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───────────────────────────── ( ♚ Vigil ♚ ) ───────────────── ( ♚ at a glance ♚ ) ╔══════════════════╗ ║
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name: Vigil
gender: non-binary
biological gender: male
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║ ╚══════════════════╝ ( ♚ personality [378/400] ♚ ) ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ ║
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The first word that pops into minds when talking about Vigil is mysterious. They tend to keep to themselves and
not interact with many people, but that is okay. They prefers their own company over others any day. Other viscets
tend to stick their noses where they don't belong, and due to Vigil's fealty towards Brigor, the demon of death and
deity of dark magic, they simply cannot afford strangers prying into their life. Therefore, they takes great care
in covering up all their tracks to avoid detection. Because of Vigil's secretive nature, almost no one outside of
Brigor's circle knows anything about them.
Those that do know them, however, know Vigil is a power hungry and aggressive being. They crave attention from
Brigor himself and the only way to obtain it is to be the best of the best - or kill anyone better than you. And
that is just what Vigil does. They have dedicated their entire life to the art of crafting potent poisons. They
then use the poisons to defeat all competition that stands in the way to their path to the top.
Making poisons unfortunately makes a lot of enemies as well, as Vigil has discovered. Multiple attacks on them and
their lair made this very apparent, causing Vigil to become extremely paranoid. They are often too terrified to
stray far from their layer, and when scavenging for ingredients, they are always on their toes, constantly looking
over their shoulder for any sign of attack. Due to the paranoia, it creates an even larger gap between Vigil and
other Viscets. They perceive everyone as a possible threat, which to Vigil, justifies more poison usages. It ends
up in a vicious circle. The poison creates enemies, which creates fear in Vigil, which causes them to use even more
poison.
Despite their aggressive nature, Vigil still yearns for some kind of companionship, which he has found in Brigor's
inner circle, but it often unfulfilling and lacks any form of trust, actually creating an even bigger hole in their
life. The only viscet they feel they can trust is Cora, a necromancer who has sworn an eternal life to their master.
Unfortunately, the trust is not recriprocated, as Cora has no desire for any friends or allies.
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║ ╚══════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝/END BACKSTORY ( ♚ blending in [429] ♚ ) ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ ║
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"Brigor, please..." Vigil pleaded with the dark master. "I need help."
"You?" Brigor scoffed in reply. " You are supposed to be the best I thought. Why should I assist you, weakling.
What will I receive in return?"
"My eternal allegiance. From now, to death, to the beyond." Vigils paws shook in fear, not fear of Brigor, no,
but of ambush, attack and death. No where was safe. The world had learned of their allegiance to the dark
magic's deity, and in turn retaliated against all the deaths they had caused. "I can teach new generations of
your magic, of your power. I will pass on your poison recipes, so you no longer have to occupy yourself with
the.." he took a pause and continued, "unworthy." Vigil chose their words carefully, any mishap could be a
death sentence for them. Anything could spark the Great One's anger.
"What makes you think I need you to do that for me.?" He snarled, and bent down towards Vigils height.
"You don't, my master. But I need you." Their voice was weak, the plea a long shot for help.
Brigor stood up and paced around the small forest clearing. Though he would never let a soul know, Vigil was
a favorite of his. They spoke boldly towards the god like creature, where other vicets' courage would falter.
The only fear they had was of mortality, and this sparked curiosity within the ancient deity. Yes, he would
help them, just this once.
"Take this, Vigil. It will mask who you truly are." He handed the young viscet a white skull mask with red
war paint.
Vigil took the mask, grateful for the gift, yet confused as this seemed even more obvious than their own
markings. "Th-Thank you, Master." They stammered, but when they looked up, Brigor was already gone.
With haste, the viscet put on the mask and ran to the pond. The reflection staring back was not their own,
however. It quickly became apparent the mask cloaked the wearer's markings, making Vigil appear dark
brown with tan stripes.
Wanting to test the mask, Vigil waited until nightfall to walk into town to provide a bit of extra coverage.
To their relief, Vigil took a completely uneventful stroll through town and actually was able to restock on
potent ingredients for their poisons. Upon return, they took off the mask, hanging it on a small branch by
their nest. As they prepared to fall asleep for the evening, Vigil took one last look up to the sky and
whispered, "Thank you, Brigor. For the first time in a fortnight, I can at last rest easy."
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║ ╚══════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝/END BACKSTORY ( ♚ extra 1: pastimes [142/200] ♚ ) ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ ║
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It had been a long time since Vigil had any time to themselves. They took a quick glance around and headed
over towards the sandy banks of the small pond. Using the blunt tip of his favorite spear, thy started drawing
in the sand. This was their guilty pleasure. Starting off with small swirls, the patterns quickly grew more and
more elaborate. They covered the entire bank with swirls, stars, and other more complex designs.
After a few hours, Vigil felt a small drop of rain on their nose. Glancing upwards, they saw the dark storm
clouds quickly rolling in. Scampering inside the shelter of their lair, Vigil laid back to watch the storm. As it
rained, they watched all the sand drawings wash away, leaving a smooth blank canvas for them tomorrow.
They sighed happily and curled up to fall asleep.
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║ ╚══════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ extra 3: art piece, by SilverSamurai ( ♚ extra 2: betrayal [199/200] ♚ ) ╔══════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ ║
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After a long day of gathering, Vigil headed home. They had quite the haul, including several rare ingredients
such as the elusive dragon eggshells. They leisurely strolled through the forest, feeling safe behind their
enchanted mask. Not a soul could recognize them, not even the royal guard. As Vigil approached their lair,
however, the smell of smoke assaulted their nostrils. They hurried back, encountering a scene of destruction
and betrayal, and in the center of it all was Cora, the only Viscet Vigil trusted.
"What happened?!" Vigil barked. "What did you do?"
"Oh nothing." She chided. "Maybe told the Royal guard where you were hiding."
"What?! I trusted you!" They whimpered.
"Trust ME?" She laughed. "Honey, I don't need allies and I especially don't want the likes of you in my life."
She spat at the distraught viscet. "Why are you special anyways? Why does he help you? You deserve to burn
along with all your precious ingredients." She turned and walked away.
Devestated, Vigil searched the embers for any surviving ingredients, any remnants of their lost work. They
now understood what favoritism by Brigor would earn them, but they didn't care. Despite hardships, Vigil swore
they would remain true to Brigor until they took their final breath.
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all coding done by Mihrianth
all art done by SilverSamurai
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