[padaleckii]

Link to Round One Form: x
Name: Bayard
Gender: Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes: Male
Personality:
It comes to no surprise that the former king of a fallen kingdom would be very troubled. Bayard is constantly restless and on edge. He is always very anxious and tense, as he doesn't ever believe he is safe anymore. Bayard feels like a let down, a disappointment. He knows in his heart that he failed his kingdom. It used to be the greatest and most wealthy kingdom there was, but he was weak and a coward. He didn't help his army to fight the archers they brought, he didn't defend his people against the raiders. He ran. He retreated and brought some of his best men to protect him as he fled. Bayard kicks himself for letting himself for that. He angers himself and gets frustrated about thinking about that decision he made. He downgrades himself to the point that he gets depressed and runs away until he physically has to go back to the people who still care for him. Bayard is a worn soldier. He won't fight anymore. He makes sure everyone knows this and will accept this, because if there ever is a time where he is counted on to fight, he knows he won't be able to deliver. Bayard is intelligent and has a creative mind. He is not easily fooled and has his own deceptive ways. He was mighty and firm, yet gentle and caring. He was compassionate and always tried to think for his kingdom. He did not use the kingdom’s money for a grand palace, but instead put the money into his kingdom to improve it for everyone. Those traits are why he became such a good king, why his people loved him, and why not using them led to his downfall.

Playlist: (read explinations while listening?)
1. "Tarrey Town"
2. "Romani Ranch"
3. "Pikmin 3 Credit"
4. "Guilty of being Innocent..."
5. "Mutiny"
6. "On Stranger Tides"
7. "Midna in Distress"

Explinations:
1. This song is very much like the animated and spirited townspeople he gets to watch over everyday.
2. Two brothers- beggars- play this song while sitting on rocks. The townspeople toss coins into their hats. They were encouraged to be kind by the king. Bayard looks out a window and hears their music. He sees them a short while away. He sees his people being kind to them; he tells one of his guards to go fetch them and tell them they can stay with him for the time being. He also offers them small jobs that pay. It isn’t anything special- rather only the least he could do. He would remember this song.
3. This song reflects ia particularly lively day in his kingdom. The farmers tend to their crops in the beautiful weather. Fresh bread is sold on the street by bakers. A small band begins to play music and all the townsmen gather 'round. They slowly emerge from their homes and begin to dance. They are all familiar with the song, and many sing or hum along. Everyone is smiling, having fun. A half smile forms appears on his face as Bayard watches their shenanigans from above, out his window. He loves how his kingdom is like one big family.
4. Bayard listens to this song that the townspeoples are dancing to. Everyone stops their harsh work to have a bit of fun. While that is going on, Bayard gets notice from some guards. A large sum of viscets with weapons have been spotted drawing near. Bayard panics in alarm, but calms himself down after hearing the music again. He doesn't know what they would want from him nor how he should approach this.
5. Bayard sound the alarm. The song reflects the screams of fear that can be heard from mothers and children. The main gate closes as Bayard watches in sorrow and panic; he sees his once lively people run into shelters. He watches some brave viscets run out, prepared to fight with him. His army rushes to their placements. A loud banging noise can be heard; the gate has been destroyed. A flood of cloaked viscets run in and immediately start setting fire to where-ever they go. His soldiers and some townspeople fight back. This is an invasion- this is a battle. His people fight against the invaders, but they are too strong. He watches from his palace. Fire is burning everything. All of those in kingdom are running to his palace in which an escape lays. The doors are open and the viscets flood out; they close before the invaders can get into the palace. Bayard cowardly goes with his people and leaves his soldiers and men to fight alone with no command.
6. His people trek on as far away as they can get. Children are crying. Viscets are screaming and calling out their mates names in hope to find them. Families reunited and hug tightly. Bayard looks back. In horror, he closes his eyes. He lets a tear escape. The image he sees is his palace ablaze. Everything is aflame. Everything he ever knew- everything his people ever knew- burns. A few children gaze back and wail in alarm. He sees a few of his men outside, limping, dragging themselves away in the distance. He knows they won't make it, he doesn't go back for them. He pushes his people on, in hopes to find a place for them. The women start to sing a mournful song to hush their children.
7. The people are hushed down. They are trying to grasp the situation. They are far out of danger. Families hug and kiss each other with thankfulness. Those who lost someone mourn them and are comforted. Another wave of anxiety sweeps over Bayard. He feels impatient and responsible for this. He is still unsure why viscet's decided to so suddenly attack and destroy everything.

