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A Wrong Path | Viscet Third Aniversary Legendary # 1 Tryout

Postby Lady M » Mon Feb 19, 2018 3:21 pm

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Name: Siren
Biological Gender: Female
Gender: Female
Age: 1000 Years
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My entry will be loosley based off of The Phantom Vessel, a traditional Chinese folklore.

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Personality

Postby Lady M » Tue Feb 20, 2018 11:54 am

Personality - Is Siren evil? No, at least not to her. Though she is quite the philosopher, and rightly so as she has seen the word change through the hourglass holding the the sands of time. Although true evil is a relative term. To the fish and animals of the sea she is a savior. She rids the sea of poisonous humans. To humans she is little short of a demon, she stops trades, she kills sailors, she wrecks ships. Many legends have been written about her throughout all her life. However, no one really knows her true personality.
She wasn't always like this, and she didn't always hate humans. Back when she was younger, and humans were younger too, they didn't pollute the ocean as much. It was their source of food. If they killed the fish they killed them selves. But now humans have better ways of getting food than fishing, better ways of travel than boats, better way of doing most things. Except for protecting the Earth. When Siren grew up she had the normal relationships, normal hight and normal lows, she had her top-of-the-game days, and she had her will-I-ever-be-OK-again days. But this was all before she became immortal. Well, became immortal is the wrong word, it's not as though she drank a magic potion and will live forever. At a young age she started to care about the ocean, and she saw what the humans did to it. And as long as the ocean is in trouble from the humans Siren seems to live to protect it. She knows there will come a day when the humans will no longer harm the oceans, and that will be the day when Siren can finally sleep and never wake up. That will be the day when she will be reunited with her family once more.

Siren doesn't really have relationships anymore, she used to get into relationships but it was just too painful for her to see her loved ones come and go with the ebb of mortal life. She doesn't talk much anymore, and if you catch her alone she is more likely to run away than anything else. She is not by herself very strong. It is not as though she is small and frail, but her only weapons are her voice and her glowing fur which she can use to lure creatures where she wants them. She is also incredibly smart, if she wanted to she could preform even greater feats than what she does now. However, between her non-existant relationships with any Viscets, and her hatred for humans her brain is mostly used for her mission, and smart aleck remarks in her head.

She can be very sassy and snarky, she also loves to act as though any other creature is inferior to her. However, she does still have relationships with the creatures of the sea. When she jumps into the water all of the fish swim twards her instead of away from her and it has nothing to do with her voice. She cannot understand all of the languages of the sea, however, she can feel things. Just slight murmurs from the fish, and whole elaborate converstions from the more intelligent animals such as seals and otters. She can sense the energy that each and every living creature gives off.

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The Mind of a Lonely God

Postby Lady M » Tue Feb 20, 2018 11:55 am

The Mind of a Lonely God - I look down. I am on a craggy peak in the middle of the ocean. And, I hate hights. You must think I'm crazy, right? I've spent thousands of years crashing ships into rocks with my voice and every one of those rocks have been high off the ground. Some of the legends talk about how I used to be a mortal soul and I was enslaved by the Gods and now I am forced to crash ships. Now what basis do they have for these claims? They say this. Ships that have seen others crash saw a creature standing on top of the rocks. And it was clear to them that "the creature" was the one that made the ship crash. But they talk about how at the moment of impact the coward tucks her head under her arm, for she cannot bear to witness the death of a fellow human. Fellow human? Yeah, right. How could a creature as majestic and ancient as myself, have once been a human? The very thing I have stayed alive to destroy? Now, whether or not they are right is another question. Yes, when a ship crashes into a stone beneath me I do curl my head. Now why I do it? I don't know. Maybe it is looking down and thinking about what would happen if I were to slip and fall down onto the same jagged peaks as the ship? Maybe it is the fact that no matter how much I hate the humans, the sight of blood still bothers me.

