[Vluwu]

（✿ ͡◕ ᴗ◕)つ━━✫・*。
Kinda tribe themed- started cat themed tho :big think:

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Username: reygankiwi
Viscet Name: Alvonse
Viscet Gender: Male
Viscet's Biological Gender: Female
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[kiwipen]

*Username: reygankiwi
*Viscet Name: Alvonse
*Viscet Gender: Male
*Viscet's Biological Gender: [Female]
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Name meaning: Their name was once Alexis, and they decided with Alvonse when they transitioned to male.
theme song: we are the night
Personality traits:
Gentlemanly
Funny
Intuitive
Inquisitive
Flirty
Aloof
Daydreamer
Sensitive
Eloquent
Defensive
Occupation:
Alvonse works at a circus with my other Viscet, Marvus. He is the ticket man, though he'd like to be upgraded to a full showsman when he gets the chance! He dreams of a life away from it all, where no one knows who he was born as, and where he can just be himself. Of course, he can be himself here, however, he dreams of a life that's a bit bigger than peanuts and showtricks. When he's not cashing in tickets, he's working inside the booth and helps sell concessions. Due to his personality, he quite easily sells more than enough to earn his keep at the circus.
Where do they live:
Alvonse lives in a small trailer, where he shares it with his 'adoptive mother' at the circus. It's small, cramped, and he doesn't have his own room, however, he's grateful to have a roof over his head. He helps his adoptive parents cook, clean, and earn his keep. He was kicked out of his real parents' house when he came of age, and the circus took him in, something he's very grateful for. He does his best to be friendly and kind with anyone. Outside the trailer, he has neighbors of all sorts, including the StrongCet (strongman), the bearded lady Viscet (someone who he admires) as well as the animal tamers.
Whats most important to them + why:
The thing that is most important to Alvonse is the freedom to be oneself. One should never hide who they are for the sake of anyone else, and he knows that all too well. There was a time where he wasn't honest with himself, or those he loved, and kept an identity that would only keep those around him happy. However, it kept them happy, and that was enough for him, at least for a while. However, he eventually changed that, spoke his truth, and as a result, ended up on the street. Alvonse thinks it's the most important thing to be free to be yourself, and he will gladly follow that belief until the ends of the earth.

Because of this, he dreams of moving to a new town, where no one knows who he really was before all of this. A few 'cets recognize him from when he wasn't known as Alvonse, and although they're nice enough, it does make him quite uncomfortable. If he moved to a new town, he would truly feel free to be himself, with no barriers, no polite nods, etc. He dreams of owning a tailor shop one day, where he can make his own suits and also make himself look spiffy in a brand new suit. He's still saving, one penny at a time.

A short story about this viscets past written by you:

The trodden-down Viscet skulked through the street, rain pouring down onto his thick coat. He had nothing on him; not a penny to his name, nothing more than the fur on his own back to call his own. And, he was alone, wandering the streets of his hometown as he tried to find someplace to take shelter. However, he was being turned down at every single corner; no one wanted to let in a ragged-looking young Viscet without their parents. Dejected, the Viscet made for the nearest highway out of the town, not thinking much on where he was going.

As he walked, the pavement gave away to cracked asphalt, and, eventually, just wooden paths. In the distance, he heard music, and the sounds of animals. Alvonse glanced up, looking around for the source, and then, he saw it; a giant red tent in the middle of a field, standing out for all to see. There were lights inside, people funneling into the tent, and animals waiting outside. Curious, he started trotting that way, wanting to get a peek about what the hub-bub was about.

"Excuse me little lass, where do you think you're going?" The ticketmaster asked gruffly, glaring down at Alvonse.

"A-actually sir, I'm a, um....boy." Alvonse tried correcting them, stuttering and looking away. "I just...um...wanted to know what was going on in there."

"Well, there's a circus in town, dontcha know?" He asked. "We play every Friday night; haven't you heard of us?"

"N-No, sir...."

"Well, well. Just this once...I'll let ye in for free." The ticketmaster slipped him a freebie, and Alvonse dashed in.

What he witnessed in the circus changed his life forever, as he watched the 'weirdos' of society flaunt themselves in a ring, as if they were the most amazing things in the world. And they were!! And the Viscets watching adored them. Alvonse wondered if, for a moment, he could find a place here. He didn't have a home...however, he could still work!


