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Gender: TBD
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Why is Wolf with Lamb?: Beause ___ was kicked out of her/his pack for not killing for sport like other wolves would do. People expect them to live up to their looks.

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If this viscet was a person, how would they look?


Res with I know I'm a wolf
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=YLSzU1G1OKs

A Wolf in Sheeps Clothing is More than a Warning.

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Mark, Parnters with Alex

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My partner and I reached a consensus that we were both gonna drop out. ;w; Good luck to everyone, and early congrats to the winners! <3

[kiwi;;]

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My Partner is T h e M a r t i a n

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Username: kiwi;;

Name: Anastasia

Meaning: Reborn
Pronunciation: Ahna-sta-zha
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She, her
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Why is Wolf with Lamb?:
Aside from the harsh line that separates Wolf's beliefs from Lamb's,
the two truly need each other. Without, they would be lost and helpless.

Wolf, living in a modern world of innovations and new technology, has
little to no knowledge of Lamb's, ancient, ways. She had been utterly
oblivious to different lifestyles and cultures during her early years, and
needed Lamb's help to fit in, get along, and be accepted into ancient
societies. Wolf's learning was a slow gradient, but she slowly found herself
learning and understanding more and more about Lamb's life. But just as
much as Wolf needs Lamb, the same concept applies to Lamb's learning.
He sticks out oddly in the modern world.



Personality:
Anastasia is known to be stubborn, dry, and often; emotionless. She doesn't want
other viscets to know her emotions, or ever feel bad or show sympathy towards her.
She is a viscet that lives by her own set of rules, and wont let anyone else tell her
other wise. Often, this gets Ana into trouble between her and gentle, rule abiding
viscets. She is the kind of viscet that is hard to be around, and because of this, she
has lots of troubles making and finding friends that fit her unmistakable personality.
She only has one true friend; Nukpana. Many find it their relationship odd, them being
complete polar opposites. Anastasia feels that a good friend has to balance her out,
which few viscets can do.

Story:
Anastasia held her head low, glancing through her mask occasionally to watch the
viscets around her. She turned her head, facing the small, square window, near her
seat. She watched the trees quickly fade into a blur, for the train was traveling too
fast to see much of anything. Ana looked around carefully. The inside was lined with
slick, chrome and blue siding. She occasionally got odd glares and stares from other
viscets, brushing them off of her shoulder like they were nothing. Anastasia dressed,
acted, and was just different than other viscets.

-Lamb actions here-

-Lamb and Wolf actions here-

Facts:
Age: 5 years (viscet)
Birthdate: August 11th
Birth year: 2011
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Religion: Atheist

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If this viscet was a person, how would they look?

expecting are from: LivvyAh, Dissolve

LAMB CODING HERE

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[url]My Partner is bellini79.[/url]

Name: Obscura Luna
Meaning: Dark Moon
Nicknames: Dark, Luna, Luni, Cura (pronounced Ci-ure-a) and Wolfie
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Birthday: 31st of December
Star Sign: Sagittarius
Ranks: Dark is a Hunter, Warrior and Gatherer from the Wolf Pack. In life after leaving the pack she is a DJ.
Family: Dark's family is alive but she never talks about them. The only thing she will say is "I am a Wolf from the Darkness" which really tells us nothing.
Friends: Loa, Dankia, Lottie, Six, Keita, Amarantha, Kevin, Snatch, Neila, Ceres, Jace and _______



Personality:

Well, let's just say that Dark is not really the kind of Viscet you want to meet in a dark alley way at midnight... Dark is a really Moody Viscet who packs a punch, is full of sass, sarcasm and irony. Oh, and she is very very very moody. It is like she's a dark cloud that covers the sun, and not in a good way. There is nothing the mystical girl loves more then to play a prank on the "normal folk". And when I say "a prank" I mean lots and lots and lots of pranks. She also loves to curse people, rather amusing to her, not so amusing to anyone else.

But like every dark cloud has its silver lining, every dark Viscet has their... kinder aspects... I think so, but... maybe not Dark after all... There are very few people in the world that Dark can get on with, that includes her friends list of... about eleven Viscets, Lambie (really annoying nickname Wolf gives to __________) and a Wolf. Called Dorcha. More about her later. Sometimes Dark can be nice, and even less chance but still sometimes Dark can use her powers, not to curse, but to save and help. And she has a soft spot for her friends, and wolves... and Visclings because they are too cute.

Generally overall, Dark is not nice, but a moody old so and so, which benefits no one but herself. But the darkness cannot extinguish the light of a single candle, even if that candle is really really tiny... So, Luni is not the sweetest chocolate in the box, but get used to that chocolate and you will find you come to love them! Maybe...

History:


(Click to read the history of the Wolf and Lamb)

This story starts with the moon and the sun. A goddess and a God. The goddess was the moon that circled earth, the sun the God that watched over all of the people below, the people and Viscets too young and petty to know what was coming their way next. The goddess wanted children, and her inability frustrated her massively. The angrier she became the more wild the galaxy became to follow her emotions. Meteor showers danced through the endless day, for this was a time where the day was eternal, and the night just a myth. And as turmoil boiled in the ever changing sky, a turmoil boiled down on the ground, as two ancient tribes of Viscets battled to the death. And in the center of the flight, one lone female hiding from the cries high in a tree, stared at the glittering meteors, and made a wish. The wish for her own children.

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Mark

Looking for a partner

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Name

Edwin

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Unknown.
It is likely Edwin is heterosexual, but he never pays
attention to those of any gender... Excluding Esmè
of course.

My partner

LOCW_Bluestarwarrior

Height

6'9"

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Wolf and Lamb
I didn't want to die. My soul was destroyed; a withered husk. I was worthless and broken from birth, with no purpose to my name. And then I was found by my fair Esme. At first, dear Esme's ideals seemed unbelievable and childish. But still I stood by her, not knowing why. And then, finally, she opened my eyes; showed me the error of my disbelief. she gave me purpose: to do anything and everything to further her ideals, to live on and evermore though her being, to be together forever in our wonderland. We will be as one in our blissful eternity. The little that was mine is now hers. We shall, we must, be bound together. My Esme is the only thing I will ever need.


