《 ⚔ // time to rise from the dead! 》

Postby ✦ nemuri » Tue Sep 18, 2018 8:56 am

    [ username. .kaede ] [ name. 江桂英 ( jiāng guìyīng - river, cinnamon, brave ) ; typically called guiying ] [ gender. male ]

    greatest fear.
      indentblinking rapidly at the sudden question that ligonem had posed to him, guiying furrowed his eyebrows together and crossed his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing in slight suspicion. the four eyed male had noticed the other viscet's sudden change of mood, and quickly hurried in an attempt to dissipate the sour mood that had fallen onto the other male viscet. "hey now, guiying, it's okay if you don't tell me. i don't mind at all, i was just curious, so i'm sorry if i asked something that i shouldn't ha--"

      indent"it's fine," guiying mumbled, turning away from ligonem as his hair fell over his face, effectively concealing his expression, not that ligonem would've been able to read the necromancer's feelings, anyways. necromancers were always so secretive about their craft, and more so about their private life, and the lightning patterned viscet wasn't the least bit surprised that guiying had been hesitant to share information about his greatest fear. after all, such a piece of information could serve to harm him in the future, right? guiying had been right to withhold that fact. as ligonem was about to open his mouth to apologize again, guiying cut him off, saying something that ligonem wouldn't have expected the other viscet to say. "it's really okay, i don't mind. i don't have many friends due to my profession as a necromancer, but since i'd have to work with you and the spirits in the future, there's no problem with me sharing a little bit about myself. i just ask that you don't spread this anywhere else, okay?"

      indentligonem was more than just surprised. he really hadn't been expecting the horned necromancer to be so compliant with his wishes, and with a small, almost uncertain nod of his head, the four-eyed viscet watched as guiying began to fiddle with his paws. what would a necromancer even be afraid of?

      indent"death."

      indent"i... i beg your pardon?"

      indentguiying appeared to be almost chagrined at the idea of having to give an explanation to his perplexing answer. after all, what sort of self respecting necromancer would fear death? the very thought was preposterous at its core, and based on the other viscet's facial expression, ligonem knew that he didn't have to voice his thoughts out loud for guiying to understand.

      indent"it's a bit of a long story, so please bear with me, ligonem. i know that saying how i'm scared of death is ridiculous because i'm a necromancer, but this fear is partly why i became a necromancer." he paused in order to let his words sink in, and after a few silent moments, guiying took that as his cue to continue speaking, tail tip twitching in apprehension as he did so. "i... i have lost viscets i loved because of wars. there have been viscets who died because they had been murdered in cold blood, or died due to causes that i cannot control. you must understand how exceedingly frustrating that must be, right?

      indent"i didn't want them to just go without ever saying goodbye to me. i fear death because it could strike at any moment, and there would be nothing we could do to prevent it. i've even had my own share of encounters where i've nearly faced death." he barked out a gruff laugh and shook his head, letting his soft locks of hair fall into his eyes once more. he stopped again, raising his head to see if ligonem would say anything else in response. when the lightning patterned viscet didn't speak up, guiying let out a soft sigh and leaned back into his chair, allowing his purple and teal ringed eyes drift towards the ceiling.

      indent"... i get that," ligonem uttered after a moment of hesitation, and as guiying's eyes flicked towards his direction once more, ligonem frowned slightly and rubbed his paws against each other. "my younger brother, emil; he's dead because of my mistake, and i never got to apologize or say goodbye. i've managed to get in contact with him because he's now a ghost, and it's all thanks to my ouija board, admittedly."

      indent"yes!" guiying shouted out suddenly, scaring ligonem slightly as he slammed his paws down against the coffee table, sending vibrations through the dark coloured wood and into the coffee cups, which in turn started to shake. "you see, necromancy isn't all bad! sure, there are evil necromancers who revive viscets for the sole purpose of turning them into puppets and war machines, but in my case, i temporarily bring them back to life so they can sort out any issues they had with the world before departing once more. i'm still very much afraid of the concept of death, but ever since i embraced necromancy, i feel that i'm slowly starting to understand that it's a way of life. ironic, isn't it? this entire conversation is so ironic."

      indent"at least it's interesting," ligonem commented, in an attempt to make the necromancer feel slightly better about himself. guiying flashed him a grateful smile as he stared down at his paws, and as the butterfly tufted viscet pursed his lips together, he thought about what he could say next. "i'm not gonna lie; i think it's strange that a necromancer such as yourself is afraid of death. however, i do agree with your reasoning, and everything you've said is valid."

      indentguiying's crestfallen expression had instantly brightened up at the unexpected validation that ligonem had given him, and he soaked it up shamelessly. "is that so? in that case, i'm glad to hear it. when i die, my only regret would be to not have helped more viscets out..."

      indentligonem swallowed back a lump that had formed at the back of his throat, and as he let out a small sigh and clasped his paws together, he glanced towards the necromancer who was sitting in front of him. "now that that's out of the way, we can begin talking about the plan in question..."

      indent"yes, of course, ligonem."

