Name:
Ignatius
It means firey one in Latin
Gender:
Male
Enthusiastic Ignatius is enthusiastic, he enjoys every little thing he does and is intrigued by what others are doing. He always show an interest in every living thing, ranging from other viscets to animals and plant life. He gets very excited when he discovers new things and even met new viscets. He even runs around in circles and bounce up and down, if he is really overjoyed. Energetic Ignatius is very energetic and never seems to run out of energy. He has a strong vitality which leads to him to hardly give up. He loves to try again if he fails or stuff something up. He loves to improve but depending on what it is can tend to be very difficult and eventually will lead him to give up. He always has a high-spirit, most of the time, and is very cheerful. DebonairIgnatius is confident and charming. He loves to talk to other creatures and viscets, even if they can't understand him. He shows genuine interest in other people and loves to hear what they have to say. Even though he has met only a few Viscets, he always remember their names. He is very friendly and loves to talk to people. He loves asking questions and getting to know them better. He always makes eye contact and in a way he smiles with his eyes. He always faces towards the person he is talking to. Easily Discouraged Even though he is confident, he can be easily discouraged from doing something, especially if it seems too difficult. He always listens to others, in general and if they are doing a task that he too has to complete. If they say something along the lines like 'This seems way too difficult, why on earth would someone attempt to do such a thing." Then he would easily become discouraged, even if he isn't doing the task set up for him, he will be discouraged to try it in the future. This would be the only time he gives up on something and if someone tells him to give up on something.
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It was a nice warm day in spring, winter was finally over, the snow had already melted away with the heat of the sun. It was dawn, the sun was rising above the horizon to start the day with soft rays of golden. The sky was a mix of gold, grey and blue. Stepping out of his den, that was covered up in dry, damp, brown and golden leaves. He walked out onto the soft grass that had started to recover from the long vast chilly winter. This was the start of spring, stretching while he walked out of his den that was in a base of a tree that led underground. The tree had started to bloom flowers and fruit. Standing up on his two-hind legs, he jumped to grab one of the gorgeous fruit that was also delicious to eat. He grabbed three of the fruits from the lowest branch, with a crackling snap, the twig that was holding them had snapped. A loud thud hit the ground, happy that he had finally achieved in getting the fruit. He was always too short to grab them as they were in the highest branches. He always had to wait for them to drop to the ground, even then he had no guarantee that he would eat them as they were in high competition among other creatures. Overjoyed at his achievement, he ran around in a circle, chirping happily. He quickly ate them while holding them in his front paws, savoring the taste of the golden fruit. Succulent juice dripped down his mouth and on his paws onto the forest floor below. After he had ate them, he stood up, stretching up as high as he could reach, he scratched against the bark of the tree. He had marked his territory, making sure that while he was gone, other viscets would know that a viscet was inhabiting the area. He had decided to go explore beyond his territory today. He rarely goes out of his territory but today was an exception. He always loved spring, he loved seeing the plants bloom after a long cold winter. He enjoyed seeing pretty flowers blossom and new green leaves flourish on trees.
He got up onto his strong hind legs and jogged carefully though the forest, making sure that he didn't disturb any critter still slumbering. By the time he had reached the edge of his territory, dawn had came and now it was morning. Blue sky and golden rays lit the land below, Ignatius pelt had an orange aurora from the sunshine, making him stand out against the forest. Puffy white clouds were slowly drifting against the light blue sky, some of the clouds even formed objects, if you looked at them long enough. One more step and he would be out of his territory, the trees that lined his boundaries had clear scratch marks that he made the week before. He strode forward, ears forward against his head as he was alert for new things. Maybe he might find some different creatures or even better new plants, he wondered as to what he might find. Even though it was spring, he liked to have a small supply of food in case it rains. He prefers to stay cozy inside his den, that and he has to stop water from going into it. He does this by placing a medium sized rock at the entrance of his den, it seems to stop water from getting past so far. He explored the new terrain, it was had more forestry than his territory, he was even considering expanding his territory because of this new found land. It was serine and beautiful, birds sang divine melodies and the warm breeze ran through the air and the leaves of the trees, making them sway in the current direction of the wind.
