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Re-List your traits:
Deceptive, playful, sarcastic, flirty, and clever
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Where do they see themselves in ten years?:
Tazurium has never truly known where his future would lead. With a past full of so many doubts and hardships, his future looked bleak. Honestly, back then, the only place he felt he would find himself is in a prison or on the run when he finally took it too far. His years as a bully left him doubtful and catious, often making him put up an air of false bravado to keep others from digging to deep into his past and what is soon to be his future. After all, they say that you end the same way you begin... or at least that's what he thought. All that changed on the day he met Tabitha. She was his light. Not only did she open his eyes but she opened doors that he thought had been previously closed. She pathed the way, breaking through his shakcles of doubt and brought him to the glorious sunlight of friendship and hope. Now he can truthfully say he has a future. He can see himself on stage, the crowds roar around him as he rocks his base guitar in time with the band, his friends surrounding him and supporting him while his beatuiful girlfriend stands by his side singing the songs they wrote together. He can see himself signing autographs for billions of people, viscets of all kinds hoping and longing to meet him. He wants to spend the rest of his days on stage, rocking the spotlight and doing what he loves most.
That's not the only thing in his future he can see however. One day he hopes to propose to tabitha and together start a family. He wants to have a bunch of mini viscets running around, three sounds just about right. Maybe more if they can handle it. He just feels like it would be perfect to be able to have a bunch of munchkins in which he could teach and guide as they discovered life. He could play with them, maybe teach them how to play catch. Oh! Maybe they'd be interested in music! Maybe they would form their own band just as their parents did before them. That would be perfect. Of course, maybe not 100% perfect, after all with the amount of sarcasm and attitude that both he and Tabitha has, it's inevitable that at least one inherits it. That's certainly going to make any teenagers tough to handle. They'll be smart too. Maybe just as clever as him. That could be both an advantage and a disadvantage. Well, this may not happen too soon. For now, he's rather content with life, working in an effort to raise bullying awareness and gain forgivness for his past mistakes.
(452/500)
At least two friends:
Tabitha: AKA Taboo: Owned by me:
Tabitha was the first real friend that Taz has ever had. She didn't care about his sarcastic and often snappy attitude, all she saw was a lonely viscet and that was when she decided to become his friend ammo matter how much he may have tried to push her away. That's just the way she was though. She could take even the sourest and angriest viscet and, through immeasurable patience and determination somehow become their friend. He was no exception.
Many say that because he and Tabitha spend so much time together he seems to have picked up some of her traits. Her sarcasm is an example of this. With her constantly making sarcastic remarks, he would make some of his own to combat them. Now they often work together, teasing and mocking each other playfully yet knowing that the other does not mean what they say. Her never ending energy has also caused him to be a bit more playful and energetic thanks he used to be. It's hard not to when you have to keep up with her energy and optimism.
Another thing about Tabitha Is that she can be easily flustered if you know where to push. Taz finds it hilarious. This brings him to often flirt with her, especially in public, in an effort to watch her face redeem and become embarrassed. He enjoys teasing and constantly flirting with her which brings others to call him flirty. This doesn't mean that he still won't flirt with others although she knows that he only flirsts with them to uphold his image. After all, every rock band needs a handsome guitarist for fans to swoon over.
All these aspects are big parts of her but the main aspect he respects the most is her passion. For everything she does, she puts in 100% for it, especially her music. She has shown him how, with hard work and a little faith anything is possible. It's her constant support that often keeps him from falling into deep depression once more. He knows that, despite how irritating she can be at times, she still cares, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
(369/400)
Annabel Lee: Owned by funderful;; :
She's a rather new member of his group of friends but she has already had quite the impact on him. With her having been bullied and her ability to see ghosts, she quickly reminded him Deimos, who he useed to bully in the past. Though it may have started as an attempt to make up mistakes, she quickly found that she fit in. Now they treat her just like one of the band even though she isn't. They'd spend time together by going to a concert (With annabel getting a vip pass of course), just going over to Taboo's to play poke'mon on her newest gaming console, or chilling at a cafe arguing about mysteries or conspiracies, she's often seen hanging out with the gang.
Taz almost see's her as a little sister, always trying to give her a boost and improve her self-esteem. He admire's how she dreams big and hopes that he can do anything he can to help her reach those dreams. It always crushes him whenever he sees how paranoid and cautious she is so he tries his best to be a figure of comfort and protection for her. He's become very protective of her as well. If he ever hears of someone bullying her, he becomes furious. Thankfully, he has learned how to hold in his rage and instead, he will break them apart, using harsh words in order to, as he says, "Make their life miserable." Being the clever beast he is, he can quickly and accurately think of as many ways to degrade them as possible. Sometimes he may take it a bit too far but that's what happens when you mess with one of his friends and, despite their efforts to change him, that is the only way he knows how to handle his problems.
