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Creative
Viscet name:
Rebel (though signs his work as Muse)
Viscet Gender:
Male

What does music mean to this Viscet?:
Particularly songs about change, or those that inspire change, move him. It's prompted him to choose the name Rebel for himself and to sign any work he does as Muse, in an effort to try to inspire that same feeling in others. He can feel it in his heart, that's the only way to describe it, he can feel the way

the world should be, artistic and grand and beautiful, and he wants to inspire people to help change the world to be that. Even if it's just inch by inch, even if it's just some art on the side of a building otherwise an eyesore or plain. He just wants to inspire people to be the people, the change in the world, that he knows they can be.

Favorite Song:
Hear the Sound by Eyeshine

A little about Rebel:
Rebel, despite the name he took for himself, is actually really sweet. He just wants the world to change for the better, he wants to see the time come where no one has to struggle for anything. He's a little idealistic. He's young, but he's got a passion for what he does. He's passionate about his art, and he's passionate about the future.
In general, Rebel can always be seen with a smile on his face, sometimes sketching down vague ideas of a piece in a sketchbook as he listens to music, either the ones in his own playlist or whatever's on the radio. He loves walking around the city, especially

on clear bright days. But he's not really one for parks though. They're nice to catch your breath on a bench, but he'd much rather be walking along the sidewalks.
Rebel is very much one who prefers the city over the forest, even if it means not being quite as wild of a viscet. But you can't exactly paint in the forest, so it's well worth the trade off.
Hardly a day goes by where Rebel isn't sketching to music or painting to it. At least once a month he'll venture out at night to a spot he had chosen before, a spot that is almost entirely void of color or anything bright. Usually this means buildings that aren't

well looked after, or sometimes walls that go along the roads. Somewhere they'll be seen, but not hurting where they are done. It's not really inconspicuous carrying around cans of paint, but he hasn't been stopped yet!
He loves listening to music as he paints, and he'll play the music that inspired a certain piece on repeat until he's done with it, painting with his front paws and even using his tail as a brush at times. It's a messy affair, but one he is all too happy to do.
When he's done, he wipes off his paws and tail as best he can on the rags around his leg and the one that covered his snout as he painted, and then scurry off to home, eager to see how it looks the next day in the sun.

[D-Send]

Going to post this question here so everyone has a level advantage but regarding extras would a story comic count as one extra?

[saka.]

Going to post this question here so everyone has a level advantage but regarding extras would a story comic count as one extra?

A comic would count as one piece by itself. I asked this question to Dissolve in PM, but forgot to post it on here for reference~

[D-Send]

Ok, that's good to know, thanks!

[Guzma]

Dropping out. Good luck to everyone else!

[WolfwithWings38]

Username: WolfwithWings38
Viscet name: Blackie
Viscet Gender: Male, Bisexual
What does music mean to this Viscet? (is it their job,hobby,passion,inspiration,etc...be creative!): He absolutely loves music since he could hear, He really loves party music too! His grandpa taught him his music wisdom when he was a visling (Did I say that correct?) He's in a band called Flying Wolves In Rain (Lead singer he's really awesome plus he can play guitar while singing!)
Favorite song: HIS JAM (plus it makes him think about his crush and him) DON'T PLAY WHILE READING YOU WILL GET DISTRACTED TO THIS AWESOME SONG! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6P9WXm2Mq0
Extra (obligatory): I LOVE PARTIES!! Sorry had a laps! Today I will be talking about how I met my crush! It all started when I was walking to a party, as I went in the door it was epic as usual! I went to take a drink when I saw a beautiful viscet! I stared walking causally trying so hard not to be suspicious, though it failed. I wasn't looking where I was going a bumped into him! I said sorry very out of breathe and he said "No it's fine!" and he went to sit on a chair. I took a cup and put a greedy amount of punch and grabbed an other cup and put the same amount and walked over and said "Here you go!" and took it and said "Thank you!" Oh I should note that I tend to say the obvious sometimes it's not intentionally though! So we chatted a little bit and then he asked "Would you like to dance with me?" and I of course say yes, and it flopped because we both don't know how to dance lol at least we tried! We laughed and he gave me a complement that I will never forget "Hey I like your feathers and your eyes!" I know I know it's a simple complement it's just everybody makes fun of me about that and my heart warmed because someone ACTUALLY likes those things! so I said "Thank you so much!" and he said "No problem!" Then it was late so we said bye and he said "I come here everyday so in case we run in each other I don't want to be a surprise!" "Okay I had fun today see ya!" "See ya!" and that's when we first met! Hope you liked that little story!

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Username:
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Viscet name:
Kayzo but most everyone knows him as 'Mute'.

Viscet Gender:
Male

What does music mean to this Viscet? :
Everyone has something that's special to them. Sometimes it's as simple as an item or gift, other time's it's people. The case is slightly different for Kayzo. The artistic lad loved to sing and play instruments, it was his passion and dream; and everyone who had heard his voice all collectively agreed he would be a singer. Though plans changed when Kayzo's support team or his parents you could say, died from a car accident. He went completely mute, and since then hasn't talked. For a while he thought his dreams were over, the lad was left undetermined and hopeless. Though on the radio one day he heard a different kind of music, it was upbeat and high energy, best of all it was a remix. A feel good type of song, something that made you want to get up and dance, and he absolutely loved it.

