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RESERVE WITH PUMPKIN PATCH FARMER, LOVES TO SCARE PEOPLE ON HIS HALLOWEEN BASH, MOSTLY ANYTHING TO DO WITH PUMPKINS, FARMING, CORN FEILDS!!!!

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Name;; Ifrit
Gender;; Male
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Ifrit is cautious and strong willed. He's accountable and will admit his own faults and mistakes. He dislikes those who try to make themselves superior to him or take advantage of him. He's a bit of a trouble maker but doesn't "go too far" and explains that his version of troublemaking is like chaos within order. He makes others think that he wants to be alone but he secretly wants to be around others and have fun. He will make himself look like the villain to help others out of a pinch or situation so deep down among all those icy layers he has a warm and caring heart. At times he can be a bit destructive but in turn he creates or restores things. Like if he were to burn down infected land to rid of the toxin he will replant new plants in order for that land to start anew.
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He stood at the edge of a cliff and looked out at the scenery of the land below. His gaze held unmistakeable sadness and anger. Greed had consumed his fellow viscet villagers and led them to opening a sealed pot and released a blight upon the land. He was angry at their foolishness and that they allowed their greed to blind them. Yet he was sad because greed had snatched them up and everything he cared about was taken away. The blight had taken everyone away and began to eat away at the once beautiful and prosperous land. He reminisced the way the land used to be and the good times he shared with the villagers there. The sun was beginning to set and he knew what he must do. It was his duty to keep disasters from spreading through the land. He spoke a word and an orange orb appeared in his paw. He took one last look at his former home then dropped the orb watching as it caught the light of the setting sun and burst into flames. With a rustle it fell into a bush and fire immediately roared out and spread throughout the blighted land. Ifrit's ears drooped and laid back as he forced himself to watch his home perish in the flames but somewhat smiled at the floating ashes. He knew that the fire would die out after the blight was purged but the dancing of ashes and flames felt serene to him. When the sun rose there was only blackened and scorched earth. Ifrit picked up a large bag and went down to the scorched scenery and began to dig. He planted seeds from his bag and sprinkled magic dust that caused little sprouts and saplings to begin springing up. Wearily he looked around at his hard work and nodded, with the destruction of chaos, new life has sprung from the ashes and the land could start anew. He packed up his things in time to look up at the sky to see clouds rolling in and he left before the rain could fall. As he walked away he could feel angry eyes burning into his back for the fire he had caused. He shrugged it off since he knew it was better this way. This was the cycle of chaos within order within the world in which he lived.
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Friends:

Raphael -
Ifrit is aware that Raphael is evil but something about him makes Ifrit feel like they'll be good friends. This feeling holds true to their friendship. Raphael doesn't judge Ifrit for his "abnormal" morals but has expressed his interest in them and how they work. The two usually just hang around a spot they agree to meet at and sometimes they'll toss something back and forth at each other or even share some food. It may seem shallow but the two try not to talk about their own personal problems all the time and instead try to have fun or relax. There was a time when the two encountered each other in a battle but neither could bring themselves to defeat the other so they silently pretended the other wasn't there and split up. When tensions had settled the two talked things out and things were well and they went to a diner and laughed over a meal of burgers and fries.

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Riskain -
Ifrit is aware that Riskain is the elder brother of Raphael and he was encouraged to hang out with him. However Riskain disapproved of his morals and choices and Ifrit himself found Riskain's morals to be suffocating. He felt as if all the talk of good and justice was being shoved down his throat whenever the two were put together.

Luka Zess -
The dragon king was tolerant of Ifrit at first and had tried to guide him towards the "right path" when he was younger but after the first few fires of Ifrit's "restarting the land" Luka had become disappointed and rather annoyed since he had to rush over with rain clouds and water to put out the fires or rain over the scorched earth to bring water to anything that still lived and rain out their sorrows. Luka had demanded Ifrit's reasons and wanted to know if he felt sorry about it at all. Ifrit didn't answer and left to continue roaming about.