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

Link to Round One Form: here
Name: zander
Gender: male
Gender for Breeding Purposes: male
Personality:
Zander is an extroverted individual. He absolutely loves meeting new people and interacting with new people. This is mostly due to his desire to understand individuals and learn as much as he can about different cultures. He has a curiosity and a desire to understand what makes everyone so different but also what makes everyone so similar. Zander has this ability to make someone he just met feel like the oldest of friends.
Zander is a compassionate individual. He hates to see someone struggling. He is willing to help almost anyone out, from his greatest of friends to his worst of enemies. He will offer his time, his talents, and his treasures in any attempt to help someone out. Zander is entirely and utterly selfless. He often puts others before himself, and when he helps someone he expects nothing in return.
Some people have a habit of taking advantage of this. Zander has a habit of aloowing it to take place as well. He sees the good in people, not wanting to focus on the bad in anyone or anything. He is incredibly optimistic, sometimes even painfully so.
Zander is a hard-working individual. He never hopes for something more than he works for it. If he desires something, he always makes sure he deserves it. Zander does not like people who are lazy or who are not willing to put the work in.
Zander is an emotional individual. He is impulsive and follows a act now, think later kind of mentality. This has gotten him into trouble before and will no doubt get him there again.
Zander is known for his protective nature, even of those he has just met. He is always there to back up the little guy.
This is Zander: Friendly, naive, compassionate, hard-working, emotional, and protective.
(300/300)

Story:
Days... days they had been traveling. Paws tired and heads heavy, viscet and viscling slid through the shadowy underbrush. A faint green light paved the way through the dark, originating from atop the viscet's head.

The antlered viscet turned his beautiful green eyes upon the pale blue viscling by his side. The red eyes of the child were focused upon his paws, abnormally quiet. He was the reason the two were on the run. A creation of darkness who abandoned his cause: A demon.

The antlered viscet was a guardian of life, given the charge of protecting the forest. It was his entire purpose, his reason for existing. The viscling had been sent to hunt down the guardian, but was persuaded to his side. Now, they run, having left the forest over four days ago.

"May we stop? I fear I can go no further?"

The voice of the viscling pierced the quiet that had fallen over the pair. Both soon slowed and the viscet found a clearing within which he and the viscling would rest.

He had fallen asleep, something he had hoped he would not do. He had to remain alert in case their hunters had found them again. The snapping of twigs and the rustle of the underbrush woke him, his head shooting up. This was no hunter, but an individual traversing the woods. If it had been a hunter, he would have been dead.

Pushing himself slowly to his paws, his forest colored eyes turned on the viscling. Still asleep, the blue hued viscling lay curled amongst the roots of an old oak. Moving to the viscling's side, he moved some leaves and other litter over the viscling to conceal the light viscling should the hunters arrive.

Moving off into the underbrush, the antlered viscet headed off in the direction of the movement. He saw faint light alerting him to the location of the other being. His ears perked, hearing no more movement from the other, so hr came to a stop. His green eyes wide, he waited.

He lowered to four paws, trying to hide his height. Taller than the average viscet, he was easy to spot above the underbrush. He then began to slowly move forwards towards the other being.

The other being still had not moved and he saw the grey coat of a viscet. Alert, stunning grey eyes focused upon him. Spotted, he rose from the underbrush. His green eyes widened, her grey eyes mirroring his actions. Antlers adorned her head. They were not ordinary antlers, but identical to his, excluding their color.

His eyes met hers, amazement and wonder sparkling in each. He thought he was the only one with such a look, a look many deemed unatural. No longer was he alone, for the proof stood before him with a beautiful grey coat.

"Who are you?" He asked, voice quivering in excitment, a soft smile spread across his face.