From that point on he devoted himself to mashups and becoming a DJ, and since Kayzo already had an ear for music he was quite good at his job. So it wasn't surprising when his career took off and he became well known, and the fact that he was Mute kind of gave some sort of edge, Mute even became his DJ name. He didn't use his disability as a fame seeking quality either, most just found it inspirational. Music always seemed to pull through for him, when one thing caused a problem it found a way to open a new door for him. So quite literally music has saved him.

Favorite song:
Sun & Moon




Personality:
Despite being Mute, the word quiet doesn't describe him well. Everything other than his voice is loud, clothing, music taste, even his expressions. Go big or go home is an accurate phrase to describe him, since nothing he does is forgettable. Every moment in Kayzo's life is special to him since he has learned to love every second of it, so everything to him is memorable. That being said he never forgets when people insult him, or compliment him. He remembers it all, wether that be good or bad. Once someone has broken his trust, it isn't easy to get back. Friendship is one thing Kayzo takes seriously, that being said the male only has a few close friends, who he has known for a while.

To most people who are on his good side the male is quite a prankster. He loves pulling practical jokes on everyone once in a while, and overall is a very comical guy. Even though he doesn't speak, his facial expressions and actions make up for most of it. The final side to him is the slightly rebellious part of him, like any teenager if a sign says don't do something he is always tempted to do it. Though he isn't like a bad boy or anything, Kayzo really does respect people and is never purposely rude.

History:
Imagine a picture perfect family, two happily married viscet and one bright ball of sunshine. Residing in a perky little neighborhood where everyone knew each other. Kayzo as a young viscet was a wild child, and constantly made himself stand out. Wether it be through his constant singing or helpful attitude he had a great reputation throughout the town. In fact it wasn't just him, his parents were successful doctors and had even saved the lives of a few people throughout their community.

Kayzo even had a talent, which seemed like a gift from the gods considering neither of his parents could sing. For being so young and never having singing lessons his voice was almost unbelievable. You could have asked anyone in the neighbor hood and they could confirm it, which just made December 18th even more of tragic day for him.

It was a usual day in their household consisting of Kayzo singing almost obnoxiously loud and his parents doing their best not to snap at him. Though today was slightly different, his parent decided as a treat they would take him out for ice cream. One of the tiny child's personal favorites. The ice-cream parlor wasn't too far, but far enough as to where they had to drive to get there plus it was decently late at night. On the way over Kayzo was as usual straining his vocal cords, but one of his favorite pop junky songs came on and the small boy couldn't resist himself. In an awful tone he belted out all the words, only to be constantly told to be quiet from both of his parents since it was 'causing a distraction'. Like a small rebellious child he continued to go at it, only to be scolded by his father who was driving the car. In the brief period of time his fathers eyes were off the rode, one of the most heart wrenching things occurred, it was almost in slow motion. They were at a stop light, and planning to go straight his father happened to miss a car that was running a red light.

It was too late by the time he noticed to do anything.

The rest was a blur for Kayzo, red and blue lights flashing, people screaming. "Mom what's going on?" No response. "Dad?" No response. He was taken out of the car by authoritative viscet, later finding out their car was slammed into by a drunk driver. Also finding out his parents had been killed, and by some miracle the terrified lad had survived.

For a while he blamed himself and fell completely silent, as if he lost the ability to speak, which in some aspect he did. Believing his voice caused the most loved people in his life to die, he from then on refused to speak.

Realizing now it wasn't his , but as a memento to them he continued to be mute.

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[Rescue2001]

Username: tomijojo
Viscet name: saunter
Viscet Gender: male
What does music mean to this Viscet?(is it their job,hobby,passion,inspiration,etc...be creative!): it means everything to him. it makes him feel alive. The rythem helps him focus on things. When he gets mad it helps him relax. It just helps him be him
Favorite song: he dosent really have a favorite he loves most of them the same ( the others he dosent like at all )
Extra (obligatory):

What he would mean to me:
he would mean alot to me cause he would be my first and I think he is so far one of the best/ coolest viscet I have seen so far . He is like perfect and he would be the best first viscet I ever will have the chance of getting. Thanks .

Hobby:
listening to music is indeed one of his hobbies but his other hobbie is art he loves to draw and make things that he can call his. His favorite art related thing would have to be either graffiti or drawing he just can't pick between them they just are so cool to him. The best thing is that his music helps inspire his art work .

[Agent_of_Lurking]

Username:LunarFern
Viscet name:Kimama
Viscet Gender:Female
What does music mean to this Viscet? (is it their job,hobby,passion,inspiration,etc...be creative!): Ever since Kimama was young she had a passion for the musical arts. She would sing her heart out every day she could. She wanted to do this as a full time job but, she know that the career in music was hard to get into, but she tried know that chances were low. So when the talent show came around she tried out and sadly did not make the cut. So she was heartbroken but she still tried and tried and tired and she didn't get any luckier, but she still won't give up on her dream and is still working towards it to this day!
Favorite song:Beautiful Now By:Zedd
Extra (obligatory): She is uncertain of her future and her past was nothing exciting she had a normal childhood with a few struggles here and there ,but she was no Mary sue story for sure.

