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username; DogLife.
name; Nobel Peace
gender; Male

Nobel is a Viscet of a simple upbringing, having grown up on a farm not three miles from Candie and her family. At a young age he knew they didn't have much, just land and a few animals, so he has always been driven to do as much as he could for his family. He was and still is a charitable Viscet, he lives to help others where he can, though he can help more people now he is rich and famous then he could as a penniless child. He has always taken pleasure in the simple parts of life, music being one of them. His parents always said nothing could come of being a musician, but as an Indie Rock artist, he has achieved greatness, something he always strived to be as a child.

At the start of his career, he enjoyed luxury that he had never had before, and found himself changing in small ways. His speech became more polished, and he became a bit of a diva. Seeing a video of himself acting stuck up made him see what was going wrong, so he started to change again, for the better. He moved his family into a lush village, preformed gig after gig and donated to charitable causes. Of course, he is still as stubborn as the day he arrived in the studio, knowing how his music is supposed to flow.

Nobel uses the stage name Nobel Peace instead of his real name, Nobel Pierce, most of the time because he has grown into a character who is loving and caring about the world. He found peace in music and he hopes he can do the same for others. Like all people, he has his faults such as being stubborn and sometimes being unable to see the whole picture, but he strives to be the best version of himself he can be. He loves being out on stage doing the one thing that brought him freedom from being poor, is a huge animal lover and peace maker in his world. Part of his sweet nature came from his best friend as a child, who he grew apart from and is working on repairing what he broke.

He may be famous, but Nobel Peace has never forgotten his roots. He will always have something to fall back on, and that is his loving heart.

Playlist / His Songs
Centuries -- Fall Out Boy

Immortals -- Fall Out Boy

Little Talks -- Of Monsters and Men

It's a Beautiful World -- Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds

Be Careful What You Wish For -- Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds

Song for the Summer -- Stereophonics

Angela -- The Lumineers

Ho Hey -- The Lumineers

These are all the songs mentioned in my form.

I lounged on one of the many plush sofas in my apartment in the main city, looking out the window at the bustling lights. Everything was a blur of white tinted light, cars zooming, signs displaying their products. The streets were filled with Viscets going about their business. Shopping for the latest trends, shouting and arguing everywhere. It made me feel rather homesick. For I was not from the busy city, but from the farm land and green hills of the country. There I had grown up with my family, me along side my parents and twin sisters. There I had lived with very little but with joy, where cakes were favoured and not thrown away, where music floated. It had brought joy to me growing up, just as it brings joy to me now... but with strings attached. Cameras. Contracts. Codes of Conduct. Paparazzi. Screaming fans. Lots and lots of screaming fans. Oh, and the fact I was expected to be in a relationship. All. The. Time. The once loved peace music had given me was being torn at by assistants, fame and fans.

That's why I had booked this break. Back to the farm lands of my home, to preform in that small country fair that had given me my big break. The break that separated me from my best friend. Candie. We had grown up together, despite her being three years younger. A couple of months before I left, her mum had passed away. I can only imagine what she is going through with her dad. I hadn't spoken since, and that is something I deeply regretted. My phone bleeped, tearing me away from the sofa, and my thoughts.

Ashlyn | 8:22pm
Nobel? I've sent you like, 60 messages!
Where are you? Do you want me to come
and find you?? ;-D

Me | 8:23pm
Ash, I'm busy right now.

Ashlyn | 8:23pm
Song writing? I'll help! We do make a great
team Nobel Peace! Besides, you know you
want to see me really!

I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. I couldn't be bothered to deal with Ash right now, even if I was supposed to be going out with her. Ashley Greene was the leading lady in fashion, a huge super model and star, but sometimes all the glitz and glam put me off. She was always overbearing and coated in make up, I would rather have a girl in ripped jeans and a cowboy hat any day. A good country girl. Someone I could trust now to spill my secrets to the press, like Ash had done last month. No, the girl of my dreams would shoot the air with a pellet gun to scare them away!

Me | 8:27pm
Ash, I'm packing. I have a couple of gigs
in the country with family.

Ashlyn | 8:28pm
Nobel! You never told me!

Ashlyn | 8:29pm
Nobel!

Ashlyn | 8:30
NOBEL!!!! PEACE!!!!

