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user;; *Shiveren*
name;; Aage Borna
gender;; Male
occupation;; Keeper
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[*Shiveren*]

The name Aage is an elegant, compact name. It tells of wisdom and experience, and of countless lives lost. In fact, its very meaning is "ancestors", which specifies the knowledge the holder must possess. In the case of this Viscet, the name couldn't be more correct. His history is deep, complex and adds on to the significance of the name. However, what is really interesting is the way his last name completely counters his first. The meaning of the word "Borna" is youthful. It is of persian origin. You may be wondering how such a wise old soul can be youthful, however you will understand shortly. His full name acts as a balance between his halves, his life, and the world.

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Age
Unknown, looks around 36
sexuality;;
Bisexual with a strong preference for males
Birthday
March 5th
preferred pronouns;;
It,He,Him
Relationship?
If only...
crush(s);;
What useless nonsense
Likes
Cats, Friends, feeling important
happiness, his childhood
Dislikes
The "Box", The higher powers
Coffee, torture, despair
Hobbies
Not allowed, must work. Though he enjoys listening
to the birds.

Fun Fact!

Unfortunately, Aage is a very lucid, detached character. He only ever answers in short sentences which rarely make sense.

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Personality




Though he may seem to be a calm, uncaring guy at first glance, he happens to have a wicked temper. It takes quite a lot to provoke this Viscet, though it is always best to leave him alone. Once his Psychotic side his provoked, he is taken over by uncontrollable and terrifying rage and desire. He will harm anything near him. For example, you must never desire to achieve the item of which he protects. If he gets the feeling that you may be interested in it, you will be removed as soon as possible. It is as if he is controlled by an otherworldly figure in these rages. Perhaps he is...




You must be aware at all times of his intentions. He may seem kind and caring to one person and bold and confident to another.This is due to one of his extreme talents. He has the ability to change his personality entirely. He does not do this to amuse himself, it is only used in manipulation. One of his most used ways is romance. Once he changes his personality to suit the Viscet he is speaking with, he may begin to flirt or act "cute". He does this to wean information or useful tactics from others. This talent is never used for self gain, but in the best interest of some higher power.




He may seem like an incredibly villainous fellow, however none of this is done by his choice. He does not have a say in the matter at all, he is the servant of a much higher power that directs him against his will. With this in mind, you may begin to understand this personality trait. He is lonesome. He is forbidden to spend time in the presence of another Viscet, unless it is in service. His services include manipulation or the elimination of a chosen victim. He is chronically lonely and wishes for nothing more than a nice conversation as he used to have when he was a child. He needs allies, family... and perhaps even friends.




When he he was recruited into the service of the higher power as the keeper of the "box", he received certain abnormalities. This will be expanded upon later, however I will touch upon it now. He became slick with words, extremely manipulative and violent, able to see in the dark more clearly, able to strike fear into hearts and became very imposing. This was terrible news to him as he wished for nothing more but to remain normal. However, it wasn't meant to be. Some may call him Gifted, but he calls himself a monster.

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This life starts off in a very normal way. A caring mother laid an egg, the symbol of her devotion for the father. However, that was not enough. The male was unsatisfied with the weight of the egg, saying it was not heavy enough for its size and that the baby would be a disgraceful little scrap. He had managed to turn the mother against her unborn son, calling the baby a disgraceful excuse for a love symbol. With his urging, the mother followed the male like a blind dog and deposited the egg into the nearest orphanage. She wrote a mysterious symbol in red marker on the eggshell before she left, then exited without a backward glance. She was never seen again.

Young Aage had a hard start to life. As most Orphans, he puzzled as to what he had done wrong to deserve such a harsh fate. Life at an orphanage was certainly challenging and did its best to break him emotionally. The young Viscet fought for his place in the world day by day, refusing to succumb to the awaiting despair. When Aage finally turned 18, he left the orphanage just as his mother has done. He gave no glance behind him as he entered into the awaiting tornado of life, and what a storm it was. He fought for the money to feed himself and went hungry many nights. As he neared his 22 birthday, his childhood despair finally achieved its goal. It crashed over him like a giant wave, drowning him in it's clutches. He was broken.

