[chicken lord]

marrrk !

[Synerie]

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• Name ||
Nuka

• Gender ||
Male

• What pendant do they have on their necklace/chain? ||
The pendant on Nuka's chain is a Army dog tag. Nuka's owner and
best friend was his caretaker when he worked as a bomb "dog."
So, Nuka has a dog tag with the name "Diesel Roberts" etched into it.

• Why that one/what significance does it hold? ||
Nuka's best friend and human owner during his time as a bomb "dog,"
was Diesel Roberts. Diesel and Nuka were very, very close best friends and
would take a bullet for each other. Well, what happened was the complete
opposite from a bullet. Nuka was on duty, scouting through the baked sand
for any type of bomb. His nose was pushed deep in, and he was digging around
carefully. Diesel wasn't far behind, holding the things necessary to defuse a
landmine. Nuka had accidentally missed a landmine, which later, he would
hate himself about. Diesel had stepped on it, triggering it to explode. He was
sent flying backwards, right into the sand. Nuka was heartbroken as he
witnessed his only friend breathe his last breath, blood soaking the sand.
He struggled to help his friend, and took the dog tag off his friend's neck
slowly. Later, Nuka was found curled outside Diesel's room, heartbroken
and unresponsive. So, Nuka dons Diesel's dog tag to remember his best friend.

• Personality ||
Nuka is very closed off and reserved. He will barely open up to anyone,
unless you're a close friend or family. Nuka tends to be very protective and
will protect the weaker when it comes to a fight. He tends to come off a
little too assertive, and is almost emotionless. Nuka, otherwise, is very
creative and still can care about others. He will not to let anyone get close,
in fear he would hurt them or loose them like he did Diesel. He's very
emotionless, most of the time. He tries not to show what he is feeling,
feeling as if someone would think he was a baby or soft. This runs through
Nuka's mind because he was a bomb "dog." He use to be completely different,
however. Nuka use to be very caring and playful, always bouncing around Diesel
and yipping happily. He was very loving and loved telling jokes. He was even
a prankster, always pulling pranks on his best friends. The war and Diesel's
death changed him drastically.

• Themesong ||
See You Again

• Tidbits about Nuka ||
-- Nuka is actually color blind to shades of blue and red.
-- He has Synesthesia, which allows him to be able to taste and smell colors.
-- He suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Anxiety.
-- Nuka has a long lost sister named Pan
-- He is able to speak fluent Vietnamese and German
-- Nuka is a little smaller then average males, standing at 7"4

• Short Story ||
xxxNuka’s throat tightened as he slept. His dream replaying
Diesel’s death. His paws clenched the makeshift nest under him. He
brought his tail over his nose, before Nuka suddenly shot up. Sweat
beaded on his forehead, his breathing rapid and hard. He stared
at the wall blankly, before tears began to well. The dream had made
him relive his best friend’s death, again, for what seemed like
the eighth night in a row. He lowered his head, jaw rolling as his eyes
clenched tightly. Nuka reached up, grabbing the dog tag hanging from
the chain as tears streaked his fur, dripping off his chin. Nuka stayed like
this for a while, before he felt chilled to the bone. Something moved,
and Nuka opened his eyes, gazing around the room. What he saw made
him speechless. Crouched beside him, in the familiar uniform, was Diesel.
How? Diesel was dead. His mouth went dry, his eyes huge as he stared
right back into his friend’s eyes. He shook his head frantically, and then
looked back again. This time, Diesel was gone. Nuka flopped into his nest,
xxx“Why.. Why him, of all people?” Nuka
managed to croak out, digging his claws into his nest and he tore it
apart in a silent rage. He was blaming himself, again, like always.

• Biggest Fear ||
Nuka's biggest fear is him getting close to anyone and loosing
them the way he lost Diesel. Nuka will never get close to anyone
again, and will probably never let anyone get close enough to him.
He fears he would lose them in any way, death or not, and he would
blame himself like he blames himself for Diesel's death.

• Hobby ||
Nuka's current hobby is whittling. After being in the war, Nuka
keeps Diesel's pocket knife and uses it to whittle branches he finds. Seeing
he lives on a mountain with his new pack, Nuka has plenty of branches
to use. He will whittle branches into many things- small bows, animal figurines,
shapes, and even handles for things. He especially likes the whittle things
for those closest to him, or someone who he likes, but, that won't happen
because of his emotions..
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[sweet tooth]

OH

[saka.]

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Name: Maverick
Gender: Male
Occupation: Professional Sky Diver
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Significance?:
Maverick is someone that will always bottle up his emotions in order not to hurt others, since he absolutely hates it when someone wastes their time trying to help him, worrying about him, etc. He wants to seem strong to everyone, so he hides his actual emotions and plasters a fake smile across his face in order to get through the day. The black bars on the pendant are a cage and the symbol inside is a simple bird. The bird behind the bars symbolizes his emotions that he cases away from others so no one has to worry about him. [101/300]

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Likes;;
- Heights
- Clear Skies
- Nature
- Writing
- Crafting
- Blueberries
- Dollar Store

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Dislikes;;
- Low Elevation
- Rain
- Technology
- Laziness
- Expensive stuff
- Strawberries
- Cliche stuff

[Toffi~]

dropping, cause of personal reason.
So sorry for taking space.

[tenlittlesoldierboys]

“The stars look like they're so close,
you could reach out and touch them. But you can't.
Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.”
― Kami Garcia, Beautiful Darkness

“Magic exists. Who can doubt it,
when there are rainbows and wildflowers,
the music of the wind and the silence of the stars?
Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic.
It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of
the lives we live.”
― Nora Roberts

Oliver; Gender: male.

