[mellow yellow.]

username;
Sweet and Salty
name;
Liam
gender;
Male
personality;
We all have a Liam in our lives; the egotistical idiot who thinks he's smarter than everyone and argues his points by saying "I'm right and you're wrong so don't argue with me." His ego mostly comes from his wings, of which he sees nobody else with. Beneath the ego he holds, there is a caring viscet; if someone is close to him, he will do anything to keep them happy and safe. He will even put himself in danger to keep them safe, then, when it's all over, he'll make a joke or egotistical comment to try to lighten the mood.
(102/150)

[Softballpup12]

Username:
Softballpup12
Name:
Aisling
Gender:
Female
Personality:
True to her name, which means dream or vision, Aisling pursues her dreams above all else. This means that if friendships, love, family, or anything get in the way of what she hopes to achieve, they are pushed to the side. Though this might be the case, most of her friends are completely supportive of her decisions, and she has absolutely no problems what so ever with them. She always looks for the good in the world, though, and her greatest dream is to be remembered. Aisling's greatest fear is that she'll be forgotten when she dies, so, she hopes to make an impact on the world, but she so far doesn't know how. She is searching for a way to achieve her dream, and wont stop until it happens.
130/150

[IMadeYouRead.This]

Dropping out.. :c

[Chipmunch5]

username; Chipmunch5
name; Nyx (means Sprite)
gender; Female
personality; Nyx is a loyal Viscet. A steadfast friend, she is always there as a shoulder to lean on. Her stubbornness could account for the fact that she refuses to leave her friends' sides. She's also clever, if a bit sly, and will use her ingenuity to get through any situation, no matter how tough.

[trans]

username; trans
name; vixella
gender; female
personality; vixella is a dreamer. she dreams during the day and dreams during the night and in the in-betweens she wonders where her next dream will take her. she thinks big and dreams bigger and her heart, some say, is truly made of gold. vixella the calm before the storm and a grounding force for those who need it, and her friends have come to appreciate her seemingly constant stream of support and attention. there's scarce a dull moment when she's around, and she takes great pride in knowing she can help her friends. vixella however does have her fair share of bad days. she secludes herself when she's feeling bad, and refuses to let anyone in except her most trusted confidants.
(121/150)

[lex]

username; commandant
name; faylinn
gender; female (dfab)
personality; faylinn is a gentle, mysterious viscet of few words. the aura about her is graceful and serene, but little is known about her. in truth, she is a very lonesome creature... at least, as far as viscets go. she loves to play and talk with woodland animals and other faerie, and she tends to pick up on many of their habits. she is playful, quite optimistic and lighthearted. she is lonely, and she does wish she knew more about the real world so that she could learn of the other, more 'real' viscets. she is lonely, but this doesn't mean she isn't happy. she is very happy, possibly too much for her own good, if we're being honest about it. she tries to let as little as possible get her down.

(132 words)

[Mint Chip]

Round One is ending in 3 Hours!

[Mint Chip]

Most anyone who filled out the information I asked for, and put in at least a little effort is moving onto the next round. But I'm listing out for certain all the ones who made it into round two below so there's no confusion. c:
Contestants moving on to Round Two are:
Yoosung Kim★, true knight, *~Blizzard~*, milo., tiny little box, Rainbowpitbull, kaoruthewolf, Steampunkalec, cheeb, madras, Blukitty53, grizzly., lady lightwing., Fivefingers, ~Phantom, .kaede, Optimuslover.., Lukina, ~Prophecy~, Girl Wolf Furry, Sweet and Salty, Softballpup12, Chipmunch5, trans, and commandant

Now what is Round Two you might ask? Well you'll find out below. c:

ROUND TWO
this round will be a bit harder than last round. In this round I want you to tell me about their past, it can be a memory, singular event or a general story about their life prior to where they are now. You have 700 words to write about their past with plus 3 extras if you choose to use them. The extras can be up to 3 Illustrations or 600 words extra. The extras cannot be split up (e.g.: 1 illustration and 400 words, etc). The artwork needs to go alongside your story, as do the extra words if you choose that instead of the artwork. If you do choose to do the artwork, comics and animations are not allowed, but also know you do not have to do full blown images. Colored sketches or flat colors would be fine as well so long as it corresponds with your story. However don't get too worried here, it is entirely possible to go onto the next round without doing the extra allowances at all, so long as your story is good / depicts & develops the character you're building well. I'm going to be strict with the word count but again if you go over by a couple words (less than 10) I won't count that against you however. c: (also you are welcome to format / pretty up your form if you wish. but no neon or brightly colored texts)

