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[Vixen Luo]

Username - true knight
Name - minnow
Gender - female
Favorite Color - teal
Favorite Season - winter
Favorite Plant - watercress
Favorite Animal - starsweet (real animal -- deer)
Best Friend (can be anything) - alonzo

Short story (min of 300 words) - "Alonzo--geez, Alonzo, would you slow down, please!?" An alarmed yip, or the equivalent of one, left the muzzle of a plain-colored female Viscet as she raced after a tiny orange, white and red speck flying far ahead of her. Maybe agreeing to a race wasn't the best idea; Alonzo always beat her, and he never knew when to quit flying--
"Alonzo, watch out!" A small chirp of alarm left the little Starsweet as he fumbled and flapped his little wings in an attempt to stop himself before he crashed into a tree before him, his orange eyes wide with alarm. Within moments, his larger friend, Minnow, was at his side, holding the tiny creature in her paws with flattened ears. "I told you to be careful. You're a great flyer, but--you've got to watch out. You can't hurt yourself," the female puffed, and the Sweet chirped in response, ruffling his tiny pelt and sitting neatly as though retaliating innocently. He knew her well enough by now not to take her seriously, even though he probably should have.
"Are you listening to me? Oh--I'm sorry, was I too harsh? I didn't upset you, did I?" Minnow blinked slowly and stared down at the winged 'sweet, searching for any sign of sadness; however, the little creature instead shook his head, cocking his head up at her in confusion. Minnow, in response, sighed as though slightly annoyed with herself, glancing down. "Ah, I'm sorry, 'Lonzo...I just--I don't want to go too overboard. I know I can be annoying..." A sharp chirp argued against her, and she turned her head away. "Don't give me that.." Another chirp followed, and Alonzo was on his feet again.
"O-okay. Yeah, maybe you're right...I'm just--overreacting. I should just lighten up." Alonzo wriggled his rear end after a moment, flattening his top half playfully. Minnow grinned slightly, feeling her negativity drain at the sight.
"Ready for round two? Don't crash this time!"
"Mrp!"

Personality (min of 250 words) - Minnow is very lacking in self confidence, for starters. She's very insecure about the decisions she makes or the way she does things, and therefore her life is usually just consistent of her tripping and stumbling over her every thought, analyzing just what options she has and the consequences that follow. That being said, Minnow is very sweet and encouraging for others; although she likes to consider herself a plain little thing - like the fish she shares a name with - she is never short of cheerful and bubbly, always offering those who share her problems words of encouragement to let them take flight. A good example of this would be her best friend, Alonzo the Starsweet; she loves to encourage him or offer him any form of compliments - even though they can't really talk - but she ironically does not follow her own words. Minnow is bold in the sense that she can confront others about problems she finds in the way they act or treat others, and isn't afraid to stand her ground--but she is sensitive enough that any bullying or harmful words or threatening stances may affect her poorly, and upset her. Minnow is very quick to find infatuation with others - she prefers females, in particular - but doesn't often act on her fancies because of her own hesitancy and inability to portray confidence. She hasn't really dated before because of this, and unfortunately, she feels as though she'll never settle down with anyone because she can't bring herself to open up and accept a compliment or feel good about herself every now and then.

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[r.ddler]

Username - Kaarin
Name - Andrew
Gender - Male
Favorite Color - Green
Favorite Season - Fall
Favorite Plant - Oak Tree
Favorite Animal - Chinchilla
Best Friend (can be anything) - A standard Schnauzer named Scruffy
Short story (min of 300 words) - Scruffy yipped happily, nipping at Andrew's thick tail. "Ouch! What was that for?", Andrew chuckled, a wide smile spread across his angular features. The grey flecked dog pounced across the green field around the viscet, his small stub tail waggling violently. No one quite knew where Scruffy had come from, he had just kind of fell into Andrew's life. Just the way he was supposed to. It was a stormy night among the streets of the small town of Berkley, when the blue creature had been wandering. The two had shared the night, chilly and soaking wet, but with much joy. Streaks of blue and grey were seen running into the woods where they shared the rest of their known lives. The two hunt, run, and laugh together. Well... Scruffy more or less yips and chuffs, happy to have a companion of Andrew's size and species. The two are virtually inseparable. The two learn from each other, Scruffy teaching Andrew how to run longer and with less worry. Andrew taught Scruffy signals and very minor language ques, leaving the two to speak in their own language throughout the forest.