My phone started to ring then, but the screen didn't show the pouting image of Ash, rather my agents name showed. "Hello? Nobel here."
"Nobel, the taxi is on its way to pick you up for the Country Fair gig, it'll be there in ten. You ready to go?"
"Yeah, I'm really looking forward to it Lee. I'll be back in two weeks."
"Good, don't be a stranger and keep in touch. See..."
"Wait. Lee?"
"Yes Nobel?"
"If Ashlyn asks where in the country I am, don't tell her."
"No problem. See you soon."
"Bye."
It was a relief to grab the last of my stuff from the wardrobe and stuff it into my bag. Thank the Lord. I was finally free, if only for two weeks.

"The house is on the corner of Barkers street." I told the driver as we moved down the narrow, winding country lanes. I was staying with my family in my childhood home, with the fair just a mile or so away. I was looking forward to it, as I only had a day to prepare for, and once it was over I could relax as much as possible for the rest of the time. And the fair was tomorrow night, so I was golden.
"Didn't you say it was a farm house, Nobel?" The driver asked as we drove up Barkers, past a large confection shop called 'Lemon 'n' Lime: Sweet and Sour Dreams.' My sister's had set the place up, and according to all the texts, it was going well. I spoke a great deal with Lime, the younger and shy twin of the two. She was only really chatty with Lemon and me, and in her messages she chatted about a pastel coloured heaven of a shop with bags of candy floss hanging from the ceiling and giant, fame candy swirls making a path on the floor. She had always been keen on having her own shop, and it was no surprise her money driven twin had jumped on the chance.
"Yeah, it's really old. And special to me."
The car pulled up to a stop. "Well, it's seems they've done some... repairs then."
My eyes widened. Because for all my texts, calls and emails for the past six years since I'd been 'home' no one had mentioned this.

The rambling farm house covered in violets and ivy had been knocked down, replaced by a sleek, modern house with tinted windows, large arches and a smooth design. The bar was gone, as were the animals I had tended too, replaced my stables with flashy ponies and a pool. Worse of all were the iron gates, painted gold, that surrounded the area. This was not my home. Not my home at all.

"Nobel! Daring your home at last!" My mother kissed both my cheeks, clad in silver jewellery and designer clothes. My father, a man of few words, just clapped me on the shoulder, dressed in a fine leather jacket and designer jeans. At least the fact he didn't talk hadn't changed.
"Nobel!" Lime came charging down the drive from the house and gave me a huge hug. It was nice, better then the clipped manner in which my mother had addressed me. When we broke away I flashed her a grin.
"Hi ya Sweet. Where's Sour?" I asked, using the nicknames I had given my little sisters at a young age.
"I'm here." Lemon kissed my cheek like mother had, and a sick feeling rose in my stomach. None of my family were as I remembered. The house wasn't the same. I had been sending home money for them, but the fact they had used it to do this made me feel ill.
"Is it nice to be home honey?" Mother asked.
"Yes... Yes..." Though in reality, I was feeling the opposite.

I spent the next half an hour sorting out my room, putting stuff away and trying to ignore the sinking feeling that this visit wasn't what I had hoped. On the wall behind my head was a newspaper article with my face on it: The New God of Indie Rock Strikes Again! My phone buzzed. Again and again and again. Lemon strode in and flopped on my bed, nicking my phone and looking at the texts.
"Ooooh! Ashlyn Greene! Your girlfriend!" She squealed.
"Sour, she's not my girlfriend."
"As if!" Lemon retorted. "Can I meet her? I love her clothes range!"
"Maybe, Lemon. Maybe." We paused talking, as I stashed my guitar picks, mike and song book in my top draw. Then, almost as an after thought, I added a small box I had brought six yeyears ago. "Look, Lemon. I want to get some sleep, I have to rest up before a gig. Maybe tomorrow I'll Skype Ash and you can talk to her. Kay?"
"Okay!" In a flash she dropped my phone and was out. I glanced at the message.

Ashlyn | 9:16pm
Missing you already Nobel can't wait to
see you again. Love you! xxx

I was so glad to be free of her for a while. Clingy and overbearing alright. I moved to the window, looking out at the golden fence that felt like a prison, over the rolling green hills I had once chased Candie over. Past the fields, so dark I could only just see it, stood another farm. Full of life and with no iron gates. Where she slept, lived, worked and loved. My best friend who I missed dearly. I don't know how long I stood there, looking at the farm, but something in my heart eased. I was going to see her again. I would then, at last, be home.

