Yea idk xD
Go wild on this! But you only have untillllll next weekened, Sunday : ] So a week from today.
Go wild on this! But you only have untillllll next weekened, Sunday : ] So a week from today.
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Name: Monico Vixi
Nickname; Vixen, for his quarrelsome nature and his will to fight and contradict the heart strings
Gender: Male
Personality: Vivacious • spacey • Contradicting • Careless • Haughty
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Monico is well known for his firey and spiteful attitude, he can't keep how he acts in check and with no equilibrium on personal choices no one is truly sure how to feel about him. The chances of meeting him at the wrong time are high, because of the situations he gets himself hurled into. He is often one to act first and think only in the few calm moments after, indecisively weary. Most of his final process consist of unsure choices he never full made decision of, and acts of passion, with the process of entirely overpowering senses and, pulsing endearment to another level.Habits and quirks:
-Squirms at the sight of blood
-Always changing his mind back and forth, without telling anyone
-Very unorganized and disbandment
-Ties his hair tight with holly
-Usually styles his hair different every day to week
-Blows at strands of hair
-Snuffles his nose when he doesn't like something a great deal
-Very passionate
-Not quite trusting, and weary at being trustable
-Soemtimes forgets to control his volume all together
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The jingle bells were ringing, ringing, ringing. The late night lovers had kissed goodnight only a few hours ago, and all who were left awake were the ruffians making use of coal and a small male arising from the water into the frosty air. His mane was tied up into a duetfully put bun, and with small strands poking up into the atmosphere the little male rubbed his, water soaked, hands together, walking through the bounds of snow and ice with a hop in his step.
He had done something, something that could have arguably been grand or horrific, with him how could you know for sure? All that could be know was that he was practically dancing through the amastment of glaciers and piles of white. Gliding over the rough compactment, he hopped toward his home town, so easy to see with it's obvious red and green flashing lights, they didn't just blink... They blinded.
He had made his mind on a choice, and it had been a good one... At least he thought so, now that all of that indecision was gone. Puffing up his cheeks, taking in sharp whisps of air, he blew away hair from his face, sending it to the sides as if he was the wind that commanded it so. Monico was his name but, no one remembered that, it was always Vixen really. He knew how to start a fight, and how to end it on most occasions too.
What he was doing at this late hour of the night was just that... Ending a show of fisticuffs with a mastermind plan that has everyone in the dark, metaphorically speaking of course. Everyone except him, he was literally in the dark, the barely viable blackness of night slowing eating at him every now and then, when the blearing lights didn't protect.