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Creative, sharp-minded and easily excitable, the world of Viscets has never met a more cheerful Viscet than
Tsubasa. He is fascinated by all types of flying creatures, including the few Viscets that have wings and are
able to fly. This particular fascination stemmed from Tsubasa's previous life that he lived as a sharp-shinned
hawk, a small raptor but still deadly nonetheless. Not much is salvaged from his old memories, but Tsubasa
believes that once he's able to experience the thrill of flying again, the memories and experiences would
come back.
Known for taking feathers from pillows and glueing them to a frame that resembles wings, there is only so
much Tsubasa can do with those items. It is not just about flight, in Tsubasa's case, but rather to get the
wings to move in a way that's similar to a bird and still be able to fly. Whenever he's unable to get a certain
part for his artificial wings, Tsubasa would go through several junkyards to attempt to salvage the items he
needs. Often times, this method is good for obtaining the items he needs. He isn't afraid of staining his
paws when it comes to fulfilling his dream.
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Tsubasa clenched his paws together and exhaled harshly as his eyes glanced over the darkly coloured brown feathers that he had salvaged
from a dead sharp-shinned hawk. He wasn't sure why anyone would want to purposely hurt a magnificent creature like a hawk, but one
could never be sure of another's actions. Although Tsubasa wasn't able to remember much from his past as a hawk, he could remember the
thrill that one would be able to experience through the air.
"The feeling of the wind as it rustled my feathers, the gleam of fear in my prey's eyes... I remember it all. Why can't I remember my
family, my friends, or anything else other than my primal instincts as a predator? Everything is so unfair. My past had just been torn
from me, and I have no way of retrieving it." Closing his eyes, Tsubasa ran a paw against the smooth feathers, straightening the parts
that had been roughed up from the struggle the hawk had put up. "In the end, the kindest thing would be to put the hawk out of its
misery..."
Reaching for the bottle of glue that he had next to him, Tsubasa picked up a feather delicately, admiring the intricate patterns and how
the light and dark browns of the feather mingled together. It was quite the large feather, and Tsubasa set it aside. "No, I can't take the
primary feathers just yet. First down, and then secondary feathers... I think. Gosh, I don't remember how a bird's wing would look
when spread out. I can't believe that I've forgotten the attributes of the body part that I admired most when I was a hawk myself.
I am such a failure."
Rubbing slightly at the primary feather in distraction, Tsubasa turned his head to face the nearest door. Lifting his paw from the feather,
he ran it along the feather markings on his pelt. Inhaling slightly and shaking his head, the black, white, and gold Viscet stood up from
the ground. "No, this won't do. I'm unable to continue constructing my wings in this state."
Still holding onto the large primary feather of the dead sharp-shinned hawk, Tsubasa closed his eyes as his tail twitched slightly. Without
a word, he headed towards the door. Switching off the lights, Tsubasa closed the door gently behind him.
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"What happened in that room will remain in that room."
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the road obscured by mist up ahead

Squinting, Tsubasa stood in the middle of the road, unmoving.
The mist was getting stronger, and it was nearly impossible to
see straight. There was a figure at the fork of the road, but
the mist had hid their figure.
Who was it? Was it a threat? Should he be worried? Endless qu
estions ran through Tsubasa's mind, but he had no answers for
any of them.
As he took a step forward, he could see that, once the mist ha
d lifted slightly, it was the etheric phantom. Taking a deep bre
ath, Tsubasa tilted his head and nodded slightly towards the fi
gure. The ghost smirked, anticipating Tsubasa's greeting.
"We meet once again, so it seems."
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keeping seasons in a jar

He enjoyed collecting feathers, that fact itself was quite obvio
us. He picked up the sleek brown feathers of a robin that were
speckled with lighter splotches of tan for spring. Plumes of a fi
ery red was salvaged from a cardinal during the heat of summ
er. A simple black and white feather from the wings of a wood
pecker was found hidden amongst the multicoloured leaves in
autumn. Large, snow coloured feathers with splashes of black
were lodged in trees, as snowy owls hooted through the nights
of winter.
Those were the seasons that he kept locked up in a cupboard,
with feathers of all different kinds placed in small jam jars.
"Yet somehow, they all disappeared... I wonder why."
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every day is a new life

"If you were to restart your life, would you do it?"
"Why would I? Aren't we given a new chance every single day?"
"Well... Now that you put it that way, I suppose that's true."
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Staring stonily at the darkly coloured Viscet in front of him, he
struggled to find the words. "Why, Willow? I thought I could
trust you."
Exhaling, the horned Viscet ran a paw through her fur and gritt
ed her teeth in frustration. "I'm sorry. I hope that things will
return to normal tomorrow. After all, every day is another
chance." Giving Tsubasa a heartbroken smile, Willow turned
around and walked away.
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the hours that pass like seconds would turn into years that
last for infinity

