[-Shaded-]

Aren't the eyes a rare trait?
The lighter are supposed to be on the inner ring 030
Wanted to point this out!!
~Shaded

[Dissolve]

Aren't the eyes a rare trait?
The lighter are supposed to be on the inner ring 030
Wanted to point this out!!
~Shaded

OH MY GOD YOU ARE RIGHT!!! Ill change that, thanks for pointing it out, I thought the lighter color was suppossed to be in the outer ring...I got confused,thanks

[-Shaded-]

Aren't the eyes a rare trait?
The lighter are supposed to be on the inner ring 030
Wanted to point this out!!
~Shaded

OH MY GOD YOU ARE RIGHT!!! Ill change that, thanks for pointing it out, I thought the lighter color was suppossed to be in the outer ring...I got confused,thanks

Np <3

[The Fallen One]

Username:
The Fallen One
Viscet Name:
Exodus
Name Translation:
Journey
Viscet Gender:
female
Why is this Viscet wearing a gas mask?:

Nature has a funny way of sorting out and classifying its creations. Some are intelligent, others are fast or strong, and then there are the ones born to follow. Everyone one fits into a certain class, well. . . Everyone except for me. But I am getting ahead of myself, allow me to start from the beginning.

My name is Exodus, which means Journey in one of the millions of human languages. My father told me that I was named that to represent the great journey to wisdom, power, and mental peace I would take. My mother was convinced that it represented the journey to leadership that I would take. Mother Nature, however, had a much different idea.

I was born like every other Viscet, two viscets have an egg and after a while it hatches and then there's the young'un ready to experience life to the fullest. I suppose I was a fairly normal child at first, if you ignore my eating habits. At a very young age, I began devouring and living creature that could fit into my mouth. It became so bad, that several viscets had to swat away and insects that began to go too close to me. When I was able to stand on my hind legs, I was able to devour more than they could swat away. Squirrels, bats, rabbits, butterflies, spiders, you name it, I ate it. No one knew why, though some suspected that I was trying to show that I was the ruler of all living thins by eating them. That wasn't entirely true nor wrong. You see, what they didn't realize was a simple fact about souls and living beings. The more you devour, the longer you live! When I stated this theory to my father, however, he dismissed it as nonsense and called me mad.

Months later, my parents left me, along with several pack members, as they all went to find a new one for fear that I may attempt to eat them or one of their children, which was utter nonsense. I don't need to eat a Viscet, I already am one! It would be pointless!

The alpha began to send me out quite often to hunt, which I did not mind at all. The more the merrier! I did, however, encounter several humans that hid like cowards while firing things from silver and black rods that killed animals before they knew what was happening. I found this rather vile and cowardly as they were obviously too scared to put up a fight against their prey. So, through curiosity, I decided to take a closer look at this cowardly species.

When I first stepped from the bushes, I startled several of them and made them turn those barrels towards me. After realizing what I was, however, they lowered them to the ground and made an odd, broken noise that resembled the noise alpha made when he was mimicking a creature called a hyena, a dog like animal that was actually related to a cat, somehow. They nudged each other until one leaned foreword and stretched out his hand to my muzzle. I sniffed his palm before it gently fell on my nose and the fingers began to stroke the softer fur above the nose. At this point, my mind began to to race. This creature wasn't very small, but how many souls would it count towards? Perhaps this being would do the trick, would make me immortal, invincible to old age!

It all happened rather fast. Things clicked within me like gears finally finding their place, and my mouth flew open before clamping down onto the soft fleshed hand before me. The taste was bitter, slightly sour even, and had a tang of a certain metallic rock that I had accidentally bitten trying to catch a squirrel. The shriek that erupted from the human hurt my ears and dazed me slightly, that is, until they started pulling. I don't know how this was going to help them, but the human and its friends began to pull as if to slide his arm from my mouth. A vicious possessivness of this new, bitter object erupted in me and I began to pull back. This went on for quite a while, snarls and screams, back and forth, no one getting the upper hand. Finally, their pulls weakened and I felt myself winning. One released the target and ran off, exhibiting the cowardness of this species. The battle weakened until we where both at a standstill, staring hard at each other. Just before I decided to attempt to rush off with my target, a slight pain woke up near my spine, followed. By an odd tingling feeling that made the world grow dark steadily. My grip on the human was gone and I collapsed on the ground, watching curiously as the grass faded to black along with everything else.

