[SilverSamurai]

Woo! Based off Shuu Iwamine uvu

To win him/her, tell me where they got their scarf and why they kept it!

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Reference without scarf!

Username;; galaxy~nova
Name;; Aspen
Gender;; male
Where did they get their scarf/why did they keep it?;; Hey, I'm Aspen, and I'm going to tell you how I got my scarf. It all started a few years back. I was walking home from my friend's, who's house I had left early. She had a bad headache, so I decided I would leave. The next day, I realized my favorite scarf, a black and blue one, had gone missing. I had it yesterday, so I naturally assumed it would be at her house. I walked over, and her mother answered me. I greeted her politely before asking, " I believe that I left my scarf here yesterday. Perhaps, you have seen it?" Her mom looked tired, but smiled back, " I'll go look for it, come on in." My friend came walking into the room. She looked tired, and sickly, but I made no comment. She beckoned me towards her with her tail, and we walked together towards her mom. She was throwing things every where, looking for my scarf, and when we entered the room, she looked at me, and said, " I'm sorry, but I don't think it's in here." I must of looked crestfallen, because my friend offered to talk with me. We went to her sleeping area, and we talked for about an hour, laughing, and having so much fun. As it started becoming dark, her expression became serious, and a little bit sad. She whispered to me, "I'm sorry you couldn't find your scarf. Here, have mine, and always remember me when you wear it." I thought it was a joke at first, her serious tone, and for a few moments, I couldn't accept it. But, her face remained serious. I hesitantly reached for it, and wrapped it around my neck, and when I was about to leave, I looked back at her. She seemed sad, but just for a moment, so I thought I imagined it. When I walked home, my father stood by the door of our home, with my scarf in hand. I awkwardly squeezed past him, and walked into my room. I wondered why my friend was acting so depressed and weird. I would soon find out.
My family had made a long trip to my relative's house. It had been at least a month since I had seen my friend. I wore her scarf often, although not nearly every day. When I returned, I ran to her home, anxious to tell her all about my trip. I knocked on the door, and after waiting a few minutes, her mom walked out. Tears were streaming down her face, and I tilted my head curiously. She looked to the ground and said, " She passed last night. The doctors said she would have at least a year. They lied to us, and now she's gone." It took a few minutes for the news to sink in. I looked down, and muttered one word, "No." I turned around slowly sprinted home. Tears rolled down my face, and felt feelings I had never felt before. She was my only friend, and now she was gone. I had nothing to remember her by, until I remembered the last things she said to me. I had her scarf. Her red,white, and purple scarf. I wouldn't crumble, I would be strong, like she wanted me to be. I would never forget her. Since, that day, I have worn that scarf, no matter how hot outside. I just need to be close to her.

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Renn

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Male

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"Come Out! We Know your Home!!!!" A loud male voice bellowed and shook the made-do house almost to crumbles, inside was a panicked family with a newborn brown bundle of fur rapped up in a thick scarf; silently crying. "What are we gonna do?" The male whispered, "we have to protect him!" The female said in a hushed tone.
-BANG- -BANG- -CRASH-
The loud noise ecoed through home and loud stomps shook the ground, "Hurry Go! I'll hold them off! Save the baby!" The father yelled as the loud slamming of boots came around the corner...
The female took no time and ran out the window with the baby Viscetling in her arms...
-BANG-
A loud gunshot was heard...She looked down on the confused baby boy, she looked up to see a large tree with a three windows and a door, "This will have to do..." She put down the baby in regret and in pain on the front door of the wooden house.
"Good bye my little Renn..."
She backed away from the baby and ran away from the house...
"HEY YOU JERKS!!! COME GET ME!!!!" I screamed at the hunters as they found me. I started to run with all my might to get away from them and the baby.
-BANG-
A Painful shock hit my knee, rippling pain shot up my spine. I push forward but alas...
I fall...
The hunters came up to me.
"Goodnight..."
-BANG-
And everything faded to black.

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"So what happened to my mum, Willow?" Renn asked, "She was a great mother... Hey! Do you have your scarf?" Willow questioned the baby vicsetling, "Yea why?" Renn said and snuggled his muzzle into the scarf, "Because when you wear it, your mum will protect you...