      [ 1000 / 1000 words ]

    extra 1 - lost letter.
      indentdear __, _i_:

      indentit's been a while, but i hope the two of you are well. re_, i hope you're taking care of yourself as a spellsinger should, and r_n, i hope the flower shop is still flourishing under your capable paws. i don't know where i'm going to go with this, but i do know that i am shameful for not meeting the two of you heads on. there's a reason, you see, a reason that would make me lose even more face than i already had.

      indentneither of you would ever approve of the path i had decided to take. i could've... had a happy life with re_, but i messed up and threw it all away in a night of panic and worry. and for that, dear ren, i'm sorry. rin... i hope you're taking care of your sister whenever she falters. i don't want to seem presumptuous, but if your older sister is still the same viscet that she had been five years ago, then my sudden absence must've hurt. and for pushing all the responsibility onto you, dear rin, i'm sorry.

      indenti wish i could justify my actions, but i can't. i acted of my own accord. i needed to make my peace with the viscets who had cared for me and protected me up until their very last breath. my revenge had been delayed. then, i realized that revenge wasn't as glorious as i had made it out to be.

      indenti'm not a killer. never was, never will be. i am, however, just a mere, shameful necromancer who can't even face the two viscets who had helped me out during those dark times, and i hadn't even helped the two of you. i just got up and walked out of the life that the three of us had together. sure... it wasn't nice at times, but those moments were the most comforting that i'd ever feel in my life. honestly.

      indentit's weird, how things can change so quickly in just a blink of an eye.

      indenti'll come back if i have time and if the two of you are willing to have me back. for the time being, i'll be going around through the kingdoms, taking on requests to help other viscets the same way you two had helped me. my methods may not be conventional and as hospitable as one might expect, but my purpose is to help other viscets make their peace with the ones who passed away before they had a chance to express themselves.

      indenti've come to terms with myself. i've said my final goodbyes, and i've finally let them go free. my regrets and thoughts no longer belong in the past. i may not have matured much, but i have grown in ways that wouldn't have been possible if i hadn't left.

      indenti'm sorry for leaving, but i don't ever regret making this decision. i'll send another letter when i can, if you two want me to.

      indentbest wishes, gu__in_.


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    extra 2 - sacrifices must be made.
      indentfinding the viscets who had murdered his biological family had been an easy task for someone as determined and hate-driven as guiying. he had lived the past few years in a daze, taking time to recover and numb himself from his parents' deaths, as well as carefully cultivating his skills and magical power so that he would be strong enough to take on the killers of his family. rin and ren had been kind enough to care for him in the meantime, but at the bottom of his heart, guiying knew that he wouldn't be able to relax until he has had his fill of vengeance.

      indenthe had closed his eyes and summoned several ferocious spirits who had the misfortune of experiencing a troubled passing, and with a few soft murmurs, guiying had sent the spirits after the viscets. he followed close behind, glassy eyes shining at the thought of finally being able to avenge his family's death and pass judgement on those who truly deserved such treatment.

      indentguiying hadn't been expecting his legs to suddenly give out beneath the weight of his body, however. excruciating pain had shot up his arms and legs, and in a pained yet soundless scream, his paws flew towards his head, grabbing at his skull and tugging at his hair in an attempt to diminish the pain somewhat. it was futile; he felt blood trickling down from his paws, and when he raised his head, he screamed yet again as the spirits prepared to lunge towards the killers of his family.

      indenthe gritted his teeth through the pain, and although his mind was starting to grow fuzzier, guiying didn't call back the spirits. "consume me if you must!" he yelled, clenching his paws into tight fists, "but they must die tonight, without a question!"

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    extra 3 - meddling interloper.
      indent"i should think not, dear spirits. leave these viscets alone at once; they have learned their lessons, no? if not, i believe i'd have to take some of their life energy."

      indentthe pain that had been ever so prevalent within guiying's body slowly ebbed away as the spirits that he had managed to painstakingly summon vanished away, only to be replaced by the fearful expressions his family's murderers and a translucent body that didn't seem to touch the ground. guiying had been about to jump to his paws and shout out in frustration, but the spirit, sensing the younger viscet's frustration and grief, quickly spun around and smiled warmly at him. "please hold still. i'm not done yet."

      indent"why did you cut in?" guiying asked softly, his voice hoarse from all the shouting. he winced slightly as he struggled to stand up, and with a short look from the viscet in front of him, the murderers quickly dispersed. "pathetic," guiying sneered to himself, as he tried to steady himself. "why did you cut in?"

      indentthe spirit gave guiying an inquisitive look before smiling slightly at the living viscet. "are you upset? actually, no -- that's a stupid question, of course you'd be upset." the spirit paused as though he was thinking over what sorts of words he'd say next to the youth, before smiling mysteriously again. "it doesn't really matter if i've made you mad or not, however. you need to know that hunger for revenge will never be satiated unless you simply forgive and forget."

      indent"forgive and forget? how can i do such a thing?" he echoed in disbelief, furiously blinking away the tears that had gathered at the corners of his eyes. "you've ruined my chances, you outsider. i won't be satisfied until they die tonight -- they must die!"

