[Mint Chip]

Winner
user; memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=661452
name; Vallory
gender; female
(post)
owned as of: 10.20.17

Honorable Mentions
x1 stubs to flamed_writer

x2 stubs to mareep & corrosive_limes

and another attempt at a pastel goth-ish design. I had fun making the items, small but they have a big impact I feel.

Another simpleish comp;

[Form]

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username;
name;
gender;
personality trait(s); (2 - 5)
one regret they have; (minimum of 200 words ; max of 600 words)

-minimum personality traits required is 2 ; maximum of 5
-one regret is required - minimum of 200 words ; maximum of 600 words
-1 extra allowed;; can either be 1 piece of art (no big animations, comics or multiple pictures on one image) or 300 words.
-prettying up is allowed
-Good luck!!

End date: September 24th, 2017 @ 8pm CST

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[fromage]

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|| username; Mareep || name; Beatrix || gender; Female ||
|| personality trait(s); Canny, Resolute, Reliable, and Pessimistic ||
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|| one regret they have; ||
Beatrix, without a doubt, regretted her childhood years. She was awful, ruled the playground, sought out ways to take down anyone without a remorse. To this day, she still could remember few victims clearly. One of them being Rudy, a weak one, always hiding his eyes. He had approached a swing set, all of the seats occupied by her and her friends, and politely asked if he could have a go. Beatrix remembered shoving his bangs back, and a pair of gold eyes stared back at her fearfully. She cackled right in his face, called him a freak. Rudy had a such monochrome color, and BAM, his eyes were gold. It was too weird. She watched the boy brush his bangs down and curl into himself. She laughed about it to her friends before telling him to find a ditch to play in.

The reputation stuck for a while, a lot of her friends would constantly try to get his bangs away from his eyes, threatening him with scissors, blowing right in his eyes, brushing it away, and list goes on. They'd often call him a freak whenever he did his usual response, protect his bangs, and lower his head while Beatrix did her cackle.

Then one day, he was just gone. He haven't graduated from school yet, but he remained absent for weeks until the students stopped bothering to wonder about him. That have never happened before, normally her victims would eventually come to terms with their flaws, and Beatrix would get bored of them. They never just go and disappear on her without a word.

Soon enough it started to come back at her. The rumors of 'did you think Beatrix pushed him off the edge?' kept going around like a string phone, and it haunted her. She wanted to have fun, but she soon realized that the 'fun' was not fun for anyone who she bullied. She started to ask herself, "how would I feel if someone poked at my flaws?" She had attempted to talk to her friends about it, but she had deemed them fake friends, as they never understood. They wanted to forget about Rudy, and find someone new. Beatrix wasn't letting her colossal mistake slide, so she turned over her crown, and started to try to change other viscet's outlook on her. She wanted to make amends by helping them out with anything they had problems with. It was slow, but gradually they started to try to trust her.

But Beatrix never felt any better about it, still. She wanted to know where Rudy went most of all, fortunately for her, a viscet had informed her of a brother. Once she gathered up things to ask, to say, she went to where he lived. She knew this house very well, having once gone there on Rudy's birthday only to pelt him in rotten eggs.

After introducing herself to Xylier, she was informed that Rudy met someone named Bronte, who decided to let him live with her. He doesn't know where, but he's sure that it was on other side of the city. Beatrix felt content with finally knowing that Rudy was somewhere safe.
(530/600)
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[Snuggle_Bean]

Dropping out

[S-S-Sweets]

username; S-S-Sweets
name; Lycidas
gender; Male
personality trait(s); (2 - 5)

- Mischevious and cunning, likes to pull pranks - only to those he knows very well.
- Enjoys most time to himself. Introverted.
- Quite mysterious most of the time. He's somewhat stalker-ish;
he'll know a lot about you before you even learn his name.
- Becomes very shy and awkward if someone gives him a compliment.
There's a huge marshmallow heart behind those relatively threatening looks.
- Extremely anxious. Uses more of a 'flight' response.
Due to this, he has been viewed as less capable amongst packs.

one regret they have; (minimum of 200 words ; max of 600 words)
Honestly - where can he begin. All his past mistakes come to mind instantaneously, swelling his thoughts and tampering with his memories. His outer shield, like an eggshell, seems to crack as he dwells longer on the statement. Should he express one of his largest regrets? Or a small, insignificant one? He can’t seem to decide.

Finally, he sets himself upon one of his greatest regrets in life, and explains it as comprehensively as he physically can. Obviously, since Viscets cannot speak any human language, he ‘speaks’ as if expressing his regrets to another member of the pack.

“… Worrying too much.” He began, his throat almost immediately tightening as he admits it.

“Throughout the entirety of my life, or what’s left of it, I regret caring so much. Caring to the point where it would scar myself both physically and emotionally. It’s always the same question: What do they think of me? How can I make myself better for them?

No.

I’ve come to realise that – I can’t be perfect for everyone. I wasn’t made to be used by those who use me daily. I should be able to control my own life and how I live it.

Yet, why is it so difficult to do just that?

I understand - when we walk the path towards passing, laying on our death beds and given our final judgement, all of that doesn’t matter. What somebody thought of you ten years ago won’t make any difference on that day.