"Ahkema."
(495/500)
ahkema belongs to howlingtothestars

[the folly of man]

Link to Round One Form: x
Name: Sammy McJangle
Gender: Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes: Male
Personality: Sammy is very anxious and worried most of the time.
He really hates to appear selfish or rude, but he
can't help but want his opponents to lose by a landslide
in all the card games he plays.
He enjoys going on walks, taking photos of anything
that catches his eye. This leads to a lot of photos,
since he's very observant and careful. When things go
wrong, he keeps a smile and tries his best not
to throw a fit, despite the fact he's likely dying inside.
He's always showing up late to things like parties
and celebrations.
He lives in a small cottage in the woods and almost never
has visitors. Whenever someone does knock on his door,
he automatically freaks out and his imagination gets the
best of him; thinking things like "what if they're here to
hurt me?" or "did I do something unlawful?"
In the end, it's usually that someone's selling girl-scout
cookies, which he loves. He's spent so much of his
life savings on girl-scout cookies, he has a specific
stash of money specifically for them! He loves the winter,
and rarely feels cold. This probably has something to
do with the fact he's got constantly lit candles on his head.
If a bit of candle wax happens to drip down onto his head,
it somehow disappears before it can touch him.
[228/300]

Extra:

[WolfWinter]

Link to Round One Form: x
Name: Borean
Gender: Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes: Male
Personality:
Borean lives in the arctic; he lives here to avoid the conflicts of those beyond the frozen desert. His strong desire to protect, has led him south several times. Despite his clumsiness and goofy nature, he knows how to fight. Fighting physically is a last resort for him, because he hates causing pain to others, no matter who they are. He watches the world south with a watchful eye, in case he needs to intervene. He is known for his naivety, but more often than not it serves him well. Those who know of him have sought him out in times of dire need, and he went south each time. He went because no one would willingly brave the harshness of his home unless they were absolutely desperate.

Extra:

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[WolfwithWings38]

Link to Round One Form: viewtopic.php?f=53&t=3675547&start=20#p115007740
Name: Moey Braid
Gender: Trans Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes: Male
Personality: minimum of 100, maximum 300
He's quite the random dude, one time when he was in class (School) when the teacher said "Okay so does anyone know what that means?" He said "Miss Canity, you smell like pancakes and maple syrup today.... Don't worry it's a good thing!" and he'll tell female humans and female viscets that if their perfume smells like candy that they smell weird and need to get new perfume! He's funny too and he'll go out of his way to make jokes!........ And that's usually a good thing, but his humor is weird and it's hard to understand. For example, if he says something weird or something that makes a person react a certain way, he'll laugh or even if it's one of his random moments and they react in just the right way, he'll start laughing his butt off... and he sometimes makes jokes that are so weird it makes the whole situation awkward! He's also lazy so if he were to be watching the TV and his shoes or something he wanted someone to grab for him (including the remote!) he'll say "Could you grab *insert item that could be close to him* for me?' and then he'll make some sort of an excuse and then claim it with all of his mind and soul to be true.... And despite all of this he's very intelligent and could blow millions of people away because of how smart he is! Though he is forgetful at times and one time he forgot that he had toilet paper on his antlers (He was pretending to be a mummy in a public bathroom) and went inside the classroom and everyone laughed at him and all the teachers just stared at him and was concerned for his mental health....
300 words in total
Extra: Braid's Personal Favorite Songs: Face Dances pt 2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NTXdml1VpI, Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQH8ZTgna3Q, Tainted Love - Soft Cell https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQ5_QxwFjNI,
Finger Eleven - Paralyzer https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ejAMB3g_b8, and Linkin Park - Numb https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qZxMY7FZf8

[Macyduke]

