[grifforik]

hehe, this one is a mix of snakes and bones, two of my favorite things to draw and or see.
This comp is going to be a limited impress me, so without further ado, I'll get on with the comp XD

End Date:
November 10th

Username: _Alex_
Name: Icarus
Gender: Male


Alighty here are the rules:
1. NO PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE comments, you will be disqualified, as this has become an issue.
2. This comp is based on their occupation! Tell me what they do for a living, and give the det's (Unlimited words)
3. You may pretty up.
4. Extras; You may do up to 5 art pieces, of any type OR another 400 words for the story, or anything else you'd like to do. NO combining these.
5. Your Story can only add up to 800 words at most.
6. Personality must be 100 words but not over 300.

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Name:
Gender:
Personality: MUST be 100 words, but not over 300.
Occupation: Unlimited
Story: Can only be up to 800 words.
Extras: You may do up to 5 art pieces, of any type OR another 400 words for the story, or anything else you'd like to do. NO combining these.

Mutations;
Bone Shell- Event Rare

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[lex]

This mutation is so pretty tbh and this design goes really well with it <33
Marking to watch most likely

[SilverSamurai]

Marking maybe entering

[Pumpkin Cupcake]

Marking, may enter! <3

[Ravenshadow17]

Basics:
Username: Ravenshaow17
Name: Thanatos
Gender: Male
Personality: Honest, Empathetic, Sarcastic, Sassy, Witty, Dark, Bold

"My personality? Well I'd like to say I'm a good viscet in general, but I'm not sure if that is true. I mean, I have to deny people the chance of returning to life. I mean, all they would have to do is pass through the gate, and viola! They return to life, but I don't let them because, you know, balance between life and death, rules of the underworld, taboos, etc. It sucks. I know I can be a bit dark sometimes, and I know I'm brutally honest. But hey, it's part of the job. I have to be to survive this world. I honestly do feel for the people I turn away and those that pass through the gates into the afterlife. How can you not? They're confused, upset, and scared. I would be heartless if I didn't feel anything. Honestly, if I were heartless, my job would be easier. But I'm not.
On a brighter note, I have a wicked sense of humor. I always have a comeback and I'm not afraid to share it. I can be pretty sarcastic but it's more of a coping mechanism. It helps ease the rough times, you know? Anyway, everyone I know calls me the Sass King. I really don't see why. I'm not sassy, so don't you dare believe them. *pause* Ok, maybe I'm a little sassy, but not enough to warrant calling me the king of it!"


Occupation:
Keeper of the gates to the underworld and demon realm

"My job? Well, I'm in charge of controlling who passes through the gates. What gates? You know, THE Gates. Those fancy iron gates everyone talks about seeing when they die? Yah, those. The boundary between life and death as they call it. But in actuality, they are the boundary between your world, the physical world and the wonky, sort of not so tangible underworld. The realm of the dead and demons. The underworld is kind of like one giant tangled mass of swirling magic with tiny floating islands here and there where the residents live. The castle in the center of the largest island, is the home of the demon king. The smaller islands around are the cities and villages of demons. And in the distance, you can see the tiny gated islands where the dead stay. Each island is for a different type of person. Saints to one island, sinners to another, etc. Why these islands have gates, well not everyone rests in piece. Many try to escape. And guess whose job it is to turn back those that make it to the gates. Yup, me. It's my least favorite part of the job. It's sad seeing people crying, even ghosts. And some do cry, either when the arrive, or when they realize they can't escape. But the best part of my job is seeing all the interesting people who pass through and hearing their stories. Some love to talk, and I love hearing about the physical world. After all, I've never been there. I hear about self proclaimed heroes who died before they left their mark, I hear about reluctant killers who all but sold their souls to protect those they love, and my favorite stories, are the ones about people who lived to enjoy life and have no regrets. That is the best thing to hear. It gives me hope that everyone, even a demon like me can find happiness. "


Story:
Warning: My take on a famous person. Please don't get offended.

"A story, huh? I'm not the best story-teller but I do have some good stories to share. I think I'll tell you about one of the most interesting people to pass through the gates.

First off, let me tell you that everyone, and I mean everyone passes through the gates. So I actually get to meet celebrities from time to time. However, the person I remember the most was the one who seemed so content to pass on. Her name was Harriet Tubman. Now, you would think that maybe she would have wanted to keep living so that she could help more people, right? I would have thought so too. But as she passed through the gates with a peaceful smile s he told me this. "I am content with what I have accomplished, and now I must prepare for those that will follow me." I was in awe. She saw her afterlife as a continuation, not the end. She was content, because she could continue to help others, by being there for them as they passed through. And she stuck to her plan. In the years following her death, whenever a friend or loved one passed through confused and scared, she would be there to once again lead them. This time, leading them into their afterlife. Eventually all those she knew and loved had passed on and Harriet stopped coming to the gate. From what I hear though, she is happily living out her afterlife surrounded by loved ones. I'll never forget her."