It was at the height of his turmoil when the voice came. As he lay awake in bed one night, he felt a strong presence wash over him. It soothed his fears and calmed his mind. It seemed to shift through his memories like water and stitch up his broken pieces. He felt a profound calm. A voice sounded in the room. "Do you love yourself." Aage was silent. "Do you wish you could change?" More silence. A cool feeling swelled through his worn limbs, delivering energy to his tired mind. "Grant me your life, and I will be with you forever. I can change you." The voice boomed with authority and power, yet was strangely uncaring all the same. "I need a Keeper, Aage Borna. Will you help me?" Finally, the young Viscet found his voice. "S-Sir, if you don't mind Sir, I would like to t-think about your offer? I mean, if possible sir." His voice sounded weak and ridiculous next to the presence. A hint of suspicion touched him, but it was soon overcome by pride. Was he really being chosen for this task, no matter what it was. Another wave of energy overcame him. A sweet, genuine laughter echoed in the bedroom. "No, small creature. You must decide now. If you refuse, I shall leave forever...." As if on queue, the presence began to withdraw. The Viscet began to panic, suddenly unable to imagine life without this magical being. With a flurry of activity, he leapt out of bed. He took a hurried breath, then yelled. "Do with me as you wish, I am yours!" The being came back forcefully. Suddenly, a new feeling could be found in the vast void. There was a hint of malice. It began to grow and grow until the presence no longer felt so tempting. It laughed a second time, however this time it was full of scorn and pride. It spoke forcefully. "Wrong choice, stupid animal. I name thee Serpent's tongue, monster, and Motherless. I name thee Keeper of the void and servant of the higher powers." The voice dropped to a dull hiss. "You disappoint me." Then it was gone.

A sudden bout of fear racked Aage, for he just realized what he had done. He had failed, just as he always had. His paw flew to his head, hoping to smoothe back his crest. It was an old habit of his, always playing with his mane. He paw flew through empty space and smacked him straight on the head. He was confused, but understanding gradually dawned on him. Without a second's delay, he had gotten a mirror out of his cupboard and brought it up to his face. His arm was racked with tremors. After a look that lasted no more than 2 seconds, the mirror slipped from his grasp and scattered on the dirty floor. He has been changed. His normal Viscet body had been mutated in extraordinary ways, unusual ways. Unnatural ways. He had been changed to serve. Tears sprang to his eyes and he looked down is despair. A piece of paper had been hidden under a book. Shaking like a leaf, he gingerly pulled the paper from its spot. On it was the same symbol that was on his egg.

Months would pass until he finally found the mysterious item of which he has dedicated his life too. He has killed many and ruined others. He has separated families and sowed mistrust into towns. But he has never forgotten that fateful night.

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Unfortunately, Aage is unable to have friends, or even acquaintances. He is stuck in a never ending cycle of loneliness and work. Who knows, maybe he will be able to escape his bodily imprisonment and be free of the higher powers. Though it may be incredibly unlikely, it is not impossible.

Favourites
Animal
The crocodile, it reminds him of his appearance.
Food
Tacos, specifically soft shelled.
Smell
Freshly spread manure on a farm
Item
Anything that's not the "Box"...
Family member
Family member? Yeah right.
Expression
Surprise
Plants
Poison Ivy
Season
Late Spring
Weather
Dry and hot.

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Quirks

Toe Abnormality
Aage's middle toe on his back left paw slightly curves outwards. It is a very strange happening, as there was no sort of accident to cause such an unnatural happening. It simply did not grow in its intended direction. Strange enough, the powers did not fix his wonky toe once they bestowed his mutations. Aage believes it is a joke to them and that he is the laughing stalk of the void.