      [ 300 / 300 ]

    extra 4 - acceptance.
      indentthe spirit stared at guiying quietly, as the youth gasped and heaved for breath, finally allowing himself to cry in frustration. the spirit hadn't felt emotion in so long, but something tugged at his non-existent heart. was it pity? most likely. "you're only so young, little one. trust me when i say that chasing after revenge will get you nowhere; i have had first hand experience. my revenge has led me to my death, instead."

      indent"then you must've been a fool," guiying whispered brokenly, repeatedly clenching and unclenching his fists. he didn't bother being polite to the spirit. he wasn't in the right state of mind. "if i don't have revenge, then what do i have? i cultivated my necromancy for this specific reason. how else would i be able to function in a society like the way i currently am?"

      indent"forgive and forget," the spirit said again, flicking the tip of his tail slightly. "who said that you can't live with your necromancy? it's a skill that's frowned upon, sure, but there are certainly viscets out there who wish to see their loved ones one last time before they are permanently lowered into the ground."

      indent"are there really such viscets like that?" guiying asked softly, raising a paw and roughly wiped away the remainder of his tears with the back of his paw. "i... i may not have killed anyone before, but i've hurt viscets that i had been close with. do i even deserve to be alive?"

      indent"of course," the spirit whispered reassuringly, smiling at guiying once more. "you can always apologize. if they love you as much as you love them, then they will come to understand your motives. trust them. have acceptance in your heart."


      indenteven after the incident, guiying still holds those words close by.

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Re: Viscet batch #1167 Readopt

Postby Prince Audric » Tue Sep 18, 2018 9:56 am

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name: Kellis or Fellis (nickname)

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greatest fear:

Kellis lay on the couch in her therapist's room thinking about his question.

" If you don't wish to talk about it, we don't have to," She said softly

" No, No... I need to" Kellis sighed " I'm just not sure where to start," She said " I guess it all started after the accident," she said.

" Can you explain to me what happens that day? and how you feel now?" The Therapist asked.

" It was like any other day, it was sunny and bright. everything was calm and peaceful. but it didn't stay that way, I had just walked into the pantry to get a snack when I heard a loud rumbling, I thought at first a big truck was going by the house, it was rare but it happens... then it happens, rocks. dirt and everything else come through the roof burying me and my family. I remember from my small cove in the dirt I could hear cries for help, but I was unable to help... I tried calling to them but I don't think anyone could hear me. I don't know how long I was down there, I just know that when they found me I was very weak.

I spent a long time in the hospital, ever since that day at home any little sound makes me nervous is terrified by any movement. I can't go indoors unless there are windows to the outside. If I can't see the Sky I began to have a panic attack and I close up. I'm nervous wreck and I don't know how to fix it. I hate being afraid of everything... before the accident, I was not afraid of anything. I can't even go back to the mountains because I'm afraid that... ill get buried alive again" She whimpers slightly."

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Kellis blinked at the Viscet slightly confused " What do you mean he hasn't come out?" She asked.

" He when into the caves early this morning to hunt for gems, and he hasn't come out... the rain is going to flood the cave, I can't get anyone to go in there and find him... I'm sorry" He said

" First off, you men need to be fire... second I'm going in," she said. ~ did I just say that?~ she thought

" Are you serious!? you don't know what you're doing!" The viscet said in shock

" I don't care my friends in danger, rain or no rain is going down there and bringing him out," She said taking off before anyone could stop her, she paused outside the cave and took a deep breath ~ you doing it for him~ she thought before leaping into the cave.

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Re: Viscet batch #1167 Readopt

Postby Ivyscribblez » Tue Sep 18, 2018 10:33 am

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Re: Viscet batch #1167 Readopt

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Re: Viscet batch #1167 Readopt

Postby Saberblush » Tue Sep 18, 2018 1:44 pm

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Postby corrosive_limes » Fri Sep 21, 2018 7:41 pm

