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"the deepest secret is that life is not a process of discovery, but a process of creation. your are not discovering yourself but creating yourself anew. seek, therefore, not to find out who you are, seek to determine what you want to be" - Neal Donald Walsch
this quote is his favorite because of how true it is in his life. it is true in so many ways that he often neglected to see this for one portion of his life. the simple fact that he needed to find out what he wanted to be instead of who he was hit him when truman came along. and the quote, though short it maybe, is true for most of us.
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lord raegami
a little about mei currently own 1 viscet and would love to own this guy and make him my second. when i saw him i fell in love with his simple design and firey colors. i really like his four color pallet and would love the honor of calling him my own.
nameacredus
nicknameacre , demon , hades , partner
gendermale of course
[species] age5 years
[human] ageif he were human he would be no more than 16 years
caretakeran anthropologist that had acre for halloween , an unfortunate 29 year old , named truman
nine word personalityhe is visceral , he gives solace , he isn't derogatory
in depth personalityacredus is commonly seen as visceral. he goes by gut instinct, and more often than not, he doesn't have a reasonable explanation for things. acre often does things by instinct not really thinking it through or adding in the possible consequences or benefits from his actions. he isn't careless, he just has his own way of doing things. acredus can be credited with giving solace to others. during halloween you can see him around comforting all the little viscets he calls souls, he sees wandering around from house to house. sometimes its for the sake of being with them, others is to keep them from being distressed or spooked by all the scary things that go on during halloween. and lastly, what acre isn't is derogatory. acre shows respect for everyone, no matter how big or small, or how old or young they are. he doesn't show low respect for anyone. he loves everyone.
dialogue/action/personality snippet -- sorry it turned into a story XDacredus glared at the small viscets running up and down the street. here he was stuck with Truman. and he couldn't even step foot outside his own home. 'why can't i go out and give solace to those poor souls?' he thought as Truman walked up to him and petted his head. Acre growled at him and stalked off to the door, sitting by it and glaring at his owner. as if accusing him of some murdurus crime. the crime of not letting him outside. "Acre, i know you want to go out. but your a little too old for this. We have work to do in here." Truman sighed as he looked at the pile of bones in the middle of the room. The floor was covered in tagged bones. bones from dinosaurs, bones from unknown species, the occasional fossilized bone still needing to be freed. Acre snorted at Truman, turning his back to him and watching out the window at the small viscets. "Acre, please..." Truman begged as Acredus stalked off to his corner of the house. flopping down on his bed- a crib mattress covered in pieces of dog bone treats, and the occasional fur balls as Acre sheds- he glared at Truman from his corner of the room. his eyes seeming to burn into Truman's head through his eyes.
overview history
Truman hated seeing his partner like this. He knew what happened every Halloween. Acre would throw away his job inorder to give solace to the little viscets running up and down the road. The little Ghost-like creatures gathering candy on this spooky and fun-filled night. Truman looked at Acre, feeling a sense of guilt for not letting him leave. but they had a job to do. "Acre, how about we finish the work here, and then you can go" he proposed. Acre wasn't having it. 'who do you think i am. some kind of working animal? i help you 364 days a year. you can't give me tonight?' Acre thought as he growled at Truman and shut him out. Truman caved. he opened the door and glared at Acre. "go ahead. fine. go. but your work load will be doubled when you get back." he grumbled as Acre stood up with renewed vigor. he walked toward the door and licked Truman's hand. a simple thanks. and jumped out the door.
walking down the road he accompanied many little viscets on their hunt for candy. most of them were small and young. many asked him what he was for halloween. to which he replied "i am a death guide." usually getting a resonating "oooooh" from the children. Acre carried some of the little viscets from house to house, glancing back at his own home. seeing Truman in the window, a smug grin on his face. the viscet flicked his tail and excorted the little ones around town. whenever they called him "Death" he'd call them "his little souls". but there was this one viscet that intrigued him most of all.
their colors.
their colors were amazingly captavative.
reds and blues and greens. all held together by one color.
their eyes shown a determination. to gather all the candy.
this little cutie was dressed as a mage. a spell caster if you will.
they wandered around, as though they were lost. and i was compelled to help them.