Link to Round One Form: x
Name: Kenneth
Gender: Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes: Male
Personality:
Kenneth is at heart a relatively quick to anger gentlemen, who always holds the door open for the viscet behind him and grumbles about other's driving while on the road. He's very patient with his work and viscetlings who don't make too much noise. He holds fast to the things he refurnishes and items he repairs/tinkers with-because unless he decides to sell or give them away, they can not leave him. He spends the majority of his time alone, fixing what others throw away and taking great pride in the pieces that will outlast him in the long run. He holds a deep respect for those around him, deeming them worthy of kindness until they prove themselves otherwise. If they've shown him that they don't deserve to be treated like a decent viscet, he'll continue to speak to them in a civil manner but won't bother keeping his irritation or rage out of his tone. He despises when other get a rise out of him, because it reminds him of the years he wasted blaming the world for his problems and taking his rage out on other's property as a means of releasing anger and burning up excess energy. Although he doesn't mind being touched by others, he prefers when they respect his personal space as he is prone to being claustrophobic. (223)
Extra:
Kenneth ran a microfiber rag under the faucet, his hands shaking slightly as he did so. He rung the majority of the water from it and carried it to the garage, where a freshly sanded coffee table lay waiting for him. Taking the rag, he methodically pulled it across the table's smooth surface, removing the previous one the sander had ground away not two minutes before. Once he was sure he'd cleared every speck of sawdust off its top exterior, he set the rag aside and grabbed a dry one. After drying it off, he stuck a flat head screwdriver between the lid of the stain can and the can it's self, which read burnt sienna, and carefully pried the two apart. Once the lid was removed, he dabbed a large foam brush into the liquid stain and ran it along the wood's natural grain until it'd been thoroughly covered. When he was done he closed the stain can and headed back inside.
Plopping down on the sofa, Kenneth kicked up his feet. There was a lot he wanted to get done before Allura came over to celebrate his birthday with him, but a small break probably wouldn't hurt. He sighed, picking up the morning paper and looking over the articles once more. He frowned, his eyes scanning over the obituaries. He closed the paper, A little less then satisfied with today's selection of news to read. Tossing the paper aside he reached for his tablet, but before he was able to see what was going on in the world there was a knock at his door.
He turned his head towards the door, raising an eyebrow as he did so. "Now who could that be?" He wondered allowed. Setting his tablet on the cushion next to him, Kenneth pushed himself off the grey fabric he made his way towards the door. Upon opening it he was greeted by red viscet with white markings and a cheery smile. She pushed her way past him, carrying a small paper bag.
"Morning grandpa." said yellow eyed cet.
"Grandpa?" Kenneth huffed, a little irritated with himself for taking a break instead of cleaning up the house a bit. "Who are you calling Grandpa?"
"Who else would I be talking to?" Allura asked, setting her things down on the island. Closing the door, he fallowed her into the kitchen. His eyes fell to a book shaped box with a picture of a yellow cake that was smothered in brown frosting.
"What's this?" he said picking up the box.
"Cake mix." She answered simply, opening the fridge and withdrawing a couple of eggs.
"No it's not." He retorted, his nose wrinkling in disgust. "It's factory mixed garbage." He said tossing the box towards the end of the island which was farthest from the fridge.
"You're garbage." the younger cet huffed under her breath. "That's not very nice." She said a bit louder.
"That's ok. I'll help you make one from scratch"
(496/500)

[kamelgirl]

round #1: <3
name: alaric ("noble ruler")
gender: male
gender for breeding purposes: male
personality: [100-300 w]
extra: [200-500 w]

wip!! <33

[Vixen Luo]

This round is being extended until January 3rd at 8 PM CST -- please make sure your forms are complete by then! <3

also -- you may add 50-100 words for reasoning on each song you choose if you decide to do a playlist. You must have at least two songs but no maximum, and the words are optional (:

[Vigilante Wolf]

Link to Round One Form: x
Name: Samuel
Gender: Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes: Male
Personality: [Anxious, funny, generous, unlucky, forgiving]
Samuel is a very generous yet also a funny viscet, who tries his best to hide his anxiety and overwhelming fear he has on the inside in his heart. Feeling as though he just can't show the world, the area he currently is, he's afraid. Fear is a weakness, and he seen other viscets around him die because of it. His joking personality at times are frowned upon, though he pretends not to care. After all, he needs to be careful with what he says. He knows he's always watched, not only by other viscets around him but cameras. He wishes not to be frown upon, nor to die due to fear. He sometimes sees his forgiving personality as also a negative, since he feels as if he goes to far when it comes to how forgiving he can be. Sharing his food to those who have been punished or even finding away to help those who are to be sentenced to death. Some may consider him lucky, but in reality he feels as if he is one of the unluckiest viscets to exist. He's not really good at gambling games that some viscets play in the facility, and his candles on his antlers have a bad habit of putting some things unexpectedly on fire. He finds himself even more unlucky when he finds himself to be considered a scientist in this facility, knowing his parents are also scientists.
[222/300]
Extra: [Nightmare] | Small story
Samuel breathed heavily as he looked down at the corpse that was now in front of him. He snapped his head up and glared at the scientist he was working with. "You told me, that they were gonna live!" he growled, baring his fangs. The anger inside of him was boiling up, though this wasn't the first time this ever happened when they were trying a simple experiment.