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      [ Out of Control ]
      The congregation cheered as Sethos's speech came to a close and he stepped down from the altar. A warm and humble smile touched his features as he graciously thanked everyone gathered. He smiled as he bowed.
      "Thank you, thank you all! I'd like to take a moment to thank every one of you who showed up to hear me speak today. You don't know how much such a wonderful turnout means to me and the church. As much as I'd love to stay and meet with you all, I have some pressing business to attend to shortly and I'm afraid it can't wait. If there are any newcomers to the flock who are interested in more, I'll be back by tomorrow morning and I'll be free all day to talk, and you're all most certainly welcome to come and join us at any time! Thank you for your ears, but for now I must leave."
      Another small chorus of claps and praises followed as Seth turned away from the crowd and into the back hallways leading to his private quarters. The faint rumble of pawsteps and joyous voices followed him down the softly lit corridor as he rounded a corner and paused in front of one of the doors. He smirked to himself as his paw rested on the doorknob for a moment before turning it and stepping in.
      'Well done, Seth. There'll definitely be a good few new recruits before the week's end,' he silently congratulated himself as he spun to close the door behind him. With a faint click, the door locked and Seth turned to face the room. It was only then he realized the presence of a cloaked figure standing near the wall. Seth started in fright and felt his heart rate jump as the figure chuckled and stepped forward.
      "For someone with so much power and influence, you sure do get surprised when things don't go your way," the Viscet smiled. Seth hissed and clenched his paw. He'd recognize that voice any day of the week.
      "Velastor," he growled. Du'an raised his head so his face was no longer obscured by his hood.
      "Nilakanta."
      Seth shook himself roughly in an attempt to mask his unease and walked over to stand by his desk. "What a surprise to-"
      "Cut the small talk." Du'an cut him off. Seth clenched his teeth.
      "So what are you here for?"
      "Oh I think you already know." Du'an's eyes glinted coldly in the light from the single candle.
      Seth stiffened. "You and the Emperor are already intimately familiar with Mother Malvana's policies. I do not have the authority to give out any of the information you're seeking." He bit back a growl on the last sentence.
      At his words, Seth sensed a change in Du'an's demeanor. His face grew dark. A gust of cold air blew out the candle despite all the windows being shut. The shadows in the room suddenly seemed much more tangible.
      Seth gasped. Cold tendrils coiled themselves around his limbs. He stumbled as he was pulled back by the darkness.
      Du'an reached out his paw and an enormous gleaming scythe materialized out of the shadows in front of him, falling into his outstretched paw. Ever so delicately Du'an rested the flat of his blade against Seth's neck and lifted his chin up with the point. His voice was quiet yet held a deadly sharp edge.
      "I ask once more and I will not ask again. Where is the Necromancer's Amulet?"
      Seth's heart was racing. His chest felt tight. His breath came in strained gasps. Panic gripped his mind as he felt the situation spiral farther and farther out of his control, and he struggled to keep his composure.
      "I-I'll die before I share it with scum like you! Praised be the Mother of Darkness!"
      Du'an let out a deep growl.
      "You're making a grave mistake."
      Seth flinched as he felt the bite of cold metal pierce his skin but did not cry out. They stood locked there for an instant that could've lasted an eternity. The space between them came alight like lightning from the strength of the tension.
      After an unbearably long moment, Du'an dropped his scythe from Seth's chin and it faded in a puff of darkness. The shadows restraining him disappeared and Seth collapsed to floor, coughing.
      The Soul Reaper glared at him from under his cloak one last time.
      "For one so beloved by his sheep, you're awfully afraid of losing that control."
      With his parting words still hanging in the air, he stepped back into the shadows and vanished. The candle flickered back to life. As Seth lay there coughing, there was no sign the other Viscet have ever been there at all.
      Shakily, Seth pushed himself to his paws and sat there panting. As he raised his paw gingerly to his neck where it had been nicked, the Reaper's parting words rang in his mind.
      'You're awfully afraid of losing that control.'
      His heart still pounding, he was struck stiff with fear. The implications of his statement raced through his mind. As scenario after scenario of his flock turning against him and denouncing him as a fraud and Malvana's voice ringing out that he'd failed her for the last time flashed through his mind, an overwhelming sense of helplessness welled up inside him and he felt his chest and throat tighten with panic as he struggled to breathe.

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      He was only shaken from his trance by a sharp rapping at the door.
      "I-I'll be with you in j-just a moment!" he stuttered as he scrambled to his feet and ran his paws through his mane to calm his shaking nerves. He took a deep breath to compose himself and stepped over to the door. Opening it, Seth found himself confronted by two rather worried-looking acolytes.
      "Is everything alright in there, Father? We thought we heard shouting and were afraid something had happened."
      "Yes, yes, everything's fine." He smiled reassuringly. "Startled by mouse is all."
      They seemed mildly skeptical for a moment before relenting and continuing on their way with a slight bow and murmured, "Yes Father." After he was sure they left, Seth closed the door once more and sighed before wincing in dread. He had yet to contact Malvana, and she surely wouldn't be pleased with his delay.
      Seth walked over to a section of the wall beside one of his bookshelves. He rested his forehead against it for a moment, steeling himself for the exchange to come, before pressing down on one of the stone bricks. It slid back with a click. A faint rumble could be heard and an entire of the wall slid to the side with a hiss, revealing a passageway leading to an underground vault. He stepped inside and took a torch from it's slot on the wall as the door rumbled shut behind him.
      He followed the winding staircase down, passing several doors leading to various rooms. At the bottom, it opened up to a small landing. Straight ahead lead to a room containing an enormous shimmering and to the left was a door leading into a hallway. He stepped forward and placed the torch into a holder at the base of the stairs before proceeding to enter the room straight ahead.
      No sooner had his paws touched the floor inside the room than the mirror burst to life, emitting shining silver rays in all directions and blinding him with its brilliance. A voice echoed off the barren walls.
      "You're late."
      Still shielding his eyes from the light, Seth dropped to his knees and bowed, clasping his paws in front of him.
      "My deepest apologies, Mother, but I can explain why I was delayed."
      "I'm not interested in excuses, Sethos."
      "I understand that, Mother," he continued, rising to his feet, "but this is not simply an excuse. Trust me, you'll want to hear this."
      The light from the mirror had faded to reveal a Viscet seated upon a throne. At his words, she doubtfully raised an eyebrow. She leaned forward and propped her head up in her paws. "Go ahead then. I'm listening, but this better be good."

