Username - finifugal
Name - Casper
Gender - Male
Favorite Color and Why - Cas' favorite color is, without a doubt, orange. It may seem rather unorthodox, but to him there's nothing like the comforting glow of a sharp fire, or the soft light of a sunset. Orange isn't quite a common favorite color, generally beaten out by blues and greens, and Casper knows this; being different is simply an added bonus. To him, nothing can compare to the warm vibes he gets from the color. Ever since he was a viscling, Cas has always been fond of colors. Who wouldn't, if they lived in a place like he did? Casper grew up in the countryside, surrounded by nothing but rolling hills and small swathes of forest. Out there, the colors were all vibrant and very welcoming. You had the endless blue sky scattered with white patches of cloud; the coarse, light-colored dirt; patches of dark, scraggly grass poking about; the fade from brown to a dark green as the ground met the forest trees; and of course Casper himself, scampering about and exploring. However, even among all these delightful colors, the thing that absolutely took his breath away every time was the sunsets. It always stunned him how the beautiful blue sky could fade so quickly to an almost ominous pink to the most awe-inspiring orange he had ever seen. Even to this day he can't help but watch the sunset, even if it's not as pretty in the city as it is out in the countryside. Casper still remembers the first time he watched what he considers a real sunset. His family moved out into the country when he was rather young, and Cas had no say in the matter. This left the viscling feeling angry, and the day that they arrived at his new home, Casper vowed to run away back to what he decided was his real home. The viscling set off, and it was soon apparent that he was totally lost. The sky was beginning to ever-so-slightly fade, and he began to grow scared. What would happen when it turned totally dark? Casper cowered behind a rock, feeling panic overtake him as the world around him began to darken. A few tears had escaped his eyes when he heard a noise, sounding like someone yelling. The viscling sniffed, hearing the call once more, this time closer, and easier to hear. It...sounded like someone calling his name. Casper sniffed again, more quietly this time, and straightened up. There it was, a third time, and it sounded distinctly like his father. As he stood, Cas heard his mother call out his name. The viscling stumbled forward towards the sound, tripping over small rocks and patches of grass until he caught a glimpse of both his parents. They raced over, snatching him up. Casper doesn't remember much else after that besides an intense feeling of love and safety, and that the darkened landscape was lit up by the warm glow of an orange sky.
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Favorite Drink and why - Casper's favorite drink would have to be fresh water from a mountain stream or waterfall. Growing up, Cas always explored as far as he could in the areas around his home, and one of his favorite places to be was at a higher elevation. He spent days up there, wandering around the trees and making forts scattered about. Cas usually packed a lunch, but often he would forget to bring something to drink, and the first few times he simply let it be. However, on a warm summer day, he overexerted himself, and had a bit of a scare in which he almost became too dehydrated. After that, he brought a water bottle or two with him wherever he went. Eventually, there came a time in which he forgot to bring water once again and, afraid he would get too dehydrated again, Cas began to head back. As he was splashing his way through a stream, he suddenly realized, wait, I'm going back for water, while standing in water. He was skeptical for only a few moments before plunging his head right in, taking a nice, long gulp of water. It was undeniably the clearest, most greatest water he had ever tasted, and after a moment to let it process, he took another swing, and another. After his thirst was sated, Casper merrily continued on his way, skipping throughout the trees and pausing every now and then to take another drink. The next day, Casper returned with two empty water bottles that he filled with stream water; one to use during the day, and the other to take home. His days often consisted of this, and as long as he didn't get sick, his parents never seemed to mind. And indeed the viscling never returned home sick, although whether it was due to a strong immune system or clean water he never knew. Nowadays, living in the city, Casper can't go out and find some mountain stream water to drink from, but he does enjoy drinking mineral water as a second resort.
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Least Favorite Word and why - Casper isn't the most eloquent of viscets out there, although he does enjoy words from time to time. There are plenty of words he enjoys, but one word he cannot stand is, surprisingly, eleven. This may seem like an odd word to dislike, but Cas has his reasons, although they are not the most convincing. As a viscling, Casper learned his numbers just the same as everyone else, but something always struck him as odd. Twenty two, thirty three, fourty four, fifty five, and so on all sounded similar, and based off of two, three, four, and five. However, the number eleven completely ignored and defied this seemingly unspoken rule, and it always made him a bit upset to hear the word. When he moved to the countryside and away from most other visclings his age, he decided that he would start calling eleven by its 'proper name' from now on, onety one. His parents thought is was cute, so they went along with it, making sure to always say onety one around him unless they wanted to face a lecture from an upset Cas. As he grew older, they realized it wasn't just a silly phase, and try as they might, they could never get Casper to let go of the habit. It was never a problem for Casper when it was just him and his parents out in the country, since there was never anybody to tell him that onety one was a stupid idea. The viscet became more attached to his way of saying the number until eventually, when he moved back to the city, it was only natural instinct to say onety one rather than eleven. He was at first faced with belittlement for his odd word choice, but he was insistent, and would not take no for an answer. Now, the number doesn't come up much, and all of his friends are used to it, but hearing the word eleven will generally still make Cas' fur bristle, and a sharp frown to come upon his face, which is an odd sight indeed. Casper will defend his 'right' way of saying eleven 'till the day he dies, and he gets uncharacteristically upset when people make fun of his word, even if it's only meant as a silly joke. Casper takes things too seriously for his own good and never takes a step back to possibly see why he's being made fun of, or tries to explain that he prefer onety one over eleven.
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5 Word Personality - flirty, daring, insecure, melodramtic, clever
Theme of life- "What's wrong? You look a little gloomy. I think you need some vitamin me."
