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Alacris
[al]-[ah]-[criss]
"alacris" is a Latin word meaning: cheerful, spirited, quick

for the previous four years Alacris has gone by Deimos, a name he earned in the gladiator ring
Deimos is a minor Greek god of terror who often accompanied Ares into warfare


male


demiromantic pansexual
[slight preference to males]


For four years Alacris has been nothing more than a bloody gladiator.

He was captured by humans when he was still a viscling, brought to a city that was wreathed with the heavy stench of smog and taught to fight. Those early days are all but forgotten to him now; vaguely Alacris remembers the innate fear of never having enough food, enough shelter, enough comfort, of having to face other viscets in the ring who cared little for his meager size or age. He eventually found his footing in the arena and became so well known that his opponents took to calling him what his owner did; Deimos, god of terror, of mindless panic.

Alacris frequently fights three times a week, although this number changes depending on the greed of his master or the viscets who had been shipped in to stand against him. He finds no particular joy in fighting or the violence of his life; rather he satisfies himself with the quiet moments in between, the sliver of sky he can see through a crack in his cell, the quiet patter of rain to soothe his aches and pain with gentle fingertips.

Lately Alacris has laid upon the stone floor of his cell and dreamt of leaving. Dreamt of the woods he remembered from his childhood, of the sound of birds, of the smell of dirt and morning dew. He thinks often of escaping and has just begun to gather what he needs to leave, beneath the noses of the humans who monitor and control them.


Before The Eyes of Storytelling Girls by Anaïs Mitchell
[YouTube link here]

Mama, mama, be with me
With the music in your breast
In your glittering evening dress
And the white flag in your fist trembling

solemn || maverick || headstrong || rigid
Alacris struggles to remember who he was a child. He has been shaped by his exertions in the ring; he is far more quiet than he remembers, more solemn. He does not speak up often and when he does it is frequently condescending and dismissive. Alacris makes no attempts towards cultivating friendships with the other viscets because he knows eventually either they will lose or be sold to a competing ring and he will never see them again. Still, sometimes the other viscets attach themselves to him, no doubt in an effort to find some semblance of normality in their lives or perhaps even in an attempt to discover some safety. Alacris is respected by those viscets who are homed with him and left alone; those that used to antagonize him learned a long time ago that Alacris would not tolerate such things. He does as he wants and can only be provoked into doing what he is told to via punishment; and despite repeated exposure to such punishment the humans have not managed to wear his headstrong persona down that all much. He stills fights them on things, four years after his arrival.

He does not like change and divides himself from any viscet who attempts to change something about the system of their lives, for he understands its danger and the stupidity of talking loudly of their plans. Still, that does not mean Alacris does not think of escape himself; he thinks of it often in fact, in small wistful moments, in the breaths between one fight and the next while the blood on his fur dries and before the hungry cries of the people in the stands begin anew. Alacris is restless when he's out of the ring or left without a match for too long; although he generally dislikes what he must do to other viscets the fights allow him an outlet for his manic energy that is built up from his long captivity indoors. The cell he lives in is so narrow that he can scarcely pace to one end and the next and what he does that until he feels almost crazy with it some nights, wearing a soft groove into the cement floor that his feet slot into without a hitch. In battle Alacris is exceedingly merciful; he will put extend a fight for the pleasure of the humans nor extend another viscet's agony. He is something of a bleeding heart though he would never admit it.


➣ none of the viscets that he is imprisoned with know his real name; he is called Deimos by friends and
enemies alike
➣ in fact he hears the name "Alacris" so infrequently that sometimes he will say it aloud to himself in
his cell after a battle simply to remember the sound of the word
➣ has some physical trauma from his life, namely a number of scars on his forelegs and neck
➣ sustained some blindness in his left eye from a concussive hit that ruined some nerves behind his
eye; he can still see via his left eye but his vision is very unfocused and weak
➣ when he was long his short tail often unbalanced him and made walking on his hind legs veritably
impossible; as an adult he understands that the short tail and subsequent lighter weight lends him a
speed on all fours that his peers cannot hope to match
➣ he can see the color red most clearly, but his favorite color is blue
➣ the quote at the top of his form is a Latin phrase that means "even in paradise I am there" referring
to death being a consistent presence that no one can escape
➣ the quote at the bottom of his form is also a Latin phrase and means "we who are about to die
salute you". it is usually considered to be the line gladiators would say to the emperor before entering
the arena
➣ Alacris can speak and read Latin, one of the few things his parents succeeded in teaching him before
he was taken
➣ prefers walking on all four legs rather than his hind legs, as his balance is not exact and without a tail
never will be. walking on all fours for so long has substantially strengthened his shoulders and front legs
➣ Alacris' mother gave him the necklace he so loyally wears when he was but a viscling