[smol ken]

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Endless Stream

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Iwashako Patorijji - Japanese, meaning " Chukar Partridge " <:D

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Male, heterosexual

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[ OH MY GOD I LOVE THE SCARF AHHHHHHHH IT LooKs LIke HIs TiE ]

" Are you still studying about birds and scientific stuff in there? "
" I'm almost done, just let me finish! " Iwashako snapped, trying to improve his knowledge about ornithology and pathology. He closed up his book, and looked out of his room, spotting his parents.
" Why do you always take so long in there? " His mother asked, furious about him staying cooped up in his little den all day long.
" Do you know how likely it is for you to actually go into becoming a doctor, or a scientist, or whatever... I can't even keep up anymore! " Iwashako rolled his eyes, just as his father happened to look over at him.
" Iwashako, don't you roll your eyes at your mother! " He roared.
" B-but I didn't! " He pleaded.
" Don't give me that nonsense! " His father growled, raising his paw, slapping his own child across the face. Iwashako rolled back, facing away from his father, holding in his tears from the pain, as a large, pink mark was imprinted into his skin, visible, as a large patch of fur had been missing from his ' parents' ' neglect and abuse.
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Iwashako paced around his room, right after eating with his ' parents. ' Of course, they weren't his real parents. His real parents had been killed, a long, long, time ago. These were his wealthy, snobby guardians, who neglected him daily.
As Iwashako delved deep into his thoughts, he heard footsteps outside, so he stopped walking, to listen, fearing that his parents would punish him for some, ridiculous reason, like not eating that half-a cherry he had left from dinner.
He listened, as the footsteps got closer, until they stopped.... But who was walking around here this late? It was well passed dark, and -
His thoughts were interrupted once again, but this time, by a strange chuking noise.
" What...? " He whispered, as he crouched near the hedge-wall that made up one side of his room, and slowly crawled through the leaves and branches. As he encountered the other side, a large Chukar Partridge was sitting, with a multicoloured scarf in its talons. The partridge looked around, and chukked again, and another partridge hopped out of a nearby bush, and sat next to the male partridge.
" They must be a mates.... " He whispered under his breath, carefully observing the birds. He watched them, as the two kept chuking at eachother, seeming to have a nice conversation - when about four hatchlings hopped out of the same bush their mother had been in, and sat around the two larger birds. Iwashako smiled, as the male stared up at the Viscet. Iwashako looked closer, at the father, and frowned. The partridge looked like it had a very sad past....
" Like me.... " He thought, until the partridge seemed to smile up at him. The large bird picked up the scarf in its beak, and hopped towards the Viscet, dropping it at his paws, and fleeing back to the bush with the rest of his family.
The Viscet picked up the scarf, and wrapped it around his neck, thinking,
" He may have been sad in the past, but now he must be happy. He has a family, and even four kids.... " The Viscet smiled, a small tear running down his face,
" My future will be better, too. "

Personality;;

Because of his past, Iwashako comes off as edgy and rude, but if you get to know him and become his friend, he can be a lot kinder, compared to how he acts towards other people. Iwashako can often be seen snapping out towards other Viscets, but he is most often caught yelling at Visclings, as he threatens them that,

I'll turn you into my next experiment if you don't behave!

He also tends to seem robust, like the partridge he is named for, and loves to excercise, eat healthy, drink lots of water, and stay healthy.

I'm sorry if he represents the character too much, I just thought it would be nice to do since on Anghel Higure, no one did it like the character, so I thought 'why not?' ;3; Kazuaki or Yuuya would be cool to see
Overall, really nice work, I really like him, and the scarf was such a great idea oml

[vulpes vulpes]

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mark

[Galaxy~Nova]