What?;; Is a glass bottle filled with small origami stars in different colors and patterns.
Why?;; It is very important to Oliver, because each of these paper stars have a different story and meaning, every one very important for the Viscet.
Oliver started making paper stars after his first best friend got badly injured. He heard a story once, how the gods would send stars down to earth to every single being that had lost its hope somehow. The stars would then guide the being for the rest of their lives, or at least as long, as they were looking to gain their hope back. And when his friend got injured, Oliver remembered this story. He wondered why the gods hadn't sent a star for his best friend yet. Where they not noticing, that someone needed their help? And then Oliver remembered, that his grandmother once told him, that his name meant spreader of hope.
And suddenly he knew, what he had to do. If the gods wouldn't send the stars, he would. But since he was not able to get the stars down from heaven, he first tried to catch fireflies, but also didn't really succeed. Then he discovered paper stars, which caught his interest instantly. He learned how to make them and the first he ever made, he gifted to his injured friend. The fact, that his friend got better and better after that, encouraged Oliver to make only more paper stars. Everytime, when he would see someone, who looked hopeless or from whom he knew, that he or she had lost something, has been injured or something similar, Oliver would make a paper star and gift it to them. And if the being happened to be one that Oliver felt close to, he would make two. One to gift away and the other to put into a little jar.
One of these jars he now wears around his neck, to remember himself, that even though there can be bad times, good times always follow.

[~IceFang~]

Name:
Gender
What it is
Importance

[Razors]

Decided not to enter...due to feeling a little selfish/greedy lately...

But if the winner would like her/him to be siblings with my viscet Six let me know!

They look so much alike....it's precious!

x.x I think three is enough, heh. Good luck!

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

"Some say life is about the journey..."

name;

Drake

gender;

Male; Heterosexual

what pendant do they have on their necklace/chain?

It is a small metal rectangle, badly worn and corroded after years of mistreatment, much like it's owner. It bears the numbers 25606. No letters or words take up a residence on the little piece of metal, and it doesn't make sense to most.

why that one/what significance does it hold?

You all know dog fights, right? Well, Drake had been bred for the sole purpose of fighting other viscets. He received a number from the humans, but received the name from the fights. He keeps it with him not because of the fights, but viscets he met there. Ashley. She had been his closest friend, maybe even more if she hadn't been killed in the ring. Rosemond. He was his best pal, and so much fun to be around. The humans euthanized him after a match that had left him mauled and disfigured. There are many more, but he keeps the pendant to remeber those who made him who he was. This was a significant part of his life, because it shaped him into what he is now. After managing to escape the ring, the memory of the place haunts him. The memory of those he killed haunts him. This pendant reminds him of the good he did while he was there, and to soothe his aching heart.

traits;

- Protective
- Distant
- Humble
- Observant
- Pessimistic
- Vengeful
- Cruel
- Cold
- Attached
- Loyal

"Some say life is about the destination..."

theme;

I Won't Let Go - Rascal Flatts

brief story;
"I miss you... more than you will ever know..."

Metal. Blood. It was all the large viscet could smell that morning. It was a normal morning, but everything was about to take a massive change... for the worse. Ashley, a beautiful red viscet, stirred next to the large male, huddled by his side. The humans had let the two share a cage as a new male was housed in Ashley's old cage. His eyes turned on the female, and he smiled softly. "Morning, Ash." He said, which recieved a paw to his cheek. "It is Ashley, hun." She cooed, before standing up, tail sliding along his neck and cheek. He grinned before standing up as well, stretching stiff and aching muscles.

Yells. Screams. It was all the viscet could hear at noon. Food was placed in for both the male and female, though Drake offered Ashley his food as he held no appetite. Something was amiss. The same male that took Ashley's cage had been gone all day, and the humans yells for more was louder than ever. Screams from the dying viscets even more bloodcurdling. "You need to eat, Drake. You need your strength. I can't take this from you." He was brought back by Ashley as she spoke, cupping his cheeks in her paws. He sighed, and then moved towards the food. "Fine.." He said, giving in. For her. It was always for her...


Tears. Rope. It was all the viscet felt that afternoon. She looked terrified as she was drug from his grip. His lip was curled in warning, but a human had slid a rope over his jaws, and around his neck, keeping him subdued as they tore the crying female from him, her tears still resting on his coat. He couldn't call to her because of the rope, but he struggled. He fought like nothing else to try and get to her. Then, he felt his own tears sliding down his cheeks as the crimson coat of the female disappeared from his view, headed into the arena...


Metal. Blood. It was all the viscet saw in that moment. Ashley screamed, and he saw from his cage as the male's claws ripped up her chest. The metal bars of the cage gave him a limited view, but he knew what happened. He roared in anger, shoulders slamming into the metal bars, tears streaming down his face. Crimson spread out around the female viscet as she stared right at him, her eyes full of fear and losing that sparkle he had come to love. He saw her mutter three words he will never forget.

"I will miss..." The is all the viscet hears in his dreams at night. The sweet, sweet voice of a long lost viscet. He felt a piece of him die that day, and it dies again each night. He longs for the crimson girl, with eyes of gold. Each night he stares up at the stars, praying, wishing, she would return to him. Someway... somehow...

"Life is about neither. It is about those you touch along the way..."

554 Words for extras and quote..

[moriarty,]

marking oml

probs a symbol of sorts, maybe hope???