"And let you work here but have no home? Preposterous!" Marvus, the ringmaster, was loud, boisterous, and charismatic. Everything Alvonse wanted to be, save for the loud and boisterous part. But he was certainly friendly, and he had already agreed to given him a job! Cleaning peanut shells, but...it was something!

"I don't have any money for a home, sir..." Alvonse tried piping up.

"We'll have you live with Esmeralda until you get back up on your paws, little laddie!" Marvus patted his head. "You can pay your rent when you're a wee bit older, okay?"

"Um...okay!" Alvonse chirped. Gratitude washed over him. "Th--thank you sir!"

"My pleasure! Everyone's welcome here, in this little circus of mine!"

[scottermite]

*Username: tinytin
*Viscet Name: slone
*Viscet Gender: male
*Viscet's Biological Gender: male
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Name meaning: warrior
theme song: roaring 20s- panic! at the disco/ nico and the niners- twenty one pilots
Personality traits: slone is affectionate, childish, dependant, naive, silly, and loving, though easily irritable. he is also stroppy, whines alot, and is pretty annoying.
Occupation: slone works at a movie theater, serving popcorn, drinks and snacks to attenders. he only had to wear somewhat of a uniform, only a name tag and an apron. he often gets to frequent customers, a few even becoming some of his closest friends. dont tell anyone i said this, but being the little devil he is, he sometimes spits in the drinks of people he doesn't like. but shh. i never said that, yeah? actually, one time, he snuck of the job to go see a movie. if my memory serves me well, it was either kingsman: the golden circle or one of the new star wars movies.
Where do they live: slone lives in a small, but homely apartment by the sea. his bedroom is relatively small, but he makes the most of the little room he has. actually, come to think of it, the lounge was the biggest room in the apartment, twice the size of his room, and the kitchen was, in truth, quite cramped. he has two roomies, both of which are polar opposites. one is a slacker, just like slone, and the other one is known to take initiative and get stuff done. if slone had to describe him, it would be nerdily preppy. the second roommate was barely home.
Whats most important to them + why: the most importnt physical object is a pink pen. it was given to him by an old friend back at school, who he was sure would hyave grown up to be an author or an artist..
"hey, val', watcha watching?"
slone peered oer his best friends shoulder, inspecting the show she was watching to see if it would be on any interest to him.
valentine didint reply.
slone held a concerned look, "val'? whats wrong?"
valentine turned around and slone looked at her. he swore, his heart broke at the sight. "slo, im.. im moving awy. and not to another house on the block, im going to a new town. i wont be going to the same school as you anymore." she has small tears in her eyes and she looked a mess, as if she hadn't moved from that one spot on the couch all day.
"val', you cant move- i mean, your my only friend. id be all alone." slone reasoned sadly. valentine shook her head and clutched slone's shoulders,
"i have to go. its already sorted. i know i should have told you sooner, but.. i didn't want to face it. i- um, i have a leaving gift for you though, so that you- hopefully- dont forget me, yeah?"
"val' you know i wont forget you. and thank you so much for being here with me." he smiled sadly and hugged his best friend.
once the hugging had ceased, slone opened the small box.
it was a pink pen with scratches, bite marks, and other things that made it individual. it was really beat up, the pen had been used quite a bit by valentine over the years, and it was given to her by her father as a birthday present.
".. for me? thank you so much!" slone tightly hugged his friend once more, and he never wanted to let go.
i know, slone was a melodramatic twelve-year-old, but he does still think about valentine and all the good times.
A short story about this viscets past written by you:
slone lay dormant on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, not wanting to get up. it was peaceful, right up until-
" gET UP YOU LAZY SON OF A GUN-" and a towel to the face. slone growled and howled in protest, but got up and out of bed eventually.
"I'm up, I'm up.." he mumbled eerily. yawning, he stretched his arms and got ready for work. he detested his current job, it was his first week of working in a movie theater. one of his roommates landed him a job there, it sucked so far. his co-workers were really nice to him and tried to welcome him and all, and the customers were decent, but it just, it just sucked. for like, no reason. it was just horrible. the nerdily preppy roommate, geroge, told him he must be grateful and stop all the whining he was doing. but, slone shot back that it was in his nature, in his blood to whine. it was quite true, anywho, on with the story. once george pulled into the parking lot for the movie theatre, slone slumped even further into his seat. george turned the music down and turned to look at slone.
"you are going to do your job, you're going to like it, and you're going to do it properly."
slone groaned in annoyance; had george not said that, it might have happened. deep down, slone knew that george meant well, and wa trying to help him, but george was so irritating, and so annoying and-
"coming?" george stood outside the car, swing his keys around his finger.
"yeah yeah, im coming.." slone, still groggy opened the car door and got out. it was still dark outside,and slone knew he should have been sleeping.
but alas, after a few more weeks at that same job, he grew to love it and it became a second home. his coworkers were his second family, he loved 'em.