"Scruffy, let's go! The deer are on the move!", the silver dog leaped to attention, already making his way to the creek nearby. That was where the two had predicted that the herd would move through. Truth was they didn't need the food, they just wanted to watch, and maybe chase. It would be fun to play with the deer, depending on the mentality of their group. If they were having troubles and were tense, Scruffy and Andrew had decided to stay back and simply witness the crossing of the large herd. Maybe they'd see a majestic stag! Andrew sat on his large haunches, large tail swinging silently behind him. The larger of the two looked on silently, smiling as the thundering of hooves was heard in the distance.
Personality (min of 250 words) - Andrew is very smart, not in the street or book sense, but he's a very fast learner. When it comes to teaching he's very patient and kind. He doesn't have a temper of really any kind. He's very determined and feels any of his goals can be achieved with plenty of hard work, and diligence. He smiles in the darkest of times, and he seems to be the glue that holds most people together. When he runs across people in his forest he happily guides them through the confusing paths and the brier patches, many humans tell tales of the pale and large creatures lurking in the forests around Berkley. Tales of wolves, and small yappy dogs that defend the lost children and wounded fauna. They're legends to the locals, and a cheerful one that brings hope and faith into the hearts of those that lost. Andrew is happy to help, but not to serve, he's stubborn when he knows his ways work, and generally he takes the long way out so he's not bored throughout the days of his happy life. Many still wonder of this mysterious viscet, most haven't connected two and two, and realized that Andrew is in fact a viscet, one of the rarer species that seems to be taking root around the world.

To sum it up Andrew is kind, witty, helpful, and stubborn. A very good leader, and someone who doesn't find it necessary to label most things. He doesn't differ at all when he's surrounded by other people, he stays compassionate and stubborn, still to his words and ways.
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[imperials]

Username - .umbreon.
Name - Cyano
Gender - male
Favorite Color - Red
Favorite Season - Fall
Favorite Plant - Jacobs Ladder
Favorite Animal - Snow leopard
Best Friend (can be anything) - A small little kitten that comes into his backyard for food every morning
Short story (min of 300 words) - Cyano had always loved It was one of his passions as a veterinarian to take care of them. Though his whole life though. He never had a pet. Ever, unless you count the many spiders that lived in his house in which he was deathly afraid of. One day when he was tending to his garden out back. Watering his tomatoes and beans to be exact, something rubbed up against his leg. A small tabby kitten with grey tabby stripes, white tail tip, white underbelly, chin, and paws. As well as the brightest blue eyes ever. They were like two pools filled with blue neon lights. He fell in love with the little kitten right away and cared for it. Though when the kitten refused to stay indoors and ran out every second it got. Cyano decided to keep the little furry creature outside. Every morning, he would wake up, slip on his little red bunny slippers and change out of his blue, green, and red dino pajama top and pants. And change into his casual ware. Which consisted of a red plaid shirt. Loose fitting jeans with holes in them. Black nike socks and some plain converses with a black beanie to top it off. Heading into his kitchen, he out cook himself up some pancakes and bacon. Watch his morning news on channel 9 and relax for a little bit before he would every day, almost right at 7:30 in the morning, hear a small scratching noise just outside his door. As if he was on queue. His morning news would turn off at that time and he would head into the kitchen door. There was a sliding door just in the dining room where he would open it every morning and let the small kitten in. He would feed her food every morning and after a few days, decided to give her the name of Shade.
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As a young kid. Cyano was always tagged as the super loving one. Almost like a ‘mini mother’ to the other kids even though he was a male. If one of his fellow class mates would get hurt on the playground, he would immediately try to help them up and clear their wounds. Or if it was too much for him to handle, he would at least help his friend or fellow class mate to the doctors office in his school. He would also yell at his fellow class mates if they were breaking a rule of some sort. Like if they were climbing up a slide. Playing chicken with the swings. Pushing each other around. Or having a snowball fight. As he grew older, he became more and more quiet and reserved but still had his loving and compassionate personality which drove him to become a veterinarian. Though even though he is a very kind and compassionate viscet. Cyano can get very angry sometimes and has an extremely bad temper. Often enough, if he is stressed with work or something of the sorts. All that pent up stress evolves into anger and he lashes out of someone or something. To deal with that anger, he also tries to work out as much as possible. He finds it calming to deal his anger that way, trading his anger out for the burning pain and contentness of feeling fit. Besides those 3 main traits. Cyano has many other ones that are docile at times. He can get very OCD when it comes to his cleaning and tries to keep his house as clear as possible. He is also fairly pessimistic and has arachnidphobia. He is also fairly introverted and likes to be more alone than anything else.
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[Sixbane]

Username -Sixbane
Name - Protesilaus, Nicknamed Prote, named for a greek ancestor of his.
Gender - Male
Favorite Color - Slate grey
Favorite Season - Winter
Favorite Plant - Persian Shield
Favorite Animal - Oysters- the worst things make the prettiest pearls
Best Friend (can be anything) - Eloise
Short story (min of 300 words) -
"Help me" he steps pushing footprints in the sand as he braces his back legs, bringing his forepaws to the tiny creature in his hand. Digging his claws into the seams of its mouth to try and pry it open.