I suppose the bright morning sun rising up over the farmlands I grew up by should have filled my heart with joy. I mean, I was home,
away from Ash and the press and fans who held rallies outside of my apartment. Like the night before, I stood by the window to watch the farmland in the distance, remembering. Warm fruit scones, chasing the chickens, riding the horses and laughter.The kind of laughter that made tears roll down your face and your sides ache, laughter that made you fall to the floor. I missed those days, sometimes wished I had never been spotted at the festival I was to preform at again, if only so that the laughter had never died and that Candie and I could have stood side by side for years. I missed her, I realized. I hadn't been whole since I left her. I wondered where we would be now. Friends? Dating? Married? The thought struck me. I knew then that I would be happy to be her husband, and I hadn't even seen her in so many years. What was going on? I rubbed a hand over my face, sighed and walked to the bathroom to shower.
"Focus. You have to focus Nobel." I muttered.

Though, I knew deep in my heart if I saw her again I would loose my focus. Again...

As always for the annual festival, fairy lights were strung from shop to shop next to huge floral displays. Violet and roses, daises and buttercups. The street was alive with colour as we strolled, me, flanked on either side by my little sisters. Lime wanted to pick up a few treats from the store to sell as a sweat booth she and Lemon had booked, both of them excited about the festival as they chatted away. Lime wore a green dress with all her sparkly jewelry and ballet pumps, looking half country girl and half city chick. Lemon on the other hand was decked out in real jewels, wearing the latest fashion trends set by - you guessed it- Ashlyn Greene. As we walked various old neighbors stopped to talk, happy to see us. Younger children asked for my autograph whilst my sisters picked out sweats to sell. It felt... good. Nice to be home after all of this. I felt my apprehension melt away as we headed to the main square, where the festival was always held.

Stalls filled the area, some selling candyfloss, showing off games or offering home made goods. A few horses were in a pen with some sheep, a petting zoo I guessed. We walked through the streets, full of joy. The nearer we got to the center the busier it got, but people moved to the sides as the recognized me. "That's Nobel Peace!" "OMG!" "Isn't he from around here?" and "Look at his lovely sisters!" I heard being whispered. I smiled and waved as we approached my domain, the stage. It wasn't grand like the ones back in the city, an open air oak stage with lights and speakers. Flowers and love filled the air. This was where I had first started my career.
"Doesn't the Ferris wheel look gorgeous? This is the second year we've had one!" Lime squealed. "Oh, Nobel look! There's our stall!"
I opened my mouth to reply when the world around me just... stopped.

She had her head tilted back with laughter as she shoved another male in the chest. Her pink and black fur shone in the morning sun,
eyes closed in bliss. She wore a one sholdered, pink and checkered shirt, jeans and knee high boots. A cowboy hat finnished the look.


"Candie?"
I couldn't believe it. I had been wondering as we walked through the fair if we would see her, and there she was. I glanced around but there was no sign of her dad or anyone else I knew. She looked up, and when her pink-brown eyes met my own gold and green ones they widened. A conflicted cloud crossed them, pain and joy intermingled, confusing me. My best friend and the only person from my old life I had never contacted again?
"Nobel Pierce?"
"Just Nobel to you, Candie."
Tears glimmered but she blocked them away. Then, she turned on her heel and left, the sweat border collie dog by her side.

"Candie! Wait!"
We weaved through the crowd getting closer and closer to the stage, her movements rigid and sharp.
"Just leave me alone!"
"But I..."
She swirled to face me and I then saw what I had missed before. The hate in her eyes. It cut me down to the core, my heart aching with the sight. She held out a hand in the general stop symbol and glared.
"Just stop. Listen Nobel, you do not know what your leaving did to me. It ruined me. I was left alone. My dad always said you would come home, that you would make contact. But you never did! I haunted the letter box for months, and I gave up. I have up."
"Candie, I am so sorry..."
"That isn't even the end of it. That was when I was fourteen. When I was sixteen, it was the first real time I needed after you left. I tried calling the number you had left for a week to no reply. I even tried asking your hateful sisters just to have them laugh in my face. I was left with nothing, whilst you had everything!"
"My number had changed... Candie, whatever I did, I can fix it. I can make it up to you."
"Unless you can turn back time, don't bother Nobel. Because the only thing I want is my dad to come back!"
"Come back?" I had a really bad feeling about this. This wasn't what I had wanted from our reunion. I had wanted everything but a fight. "Candie? Where's Truce?"
"He's DEAD! Just leave me alone!" Tears burst from her eyes and the collie rubbed her head against Candie's leg. She sniffed, hugged the dog and glared up at me. "You broke me once, Nobel Peace, I refuse to let you break me again."
Then she rose to her feet, looked me dead in the eyes once more, and left.