When I awoke I was in some sort of room that had a powerful, bitter stentch. I was tied to some cold object, but that isn't what bothered me the most. Something was constricting my muzzle, making it incapable of opening very wide at all. This agitated me and I snarled at it, trying to scare it off, but to no avail. After a few moments, I gave up and began to look around me. A mirror reflected what was gripping my muzzle, a mask with several holes along the side, most likely to help me breath, and two green circles in each side. I did not understand this, nor do I today. The humans released me back into the wild near a new pack. I didn't know how this one would react to this object on my face, but they did not seem to mind. A few months later, my desire to devour souls was dead and gone and I was much more used to this mask and the sweet taste of berries. I suppose that I can thank a certain Viscet, Gallow, for that. He stayed with me until my eating habits had changed into a more peaceful way and convinced the pack to let me stay. Now, he and I are close friends and are rarely not beside each other. He has shown me several games that I had rejected as a child and has somehow turned my nature completely around. And so, to this I boldly state, take that Mother Nature!

[LOCW_Bluestarwarrior]

Username:

LOCW_Bluestarwarrior

Viscet Name:

Redox

Short for oxidation-reduction reaction. These reactions involve the transfer of electrons from one reactant to another. The reactant that gains electrons is reduced. The reactant that loses them is oxidized.
The results can be quite...
Explosive.

Viscet Gender:

Male

Why is this Viscet wearing a gas mask?:

Redox has a secret.

He has lived two lives.

Back in the 70's, he lived in Ukraine in a thriving forest. There was a city nearby, but he never strayed too close. He was a mottled gray from nose to tail.

He remembers no pack or family, nor name.

He only remembers the explosion. The horror that destroyed his beautiful home of Chernobyl.

Fire and ash and burning goop, raining down in torrents. Impossible to breathe, to see

to live.

He died, but over time, someone took pity on his shortened life and let him live again. Raised, colored from the ashes and made one with the toxic goo. Something of the magic processed it so that would never harm another living thing.

As he was regenerated from nose to tail, something went desperately wrong. His muzzle never fully formed. Instead, he was left with a skeletal snout, teeth leering in an arcane grin forevermore.

He was terrified. He ran and ran until his powerful legs were exhausted. Eventually, he startled a ground of humans scurrying around in strange, inhuman yellow pelts. At the sight of Redox, they ran.

One dropped a gas mask from its belt.

Redox picked it up, and stretched the expandable material over his sore, senseless muzzle. All of the stinging ashes and wind was blocked out. Bars lit up on the side, and Redox carefully extended his tongue through these colored slots. Yes... He could eat through them.

He was still terrified of what had happened to him, but he was resigned to find a new home, somewhere far from this broken forest. And he would never show his muzzle to another Viscet.

Not now, not ever.

Journal Entry #1

I just woke up... I have no idea how much time has passed. None at all. All I know is that I'm terrified. I died. I know that I died. But... After a brief blackness, I woke up right back where I started. But there was no fire or flaming colored muck. Just layers of ash. But small, stunted plants were starting to grow... Had I been gone for months? Years? I must find out.
But the worst part is my face. Whatever power that allowed my to come back forgot something.
My muzzle is simply bone. The skin tapers off right after the corners of my mouth into smooth, ivory bone. My teeth are exposed in a garish grin, and I cannot smell a thing. My tongue feels cold and dry in the air. My whole face stings, especially with my tears.
And even still, my beautiful soft, gray crest fur has been turned violent shades of purple and orange, exactly like the monstrous substance that rained from the heavens. My fur even drips with the goop.
I'm in despair. No Viscet has ever returned from the dead. No one. I'm now an outcast.
I'm now alone.

Journel Entry #2

When hunger finally drove me to move, I only heard the peeping of a few birds over my ashy, muffled footsteps. The ash has one use; it is perfect for keeping this journal.
Eventually, I found a bush of bitter, shriveled berries.
I also saw sick, mutated small creatures.
Apparently, I was now immune to the poison that had spewed from the explosion.
After wandering for hours, I stumbled across a group of humans. Neither I nor them had heard each other due to the carpeted gray floor. Wearing bright yellow suits that covered every inch of them, they took one look at me. A drip of orange lazily plopped onto the cinders, and my face could do nothing but grin at them.
They all ran.
I had never cared much about humans, but it still hurt.
One had dropped a mask that had covered the lower part of its face. I reached out my front paws and grasped it.
It was mostly made of a soft, thin, flexible, yet metallic substance. I pushed a claw into it. It stretched a lot, but refused to rip or tear.
Two neon green cylinders were attached to either side. For breathing, I assumed, since it was a mask.
Then I got an idea. I stretched the material over my own wounded muzzle. Fastening the strap behind my own head took some doing, but I managed it.
I could breathe, and the stinging from the wind had stopped. My breathing was still almost noiseless with the mask on.
I ran to the pool of water that I'd been drinking from since I'd woken and looked down.
It got perfectly. What's more, four purple, glowing bars had appeared on either side. I curiously poked one with my tongue.
It went right through! With my tongue hanging out the side, I looked rather silly, so I laughed and drew back in my tongue. I could still eat with it on! Some strange energy field kept the outside out of the mask, but my tongue could stick out to get food.
I dipped my covered muzzle into the water and poked out my tongue. Water flooded into my mouth. I was able to do almost anything while wearing this!
I stretched my jaws in a yawn, and the mask stretched with them. I babbled a few words in my native tongue. It all worked fine.
I might look different, but at least now no one would accused me of being 'undead.'
I'd find a new pack. I'd do everything I could to find a happy life!

