[aerofox.]

Viscet name: Asriel
Viscet gender: Female
Why does it have a tear mark on his/her cheek?: It was a birthmark, only found on the Viscet that live in the forest of Kaiju
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Asriel dwells in Kaiju, a wide, dark, glowing forest surrounded by mountains. Few other Viscets live there, in a tribe cooperating. A glowing pool in the center of the glade on the middle is sacred. All Viscets born in the forest have teardrop marking that glows and glowing markings. Rumors state that magical creatures live in the forest. The tribes live in huts, and there is absolutely no light BUT the glow of mystic leaves and mystical trees (they have swirls of glow) and echo flowers.




(Omg this viscet is beautiful and it would be sooo glad to owns her I tried very hard on this form)

[PikaPerfect]

Luminosity was born a male, and chose to stay that way! He has
never thought about becoming a transgender, but despite this
he is indifferent about sexualities and genders. He'll like you
just the way you are!


That seems to be a popular question with him, haha! No, in all
honesty it's just a marking. People seem to make a big fuss over
it because "It's brighter than his other spots!" or "It doesn't fit!".
Just because there's an odd mark on his face, it does not
automatically mean something's up. It is a queer situation that
it glows more brightly though... Who knows? Perhaps Lumin does
have some sort of mystery about him! We won't know unless we
spend more time with the cutie!


Luminosity isn't your average kid. Sure, he's young and loves
nothing more than partying, hanging out with friends, and being a
show-off with his flashiness when he turns out all the lights, but he
is actually quite sensitive. As a very young pup, he was abandoned,
or at least that's what we think. He was far too young to remember
back when it actually happened, so we had to go off of his rescuer's
account on the situation. "His rescuer", aka an employee of the
nearby bakery, had seen Luminosity's glowing fur whilst taking out
the garbage on a rainy night. Had it been any other Viscet, it
likely would have had gone unnoticed and died of hypothermia, but
Lumin's genes saved him from a horrific situation.

Anyhow, upon bringing the shivering Luminosity into the bakery,
he was warmed, played with, and
given several small chunks of bread to nibble on. He sat on the counter and
greeted customers for the rest of the night. When the shift was over,
Luminosity stayed with his savior, and in the morning they
drove to the local Viscet Shelter. Lumin was put into the shelter, but
only given 5 weeks to find a home (If you are wondering why
his savior didn't just adopt him, his apartment didn't allow pets,
plus he wasn't very responsible XD). Luminosity stayed in the
Shelter for longer than 5 weeks, much longer, in fact. His
caretakers loved his personality, and despite being so helpless and
small when he was brought to the VS, he
now appeared to be a strong and energetic ball of fun!

Skip a few months (Yes, months!), and you reach another start in Lumin's
life. By this time, Luminosity had become a regular in the Shelter.
Everyone loved him, but the employees loved him so much, that they
made him incredibly hard to get. The adoption papers were so intricate
that most Shelter-goers didn't bother trying to adopt the cutie. They
just played with him for 15 or so minutes and then left, but one day,
everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Several adopters who were finally
willing to put forth enough effort to adopt him arrived in the Shelter.

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high when you're feeling low
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credit: sen lin @ flickr
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username: con-fused
viscet name: tobias
gender: biologically male


the things we lost in the fire, fire, fire
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things we lost in the fire- bastillexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwhy does tobias have a tear mark on his cheek?

The tormentors; they crowd at the window sometimes. He watches them, brow furrowed and chin down,
from the gap in the thick, plush, velvet drapes. One presses its beaming, sugary face up to the window
and almost catches his eye. He turns away, eyes glowing furiously with annoyance. It, not discouraged,
mouths earnestly, "come... play with us!"

He narrows his eyes, and glances away again. Calmly letting the embers inside slowly smolder into fine
gray ash. He studies his frame in the old-fashioned, clunky mirror. The tear-stained cheek brings a stab
of hurt. He'd been meaning to get rid of that damn mirror anyway.

His heart thumps once. He yanks the curtains shut firmly and turns away, drawing a similar set of curtains
over the cold stone-framed mirror. He didn't want to have any reminders of the scarring pain. A single
candle sits amidst loose sheaves of papers on the sturdy wooden desk. He brushes these away and blows
out the candle. Only a trail of faint smoke is left. His head on the desk, Tobias whispers very gently, barely
moving his lips, "tomorrow. tomorrow."

Sleep comes, but no comfort. His memories grapple for her face, but only shadows and mist greet his dreams.
Banished. She is gone. Tobias' dear niece, the sparkle in his eye, is gone. Oh, here come the clouds.... The
things that were lost to the flames; the things he'll never see again.