Edwin couldn't believe it.
They'd left him, stranded, tied to a tree. They couldn't take any more of his fear, of his moaning about how it was all for naught.
So they tied him up and relinquished all responsibility for him.
He was scared. Yes, he hated living, but... he didn't want to die. Especially not on the terms of some... creature.
Salty tears were dripping silently down his muzzle and he bowed his head.
Then she came.
The Lamb.
The Snow White Viscet who looked like the moon.
"What are you doing here?" she queried in a tone that made him weak all over.
"My family left me here. They said I moped too much and..." he trailed off, voice hoarse from lack of water. He didn't really require any other words, anyways.
He was captivated by her and her bright eyes.
"Oh really?" Then a giggle.
She had to become his. He would give her everything. She could lead them into a better life, he could feel it in his bones.
She touched him.
"You hate this life, don't you?" Her tail tip traced a path down his face and he shuddered with longing.
"Yes."
"What if I could... Take it all away?" she mused. "Provide a paradise, a wonderland, where nothing ever dies or goes wrong?"
He froze and looked at her, a million questions and replied on his tongue, but he knew his gaze spoke volumes.
I can give you this. If, that is, you help me please my Master."
"You have a Master?" Edwin was deflated, and an ember of FURY sat in his chest. How dare someone be the mate of this divine creature! She was his! And he would be hers! ...But he did not make this known in the blank stare he gave her.
"Oh yes. He's not a Viscet though, he's simply a dark god. I'm his servant, since he can't do bidding on earth. I'm only HALF a goddess, you see."
"You look like a full goddess to me," he whispered. The coal of anger had been put out. A god was not a Viscet. He was free to desire her and work beside her if he pleased.
That is what he pleased.
"What do you have to do for this... Master?"
She grinned at him, and even though in reality it was rather a leer, he saw a charming smile.
"Collect souls. Once I have enough... I'll transcend into my rightful place! My paradise!"
"Collect souls...?" He was reasonably sure he knew what that meant, but he needed to ask.
"Oh, just Viscet souls. I'm pretty good at it." She traced a line across his neck fur in an almost caring manner and once again he shivered from her touch. "One slice, and the soul goes straight to my Master."
He had known it. Death, of course. Somehow it didn't seem so wrong any more. They'd left him, what was a little revenge anyways? And since this was for her, he'd do anything.
Anything.
But the thought of her leaving this plain terrified him now. He never knew that he needed another as much as he did now. So, without any second thoughts, he asked,
"Can I help? And then come with you?"
"Of course, my dear... What is your name?"
"Edwin."
"Ah and mine is Esmè. But you can call me..." She tapped a claw against her chin, then suddenly brought her paw down in a vicious slice. "Mistress."
Edwin winced violently, afraid he had offended this ethereal being. But no.
The ropes fell away under her claws.
He could stand again. Shaking himself all over, he could barely believe it. But it was real.
It had to be.
"Show me the way, my dear mistress," he rumbled and they set off, as he watched Esmè leading the way, ears pricked in triumph.

Territory
Parents, animal and human alike, never let their children venture
into these woods. They're dark, trees with trunks as twisted as the
minds of the demons there. A perfect place for Esme to collect souls.
This, of course, is why Edwin picked it. He can creep around, silent
as a ghost with his shadowy black pelt. He defends his land fiercely
of course. How else do you think he finds souls for Esme? He never
leaves to go anywhere else except if Esme really wishes it.
When Esme leaves, he usually finds an oblivious newcomer sleeping on his
land. They're added to Esme's tally, of course.
He sleeps at the heart of the forest, next to an old, rotted out tree. It's still
hard wood, though, with no danger of falling, which is good because
Esme sleeps in it.
He sits with her and listens to wind whistling through the branches,
like the cries of the souls that were so unwillingly freed.

Do you dare enter this haunted land?

^This is the rest of the form!^

His Cause
This broken young Viscet despised the world. His life crumbled around him in a broken mess.
But that was his plan. He wanted to escape the chains that all Viscets held on to
in order to protect there timid minds of their own mortality.
Edwin thought of his demise every day of his waking life and feared it to his core.
He knew of nothing else. How could someone ever be happy if everything ultimately ends?
You can't have purpose if you're bound by life.
But Esme... She walked with a purpose, as if the meaning of living was enfolding
in front of her, pieces coming obediently into place.
And she told him she sends souls to the underworld to escape her life.
She can escape it. They can escape it. and at such a low cost, it seemed.
Fully convinced of her goddess standing and delusional goal, he will fight any Viscet
who come onto her territory, with an aim to kill.
So Edwin and Esme work together, trying to transcend this reality that
hurt them so. Edwin in the waking world, Esmè in her sleep.

Personality
A broken child of few emotions. He rarely ever looks at his victims.
He did take on a more malicious and far away seeming persona for a certain...
thing that he met. As far as is known, that is his true persona, beyond the
broken seams. He takes a caring tone for Esme that almost sounds truthful. Almost.

What he's drawn to and what he hates
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Everything about Esme; her whimsical,
purring voice, her angelic fur, but especially
her gorgeous, lustful, malicious laugh she
gives to him after he kills for her.
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The feeling of Esme's name on his tongue,
often repeating it over and over to himself
as he pads slowly behind her.
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The smell and taste of blood.
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Killing swiftly and messily.
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The Moon: pure, radiant, beautiful.
Like Esme. He will rip it from the sky and
give it to her one day.

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When Esme isn't smiling.
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When anyone begs for mercy.
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When anyone speaks to Esme.
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When the blood of her victims stains
Esme's pelt.
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Toying with his prey, but keeps
victims alive if Esme wants to play.
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The Stars. They are attempting to down
out the moon with their combined tiny glows.


Art
By LOCW_Bluestarwarrior


Full Chant
"You be the wolf and I'll be the lamb,
Run run run as fast as you can.
You be the lamb and I'll be the wolf,
The end begins now with claw and hoof.
We are death in one entwined,
We will transcend to the end of time."