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      "Yes Mother," Seth murmured and bowed slightly in acknowledgement before continuing. "No more than half an hour ago as I was coming down to meet with you, the Soul Reaper Du'an confronted me in my study and demanded to know where the Amulet was."
      Her eyes narrowed. "Again? They already know you never would. Right?"
      There was a slight edge in her voice. Seth bristled silently at the insinuation he'd betray her.
      "And I told him as much. I'd die before I gave up anything to them." He lifted his chin. "You alone have my loyalty, now and forever." A slight pause followed his words. He continued. "He did, however, say that this was the last time he would ask. It seems to me they won't give up trying."
      "Mmm." Malvana muttered, pressing her lips. "Although this is of importance, it's not why I summoned you here today." She turned her body in her throne to face him more directly, straightening up and looming over him even through the mirror. The displeased glint returned to her eyes.
      "You're underperforming."
      'W-what? Mother, I-"
      "Enough." She swiftly silenced him. "You're not meeting quota. You promised more recruits, yet I've failed to see many."
      "M-mother, please, give me time!" he begged. That sense of panic was beginning to return. "This group is proving harder to turn than I anticipated, but I'm beginning to win them over and even more began to show up today! Please, I beg you, I just need a little more time with them."
      Malvana glared at him.
      "You have one month. Do not fail me."
      A blinding flash lit the room. By the time Seth stopped seeing flashing lights, the mirror was dark once more. He was alone.
      A burning sense of injustice began to overtake him, urged on by the fear that came with the helplessness of losing control and watching everything fall to pieces.
      "No, I can't afford to let myself get swept away by such ideas," he told himself. "I need to find a solution."
      He looked around the room, hoping for anything that would spark an idea, when his eyes alit on the staircase.
      "Well, there is still one option I have yet to try..." he smirked, the start of a plan taking shape.
      He returned to the landing at the bottom of the stairs and picked up the torch, which had nearly burned itself out. He took the steps two at a time, checking each door until he came to the one he was looking for.
      With the clanking of keys and the scraping of old hinges, the wooden door swung open. Inside, the room was split down the middle. One side saw various tools strewn along a table and benches while the other side was a cell. Inside that cell, shackled to the wall, was a brown Viscet.
      The opening of the cell door roused him and after a moment he looked up. A snarl crossed his face when he saw Seth.
      "Good news, Faust," Seth called to him cheerily. "Guess what?"
      "What?" Faust just about spat the words as he glared at Seth, making absolutely no effort to hide his hatred.
      "I've got a job for you!" Seth crouched down, now eye level with Faust. The cheeriness faded from his smile. He slowly unwrapped a glowing green gem from a bundle of cloth. Faust's eyes widened in horror and a malicious edge crept into Seth's voice.
      "And this is how we're gonna do it."

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      ~{ Faust and Du'an belong to me
      ~{ The Viscet portraying Malvana is currently up for adoption and my form can be found here. If I don't win that contest I'll be recycling the concept to use with another Viscet.
      ~{ Fonts used in order are Typewriter Royal 200 Trashed and Sinner Script and can be found on 1001fonts.com
      ~{ The title is lyrics from the song Dance With the Devil by Breaking Benjamin
      ~{ The writing is broken up in sections to fit with the extras, but it's all a part of one story. The last two optional extras were combined into one section. The title as well as header "Preacher of Lies" are included in the word count of the optional extras.
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Re: Viscet batch #1167 Readopt

Postby booklover789 » Fri Sep 21, 2018 8:56 pm

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Name:
Anatoliy Keiffer Solovyov

Gender:
Male

Greatest Fear:
Anatoliy's greatest fear is being buried alive.

He went to school on an old abandoned farmyard, and one of his schoolmates was Delios. Delios was one of the school's two bullies. He loved to pick on weaker viscets, and due to his powers of being able to transport himself to different realms/realities and being able to transport himself anywhere in space that he wished, no one was ever really able to lay a paw on him and give him the justice he deserved. One day, Anatoliy had made Delios mad. Anatoliy had had enough of Delios picking on him, and he'd decided to do something about it.

Anatoliy's head popped out of the trashcan, and with a glare he leapt out and shook apple cores and banana peels from his fur. "I'm fed up with you, Delios! Come back here and fight me like a grown adult if you want to treat me this way!"
Delios halted in his sauntering off, the pause almost bringing the entire hallway to a standstill.
No one had stood up to him in a very long time... and the last time someone had foolishly tried, Delios had somehow gotten him up on the roof and strung the poor viscling on a clothes line from the roof to one of the trees nearby. The teachers had found him dangling there once the school had closed for the day, shivering from the drop in temperature. Charges were pressed, but Delios had wormed his way out of them, as per usual. Ever since that day, no one had dared go up against him again.
Until now.
Delios turned around and smirked a sickening smile. "Aw, little Ana is gonna get me, is he?" he threw back in a babyish voice. His eyes suddenly narrowed and his voice became as sharp as a knife. "Well, I'll have none of that."
With an audible POOF and a plume of white smoke, Delios was holding Anatoliy's scruff in his mouth. The larger viscet dangled the smaller over the edge of one of the farm's abandoned wells that used to house enough water for the entire compound to drink from it for several months. In recent drought years, however, most of the water had dried up, leaving the well a mostly-empty hole with walls made of dirt.
Anatoliy's eyes widened and he screamed, "DON'T DROP ME! PLEASE, DON'T DROP ME!" With a frantic glance back at his attacker, he screeched, "I CAN'T SWIM!"
Delios's eyes narrowed, and he let go.
Anatoliy remembered only screaming and falling, tumbling head-over-paws for what felt like eons of time. When he finally hit the ground, he blacked out. When he came-to, he was panting heavily. He tried to heave himself up onto his paws, but found he was too weak to move. With a slow movement, he reached a paw up to the crown of his head, pulling back blood which tainted the air with an acrid scent. He dizzily looked up at the opening of the deep well, wondering when he'd be rescued. No one was at the mouth, anymore - all that remained were flies buzzing around lazily in the hot weather and the scorching sun burning everything above ground. Where Anatoliy lay was quite chilly, however, as it was too far underground to be too hot. With a shifting of his weight, Anatoliy cried out in pain. He'd landed on his hind leg wrong, and it felt as if it were broken. The small horns growing from his scalp had been badly bruised - one was even chipped from scraping against the harsh dirt walls as he fell down the hole.
Anatoliy managed to muster up enough energy to weakly cry out, "Help!"
No help arrived, nor would it arrive for several hours more.
When the teachers left for the day, one of them noticed odd tracks near the closest well. Wondering if a student had dropped something down there, he decided to check it out more in-depth for himself. Being a master tracker, he was confused at what he saw: the prints were large and ONLY by the well. There were no prints leading up to the well nor exiting away from it. "How strange," he murmured, stepping closer and walking around the prints that were already there. Peering down into the hole, he muttered to himself. "Can't see a blasted thing! Sun's going down, now, and light's not the best. Perhaps... YES! I still have that old flashlight," he said, pulling out the metal contraption from his book-bag. He shined it down into the hole, and two eyes shined back up at him. "Good Heavens!" he exclaimed, dropping the flashlight on the ground from the fright. Picking it up again, he shined it down once more. "Who is that?"
"Hello, Mr. Anack. This is Anatoliy." The viscet's voice was faint, but strong enough that the teacher could hear him as he strained his ears to their farthest reaches.
The English teacher saluted. "I'll get you out in a jiffy, young man! I promise to do my best to get you out of this particular predicament posthaste!"

