[ShadyBro]

Owner: X
Name: Doe
Gender: Female
Post: X

Im really diggin the simple designs lately so I figured I would get a real easy one up for yall. Let me know in the fanclub if you want to see more simple viscets!

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- Extras are fine but dont go crazy.
- One piece of art and up to 1,000 words max for any extras.
- Personality must be at least 100 words and under 500 words.
- Favorite Place needs to be a simple one sentence statement and maybe a short little paragraph explaining why.
- No major prettying. Some quotes/images/colors/ect are fine but keep it sorta simple.

Ending Date: 1/23/16

Mutations: ///None///

[*Shiveren*]

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[iBrevity]

ah how pretty, mark cx

[Macyduke]

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[9-9-999]

Username: 9-9-999
Name: Cataclysm
Gender: male
Personality:
Encouraging - Cataclysm is constantly edging others to reach their full potential and break past their limits. He has often even aided his foes with encouragement and advice.

Confident - Cataclysm is almost too confident for his own good. He goes into every situation with his head held high and a charming grin on his face. This often leads to aggression from foes, but he honestly doesn't care.

Playful - every spare moment is filled with games and joy. His favorite form is strategic games or games that involve plenty of activity and adventure. His favorite Viscet to play with is Bíra; her wild and brave spirit always bring a golden light to every game.

Spontaneous - Cataclysm is extremely hard to predict, in the rink or outside. He always seems to lead you down one path before suddenly switching around. This constantly keeps those around him on their toes and makes everyday filled with excitement.

Fearless - Cataclysm is not afraid of anything that stands in his way. He will willingly face up creatures five times his size without even reconsidering it. This can lead him to danger, but he always finds a way to get out of it in the knick of time.


Favorite Place: The fight club. Okay, okay, so it might sound odd but Cataclysm is a born boxer. No teeth, no claws, just pure strength of him against another, larger beast. It is these times that he feels most alive and free, which is very important to him.

Story time!!

Steer left. Duck! Brace and.... Launch! Cataclysm shot up like a rocket and crashed head first into the angry bear that towered over him. The bear staggered before falling back. Cataclysm stood tall, his shoulders heaving as sweat leaked down his fur. With a heavy pant, his lips curled into a smile and he reared up higher and took a deep breath of the cooler air, enjoying his victory.

The blow connected with his shoulder though the boxer didn't budge. "A bear?! A blasted bear?! Cataclysm it could have killed you!! Do you understand?!"
"Chill Calamity, I'm fine. See? Not a scratch." Cataclysm grinned boldly at his elder sister, his tail sweeping low over the ground.
"That's not the point! Your so focused on beating up whatever you see that you don't even think about what your seeing! If you were to see a rhinoceros, would you fight it?!"
"Absolutely!"
"That's my point! Do you even understand what your going up against?! Your not immortal you idiot! One day, your going to get yourself killed! Then what?! All your dreams, your hopes, your family! What happens to all of that?! Am I less important to you than a stupid record?!"
"Of course not-"
"Then stop. Please. Cataclysm, I finally found you, your my only family member... Please, I'm begging you.... Stop with the fights... We can help you find a new career... We can help you find something to love just as much..."
"Calamity. The day you found me, what was I doing?"
She hesitated slightly. "You were fighting.... You were fighting a wild dog that had tried to steal your food..."
"And what happened?"
"You beat it..."
"But I didn't kill it, and I didn't get a scratch. Calamity, this isn't about the thrill or anything like that. It's what I was born to do, this is all I've ever known! Empire is your sanctuary, just like these fights are mine. It comforts me, calms my mind. When I am in that ring, I see things so clearly.... I understand, not only my opponent, but everything else. My emotions, my problems, things to come... It's as if this veil is lifted..."
"The you risk your life for a fight."
Cataclysm sighed heavily and shook his head slowly. "It's not about that."
"All I can say is, when you die, what flowers do you want on your grave?"


The crowd was electric, buzzing with excitement as he walked powerfully to the rink. Within, a bison trotted around, snorting in anger and confusion. Cataclysm took a deep breath, held it, and released it slowly. The fight with his sister the night before haunted his mind, clouded it and pulled at his attention. A voice barked at him from the crowd and he looked at his coach, who grinned at him encouraging and said something that was lost in the noise. Cataclysm smiled slightly and slipped under the bars. He jumped slightly and shook out his forepaws and neck. When he opened his eyes, his gaze locked onto the bisons cold gaze. The two stood in momentary silence before the tension snapped and the bison plowed toward him, lowering its head as it aimed its broad horns at his chest. Cataclysm crouched, leaping up at the last second and touching the bisons back with his hind paw before landing behind it. He whipped around, then yelped in surprise as the bisons skull crashed into his side, flinging him across the ring. Startled and dazed, his mind foggy with the thoughts of a past fight and the fight before him, Cataclysm struggled to get his feet under him, only to be smashed down again by powerful horns. The bison trotted around the rink, huffing in irritation. Cataclysms muscles trembled as he struggled to stand. A sharp shrieking noise echoed through the chamber and an iron wall slammed down between the two, signaling a time out. His coach hopped over the fencing and crouched beside him, shouting words that were lost in the noise. One voice, however, rose from the rest and echoed in his ears. "Cataclysm! Cataclysm look at me!" Dazed, he slowly turned his head toward the voice, gazing into the firm eyes of Calamity. "Get up and show that beast who we are! I believe in you! I'm right here, you can do this!" A smile crept upon his face as the hazy fog that clouded his mind seemed to slowly fade away. With a grunt, he forced himself up and shook out the blows he had received. He gave a sharp nod to his coach, who vanished over the railing again, and the wall was removed. Instantly, the beast rushed him. Half a second before impact, Cataclysm bolted to the left and launched himself over the bison. By the time that it had turned to him, he was already in the air again, bracing himself as his hind paws collided with its head and slammed it down. The bison made a low grunting noise and backed away, shaking its head in confusion. It's eyes flickered about as it stumbled away. Finally, it tripped and fell. The fight was over, and he leapt from the ring.
Instantly, his sister crashed into him, rubbing his mane affectionately. "How'd you do that?" Her smile seemed to glow in the darkened room.
"It's simple. You just need to know where to hit."