Little Limp
Aage has a slight leg twinge in his back right calf muscle. Whenever he walks, there is a small pain that cause him to almost stumble forwards. He then catches himself and the cycle continues. He received this when a large Doe kicked him in that exact spot while hunting.

Saliva Secret
One of Aage's most annoying and messy issues is his saliva. His mouth over produces the wet liquid, especially when he is speaking. This hinders his speech quite enormously. He is forced to speak with long slow words in a deep guttural voice. He finds that his swallowing does not seem so distracting when he is speaking slowly. He slurs speech often due to the build-up in his mouth.

Inside Fondness
Due to his occupation, he is not allowed to feel love or fondness to any living creature. The powers believe it will distract him from his work. However, Aage has discovered that is he keeps his feelings deep inside him, he can still feel love. That love is directed towards cats. He adores their wild nature and finds that he can relate to them. They help him deal with his life dilemma, in an off-hand secretive way.

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Why did this have to happen to me? Claws dug roughly into the dirt as the form of a hulking, mutated Viscet stood hunched over it, the vision of the owner blurred with a mixture of rage and frustration. Because of this, he had no friends. Because of this, no future, no hopes for anyone to see past his hideous appearance, nothing to look for in anyone. Of course not. His ears would have cocked backward angrily had he still had them, had anything but the inward clawing desperation to find someone to see him as anything but a monster or at least acknowledge him as something friendly.
He'd tried. Oh, how he had tried; smooth and flirtatious, brash and confident, shy and sweet--nothing ever worked, no matter how often he tried to alter himself. Reality was always there; no one wanted anything to do with something that was outwardly so unappealing, so dangerous-looking. Reality had always been there as a cruel friend of reminder to slap him on the back and jeer at him, make his despair even worse. He got like this every time he scared something off, of course, so it was no wonder he was trying his hardest not to chase after the young viscling that had fled from him whilst crying for its mother, squeaking in terror about a monster trying to eat it. Perhaps a young victim was a bad idea.
He'd already taken off his victim of the day anyway; perhaps that viscling wasn't intended to be a victim, anyway. He just-- It was stupid of me. Return to the cycle, you idiot, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head. He had still left his last victim out in the open from where he'd killed her. He hadn't meant to. Sure, he had been planning, but--he hadn't meant to, not yet. She had been kind, whether she was under the spell of his manipulation skills or not, kind and far, far too talkative to get rid of just yet. Her fur was a beautiful mixture of whites and lavenders and blues, with deep brown eyes that held nothing but mirth despite who--no, what--she had been speaking to. Had she been male, he was quite certain that he would have been a bit more flirtatious with her, but--no, that was a matter to be thought of as far too unnecessary. Aage was the keeper, not a romanticist. He had work to do.

Speaking of, he was certain that he had to go and hear his report about now. He lifted his head, tuned out his regretful thoughts and replaced them with ones of work and how good he was at that. To do his line of work, he didn't need friends or a mate. It was ridiculous to fantasize about them, anyway. But that viscet had been so lovely to him--
Stop it!! Angrily, he shook his head, a soft, clipped snarl leaving his snout before he reared up and shook off his scaly skin, turning and running toward the small city that was so familiar to him with a rapid stride. The respectful thing to do would be to bury her, or at least lay her down on her side to allow her a graceful appearance in death--but he knew that he was not capable of such mercy. Not as a monster. His eyes narrowed and his jaws snapped shut with a click of his teeth as if to silence himself again, though his feet stuttered to a halt as he spotted something small ahead.
Gently nibbling on something just a few feet before him was a large, gray-furred hare, its attention tuned out from the outside world and instead focused on whatever it was eating--and thus, not taking notice of Aage as he paused and cocked his head, observing silently. It appeared...comfortable, soft and warm if he would lift it up and embrace it, feel its gentle fur against his scaly chest. The fact that it had not fled from him was enough to convince and convey to him that he was allowed under some unspoken law of nature to act on his temptation, slowly taking a few trudging steps forward - not enough to startle it, of course - and then leaning down to pick it up between his shorter arms, scooping his paws under its belly and holding it to his chest.
It was so soft. His eyes fluttered closed and he ignored the startled and alarmed squeaking that came from the hare as he held it close, nuzzling his jaw gently along the fluffy ball of fur and savoring in the moment of contact. Was this what it felt like to hold something -- someone? His mind faded from reality and he imagined instead that he were a normal viscet again, with handsome fur and a handsome mate in his arms, pressing against him while they watched their foster children frolicking about and stumbling and giggling in enjoyment, all while the parental duo nuzzled lovingly and murmured sweet nothings to each other. Aage's vision was blurring again, even behind closed eyelids.