The removal process took well over two hours, using several different heavy pieces of machinery and different types of ropes, ladders, and pulley-systems. Finally, Anatoliy was free. He was rushed to the hospital and given the necessary care and attention he needed while there. His recovery took around two months, as both his horn and leg had to heal properly. He was in casts for awhile, and hated his limited mobility.
The incident was so severe that the school boarded up and bolted shut all of the wells on the premises, certain that such an incident would not happen again anytime soon. Police came and did a sweep of the grounds, only giving the all-clear once all safety issues had been addressed.
Anatoliy changed schools, never to return to the place where his fear had nearly become a reality.
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Mandatory Extra:
Personality:
As witty as he is quick-witted, Anatoliy is intelligent and prides himself on being one of the smartest viscets he knows. Now, that's not to say he's prideful or boastful or even that he thinks of himself as better than everybody else. Quite the opposite is true! He does his best to be relateable to anyone he comes across, be they a little viscling or a viscet closer to his own age.

Sociable and friendly, Anatoliy is definitely more extroverted than introverted. Usually the one to initiate conversations but just as likely to sit and listen, Anatoliy has both extroverted and introverted traits. Others can sometimes upset him, but overall Anatoliy tries his best to see things from different perspectives, as understanding why someone believes the things that they do helps him cognitively reason why their opinion would be different from his own.

Sometimes curious enough to act upon that curiosity but generally pretty calm-minded, Anatoliy doesn't daydream much and doesn't have his head up in the clouds. He's pretty down-to-earth and focused on what he can do now, in the present, to make things easier for both himself and others in the long run.

Also sometimes getting stressed when under pressure, Anatoliy isn't always as-cool-as-a-cucumber, much to the chagrin of his inner thought processes. Anatoliy wants to be someone who is always calm and who never freaks out, but he still does have his moments where he'll flip his lid or lose his cool. Anatoliy isn't a saint, but likewise he isn't cruel or malicious, either. Even when he's upset or stressed about something, he'll do his best to at least try to slightly calm down before lashing out at others or responding to the situation at hand.

Empathetic and good with understanding how others feel, Anatoliy has a large heart for those who are suffering. He's always wanted to make the world a better place, and hopes one day to be a visionary much like Ghandi or Mother Teresa - he wants to not only help when he can, but he wants to help others even when it's hard to do so. Anatoliy is a shoulder to cry on for those who need it, and can also offer advice to anyone who asks it of him. While he hasn't lived as long as other viscets, he still does his best to give what sage advice he knows works, and would never steer someone down the wrong path intentionally.

Loyalty is a really big thing for him, and is often a deal-breaker in his relationships. If someone isn't loyal to him - be it a romantic interest or just a friend - Anatoliy wants nothing more to do with them. Anatoliy is very vulnerable to criticism, too selfless, and can be overly needy, as well, however. A natural ESFJ-A, Anatoliy has strong practical skills, a good sense of duty, and is good at connecting with others. He is overall a very loyal, sensitive, and warm viscet.
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Optional Extra 1 - Theme Song and Why It Represents Him:
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Anatoliy often feels like he annoys those he doesn't get along with. He feels as of he gets on others nerves along, but also he doesn't feel the need to back down in holding his own opinions. He won't bash his point over someone's head, sure, but he also won't change his beliefs just to appease someone else's bad attitude.

He hopes that what he says now will be remembered for generations to come, and what he does will impact the next generation so that they live better lives than he was able to live. He hopes that by helping others, he'll be able to make a bigger impact and truly change the world for the better... even if those that disagree with him state otherwise.

