fRICKIN RESUsername: james.
Name: Yael
Gender: female
5-10 word personality: admirable | benevolent | intuitive | loyal | patient | peaceful | empathetic | dependable
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Yael is kind-hearted but committed to her role as the guardian of souls. She's the one that the dead meet before entering either the frozen underworld or the vast region of the upper-plain. Where they go after their life has been left up to her by both Ugin and Tyramet, and she doesn't let a single soul sway the decision she makes. Yael is far from cruel and would never make a decision out of spite, but she would also never allow favouritism to get in the way of her decision either. Yael believes that every single decision she makes is the correct one, and she's very determined to continue that streak. Because of her role, Yael is a very lonely viscet which makes for a bit of an unstable mind at times. During the few moments of downtime throughout the day, she can be seen chatting casually to herself as if someone were right there beside her. It goes ignored by both Ugin and Tyramet, however... they trust her unconditionally, unstable or not. Bias doesn't exist in the viscet's mind — even if her own blood has to pass through for judgement. She would be able to make the call, whether good or bad, without a second's hesitation.
As uncaring as Yael may sound because of her role, she is probably the most empathetic and caring viscet in existence. If anyone has crossed her, all is forgiven. She is one of the very few who can forgive AND forget.
249Short story about the viscet:
The two stand in front of the black and white viscet; Tyramet with an undeniable pride written on his face, and Ugin with her exhausted but content features. She shifts to speak, but her voice fails her. Gold and silvers avert to the snow underneath the other's paws and she grants the Hell King silent permission with a tired nod. His pride wavers a bit at the obvious physical discomfort radiating from the Guardian, but he's granted with the duty of welcoming the new viscet into their world. The bone-armoured viscet places a gentle paw on Ugin's shoulder but never takes his piercing eyes from the one still standing patiently in front of them. It's obvious to him by the sad blue ready to take over the red of her eyes that she's sad for the Guardian, but she manages to keep her composure, which is something Ugin very much appreciates.
Tyramet removes his paw from the other's shoulder and takes a single step forward. Yael is shivering from the icy winds that are whipping around them, as is Ugin, but Tyramet's state of undeath keeps him wonderfully content in any environment. Normally, those who are living wouldn't be able to survive more than a few minutes on the desolate plain, but for their meeting, Tyramet is able to shroud them in a protective bubble of sorts. It doesn't stop the chill, however.
"Since our dearest Guardian is unable to do much because of her current state of unrest," the crimson viscet turns his head to glance at her with concern, "I will be doing the honours." His eyes are on the other female once more. "Do you know who I am?"
In an attempt to regain her bearings and fight back against her shivers from the cold, Yael inhales sharply before returning his gaze. Her eyes are bright red once again. The concern for the Guardian's safety is still fresh on her mind, of course, but she needed to be stronger than to allow her emotions to take over. For herself and for the Guardian. "You're Tyramet," she finally answers with a bold tone, "the King of this territory. I've heard stories, but this is my first time seeing you."
"Yes, of course it is." The statement is spoken as an agreement. "I don't leave my home very often. When I do, I'm shrouded from the gaze of others." He chuckles lightly, "could you imagine otherwise? I'd have just as many, if not more, fanatics as Ugin over there. But, I'm afraid they'd be the wrong type of fanatics. Sometimes she gets a bad egg herself, but mainly they are viscets wanting to spread her good name. Me, on the other hand..." He can't help but chuckle again while shaking his head. "That's another story, I'm afraid. You're here for a far greater purpose than to stand around listening to stories."
Yael keeps herself silent in fear of saying the wrong thing but she doesn't hide the smile that spreads her maw and Tyramet doesn't hesitate to match her smile with his own, though it's nearly impossible to see with the skull covering his face.
"There is another land mass, much like this one and Ugin's upper plain. It marks the exact center of Auwei. Very far away, very lonely, but also very important. We aren't very sure where the last Keeper went or what happened to him, but the island is currently overburdened with lost souls." He sighs with an obvious unease. Yael has to wonder if he and the other Keeper were close. "Ugin and I have been searching for another to take his place — there's no time to search for him, unfortunately. So a replacement is needed. Someone who loves unconditionally but also understands what needs to be done no matter what." He glances back at Ugin again as if to ask for silent permission, and she nods right back, tired eyes shutting for a few minutes.
"The decisions you've made throughout your life, Yael, have led you to this moment. A lot of viscets believe that their decisions have no effect on their future, but they couldn't be more wrong. Every single decision, no matter how insignificant, has a consequence. They all shape and create your destiny." The Hell King straightens his neck and puffs out his chest, nostrils flaring as the confidence swells through him. "And this, Yael, is your destiny. You will continue to make decisions for these lost souls. You will decide whether they come here and serve us, or live in paradise under the Guardian's watchful eye. Do you understand?"
A violent shiver rattles her spine, but it isn't because of the cold this time. She's so surprised and flattered that she can barely see straight, but she does well to keep both feet on the ground. She doesn't really want to make a fool out of herself after such a gracious and wonderful offer.