"You're going to hurt it!" Eloise proclaims,whining in protest to his obvious disillusionment.

Prote scoffed "Not at all...For all your love of shells you know nothing about this..." he manages to tick a claw inside its mouth and carefully pulls it open, using a small metal tool in his other hand to hold it there while he maneuvered another talon inside to root gently for the small golden ball housed inside. "See these pearls, they're annoying. They're painful- downright hurt these things. Takin' em out, well thats a good thing, its like having stuck in your throat." he explained to his pitifully whimpering friend. Friends since youth-sure, but she sure was overemotional sometimes.

Eloise just pouted in disgust, evidently not believing her companion. Not like he explained it to her....every single time. It went one ear and out the other. That was okay, he adored her company anyway. Finding the pearl he plucked it from its hiding place and tucked it in the small silk pouch at his side, safe and sound. "Lets go find another." he twirled his tail listlessly in the air, leaning down to set the creature back in the water, and watching it do its awkward clam-flap back out to sea. "See you next time" he pitched in. They couldn't understand him, sure, not in words. But he liked to believe there was some understanding there, some mutual compromise in symbiotic relationship. He'd take the pearls, clean up the beach on his way, and make enough profit to get by. And the oysters, well, they'd get to make a whole new beautiful thing.
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Independant and stubborn, Prote is a guy who never had much in life. A bit humble and set in his ways, he mostly strives to get by on a day to day. He has a routine. Beach. Market. Home. Anything else? Well you're battling his feet dug in the dirt to get him there. he doesn't have many friends, he's not very social. He much prefers one or two good friends to having a multitude of people know him-who don't really know him. He's a bit of a grouch,at least at first glance, but his foul mood usually just comes across as a result of his habit of muttering to himself when he thinks on things, and not really knowing how to respond to people in a lot of situations. A majority of the time, he just wants to do his daily and get back to sleep. Many ask him, do you get bored? Well of course not-he answers. I'd trade a life of chaos, for one of reliable structure anyday. From youth he was just an orderly guy. Living in a condo on the shore one would think him relaxed and laid back, but he's far too uptight for that.Too much chaos and DISorder in his youth makes him highly impartial to any sort of slacking off. Something Eloise taunts him about very,very often. Despite their obvious differences,she's about the only friend he's got, and she's one of the few who can drag him out of his comfort zone.
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[imakilljoywannabe]

Username - imakilljoywannabe

Name - Marvin

Gender - Male

Favorite Color - Sea Foam Green

Favorite Season - Winter

Favorite Plant - Bird of Paradise Plant

Favorite Animal - Orca

Best Friend (can be anything) -
A tiny thimble he found when he was little. It's name is Henry.