Greatest Fear: To be forgotten:

"You may wonder, if I live in the underworld, what could possible scare me? Well the truth is not much scares me, at least nothing tangible. It is the idea of being forgotten that scares me. Day after day, I see those go about their afterlife. They may at first be enraged or may be at peace from day one. Regardless, eventually little pieces about their lives on earth, such as where they lived, how they died, who on earth they loved, etc. They all disappear. The inhabitants forget that there was a time before they were here and all who loved the prior are forgotten. I'm afraid that one day I'll be forgotten by my friends, and loved ones. It terrifies me. I know it seems far fetched since demons are not affected by this slow loss of memory and remember everything so the chances of me being forgotten by my demonic friends is slim. However, it seems so easy to forget when you watch how the fast the humans fall into forgetfulness. It scares me.

How he became the Keeper of the Gates:
"Well to be honest, I don't really remember. That in itself inspires my fear of being forgotten too. The thing is, from what I was told, I was murdered. The details no one ever filled me in on. Regardless, upon my death, the previous keeper received some kind of 'inner knowing' of me and decided then and there that I would be I would be their successor. They had lived since the beginning and were ready to fade. The equivalent of dying for an immortal demon. As my soul began to pass through the gates they grabbed me. I was too shocked to respond. They looked me in the eyes and whispered some kind of spell. Next thing I knew I blacked out. When I came to, the knowledge of the gates, of my job, of the demon realm were all there, transferred to me somehow by the previous Keeper. I decided to just go along with it since it seemed like too important of a job to just ditch, and the rest is history."

[Neb]

Marking, :>

[stormzien]

Username: tigerblue
Name: Cobra
Gender: male



Personality:

Wicked
Cobra is very wicked. Hates all the lovey dovey stuff. Doesn't believe in god, or heaven. He does his job for fun, not for the money. His heart is full of wickedness. He doesn't care for the poor or the sad.
Non Social
Cobra is not social. AT ALL. Unless its with his boss. He just loves to hide in corners and work on his stuff. He doesn't leave his house at all during the day, since he works at night. He is usually sleeping or doing some at home work. He really has no friends and doesn't intend to get some either.
Dark
Cobra is dark. He just doesn't see the light in life. Even though he smiles, its an evil smile. He loves his job because its dark and evil. His bone shell will rattle with happiness when he does his job.


Occupation:
Cobra is a dream eater. He works at night when viscets are sleeping and goes in to eat their dreams. He has the powers to enter inside others heads and eat the dreams. He eats the dreams for energy, and then replaces them with nightmares. It might be a weird job, but its his type. He doesn't care what others think, he will do his job if he wants too.



Story:
I watched as the night clouds passed, waiting for midnight to strike. wip

[Hail.]

I love this one <3 and the name is so perfect!!!

[Sullivan Maurus]

: Username :
Amxen no.XV

: Name :
Tezcacoatl

: Gender :
Male

: Personality :
Calm|Quiet|Charming|Stealthy|Devious
Call him what you may, but Tezcacoatl is not to be trifled with. He does, after all, have access to things that would normally kill any other being. However, his calm nature keeps him from lashing out. After all, you have to remain calm when trying to grab a snake with you bare paws trying not to get bit. You also have to be quiet. Tezcacoatl mumbles often when he speaks, and he hates it when people ask him to repeat what he said because they couldn't hear him. He's also a tad self-conscious about his lisp, which makes him sound like a hissing snake. This has made him more charming to snakes than other Viscets, as none of his kind can understand him. He's also rather stealthy, able to sneak up to even the most keenest of foes unnoticed. He's also quite devious, able to trick many into trusting him, especially the snakes.

: Occupation :
Ophidiologist, he studies snakes, particularity dangerous ones.
To be more specific, Tezcacoatl is the Central American representative for Bio's Global Anti-Venom Project. He catches snakes such as rattlesnakes and takes their venom. He then sends it to Bio, who uses it to produce anti-venom to save lives on a global scale. Tezcacoatl, like Ross and Dahlia, travels around the world to get specimens for the project. He has milked some of he most dangerous snakes in the world, like the Black Mamba.
Along side that, Tezcacoatl also does the rather odd practice of Mithridatism, which is ingesting low, but increasing, doses of poison to develop an immunity to it. He does this so he doesn't die when he gets bitten by snakes. It has proven to be effective, as he has survived many bites that should have killed him because of this practice. He is scolded by Bio though for wasting resources, as he does this with snake venom.

