[Hail.]

So, lately stuff has happened which has led me to taking a good, long look at my viscets and considering which ones could use more love. Among them is Altsoba. This girl was a viscet with a lot of big plans in my AU, almost all of which seemed to never work out or fit in, and she was eventually and unfortunately left without a place in the world. I am looking for a home for her, someone who will be able to give her the love she deserves <3

Altsoba is a blank slate. She can be any gender you wish, and the same goes for the name.

Prompt: Tell me about their past and how it has built them into who they are today. Did their past break down their confidence, or make them stronger in the end? You will have 2,000 words to explain this with an additional three art pieces (cannot be animations/comics, cannot have captions - can have quotes from the text)

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This will end on 7/30

[Saberblush]

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Username: LEEaboo
Name: Kizuato
Gender: Male
Prompt (2,000 words):




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Shadows and darkness cast their selves upon these sacred lands, as life is sprung from a mother of kind and pure. A child of potential braces himself for the world, stained with blood and deception. Kizuato the child of war the name meaning scar like the deep lasting wounds plastered across these lands. His mother though strong of heart and mind was weak in her body due to famine and disease, inevitably she perished caressing her new-born child against her chest.

His young body was weak and in need of nursing without care he would surely die, but full of will power was his heart and soul which kept him going for somedays until he was rescued by a kind and humble cet, then brought to a nearby samurai village. Kizuato looked around at the hustle a bustle and then to the one who carried him. "It'll be alright little guy I'll take care of you but here you will not be accepted, I will take you past here to my home in the woods and train you to be a great warrior!" He smiled at kizuato to reassure him that everything would be ok. Kizuato felt less anxious seeing the man act so caring and kind something a child much needed in these times.



While in the village they stopped at a small market where the cet' bought some fresh milk and meat for the young and hungry Kizuato. The merchant lady looked at Kizuato as if she'd seen a demon of some sort, her eyes felt like daggers piercing through him, like she knew something he didn't. The hatred when she didn't even know him, the disgust she held for a child nearly brought him to tears. He nuzzled closer to the one who held him out of fear and discomfort. The lady spoke to the the cet in a low whisper "why do you have that here, you must take this child away" the one who held kizuato looked at her and scoffed taking his goods and walking away.

Later in the evening after much walking, the sun now set low in the sky when they arrived at the cets home. It was a small hut lined with vines and over growth. "Here little guy you'll be safe from harm here" he set kizuato down to let him explore a little. Kizuato was still confused, who was this man and why did he save him. The cet motioned for kizuato to come here. "Hey little guy, you must be hungry, have some milk then I'll tell you why I saved you and who I am."

This deal seemed great he gives food and clears kizuato's confusion it was perfect. So kizuato sat and drank the milk, which was amazing because he hadn't had any in days, then looked up at his rescuer awaiting his explanation. Kizuato tilted his head and angled his ears not to miss a single word. The cet smiled then cleared his throat and spoke "I am Kohi the samurai of the waving tides, I rescued you because of your potential and for the fact that I am unusually kind hearted for these times we live. I will train you, from today on I am your sensei and you are Kizuato the scarred one."

Kizuato looked at his new master he was still a bit confused but completely accepted the words and the name. He was high spirited which is what kohi saw most in kizuato and adored. The two had started to become very close, Kizuato looked to Kohi for guidance and knowledge he thought very highly of his master a gained a deep caring and fondness of him. To Kohi, Kizuato was the most valuable thing in his life, from the time he found the child cold, alone in the arms of his perished mother, he had felt connected to him in heart and soul. A bond that was as deep as the gashing wounds of war, the need to protect one another to give support and reassurance. They had reached a father and son relationship, something Kizuato never had nor could have with his true father.

When Kizuato was born his father was not there, he was drafted to fight in the war. He had to leave Kizuato's mother alone and sick to take care of the newborn child, he knew in his mind most likely neither would survive but he had no choice in the matter. His father, same as kohi, was a samurai known as the Crimson Sun, called such because when there was light of day he brought death to thousands as deep red painted the ground. Weather or not kizuatos father is alive remains a mystery it is unknown, some say he most likely is but hiding deep in the forest away from the war, alone mourning the death of his son.

As Kizuato grew he showed the prowess of a great warrior more and more. Sturdy in combat, fast like a snake, striking deadly blows everytime he struck. As a juvenile he learned the ways of the samurai the code and the skills which he honed in a new way making them his own. He grew fast in mind knowing his place and accepting his responsibility to protect. His soul held the spirit of great and noble warriors his instincts were automatically set to give his life for what he held most important. This would only become stronger as Kizuato got older.





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A few years passed as kizuato trained hard with his sensei, he was now a teenager strong built and sturdy. They were warned to prepare for battle now. The war had pushed further into the land towards where him and Master Kohi lived. The small hut that had been all kizuato knew from a small viscetling but regardless of sentimental attachment, the threat was soon to come and they would have to run or fight. Kohi wasn't about to give up his home and neither was Kizuato ,this was their place of peace an escape from the evil corruption that fueled the world, so when the fight came they stood their ground to protect what they had, all they had.

Days passed as they prepared for the on coming slaughter, Kohi made a set of armor for himself and kizuato so they'd have, at the least, some protection from the powerful blows they were ready to take. They barraged the landscape and forest around the hut and a mile out with traps to take a portion of the soldiers out before they could arrive at their end before they got to Kohi and Kisuato's home. They set up armed machines that were set off by a trip wire and when done blades would slice and spin or projectiles would pelt the army of soldiers

The time had come from the valleys low and the hills up high the war began to file in bringing destruction and death. The people of the village ran in fear carrying their children and most precious belonging fleeing to the forest around. Kizuato had taken to the trees and his watching carefully examining the way tge soldiers fought analizing their methods, finding their weak points. Kohi took to arming all the traps and sat atop his hut perched with his bow ready for the attack.

Villagers that inhabited the village near kohi's hut cried out as one by one they were captured and slaughtered. Kizuato hated to hear the screams of his own kind but he knew that trying to help would only mean death for himself. So he stayed hidden in observation of the massacre. The lady Kizuato had seen long ago as a new-born viscetling ran from her shop stall crying carrying all that she could in her small feeble arms. She had grown old and hadn't aged well, still looked as bitter at heart as ever though.

Kohi still perched upon his hut in full stance weapon ready. He took aim at one of the trigger traps near a large huddle of the army. He relaxed, deeply inhaled and drew his bow back, with his exhale he sharpened his eyes and released his grasp on the string. The arrow flew strait and sturdy and struck the trigger of the trap dead center. The enemies surrounding were caught by a barrage of lethal poisoned arrows and spears. They fell down to their demise this made a large gap in the middle of the army, giving kizuato and kohi hope of victory.

Kizuato observed closely at the the open area devising a plan of attack, when he looked back to confirm with kohi, his master was not their. He looked around from his spot in the tree panick filled his body as he looked desperately for his sensei. If he were to move he'd surely die to the hands of the enemies, but if he didn't his master might perish in need of help. Kizuato tried to calm down but the thought of kohi being harmed enraged him with anger and fear.

His master had indeed been struck in the confusion and dismay the soldiers had let out shots in all directions one of them making it's way to kohi. Trying but unable to avoid kohi had taken a shot to his hind leg, this would not have been fatal if not for the tip of the arrow being doused in poison. Slowly he stumbled down and fell to the ground behind the hut. Slowly he succumb to the lethal poison, he tried to call out to kizuato but no words would part from his muzzle. His heart rate slowed drastically as his vision blurred he began to drift off into the embrace of death.

Kizuato couldn't take this anymore carefully but quickly he left his perch in the tree and slid into the shadows of the forest making his way to the hut. He dashed and rolled to be more stealthy and quiet to remain unnoticed by the enemy. He finally arrived at the old hut. And made his way around it, his eyes widened and his heart sank. His his eye beheld the most tragic sight he'd ever seen his master lay dying in the soft grass an arrow petruding from his leg and crimson coloring the scene.



Kizuato fell to the ground beside kohi, his eyes filled with tears and his heart pounded viscously. His voice was shakey and desperate as he tried to talk to his master "Master! Please please d.. Don't die... I need you. "
Kohi managed to open his eye and look at kizuato his body shaking and trembling as he tried to uter his last words to his apprentice. Kizuato looked to kohi holding him in his grasp. Kohi finally found the strength to speak his voice a low raspy whisper. "Kizuato, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner... You are my son"

This moment was what changed kizuato, those words flipped a switch in his heart and soul and the simmering fire within began blazing high and strong erupting into anger. Anger to the ones who took his father anger to the ones who took his mother.. Hated fueled his rage as he took to the army and slaughtered all in sight. They ran in fear terror his eyes blood red with the lust to kill. He no longer wanted to protect only to seek vengeance on all who had hurt him and he would not, could not stop till they all were dead. Now kizuato is reserved and bitter to the world, his sense to protect had all but stayed in his heart, corrupted by hatred fueled by vengeance he seeks to kill everyone and everything everything that had played any part with the building of this war. He had changed drastically from a noble protector into a fearsome predator the loss of his sensei, the one and only person who knew kizuato, molded him into who he is.
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Featured Cet(s)

~Kohi~

[Unleashed Squiid]

Gorgeous. Maybe mark. c:

[Samsherwoodc]

Username: Samsherwoodc
Name: Ashbair
Gender: male
Prompt (2,000 words):

[Yuroshi]

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[Gadgetrocks]

Username: Gadgetrocks
Name: Piper
Gender: Female
Prompt (2,000 words):

Piper was born in the shadow of war. Queen Midas was recruiting for an army, and this recruitment also applied to orphaned eggs. Two eggs, a muddy clay and shadow striped one found lying in a torn up nest in a cave. A yellow and red spotted egg, cold from the icy seas. The two grew up together, both being trained to be the fiercest fighters they could be. Tekeo was quite and liked to read, while Piper always wanting to play with the older soldiers. After her dreams of playing got shut down time and time again, her heart built a wall around her feelings, a cold, stone wall...

"Punch buggy!" Piper slammed her fist into Tekeo's shoulder. Tekeo looked up, and spotting the cart she punched him for, sighed.
"Ever heard of killing with kindness, not with pain?" He mumbled, rubbing his sore shoulder.
She scoffed, "You can't kill someone with kindness! That wouldn't work... unless you were kind and offered them a drink, but then laced it with poison!"
Tekeo sighed again, Piper had been so good of a playmate as a child, but now she was kind of a bully.

Mark!
- Tomboy, has been mistaken for a male multiple times
- Warrior friends with Tekeo?
- Can be kinda mean some times.

[Stitch~]

Possible mark if I have time

[Vluwu]

mark

[Rescue2001]

Mark

[magpiemochi.]

Mark with the name Tommaso
He had a confusing and under privileged past; it's made him very thankful for what he managed to accomplish and come to own as a very successful police officer