Tsubasa wasn't sure of how to think. He was becoming unsettle
d again, and watching the other birds fly in the air was making
him restless. He longed to fly again, longed to feel the wind to
ustle his feathers... Yet he knew that this was just yet another
hopeless dream of his that would never come true.
As he watched the coloured leaves fall from the skies, the shor
t hours that he spent by the windowsill would merely turn into
an infinity of longing. There was nothing Tsubasa could do, exc
ept to simply accept his fate of never being able to fly once m
ore.
The years would drag on, and yet nothing would change.
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birds of a feather flock together

Casting desperate, fervent glances towards the butterfly patte
rned Viscet, Tsubasa's wide green eyes were filled with fear an
d horror. "You can't be possibly thinking of doing that! It's p
ractically a death wish!"
Nabi closed her heterochromania eyes, and exhaled softly bef
ore placing a reassuring paw on Tsubasa's back. "Don't worry
about me, Tsubasa, I'll be fine. He's a good Viscet, he won't
do anything to me, trust me."
Lip trembling, the feather patterned Viscet turned away, bare
ly able to look straight in Nabi's eyes. "Then... I wish you the
best of luck.
"We'll always be family, no matter what. I promise..."
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his voice rivaled that of a songbird, but his heart is of a
snake

Tsubasa knew better than to be swayed by the ghost's words. A
fter all, Yin was nothing more than an insecure liar. A liar who l
ied to simply protect, or so the etheric revenant claimed.
His lies spoke of honeyed words, dripping rich caramel with ju
st the right amount of sweetness and innocence. It was so tem
pting to lose all sense and listen to the ghost, but Tsubasa kne
w better. What Yin had promised the feather patterned Viscet
was something that could never be obtained again.
If Tsubasa had never met the etheric revenant before, he wou
ld've fallen for his sweetened, false charms and words of prom
ises. Promises of wings, to be apt of flight again.
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the past; flying at speeds of 200km per hour

Tsubasa had always remembered being a fast flyer as a hawk,
and being a good one at that. In the past, he recalled simple,
vague memories such as where he had flown, and how, but he
never remembered exactly how fast.
As he delved into his mind, the bitingly cold air nipped at his
face, and as he lowered his head slightly, the pace that the la
ndscape moved at was dizzying-ly fast. With the tilt of his he
ad, Tsubasa's body followed soon after, and he started to dive
at a sharp 135 degree angle. Letting out a loud whoop of exhi
laration, he wished that the moment never stopped.
As it was, the moment had paused as soon as it started. Lowe
ring his head, Tsubasa let out a small sigh as he placed a paw
on his heart. It was still beating 100 miles an hour, as if he ha
d just went for a flight.
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the present; figuring out ones emotions and recovering forg
otten memories

It was practically a given that he would be confused, much le
ss upset. Nonetheless, there was nothing he could do than r
ack his brain for the memories that had been buried too deep
ly to uncover.
Cursing at himself, Tsubasa could feel the beginning of tears
start to make their way to his eyes. Willing himself to not cry,
he rubbed furiously at the corners of his eyes and glared at t
he table, as if it was the one who had wronged him. Tsubasa
wanted nothing more than to punch something, but what was
there to punch?
If his life restarted, Tsubasa told himself that he would want
to be a sharp-shinned hawk again. There was nothing better
in the world than to be able to fly and own the skies.
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the future; sealed away was a heart made of ceramics that could shatter easily like glass

No matter how charismatic or upbeat one is, they can never always be happy. Tsubasa unfortunately learned this the hard way, but what
could've he done instead? He loves the bird, he loves the skies. However, seeing those birds fly so freely would always manage to send a
pang of regret and jealousy. It is simply too easy for his heart to shatter and break like a ceramic pot that had slammed onto the ground.
Who was there to blame instead of himself? He was the one who died, he was the one who was resurrected, he was the one who had
lost his precious and prized wings. If this is what heartbreak felt like, Tsubasa hated every single moment of it.
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Username : Eve & Kait

Name : Maxicillus - [Max-I-sill-us]
Although he prefers to go by "Max"

Gender : Male

Style : Bach, rock music, violas, with a bit of black leather jackets and fashion!

Theme Song : Gold (make sure to listen to the lyrics!)

Story in 400 words :
Max was getting dropped off by his father on the first day of high school and
was heading towards the school's front gate. Opening the door and setting
his left foot forward he was now inside the high school campus. Max felt a
chill run up his spine as he realized that he's growing up.
No more easy middle school assignments, now it's a ten page report on Bach's life.
He thought to himself and continued to walk forward into the school's quad.
Max looked around, almost everybody was heading to their first period class
and decided to go with the flow decided and walked to his first period class.