By Solarizing

"Twisted"
There once was a wolf,
and once was a sheep,
and once they were apart
one was twisted beyond repair,
and one was without a heart,
one was found in a forest green, strung up and left to rot,
and the other was found at the base of his tree,
of the wolf she had heard of and sought,
she tore his strong bonds and stared in his eyes,
What a wonder, she thought to herself,
to see another with eyes such as mine,
though his are in less jovial health,
and right then and there she committed to him,
"You shall be mine, you'll see!"
and the wolf looked up with a questioning glance,
so the other skipped off with glee.
And long did it take to meet up again,
but the sheep did not worry, she had all the time,
so she wandered and slaughtered and then,
the wolf, drawn by purpose, and also her path
followed the bloodlust
and caught the sheep by her calf,
she did not yelp, she did not squeal,
as his other prey would do,
so he got on his knees, and then from his chest,
his hollow soul he did peel,
"I have little to give you, my fair twisted heart,"
the wolf spoke up to his half,
"But please give me guidance , please let you be mine,
please show me your galliant art,
and your will I will follow,
your soul we will share,
to be without purpose is too much bear."
This he said without feeling,
but his eyes spoke the truth
so the sheep grinned maliciously
revealing all lip and tooth,
"I accept your kind offer, I accept your strong will,
and we shall be together at last,
and your soul I'll give mine to fill."
And they walked off together, held by their vows,
bound on a quest for their enthralling desires,
not asking whys or hows,
to the question they never chose to believe,
the truth of it all that it never may be,
them and their ideals that they never let leave,
for they in themselves are already lost
to their delusions of happily ever,
so there they will stay in their own twisted eyes,
entrapped and encased in their own wonderland,
both leaving right after never...
So there once was a wolf,
and there once was a sheep,
and once they did share a goal,
and once they did meet, and once they did vow,
and once built a wonderland in their souls.
By me

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Name: Noctis Symphony
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Why is Wolf with Lamb?:


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Username: 155NinjaCat
Partner: Piefan
Name: Faolan
Name Pronunciation: Fay-O-lan
Name Origin: Irish
Name meaning: Little Wolf; Small wolf
Nicknames: Fa {pronounced - Fay}
Gender: Male
Sexuality heterosexual
Birth Date: October 14th 1992
Zodaic Sign: Libra
Chinese Sign: Monkey

Why is Wolf with Lamb?:
Well you see... Faolan and Nessa are lovers. In a relationship, if you will. They're very close, but they weren't always that close. You see, a while ago, and I mean like a while ago, Nessa and Faolan were at the opposite end on relationships. They were enemies you see. Faolan is a pretty shy viscet, which left him being a great target for bullies. He didn't often stand up for himself, and quite often tried to make himself seem smaller. that's what attracted the bullies. They were jealous, or at least some of them were. Jealous of what, you might ask.. Jealous that the shy loser could be so athletic and have such a good build. They would say the one who always hid behind their mask didn't deserve to be strong and fit and athletic.

Nessa herself thought he didn't deserve it!

But you see... when your always being put down, you like to have some way to keep yourself happy right? That's why Faolan liked training so much. By keeping himself healthy and training often he was able to forget about all the horrible things they would say.. All the times they would throw his bag down the hallway or hidden it on him, and all the times they would tease him.

All of this changed however when one of Faolan's bullies got on the wrong side of this Viscet.

While his appearance doesn't really sum up his personality, when this one Viscet bully was picking on a young girl in a class younger than him, he was straight over at her side. 'Leave her alone' He growled, his blue eyes almost glowing with rage. 'Oooh, what's the little baby gon-' The sarcastic reply started to come before with tensed muscles, Faolan lunged forward, pinning the bully against the ground, teeth bared. 'I said.. LEAVE.HER.ALONE.' A snarl escaped his teeth, 'Don't make me repeat myself a third time' He snapped his jaws shut and leapt off, turning back to face the younger female. 'A-are you okay?' He said, almost instantly turning back to his old shy, nervous self. He didn't know the girl, so her wide eyes made him even more fidgety.

Thankfully the girl was fine, and of course, he hadn't meant to hurt the bully because he didn't want to drop to their level, so he was glad that no one had gotten severely hurt.

He turned away from the small group that had gathered and walked away, heading for the office under the glaring eyes of the teacher. He noticed Nessa, one of the other bullies, athough she seemed as if she hadn't seen much of the fight, or even noticed it was Faolan at all. He sighed and continued on towards the office, hoping that his punishment wouldn't be too severe, since he had only lunged for a good reason, and it was his first fight.

Nessa must have been there at the time however, as when he glanced back at the younger female, he saw the whitish colored viscet talking to her. However upset he was that she had seen, he was glad she hadn't confronted him, as he didn't know whether he would've been able to hold in his tears. They now had even more bullying ammo, so when he arrived at the office, shaking, he was glad to hear that he was going to be given two days of detention.

After the two days were up, he wen't into the school yard, expecting the bullies to be right back at him again, but most of them seemed to back away, or just simply ignored him. One or two shot him dirty looks, and a couple bared their teeth, as if he had done something like rob a bank. He sighed and continued walking until suddenly, he saw a viscet approach. It was Nessa. he paused, and bit his lip slightly. Strangely however, she promised him that she would help him out if he ever ran into any trouble. With wide eyes, he was too stunned to speak, so he just watched her scamper off.

A few hours later, he decided to go talk to her, so he went off to search for her. A few viscets directed him to the track, and that's where he found her. He walked over and shyly smiled. he realized she seemed to have been running, so shyly he began to speak, 'Wanna race?', and their friendship started there.

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Relationship:

Faolan and Nessa's relationship, their bond, started as simply as a friendship, which had blossomed after the first race of many to come. Faolan and Nessa started their friendship more acquaintances, then proper friends. Yes, they wouldn't completely ignore each other, and they no longer disliked each other, but they hadn't exactly become best friends over night.

They started off slowly, Faolan occasionally phone her to have a chat, Nessa sometimes challenging him to a races across the school pitch and vise versa. Slowly a friendship began to bloom as they saw each other more often during free periods, and in the hallway on the way to classes. Occasionally they'd bump into each other at the track, and it seemed to strengthen that steadily growing friendship. Of course, the fact he would occasionally help her with her homework had got them spending more time together as well!

At first Faolan thought that they only had one thing in common; sports. However, he soon learned that they were more alike then he had first thought. While it was true they both were very into running and racing, they also shared a passion for creativity. Nessa loved showing her creativity through painting and art, and Faolan took to showing his creativity through music. And of course, they both shared a desire for justice... Granted their ideas of what "justice" is were a tad different. Of course, they still had their differences, but that was always going to happen.

A year passed, and they stayed in touch, and then another year passed. They were no longer the 17 year olds they had been, still in school. They were 19 now.. almost 20. Faolan had even started his first job! He was happy in their friendship, it was secure, and the first proper friendship he'd had in a while. He loved hanging out with her, and he thought that it could continue that way.. He was wrong, but not in the way you might have thought.

A few days after their latest race, Faolan received a text from Nessa. he assumed that it would be proposing another race, or bragging about her victory {as she had won the last two races}. But it was very different. The text read "hey i'm pretty sure i have a crush on u. tell me how u feel kthx.". It was straight forward, and Faolan could somehow tell that it was defiantly from Nessa. He didn't reply for a few days. Did he really feel that their friendship could be more than just a friendship? Maybe.. Maybe not. He wasn't sure who he felt. He loved Nessa, but was it a friendly love or more than that? After the few days it became so much clearer than it had been before.

