[VAALRAVN]

user -
Eovlix

name -
Garrett

gender -
Male

hobby / pastime -
Garrett is a master thief

bio -
Garrett is a cynical and jaded loner who spends the vast majority of his time by himself. He has very few friends and prefers it that way, trusting a scant amount of people with information on his private life. He treats new people with anything from curt mistrust to outright hostility. Because of his distant attitude, most who do not know him find him sinister in appearance and demeanour. Despite this and his profession as a career criminal, Garrett is not callous and is capable of feeling guilt for his actions. He has a razor sharp wit, often remarking on events with sarcasm. He seems to reserve his sense of humour for himself and his close associates. Garrett could be considered a consummate professional. He is solely devoted to his profession, spending all his time and effort on larceny and honing his skills as a thief into an art. For Garrett, thievery is a form of freedom from the bonds of society and law. It is a central part of his identity; he steals because he's the best there is and he values his professional reputation. Garrett will often pass on jobs if they are too easy or do not involve proper thievery, while pursuing marks without commission if tempted with alluring challenge or reward. He views himself as a devoted thief and refuses to be something he perceives as lesser, be it an assassin or a grave robber. He finds needless death or collateral damage pragmatically abhorrent, viewing it as unprofessional and brings unneeded attention to his job. Anytime he is not on a heist, he's planning the next one. What time Garrett uses for recreation he spends maintaining the clock tower he lives in as well as maintenance on his equipment. He also has both a personal and professional appreciation for fine art and craftsmanship. He is shown to collect rare and priceless items for his own personal collection, ranging from jewellery, paintings, or rare curios of unique historical significance. Garrett is capable of forming friendships with those that have demonstrated they are worthy of his trust, though he still maintains a level of distance from them.

[shishou]

Username;;DayMoon123
Name;;Zakuri
Gender;;Male
Bio;;"Well..for starters, lets say that a certain someone threw me out of their house, because they said I reminded them of some cannibalism and fire tribe. My mom didn't agree with what my master did, so every night she would bring me food, warmth, and water. For the next month, I don't know why my mom never came back until one certain night, our master found out what my mom was doing so he threw out my mom aswell, but she didn't make it all I saw was her fur. Tears and tears was all that was coming out of me, I had to do something, so at 3 am or whatever you humans call it, I sneeked inside the house stole some of his meat, and took a backpack with me to store, meat and water the next thing I did was, what needed to be done. My master was sleeping perfect I set up a small fire alarm near him, wcich is extremely loud, I triggered it on, and it started to go on, the human yelled and saw me running, I wasn't about to loose until, I bumbed into a rescuer. He looked at surprised and I looked at him terrified, he then looked up seeing my master aboit to throw something at me...I can't tell you the rest it too long, all I know is that Im living with my new master, my rescuer, who is what they call a volcanic scientist, living with a volcanic scientist is pretty dangerous but I dont mind, all I want is to be safe."

[steamplonk]

☂ u s e r n a m e ☂
Cinemacat
☔ n a m e ☔
Fley
☀ g e n d e r ☀
agender
☁ b i o / h o b b y ☁
Fley is obsessed with the weather. By obsessed, I mean it's literally their life. They dream of becoming a meteorologist.
GIANT WIP

[Galaxy~Nova]

Username;;Galaxy~nova
Name;; Max
Gender;;male
Bio/hobby;; Max is constantly on the move, stealing from the rich and unaware. He swares that he only takes what he needs, but he is known for lying.

[9-9-999]

Username;;
9-9-999
Name;;
Empire
Gender;;
male
Bio;;

Here, just read this story and you'll get it.

Seven years ago...

Ashes danced from the ground as a young Empire laid in the rubble, a helpless squeak coming form him as he squirmed under the fallen tree. The you X one squirmed and writhed under the log, trying in vain to free his trapped tail and leg. His puny claws scrapped against the soot which caused the ash to drift into the air and onto his nose. The viscling sneezed and released another helpless noise. Behind him, the dark silloutte of a wolf approached him. The large creature sniffed at the log before digging near the visclings hindlegs, loosening the packed in dirt and ash and freeing Empires leg. Promtly, he squirmed and wiggled his way out from under the log, before rolling and flailing out on the warm ground, his breath coming out in pathetic pants. The wolf jumped the log with ease and gazed down at the viscling before picking him up carefully in its jaws and walking deeper into the woods.