As his first few classes went by it was now time for lunch. Max had gone up
to the lunch line and purchased a slice of cheese pizza. Not knowing anybody
at this school he decided to sit down on a bench next to a large oak tree.
Grabbing his napkin he opened it up and laid it down on his lap then putting
his plate on top of the napkin. His mouth began to water as if he had not
eaten in days. Without wasting the moment Max then grabbed the slice of pizza
and took a large bite out of it leaving half of the slice left. Max enjoyed that moment,
the first day of freshman year going surprisingly well for him. Although at the corner
of his eye he saw another Viscet sitting down a couple of benches across from him,
all by himself. The other Viscet looked around Max's age, maybe a year older.
Not having anybody else to talk to Max decided to feel confident and walked up to
the other Viscet, introducing himself. Turns out, the other
Viscet was new to the school as well and had nobody to talk to. His name was Arnost.
While maxed talked to Arnost for a while he learned that they had a lot in common.
They both enjoyed rock music, bands, and graffiti art! For the rest of lunch Max sat with
Arnost and kept talking to him.
Later in the year the two made more friends; a group of six already including
both of them. The group then later decided to form somewhat of a rock band,
although that didn't turn out too well. Other than that the group of six still like
hanging out together, even if it means having some differences.
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The somewhat formation of his High school band :
A couple of years into high school his friend Arnost brought up the idea of the
six of them becoming a professional rock band because he thought that he was a
professional drum player. Max didn't like the idea, but he thought that is was worth
giving it a shot. So the six of them agreed to join and they all went on the road.
That only lasted for a year though. The group never really attracted that much
attention because nobody was really into rock music at the time, but they got invited
to play at birthday parties and such. Sometime they had to beg for people to invite
them to play at a local event such as a football game. Although towards the end
the group realized that they all had different dreams that they wanted to follow
and so they all parted ways.
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His living space :
Max currently lives in a small one bedroom apartment by himself in Norway.
He attends a local community college studying to be a fashion designer.
His small apartment consists of a bathroom with a shower, a small bedroom,
kitchen, and a living room. When Max has finished school he wants to travel
all around Europe to study fashion and to live in a travel home. A travel home
by his definition is a small home consisting of one thousand or less square feet
and that would be his dream house. He won't have to keep worrying about his
house if he has it with him wherever he goes all the time. Although at the moment
he's a sophomore in college and still has more school time in front of him. Once he is
stable with his schooling and his money then he could travel around Europe to continue
his dream.
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Being a musician :
Max has always been interested in playing an instrument when he was young; probably
around third grade when he was eight years old. Not just any instrument, a string
instrument; like the ones that they play in an orchestra. Max was never really
interested in being a wind player, or even playing percussion. So one day he
asked his parents if he could play the Viola (because that was the instrument
that he wanted to play), and they said yes! Soon enough they hired a private
tutor to teach him the basics of playing the viola. Max had struggled at first,
but he got the hang of it sooner or later. When he got into middle school he
joined the school orchestra, and when it was time for seating testing
he got first chair! Middle school years went by being amazing for Max;
almost always getting first chair and sometimes being second chair but
that didn't stop him. High school came along and he decided to join
the orchestra group as well. He was pretty successful and decided
to try out for chamber. Although he didn't make it freshman year,
he tried it the next year and made it! Later in his high school
life his group of friends decided to form a rock band with
the six of them. Max not being able to play a formal
rock band instument decided to play the viola instead. Not
just any viola though, the electric viola. It was a red
electric viola that his parents have gifted him when he was in
middle school. The electric instrument gave more of a
saxophone sound so it sounded like an electric guitar when
played a certain way. So that's what Max played when
he decided to join his semi rock band.
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His status right now :
Max currently lives in a small one bedroom apartment by himself in Norway.
He attends a local community college studying to be a fashion designer. He has no
love interest at the moment, although that might change later in the future. Although
being a musician doesn't stop him from doing his studies! Max occasionally goes and plays
music on the street with his viola hoping to earn a couple pounds (the currency!). He is
sometimes successful and sometimes not. Although most locals recognize him and often
give him a bit more than everybody else does. With all the money that Max earns it
goes straight into his savings account hoping to save enough to buy his small
eight hundred square foot travel home so that he could travel around Europe studying
fashion and hoping to one day become a fashion designer.
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His personality in 200 words :
Max is more of a "go with the flow" type of Viscet; he doesn't like to stand out and that's
one of his greatest fears. He's afraid that other Viscets will judge him and will not want
to talk with him because "he's out of line". Other than that Max enjoys listening to rock
music and going to rock concerts with his friend Arnost. He's more of a party type Viscet and enjoys
going to local parties in his community college. A big issue with Max is keeping clean; he
doesn't like being unorganized and filthy. Max tries to do his laundry every once in a while,
but as long as he can get it done, then he got it done. He isn't all that stubborn and is a
really nice guy once you get to know him. Sure he can be a jokester and probably offend
you once in a while (not severely though!), but you'll get used to him. He doesn't like
being rude and hurting anybody (physically, emotionally, or emotionally); but if he does offend
you in any way, he doesn't mean it on purpose.
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Fun facts :
♮ Max has been playing the viola ever since he was in third grade.
♮ His favorite note to play is D♯ (it just makes the weirdest sound!)
♮Max currently has three violas : a standard rose red glossy one, a red electric viola, and a
custom made viola with a sunset design on the front side with the bridge pointing up towards
the sky. The design is the same on the back.
♮ Currently lives alone in a small one bedroom apartment in Norway and attends a local
community college.
♮ He can speak Norwegian, United Kingdom English, and German.
♮ Is twenty human years old.
♮ He does street music performances with his viola and plays commonly heard songs.
♮ Max is pretty lazy the majority of the time, although he likes to keep clean and
does his laundry on a regular basis.
♮ One of his best friends is Arnost.
♮ Used to be in a rock band with his high school friends!
♮ Max is bisexual, although he leans more towards males.
He has never felt a strong connection with women ever since he was in elementary school.
♮ Hates seafood.