It's snowing. Alacris knows that it has not snowed for a long time but he cannot explain exactly how he knows this, only that he knows. Wisps of the cold wriggle its way into his cell, snowflakes blown down to thin through slender cracks in the stone wall, each flake touching his fur with a quiet kiss of departure. He does not mind the cold so much anymore; the hall grows quiet in the winter and it is early enough today that the only viscet he can clearly hear is the male across the hall from him who sings as loud as they possibly can.

Alacris readjusts himself on the floor and watches the snow come in with somber eyes. It is only after monitoring the procession of winter that an idea comes very suddenly to him and he leaps to all fours to scramble across the short lunge of floor, balancing precariously on his hind legs to press his eye to the hole in the wall. He's right; the crack has worsened since he investigated it last in a considerate hope that he could widen it enough to pass through himself. Perhaps it is the cold, or perhaps the wall sustained a hit of some kind from a scuffle in the dining hall; whatever has occurred the opening is now large enough for Alacris to pass his entire leg through, and that is all he needs.

The entirety of the morning he digs. He digs past the burn of exhaustion in his muscles, past the heaving breaths and the stinging eyes. He uses clever twists of his leg to pull rock in towards him, to force the hole wider, wider still. The wind sweeps in on his face and chest with bellows of snow but he forgets the cold as well and thinks only of what he can see past the snow, if he squints his eyes and turns his snout towards the sun; the narrowest sliver of blue sky, fragmented by clouds pregnant with snow and a weak sun, but that piece is enough. Alacris has dreamed of the sky for four years, and it is as sweet a sight as he remembered it.

He must stop when it comes time for breakfast to feed at his door, where the humans slot meals in so as to keep their fingers. He finishes quickly, waits impatiently for the humans to leave, and then returns to the crack. It is wide enough now that Alacris can slide his shoulder into it, nearly the barrel of his chest; he digs frantically now, understanding that if he were to be caught at this point it would mean death. When footsteps pass his door he stops completely, breathing heavily through his mouth, his paws gone senseless with cold. The moment the man leaves Alacris resumes digging.

In its entirety it takes him three hours to widen the hole enough to just barely squeeze through. The rock scrapes his shoulders as he heaves, pushing stubbornly with his back legs, ignoring the pain of the cuts on his back from the rough-hewn stone and focusing instead on the sky, a glimpse of it just right there, cast in an ivory light from the snow. He thinks, I can withstand anything only to stand below that one more time.

When finally he spilled onto the dirt on the far side he had to forcibly stop himself from laughing. The snow was cleaner out here somehow, crisper, whisked around Alacris' feet with teasing bursts from the wind. The smells seemed sharper, his eyes seemed more focused; when he lurched to his feet the sensation of loose soil beneath his paws was enough to make him shake. Alacris had never been able to plan this far ahead because he had never seen this part of the compound first hand and so he abandoned all relics of his plan and simply began to run.

It was not precisely the graceful escape he had imagined but it was something and--there was a rope around his back ankle suddenly, a chafing rub and then a jerk that tore him to his paws but Alacris twisted onto his back and kicked his foot free in the same movement, snarling. He had gotten quick in the arena, more clever than he had once been and in between one blink and the next he was already back up on his feet. The human reached for his rope again and Alacris ran to the left, dodging the second throw only barely, kicking his feet up higher when he realized he was moving faster than the man could hope to catch.

Alacris wasted nearly ten minutes scouring the far concrete wall in search of a door and finally found one, a small hole created by the removal of a half dozen bricks, perhaps some gesture to build something new or lost during bringing a new viscet in. This hole needed far less work than the first and in a breath he was outside. For a moment his freedom was so surreal that he stopped, breathing hard, a fierce smile turning up the corners of his mouth. This was what he remembered, the colors, the trees, the sharp scent of winter.

