Username:
§~ѕραяяσωƒєαтнєя~§
Viscet name:
Saraph ("burning one" or "serpent" in Hebrew)
Viscet gender:
Male
Where does this Viscet live and why?:
Saraph was once a nomad of the desert who used to travel from place to place. However, instead of obtaining the solitude he desired, he travelled with the members of his native Tribe because he believed he would have a better chance of survival if he travelled with others. Eventually, Saraph considered settling down instead of moving from place to place. So, he finally left the Tribe he had travelled with and settled down in a small, bustling trading village. It took a while for him to adjust to the busy life. Saraph was accustomed to the cool, quiet evenings in an oasis his caravan had chosen to settle in for the night. The sounds were usually quiet and peaceful; the wind whispered through the date palms, the tents rippled as the air currents passed through, the hushed murmuring of a few fellow Tribe members in nearby tents wove its way towards his tent, and the ocassional soft sound of an animal could be heard. In the village, however, there was always a various selection of loud noises. During the day, it seemed like hundreds of people passed through the town, shouting out prices for their goods and chattering amongst each other. Many children in the streets caused a raucous. Animals from several parts of the world called out in their own languages. The sounds of wooden carts, crates, strange-looking items being moved, and other sounds created by the constant transportation of items filled in the gaps of silence there could have been, so that the noises in the town were constant. Even at night there could be yelling, animals noises, clashing, or any other odd noise. Despite these annoyances, Saraph admits that he now loves his village. The rhythm of the small town makes him feel at home. Waking up every morning and strolling down the streets filled with exotic objects has become one of his beloved habits.