the bitter cold, but toughed it out. He slept in the driest places he could find, but soon got snowed out. Then, in an attempt to scope out another place to rest for the next night, he pushed through high, soft snow, and soon found that it was more fun to play than to search. Even without a journeying buddy, Vita had fun in the snow by himself. Jumping around and piling snow was fun, although it was too soft to compact and make anything.
As he played, he heard the faint tinkle of bells. He stopped and looked around, antlers showing above the snow. A few minutes, and nothing. He continued to play, but was not expecting something shooting out from the snow to knock him down. Another Viscet! She was white, blending in with the snow, with pretty eyes and jingling bells!
"I thought you were a lone deer!" she said, smacking him lightly.
He playfully shoved her off and into the snow, shaking his antlers with a grin. "Game on." [+202 = 800/800 words]

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name. maplehawk age. twenty moons rank. warrior sexualit
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t names. hawkkit - hawkpaw scent. crisp autumn leaves tale
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[grifforik]

This will end in two days, was asked for an extension and I don't mind giving it

[~Ash Wolf~]

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