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name ;; liron ["leeh-rohn", a
hebrew name meaning 'my song'].

gender ;; male.

favourite song ;; x

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my story.

The early morning sky was silver, speckled with clouds. Despite the clear weather, it was far from warm. Liron curled his tail tightly around himself, watching his breath form clouds of white every time he exhaled. This had become his usual morning routine, but it was always worth it. A sneeze broke the silence, and Linon pulled his tail closer to his nose, concealing his face. The last thing he needed was an illness. He stared at the back door of the shop. Thankfully, his thoughts were disturbed by footsteps, and the door burst open before him.
The human standing before him muttered some incoherent speech, and ushered Liron inside. He obeyed, enjoying the heat of the small building the moment it met his fur. Another sneeze escaped him, and he shook his head before taking a seat beside a large object concealed by a white cloth. The room was rather small. Other than the large object, it had several boxes and an easel. The walls were covered in colourful canvases. There was a door leading to the front of the shop. Liron knew the human spent a lot of time there. He had only seen it once, and it was an area full of art supplies like the human used herself.
The human was dashing around, as per usual. Liron could only wait patiently while she set up her shop. Several minutes later, she walked towards him, pulling the white cloth off of the object, revealing a piano. She pulled the stool out, and Liron eagerly took his seat. The human disappeared into the front of the shop once more, but Liron was more than content to be left alone now. He lifted his paws, placing them upon the keys. He ran his soft paw pads across, feeling every scratch and indent. It was impossible for him to play without his claws getting in the way, but the human never minded. Not once did she point out the damage he accidentally caused to the instrument. Liron had never seen her play it anyway. He held a sneaking suspicion that she only kept it for him.
While Liron occupied himself with playing, the human returned and resumed painting on her easel using her cloths and brushes. As he played, she sang along to his music, as she always did. Though he could never understand her human language properly, the melodies always sounded beautiful and reminded him of why he left his home.
Just as Liron was about to step outside, the human whistled to him. When he turned to look at her, she wrapped the cloth she had been using around his muzzle. Every breath warmed his nose, and the freezing air outside did not bother him.
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The street lights illuminated the darkness, turning everything around them a pale, dull hue of orange. Concrete felt cold under Liron's paws. All was silent, apart from the low, barely audible hum of life throughout the city. He had spent the entire day walking circles, praying to himself that this was merely a mistake. Yet he did not have the heart to go back to the shop and see it empty once more.
His thoughts occupied him so much that he barely noticed himself walk straight into another viscet. Their headphones were knocked off their head, and they snarled in annoyance. Liron opened his mouth to growl a retort, but stopped. Another.. viscet? He hadn't seen another viscet around the city yet!
"What?" they asked, looking at Liron's excitement in confusion.
"Uh.. Sorry. I'm Liron. I haven't seen another viscet around here."
"Ennek." they responded, slipping their headphones around their neck. "What are you wandering around at night for?"
Liron bit back a 'I could ask you the same question' response. "I don't really have somewhere to be anymore." Ennek looked rather exasperated, and let out a long sigh. She nudged Liron's shoulder. "Come on then, stop looking so lost and mournful, and let's get going."
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Liron slowly removed the headphones, being careful not to scratch them on his horns. Ennek took them from him. "So, what d'you think?" she asked. She seemed friendlier than before, which Liron found rather relieving.
"It's so different from what I'm used to. But I kind of love it. You really made it?" When Ennek nodded enthusiastically, Liron added, "I'm a musician too, y'know. Well, kind of. I play piano. But I don't own one."
"Well, we have a keyboard. Time to show me what you can do, right?" she said, leading the way out of the room. Liron followed, unable to hide his growing smile. "You sing at all?" she questioned. Liron laughed in response.
"No, not really. I don't have the voice for it. However, this human-" He fell silent. Ennek seemed to know better than to question him, and led him to a keyboard on a desk.
"Alright, mister musician. Show me what you can do."
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my music.

Music is Liron's passion. He was born a wild viscet, which notably limited his freedom when it came to expressing himself. At a fairly young age, he left home, and travelled to the nearest city. He found a human artist who cared for him over several years. A piano she owned allowed him to explore music, which he took an instant interest in. He taught himself, but enjoyed it more than anything he had discovered before. When the art shop his human ran shut down, he lost her. Another musical viscet known as Ennek offered him temporary sanctuary, which allowed him a chance to explore music further though her talent with music such as EDM, techno and dubstep. Her inspiration led him to recreate her songs on piano, something he still does to this day. He began to expand in his music, allowing him to earn enough money to obtain his own apartment in the city. Despite being born wild, he finally found his freedom.
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Ennek belongs to Gender Fluid. <3