[0h-Six]

*Username: Lloril
*Viscet Name: Robin
*Viscet Gender: They/Them
*Viscet's Biological Gender: Male
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Name meaning: Famed, bright; shining
theme song: Wake Me Up - Avicii
Personality traits: Pensive, Lively, Compassionate, Friendly, Adventurous, Optimistic, Carefree, Nurtuting, Sensitive, Honest
Occupation: Robin works as a park ranger often moving from park to park and biome to biome. Not only are they on the lookout for illegal activity to keep the environment and park visitors safe but thy also survey the area for any sort of environmental abnormalities. Their focus is mainly on being a field geologist. They survey the land and create maps and determine how soil contents and plate shifts could cause the land to change or problems in the near future. They could have easily pursued volcanology but practicing something in a relatively safer environment was more up their alley.
Where do they live: Robin does have a one-story house back in their home town but they never use it much, instead they prefer living out of their motor-home when the weather conditions are tough, at a ranger station when they are planning to survey at a location for a few weeks or months at a time, or roughing it and setting up a camp when the area they choose to study is absolutely beautiful. The luxuries their motor-home provides are comforting but nothing soothes the soul like being out in nature itself. It’s a literal breath of fresh air and makes them feel at ease.
Whats most important to them + why: Robin has always been a bit of a social butterfly, flitting from one group of ‘cets to another. So to them, nothing is more important than making connections. Not just brief impersonal connections for work but going out there and getting to know others and make friends that will last for decades. Their personality makes them easy to trust and in being so, opens up a lot of possibilities. Nothing warms them like meeting someone new, connecting, and feeling like they’ve known them for years. Wherever Robin goes, they have friends all around, places to stay, new food to eat, and new stories to share. Home is where the heart is and family is who they choose. Some would think, because of that, they might have an ulterior motive but Robin is just friendly. Part of the experience they want to get from the world is just making friends and creating a network of friends that know that whenever they need it, a friend, help, a warm meal, or a place to stay for a while is never too far away. Of course, their childhood experiences may have had something to do with their worldview now. They were never lonely growing up, but their parents were always busy with work and thus they were partially raised by their neighbors.
A short story about this viscets past written by you: Robin could never forget their childhood “quests”. They were always quick to complete their homework and living on the outskirts of town near a pine forest just teeming with mystery gave them much to do. Robin knew their own backyard area like the back of their paw and wanted to explore more. So, busting out their graph paper and colored pencils, drew an epic adventure starting from their backyard, through the land of the Fallen Giants, past the Creek of No Return, over the Den of Mountain Lions, and out until the Unknown. Of course, being so young their idea of a “survival pack” was their favorite backpack, two juice boxes, a bag of cookies, an apple, another cool bag cause what if they find treasure, their lucky sock because it was the only one to make it back last adventure, and their favorite blanket. Once all set and map in tow they dashed off towards the forest for a few hours of fun!

Not everything goes to plan but that’s okay cause it was fun! The Fallen Giants were actually just a bunch of old trees that got knocked over during an intense wind storm years ago and created large structures and based on the way moss and plant vines had grown on the trunks creates these huge hulking figures seeming to reach out and grab unsuspecting wanderers. Unfortunately, it was also ballooning season recently so everywhere Robin turned happened to be covered in spiderwebs. They made it through unscathed… hopefully. The Creek of No Return got it’s name because that’s where Robins feet got stuck in the mud once a few months ago and since then they were never able to find their other lucky sock. Rest in piece Lefty. It hadn’t rained recently so luckily the water levels weren’t so high but Robin still managed to slip nonetheless and completely drench their travel pack map included. Thus without their trusty map, their journey to the Unknown would have to wait for another time so they spent their last few hours of daylight at the Den of Mountain Lions where they played with the stray cats and their kittens. They came back home shivering with scratches and spider bites but their parents could never stay mad for too long about staying out after curfew then they saw Robins huge smile.

[Yawning Pup]

Aaaa great stories everyone!! Good luck!~

[Gadgetrocks]

Posted this too late.