Present day

Everything fell silent as the deer stepped from its forest sanctuary into the broad meadow to graze. Down wind, Empire stood, his nose dipped down as he surveyed the deer ahead of him, a pack of wolves waiting for his command. A large wolf walked and stood beside him, watching the deer with drool dripping from its mouth. It looked at Empire anxiously, wondering why the command was not given. It was then that the herd slowly existed their shelter and began to graze, at the heart of it, perhaps the biggest stag either had seen. Empire flicked his ear and dashed off, rounding about the herd to get closer to the stag. The pack of wolves branched around before rushing the herd. Panicked, the deer sprinted in every direction, the stag running straight toward Empire. The hunt was completed with a single crashing blow.

Later that night, Empire laid beside the den of his adoptive father, lapping at his paws to sooth the burning feeling they gained when he ran too fast or grabbed something too hard. The large wolf approached him before laying beside him and licking his ears. Empire let out a satisfied grunt and nuzzled the wolf in appreciation. In his time away from other viscets, Empire had learned instincts foreign to him, some savage and merciless, others full of content and happiness. He could not speak to other viscets, his few encounters with them ended in awkward separation, and he was rather protective of a small toy he had found four years ago, that he named through a hefty grunting noise. Though his pack was not a natural one for a Viscet, they had accepted him as one of their own, and gave him a name that meant Fire Born. No, it was not Empire, as Empire is more of a nickname. His name, is Tsuktawoizee, the Viscet raised by wolves and born from fire.

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[gold]

mark

[SilverSamurai]

Username;;
9-9-999
Name;;
Empire
Gender;;
male
Bio;;

Here, just read this story and you'll get it.

Seven years ago...

Ashes danced from the ground as a young Empire laid in the rubble, a helpless squeak coming form him as he squirmed under the fallen tree. The you X one squirmed and writhed under the log, trying in vain to free his trapped tail and leg. His puny claws scrapped against the soot which caused the ash to drift into the air and onto his nose. The viscling sneezed and released another helpless noise. Behind him, the dark silloutte of a wolf approached him. The large creature sniffed at the log before digging near the visclings hindlegs, loosening the packed in dirt and ash and freeing Empires leg. Promtly, he squirmed and wiggled his way out from under the log, before rolling and flailing out on the warm ground, his breath coming out in pathetic pants. The wolf jumped the log with ease and gazed down at the viscling before picking him up carefully in its jaws and walking deeper into the woods.

Present day

Everything fell silent as the deer stepped from its forest sanctuary into the broad meadow to graze. Down wind, Empire stood, his nose dipped down as he surveyed the deer ahead of him, a pack of wolves waiting for his command. A large wolf walked and stood beside him, watching the deer with drool dripping from its mouth. It looked at Empire anxiously, wondering why the command was not given. It was then that the herd slowly existed their shelter and began to graze, at the heart of it, perhaps the biggest stag either had seen. Empire flicked his ear and dashed off, rounding about the herd to get closer to the stag. The pack of wolves branched around before rushing the herd. Panicked, the deer sprinted in every direction, the stag running straight toward Empire. The hunt was completed with a single crashing blow.

Later that night, Empire laid beside the den of his adoptive father, lapping at his paws to sooth the burning feeling they gained when he ran too fast or grabbed something too hard. The large wolf approached him before laying beside him and licking his ears. Empire let out a satisfied grunt and nuzzled the wolf in appreciation. In his time away from other viscets, Empire had learned instincts foreign to him, some savage and merciless, others full of content and happiness. He could not speak to other viscets, his few encounters with them ended in awkward separation, and he was rather protective of a small toy he had found four years ago, that he named through a hefty grunting noise. Though his pack was not a natural one for a Viscet, they had accepted him as one of their own, and gave him a name that meant Fire Born. No, it was not Empire, as Empire is more of a nickname. His name, is Tsuktawoizee, the Viscet raised by wolves and born from fire.

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congrats!

[augestines]

aweee congratz!! <33

[Hail.]

Ayye! Congrats on your first Viscet!

[9-9-999]

. . . *sreeches* did I just?!?!?! AAAHHHHHHH I GOT ONE!!!! YAAAASSSSSSSS

THANK YOU!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!! LOOK AT DAT GRUMPY LITTLE FACE!!!!!!