I always find myself thinking that, without somebody else’s happiness, I am nothing. I'm a floating meteor within space. No purpose. No understanding of what life is. Yet, when the moment arrives, I fall into orbit. I get drawn into this gravitational pull which controls my entire being. That gravitational pull, or the planet perhaps, is all those I had trusted over the years. Without finding the confidence in myself, I failed them. Every last one of them. I tried to be somebody they wanted me to be, not willing to show them who I really was. This is what I truly regret.

I try to be strong for those who are weak, without realising that I am weaker than them. I try to be the voice to those who cannot speak, yet my voice becomes lost amongst the void. I put so much effort into other people without realising that I’m not capable of it. Without courage, without truly knowing myself, I push myself further out of orbit. I become lost, again. Alone.

Maybe that’s how it’s meant to be.”

(432/600)

**Edit** I've never entered one of these before aaaaAAAA so I hope this is okay!! Good luck to everyone entering! <3

[-Shaded-]

Username; -Shaded-
name; Raffiel aka. Raffie or Raff
gender; female --- they/them
personality trait(s); (2 - 5)
Sly, Forgetful, Impulsive, Harsh
one regret they have; (minimum of 200 words ; max of 600 words)

The one regret that she had- the one thing that had set Raffiel apart from the others started when she was younger. Raffi wasn't the type of kid that would go out and talk to others; she'd much rather sit underneath a tree and think long and hard about the past, present, and future. Not knowing that Raff was doing this, kept doing it and now she has no close relationships- only loose acquaintances. While Raff tried to talk to others to make friends, she was unsuccessful and continued to sit alone under that same tree.

[magpiemochi.]

Mint, this child is absolutely breathtaking ;o;

[wildwolfspiret]

username;
name;
gender;
personality trait(s); (2 - 5)
one regret they have; (minimum of 200 words ; max of 600 words)

[Lioashu]

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username; humerussin
name; Vallory
gender; Female
personality trait(s); Vengeful, Roguish, Unorthodox, Defensive, Dominant
one regret they have;
( 597 / 600 w )

Vallory wasn’t always the type of viscet to feel regretful of what she’s done. Before, she didn’t really even have reason to; she was morally just and optimistic. Even if she wasn’t extroverted, she always did what she could to be helpful to the viscets and visclings around her. She had a good reputation for a good couple years, until she met Jake.

The two viscets shared a strong bond seemingly right away—they both loved to help those around them, and more importantly, they were supportive of each other. Things were positive, and only seemed to look up from there. After a year of being together, Vallory had Oreo. At that point, Jake started gradually appearing less and less at their home, leaving often to handle “important matters” (or so he said). At first, Vallory just shrugged it off. He was a busy viscet after all, what with his odd new job; but as the days went on, something began to not feel right about the whole situation. She’s tried bringing it up over dinner, but Jake would always behaved dismissively about it altogether. By then she knew something definitely wasn’t right.

At that same point in time, Jake came home the next night in a panic, ushering his small family out of their home. He never gave a direct answer, only dodging the questions and confused looks from Val and Oreo. When they reached their new “safe” home, Val had reached her boiling point.

Jake returned home in a rush, nearly throwing open the door as he entered. He was frantically calling for Vallory, but this time, she didn’t answer. She was becoming furious with his actions and how he was keeping secrets from his own family. When he finally approached her and admitted what he was keeping from them, Val boiled over. “I can’t believe you,” she snapped, infuriated to find out that Jake was endangering his family. He made them move when viscets were coming after him, but felt it wasn’t necessary to get them involved in his matters. Behind Val’s back he had a secret job of committing thievery and crimes, creating a bounty on his head as well as anyone closely involved with him. Had he told her, she would’ve stopped him altogether, so he hid it for his own selfish desires and money.

“I just can’t believe all of this,” her eyes were trained on the floor boards, tracing over the grooves and nails in the wood. Little did they both know, Oreo snuck into the room, now hiding behind her mother. Val lifted her intense gaze, matching with Jake’s, “I can’t believe I trusted you. I trusted you with my life...and this is how I’m repaid.” Her lip curled into a snarl as she continued, “I chose you of all viscets to put my trust in, and you endanger our family just for your own wants!” Jake faked an expression of hurt, but she saw right through him. “Don’t even try.”

He turned to leave, but paused just before he exited her home. “I did it for you-” she cut him off immediately, “just leave.” Jake opened the door and closed it quietly behind him, never to be seen by them again.

Vallory’s gaze fell back down to the floor, and Oreo’s soft crying broke her out of her thoughts. “You,” she growled, “you caused this!” She turned on the viscling, pelt bristling in fury. “N-no!” Oreo desperately cried, but it was in vain.

Little did Vallory realize, she created her own trust issues that would affect her life forever.

ideas;
- mother of oreo, ended up abandoning her after her mate betrayed them
- rogue from her old society
- has a small group of goons that do her work maybe?
- prefers to be in a small group of viscets
- has trust issues
1 art extra

Oreo belongs to me. Dividers and art extra were made by me.

Please do not copy my form.

[~Teya~]

Beautiful ;o;

[Soll]

username; Soll
name; Alaric
gender; Male
personality trait(s); Sneaky, aggressive, quiet, lonely, sleepy.
one regret they have; (minimum of 200 words ; max of 600 words)

wip