Morning brings a cold gray sky and rain crouching behind the next corner. He goes to the mirror again, peeks
under one corner of the curtain, but his paws come to a standstill gripping the cloth, sending sharply peaked
wrinkles shuddering through the velvet. It's no matter. He sees his face reflected in the window. Panicked.
Unkempt. The tear. He tries for a weak smile and shoulders his way out the door. The children are back, no
surprise there. He doesn't exactly look at them, but he doesn't say anything either.

"good morning, Tobias..." their voices fade away as he paces into the forest. The forest is welcoming and
misty; he walks so fast he stumbles over a root. Ever so gracefully comes the fall. The mossy plants, shredded
leaves and bark, the loamy dirt, they intermingle with the mist and cool dappled shadows. Tobias lies there
for awhile with his eyes half-shut, deep shuddering breaths quickly losing their way in the tendrils of mist.
He's half-standing, now against the trunk of a tree. Stable things trees are, just so.

Here comes the sound. A mere distraction that will prove to be so much more. A dog. Coal-black, muzzle
dappled with white. Breath wheezing, movements stiff. Tobias gazes after its labored journey with a certain
unidentified emotion. He gets up, and beckons the dog forward awkwardly. He hobbles after it uncertainly
and gently, cautiously, quietly, rests a paw on its back.


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that makes us feel alive

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photograph- sam tsui & khs cover

The kids, he sees, are gone now, save a few sitting on his porch. On his porch! He passes without a word.
They know better than to try to speak. We went through that yesterday, the day before, the day before
that.... He can sense them looking at the dog now, though. He manages a small- friendly - glance in their
direction. One of them, timidly, waves. He glances at them, but doesn't make the motion back.

Sitting on his bed across from the dog, who has found itself a fine spot smack dab in the middle of his
favorite armchair, Tobias worries over what to do. The first step, he supposed, was to get acquainted. He
settles for a quick rub behind its ears before he stands up and gently pulls a curtain open. Just a crack.

He is reading by candlelight. The dog seems content lying by his feet. What was he thinking? He had no
idea. But his feet very nicely, satisfactorily, warm.

Oh, but, a viscling is here. They never dared to step within his house, but here one was, on the threshold.
Paws clasped in front of her chest. Tobias raised his eyebrows, and tried to return to his book. It was a
novel, actually....

"we just wanted to see her..."

Her. No, not her. How did they know? How did they know... her? Tobias feels like he is staring in the mirror
again- paralyzed.

"..the dog?"

The dog was a her.

"I suppose you could."

Caressing paws. Stroking fingers. Happy giggles. A warm tongue, from the dog, against a palm, a press of her
soft nose. Perhaps Tobias is not really reading his novel, for it appears to be upside down in his hands.
His eyes are valiantly struggling not to be amused. It is a battle not worth fighting.

"We should call her Princess."

Princess, then. Tobias was by their side now, paw absentmindedly on the dog's soft belly fur. Let her be the
children's princess, but she will be his Aura. His little light, here on earth again.

A tentative relationship, between him and the visclings. As long as Princess was between their souls Tobias
allowed them to be present. They played tenderly with his dog, his Aura. He played with them when he was
not otherwise occupied or tired. Tobias was at peace. He was learning.

Let's allow them around three months. Enough for the dear boy to thaw a little. For Tobias to see his niece
again, however figuratively. For the children to be allowed to hold his hand. They make these memories for
themselves...

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believe... Losing my mind... Goodbye

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goodbye/believe - louisa wendroff

Time, oh, time. It flies like a bird of the night, like deep, dark, wing-beats upon a shadowy night. Tick-tock!
There is nothing Tobias can do. He didn't even realize. No, not even after the loss of his light. There remains,
dear boy, hardship. Not even Aura, and yourself, your heart, re-imagined... can cure old age. No, we must sit
with our head bowed, and not for the last time as that.

Tobias. His head dutifully down, a teardrop echoing his cursed one. His feet on broken glass again. The
burning-drowing returns. Had it left at all, or was it sulking in the deep abysses of his body? The pain. The earth
does not know of "enough is enough." Not for Tobias. Not as he sits cradling his beautiful, beautiful, but aged,
Princess. His Aura, two-point-oh. Now only a shell on earth; a spirit up there somewhere. No comfort tonight.

In the end, it was destined that one who grows old must perish, but we must cry with him anyways.