: Story :
It was late in the year, and Tezcacoatl was on high alert. The snakes were looking for places to hibernate, and they were hiding in people's homes. Tezcacoatl had been informed of a home that had a few snakes hiding out in the basement coiled up around a water heater. He went in, prepared to deal with non-venomous serpents. That was not the case. Upon going down in the basement and poking around a bit, he was soon welcomed by the tell-tale rattles of Rattlesnakes. 3 of the dangerous creatures had found their way down hear in their cold-educed confusion. Tezcacoatl quickly grabbed some empty bins and threw them over 2 of the snakes. He then grabbed the 3rd one, barely managing to avoid a bite. He then proceeded to grab the other 2. All 3 were put in a bag and taken to Tezcacoatl's milking lab, where he extracted their venom. He then put them in a heated enclosure, as it was too late in the season to release them.

: Extras :
WIP

[~Phantom]

Username:
PhantomDaydream

Name:
Dyrkan

Gender:
Male



Personality:
Daring, Disciplined, Discreet, Dominating and Demanding

Although Dyrkan comes across as a very harsh soul he is often misunderstood. As he isn't as he seems, the cold brooding type, and this annoys him too no end. Simply because everyone stays away from him. He has developed a way of ridding those he does not like or think he would not like, ones that are not ready for danger are the type he doesn't like to be around. The daredevils and secretive ones are his type, ones that are going to challenge him without being scared.

Which is a lot harder for him than others may think, though he has found someone, a raging woman by the name of Flick. He believes that she suits his personality, and can handle his somewhat cold attitude. But his attitude normally strays from what others tend to think of him, thinking that he is a male that is slightly sadistic and nears being a sociopath. He isn't, honestly he is misunderstood, and despite having a harsh and demanding demeanour he does actually like others.

He is regularly referred to as demon because of his outbursts that are caused mainly because of his occupation, the carer of Cerberus, who is a three headed hell hound with major anger issues. The anger issues of the two are provoked by the hours of spending time in hell, a place that not many can enter let alone stay there. Originally Dyrkan was a happy and quite bright male, although that changed one day when he was with a friend. The two were cast into hell, and the thousands upon thousands of years spent there changed him, for the better or worse no one will ever know.

(288/300)



Occupation:
Cerberus's Carer

Being the carer for Cerberus isn't an easy thing, as it requires patience and a way with a huge, angry beast. Cerberus is a three headed hell hound with a serpents tail, a mane of snakes and lion's claws that guards the gates to the Underworld, at the gates he lets only the dead enter and none out. Looking after Cerberus and making sure that the little demon doesn't take away the wrong souls, or disturb Satan too much. Though Cerberus has a tendency to not listen to anyone, not even Satan, unless Satan is in a bad mood and his normally fire coloured hair is blue. Dyrkan's job is to prevent Cerberus from running a muck, which means that he has to constantly be checking the chains and making sure that they aren't breaking away.

But along with that Dyrkan makes sure that Cerberus doesn't eat anyone while they are coming through, the souls are not to be harmed though they can be scared and threatened. The only time that Cerberus is allowed to consume a soul is when they are trying to get out, Cerberus lets no one leave, apart from Dyrkan and Satan. As much as he wants to hate his job he can't help but feel a sense of pride, that he is deemed the only one to look after the demonic hound. Even though he knows that he should despise himself being the carer of the hell hound that guards hell's gates, he doesn't, after the thousands of years spent down there he has grown an affinity towards the underworld's gloomy atmosphere.

Though what Satan didn't prepare him for was if Cerberus was to become infatuated with another, a hydra to be precise, now Dyrkan didn't expect that anything would happen simply because they were so far away. But that changed when the said hydra decided to try and help Cerberus guard the gates, instead of actually helping she distracted the hellhound, he couldn't complete his job of keeping the dead in. Dyrkan was shocked, the demon that he was supposed to care for wasn't doing its job. He had to fix it immediately but how he wasn't sure, eventually he figured out how to stop them from distracting each other, yet that was after a lot of tugging on Cerberus's chain.



Story:

Dyrkan was walking through some ancient ruins with his friend when there was a crack that both of them had spotted, in the ceiling that loomed above them. The crack in the wall was quickly travelling down from the ceiling to the walls around the two, everything was closing in around them, and little pebbles were falling from the ceiling and hitting their heads. Every time they tried to move there was another rock that would fall in their way, preventing them from escaping.