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Username: Wolffy Paws
Name: Fuego
Gender: Male

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Personality:
Fuego is very quiet. He isn't timid, though, he just prefers to be alone. Nobody knows what he does when he is unaccompanied and most think of him as mysterious, but he likes that. However, he dislikes when this leads others to believe that he is unfaithful. Fuego is one of the most trustworthy and loyal viscets to walk Earth, and has habits of being far too honest sometimes. Not realizing he is doing it, he offends people with his sincere words often. Clearly, irritation is not what is meant by his candor, but it does aggravate plenty. Adventurous is another word that describes this viscet well. When he runs out of ideas for his books, this fellow will, very willingly, set out and search for an inspiration. Some of his best books, such as The Sparrow's Secrets and Tomorrow Shan't Come, were based on things he'd done on his adventures. The Sparrow's Secrets was inspired simply by a small bird acting suspiciously. Tomorrow Shan't Come came from the time Fuego went out on the day of a solar eclipse and started to wonder what would happen if the moon and sun stayed lined up forever.
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Story (First interest in books):
A twelve year-old Fuego sat at the desk in the back of the class, twiddling with his pencil. English lessons were always dull. Flying over the student's head were the teacher's words. The young viscet could not wait until he was old enough to leave school. Then he would be able to do whatever he wanted without having to stick to any of those 'stupid school rules' and he wouldn't have to take lessons anymore. Fuego sighed. He had many more years to wait until his 'freedom'. A loud "Thud!" brought the student back to Earth. As he looked down, he saw a large book with 'A Hidden Horse' written in large letters. He groaned. Did he have to read a book about horses? The viscet rolled his green and black eyes and opened it to the first chapter. The first paragraph read:

Long ago, the farm was full of life. Sheep would happily graze, whilst proudly watching their strong little lambs leap around the fields. Cows would slowly chomp on grass in the shade of trees. It was a happy place. However, this changed one day. Most of the animals had mysteriously vanished while the others became terribly ill. The farmer had disappeared with the majority of the creatures. Soon the sick creatures passed on, for they had no treatment. The skeletons of the poor animals could be seen in the fields of long dead grass, surrounded by rotten fences. It was thought of as haunted. The few that have ventured there have claimed to have seen or heard things, such as seeing moving skeletons and hearing distant whinnies of horses.

This hooked Fuego. "Wow!" he thought, "This is far better than any other book I've ever read! I can't wait to finish this!" Happily, he continued reading. The student finished the first and second chapters. He only looked up when he felt a tap upon his shoulder. It was the teacher. "So, enjoying the book are you?" she asked, "You've read much farther than I told you too." "Sorry, miss!" he nervously replied. A smile spread across the face of the teacher as she said "I'll let you off. It's great to see you reading enthusiastically! Why not try and read more books by that author?" "Yes, miss!" answered Fuego. Looking down, the youthful viscet took not of the author's name. He couldn't wait to read his books.