He sent a quick text to Nessa, a smaller text than the one received. "meet me at the park in 10 mins". He set off to the park almost immediately. Unlike Nessa, he wanted to talk to her face to face, something he would never have had the courage to do had he not become friends with Nessa. I suppose you could say he had needed the young girl he had stood up for, just as much as she had needed him.

He arrived at the park a few minutes early, and sat on the wall by the entrance, tail hanging over the edge, and waited for Nessa to arrive...

A few moments later, he saw her jump up beside him and smile as she greeted him. 'I j-just wanted t-to s-say..' He took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that threatened to silence him. 'Ilikeyoutoo' He said, his words mixing together as he spoke. he gulped and repeated him self, this time slower, 'I like you too.. and I was wondering if you.. wanted to be.. my.. g-girlfriend?'.

When her reply came, a slight smile spread across his face, and a sort of warm, fuzzy feeling spread through his chest. 'We'll figure it out together' He said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before adding, 'Bet you I'll figure it out first', with a sly smile.

'Nope!' was what he heard in response, words with a sing-song tone to match. And with his laugh, their relationship began...

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The Proposal:

It was a windy evening, and the sun was setting in the cold streets of France. Faolan and Nessa were heading home from one a night class. Faolan was busy talking about the beautiful stars, occasionally throwing in a really cheesy, punny, flirty comment. Glancing around, Faolan saw that the park gate was still open, and an idea sprung to his kind. He'd been working up the courage to do this for a few months, and looking at the setting he knew now was the best time to do it. He was going to propose to his girlfriend. 'Wanna take the park route??' He asked, a small, nervous small smile stretching across his face. 'I know a really pretty place I think you'd like' He suggested, shrugging his shoulders slightly as he waited for her reply.

"Sure, Why not?' was the reply that came. Smiling he led her along through the park gates and across the park, taking a slowish pace. He was bubbling with excitement. 'Oh! There's the spot' he said and headed off the path towards a small opening in the trees. It led down a small stone path towards a beautiful white gate. Pushing against the gate, it slid open easily and inside he went. He led Nessa down towards the benchs and then let her sit down before smiling. 'We've been dating for 4 and a half years now.. and, I love you so much..' He said, gulping down his nerves.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he took a deep breath and got down on one knee, which looked kind of funny because of his kangaroo like anatomy. 'Will you marry me?' He said, pulling out a small box from his bag and opening it. It revealed a beautiful diamond ring. He'd been saving for a few months, and he had finally been able to afford the ring. He was worried she'd laugh at him and say no, but too his surprise, she cried out 'heck yeah' before hugging his neck. He was beaming as he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her back, happily accepting her quick kiss.

'You totally should've let me propose, though. I bet I'd have gotten a better ring' She joked, grinning cheerfully. 'Nahhhh' He said, poking her teasingly. 'You definitely couldn't have' He teased, before holding the box up. 'But I guueess if you don't want it, I can return it' he smirked, standing up. Laughing as she gasped "No!". He held it up above his head as she spoke, her playful demeanour back. 'I bet there's a law against returning rings after proposing to someone with them. Anyway, I can't wait to tell my parents about this! They're gonna be so happy!' She said, and he smiled. 'Mine too' He said, although, when he said "parents" he really just meant "my mum", and technically, she already knew he had been going to propose. He smiled warmly and kissed the top of her head before taking the ring out of the box and presenting it to her so she could look at it properly.

'Maybe' He chuckled before smiling. 'Yeah.' He admitted with a slightly laugh. 'We'll definitely have an engagment party, and we can invite whoever you like. I can live through a party as long as I'm with you' He said and wrapped his arms around her once more. They'd explore this new experience together. 'My mum will be excited as well, but we'll tell our parents tomorrow yeah? Because I'm exhausted, aren't you?' He said before yawning and looking at the direction of home. He'd had an amazing time since he met Nessa, but the real adventure was only beginning...

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Human Appearance:



Faolan's other outfit
Faolan is just your average athletic guy. He stands at around 6 foot tall. All of his training has made him look very athletic, from strong arms to a 4 pack, he's got a lot of muscle. He has a pretty strong build, and his muscles are quite toned. He has a tanned skin color, mainly due to the fact he was born in Spain. He spent most of his life in Spain actually, until he moved away to ___, but you'll hear more about that later. He is around 24 years and about 7-8 months old, but he has no beard or mustache, nor does he want either one. His wardrobe mostly consists of dark colored outfits and white shirts, as he often wears darker colored clothing. You'll mostly see him going about his daily life in black jeans and a plain white shirt. Oh, and don't forget his headphones! He always wears them. During the winter times a hoodie will go over the shirt, but the summer is usually too hot. He is very athletic person, which mainly shows in his strong, lean and toned build. With his dark purple and light blueish eyes added onto that, he seems quite menacing, but on the inside he's a wee lamb. He's pretty shy, not to mention dorky and quite insecure. Although, most of that's already known by his peers, which has made him one of the easier targets in the school. But you should know one thing... If he sees someone in need, you better beware of his brute strength. He will never back down from a fight if it is protecting a victim. If you see him fighting, don't panic, it's for a good cause.

Personality:
Faolan is very appreciative, always being thankful for what he has in life. He is also very optimistic, looking on the bright side of things almost always. He is pretty active, often exercising on a daily basis. He spends a lot of time racing, or swimming, and this also links in with his competitiveness. He's pretty competitive, often joining in competitions, or seeing if he can beat his own records. He's mostly competitive with his girlfriend Nessa. He'll use his size against her sometimes, such as holding something above his head so she can't get it. When he's with Nessa, he's pretty dorky, funny and goofy. He can be louder and more energetic, and a bit less introverted. She opened up some of his more positive traits, however when he's at social events or with others, he's a bit more reserved and quiet. His introversion is mostly seen when he is in public. He is also shy, and quite often is quite embarrassed over the simplest of things. He has the IQ of 113, which is on the high end of average. He spends a lot of time reading, and he doesn't mind doing studying when it is needed. He really likes helping people out, and he almost became a pharmacist after schooling was over. He however, took to his biggest hobby; music. But more about that later. He can sometimes be snappy, but he tends to avoid people when he feels like that.