In the midst of their yelling and scratching the rocks blocking their path Dyrkan yelled out something along the lines of 'Nos Satanas' which translated roughly to Help us Satan or Hail Satan, Dyrkan immediately regretted doing so as the cave stopped shaking around them. He cannot remember when he became obsessed over the Latin language, it was sometime in his childhood as that was when he was reading books constantly about the language, mainly the darker parts.

Once the rocks stopped falling a circle formed on the ground, created by a white grainy substance and there was one singular candle dead in the middle of the perfectly organized circle. A couple seconds passed in silence, then a rumbling sound was heard and the circle lit up in flames, reaching the roof above them. As the flames died down there was an outline of a person, tall and broad shoulders, but once the flames were fully gone it looked as if they were still in his hair. His hair was black in most places but there was bits of yellow, red and lots of orange. He stepped out of the fire in clothes, well more drapes that hugged his body tightly somehow, and in his hand was a roll of parchment.

"Hello, Hello" he smirked as he talked, "What do we have here hmm." Behind him a throne seat appeared, he sat down with a leg over the other, waiting, waiting for someone to say something. Yet no one did, they just waited for him as they were shocked, Dyrkan never thought that it would have actually worked. Slowly Dyrkan stepped forward, mumbling too himself they shouldn't even have come here, the cave just held to many secrets for them not to come. As Dyrkan stepped forward his friend placed a hand onto his shoulder, silently begging him to stop, to not move any closer to the devil at hand.

"Why did you come here?" Dyrkan asked as he shrugged off the hand off of his shoulder, glancing behind him to give a quick glace towards his friend. Hesitantly he tried signalling for his friend to back off, or even run if he got the chance, all in but a simple look. His friend shook his head violently, trying to say that he would not leave his friend in the hands of this devil, but neither of them could do anything. They felt as if the walls around them was closing in, Dyrkan was thinking about his life, everything that he had done, both bad and good. “What do you want from us?” as he said that Dyrkan was shaking slightly, whether from fear or the cold seeping through the rocks around them no one knows.

“I have just saved you and your souls” he stood up and opened his hands, gesturing to the two before him. “And now, you owe me something in return” the male’s signature smirk was now as big as ever, his white teeth glowed somewhat in the dark cave, illuminating his face slightly. He was thinking of all the things he could ask, their souls, become his angel hunters or even his own personal soul collectors. Oh so many deliciously evil things he could choose from, although he did have to remember that Cerberus was often messing with his plans of collecting the dead, by eating them instead of letting the dead go through.

“We don’t owe you anything, you came here on your own” stated Dyrkan’s silly little friend, he shook slightly as the male stalked towards him, his hair a tinted blue. The friend quickly rushed to find an opening in the rocks, to escape the demon that seems to want to kill him. A hand on his shoulder stopped him, he dropped to the ground as the claws that grabbed him retracted.

“Not so fast little one, I need someone to help me with my hell hound” the male stated, his hair had gone back to its fiery colour. Dyrkan stepped between his friend and the demon, a hand on the demon’s chest, preventing him from getting any closer. “Ahh a strong soul, come with me and I will let your pitiful friend live” he said as he was laughing manically on the inside.

“I will” he whispered.

(800/800)



Miscellaneous:
Attachments


Dyrkan is attached to his little bracelet because it was something that Flick gave to him before he went to the caves with his friend, she would often wear it on her tail, so that it was always close to her. Even though Flick would always have worn it on her tail he wore it on his front paw, as it would never fit on his tail, he didn't want to risk it breaking. Since she had gotten it when she was a child, it was the only piece of her old life that she still had with her, she gave it to him because she loved him.


He has always been fascinated by snakes as his father would often call him little snake in Latin, which although he cannot remember what it was he still remembers his father saying, little snake, little snake! Whether it was in Latin or not he cannot seem to recall, his father used Latin that much it blurred together. His own little snake is always with him, sometimes he believes it is alive as he swears he can hear it hiss at night.


He was quite old when he got the fox, it wasn't in the best of shape but it wasn't beyond repair. He spent hours upon hours trying to fix up the creature plushie but to no avail, and it was only when Flick had offered to help that he made progress. They would both spend the rainy and gloomy days inside working on the fox, giving it the brightest colours and the biggest smile. It never left their bedside table, and is still there as he spends his time in hell with Cerberus.


This scythe is what he constantly has on hand, he never goes anywhere without it. It makes him feel safe because it was his father's, his father was a funnily enough a demon slayer, he would spend days on a hunt to only come back with the blood of the beast. When danger is nearing him the red paw glows, which helps as he constantly sleeps with it, it will glow and awake him if danger is near, to keep him safe.

(365/400)