*remember to keep your form consistent throughout the competition. and link your round one form in your round two form. do not edit your round one form.
Count down until round's end

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Story about Past / History: (700 words max)
Extras: (up to 3 Illustrations [b]or[/b] 600 words - must go with story)

[Vixen Luo]

Round One Form
-combined story and word extras-


Malloria had always been different.
Although not quite kind, she had been a very lively and playful girl, one whose spirit went unmatched by her peers even on the happiest of days; even with her somewhat bratty attitude, many saw her as a bright girl expecting an even brighter future.

On the day she discovered what powers she beheld, her demeanor shifted. At first, she was experimental; she would cast smaller spells, turning cockroaches into mice or songbirds into eagles--but as her shaky grasp on her abilities strengthened, she grew crueler, and her humor grew twisted. She would curse visclings with frail limbs and cackle at their tangled feet as they wailed and struggled to stand, shroud close friends or mates with illusions to tear their close bonds apart and watch every moment as though it were entertaining-- and nothing stopped her. Even when she was exiled from her village and left to starve and fend for herself, the viscling stood up on her own two paws and pressed on with her little toys keeping her moving along the way. The older she grew, the less she cared about how harmful her spells were--and, as she reached the equivalent of teenage years in her life, she began to cast much more deadly enchantments.

It began when a particular viscet caught her eye. A handsome male with a magnificent coat of browns, speckled ornately like that of a hyena; even his name, Jean, seemed to cloak him with an air of interest, and as such, Malloria became captivated.
It had started out quite simple; Malloria had come across him while she’d been traveling through the thick, suffocating forests of what she’d deemed unknown and he, home. They’d had a curious confrontation, with mild flirtations exchanged and interests flared until Jean turned tail and returned home, tacitly leaving Malloria to follow.

Kahlri was his mother’s name. She didn’t look one bit like Jean, but Malloria could tell from the way that they acted with each other that they were closer than any bond she’d ever had. From that, her jealousy had sparked. However, to retain her welcome, she had decided to strike a deal with Kahlri; in exchange for Malloria’s knowledge in alchemy and spell-casting, the pixie-winged witch would be allowed to stay and live with her soon-to-be beloved and his mother in their rather cramped little home.
For seasons, the three lived together somewhat happily; there were little fights to be picked, aside from the...rather odd and confusing ones Jean and Kahlri had become prone to breaking out into. Malloria’s skills spiked with her tutoring and informing of Kahlri, and within a year of her stay with the two, Malloria was certain she had captured his heart.

The night she planned to admit her feelings happened to be the same night that she had decided to tutor Kahlri on her personal favorite selection of spells -- death spells, which ranged from summoning beasts set endlessly on tearing their selected victim down to curses that led others to an unfortunate death at the claws, fangs, or any other specified method that the caster pleased to choose. Rather than receive a positive response from her older student, however, Malloria was met with disgust and outrage when what the former realized that the ‘joke’ lesson was all too real.

“What is wrong with you, child!? I asked of your knowledge for means of information, not murder. Is this why you have no home? Is this what you take pride in? You disgust me, Malloria.”

“What? Ri, come on. It’s not a big deal; it’s not like I’ve ever used those things before. I mean, sure, maybe I’ve experimented with them, but…”

“Experimented? Don’t lie to me. I’ve met enough criminals in my life to know what ‘experimenting’ is.”

“...so what? What are you going to do about it?” Her voice was snarky, smug as she stared the older female down, her eyes narrowing. Kahlri glared right back, her ears pinned back against her head.

“Stay away from Jean.”

“What? No! This has to be some kind of joke-!”

“Stay away from my son, you witch! I raised him to do his work, criminal or not, properly! He has strong morals and a good heart--you’ve neither, and you deserve neither. Stay away from my son, or I will--”

“You’ll what? Tell him I’m some big, bad meanie? That I’ll hurt his feelings if I become his mate?” Her words dripped with mockery.