Though the scientist stared at him, unfazed. "I did, but it seems my calculations were incorrect." Samuel opened his mouth to argue, though soon closed it knowing there was no use. He shouldn't do that. Letting his emotions get the better of him, his mother would be displeased with him. He shook his head, tapping his paws on the cold steel table.

"Well this is nice, were gonna have another corpse to put on our graveyard of many corpses." He huffed forcing a smile. A grin slowly appearing as he looked over to his fellow scientist again. "Hey you know, I bet this place is full of ghosts at this point. Seeing how many fall in this place. We really are all cursed."

"Well I hope they don't mess up our pluming, since we do actually need that." The scientist joked back, "I'm gonna report these results to the head scientist. You clean up the mess here."

"Alright... Alright I hear you." Samuel replied as he watched the scientist leave the room. Sighing he now looked down at the corpse. Guilt loomed over him, he promised that they would live through this experiment. But it seems they didn't make it. He even promised them to get food once it was all over, though it seems his promises always break. "I'm sorry." He apologized as he gently lifted the corpse to place into a body bag. His paw gently stroked the fur of the poor soul who had to face the fate of going through that pain.

This was normal. He faced this almost everyday. But even if he felt he gotten used to the pain, his pained and even scared emotion comes back to bite him in the tail. He should have known, living in a lab working as a scientist to follow his parents footsteps...
Watching his fellow scientist and even himself do experiments just for the sake of "science". Trying to insert DNA to see if they'll grow extra limbs or different animal parts, trying to make them be able to be immune to things like fire and electricity... The list goes on. It was a dark and unforgiving place. Samuel didn't really fit in. Maybe also a few people who worked here didn't fit in either. The least he could do is try to help the poor souls who have gotten the unlucky privilege of becoming a "test subject". If there was any sort of god-like power out there, he hopes they would be able to not only save him, but everyone from this nightmare hes forced to live.
[500/500]

[Cutieduckpie]

Link to Round One Form : ♫
Name : Agapito
Gender : Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes : Male

Personality :
I think most of viscets or folks you'll talk with think I am a dreamer, completly outside of this world. —He sighted but didn't seems to be that hurt or annoyed—
If we take a closer look at what Mélomane means « a person who is passionate about music ». Coming from ancient greek «mélo» reffering to music/singing, and «mane» meaning passion. I can be seen as a loner, but in fact I adore more than anything to completly dedicate myself to music. I know it can be seen as egoistic or odd but I'm litteraly living for music.
It's a beautiful thing to watch you play your instruments. I can't believe that no one wants to listen to that as well. —You asked, smirking—
Aha thank you —He blushed, scratching his neck and looking down at his harp—
And uhm yes ... I'm not that recluse when I think about it. If someone ask me to go out with them or else I usualy say yes and have fun with them ! And sometimes I even find inspiration in these times, at a precise moment, or even someone just by their outer or inner beauty.
Other have such wonderful things in them, you can't even imagine. It's sad that some have such bad opinion on themselves, but I try to help them by expressing their feelings with my art. —He shook his head with a grimace— But I don't want them to hear me other than that ! I don't think my I'm worth it.
—You don't try to contradict him, by saying he's terribly talented—
I try to do my best, to push myself beyond my limits each time, and I like as well work that is fully done. I expect the other to be like that too .. and I know it's not always possible.

(300/300)


Extra :

Once upon a time, a Viscet couple, infertile so far, have a child after that the father saw powerful beams of lights in the sky. His wife and him had the joy to see the birth of their first and only child they baptized Agapito. Years later, now a teenager being, Aga lost his father in the middle of a storm. Inconsolable, his mother died of her deep sorrow.
He decided to add to his horns a bunch of candles, sign of his grief, and they seem to never fully melt.
One day, he got the luck to see these great lights beams whose his father talked to him about. Feeling irresistibly attracted by them, he closes his eyes and let himself goes, a tear running down his cheeks.
He wokes up with these odd blazes lightening up the candles on his horns, and these fascinating patterns on his mane.
These lights beams are also called " Northern Lights ".

(160/500)

Thanks a lot for the extension ! with the holidays it's a bit hectic ><
My last edit is the extra section, i'm not sure with times zone and stuff so I've screenshot the unedited form