we met eyes, exchanged words, and fixed issues.
we gathered candy, chatted and laughed.
but when the night was coming to a close, the little mage wasn't comforted.
i took them to the last house. a house filled with treats and delights.
this fixed the little mages problem.
and my work was done.
acre returned home to a tired Truman. sleeping at his work desk, over a bone he was cleaning. Acre grunted and grabbed a blanket from the couch and overed him with it. taking the half worked bone from the table, he walked back to his corner. working delactly with his front claws, he scratched and worked at the dirt around the bone. he worked all night.
in the morning. Truman opened his eyes to see a Tired Acre. he was polishing the bones. the pile had been cleaned and the bones were finished. Truman gave Acre a surprised look. "Acredus, you... you finished the work?" he asked as the viscet nodded his head and curled up on his bed. "you didn't have to do that, i could have done some." he grumbled as Acre's tail flicked and he closed his eyes. "thank you though." Truman whispered as Acre fell asleep.acre was an orphan when he was small viscet. but a friend came around, his friend named truman. he adopted him, and took care of him. took him into his arms and cared for him when no one else would. acre has been trumans buddy (or vice versa) ever since. but there was a time when acre tested trumans loyalty. acre had been digging up bones in the excavation site and triman ran him over. acre's leg was broken and he wouldn't let truman get near him. eventually acre succumbed to the pain and allowed a distraught truman to help him. acre's leg was fixed and placed in a cast. the memory of everything that happened to him that day, buzzed through acre's mind. and he ran away. acre wandered the streets and went from town to town, for two long months. during that time, Truman couldn't bear it. he was without his buddy, and he couldn't understand why he ran away. acre's mind cleared and he chose to forgive Truman for the accident. Acre came back. Truman vowed not to hurt his buddy again and pampered him. getting him anything he wanted. and acre hasn't left since.
impairments -- nose , hind left legwhen acre was a little viscet, his nose was badly injured in a fight with another viscet. the sensors in his nose were damaged and he couldn't smell after it. acredus didn't need his nose for much more then scent finding. but sometimes the memories tied to his nose makes him uncomfortable. it doesn't bother him much anymore.
his hind left leg was run over in an accident Truman caused. Acredus was digging up bones in the excavation site near their home and Truman ran him over with his truck. the way he ran him over, the tire caught his leg and broke it from the joint connecting to the pelvis down. it was a break and he was stuck at home for a few weeks. his leg is fully healed and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference if he broke it or not.
connection with [items] -- robe , small excavation packacre owns a robe and a small excavation pack. both were given to him by Truman, in which he loved it. Acre only wears the robe during halloween, but carries around the small excavation pack all the time.
connection with [species] -- good with small childrenacre is great with small children. be it human or viscet. he loves to carry them around and help them out. his weakness is babies. the ones just learning how to walk and/or crawl. he will stay beside them and help them like a mother would her child. adults are respected and loved, but he likes children more.
connection with [others] -- Truman and Acredus have their momentsTruman and Acredus have their moments with each other. loving each other, fighting, ect. it's like a relationship. they fight at times, Acre wont listen to him, Truman will get angry, but it's all normal to them. it's how everything works.
occupation [name]anthropologist helper/assistance
occupation [work entitled]Acre helps Truman with many jobs
occupation [how they take it]Acre loves the job , he takes it seriously
problems with occupationthe only problem is the amount of work piled up at once.
faux occupation [name]
death guide
faux occupation [work entitled]Acre is a death guide, one who charters souls to the afterlife.
problems with occupationhe doesn't really get a day off and his job is about the worst it can get. he uses the colors of the sky to help him fixate on something other than his job. a distraction if you will. Acre has a habit of collecting stories, of viscets, humans, fictional people, etc. he often tells stories of his own, as a means of distraction to everything around him. he often searches for meaning, why he's here, why so and so died, etc. but acredus just wants to be normal.
extra thingslikes - children , bones , truman
acredus loves children, bone collecting and finding, and his buddy truman. nothing more needs to be said. dislikes - being cooped up period , when truman gets buggy on halloween, acre hates being cooped up, and his major issue is when truman gets buggy.
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