Behind him a siren began, a puerile wailing that became louder and more focused. Alacris cast a look behind his shoulder, grinned, and ran for the treeline with a singing emotion welling up in his chest. Alacris had been quiet for four years, grave and silent and yet now, twining his shadow among the long shadows of the trees he threw back his head and screamed. It felt good. It felt powerful. And with his head tipped back he could see the sky and that felt good too. The sirens rose in pitch and Alacris screamed louder, thrilling at the noise, at the vibration in his throat.

As he turned to run farther into the woods he said aloud, "I am Alacris, and I am free."

[magpiemochi.]

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[elliott.]

All I know at the end of the day
Is you want what you want and you say what you say
And you'll follow your heart even though it'll break
Sometimes
All I know at the end of the day
Is you love who you love, there ain't no other way
If there's something I've learnt from a million mistakes
You're the one that I want at the end of the day

Name: Akarusa (light (as in glowing) in Japanese)
Nickname: Aka
Gender: Male
Personality:
Akarusa, or Aka, tends to stick away from people. Traveling on the outskirts of town instead of in the bundle of people, he tends to stick with himself and not with people. Not because he's shy, or anything. He'd be OK if someone walked up to him and started to speak to him. Other than that, he stays with himself and himself only. Aka gets stressed easily, causing him to cry often of stress. Just because he has no friends, doesn't mean he can't get stressed.

His Dream:
Akarusa's dream is to just travel. He wants to visit places like Sydney (Australia), London (England), Tokyo (Japan) and many other famous places, along with some not-so-familiar places. He wants to see everything, to every skyscraper to every toilet. He has already learned great things about the places. Now he just needs at least one friend to go with him and some money.
Likes:
- Cuddling
- Taking walks
- Observing people
- Animals
- Shiny/glowing things
- Staying out of sight
Dislikes:
- Blood
- Fighting that is not playful
- Ignorant People
- People Who Act Funny, but really aren't.
- Hypocrites
Greatest Hobby:
Akarusa's greatest hobby is actually crafting. He usually either buys or collect things to make jewelry. The items he uses are mostly shells, jewels, shiny objects, crystals, anything he can get his grabby paws on. He punches holes into the crystal, for example and then threads a chain or a string. He then adds a clip so they can hang on your neck. It's only like that for necklaces, the most-loved jewelry for this little fellow.

Other Hobbies:
- Bird watching
- Building
- Running

Akarusa's necklace was actually a gift from his father before Aka went to live on his own. His father, Yume, had found the glowing object while mining in a nearby cave. Instead of turning it in to the people of the mine, he snuck it out and gave it to his dear, and only, son when he went away.

Colour: This colour.
Animal: Sugar Gliders (owns one, Jackie)
Holiday: Thanksgiving
Gemstone: Aquamarine
(Teaching) Subject: English
Stereotype: Hipster

When the sun goes down I know that you and me and everything will be alright
And when the city's sleeping
You and I can stay awake and keep on dreaming
You and I can stay awake and keep on dreaming

[koegami]

nope nope as much as it pains me i need to drop out ;u;

[Fox,]

ahhh, yes, the promised pokemon. very well done, marking to see who wins this beauty
edit;; I love how formal I sounded there ^^
if you need any viscets for relationships+such, pm me! will probably only help one of you, but good luck to all (3

[*Shiveren*]

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Name Meaning: The seat of a Bishop
Height: 7FT 6
Weight: 800 pounds
Age: 24
Sound of Voice: Very high-pitched and squeaky, yet not annoyingly so.
Body Build: Slim, elegant, yet strong.

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*****
“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

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Gender: female

Sexuality: Bisexual
leaning more towards females

Likes:
Heat
spicy foods
Bright Sunlight
Shiny objects
collecting Gems
The Ocean
Putting on makeup, especially eyeliner
impressing others
Sports that focus on coordination
The smell of rain on dirt
Lightning storms
Clothing

Dislikes: Winter
Cold
Your tongue sticking to ice
The sounds of a skidding car
Stressed people
Needing to rush
Working hard for no reward
Breaking one of her Gems
Pain

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“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”
― Marilyn Monroe

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Personality: Kathedra is a very
anti-social young Viscet.
She hates worrying
about others
and tries her best
to avoid contact.
Friends mean almost
nothing to her,
she thinks of them as
background noise.
She has crazy mood
swings which
usually result in her
breaking items.
For these reasons, she has
many enemies
who despise her.
She loves spending time
with newly-hatched
Visclings because they
do not judge her.
She is very aware of the
thoughts and opinions of others
and can detect any subtle
change in body language.
She is a very
mysterious girl,
most people know
nothing about her.
She keeps to
herself and
expects you to
do the same.
Don't ever try to
breach into the touchy feely stuff,
she will shut the
subject down immediately.
Overall, Kathedra is not
someone you would
want to mess with
and many fear her.