The hare had stopped moving by the time his eyes opened and he relaxed. Its heartbeat was no longer rapidly racing against his arm as he relaxed his grip, and his fantasy dribbled out into nothing as he numbly stared down at the limp rodent and let his thick tears drip gingerly into its fur, flattening it and marking where water had dropped into the cooling fur. Of course it was a fantasy, and nothing more. All I do is kill. I am the keeper. You are the keeper, Aage. His vision blankly turned upward toward the setting sun, and he let the slackened hare fall from his grasp and slump to the ground as his limbs switched into auto-pilot and he began his long trek home to receive his report for the day. Like it or not, this was his destiny now. There was no room for happiness.

I am the keeper.

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Be aware, his schedule often changes!


3:00 AM
Wake up quickly and immediately get ready or risk being punished. Eat a short but filling
breakfast of deer meat and eggs and get orders from the higher powers. Accept the orders no matter
what - never fight back. Brush teeth - dental hygiene is important.

6:30 AM
Set out to complete the higher power's orders. Dread the day's possibilities. Make some time
to listen to the tweeting birds - their hopeful song of freedom is inspiring. Tweet tweet.
That means keep your head up.

10:00 AM
Find the day's victim (if he hasn't found them yet, he's quite possibly screwed) and begin
manipulation. May take hours. Remember the birds. They believe in you.

12:30 PM
Time for lunch, either hunted or bought. If the day's interesting, take the victim out to lunch.
If the day's more bland, the victim may already be dead. It all depends on the day's orders.

2:00 PM
Begin the long journey back to the small townhouse at the edge of a small city. Home sweet
home. Dread the overview he's going to get when he finally returns. Maybe dawdle a bit - listen to the
birds a bit more while he walks.

8:00 PM
Receive the overview of today's events. He probably did everything wrong according to them,
but if he's lucky he'll have done something right. Sometimes the feedback is valuable.
Sometimes it's just a scolding.

9:30 PM
Time to go to dreamworld. He'll be shocked awake all too early in the morning and rest is a
necessity. Goodnight.

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June 22

Today was...it was...everything was...it was terrible. words can't even describe the mess that was today's job. today's failure. oh god... i can't even. even now, hours later, my paws are shaking as i write this. perhaps i should start at the beginning.

the assignment was simple enough. travel to a nearby town and gather information. it was supposed to be easy. my target was a human. a simple young girl. young and bright and full of the naivety that comes only with innocence. missions like this, i have preformed them dozens of times before. they're easy, simple, quick. impossible to mess up. it was never supposed to get so out of hand. but it did.

they knew. oh god, they knew. somehow. i don't know how. but somehow, the villagers had been forewarned of my arrival. when i entered the town, nothing felt amiss. everything felt normal. it wasn't until i reached her dwelling that i realized something was wrong. i had walked right into an ambush.

they were waiting for me. with guns and knives and fire. it was too much. i tried to fight. i swear i did. but they were too much. i was overwhelmed. i took out five, six, seven of them. but it was too much. i'm such a failure. all it took was the sting of a knife drawing across my cheek and the hot searing pain of a bullet in my thigh to send me running. fleeing. turning tail like a viscling scared of the flash of lightning. oh how i failed them.