Journal Entry #3

I have found a new home! It took me months, but I did it!
First I had to travel over what must have been an infinite stretch of land. I avoided human habitation as much as possible, which was hard where the buildings touched the sky.
But eventually I stowed onto a boat. It was kind of an accident; I just wanted a place to sleep out of the rain! But I woke up and there was the ocean in every direction.
It was nerve wracking. I thought I'd be discovered every waking minute. Luckily, I'd found a large ship with plenty of hiding spaces.
After almost a week, I felt the boat stop, and saw it docking at some port. I crept off.
No one would know I'd been there, save for globs of goop and some stolen food.
Oh, I'd figured out another good thing. My sticky residue was harmless. After spending time hunting mice and rats, I'd gotten bitten once or twice. A few times I was so startled I'd dropped my prey. No mouse ever got sick and died the way I'd seen.
I got into a forest soon after escaping the boat. A real forest, with herby green trees! It's amazing! I'm sitting here, the breeze blowing my mane, scratching this into brown earth! Now I'll go start my search for a pack...

Journal Entry #4

I have found a pack.
They're all asleep now, so I'm writing this just outside the pack camp.
After a few failed attempts, where the Viscets stared at me and then ignored me, I found one young female yay led me, a teenaged male, back to camp. Everyone was naturally suspicious at first, but by the end of today, they decided I was okay and could stay as long as I proved myself. I will!
I plan to show off my hunting skills tomorrow. They'll see I'm useful to have around.
The little female has taken to calling me Sticky due to my goop. It's rather endearing.
As sure as the moon in shining on me, if all goes well, I could end up happy here.

Other:
~Redox found a new home in America, where he happily found a pack that would accept him
~He cannot smell, due to his lack of a real nose
~He can taste and has a slightly longer tongue than usual due to reaching through the slots on his gas mask to eat
~He can hunt, and what he does catch he must tear into small pieces before he eats
~His gas mask is made of a flexible material so he can still open his mouth all the way
~He fears fire and loud sirens
~He's rather quiet, but lives his second life to its fullest
~He has a photographic memory
~He keeps a journal by scratching things into the sand, memorizing it, and then brushing it away forever
~His favorite food is berries
~No one so far has ever seen his disfigured face

Songs:

He has 3 songs to describe him:

Radioactive

This describes Redox during the explosion and his first death.

Demons

This resembles how Redox saw himself when he first reawakened to find himself injured.

It's Time

This is Redox now; he's proud of his life and is glad to be alive today.

Why I Want Him:
I'm pretty new to this species, but I really love them already! I know it may be premature to describe Redox as a 'dream Viscet,' but I already feel that way about him. It was his beautiful eyes that caught me at first, then I fell in love with the rest of his design and came up with a really neat story. The rest is history!
I overexaggerated the Chernobyl accident slightly to fit the story. Seeing as I hope to join a Viscets RP with Redox if I win, I will not put the names of any pack members into his story.

I love this boy so much! :O
And last but not least, some doodles!

[Dissolve]

One week warning for you to finish your forms

[Purple Umbreon]

Username: Purple Umbreon
Viscet Name: Thirteen
Viscet Gender: Male
Why is this Viscet wearing a gas mask?: Like how the goop seeps from his body the fumes leak from his mouth (and ears if he sneezes)

[LOCW_Bluestarwarrior]

Good luck everyone!

[sweet tooth]

Good luck everyone!

We still have tommorow, don't make it look like it will end a day earlier

[Dissolve]

Good luck everyone!

We still have tommorow, don't make it look like it will end a day earlier

Blue is just wishing good luck, dont assume its saying it has already ended.