I am shaken out of my thoughts as I hear a splintering sound beneath me. I hadn't even realized what I was doing, I was so caught up in the moment. Now I remember, I had called the ship over and then when I was lost in thought I suppose I had crashed it. When I was younger and just figuring out what the extent of my powers really were I would never have been able to do that. I had to strain and strain. It started off with the sailors moving out of the ship and standing at the rail looking for the sound of the voice. Then the captain had started to turn the ship a bit, then quickly loosing interest in the sound. If we are being honest here (although whether honesty matters when it is just me and my thoughts, it's not like we can hide a secret from each other) the thought that all I need to do is grab their attention and they won't even turn away scares me. The fact that I have that much power in my voice is such a strange thought. When I was younger I didn't have much power, I was about average size average strength. Fairly average in every aspect except for my mind. I have always had a good mind, as I have been told by many different people. But it wasn't as though I was feared or anything. And of course my fur. From a young age I new that parts of my fur could change color. My parents knew too, but, unlike them I wasn't aware that it was something not every Viscet could do. Maybe that is why I now seperate myself from everyone. I am scared of what I might do to someone if I ever fell in love. If they left me would I forcibly keep them with me? Would I be able to ever convince myself that I made the right choice? But would I be able to let them leave?

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Poison of the Sea

Postby Lady M » Tue Feb 20, 2018 11:56 am

Poison of the Sea - The smooth pebbles pressed into my paws as I walked down the beach. I love this beach. It is so peaceful and serene. It is surrounded by towering cliffs, so most humans would never venture down here. The few who do, the ones who drop from helicopters or the ones who scale the cliffs, they are the only ones I ever see. But they have found better challenges and you can hardly ever see a human on this beach. That's one of the reasons that I hate humans so much. Not because they can't be seen, I love that, but how even though a human hasn't set foot here in decades you can still see the traces of them. You see it in the soda cans washed up on the beach. Those said soda cans could have come from anywhere in the world. We have some in Chinese, some in English, some in French. And the all wash up here. But that's why I spend my time clearing the beach. I don't do it for the humans; they don't deserve anything like that, I do it for myself, so I can walk along the beach and pretend that the humans could never reach here. I do it for the gulls that get trapped in the fishing nets. I do it for the turtles who get stuck in soda can rings. I do it for all the animals who live here because pollution has driven them out of their homes.

As a Visect, I don't have much trouble climbing up the piles of rocks. As I climb up the rocks I am greeted by a welcome sight. A small seagull chick has wandered over to me. To anyone else, it would just be a seagull chick and nothing more. But to me this seagull was special. Not only because most seagulls don't make it to adulthood, most of them do here, the predators are kept to a minimum. But this chick was one that I had found floating in in a pool of oil. And I had cleaned it off with the hopes that it might live, and I had put it on the rocks. And now it was the spotted fluffy normal seagull chick. It decided to hop up after me. The glee soon drained from my face as I saw a much less welcome sight. Even though the ship couldn't hurt the chick I instinctively wrapped my paws around it. This wasn't just a small fishing boat. This was one of the big ones. The ones that just drag a net across the bottom of the ocean and pick up anything in their path. Not only are they destructive they pick up a lot of fish they can't use and let them just die. I couldn't let them get close to the beach because there is a large abundance of tropical fish here and many different species of clams and oysters. If they got even a small sniff of what wildlife we have here there would soon be a huge number of ships coming. But I couldn't wreck it against the beach. First of all who knows how much coral could be torn up by a ship running aground. And the fact that I would see it every day and then I could no longer have the feeling that no humans are around. But if the ship were to mysteriously not return to port it might keep other ships away from here. Knowing this, I knew that I had no choice. I would have to get up the rocks. It was a hard climb, and it would have been so much easier if I had ditched the lantern but I knew that was part of what I needed to draw the sailors attention. After a lot of work, I was at the top of the cliffs. It helped that I could climb up mountains of boulders and not need to climb up the sheer cliff for more than a few yards at a time. I stood at the top of the cliff and quickly bounded over to the other side of the island. I would need all the power I could get for a time like this, but I got it from the seagull. Thinking about how it had gotten caught in a patch of oil from a ship just like this and it could happen again. And so I started singing. At first, nothing happened but soon the ship changed direction. And within a quarter of an hour, there was a wreck beneath me.