Username;; galaxy~nova
Name;; Aspen
Gender;; male
Where did they get their scarf/why did they keep it?;; Hey, I'm Aspen, and I'm going to tell you how I got my scarf. It all started a few years back. I was walking home from my friend's, who's house I had left early. She had a bad headache, so I decided I would leave. The next day, I realized my favorite scarf, a black and blue one, had gone missing. I had it yesterday, so I naturally assumed it would be at her house. I walked over, and her mother answered me. I greeted her politely before asking, " I believe that I left my scarf here yesterday. Perhaps, you have seen it?" Her mom looked tired, but smiled back, " I'll go look for it, come on in." My friend came walking into the room. She looked tired, and sickly, but I made no comment. She beckoned me towards her with her tail, and we walked together towards her mom. She was throwing things every where, looking for my scarf, and when we entered the room, she looked at me, and said, " I'm sorry, but I don't think it's in here." I must of looked crestfallen, because my friend offered to talk with me. We went to her sleeping area, and we talked for about an hour, laughing, and having so much fun. As it started becoming dark, her expression became serious, and a little bit sad. She whispered to me, "I'm sorry you couldn't find your scarf. Here, have mine, and always remember me when you wear it." I thought it was a joke at first, her serious tone, and for a few moments, I couldn't accept it. But, her face remained serious. I hesitantly reached for it, and wrapped it around my neck, and when I was about to leave, I looked back at her. She seemed sad, but just for a moment, so I thought I imagined it. When I walked home, my father stood by the door of our home, with my scarf in hand. I awkwardly squeezed past him, and walked into my room. I wondered why my friend was acting so depressed and weird. I would soon find out.
My family had made a long trip to my relative's house. It had been at least a month since I had seen my friend. I wore her scarf often, although not nearly every day. When I returned, I ran to her home, anxious to tell her all about my trip. I knocked on the door, and after waiting a few minutes, her mom walked out. Tears were streaming down her face, and I tilted my head curiously. She looked to the ground and said, " She passed last night. The doctors said she would have at least a year. They lied to us, and now she's gone." It took a few minutes for the news to sink in. I looked down, and muttered one word, "No." I turned around slowly sprinted home. Tears rolled down my face, and felt feelings I had never felt before. She was my only friend, and now she was gone. I had nothing to remember her by, until I remembered the last things she said to me. I had her scarf. Her red,white, and purple scarf. I wouldn't crumble, I would be strong, like she wanted me to be. I would never forget her. Since, that day, I have worn that scarf, no matter how hot outside. I just need to be close to her.

[SilverSamurai]

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[Painted~Wolf]

Painted~Wolf

Janelle

Male

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Janelle is very disorganized, and constantly living in distress. It's all part of his Obsessive Compulsive Disorder he has to live with. More is explained in "His Scarf."
Besides the fact that Janelle hoards items, he has a calm and healthy personality. He's very hardworking and meticulous. He likes to learn and practice new skills.
Because of his OCD, his social life isn't as active as it used to be. He's not very friendly and doesn't like to trust others. Shy and sensitive are also some traits of his.
He's often very tense and can be dramatic. Janelle tends to procrastinate and has difficulties making decisions.

Janelle has an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, causing his life to be full of distress and fear. The disorder that's threatening his normal way of life is his Hoarding Behavior.
Janelle is constantly collecting things to fulfill his lack of protection and comfort he desires.
Not only does he collect items to make him feel a false security, but he is in a state of perpetual "just in case I need this," so he keeps anything he thinks can be useful in the future, which is piratically everything he sees.
There's not much he can do about this behavior, but there is something that loosens the tension in his disrupted social life. It's his scarf that he constantly keeps around him. The warmth and comfort it brings prevents Janelle collecting more objects. It gives him the emotional stability that his mind has created a gap for. That's why Janelle keeps the scarf.

Janelle found his scarf alongside a water beaten fence that was once white. It was blowing in the light evening breeze. As soon as he spotted it, the thought of "that could become useful some day" entered his mind. That was what first urged him to grab the abandoned and colorful scarf. He also enjoyed the colors.
He took it back to his stash and recounted every item he had already collected. Everything seemed to still be there, but several more times, Janelle counted to make sure. The repeated process temporarily relieved Janelle's contained stress and anxiety.
Janelle placed the scarf upon the top of the pile of what anyone else would see as junk.
Again, Janelle examined his items. This time, he noticed something was missing. Somehow he had missed it before.
Frantically, Janelle scoured through his hoard in search of that one single and specific item. Without it, he felt as though a piece of him was gone as well.
Assorted objects and trash was tossed around while Janelle continued to search for the missing object.
While things collapsed in the unsorted piles, Janelle was unaware of the events occurring around him.
That was when the scarf had landed softly around his neck once a box tipped over.
Janelle's frantic search for the item was forgotten and he felt at ease again. His anxiety was relaxed and no longer did Janelle have the constant need for a sense of security.
For once, he felt normal again.

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