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The day was young, and so was little Marvin. Saturday had come at last, and he was free to play with all of his friends! The young viscet smiled, laughing happily as he ran through the forest behind his house, waving to each tree he passed by and calling it out by name. His trees were the best friends he could imagine, always there to listen and to hide him from the world if he ever got scared. They comforted him with the gentle swishing of their leaves in the breeze, the sweet call of birds from above, and the soft filtering sunlight that dappled his fur. Marvin giggled, having found his favourite tree.
"Hello, Everan!" He called up, bouncing on his toes. "How are you today?"
Marvin listened as the wind blew through, and heard Everan's voice in his head, greeting him fondly.
"I have something to show you!" Marvin smiled, dancing from paw to paw with excitement. The young viscling pulled out a small flower, holding it up as though to show it to the old oak tree. The sunlight brought out the yellow in the petals, swirling and glowing radiantly around a small blue center.
"It's called a, uh..." Marvin bit his cheek, trying to remember. Suddenly, his face lit up, "A 'Bird of Paradise'! That's it! Isn't it pretty?"
Marvin smiled dreamily, dropping to sit against the tree.
"My momma got it for me for my birthday. And- and," Marvin looked up at the tree and smiled, "I brought it to share with you!"
The blue viscling got on his knees, digging a small hole where he had just been sitting. He dug very carefully before gently setting the flower inside and refilling the hole with dirt. Finally he sat back on his haunches, admiring the pretty flower that now rested beneath the old oak tree.
"Keep it safe for me, okay Everan?" He said softly, his eyes drifting upwards. Marvin had on a wobbly smile, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "I'm gonna miss you."
The viscling sniffled, standing and wiping his eyes. He wrapped his arms around the tree, his claws digging slightly into the bark as he tried to hold on to it. After a few minutes he stepped back, squeezing his eyes shut. "Goodbye Everan." He whispered, before turning around and blindly running away. Marvin was almost home when he tripped on a loose root, falling flat on his face. Marvin sniffed, wiping at his nose and blinking open his eyes. In front of him lay something shiny, a tiny silver object lost among the leaves that littered the forest floor. Marvin grasped the object in his paw, feeling the cool, smooth surface that could only be made of metal. When he looked closer, he discovered a tiny bucket-like object with little dents all over it, and a small design engraved on the bottom. A thimble. Marvin looked at it curiously, the sorrow of leaving his closest friend behind forgotten.
"Hello..." He murmured, tilting his head. "What're you doing out here?"
He listened for an answer, and heard a tiny, bell-like voice in his head.
"You're lost?" Marvin frowned, nibbling on his lip. "W-well... Do you want to come with me?"
When the little voice chimed in his head, his eyes brightened with delight.
"R-really? Oh, we're going to have such great adventures!" Unlike the trees, the little viscet could take the small object with him when his family moved; and thus he wouldn't have to be alone. Marvin cradled the thimble in his paw, hugging it to his chest. "What was your name again?" He asked, starting back towards his house.
"Henry? Well... Thank you, Henry."
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Marvin is an incredibly nervous viscet, practically scared of his own shadow. Even as a child he was very introverted, prefering to stay inside and read or explore the woods behind his house instead of meeting other visclings. He's never had many friends in life, other than Henry, since he fears other viscets and worries about being hurt. He's one of the sweetest and most innocent viscets you'll ever come across, and he's always ready to lend a paw to help someone else. However, not many know of his gentle nature, believing he's insane for talking to inanimate objects as though they can hear him. He doesn't mind, though. He's quite happy just to have Henry by his side, and Marvin knows that Henry can hear him. After all, he always answers back. Some might think such a life would make Marvin lonely, but in truth he's quite content as he is. He prefers not to see other viscets much, in favor of having all the time in the world to go into the forest behind his house and talk to his other friends. When around his tree friends he's also much calmer, and is actually very sensible. It is simply his lack of relations outside of his little forest that causes him to fear others. If he were to try to meet someone who wasn't a tree, a thimble, or even a squirrel, then perhaps this flighty viscet could learn how kind some of the world really is.
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[Gallifrey]

Username - Gallifrey
Name - Milo
Gender - Male
Favorite Color - Rose Gold
Favorite Season - Autumn
Favorite Plant - Venus Flytrap
Favorite Animal - The Capybara
Best Friend (can be anything) - A Cat named Tony
Short story (min of 300 words) - Birds sang as I blinked the sleep out of my eyes. The sun had only just risen and I was tired but that didn't matter today. Nothing mattered today or at all anymore. I was being replaced. Or at least that's what I thought. The humans had talked about getting a new pet for a while now. Perhaps they finally got tired of how I always acted. In any case though, I wasn't about to let it take my place. I sulked in my bed hours, trying to think of what I could do but to no avail. Maybe it would at least want to be my friend? If it was going to replace me, I suppose I should get on it's good side after all. Finally having made up my mind, I slunk down into the kitchen, ears drooping from my depression. My food bowl had already been filled and as I ate, I soon notices a smaller, more delicate bowl not far from it. That was not a good sign. This new creature was smaller than me! Small means cute and cute means extra treats. This was going to really suck! After I had finished eating, I explored the house even more, eventually finding a little crate in the living room. Cautiously I peered inside. A lump of black and white fur was laying there, apparently asleep. I poked at the crate and soon, a pair of little blue eyes were staring at me. We stayed like that for a long time. Until that is, it let out a sound. The cutest sound I had ever head. Meow! Oh how I loved that sound. And this little animal, it really was cute. Maybe living with it wasn't going to be so bad. I eventually curled around the crate and smiled. This would not be my replacement, it would be my best friend. I'd make sure of it.
Personality (min of 250 words) - Milo can best be described by the words overly friendly and passionate about animals. He loves hugs and any kind of affection given by friends or his human owners. Especially thecapybara though. His human owners run a capybara rescue and Milo often gets to play with the little creatures, even having made friends with them. In-fact, hardly a day goes by that he is not interacting with some sort of animal or another. If it's not a capybara, Milo is always chasing something down and trying to get it to be his friend. Sometimes even scaring the other animals away by accident when they think he is trying to eat them. The humans tend to find this behavior funny however so it's never really been corrected. Milo is a smart viscet as well and has learned how to get the humans to give him exactly what he wants. This has gone to his head a little bit though and Milo often feels like he is the one who actually owns the place. Not the humans. He also doesn't have a ton of respect for humans who try to change his behavior or scold him for doing the things he likes. Most humans tend to think of him like a badly behaved dog after all. He digs up flower beds, makes noise in the early morning and will steal food right off your plate. With very little to no remorse at all. Even treats are seldom enough to stop him from acting out.
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[Placebo]