He studies his frame in the old-fashioned, clunky mirror. The tear-stained cheek, blurry in the mirror from his
own real tears. It brings a stab of fresh, piercing, hurt. Letting the embers inside roar and blaze until it
crumbles into chokingly fine ash. When can he get rid of that damn mirror?

Days slide by, slimy and unfeeling. His papers and books lay untouched, collecting dust. The mirror confronts
his gaunt profile each morning. If only the skies would cooperate and rain, rain until the pain has been beat to
a stain on the ground. It stays, though, roaring like a river of liquid fire through his heart. Poor Tobias. He has
a little boo-boo.

The children eye him cautiously through the window. He slams the drapes shut and ignores their pleas. His eyes
glow with anger and the ever-present pain.

He lets the door slide open now. It is morning; the visclings are surprisingly absent. He bites his tongue and closes
his eyes. Very briefly.

He goes around to the back porch. The woods stand stoic, yards away. Nothing moves saves a twitch of a branch or
two. There seems to be something- lots of things - on the ground. A basket, a cake, a box of chocolates... sweaty,
hand picked, wilting dandelions. A fresh and lustrous bouquet on the other end of the porch. Cards, warm wishes, a
small rag-doll. A pile of candy. Skittles, they were called. Seemed human to him. A scarf, wrapped around a beautiful
wood carving of a dog. He winced a little, bit his lip, and kept sifting through the... gifts.

He found tears welling up in his eye. His back against his house, his smile bright for the first time in these torturous
days. He let his paws cradle these thoughtful trinkets lovingly, holding them up to his damp cheeks.

Goodbye; goodbye.

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your way... hold every memory as you go

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see you again- wiz khalifa ft. charlie puth

It was a horrific accident. Tobias couldn't save Aura, he couldn't. He could just watch his sisters's tears hit the
ground in rhythm to his own. Like the sky that cried for her, like the sky who took her unwillingly when its rain
let the stream grow, hungrily, hungry enough to take a viscling, to take Aura. He regrets. He lives on, though,
and therefore, so does she. May his little light never cease to shine. Oh, he'll tell you, and the visclings, and
the viscling's parents, and Aura, and Princess, all about it, when he sees them again.


extra- you can see songs in his playlist as they correspond to sections of this story, as well as one
additional song linked here: the monster/wake me up mashup- megan davies

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[jumu]

Viscet name:

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Zeta

Viscet gender:
Female

Why does it have a tear mark on his/her cheek?:
Zeta's favorite fictional character is one named Axel, from the Kingdom Heart series. Axel himself has a tear-shaped tattoo on the corners of both of his cheeks. Zeta wanted to be more like the ever-sarcastic Nobody, and therefore forged a tear drop on her cheek.

Theme song:

Hometown by Twenty One Pilots


O u r
h o m e t o w n ' s
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[Stårry]

Quick question, midnight eastern time or what time zone? ^w^

[Dissolve]

Quick question, midnight eastern time or what time zone? ^w^

um...I dont really know...but its 8:00 pm here so...there´s still 4 hours remaining

[dragonscales10]

~name~
Light in the Darkness
~gender~
Male
~tear mark?~
Light was born with it, he's not sure why though...
~Theme Song~
OMFG- Hello

[§~ѕραяяσωƒєαтнєя~§]

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Viscet name: Zoran (meaning "illumination")
Viscet gender: Male
Why does it have a tear mark on his cheek?:
Zoran believes that "strength comes from enduring pain." Through tears, blood, sweat, and suffering, one becomes strong, in his eyes. When Zoran was younger, he endured pain himself and lost meaningful viscets in his life. He lost his father, who just disappeared one day and never returned. He lost the love of his life as well. He even lost his old home, which he loved dearly. This caused him to be depressed for a while, but since then, he has changed. In his solitude, he found books and reading, which opened him up to the light of the world. The viscet found solace in studying healing, and decided to take responsibility for trying to help others. Now, wherever he goes, he keeps with him a reminder of the hope he was given -- a small book on remedies. In this book he was first introduced to the world of medicine in all forms, and it had given him a spark to try and do something inspiring with his life. Since the inspiration came to him, Zoran has set out and travelled many places. He specializes in not just healing, but curing of the soul and mind, and he often uses psychological techniques as his treatment methods. The tear is a reminder of what strength means to him, including his personal experiences, and now he believes it is his job to convey that message to others.
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[Dissolve]

This is now closed for judging, though it ended at midnight yesterday so if you did any edits past that time your form wont be taken into account, as wellas if it has a "wip" in there.

[Stårry]

I just edited till about 12 my time so I hope it still counts, its alright if it doesnt ^w^ Good luck everyone!