they weren't happy. the higher powers. the ones who govern each and every waking moment of my life. no, unhappy is a mild way to put it. their rage was severe. never before in my life have i trembled in such fear. have i felt such pain. felt such powerful and all encompassing fear.

and that was only half of my punishment. tomorrow, i must go and finish the job. i must avenge them they said. kill each and every soul that dared to harm me. but first, first i must torture them the way they tortured the powers. i have to kill every innocent soul in that village. babes, pets, mothers. everyone. and only then, after i have ripped their throats from their bodies, should i attack the warriors. and then, i must make their deaths slow, painful, torturous.

i hate it. i hate it. i hate it. i don't want to do it. oh how i wish i could rebel. how i could leave each and every innocent soul alive. i wish i could just leave this incident behind me in the dust. but i cannot. i just can't.

please, someone, save them. save them all. steal them away before the moon sleeps. because, as soon as the sun arises, i know i will have no choice but to kill them.

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July 16

it's been awhile hasn't it? it's been far too long since i last picked up this pen and sat down and wrote out my thoughts. but finally, after weeks, i have managed to sneak out enough time to write this out.

the powers have been working me non stop. they still have yet to forgive me for my mistake weeks ago. i fear they never will. that they will continue to hold this against me for the rest of eternity. but enough about that. i do now wish to alert them to my thoughts on that matter. their punishments are severe enough as it is.

instead, i will write about other matters. today, while i was out hunting, i came across the most magnificent doe i had ever seen. her pelt was a lovely russet red, it shone in the sun like a nothing i have ever encountered. and she was huge. as large as a full grown stag. i could tell that she would taste divine. but she was not to be my meal it seems. i spent an hour hunting her, and by the time i managed to corner her, i was exhausted. she was not.

we tussled for a bit, and she kicked me in the leg. right where the humans bullet had lodged itself. god, how it hurt. almost as much as the punishments delivered by them. while i writhed in pain, the doe managed to escape. i will not hunt her down again.

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August 8

i can't do this much longer. it's getting to be too much. the loneliness. every night, i go to sleep alone, and every morning i wake up alone. i'm lonely. i long for someone to curl up with at night. to share my waking moments with. someone to spin tales to about the glory of the night sky. oh, how i wish i could meet someone.

and...don't tell the powers... but i think i may have found someone. Wendigo she is known by. Or Chantal as i managed to pry from beneath her layers of secrets. she's gorgeous, outside as well as in. like me, she's forced to bring pain and suffering. she's a killer though. they force her to murder both humans and viscets alike. and oh, how i wish i could save her. a woman such as her does not deserve this life. and she wishes to save me as well. maybe...maybe we'll run away together. she and i. the next full moon perhaps. that is when the moonlight gleams off of her antlers best after all.

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August 9

they found out. of course they did. i never should have been foolish enough to actually write out my thoughts. i should have known. i should have known. the pain was, it was outstanding. worse than what i felt before. i'm barely able to write this. my paws won't stop shaking. because she lied, oh god, she lied. she lied, oh god how she lied.

i should have known. should have known that i was being strung along. that she was playing me. that i'm the only vessel the powers bother to keep. she's a killer. she loves the kill, she lives for it. she lied. everything i knew about her was a lie. i was just another pawn in her game. another broken heart for her to leave in her wake. i should have known. she lied. she lied lied lied.

tomorrow can't come soon enough. the job's going to be terrible. an information run, perhaps. something i normally hate. but i can't welcome it enough at this point. anything to get my mind off of her.

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August 21

they've....the powers.... they've entrusted it to my care. the box... the box... something's not right about the box... i don't know what though.... it's evil whatever it is.... and it's...it's affecting me... i feel all weird...all tingly... like some one has filled my mind with ants...i need to find out what's inside it...i just feel too strange....

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