Sometimes Anatoliy feels down-trodden. In a world where so few are willing to accept his happy gifts of grace, it sometimes seems pointless or hopeless to keep on helping others. There are times where Anatoliy would love to stay quiet and keep to himself. Ultimately, though, he understands that what needs to be done must be done, and if no one else will step up to the plate and do it, then he's the viscet for the job. He has learned it is better to encourage others than to put them down with disheartening messages, and as such, he's done his part to be an encouragement to others instead of making them feel as down-trodden as he sometimes does.
(259/300)

Optional Extra 2 - Very Short Questionnaire
Do you have a nickname?
My friends call me Anatoliy - my name. That's it. Very short and simple, honestly. Really, you can call me whatever you'd like - I'll accept most any names, but please do not call me 'Ana' or any form of shortening my name. It's insulting and degrading to me.

Do you have any disabilities?
Other than my one main fear, no, none that I know of. I have such a phobia about being buried, though... I won't set paw in a cemetery or even be near any open holes. I'll go around man-holes, be they covered or not, and I tend not to take bridges near muddy or dirt-filled areas. I do my best to stay far, FAR away from any type of area that gets mudslides, too, just to be safe. Some consider phobias a disability, so that's why I've stated as much as I have on the matter. However, if you don't consider phobias to be a disability, then no, I don't have any that I know of.

Do you have any tattoos?
Yes, I have one along the inside of my left horn. After it healed after my accident as a child, it left an ugly gash-like scar, and I couldn't bear to keep looking at it. It kept reminding me of that awful time I'd had. So, I covered it up with a tattoo. The tattoo I chose was black-inked and simple, in my native tongue of Russian - Акула, которая не плавает, опускается. It means "The shark that does not swim, sinks." It is a metaphor for life, and how one must keep moving onward no matter what befalls said individual. It inspires me to keep going, even when life gets rough.
(299/300)

Optional Extra 3 - Random Facts About Him
Anatoliy's favorite colors are sea green and teal green. His least favorite color is khaki tan.

Anatoliy's favorite villain is Loki from Norse Mythology. His favorite hero is Thor from the same mythology. He also has a fondness for Egyptian mythology, where he enjoys Anubis, Osiris, and Bast as well as Nut and Set, but dislikes Ra and Sekhmet. His favorite Grecian heroes are Perseus and Andromeda, though he dislikes Hercules.

His favorite fruits are starfruit and oranges. He has a great dislike for bananas, though, and will never be seen eating them. In terms of veggies, he has a great distaste for broccoli and Brussels's sprouts, but he'll often enjoy and eat cauliflower. His favorite ice cream flavors are cookies and cream, chocolate chip cookie dough, and charcoal. Anatoliy's least favorite ice cream flavor is rocky road. His favorite candy bar is anything dipped in chocolate, with one exception: he hates Snickers. His favorite meal would have to be a medium steak with cheese-and-garlic mashed potatoes as a side. His least favorite dish would include either of the veggies or fruits he dislikes, but may also include sushi, as he loves fish but only when it is cooked. If given the choice between coffee and tea, Anatoliy would choose both, as he has no preference and likes both equally.

If Anatoliy could choose to wear only one article of clothing for the rest of his life, he'd choose a maroon baggy sweatshirt that he loves to wear on the weekends when he doesn't have to deal with work or looking professional. He adores being able to layer underneath it if he's too cold, or just wear it as it is and not get too hot.
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Re: Viscet batch #1167 Readopt

Postby Synerie » Sat Sep 29, 2018 9:02 am

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    𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚛...

      He flinched.

      Ialu jerked his head back, his eyelids fluttering faintly as he leaned against the cold stone wall of the temple. A soft, desperate whine bubbled from the depths of his throat, his ears twitching backward. Ialu sighed, lifting his paw up to drag it down his face slowly, frowning as he felt his eyelids easing further downwards. His head pounded slightly. His mouth felt dry. Ialu let out another sigh, leaning his head back against the stone wall, slowly letting his breathing fall into a careful rhythm.

      Ialu hasn't slept in days.

      Five, to be exact. This happened frequently, seeming to alternate between the weeks. One week he'd be perfectly fine, the next he wouldn't or couldn't sleep for days on end. It's almost been a full week since the last time Ialu was able to have a peaceful, refreshing sleep. He felt exhausted. His body was beginning to run against him, struggling to force him to rest. The more he forced himself to stay awake despite the constant pressure in his eyes, the more Ialu seemed to notice the shapes that the shadows would twist and curl into.

      Ialu jerked again. His eyes snapped open after he found himself attempting to doze off. He shuddered, ears pressing back against his skull as he trembled faintly. His armor rattled on his form as he shifted once more, drawing his arms over his chest as he sighed out loud. Ialu's gaze trailed down the hallway, sliding across the intricate path on the stone bricks, attempting to concentrate on something so he wouldn't doze off on the spot in the next three seconds.

      Ialu jolted, this time out of surprise. A paw gently touched his shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts and back into reality. Ialu quickly twisted around to face the other, his paw hovering above the hilt of his sword.

      Though, standing before him was the form of the beautiful moon goddess, Hati.