“I don’t have to.” Malloria was put off by the smug gleam in Kahlri’s eyes; what was she so pleased about-?

Jean’s voice interrupted the quarrel.
“...Malloria?”

That night, he had been there to see and hear everything. When Malloria had seen his eyes glimmering with disbelief, and then darken with anger in a sense of protection for his mother, she felt her heart twist in despair. Even after all of her attempts to impress him, to capture his interest and wean him away from that wench’s side, he still stuck with her over Malloria, the one who really mattered.
She’d cried, pleaded for him to let her stay, flew into a rage and broke bottles, demanding for him to hear her out -- but she knew that his decision was made from the cold, cold look in his eyes as he spat two simple words at her, as if that were all he had the stomach to say to her.

“Get out.”

She’d left without another word, her spirit broken; her wings twitched to life and off she flew, out of the clogged forest and into the empty night air, where her chest heaved and her muzzle burned, a pit of agony and hatred and outrage boiling and festering inside of her fur like a heat-stroke, eating away at her thoughts until finally her rage clouded her vision and she’d tumbled down after striking something in the air. Crashing to the floor and crumpling into a heap of sobs, she let out a cry of frustration as her claws raked into the grassy earth until they ripped, as if she were just fantasizing being able to do such a thing to that wretched Kahlri. She hated her. She hated her. If only she weren’t alive--

Her shallow breaths slowed until reason entered her mind again. Why, Malloria, can’t you make that happen? After all, you’re the best enchantress in the world. Right? the snide little voice her head purred, and her ears pinned back. Of course she was.

That night, Malloria finally found the breath of fresh air she’d been aching for. Her aching paws had set into the dirt as a dim glow ebbed from her fur, her eyes glinting a vibrant green while the wind kicked up and her tail lashed. “Make her pay for this. Make her pay for ruining my life!” she roared, and upon regaining her sight, Malloria was met with the image of dozens of shadowy viscets gazing back at her, holding their gazes until they turned and flocked in the direction she’d come from. A problem met, a problem solved.

“Well. Who needs a mate anyway?” she murmured, a smirk twisting across her muzzle. “Who needs anyone when you’re someone like me?” If Jean didn’t want her, that was fine; she didn’t need the frailty of companionship. She was just fine on her own; it was his loss, right?

Jean’s soul was broken that night, when Kahlri’s cries split the air before cutting off eternally. Malloria’s was torn from her chest the moment she heard Jean’s heartbroken, grief-stricken wails; how revolting it had been to hear such pathetic cries when someone so much better was still living and breathing for him--well, for him, she was no longer doing either.

Now, she was alive for herself.

[milo.]

Round One Form

Story about Past / History:

The exact words of the prophecy have been lost in translation for centuries, though I could tell you it involves something along the lines of "new Queen" and "wings of stained glass". In many instances, a prophecy is just as it is by definition-- a prediction. In this particular instance, however, this prediction has become a titillating myth and nothing more. Nothing more, of course, until the prophecy is no longer considered fairy-tale and is, in fact, incredibly real. Wherein a Viscling is hatched to two very ordinary Viscets in one very ordinary clan. In this one very peculiar and random happenstance, the Western forests will at last find solace and comfort in their new Queen's rule. Fate, some say. This was entirely fate, though the hardened believers of the prophecy would preach otherwise; elders of the clan grouping together to tell stories of their hard times and the harder times to come if their destined Queen had not been born. This was nothing short of a miracle.

I couldn't tell you how overjoyed the clan was to see the little bundle the moment she cracked through her colourful shell. A grand feast had been shared that evening-- a celebration to honor their new little Queen. Gifts and praise from each in turn. I had never seen the clan happier. The shell itself was prophecy in it's own right, really. When the ordinary pair had announced the laying of their pastel tinted egg, the news traveled quickly through the ranks. There were some non-believers, claiming they were only out for fame and glory, but when the egg was presented before the entire clan - ( per request of the wise Elders ) - I can tell you it was perhaps one of the greatest sights I had ever had the pleasure to behold. The entire clan bowed-- very few with hesitance, very many with eager adoration. Not to the mated pair, but to the colourful egg that promised them all a bright, colour future.