History: When Kathedra was
still in her egg,
she heard many things that
no Vicsling should hear.
Her parents fought daily.
By the time she hatched,
her parents had split up.
This caused a lot of
mental turmoil as
she tried to find her
place in the world.
As she grew older, she learnt
to conceal her emotions.
She found this act greatly
pleased the people around her
as they did not need to
deal with her problems.
She learnt to never
trust Society,
only herself.
This is why she is
very independent,
not relying on anyone.
What she really desires is
a Viscet who she will
feel comfortable opening up to
without fear of hurting them.
She turned to her
studies to distract herself
from her personal life.
This resulted in
many good grades
yet she was not pleased.
She has tried to cover up all
the details of her life
ever since.

Favourites:
Animal: The Parrot fish
Time: 3:00 AM
Time of Day: Early morning
Season: The middle of Summer
Song: "Popular Song" By Ariana Grande
Occupation: She wants to be a
Gemstone Identifier in the mines
Person: Herself
Memory: Lying on the beach
playing with her necklace
Color: Neon blue
Smell: Pancakes with
melted butter
Food: Spicy Doritos

Hobbies: Kathedra adores
collecting and
analyzing gemstones.
This hobby fills up her
spare time and
crowds every waking thought.
Every once and a
while she will pick up a
pencil and draw whatever
is on her mind.
It helps soothe her
and calm her mind
from the details of
her private life.
The things she draws
are always innocent,
a flower or tree.
She doesn't believe in gore.

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“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
― Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

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Relationships:
Kathedra does not have many
relationships, but the ones she
has are very important to her.

Alex:
Alex is the only real Friend Kathedra has.
She has a soft voice, which relaxes this Viscet
down and helps her forget her bad day.
They enjoy going to their nearby horse
barn together and helping care for the animals.
Even if their relationship isn't really deep,
it is nice to have someone there.

Ra'Heidra:
Kathedra HATES this Viscet.
His rambunctious nature and daring
attitude gives her severe anxiety.
Whenever she sees him coming,
she immediately turns and goes
the other way. She refuses to
notice his existence. This is one
of the only people she despises,
the others she just ignores.

Q and A
Do you have any pets?
Yes, a hamster named Julie.
Any special people to you?
Absolutely not, people are too much work.
First word that comes to mind when I say "Closet"?
"Monsters" I guess
Any crushes?
Well, Kashti Rivers is quite hot...
Any Siblings?
No it's just me. I wish I had a little brother to annoy...
Which class in School is your Favourite?
I enjoy English, writing helps clear my mind.
Anything else you'd like to say?
Yeah. Go away.

Quirks:
**Constantly picks at her mane.
She does this so often that
there are bald spots behind her
ears and on the top of her head.
**Loves playing with her toes,
yet conceals this because it seems
to childish to her.
**She often gets air bubbles
in her throat,
changing the pitch of
her voice.
**Has sneezing fits
where she can have up
to 20 sneezes in a row.

Free time:
Her free time is from 6:30 AM to 8:00 AM,
then from 4:30 PM to 9:00 PM.
During that time, she enjoys to work on
her hobbies and browse the internet.
She cannot deny the fact that she
searches online dating sites,
hoping to come across someone perfect.
She has gotten closer to her Mother
over the years so sometimes reads
a book in her company,
yet they rarely exchange words.

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“That which does not kill us makes us stronger.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

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Spin the wheel of Fortune dear
Smile in the name of good cheer
There is only so much you can hide
From the gaping crowd with prying eyes
Cover up your messy hair
From sleepless nights full of despair
You can't hide it from them
Even if you want to
Everyone will know
What only you once knew

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“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
― Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles"

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[quitted;]

Arrrghh, this babe is beautiful, but I'll just be marking to watch sadly. Good luck all!

[*Shiveren*]

Are off thread forms ok?

[sweet tooth]

you said it would be pidgeotto
YOU SAID SO
marking to watch

[warlord.]

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