Hours passed. I just wondered about the fair with my head down, grief for the man who was a better father to me then my own, for the little girl who lost both parents in the space of four years. Why had I left her? I had been sixteen at the time, when I had left. There, I had lost my roots and forgotten parts of my past. I had forgotten my loves and my dreams because I had everything. Candie had been left alone in that big farm to dead with the loss of her mother to cancer and her dad to whatever had tore him from her life. I caught glimpses of her through the day, she had a cake stand bearing the sign Candies Café in front of it. Behind her two dogs longed, the female border collie with a red bandana and a terrier of some sort with a blue one. Before the booth sat a little fluffy white and tan splotched pup wagging its tail, collecting attention and giggles from young, sticky fingered children as their parents purchased bins and cookies. Her smile was wide and her eyes bright. At one point the man I had seen her with before came over and she looked a bit conflicted, but she was happy. Or appeared happy on the outside. Time wore on and on, my set growing closer and closer, and a plan started to form in my mind. There was something I had to get right.

I had to fix my friendship with the girl who ment the world to me.

"Ready to go?" Lime asked as a pulled on my leather jacket. I glanced at her and her smile turned slightly guilty. "Look, I'm sorry I never told you about Truce or helped Candie through the loss. I know how much she ment to you..."
"Means to me, Lime. I screwed up by leaving, but you had a responsibility as my sister to help her."
"She was our rival. People love her and her food, her café is the best in the country. We hated her..."
"I was in love with her!"
"Then why did you leave!"
I turned on my heel and moved towards the stage. I picked up my phone, scribbling a note on a piece of paper. "Just slip this in her basket, please?"
"Fine. Whatever." Lime left what a bang, and I looked back at my phone.

Ashlyn | 9:20pm
Nobel? Where is your gig? I'll come down
right now for it. Lee won't tell be where it
is. I'm your girlfriend you know! Xxx

Me | 9:20pm
Just leave it Ashlyn. And for the record,
I'm single.

"Presenting tonight's performer, Nobel Peace!"
No more time for Lime or Lemon, my mum or dad, my agent or Ash. It was time to preform. It was time to make it up to her.

I kicked off my entrance of stage with two of my bigger hits, Immortals and Little Talks. The crowd was cheering loudly and dancing. It lit me up from the inside, filling me with the ecstasy and fire that music had first brought into my life. The crowd were singing my songs, not like the first (and last) time I had sang here. It felt, right. I looked at the crowd, scanning it as the final notes of Little Talks ended. My eyes met Candie's and she looked at me. Her eyes were still sad, but she looked at me steadily.
"Hello everybody!"
The crowd broke into cheers, yelling my name with joy. It ft like a soothing balm on my skin, like settling into bed after a hard day's work.
"It's amazing to be back where my career first began, here on this night five years ago when I was sixteen. Back then, being a rock star was the only thing I ever wanted. Now, I know that being famous comes with a cost, and my only regret of my fame was losing the person who was my whole world."
The crowd had fallen silent, listening to my every word. Candie looked at me with tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Tonight, I have a lot of people I want to honour, but more importantly there are three major people who need to be talked about. Does everyone here know the Cherriesé family?"
Loud cheers from everyone, as Candie's family is clearly well loved.
"Well, tonight, five years and two months ago, the beloved Caramel Cherriesé passed away due to cancer. She was like a mother to me, and she was the central force of the family farm. Caramel was a lover, a musician and a mother of one gal you all clearly know. Without Caramel, I wouldn't be here. So this song is for my other mother when I was growing up!"
The crowd was yelling with approval so loudly I could start my song. Candie was crying openly now, but the coldness in her eyes was seeping away. A smile was growing as she looked at me with love. Love for recognising her mother.
"This is It's A Beautiful World!"