"I do understand. Tyramet, if this is what you truly believe is to be my destiny. Ugin, if you feel the same, I will accept this task, and I will continue to do so for as long as you think I am capable."
"Oh, dearest child." Ugin speaks with a cracked voice, surprising both Tyramet and Yael. "You are the most capable, and you will forever be capable of this task. There is no one better."
900Short story about other viscets you own or have permission to write about:
Weary and broken, Empire has absolutely nothing left to his name. At one point in time, he was a feared ruler who demanded respect from everyone around him without even speaking a single word. It seemed as though his rule would be never ending, as no one had the strength or courage to stand against him. As it so often goes, Empire's confidence and ego got the better of him, and he lost absolutely everything he ever held dear. He once had a mate; a family. He was the ruler of a very strong and flourishing empire, and it seemed as though it happened in the blink of an eye, he lost it all. Due to his own recklessness and miscalculations, he led his own army straight into the fray and he paid dearly for the ridiculous mistake. Being the selfish ruler he was, he wasn't even concerned about the safety of his own people, and he surrendered without a second thought. Instead of standing up and fighting back, he allowed his own people to be decimated right in front of his very eyes. Once they were done with his citizens, those who took over his empire focused on him.
Empire was stripped of his titles and banished to the savage wilderness.
He used to rule the world, and now he's nothing more than an insignificant speck on the world he used to call home. Now he spits at the very thought of 'home'. His home betrayed him, and even in his current state of brokenness, Empire is still too stubborn to admit his faults... At least to anyone else. Inside, he understands where it all went wrong. He's well aware of his flaws and what he needs to do to fix them, but he's afraid. He's terrified that his time is just about up, and there's only one other option. His final option is something that he never, not even when he first heard about this "deal", thought he would contemplate. Yet here he was, ready to take that plunge in order to get his life back on track. He would do just about anything at this point. So, he imagined it. With every bit of mental strength he had left, he imagined the place he read about. The vast ice world ruled by a crimson viscet and his hoard of demons... Did he really want to become one of them?
"Unfortunately, it doesn't look like you have any other choice, my dear." The voice causes him to shout a string of expletives as he clutches his furred chest and gasps.
"Was that really necessary?" He doesn't have the chance to look up yet, but when he does, the anger on his face dissipates into desperate relief. It was the crimson viscet he had only just imagined. "Oh... Oh, god. It's you. But how — I only just."
Empire is interrupted by the other viscet reaching down and lifting him by the scruff. The poor soul can barely stay on his own two legs, but he forces him to anyway. "Yes. It doesn't take long for me to appear when a soul is up for grabs. But at the moment, I'm really only interested in stronger souls. Give me a reason why I should take yours?" It's a lie, but he's interested in knowing how much Empire will actually give in order to gain undeath. Will he give his ego? That's all the Hell King is really interested in anyway.
"What?" His legs are trembling, as is his voice. The anger is apparent too, and that only causes Tyramet to shake his head in disappointment. Of course, this also causes a very negative reaction from the other viscet. He's ready to lunge at the King, but his legs finally give out and he's once again, just an insignificant speck. Silence can be incredibly loud sometimes, and this was one of those god-forsaken moments. The noise in his head was driving him insane and it doesn't take long for his back to heave with silent sobs. Tyramet allows a small smile to appear on his face before falling to all fours in order to be on his level.
"See now... Doesn't this feel much better? Why don't you tell me again, dearest. Why should I bother with your soul?"
Empire lifts his head to look into those terrible red eyes, tears staining the feathers along his cheeks. "Because I need a second chance. I don't deserve a second chance, but I need it. I need to make things right. I need to right my wrongs as best as I can. I know it won't be life, but it'll be close enough, and." A dry cough interrupts his statement, but he's soon looking back up into those red eyes again. "I need to find my family. I know they're alive. They escaped the terror, and I need to make things right."
Tyramet smiles again and releases a heavy exhale. "My dear, I was going to take your soul all along. Once you offer it up, there's no going back. As for your plan, well... We'll just have to see, won't we?"
859Your favorite experience in the community:
This is a difficult one... I've had so many incredible experiences within the community, but I suppose if I had to pick just one, it would have to be when I became staff. I never expected that my archivist job within the species would later lead me to a mod position, and then a nursery artist position. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be capable of creating batches out of the beautiful viscets that are submitted, but with the help of Mint Chip walking me through the process a bit during a join.me, I was able to understand so much better. I decided to give it a try, and somehow, I was accepted. Working all of these roles is a lot of work, but it's honestly so rewarding. As a regular community member, I never really spoke to many people because no one really had a reason to message me and vice versa, unless it was short-lived headcanons or conversations about breedings, but now I get messages almost every day. The messages have everything to do with archives and viscet-related things, but sometimes we get to chit-chatting about other things once the business has been taken care of, and it's just really nice to be able to make those kinds of connections with members of the community.
It isn't all about the perks or even just the fact that I can say that I'm staff... Joining the staff has brought me so much closer with the community and species as a whole, and I think that's pretty darn important if you ask me.
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