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Religion:
You see.. Faolan doesn't exactly have a religion. He's sort of conflicted in a sense. He doesn't feel like he has no beliefs, but, he doesn't exactly know what he believes. Whenever anyone asks however, he will say that he is "undecided". He doesn't want to be classified as any religion, but he doesn't want to be atheist.
Hobbies:
Faolan loves music. It's his biggest hobby. he likes to play instruments, although he finds some *cough* the flute *cough* very hard to play. he enjoys listening to music as well, and singing is also a fun thing he loves to do. His other big hobby is athletics and sport. He usually does swimming, running, long jump, high jump and hurdles.
Likes:
- He likes to mess around and joke with Nessa.
- He likes Gazpacho, which is basically cold soup with bright, fresh flavors.
- His favorite color is black, or dark grey.
- He likes cold milk and cookies
- He likes colder days
- He likes late nights
- He likes competitions
- He likes sport and music
- He loves looking at Nessa's art
- He loves resting his head ontop
of his Nessa's when he's beside her,
because he likes hugging her, and
because he can brag about being
taller than she is.
Dislikes:
- Mornings
- Tomatoes
- Pears
- lots of bright sun and really hot days
- water to drink
- losing
- being away from Nessa for long periods of time
- If Nessa gets hurt and he can't help
- fighting
- bullies

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Biography:
Infancy (0-3): Faolan was born on a windy, cold, October night at 3:30 am. he was born to two proud parents, Astin and Angelina. He was an only child, and his parents loved him so much. Faolan was a quiet baby, and didn't often keep people up during the night. He didn't often cry at night either, although he found it hard to sleep in a completely dark room until he was two years old. He was a good child generally, not often screaming and barely ever throwing tantrums... But when he did, he howled and cried and screamed so loud, and all hell broke loose. He only ever threw tantrums if you took away his bear, which made washing it a difficult task. His mother once said "That boy has a set of lungs, except he's a smart one, keeps in the noise until he needs it most", and that is still true 'till this day, except he no longer needs it for his bear. When Faolan was three years old, his father died of lung cancer, and he doesn't have very many memories of his father, however, since his fathers death, he grew closer to his mother. He would only fall asleep if he had his bear, and his mother nearby. He was a strange child, as he didn't start talking until he was almost four, but when he started speaking he knew quite a few words. His mother said that she thought "he was like he was too afraid to speak, but the words kept being stored in his mind, as if he had a book he was too scared to read out loud".

Childhood (4-12): Everything changed for Faolan when he went into school. His mother remembered giving him his bag and telling him to have a great day and him loving the first two years. he had a couple good friends, and he enjoyed learning. He didn't get in trouble too often, and he participated in class all the time. But as soon as the third year of school came around, his friends started to tease him about being a "smarty pants" and a "goody two-shoes" and of course a "teachers pet". He tried to brush them off at first, but then people started to ignore him, pretended he wasn't there, and this went on for two years. In his fifth year, they would push him over or take his bag away from him. This happened for 3 more years until one day he ran out of the school yard and out of the grounds. He was going to run away. He didn't get very far, as one of the students had followed him, and tripped him up as he tried to run. This resulted in him stumbling off the curb, straight onto the road. Before he could regain his balance, he was hit. all he heard before he blacked out was children screaming, tires screeching and someone calling his name. He was in hospital for two weeks, and that's when he told his mother about being bullied. When he went back to school, he was on crutches, a broken left leg, and a sprained wrist. The student who had tripped him was no-where to be seen, and Faolan wasn't bothered for the last two months of school.

Adolescence (13-19): After his first 8 years of school, Faolan was off to Secondary school. He was a pretty athletic guy, and he probably would've been one of the popular guys, however, he was also really smart, cared a lot about his grades.. and the main reason he wasn't; he was horrible at making friends. he never defended himself when teased, and people took advantage of that, seeing him as a real easy target. So of course, he was bullied throughout most of Secondary School. And well, you know what happened when he met Nessa, and from there, his life changed forever.

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"Um.. Hey there, Faolan here. I just wanted to let you know that me and Nessa answered some questions in an interview.. Of you'd like to see our answers you can click here. I'll see you guys there.. see you"

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Name
Phobos Erebus
Φόβος Ἔρεβος

Meaning
Phobos is the personification of fear in Greek mythology, also one of the two moons of the planet Mars. His second name, Erebus, is the personification of darkness and was often pictured as a primordial deity in Greek mythology.

Why was he given that name?
Honestly, nobody is even sure that that is the name he was given with at birth. Sure, maybe the "Erebus" part makes sense. He is, and has always been, dark-colored. Perhaps he was also born in the dark. However, why would his parents give him such a name as "Phobos"? Surely, they did not hope he would become a hotheaded bringer of fear (basically him right now), or a cowering, fearful Viscet, did they? However, Phobos would not tell anyone, and judging by the way things are going, his name is fitting for him.

Nicknames
Phobos, Timor (the Roman equivalent of Phobos, rarely goes by this)
Gender
Male

Height
Roughly 8ft
Voice
As a Viscet, the vocalizations he make are the same as any other natural Viscets. However, if he was a human, his voice would be deep and rough. If he was angry, it would sound something like a furious rumble of thunder in the middle of a storm. His voice could be compared to a wolf's growl. Deep, rough, and full of fury. Quite the opposite of the vocalizations he makes as a Viscet.

Alignment

He's not evil, despite his appearance and actions. Just a chaotic soul who likes to satisfy his whims.

Birthday
April 13th. Year unknown.

Zodiac

Why is Wolf with Lamb?
These two are not what you would call "kindred spirits". Oh, they're very far from that! These two Viscets are different as night and day. As fire and ice. If he had a choice, he'd prefer NOT to be with Callisto Pandora. Honestly, that white Viscet just irks him. Always restraining him, always telling him when not to do things.... And calling herself the patient one when she keeps on getting angry at him over one of his ingenious plans. Really! Couldn't a Viscet get some freedom? Alas, he did not have a choice. Unfortunately, the two Viscets are stuck together. Phobos had stolen a precious artifact that belonged to Callisto Pandora: a locked box. Curious of what treasures laid inside, Phobos forcefully broke the box open. Pandora chased after Phobos and tracked him down, but the random, chaotic magic inside the box somehow created a magical connection between the two.

Trust me, the temptation to chase the life out of Pandora is very strong sometimes. However, Phobos still has to admit, albeit begrudgingly, that Pandora's reasoning and logical thinking have saved his fur more than once. Phobos keeps asking himself over and over. Why does he even bother to save the white Viscet's fur? And sometimes, he's tempted to leave her to the mercy of their opponents when they're in the middle of a scuffle. Alas, the locked box he destroyed has bound them together for who knows how long. Phobos would heave a sigh and help her out.