Username - placebo
Name - Aster
Gender - Male
Favorite Color - Russet Red
Favorite Season - Fall
Favorite Plant - Parsley
Favorite Animal - Scarab Beetle
Best Friend (can be anything) - Linnaeus
Short story (min of 300 words) - "Linnaeus, come over here for a second."

The dark-furred Rukami perks up from his position stretched out lazily on the meadow. The late August sun caresses his fur, and Aster takes a moment to see if Linnaeus will actually respond to his call before the bipedal male rolls over onto his knees and yawns. Apparently satisfied with his reaction, Aster focuses his attention back on the ants marching along the ground. Aster can clearly see the grass thinning in that exact area, making their trek that much easier.

Linnaeus looks over the smaller male's shoulder, bright blue eyes softened with sleepiness. Aster frowns imperceptibly, but Linnaeus has to chuckle at Aster's minute confusion. It was the most emotive the blue male's been all day. Aster huffs. "Where are they going anyway?"

"Back to their mound, most likely." Slightly bored with watching the ants scurry along, Linnaeus sinks back onto the plush grass with his back pressing into Aster's flank. Linnaeus covers his iridescent orbs with one arm.

"But why?"

"Protection, most likely. Mayhaps they've finished hunting and are returning to their queen."

"But what's the point of returning again and again to work for the queen, as you put it, tirelessly day in and day out? Their lives are already short enough as it is." Though Aster's inflection never changes, the cynical view makes Linnaeus peek out from under his arm. Aster doesn't turn back around. A small amount of concern swims into the Rukami's eyes, and with a small huff of his own, Linnaeus answers.

"Well, maybe they all love their queen that much to aid her in keeping the colony running smoothly and steadily for the benefit of the whole. Now, you could argue that it's all biology, but I think it's a bit nice." Linnaeus sighs.

"How is being a part of a hive mind nice?"

Linnaeus snorts at that. "Well, try not to look at it from that angle. They're all just living their life out here, not harmin' anybody." Aster then turns back to look at the rukami, obviously moved, just a little bit, by his words. "They're all working for a common purpose. Probably not without its conflicts, but the way they work so seamlessly is something to admire."

Aster remains silent at that. Looking back at the trail of ants, Aster sighs. "Maybe so..."

Personality (min of 250 words) - Aster can be a bit absent-minded. He prefers to isolate himself from a good many social conventions, so he's not one to garner many friends. To strangers, he appears almost indifferent to other's rules and regulations since he doesn't take the time to expend much energy on how others feel in certain situations. However, to his fairly restricted friend group, he's... essentially the same. He respects his friend's boundaries, that much is certain, but he's not very keyed into their emotions since he doesn't have many himself.

His world view, however, is much more observant than analytical. He'll take in what goes on around him, but he won't try to pick apart why something happened or why someone reacted in a certain way. On a base level, he believes that certain things happen because they just do. His most glaring mental handicap, as it seems, is that he doesn't correlate cause and effect.

That isn't to say that he's not smart. He views things at the surface for the most part, so the maths and sciences have always been his strong points. But, in both his writing and his words, he's as blunt as they come. He also has his quirky interests (like beetle classification), but they don't arouse a unique sense of joy or contentment like a hobby might please another person. The interests are just preferable to any other alternative.

However, when it comes to his friends, or at least people that come as close to it as possible, something drives Aster to attempt to relate to them. He doesn't like seeing negative emotion from them, so in his own emotionally absent way, he tries to understand their emotions, in his own little way.