*Username: Gadgetrocks
*Viscet Name: Arden
*Viscet Gender: Male
*Viscet's Biological Gender: [For breeding purposes] Male
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Name meaning: Eager ball of fire
theme song: From now on- The Greatest Showman
Personality traits: [10 traits] Eager- Slightly insane- Mischievous- Ready for anything- Funny- Werid- Lovable- Daring- Afraid of people not liking him- showboat
Occupation: Arden is a traveling performer, trying his best to please everyone with his crazy antics. Though what he does might come off as "insanity" or "pure foolishness" he does his preformances for exceptance, as the one thing he's scared of the most is not being accepted into society. Though his job is hard and makes it so he has no permanent relationships, he feels like he has to to it. His favourite acts are fire breathing, and if he can, taunting dragons. Most people think that taunting dragons is going to get him killed one day, be he doesn't believe that, always insisting that "I'll be fine." but always adding a quite "I hope."
Where do they live: Arden lives wherever his work takes him, never staying anywhere for more than three days at a time. If you do find him, he'll either be preforming or chilling out in some motel somewhere. He used to have a home, deep in the Jade Mountains with his family, but he moved away from their a long time ago, no one knowing the exact reason why. Rumours circulate that bandits or dragons killed his family, but he'll never admit to either. He's a pretty mysterious viscet, never really talking to anyone after one of his shows, but he might speak to you if you can catch him. Arden normally stays in a cheap motel room one the top floor, or any room with lokts of windows, as he loves observing the world.
Whats most important to them + why: [min 200 w] Despite being a quite viscet most of the time, he's always looking, practicly begging, for acceptance. He'll do anything an audience member suggests for applause, from trying to ride a tiger to jumping off a waterfall. He Marvel's in applause, almost as if he survives on it instead of food and drink. His quite dememor is instantly shed when he jumps up on that stage or platform to do his performance, he's almost like two different viscets between his time at a motel to his time on stage, someone who saw he a both instances would even be confused at how those two boys could be one in the same. His name fits well, in his eagerness to prove himself to society as a respectable 'cet. Without his quest to acceptance he'd be a shell of a viscet, a sad, quite boy with nothing to strive for. His goals give him life. One always wonders if he's got a split personality or is just a lonely showboat, trying to claw his way to the spotlight, to better days. Or maybe he'll aways wander and preform, all the way to the end of the earth. Arden, the mysterious performer, the death defying magician, and Arden, the quite soul who'll wander to the end of time to find what he's striving for. Acceptance.
A short story about this viscets past written by you: [min 300 words] Arden was born and raised in the Jade Mountains, with a loving mother and father who spoiled him but also taught him the ways of the world, how to never trust what the Quern tells, how to survive deep snow falls. Arden grew a learned that he loved the theatre, acting, and magic of all kinds. He just wished he'd learned how to channel his magic a but sooner. His parents were in the living room, chatting and just generally having a good time while Arden read in his room. Arden was reading a sci-fi book, on with space pirates, and holograms, stuff no viscet could ever dream off. Arden slowly drifted off on his bedroom rug, space pirates still dualing in his dreams...
Arden awoke to a cold house. The air was as chilled as the winter air outside, as cold as the bitter ice. He crept downstairs, hugging his book and blanket tight, breath stalling, eyes wide.
"Momma? Dadda?" He asked to empty air. All he was was snlw flitting in through a broken window, parents nowhere to be seen. Arden, tears in his eyes, ran up stairs tokssing everything he wanted in a backpack, and instead of calling for authorities, he ran. Tears freezing into icicles, he ran and ran and ran. Learning how to survive off preformances, how slowly gain acceptance. He doesn't answer those rumors because he doesn't know if dragons our bandits took his parents, all he knows he wants them back, but he has to be believable for that, and popularity and acceptance make one believable. Since that day he's clawed his was up the social latter, wandering for information on his parents, all the money he doesn't need to keep himself alive going to his search. He's going to find them, no matter what it takes.

Going to reuse my idea.

[Ivyscribblez]

Posted too late...