Despite this and their unlikely relationship, the two get along quite nicely. He is always willing to offer her an ear to listen and a helping hand. It doesn't bother him anymore that she can see and speak to ghosts. It's just a fact about her that he's accepted. It does make him feel bad about how he used to make fun of deimos but he's decided to put this in the past and, with Annabel Lee, he feels like he has finally gained a chance at redemption.
(391/400)
Nevada: Owned by Fyrvi:
Every group has to have that one completely hopeless romantisizor and, for them, that's Nevada. Although he may seem arrogant and bold, the team has found him to especially loyal to them. He has always seemed to be like the comic relief of the situation. He's bright, optomistic, and always seeming to find the good in the tough situations. His traits of optomism serve to continually remind him that there's still light in this world. He loves to see how Nevada's face lights up whenever they travel someplace new, you see Nevada loves to travel. That's one of the reasons he and Tabitha managed to talk him into being their drummer. The thrill of an adventure and, with his thoughtfulness and his ability to think things through, he's been a big help to the reckless viscet. He's kept him out of more trouble and kept him and Tabitha out of more danger than he could ever know.
Nevada's also quite the hopeless romantic. From day one he's been a Tazoo shipper (Taz and Taboo). As a matter of fact, he's also the one that pushed Tazurium to ask her out. That's the best thing he ever did if you ask him. Not only that, Nevada's kind of like Tazurium's right hand man. He's always there to help out and be a supportive friend while still somehow putting up with the rest of them which, in Tazurium's book is a pretty impressive feat.
(242/400)
(Special shout out to Funderful;; and Fyrvi for letting me use their viscets. You guys rock! X3)
A short story about who they are closest to:
30 Minutes Before The Concert...
"Taz... Taazzzz... TAZURIUM!!!" "Huh?! What! I'm up!" He said leaping to his feet... or attempting to anyway. Forgetting he was sitting in a recliner he managed to offset the balance of the chair and send it sprawling backwards as he gave out a very unmanly yelp. Once he had quite painfully landed on the ground, he waited for the world to focus around him. The first thing he could hear was howling laughter and he felt his face flush. "Well thanks for the support. Some girlfriend you are." He said sarcastically causing her to give a snort as her chuckles died down but that wide grin still stayed on her face. "We'll gee, sorry to wake you sleeping beauty but we do have a concert to get to in thirty minutes. Annie and Nevada are already there." Realizing that he had somehow managed to nap until the late afternoon, he stood the rest of the way in a paniced frenzy. "Tabs! Why didn't you wake me?! We're going to be late!" he suddenly saw guilt flash through her eyes and a light blush. Suddenly he realized why she hadn't woken him. he began to snicker and said "You couldn't find it in you to wake me up, could you?" He said with a chuckle. Stubbornly, she puffed out her cheeks and said, "How do you expect me to wake you up when you look so innocent in your sleep?" He raised his eyebrows as she suddenly realized what she said. "I-I mean, seriously! You were sleeping for so long and you needed the sleep and..." Realizing this was not a battle she was going to win, she groaned. "Whatever! Who cares if I couldn't wake you up! You're up now and we need to go!" He laughed at her frustrations and raced up the stairs of his humble abode. Suddenly, Tabitha's ears pricked as she heard his voice call from upstairs. "Oh and next time Tabs, you may as well just admit I was too cute!" She felt her face heat up even more and ducked her head and yet, the small fond smile stayed on her face as she muttered, "Idiot."
5 Minutes before the Concert...
The two quickly pushed through security, ignoring the guards chuckles. This certainly wasn't the first time the pair had almost been late and they knew it probably wasn't the last. Continuing through backstage, they avoided wires and instruments in their rush to reach the stage. Finally making it, Taz and Taboo both breathed sighs of relief to see that Annie and Nevada had already gotten ready and were paitently waiting. Annabeth Lee looked up at their approach and gave them a wide smile. "There you two are. We were getting worried." She said kindly. Tazurium blew off her concerns as he lifted his electric guitar from it's stand and slipped the strap over his head. "Are you guys ready for this?" Shrugging as she normally does, Taboo responded, "Probably not but we really don't get much of a choice now, do we?" Nevada laughed, sitting down at his drums and annie just shook her head playfully. Suddenly, looking to the clock across stage she gasped. "You guys have two minutes! I'm going to go ahead and get in my seat." She began rushing towards the stage exit so she could find her seat. Turning once, she said, "good luck guys! Break a leg!" "Don't tempt me!" Taz called back to her but she didn't seemed to hear. Tabitha however did and for the second time that night she let out a loud snort.