Phobos's dislike towards Pandora is sometimes evident from the silly, insulting nicknames he gives her. Woolly-wimp, Dull Grinch.... Well, things like that. However, just as fire and ice have their similarities (they're both dangerous), Phobos and Pandora have some, too. Both are harsh (although Pandora leans towards "brutally honest", while Phobos is harsh only according to his emotions at that given moment). Both are wanderers who have seen just how cruel the wild could be. Both do not have many friends. However, Phobos does not seem to be content on gripping to these similarities, and instead chooses to continue disliking Pandora.


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Personality

Hot-tempered | Impatient | Reckless | Irrational, but actually intelligent | Impulsive | Vengeful | Courageous | Quick to judge | Distrusting

Do not be fooled by Phobos' dark appearance. Just because he looks dark, it does not mean he is the cool, gloomy, dark type of Viscet. In fact, he is the polar opposite of a cold wolf. Livid would be the best way to describe him, both in personality and appearance. Phobos Erebus is an irascible Viscet with a temper comparable to that of an active volcano. Choleric, he has a really short fuse, and the slightest provocations would set off a spark at the end of it. When he does explode, your worries do not end there either. His words are brash and harsh, and he cares not about the feelings of the person he's shouting at. Even worse, depending on the degree of what stimulated his anger in the first place, Phobos might resort to physical aggression. When he does, you'd better watch out. You best hope that Callisto Pandora would be there to calm his fury. For while Phobos does not particularly enjoy Pandora, her words are the only few things that do not fall on deaf ears during even the stormiest of his moods. However, whatever you do, do NOT engage his predatory instincts. Perhaps he might spare you any physical pain if you just plead nicely, whether it's a simple bruise or a fatal wound.

Phobos is highly impatient. His adrenaline pumps hard and his muscles twitch with extra activity whenever he is anticipating something. However, Pandora would tell him to wait. "Patience," she would say. "Wait," she would whisper into his ears. Whenever he had a thirst to do something that could be potentially dangerous for him or for both of them, the Lamb would always give him the same blue stare from behind her dark wolf mask. A dark mask that symbolized himself, but the level blue gaze coming out from its glowing eyes was clearly not, and would never be, his. It wasn't that Phobos wanted to bow down to the patient Viscet and let her dictate whether he could or could not do such things. It was just that the firm, level voice of tumbling out of her snout somehow restrained his desire like chains, and kept him back. He hated this feeling of restraint, and this certainly did not make him adore Pandora more. But, what could he do? They were stuck together, and as long as neither would resort to taking the life of the other, they would have to endure each others' company for who knows how long.

With impatience, comes impulsiveness and recklessness. While Pandora bows her head to wisdom and lets logic guide her actions, Phobos acts on his emotions and instincts. When Pandora is not there to restrain him, his twitchy muscles and overly active mind would leap into action as a wolf leaping into a hunt would. This causes the dark Viscet to seemingly have feral, unbridled tendencies. Phobos sometimes acts before thinking things thoroughly through. He sometimes pays no regard to the consequences of an action. However, there were times when the beginning of Phobos' deeds passed over Pandora's watchful blue eyes, and before they knew it, Phobos had dragged them both into trouble.

Such actions could be deemed irrational. Whenever Phobos Erebus followed the feelings churning in his stomach, Callisto Pandora would roll her eyes at the sheer boneheadedness of his behavior. While Pandora is very level-headed compared to Phobos, he is one of the very few who could easily set off the patient Viscet's temper. Pandora would angrily berate Phobos for his spur-of-the-moment foolish plans, especially when his frankly stupid ideas drag the two of them down into a pool of trouble. This might make Phobos seem like a foolish, ill-tempered Viscet with no sense of logic at all. However, this is not the case. When Phobos' mind is clear of any fiery emotions, the dark-colored Viscet is actually quite intelligent. His long time running around in the wilderness has provided him with immense knowledge, in addition to keen survival instincts. Not all the plans he comes up with in the spur of the moment are boneheaded.

The thing about Phobos is that he acts on his emotions. When his emotion is calm and no negativity clouds his mind, Phobos is a very adaptable planner and a quick-thinker. Years of trying to survive in the harsh wilderness have provided him with some... interesting insight when it comes to fighting. He has sharpened his senses; years of living in the harsh environment had forcefully forged these survival abilities, perhaps in a way that might be considered "learning it the hard way" to most. Angry or not, Phobos' active mind can analyze and take in important details about his opponents, like where their weaknesses and strengths lie, making him a formidable foe should you cross him.

As if his fiery emotions aren't bad enough, Phobos is cynical and distrusting of others. He has an eye for the flaws of others, and is not very tolerant. If he deems someone as unworthy of his friendship, he would most certainly act in an aloof or snappish way at that someone. Even those who try to be friendly with him are sometimes met with a disapproving glare or a sharp tone. Most try to stay away from him, and Phobos knows that Pandora would probably stay away from him, too, had he not stolen her locked box. But, it's all well for him. He is very picky about his company, and does not have too many friends. However, there are some more whom he tolerates, although he is not particularly fond of them.

Despite his fickle emotions, Phobos has a sharp memory. If somebody hurts him or his friends, he would remember. He would store every single information of that somebody in his mind, and dish out the revenge as soon as he gets the chance. As mentioned before, however, he is impatient. He prefers to get revenge right then and there, and not wait until an opportune time comes. He is not big on planning vengeance on his enemies, and if it can be solved right then and there by way of the claws, he would use the claws. Such a thirst for payback is often bridled and held back by Pandora, as it could cause more trouble than the trouble they are already in.

However, like everyone, Phobos has some good in him, too. He is very persistent, and his endurance is quite admirable. He does not give up easily, even though things look rough and the waters are choppy. He has a firm dedication, and once his mind is set on something, he would pursue it to no end until he gets it. When it seems like it would be easier to give up, Phobos would insist on continuing, no matter how tough things get. In situations where most would just give in, this dark-colored Viscet would fight back with all of his might. Corner him and he would not flail around like a helpless animal. You can clearly see the flare in his blue-ringed eyes once his mind is fixated on an idea, and the eager twitch of his front paws whenever he does not want to let go of something. This is a good quality to have, most of the time, but it depends on his motives. If his motive is to protect somebody, he is a very fierce ally to have. However, if his motive is to get revenge.... uh oh.