[quitted;]

Username: thefartheststar
Name: Lennon (Sometimes Lenny for short).
Gender: Male

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Personality: Well, his buddies call him nutty, but he prefers the term 'diamond in the rough'. Or, 'slightly eccentric', depending on when you ask him. He has the quickest wit you'll ever see, wisecracking with quirky hilarity. Sometimes it's hard to tell if he's kidding or not... you could certainly call him a jokester. Oh, how he can light up a room when he walks in! But, there's one thing he'll never joke about; his dream, the stage. He has this inner light, the beautiful ability to make people laugh. Whether his impressions, improvisation, stand-up comedy, or just sitting with a troubled friend making them split their sides laughing. He wants to take this love to the theater, to the world. His diligent loyalty and hard work will get him there, if only courage would find it's way to his heart... or perhaps show itself, from his heart's depths. Until then, you'll find him scribbling away at his next skit, tapping his foot to the beat of his own drum.

Explained in seven words;

1. Eccentric

2. Intelligent

3. Witty

4. Funny

5. Passionate

6. Kind

7. Loyal

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Extra: A collection of quotes and a poem Lennon turns to, when in doubt, or in need of enlightenment... or perhaps to remind him of his purpose.

'Every adventure requires a first step.'
~Author Unknown

'We know what we are, but not what we may be.'
~William Shakespeare

'I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed.'
~William Shalespeare

'I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then...'
~The Chesire Cat

'I am thankful to all those who said no. It's because of them, I did it myself.
~Albert Einstein

'When things go wrong,
as they sometimes will,
when the road you're trudging,
seems all uphill,
when the funds are low,
and the debts are high,
and you want to smile,
but you have to sigh...
When care is pressing you down a bit,
rest if you must,
but don't you quit.'
~Author Unknown

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Favorite Place: In a comedy club, on a stage! Auditioning for roles, backstage with his friends, all revolving around people and acting.

[grifforik]

Username: Grifforik
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HUGE WIP

[2O16]

Username: 2o16
Name: Hallow
Gender: Male
Personality: Hallow is oen of those guys who keep themselves to themselves, just happy enough
with a tight circle of friends. He would prefer socializing with wildlife rather than oter viscets.
He is quiet and gentle, despite his hostile apperance and name. He is happiest when his nose is
stuck in an engaging story, as it wisps him away to a land that suits him more, as he prefers syfy.
Favorite Place: Under a large tree, covered in the shade. As a youngster he had spent hours upon
hours building fortresses and dens in the woodland near his birthplace, so this is where his love
of nature blooms from. Anywhere in deep woodland with a book is fine by his standards though.

[quitting,,]

aa what a cutie. qvq
possible mark !!

[tenlittlesoldierboys]

Username
tenlittlesoldierboys

Name
Tomasso [Tom]

Gender
male

Personality
Tom is a witty and cunning boy and has a great sense of humor. He loves to make people laugh and his favourite hobby is playing pranks on anyone he meets. His pranks are always good for a laugh, he'd never dare to hurt anyone with his jokes, since he is actually a very soft guy (when it comes to other people/viscets/etc), even though he tries to hide that, because he doesn't really like it if someone tries to take advantage of his niceness.
He's still no coward, though. He always acts tough, sometimes even accepting risky darings, just to prove that he's no wimp. He actually enjoys putting himself at risks, as long as nobody else could be harmed. He has a weak spot for haunted places, especially abandoned churches and sanatories, as well as catacombs and graveyards. He loves the adrenalin that pumps through his veins when he feels, hears or sees anything that could be a ghost or similar.
Tomasso is also very intelligent, he loves to learn new things, and loves to be around humans, especially ones with occupations like doctors, lawyers, priests/pastors (he finds exorcists more interesting though), scientists, professors, chefs ... just any person from whom he can learn something.

Extra - Story Time
Tomasso did not know what life had in store for him when he entered the catacombs beneath an old church outside the city of rome. His childhood friend, another Viscet, has dared him to enter the dark tunnels and to steal a bone. And because Tom didn't like it when someone was calling him a coward, he took the challange.
Entering the place was not hard. Tom has always been good in sneaking and hiding, so he managed to get down the stone steps without much trouble. The hard thing was proceeding to walk. Tomasso loves to claim that he's dauntless and brave, but the eery catacombs actually gave him the creeps. He was sure that he heard voices, whispers in the dark, but he refused to go back to the daylight without his bone.
After a while he started to feel lost. It was pretty dark, only a small torch was illuminate the path, and it also got pretty cold. At least he was close to his target - a mass grave that has only currently been dug up by humans, which meant that he hadn't to dig after a bone himself. Grabbing a little skull, from a human baby probably, he felt cold air striking his feet and almost dropped the skull again. Then he heard snickering and pitapats on the rough stone floor. Something grabbed his tail and a surprised squeak, his own one, echoed from the stone walls.
Tomasso fled from the dark chambers as fast as he could, panting heavily when reaching the light of day again. At least he didn't drop the skull!
Little did he know that down the catacombs, there sat a rat, snickering and giggling about the Viscet who just got the fright of his life.

Favorite Place

Rome
Tomasso was born and raised in an underground church in Rome. He left the city, when he grew up, but there are still so many places an things that draw him back there from time to time. Like the beautiful architecture, the pizza, the ice cream, the orange trees...