0 Minutes before the Concert...
"Ready?" She asked, loving violet eyes watching his nervous ones. "I guess." Tazurium said, standing at the front of the stage, guitar in hand. Adjusting the settings on her keyboard, she smiled at him. "Nervous?" "You bet." He said breathily causing her to grin. "Tabs, how do you know I'm not going to completely screw this all up?" She sighed deeply as his words, her eyes burning as they looked at him. "You listen here, Tazurium. You have been practicing this song for weeks, working and perfecting every little note. Have a little faith in yourself. Trust me, it's perfect." Feeling a lot better thanks to her, his grin returned. "Not as perfect as you." She groaned, facepalming, but she quickly straitened up as the curtain began to rise. The stadium was packed, thousands of viscets anxiously awaiting their favorite band. Stepping up to the mic, he quickly caught their attention. "Hey guys! What's up?!" Feeling his nerves bubble up once more. "We're gonna do something a bit different tonight. You see, I've been working on a song myself. Here it is." He took a deep breath, supporting his guitar and preparing to play. He glanced back to the others, seeing that they watched him waiting for his cue to start. He smiled as Tabitha gave him a thumbs up. Stepping up to the mic again, he began to sing and Taboo started with the keboard behind his voice.
"The runway sure looks clear tonight, Soaking up the Autumn sky, Oh, the beauty takes my breath away,
And if this mouth could truly speak, The view that these eyes have seen, Then the words would drown the deepest sea.
My heart skips a beat... and returns to the beginning..."
He could hear Nevada add in with the drums as his hand starting to playing guitar. Feeling some of the nerves leave, his voice began to gain confidence. He even could feel himself swaying to the music getting lost in it's melodies.
"Mystery unfold tonight, With a voice you cannot hide, Oh the melody leads the way.
For the stars leave us in awe, As we partake in nature's song, And the journey carries on..."
Little did Tazuriun know, this was going to be the beginning of a long and beautiful career, and he got do live it by the side of the love of his life.
(Song is: Stargazing By: They Came Running)
(1013/1000)
(1013/1000)
Best-kept secret OR Biggest regret:
Tazurium has made a lot of mistakes in his life, many of which he has come to regret. Almost all of those happened to him during a certain time of his life, the time when everything had fallen apart. Tazurium had never quite had the best home life. His parents were rarely home and when they were they would hardly recognize that he existed. Taz thought it was normal until he found himself at school where he discovered just how difficult his life really was. He didn't mean for it to turn out in this way. He never wanted to be the bully. He just finally snapped. He was sick and tired of having everyone push him down. He was exhausted of having to go home and do everything that other viscets could rely on their parents to do. He was angry and hurt and he was sick of going to school only to see how wonderful everyone else's lives were in comparison to his own.
There still comes times where he stops and wonders, what if he hadn't been the bully? What if he had been the bullied as so many thought he would be? Would he have ended up like Deimos? Afraid of his own shadow? Or would he have ended up being brave and standing up to them? Surely any other path would have been better than the one he took. Maybe he could have held it off. Maybe he could have gotten help. The thing is... he didn't. He fell to his jealousy and hate. In an effort to make his life seem better, he bagan pushing down those around him, teasing and mocking them so they would understand how he felt at home. Hatred can make even the purest of souls blacken. All it takes is one little flake of darkness to infest his whole being. He became brash, mocking, aggresive, and he began to use his cleverness in ways that he never thought he would for things he knew he never should. Each time he saw that face, the face of embrarassment or fear on another, he felt glorious. How sickening. What he once saw as the most amazing thing he's ever done is now the thing he wished he had never done.
If only he had never started... No. He can't change the past nor can he fix his mistakes. Now, who he was before is just as much a part of him as the face in the mirror. It's shaped him and formed him to become who he is today. He wouldn't have lived thorugh any of the experiences he has and, most importantly, he would have never met them. He would have never met those viscets who helped turn his life around. Every action has an equal and opposit reaction. This is the way life is. If he had never been a bully he would have never met those who stood against him. He would have never known those who tried to help him. He wouldn't be half the viscet he is today. Still, he caused so much heartache and pain for those who didn't deserve it. He tore apart their hopes and dreams just so he could try to grasp something that could never be his. He was like the mighty icarus after the fall. All he could do was struggle. There was nothing left for him, no home to turn to, no life to support him. He was alone... that is, until someone helped him up. They taught him to walk once more and, now that he's strong enough, he can do the same for others. So, while he does wish he could take away their pain, he knows that he can't. The past has come and gone and with it rises a new future for him and those who surround him. This fact can't be changed just as he can't change the past. That's why he keeps fighting. He fights for those who can't fight for themselves hoping that one day, those he defended can find it in their hearts to forgive those who did wrong against them. It isn't too much for a little forgiveness, is it?
(700/700)
Extra #1: A Poem By Taz
Living Lonely
Original poem by cyberdragon725
Hold it , stop, and just listen to me,
'Cause I'm saying something that needs to be,
Because while everyone knows that we're living free,
They seem to forget that we're also living lonely.