It was mid-day now, as he ventured further in the dense overgrowth. He had discovered plenty of new species of plants, he didn't have time to study them though. This was an exploration trip, to discover what laid beyond his borders. He would have to come back again to find more data for his botanist notebook. He has way to many of these, books piled upon books, of his findings. They even had samples of the plants from a preserved leaf to even a twig. So far he loved the new sights of the forest, he never wants to stop exploring it. Suddenly he had ventured into a damp and misty swamp. Frogs were croaking and flies and other bugs were buzzing in swarms near the water. He ventured more further to study the life in the swamp. He never has been to a swamp before, he only heard what a swamp was like from other viscets he had met. He saw a plant, like no other he had seen previously, that was an intriguing plant, it had thorn-like pinches on the sides and a wide flat but slightly curved lobe-like substances. He watched it and before he could pick it up, a fly had landed on it. As fast as a lightning bolt the plant had closed with a soft snap as it devoured the fly. He was very interested in it, attempting to pick it up again, he made sure none of the roots were damaged and carried it back to his home and he made sure to carry an handful of the soil it lived in.
It was twilight when he got back, the sky was darkening to a pitch-black shade, as the day was coming to an end. Placing the soil and the carnivorous plant down, he went and scavenged for a pot he had made out of clay from mud. He had never used it as he never really found a plant that he would love to keep for life or even one that intrigued him as much as this one. He placed the little plant down gently in the pot and covered the stems and roots of it with the soil he had carried from the swamp. He had made a little roost for it, outside where it can catch bugs and have sunlight for photosynthesis. He headed to his bed as it was dark now, curled up on his pile of soft and downy moss. He slept soundly as he was happy of his new findings.
Vespira >
Best friend He met Vespira on one of her many travels, he was intrigued by the adventurous viscet with a unique bird companion and asked her about her many journeys and what is was like to explore the world. She had told him wonderful stories from when she ventured into a swamp, she even got stuck there and had to find a way to escape from sinking into the bog. They exchanged many stories and talked about each other. They had become the best of friends, he enjoys her traveling adventure stories and she enjoyed learning about plants. He always enjoyed when she visited, and he does care if she is safe. Each time she visits, he always supplies her with herbs that can help her in different situations, some herbs could heal sunburn, and some can help with sickness. Constanza >
"pet"Constanza is the name of Ignatius' "pet" Venus flytrap. It is non-binary. He always makes sure it is strong and healthy, he even collects bugs for it to eat, and fresh soil and mulch from the swamp he had found it in. 
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Likes xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DislikesPlants
He adores plants, to him plants are the most
interesting things on the planet. He loves to study them and
write about different species of plants in his notebooks.
He even has his own 'pet' Venus flytrap.
Nature
Ignatius loves nature, to him if he wasn't out in nature
that would make him sad and miserable. He loves the
great outdoors and all the endless things he could do.
It gives him a wide opportunities to do new things.
Animals
Animals and little critters are his second favorite thing
in the whole wide world. Animals are simply adorable
and complex creatures, some are even misunderstood.
He enjoys listening to the songs of birds, the croaking
of frogs and the chirping of crickets.
Storms/rain
Rain and even worse storms are his biggest nightmares.
He prefers to keep his fur nice, dry and fluffy. He does like
having bathes in the river but against his will - nuh. He does
prefer to stay dry, especially since there is no cover for rain
unless he is in his den. He has a strong dislike
of the rain, however it is good for the earth so he doesn't
complain much. The biggest reason why he hates it,
is because his den sometimes floods
especially when he is out, gathering information or food.
Spiders
They are even more terrifying than storms and the possibility
of his den getting flooded. The little pincers, eight gloomy eyes
and eight scary legs, scare the daylight out of him.
Winter
Winter was never his thing, he dislikes the cold, but he does
enjoy the snow. He was never the wintery type, he is more of
a summer or even a spring type of viscet. The main reason he
doesn't like winter is because the plants start browning up and
some of them perish, which makes him sad.
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