      "Oh... hello, Your Highness." Ialu rumbled as his posture slackened faintly, paws falling to his sides as he dipped his head in a peaceful greeting to the moon goddess. A gentle smile curled her lips, yet it did not hide the worry that shone within her mesmerizing stare.

      "Captain Ialu... I have heard that you are... unwell?" Her melodic voice flowed like the gentle waves of the ocean, carrying a tone of concern. Hati kept close, holding her paws as a frown curled that smile downwards.

      Ialu smiled faintly, lifting a paw to brush his mane from his eyes. Crust cracked around his eyes as he smiled, the whites of his eyes a faint red from the lack of sleep. He let out a hoarse sigh, shaking his head finally as he pulled together a coherent sentence.

      "I've just... had a rough night... not being able to sleep properly." Ialu sighed as he explained, shuffling awkwardly. He felt as if he were showing his weaknesses to the goddess, ears curling back as he frowned. Hati's frown deepened. She moved closer, gently laying a paw on his shoulder again. Ialu flinched faintly, glancing up at her tiredly, confusion bubbling in his eyes.

      Ialu hesitated.

      How could he tell her, the goddess of the moon and dreams, that he was terrified to death of... sleeping? A lump formed in his throat as he locked up, working his jaw nervously as he stared down at her.

      Why exactly was Ialu, the captain of the Lunar Guard, terrified of sleeping?

      Ialu had nightmares. Ones that tore at his mind and at his heart. They wrecked him mentally, latching on with sharp claws and ripping weeping wounds that lay exposed. They caused him to wake up in a sweat, feeling as if the attenuated hands of the shadows that haunted his dreams clutched at his throat and limbs as if attempting to drag him to their realm. Sleep was one of the few things Ialu truly feared and it was not something he was exactly proud of.

      They contorted the way he viewed life. Twisting his mental state like it was mere putty. Ialu's heart ached at the thought.

      These nightmares that leave him screaming until his throat is rubbed raw on various nights was brought around when he was a mere Viscling. He rarely ever likes to talk about the situation that caused such life-altering nightmares, so no one aside from himself nothing.

      "Just nightmares, Your Highness." Ialu finally sighed, lying, when he shook his head clear. Hati eyed him before she stepped back, dipping her head.

      "I see. Please, do try and rest, Captain." Hati advised softly before heading off. Ialu sighed, heart heavy at the thought. He shifted, leaning back against his post as he planned to spend another night fighting the urge to sleep.

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    𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊...

      The nightmares lasted for months. Just like they had over the years Ialu had survived on the rock known as Phiaddesia. They varied on severity. Some nights, Ialu was unable to sleep for mere hours or to the point where he'd remain in a sleepless state for weeks. No one knew how he could go so long without resting, and truth be told, Ialu had no idea himself. The shadows twisted into his worst fears in his dreams, manipulating his world within as he's forced to relieve countless things that scarred him over the time.

      Ialu sighed as he stepped back from Hati, his ears curling back slightly as a frown curved his lips downwards. He eyed the floor, searching to find the proper words to respond to what she had said to him.

      "Your Highness, we... have no record of these Dreamweavers even existing." He pleaded, tail flicking nervously as he met her gentle gaze. Hati shook her head, the soft smile never dropping from her face as she focused on him. Hati lifted her shoulders into a slight shrug, eyes twinkling ever so lightly.

      "But Ialu, if you do not find them, how would you know? And now, please. No more argument. I order you to find them and to ask them to rid you of those plaguing nightmares." Hati sighed now, shoulders slumping as if she were exhausted. Ialu's mouth snapped open to make a response but she raised a paw to silence her trustful captain.

      "Please. You are far too exhausted to properly serve your duties. Now go, Ialu. This is not a suggestion but an order." Hati spoke before he could, her voice sharp. His shoulders slumped before he nodded reluctantly before he stepped out of the castle to find the so-called Dreamweavers.

      Surprisingly, it did not take Ialu long to find where they resided. He had gone into one of the taverns within the Dahka Province, asking around between the patrons to figure out if they had any directions to where the Dreamweavers were.

      And he was able to be sent onto the right path.

      They resided at the top of the mountain range that towered high above the World Scar in the Krailux Province. The World Scar, while being a dangerous wound within Phiaddesia, was home to quite a few extravagant creatures. And supposedly, the Dreamweavers as well.

      Ialu arrived nearly a week from when he set out. Resting before him on the tip of the mountains, were two Viscets that were supposedly known as Hajnalka and Obscurity.

      "How may we help you, traveler?" The female, known as Hajnalka, questioned as she gazed right through Ialu.

      "I ask for your assistance in cleansing my mind of the dark nightmares that haunt it." Ialu tiredly explained as he went to settle before them, head bowed. What he heard next froze him to the spot.

      "My apologies traveler, but if you can find my string of Dreams, I'd be more than happy to help you."

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Re: Viscet batch #1167 Readopt

Postby Strudel » Sat Sep 29, 2018 1:32 pm

Extending this to the 3rd, in part due to a request and in part due to my own time constraints.
Also, i never specified whether art was allowed or not. But I will allow for one extra to be art. No comics or animations, however.
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Re: Viscet batch #1167 Readopt

Postby Strudel » Thu Oct 04, 2018 4:20 am

Just giving a last warning. I never specified a time I was going to end this, so I'm ending it at 8 p.m. (CT) be sure not to edit after that time!
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