You and Me have always needed the company,
But now there seems to be something no one wants to see,
In which living free comes with a fee.
Just today, it was said that I wanted to be alone,
That I walk right on past all the people who've gone,
But while they're going off on their own way,
They seem to have forgotten that wave that I gave,
Because while I'm the one labled Moody or Salty,
They often forget to look past it to me,
But while they're tasting the salt,
They can't seem to taste all the sugar that's hidden beneath.
I'm not seen for all the good, just the bad,
Though I had and still am working to change me.
But you see, I'm not the only Viscet who's living lonely.
Kids, adults, our elders too, it's true, they're left behind too.
So it's not just you and me who end up feeling blue.
It's them, and they, and those who don't even have a clue.
Others may like us, call us their friends,
Tell us we'll be together till the end.
But those Viscets don't realize something.
The term friend isn't used just to add bling,
To relationships, bonds, or even feelings.
It's used like a term to describe a thing.
Now I don't know about you but a real friend isn't just a friend.
It's our names, our bonds, our memories, our hopes, our kin.
These friends that I believe in are Viscets I trust,
And to know a true friend then trust is a must.
But that's something that we just can't seem to find,
So to protect ourselves we just stay confined,
Closed in with the thoughts locked up in our mind,
Remembering things said during all that lost time.
It's true that we live alone but we're tryin',
Searching to find another of our kind,
But we're blind to the thoughts of you.
We don't have a clue what to do,
Because for us this is all new.
And so we bully them, scold them, tell them they're through,
And there's some who don't know that this isn't true,
And since they've previously tried they accept the lie,
Thinking the only thing left that they could obtain,
Is a long lonely life without a friend to their name.
But our story doesn't have to end up in that way.
You have the power to brighten their day through what you say.
Actually, scratch that, you don't even have to say a word,
'Cause a simple smile holds more words than could ever be heard.
Just a friendly hand, a hug, plant a new friendships seed,
In which the flower that blooms will fill our every need.
So when given the chance to befriend someone like me,
Help that tiny seed grow till it's big as a tree,
And pay off that debt of the fee to be free.
Then finally at last when we're all living in harmony,
Finally, hopefully, we, me, him, her, he, she,
Them, and they will finally see that we're not alone see.
We don't have to keep living lonely.
Extra 2: Art
A helping hand

Living Lonely
Original poem by cyberdragon725
Hold it , stop, and just listen to me,
'Cause I'm saying something that needs to be,
Because while everyone knows that we're living free,
They seem to forget that we're also living lonely.
You and Me have always needed the company,
But now there seems to be something no one wants to see,
In which living free comes with a fee.
Just today, it was said that I wanted to be alone,
That I walk right on past all the people who've gone,
But while they're going off on their own way,
They seem to have forgotten that wave that I gave,
Because while I'm the one labled Moody or Salty,
They often forget to look past it to me,
But while they're tasting the salt,
They can't seem to taste all the sugar that's hidden beneath.
I'm not seen for all the good, just the bad,
Though I had and still am working to change me.
But you see, I'm not the only Viscet who's living lonely.
Kids, adults, our elders too, it's true, they're left behind too.
So it's not just you and me who end up feeling blue.
It's them, and they, and those who don't even have a clue.
Others may like us, call us their friends,
Tell us we'll be together till the end.
But those Viscets don't realize something.
The term friend isn't used just to add bling,
To relationships, bonds, or even feelings.
It's used like a term to describe a thing.
Now I don't know about you but a real friend isn't just a friend.
It's our names, our bonds, our memories, our hopes, our kin.
These friends that I believe in are Viscets I trust,
And to know a true friend then trust is a must.
But that's something that we just can't seem to find,
So to protect ourselves we just stay confined,
Closed in with the thoughts locked up in our mind,
Remembering things said during all that lost time.
It's true that we live alone but we're tryin',
Searching to find another of our kind,
But we're blind to the thoughts of you.
We don't have a clue what to do,
Because for us this is all new.
And so we bully them, scold them, tell them they're through,
And there's some who don't know that this isn't true,
And since they've previously tried they accept the lie,
Thinking the only thing left that they could obtain,
Is a long lonely life without a friend to their name.
But our story doesn't have to end up in that way.
You have the power to brighten their day through what you say.
Actually, scratch that, you don't even have to say a word,
'Cause a simple smile holds more words than could ever be heard.
Just a friendly hand, a hug, plant a new friendships seed,
In which the flower that blooms will fill our every need.
So when given the chance to befriend someone like me,
Help that tiny seed grow till it's big as a tree,
And pay off that debt of the fee to be free.
Then finally at last when we're all living in harmony,
Finally, hopefully, we, me, him, her, he, she,
Them, and they will finally see that we're not alone see.
We don't have to keep living lonely.
Extra 2: Art
A helping hand