*Username:
*Viscet Name: Cali
*Viscet Gender: Female
*Viscet's Biological Gender: Female
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Name meaning: Cali is short for Calimina, which was the name of her great-great-great-great-grandmother, a noble in the Palace.
theme song: [url=https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=jVXauWq9Hwg]Saturday Night- Panic! At the Disco
Personality traits: Hyper, sarcastic, feisty, stubborn, outgoing, loyal, risk-taker, wild, party animal.
Occupation: [min 100 words]Cali is a travel journalist. She travels around the world writing articles about the places she visits- her favorite kinds including beach terrains.
The magazine she writes for isn’t a very big deal at the moment, but she wouldn’t leave them for a better offer. She loves the mystery involved in the traveling, and she always tries to endulge in the culture everywhere she goes. She doesn’t write like a typical travel journalist, she writes more about the architecture, people, and wildlife. She’s made tons of friends through her job and hasn’t lost contact with any of them. She wouldn’t leave her job for anything!
Where do they live: [min 100 words] Cali lives in a small, modern apartment just outside of Vinaece, the Viscet equivalent of Los Angelos. Her apartment walls are painted coral, her favorite color, and is decorated with busy rugs and lamps. It’s not a very big apartment, given her job situation, but she’s very fond of it. She has a little nook in her window where she does all her writing. She only ever uses her bedroom to sleep in. Since she loves partying, though, she has a “deluxe” apartment so she can fit all of her friends without too much discomfort. Nobody seems to see a difference anyways.
Whats most important to them + why: [min 200 w] Cali’s most prized possession is her gradmother’s scarf.
Don’t touch it.
She will not invite you to her parties anymore.
Her grandmother died saving Calli from a fire, and the scarf was hand (paw?) knitted specially for Cali. It was the only thing she managed to get out from the fire her grandmother died in.
Cali doesn’t let anyone else touch it, including her close family. She had a very strong bond with her grandmother, which none of her family share. When she does wear her scarf, she makes her personal bubble a bit larger in order to keep it safe.
The scarf is knitted with wool, with a bronze-gold base and big red and yellow swirls. It’s pretty long for a scarf, but Cali doesn’t mind or care. She honestly doesn’t really like how it looks but she keeps it close anyways. Her mother fought to take it from Cali after her mother/grandmother died, but the rest of the family was on Cali’s side and supported her keeping the scarf. Cali and her mother’s relationship was damaged pretty badly for a while, until the whole family made them apologize to each other. Cali considers the scarf both a precious gift and a memory.
A short story about this viscets past written by you: [min 300 words] “Cali, come on!” Jamie crossed his arms and frowned, his paws crunching on the autumn leaves. Cali rolled her eyes. “Jamie, get over it. It’s just a game,” She there the ball up into the air and let it fall back into her paws. “Now, you’re it, so close your eyes and count to ten.”
Jamie sighed. “You always get your way, Cali.”
Cali smirked as he turned around and began counting.
“One.. two..” Focusing on the orange and red forest in front of her, Cali scoped out where would be her best hiding spot. She had to be stealthy and sneaky-
“Cali! Jamie! It’s time for dinner!” Mother called from the porch.
Cali groaned and dropped the ball, reluctantly jogging up to the house. Jamie followed, looking slightly relieved.
Cali entered the hallway with a deep, wistful breath of the wonderful scents that filled the air. No longer upset, she dashed into te dining room- where Gradma stopped her before she could enter. “Cali,” she said gently. “I made this for you, and I’d like you to wear it for our dinner.” She held out A long, golden and red scarf that complemented her fur wonderfully. She took it, her eyes wide with wonder. “Thank you, Grandmother,” she whispered, grinning.
Grandmother patted her back and led her toward the table, smiling warmly.
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Cali awoke to the loud, screaming blare of the smoke alarm.
She jumped out her bed, heart pounding, and grabbed her new scarf as she ran out of the guest room.
There was a flaming beam crammed into the hallway diagonally, blocking the way to the exit. There was no way Cali would be able to squeeze through the small gaps in either side.
The end of the hallway didn’t have a window, wither.
She was trapped.
Taking shaky breaths, she looked around wildly for any source of escape.
“Help!” She screamed, her heart pounding. She wrapped her scarf around her neck before realizing she wasn’t alone.
“Grandmother,” Cali gasped.
Grandmother smilied sadly. “Cali, I want you to now that I love you very much,” She whispered. “And I always will.”
Cali watched in horror as Grandmother shoved the beam out of its position and held it there for Cali to escape, gesturing fo rher to go.
Swallowing back a sob, Cali ducked under the flaming beam and out into the main part of the house, jumping out the door right as the flames burst up and the hallway Grandmother was in exploded.

[Vluwu]

this is now closed! Thank yall for entering! I'll have this judged soon c:

[Prince Audric]

aww im to late, good luck guys

[corrosive_limes]

ooh this is one cute 'cet! i like their colors :0
good luck to everyone who entered! <3