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A Wrongful God

Postby Lady M » Tue Feb 20, 2018 11:57 am

A Wrongful God - Siren stared at the ship beneath her, the fishing boat. It made her a bit sad to think of all the fish trapped on it, but mostly she was angry at the humans. She heard tired flapping at her side and noticed not the seagull, but another chick, this time a white crow. A white crow, she thought, that's strange. But she picked up the little bird and held it in her arms where it promptly fell asleep. She thought that it could probably get along well enough with the seagull, the only problem is how to get it down. The poor thing had probably flown quite a ways at this point and was in no way ready to fly down the cliffs. However, Siren was in no way prepared to climb down with only her hind legs. It was at times like these when she wished she had been born with wings. She placed the little thing on her back and started towards the edge of the cliff with the little bird clinging instinctively to her mane.

Suddenly a fireball appeared in front of her. Knowing that this was not just a normal could of sea foam Siren sank to her knees in front of it. The little white crow was dislodged and tumbled a bit before grabbing onto Siren's ear. This hurt, and it hurt quite a bit, but Siren didn't nock the little thing away. The mist cleared up and in the center was a swirling firball, and coming from it was a voice. The voice said "Was that what you were supposed to do?" Siren knew it was not. It was her job to go on board the ships and she was supposed to judge the people on the ship, give them a chance to atone for their sins. She was not supposed to wreck a ship without doing this first. In Siren's defense she did occasionally do this, when it was in a port, when there were no animals around, and when there were no particularly good rock around. But she knew sh had not done the right thing this time. There may have been someone good on the ship, maybe a young child who was still young and innocent. But if that young child could prove that the people on the ship had done something good she was to send the ship off again. But that couldn't happen, this ship had seen the wonders of her island and she couldn't let the leave and tell others about this place. The little crow clinging to her ear was proof of this.

But He didn't understand. The creature in front of her. She had never seen what He actually looked like. She only knew that he was the one who had told her about her powers, He was the one who explained that as long as the ocean needed her she could go on living as long as she helped it. And now he was back. She hadn't spoken to him in a long time, for hundreds of years she had let the humans go when they were good enough. Only in the past hundred years, since she found this island, had she wrecked every ship that came to the island. She knew He was here to punish her. "I can explain" she tried. "I'm sure you have a bucketful of good reasons for me to let you go. And I am going to let you go. The reason for that is because when I come here I see what the world without humans should look like. However" he warned "if you do not start to do your job correctly I will be forced to go against my better judgement and punish you, perhaps take away your gift. And with that he disappeared in a fireball.

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The Seven Sins

Postby Lady M » Tue Feb 20, 2018 11:58 am

The Seven Sins - I stared down at the boat that was coming towards the island. There is so much emotion packed into such a small ship. I know what I can do. My voice can attract the sailors on the boat towards me, but I have learned some other ways as well. One is my gift, specifically the gift that lets me change my colors. I have learned about the seven sins and the seven virtues. Due to my idea about humanity I have decided to focus on the seven cardinal sins. For inside every man there there is at least one of them, usually more. And, over time, I have learned that colors can represent these. I feel onto the ship and the first I get is the captain. He is thinking about his loved ones at home. There I can sense lust. My fur slowly turn as deep red rose color. I sense the navigator, who has just gotten them through trecherous water and is very pleased with himself for it. This is pride. My fur fades from red to a deep royal blue. But I feel a pulse of emotion, next to the navigator is the small apprentice boy. I see, he helped them survive yet he gets none of the glory. My fur changes to a deep yet irridescant green, the color of envy, even in a young child. Searching farther into the ship I can sense a large figure coming up, and unsuprisingly after following I see the passenger of this ship. They must be a very wealthy person because it is clear that they have been passing the time by eating. For this act of gluttony my fur fades to a bright yellow. Near him is the humble dinner server. Staring at the amount of food that is being consumed. My fur fades to orange, the color of deep gold, this is a sign of greed. But this is not the only crew member. Asleep in his bunk is a sailor who should be on deck, yet he chooses to remain in his bunk instead. My fur fades to a deep purple for the sloth. And lastly we have wrath. The bright pulsating indigo can be found in most places on this vessel, for these people have been together for too long an are feeling less than kindly to each other. All of these feelings swarm around me as I draw the boat closer and closer, my fur pulsating gently.

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