Phobos is also extremely confident. When presented with a challenge, he would not flinch. There would be four words in his mind: I can do this. He would not falter before he even starts. He would fixate on the idea of reaching the rewards provided at the end of the challenge. When engaged in combat, he is very confident in his fighting abilities, but not so confident that his pride blinds him. His confidence is a very valuable asset. In the wild, wild world where he has survived for years, it's kill or be killed. Falter and you lose everything.

Perhaps the best trait that can be found in him is his courage. Phobos might seem fearless (and like his namesake, he is usually the one to strike fear into others), but he is actually not. He has many flaws, and many fears that he would never voluntarily reveal to anyone. However, when all odds are against him, and when things seem most dire, his courage lights up the dark situation like a beacon in the dark. Like a much-desired flame when one is lost in a cold winter night, his courage might be just the thing to spur his allies forwards. Perhaps, when faced with his greatest fears, Phobos might flinch. Nobody is perfect, after all. However, it's his courage and determination that sets him apart from the rest. When all try to run from their fears, Phobos would stare at it in the eye with a steely gaze from his blue eyes. He won't back down, and he certainly wouldn't break down on the floor to cry. No, he would stand strong on his two hind paws.

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Phobos is more of a melee fighter (well, most Viscets are). His moves are more chaotic and more brash. He usually advances in front of Pandora. He needs to have a close proximity to his opponent in order to make some attacks. Even though he mostly relies on his emotions and his moves are usually reckless, never underestimate him in battle. The Viscet strikes with the fury of a storm. He relies on brute force, but every strike and every blow is meant to hurt. He will make sure of that. The very sight of this dark Viscet, teeth bared and claws out, barreling towards you with the speed and ferocity of a tempest is sure to strike fear. And trust me, many an enemy has scuttled away just at the sight of his mysterious accessories. For some reason, the eye sockets in his lamb mask would glow brighter when he is terribly angry, terribly excited, or terribly in the mood to fight. Surely, that is a seriously terrifying sight, is it not?

Word of advice: never engage Phobos in combat if you know that he has just taken a sip of coffee (coffee makes him even more hyper). A frenzied Phobos is already deadly enough, but a frenzied Phobos + coffee is even worse. A frenzied Phobos + coffee + anger = Uh oh. May luck be on your side. And if Pandora isn't restraining him, well... let's not think about it.

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If Phobos was a human, he would not look any less terrifying.
Standing at 191 centimeters, Phobos is a towering figure,
though still shorter than his Viscet form.
Like his Viscet form, he retains his dark skin, as well as dark
clothes. As a human, he is well-built and athletic, like a
well-trained young rogue warrior who has spent most of
his days wandering the wilderness and fighting tough foes.
However, perhaps the most striking part of his appearance
is in his face. In his human form, Phobos almost never takes
off his mask. That is, assuming that he occasionally takes
his mask off in private (if that's even possible, that is).
The lamb mask that he wears retains
its appearance for the most part, only morphed to fit his
human face. However, the eye sockets glow brighter than
when he is in his Viscet form. The fierce glow makes it look
like his eyes are naught but bright, flaring blue-purple
flames. Nobody knows what the eyes of his human form
look like under that lamb mask. His figure is also shrouded
in the veil of shadows, like his Viscet form. The shadowy
veil ripple around him, and it occasionally resembles the
hunched back of a prowling phantom wolf with
a long, ghostly tail forged of shadows. The lower part of
the mask, the armor extension that resembles a phantom
wolf's maw with a row of glowing blue teeth, can be
attached and detached from the lamb mask. Aside from his
signature mask, his clothing is usually composed of a
sleeveless dark purple top, grey trousers, and a long
gray fabric draped around his neck like a scarf or cape.
Only, it is draped backwards, so the two ends of the
fabric flap around behind him. He is usually barefoot,
although he can choose to wear shoes.

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History

His past (3rd person perspective)

This choleric dark Viscet started out just like any other Viscet: an egg. A dark egg, to be precise. Or, rather, a white egg with lots of very dark spots, but there were so many of the dark spots that the whole egg looked dark. His parents were wanderers. In fact, they were members of a nomadic group of Viscets who traveled from place to place. So, from the day he was hatched, Phobos was already a wanderer. It should be noted that nobody knew of the name he was given at birth / hatching day. Only his parents and himself knew that, but his parents are very hard to track down, and Phobos would not tell anyone.

Now, in that nomadic group, there were two types of Viscets. There were the innocent and the thieving. The two types meshed together so well, that it was hard to tell which were the innocent and which were the thieving. The innocent consisted of merchants, performers, and all those who earned a living through their own hard work. The thieving, on the other hand, were rogues, troublemakers, thieves, con-Viscets... those types of Viscets. Not all the innocent knew which were thieves, and not all the thieves knew which were innocent. However, one thing for sure: they regarded each other as family. Thieving or not, they would protect each other.

Phobos's parents were part of the more... honest Viscets. His father was a merchant, and his mother was a performer. Thus, they were often busy. However, that was fine. Phobos had the company of other Visclings, both dishonest and honest. He did not start out as bad as he is right now, though. When he was young, he was still innocent and naive. He sought the approval of his fellow Viscling peers. However, that opened him up to influences, both good and bad. Some Visclings teased him. Sometimes, they dared him to do bad things. So, the traits already present in Phobos were heightened, both the good and the bad. His irrationality, his hot temper... It all came from his past. Well, almost all. However, those traits set him further off from gaining the approval of his peers, instead marking him as an outcast.

As time went by, Phobos grew up. Soon, he took his place in the society of the nomadic Viscets. However, he strayed away from the path of his parents. Instead, he became one of the most skilled thieves in the group. His exploits were not much known outside of the group, as he never stole big stuff. What made him a very skilled thief was that nobody ever saw him stealing the stuff. His exploits were mostly undetected until it was too late and he was far away. Despite his success, he had very few friends. Very few wanted to befriend an ill-tempered Viscet like him, who snapped at the slightest provocations and would not hesitate to pick a fight. Ever since he actually became an experienced thief, he became rather... frightening.

However, one day, his peers challenged him. They challenged Phobos to steal something worthwhile. In the process of issuing this challenge, the other Viscets might have wounded his pride. Unable to resist the temptation and wanting to repair his ego, Phobos accepted the challenge. Did he complete the challenge?