Growing up was hardly easy for the girl, though it was far from negative in that regard. Being extraordinary with ordinary parents proved to challenge them all in many ways. It would be a year later before the clan would realise Tatania's full potential. Nobody could easily explain the female's ability to fly with such delicate looking wings, but it was a question - like many others - that would continue to go unanswered. The real challenge was teaching the poor girl how to fly. There was only so much her very ordinary parents could do. They could provide her with support and all the knowledge they had on flying, but it would never be quite enough now, would it? They struggle to show her the proper way-- but all they have to go off of are the birds in the trees and the insects buzzing about.

Tatania's savior comes in the form of an angel. The girl, upon having heard the woeful cries of her mother about "not being enough" and "failing our future Queen", took it upon herself to take flying lessons on her own. Jumping from rocks and low branches that could hold her weight, nothing seemed to suffice-- but large wings block out the sunrise for just a moment, and a pair of understanding eyes lock with her own. ENTER AZULA, STAGE LEFT. she visits near daily, fulfilling her self given duty of teaching Tatania how to use her wings properly and being there with her every step of the way. Through every failed leap and through every awesome moment of her being airborne on her own.

She doesn't show off her flying ability until she turns the age of two. She flies to her coronation - flutters down to the stage, where all lights and eyes are focused on her. It is here where she gives her most important monologue, making promises to her loyal subjects. Here, where she accepts the crown and garments made to flash her rank. ENTER JAMES, STAGE RIGHT. A very important Viscet that she had given the highest honor of crowning her. It's here, that Tatania finally finds her place in life. Here, among her friends and family, where she truly belongs. (699/700)

Extras:

The morning air is crisp and Tatania starts her morning off as she always does - by inspecting her future subjects to be sure everyone is doing well. She's a shepherd in the early mornings. Often she will stay close to her clan, guarding them and watching them as they stir awake to start their own morning routines. This morning, however, feels different. There's a tenseness in the air that has Tatania shuffling on her paws with worry. She had always been one to follow her intuition, and today would be no exception. She excuses herself silently to nobody, and follows her gut toward the cliff side.

She expects to see Azula when she leaves the comfort of the forest and steps into the open meadow. Tatania isn't sure what she would do if her friend was in trouble-- they'd been through a lot together already. Azula had been there for her when she needed it most, and she couldn't handle the thought of losing someone so genuine. What she finds instead is a darker hued Viscet at the edge of the cliffs, simply staring. Admiring. It wasn't anyone's fault really, this particular rock Jim is seated on is loose. The rocks crumble under his paws. There's no time to react at all, it just happens and all James can do is release a yelp of surprise.

Tatania has never moved so quickly in her life.

She is confident that she can save this Viscet, and perhaps it was entirely that confidence that lead her to do so. The girl leaps blindly over the broken cliffs, diving and reaching for the falling male with all paws. When she feels the weight of him in her fore paws, she tugs him to her chest, curling herself around him to keep him steady. Quite obviously, he struggled. Snapping jaws and snarls until Tatania leaned her head down and shushed him softly. Shh, shh. you're alright now. You're safe, I've got you. I'm not letting go. Please, trust in me. And he did. He relinquished all fear and put his trust in her. She was able to carry him to safety, nearer the trees, and set him down gently. She dropped down next to him, stretching her limbs and releasing a joyous laugh. He stared her down, bewildered.

"What in bleeding hell happened?" The male is trying to keep a calm facade, but the panic in his voice isn't hard to miss. "I'm dead. Am i dead?" And Tatania laughs, but it isn't a malicious laugh, no. It's a gentle laugh. A soothing sound. One that lulls. She's giddy about the whole ordeal-- she's happy that this male is safe.

She assures him he isn't dead, smiling warmly. "But you might have been, had I not been there. The cliffs are dangerous. You must be more cautious."

He assures her that he will be. She lets him inspect her wings, putting her trust in him when he asks to manipulate them so he may study how they work. He doesn't treat her like fragile glass, but he is delicate. It's only after they have had a lengthy conversation that they finally pause, turn to one another, and introduce themselves. The male goes first, dipping his head in a respectful nod before speaking his name. The name of his mate, and the names of his children. His head dips lower when she introduces herself in return, speaking her title of future Queen and appointing him the role of "Archbishop" for her coronation. She sees something amazing in him, and intuition never steered her wrong before. (600/600)