"The next song is for another man who was like a father to me. He taught me to be strong, to fight for what I believed in and how to love the land. Truce Cherriesé was a man like no other, and until today, I had no clue that he was no longer with us. But he is still in our hearts, in the air that we breath and the land under our feet. A song that a wrote as a fourteen year old boy on his farm was edited since then, but tonight, I sing Song for the Summer in honour of the man who taught me to be a man."
There were many tearful faces in the crowd as I say the opening few bars of Song for the Summer began, and I saw Candie's eyes light up. She had loved the song I wrote as a teenager in her kitchen, and on this stage it sounded even better. There was only one part left of my tribute to do now, the girl herself.

I continued my set without tribute for a while, singing Angela, Be Careful What You Wish For, Centuries and others, before moving on to the final song.
"I have one more for you tonight!"
There were cries of joy and of joy and sadness as I waited for the cheers to die down.
"Tonight, I wanted to finnish off my set with one last tribute, a song that hasn't been heard before. This is for the final member of the Cherriesé family, Candie. Candie was my best friend growing up, and when I moved on, I didn't keep in touch. I regret it deeply.I wish we hadn't grown apart. When Truce died, I wasn't there for her like I should have been. My best friend who I lost because I moved on. So, tonight, I want to honour my best friend Candie with a song I wrote for her, Ho Hey, and hope that one day we can fix what I broke between us."

My final song brought forward scream and laughter and dancing as fireworks of gold and green shot, glimmered and twirled through the air. As my soul lit up, at the sight of her, laughing through her tears. As the final bars rang out, I looked her deep in the eyes. A question. She nodded once, before disappearing into the night. Yes. In the small backstage booth I found the note I had scribbled returned. The words Forgive Me? followed by Forever and Always.

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[DogLife.]

Could we have a few day extension? I haven't had the time to fill my form recently and most of it just needs finishing off. If not that okay!

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I can extend it at most 3 extra days past the current end date.
(so it'd end on Jan. 21st instead of Jan. 18th)
Would that be good enough?

[DogLife.]

Brilliant! Thank you! ^^

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So sorry for the long wait on judging; this one was a struggle and a half for me to judge especially since there's no real RU prize I can give (though I will give something from my own inventory to the other user that came close). I got numerous opinions on which form won, because guys it was so so close. I kept going back and forth with this one before finally determining the win and having several agreeing opinions from judges for who I was picking for the winner.

First lemme just say that both Juice Box.'s and DogLife.'s forms were excellent. Just beautiful. Both took completely different and unique directions, so vastly different and yet so absolutely perfect. I love both forms in different ways. There were massive amounts of character shown in both forms, details and story. And absolutely everything I look for in try outs; which is what made this both hard and exciting because I know that either of you would give this viscet a great new home and character that I never could give him. <3<3 So a huge thank you to both of you guys for going all out and showing me he will be loved with either of you!

Now for the winner. Again, this was a tough comp. Seriously one of the toughest I've had to judge in a while because of all the effort and excellent forms you two gave me. While I did struggle previously with announcing the winner, I am confident in my choice now. And I'm just so happy to announce that the winner of this viscet is DogLife.! Your story was just so catching to me. I love rags to riches stories it's true but even better when the story displays a character who reconciles with what he gave up. I simply fell in absolute love with the character your built. Your stories pulled at my heartstrings, there were tears of my own as I read each paragraph and saw it unfold. Just an absolutely excellent job, DogLife.! The art is also an added bonus, just displaying the character your built and I absolutely love it. Congrats on your new viscet, I look forward to seeing what you have in store for him as you continue to develop him!! <3 Here's a link to all the art I have of him. Also here's his conversion thread which I've added you to. c:

And again, while I cannot give an RU, I still want to recognize Juice Box. for their very intense and really just an excellent form. It was well composed, the story was well-written and the character was well developed. I really liked the added relationships explanation as well and I just overall liked what you put into it. It was such a tough decision to pick between you and Doglife. I still do want to offer you something from my inventory as a prize of sorts. So please pm me if you're interested. c: