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Pick a personality trait of this character, and then write a short story that shows both the advantages and disadvantages of them having that trait.

You have 100 words minimum and 500 words maximum.

This shall end February 6th at 8 pm est.

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[b]username:[/b]
[b]name:[/b]
[b]Link to thread:[/b]
[b]prompt:[/b]

[ataraxic_gone]

username: ataraxic_king
name: ValerianLeaf
Link to thread: Tacenda
prompt:
Valerian is a kind person. Not as kind as he once was, but still kinder than most. Waltzing through the forest as if he owned it, perhaps he did, Valerian was a traveller with no home.

By chance one evening the scent of iron caught his attention and he roamed across the way to only to find a tom injured and prone to the ground. It wasn't a decision to call upon his power to heal the wounds, more of an instinctual reaction inspired by his kindness than something thought out and well planned.

The cat below him made an injured noise as they opened their eyes, watching as the wounds they had vanished into nothing.

That should have been it, one positive act of kindness but as the cat stood up and Valerian went to take his leave, content with his good deed he was tackled form behind, the cat he had just saved pinning him the ground. There was a moment of stress on the power he fostered, a dangerous side to his healing powers reaching out to defend him- he called it off, not wanting to harm who he has just healed.

"How did you do that," hissed the cat above him, paws shaking as they strained to stay steady.

"I just, did?" Valerian stressed, squirming to get free.

There was a long silence as the other cat continued to hold him pinned. The powers that Valerian held calling out to defend him were always turned back by Valerian's unending desire not to harm another, to be kind.

The silence ended when the stranger spoke up.

"Can you do that whenever you want to?" Their voice was soft with wonder.

"Yes," Valerian answered.

The cat above him finally released their hold, only for the moments to bleed into one another as he was knocked unconscious.



When Valerian awoke it was to the last of his injury fading into nothing under his healing powers. He was in a strange den with two strange cats standing guard. It didn't take much thought to realise what had happened- his mother had always warned him that his kindness would be his downfall- still he wouldn't change who he was, not without realising how badly he had messed up this time first.

He would find that he was being kept prisoner for his healing powers, unable to leave without escort, always under the eyes of a watchful guard.

Moons would pass like this until Valerian had little concern for leaving, his treatment in the clan definitely favourable if you ignored the guards that watched him constantly. With time Valerian became a figurehead in the clan, everyone knowing and enjoying his company. It was a positive to his kindness, people stood up for him, defended him and it wasn't long before the restriction of the guards was lifted to give him space.

Where he would often be taken advantage of for his kindness and willingness to help, he also was surrounded by allies. [500]

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Extending this contest to 11 pm est tonight.

[StormSerpent]

username: Stormserpent
name: jagged rock pierces wispy clouds (pierce)
Link to thread: Evergrim
prompt:

determination

Pierce wouldn't give up, he had worked too hard for this, he KNEW that the authorities were covering something up, and he'd get to the bottom of it no matter what. he knew that there was magic, and other secrets, he'd spent the last two days hiding in an icy cave instead of inside, but when he heard Haunt and Wrinkles approaching her knew it was all worth it, he was pretty much dead, but he'd expose them for the nasty little liars that they were. "OH WRINKLES" haunt said very loudly and dramatically
"YES HAUNT?" he replied also dramatically and fake sounding
"WRINKLES WE NEED TO TELL THE MOB ABOUT OUR SECRET."
"OH BUT WE CAN'T THEY'D NEVER FORGIVE US ITS SO HORRIBLE"
"BUT THEY'LL FIND OUT SOON ENOUGH, PIERCE IS ONTO US."
"BUT HAUNT, I LOVE YOU!" pierce gasped, this was unexpected, and so so very satisfying.
"WRINKLES I LOVE YOU TOO! BUT WE BOTH KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT YOUR DARK HISTORY"
"YES MY DEAR, I KNOW WHO I'VE KILLED BUT I'M STILL NOT SORRY, YOU KNOW THEY DESERVED IT."
"I KNOW THAT THEY WERE USING DARK MAGIC TO SUMMON DEMONS BUT YOU KILLED THEM!!" pierce had had enough he knew everything he needed to know to confront them and he popped out of the snow
"AHA!" he exclaimed but they both just burst into laughter
"i know everything, you're exposed! why do you laugh?" he asked confused
"o-okay so we knew you were here" haunt started
"So we decided to put on a show"
"we didn't think you'd actually believe it"
"it was really funny" they both collapsed in laughter
"b-but! i know you're hiding SOMETHING REAL... i will find out! the mob deserves to know!!" he was determined to shed some light on the situation and even if it cost him his life at least the rest of the mob would know the truth of Evergrim, he just wanted to help.

[SurgeFire]

username: SurgeFire
name: Alani
Link to thread: Vallis
prompt:

Alani could be considered a persuasive character.

Her silver tongue had been with her since from a relatively young age; almost always able to tip the situation in her favor, to get others to do what she wanted.
It had been successful thus far.

"Do you not see that all those who oppose Alev are worthless in the grand scheme?" she hissed back at the young Ciar; impressionable, willing to listen... perfect, in her eyes. Perfect for her to work her charm; to spread her ideas, to enact her persuasive tactics. "Alev is our true leader. Those rebellious cats you see working against her... deserve to be killed."
"Why's that?" the dark kitten mewed, not entirely understanding her words; and at that she narrowed her eyes, betraying a hint of impatience, but she retained her calm look. "I don't see why they're so bad."
"Ciar," she almost spat, her silvery eyes locked onto his, "they are very bad cats. Do you not know where your parents disappeared to?"
"...did they make them disappear?"

A pause.
Technically, this wasn't the entire truth; technically, that had not happen as she posed it to have happened - knowing exactly how Ciar's parents fell - she was twisting their fates for her own will, for her own persuasion.
Alani never had much of a heart anyways.

"Yes. Do you see now why you should follow me?"


Ciar grew to be a more powerful cat by the moons; he trained for what seemed almost endlessly, to best serve Vallis in his strength and magic.
He was a proud fighter and advocater for the leadership.
Even Alev seemed somewhat shocked - but of course she did not question, of course she did not speak. She knew Alani's words were twisting, dripping with a persuasive venom that could get any cat to follow her word. It was what enabled her to rise through the ranks, after all; when she possessed such a useful talent, how could Alev not use it?


"Robin," she finally spoke, Alani's expression clearly uncertain. "You're not allowed... to be here. You're a rebel."
"You promised to help us."

She looked around, her expression clearly worried; almost as if she were expecting another cat to pop out at that moment, almost as if she were afraid of getting caught...
...and the persuasive was persuaded.

"I'll meet you by the river."
Robin nodded, and - looking back, the other cat ran out of sight.


She turned back; almost bumping into the other figure, who stood before her, his gaze unreadable.

"I thought you always told me rebels deserved to die."

No, no, no, no-- her gaze shot up to his face, one slowly betraying his anger. "I... I'm not--"
"Did you not just help a rebel? Does that not mean..." Ciar looked back, his gaze almost piercing her soul. "...don't you deserve death?"
"I wasn't.. I--"

Her persuasiveness did not come to save her now; her words twisted against her--
trapped.

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username: SurgeFire
name: Alani
Link to thread: Vallis
prompt:

Alani could be considered a persuasive character.

Her silver tongue had been with her since from a relatively young age; almost always able to tip the situation in her favor, to get others to do what she wanted.
It had been successful thus far.

"Do you not see that all those who oppose Alev are worthless in the grand scheme?" she hissed back at the young Ciar; impressionable, willing to listen... perfect, in her eyes. Perfect for her to work her charm; to spread her ideas, to enact her persuasive tactics. "Alev is our true leader. Those rebellious cats you see working against her... deserve to be killed."
"Why's that?" the dark kitten mewed, not entirely understanding her words; and at that she narrowed her eyes, betraying a hint of impatience, but she retained her calm look. "I don't see why they're so bad."
"Ciar," she almost spat, her silvery eyes locked onto his, "they are very bad cats. Do you not know where your parents disappeared to?"
"...did they make them disappear?"

A pause.
Technically, this wasn't the entire truth; technically, that had not happen as she posed it to have happened - knowing exactly how Ciar's parents fell - she was twisting their fates for her own will, for her own persuasion.
Alani never had much of a heart anyways.

"Yes. Do you see now why you should follow me?"


Ciar grew to be a more powerful cat by the moons; he trained for what seemed almost endlessly, to best serve Vallis in his strength and magic.
He was a proud fighter and advocater for the leadership.
Even Alev seemed somewhat shocked - but of course she did not question, of course she did not speak. She knew Alani's words were twisting, dripping with a persuasive venom that could get any cat to follow her word. It was what enabled her to rise through the ranks, after all; when she possessed such a useful talent, how could Alev not use it?


"Robin," she finally spoke, Alani's expression clearly uncertain. "You're not allowed... to be here. You're a rebel."
"You promised to help us."

She looked around, her expression clearly worried; almost as if she were expecting another cat to pop out at that moment, almost as if she were afraid of getting caught...
...and the persuasive was persuaded.

"I'll meet you by the river."
Robin nodded, and - looking back, the other cat ran out of sight.


She turned back; almost bumping into the other figure, who stood before her, his gaze unreadable.

"I thought you always told me rebels deserved to die."

No, no, no, no-- her gaze shot up to his face, one slowly betraying his anger. "I... I'm not--"
"Did you not just help a rebel? Does that not mean..." Ciar looked back, his gaze almost piercing her soul. "...don't you deserve death?"
"I wasn't.. I--"

Her persuasiveness did not come to save her now; her words twisted against her--
trapped.

[492]

Winner!
She causes her own yeeting.

[SurgeFire]

hjhjHJASFDJHJAajkf thank you!!!!
oh she does :)