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[Blackbirds]

Username - Ember Fyre
Name - Spire
Gender - Male
Favorite Color - Black
Favorite Season - Winter
Favorite Plant - Belladonna
Favorite Animal - Wolf
Best Friend (can be anything) - Spire loves to cuddle up with his small dog!
Short story (min of 300 words) - The wind blew through the trees, as the howls of the moves were heard from the moon. The rose garden, once the emblem of light and youth stood as a sign of pain and darkness. The blood red of the roses stood from the looming castle, where the pipe organs played. The castle, known as Castle Angel to the outsiders, but as Castle Dyst to the villagers, loomed at the mountainside, where the water turned dark and the forest obscured with mist.

An angelic woman voice could be heard from the castle could be heard every full moon, as she called out for her lost love. She sung of his trips to the ocean, and the roaring surf. She also sung of her pain and sadness, from the day he died. The woman had hair more crimson than blood; her lips were the color of roses, and her skin paler than the moon.

There have been many people who tried to rescue the wistful, angelic young woman. The rumors of her singing, beauty, and hair were turned into the legends the great kind heard. Over the next week, he gathered his strongest warriors, as they went to charge Caste Angel.

The journey to the castle was long and hard, as many of the warriors died. After another week, they reached Eurtan, the town prior to the castle. The King and his men were given rooms, and the night fell. They heard the somber voice of the angelic pyre. The King, heartbroken from her song, went to charge Castle Dyst to save her. He saddled his ivory steed, he chased through the obscured forest alone.

The horse ran when bleached wraiths came from the trees. A young girl went to him, and pulled his mantel, as the King got up. She called to him in a solicitous voice to save the princess. As he promised to her that he would. The wraiths passed for him, as he laid his eyes on the eerie castle.

As the moon rose, the king heard the singing. His mind instantly agreed to the other villagers; about the angelic voice. The moment he arrived at the ruins, he knew something was up. The king was scanning the ruins. He heard the voice behind him; only to see a charred and horrid sight.

She was once very beautiful; he could tell that. Her hair; once a stunning white, from rumors of the town, was now burn off or the colour of ashes. Her voice deceived the King; as he stood frozen. The King felt her hand around his neck, as she growled when he got strangled.


Within the next second, however, the king lay dead at her feet. She released a smirk, before the clouds covered the moon, and she faded into night.

As the knights stormed the ruins of Castle Dyst, they found their king’s lifeless corpse. The body was merely bones. They looked for the culprit, as someone came from the shadows.
“Soldiers, you are now mine.”
The hooded figure said, as she then went back into the ruins, looking for something very importaint.

Once she came from the ruins; they saw she had on a large cape. They then traveled away, enchanted by her voice. She kept singing as the carried their attack on Eurtan. When the village elder ran to her, she called out hateful.
“Aaron of Dyst. You are charged for murder, mutiny, and theft.”
Her unwavering eyes watched coldly, as he was sent to death.

The queen still manages to reign today; under another alias. The kingdom burned, and everyone died in the inferno. No one knows who it was; and the genocide was masked by the higher forces, as they made a volcano erupt within the same day. This is the story of the evil Queen Helen, the name that some may know as Mount Vesuvius, the great volcano of Pompeii.

Personality (min of 250 words) - Spire has a hard personality to explain. Some would call him Bi polar, being happy at one moment, and angry at the next. He always has the mask of happiness to cover the pain and abuse he has gone through. His history has a large part in his personality, and in a positive way, though. Spire likes to think of himself as the outcast and the rouge of the group. Spire is protective over his friends, and wishes for nothing bad to happen to them. He thinks he causes bad luck, and tries to stay distanced from them.

On some days, Spire loves to cuddle up with his dog, and read a book!
His most favorite thing to do, however, is to go out and take care of the homeless out in the world. He Always loves seeing the face of the small girl he watches over when he brings her something new. Not many people know that about him, though! Spire can't help himself! He loves to be kind, and very caring. Spire knows how hard the world can be. so he tries to protect those he doesn't think are ready.

Spire knows that is he keeps holding onto his big dream, he will achive it and soar above the others who were once so cruel to him. Spire also loves chocolate cake. There is nothing that can keep him from the soft, creamy bits!

Spire is also very humane, he has rescued people and dogs from many bad situations, weather it's from a bad house, or a horrible life! He tries to spread kindness, even with his bi-polar self. No one could even attempt to crush his dreams.
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(personality got cut off, so I had to edit it!)