Yes, yes he did. It was a dark night, and Phobos's fur blended in perfectly. He stole that artifact, but not before accidentally causing a ruckus. Soon, Viscets were after his tail, from civilians to the authorities. In that dark night, nobody caught sight of his face. However, despite Phobos's attempts to lead them far away from his company, they found the wanderers' camp, where they recognized the faces of a few thieves and troublemakers. It was a bad night for them all, and... well, we shan't go into details. Let us say that the whole camp was torn apart.

Fortunately, not many were badly hurt. Few were captured, but the incident costed no lives. The nomadic group broke apart and each member went off to their respective directions. Phobos dropped the artifact he had stolen back in the broken campsite and fled for his life. And then, it was settled. He was a fugitive. A juvenile delinquent. A shifty, troublemaking thief. Life on his own in the wilderness wasn't treating him at all that well either. First, he was victim to the hazards of the wild. He got into scuffles with bandits and other creatures, who mercilessly tormented him. However, as time went on, he got over his fears and triumphed over his challenges.

He steeled up himself, developing a cynical, vengeful personality. Phobos viewed the wilderness as a rough place, where only the fittest would survive. He no longer sought the approval of others. Instead, he became a lone rogue. A hot-tempered wandering Viscet. He laid low for some time, just to make sure that the village he had stolen from had forgotten him. Phobos grew up into the Viscet he is right now, still pursuing the path he had forged for himself since his younger days.

Meeting Callisto Pandora (an excerpt from his journal)

Inventory

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Likes


1. Few things about Callisto Pandora
Okay, if you ask him, he would not admit
it. However, Phobos actually likes a few
things about Pandora. Despite how he
feels about her restricting him to do rash
things, Phobos begrudgingly admires how
some of her plans turn out very well and
prove to be interesting. He also likes her
intellect and her genius at times. However,
if there is one thing he admires the most about
Pandora, it's her ability to stay calm in times
when most should immediately panic.
Phobos is not overly panicky, but despite
his quick-thinking skills, Phobos still relies
on his emotions. As brave as he might be, in
times when he feels truly threatened, Phobos
might become nervous, and unable to think
properly. Thus, he secretly admires Pandora's
ability to think straight at such times, even
if her views are rather.... pessimistic.


2. Darkness & the color black
The darkness works in his favor. His dark colors,
combined with the shadowy veil from the lamb
mask that shrouds him, allows him to sneak
through the darkness very well. Besides, darkness
is part of him. It's evident from his name:
Phobos Erebus. Being a rogue wanderer, Phobos
Erebus sometimes (okay, a lot of times) steals from
villages and other wanderers. He would certainly
pull off a successful heist in the dark.

3. Shiny, Mysterious Objects
Shiny, mysterious, odd things attract him like a
moth to light. He loves such trinkets, and the
more shiny and mysterious the objects are, the
more he would desire to have it. It isn't that
Phobos is a kleptomaniac, he just seems to
enjoy having them and examining them
between his paws. However, he sometimes
loses interest and sells those objects to many
different wandering merchants. He is clever
enough not to sell something to the same merchant
twice, but he can't really disguise himself, what
with his distinctive lamb mask and fur coloration.

4. Money
...what? With money, he can buy shiny objects, right?

5. Fear
The fear of others, that is. Not his own. While Phobos
might not be completely merciless or cruel, he does
enjoy seeing others' fears. Oh, and especially
inflicting that fear upon them. Their wide eyes,
shaky paws, and retreating movements.... Oh, he
savors every moment of his foes cowering in fear
before him. Perhaps his name fits him after all.
Phobos, who triumphs over his own fears, but strikes
fear into others. And while Phobos is not inherently
evil, some of those who have surrendered to him
in terror claim to see a glint of malice reflecting
off the edges of his double-ringed eyes, even
behind the frightening glow of his lamb mask.

6. Stealing
...that's how he got into the whole
"broke-Pandora's-box-and-got-stuck-with-her"
dilemma. Aside from striking fear, fighting, and
getting angry, Phobos likes to steal, but he's not
a total kleptomaniac (yet). Whether it's from villages
or other wanderers, whenever his eyes catch sight of
something shiny, he would be desperate to get
his paws on it. However, as hotheaded as
Phobos is, he still has some sense of morals
and conscience. He would not steal from
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1. Callisto Pandora
Yes, Phobos Erebus might like a few things
about Callisto Pandora. However, the rest of
the things he does not like about Pandora
would go here. He generally despises her
company, although even the irascible Viscet
cannot bring himself to take the life of his
companion. The things he dislikes about
Pandora are too many to list out. Just to
name a few, he dislikes her bursts of anger
when he does something he claims to be fun
(which can be rather boneheaded), her restrictive
nature, and her harsh way of telling him the truth.
Oh, and when she shouts at him whenever
he wears down her patience in only a matter
of seconds.He is a free wanderer, and so, he
does not like to be restrained or having to
follow Pandora.

2. Pandora's Locked Box
If Phobos dislikes Pandora, he HATES
Pandora's locked box even more. That
thing brought this whole trouble in
the first place. As much as he hates to
admit it, there are some good aspects of
Pandora that he has come to admire.
However, that was not the case with
her box. Everything about it annoys him.
He despises every inch and every corner
of that box. He despises the magic it
contains. Moreover, he regrets stealing it in
the first place. Although, it seemed so
intriguing before. But, that was BEFORE
he knew what it contained. All the good
aspects about the box flew out of his head
once he knew.


3. When others talk down to him
Phobos Erebus absolutely despises
being condescended. Or, for that
matter, the person who does that
to him. When his pride is bruised,
his volcanic temper erupts. The
only one who he does not lash out
at every time when talking down to
him is, surprisingly, Callisto Pandora.
Even so, he has sometimes lashed
out at her for talking down to him
However, if looks can murder, the angry
glare Phobos shoots Pandora would
be downright lethal.

4. Being Restrained
....both physically AND mentally.
Phobos dislikes the feeling of being
chained down. He is a free wanderer,
and he does NOT like being controlled.
To add to the previous point, being restrained
makes him feel like the one who is
restraining him is deeply condescending him.
If he is physically chained (literally), he
would struggle to break the chains. He
is not one for sitting idle. He has a lot of
energy to spend and is always active. Sitting
still makes him feel a bit twitchy and fidgety. It's
very hard to get him to sit still without
moving at all (except for moving his eyes and
breathing, as well as all vital stuff, of course).

6. Tight Spaces
Especially when he is cramped inside a crowd.
Phobos can endure tight spaces to some extent,
but only when he's the only one in it. If he's
in the middle of a crowd, Phobos gets too
fidgety and restless. Not to mention that he
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