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Likes:
• Reading
• Writing
• Alone time
• Mysterious objects
• Crows
• Secrets

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Dislikes:
• Woodwork
• Mess
• Parties
• Lemons
• Cats
• Litter

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History:

Childhood
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There was nothing really special about Fuego when he was a child. Though not particularly interested in it, he was brilliant at mathematics. He had been taught to always be honest and was never told about white lies, so he never used white lies. Around the age of seven he discovered his interest in mysterious objects.
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It was warm autumn/fall day and a nine year-old Fuego skipped over the fire orange and amber leaves scattered across the floor of the woods. They crunched quietly under his paws as he trod on them. The viscet loved walking in the woods. There were so many different plants and wildlife and even when it was winter it seemed as alive as ever.

A couple of squirrels where watching the young viscet from on a branch. Their grasp on the stone they were holding tightened. They didn't want to let it go for they felt that it was special. Unfortunately for them, Fuego had turned around and spotted them. Being the curious child he was, he decided to inspect the squirrels closer and ran towards the tree. Nimbly, the pair of squirrels leaped off of the branch and softly landed in a pile of leaves. However, the stone had not landed softly, nor had it even landed. As soon as the squirrels had hit the floor the stone was sent flying into the air. It hit the branch just above the one were Fuego was now sitting and broken parts fell onto his head. Several of the broken parts looked oddly shiny. The child thought they were probably jewels. Two of them were shaped as wings. He decided to keep them for his collection of odd objects.
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Teenage Years:
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As he grew older Fuego became more solitary. He went out more often and nearly always was unaccompanied, meaning he was able to have more adventures. As shown in the main story, the viscet discovered his love for horror and mystery books when he was twelve.
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A thirteen year-old viscet lay upon his bed, hooked on a book called 'A Raven and His Misdeeds' when he was interrupted by a buzzing sound. He slotted his bookmark in between the pages he was reading and looked at his phone. He had set a timer for half an hour for he needed to get some fresh air every now and then. Fuego tapped his phone and the alarm stopped immediately. He stood up and jumped down the stairs, missing three steps. He opened the door and stepped out.

The viscet had walked into a park with a fountain in the middle of it. He leaned against the side of it and looked into the clear water. Many pennies had been thrown in. Fuego stepped back, for he was going to throw the penny he had brought. As he threw it, a crow shot past. Realizing he had hit the innocent bird, the viscet gasped and ran over to it to check it was okay. Upon inspection, it appeared fine, which it was, though just a little hurt. The coin lay by the bird, it's bronze surface shimmering. If metal could look mischievous, then this bronze circle had a look of pure evil. As if to say he was unharmed and happy, the crow pecked Fuego playfully, before taking to the skies. A few black feathers drifted down and this gave Fuego a fun idea. Before doing his idea, he threw the coin into the fountain. After that, he picked up one feather and cleaned it in the water. Then he wrote 'If you feel like you did wrong, the crow will show you you are strong' using the water and the end of the feather. He grinned to himself before rushing home with the crow's feather still in his paws, hoping the message would confuse or encourage people before the water dried up.
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Adulthood:
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Now Fuego is an adult he is almost completely solitary. He sits in a small room writing most of the time. He has published most of the stories he has written.
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Twenty two year-old Fuego walked up to a store. He went inside to buy his regular things, food, books and soap but something caught his eye. Since it was almost Halloween, there were costumes and shelves full of treats and decorations. One decoration was the skull of a bird. The viscet was oddly interested in it. It seemed like something important in a story he would read someday. He grabbed the closest one to him and checked the price. It was affordable. Then he tapped it. The plastic appeared to be sturdy. He gathered everything he required before paying for what he had.

When he arrived home he rushed upstairs to his office, where his laptop was. The room had a nice orange and black color scheme to match the viscet's fur. He sat on his leather swivel chair, switched his computer on and placed the plastic skull next to it. The viscet wouldn't wait to read a story with a bird's skull in it, he would make his own book.
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Current Day:
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Fuego is now twenty six and his books have sold well. He lives a happy life on his own.

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[9-9-999]

A ton of stuff has come up so I am going to extend this to the 19th

[9-9-999]

This competiton is now closed
Please be patient and give me time to judge. I am working through a lot right now and will try to judge it asap, however if I feel as though it is taking too long I will contact an artist and ask them for help or to take over.
You may post a single good luck but please do not post it two days after or even tomorrow as that feels as though you are bumping - even if you just saw it - and does make me feel as though there is a bit of impatience and like I am being rushed.
Thank you, I will announce the winner as soon as I find them.