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Name;
Ezreal
Gender;
Male
Personality;
Ezreal is a charmer, anyone who talks with him has to prepare to be showered in compliments and encouragements that he fits into just about every conversation. Optimism is his middle name, and Ezreal believes that everyone has some good under whatever guise they put up. Despite his beautiful armor, which grants him the appearance of a fighter, he has never actively fought back against anyone. Rather, he acts as a shield for the weak, taking blows until the enemy exhausts themselves. He travels a set route through many villages, ready to jump in and protect those who need it. Ezreal does his best to keep from offending anyone and everyone, which leads to an excessive amount of apologizing. He is constantly backtracking on his words and forgetting just exactly what the conversation they're having was about. His lightheaded, carefree lifestyle makes him a very likable viscet. Of course, everyone has their drawbacks. Ezreal is quick to trust, and slow to realize if he's being set up. Despite the many times he has been attacked, Ezreal strongly believes in second chances, and thinks that just about anyone can turn their life around. He focuses heavily on rehabilitating those who have fought with him, and always offers to nurse wounded warriors from either side of a skirmish.
Extras;;
Glory is Earned; Not Won.
Ahaha I tried to animate
(Special guest appearance by viscet #666, 'Nightman')
Name;
Ezreal
Gender;
Male
Personality;
Ezreal is a charmer, anyone who talks with him has to prepare to be showered in compliments and encouragements that he fits into just about every conversation. Optimism is his middle name, and Ezreal believes that everyone has some good under whatever guise they put up. Despite his beautiful armor, which grants him the appearance of a fighter, he has never actively fought back against anyone. Rather, he acts as a shield for the weak, taking blows until the enemy exhausts themselves. He travels a set route through many villages, ready to jump in and protect those who need it. Ezreal does his best to keep from offending anyone and everyone, which leads to an excessive amount of apologizing. He is constantly backtracking on his words and forgetting just exactly what the conversation they're having was about. His lightheaded, carefree lifestyle makes him a very likable viscet. Of course, everyone has their drawbacks. Ezreal is quick to trust, and slow to realize if he's being set up. Despite the many times he has been attacked, Ezreal strongly believes in second chances, and thinks that just about anyone can turn their life around. He focuses heavily on rehabilitating those who have fought with him, and always offers to nurse wounded warriors from either side of a skirmish.
Extras;;
Glory is Earned; Not Won.
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My mind was still reeling from everything that had happened. I can't believe they wanted me to perform the rite. Sure, I was the fastest mountain climber of the tribe, but...why me? All of this was for...what, some creature I've never seen to maybe get some legendary thing. Even though nobody had EVER brought anything back...
Well...I mean...they did this every five years, and this was the second rite in my lifetime. Maybe there really is something? There were legends of a mighty sword...and before that a scrying orb. But...if the legends were true, their tribe would still have those things! Right...? Legends are weird. I guess all I could do was hope for the best!
It took a while, but eventually I made it to the top. Unfortunately, they didn't give me a map or anything. I had no clue where the rite was supposed to take place! Or what the rite was for that matter. The elders just said that if I was chosen, I would find it. Most of my time up there was spent collecting berries and nesting material. I was supposed to stay there for the night. No big deal. Surviving just comes naturally for me.
After gathering the supplies, I decided I might as well start looking for something that stood out. There had to be some relic or something, right? Something magic-looking? The sun hadn't set, and I needed to make the most of my time! If there was a chance I could find an item of legend, I wouldn't find it by hanging around my campsite and stuffing my face!
The terrain was ridiculous to navigate; dull brown rocks were stacked on top of each other, which eventually gave way to some trees. There were an uncountable amount of cliffs and dips, and plain straw-colored mountain grass blew around in the gale-force winds.
I scanned the dull mix of browns and greens, feeling the cold air sharp in my lungs as I set out on my search, looking high and low for any clue as to where I was supposed to be going.After a few hours, I finally found something shining just down at the mouth of a cave, carved into a steep cliffside. I could do this. I could do it. I put paw under paw, breathing in tired gasps as I tried to solve this mystery. I was almost there! But, it just took a second for the ground to give way beneath my feet! I was careening down the hill, stumbling as I struggled to right myself, catching glimpses of the cave getting further and further away.
It was miserable. By the time I had finally found some solid ground, I was completely disoriented. All of my stuff was back at the campsite, which was a pretty long trek back up the mountain, and I was already feeling like I needed to collapse and sleep for a full month.
Almost immediately as I was beginning my trek back, a sharp scream sounded from higher up. Adrenaline kicked in more furiously than I had ever felt it, and I was able to forget my exhaustion for the moment so that I could come to this...whoever it is's aid. As I drew nearer, things started to get...creepy. The stones under my feet were wet. The scent hit me before I could check to see why that was. Iron. It was blood. I felt the ground fade into a mush, like mud, but...thick with the horrid smell and red everywhere. I froze, this was it. My mind was filled with fear, I was certain that I was about to die.
But then I heard the scream again. I was so close! And whoever that was... they needed my help. I pulled my paws out of the mud, running blindly toward the source of the scream. Finally, I reached a clearing. It was horrifying. There were many dead or wounded creatures, and the source of all this carnage was standing in the center of the area. It was big, with huge claws and teeth, but my focus quickly centered on what it was watching. A young viscet, only about a year old was the source of the screams. It pulled its' massive claws back, preparing a killing slash. I don't know why, but...I ran for it. Ran in front of it. As its arm swung down, I shielded the babe with my body. I expected a sharp pain, but...instead...I felt nothing. A whisper cut through the silence, "Protect those who can't protect themselves," it said.
I woke up the next day inside the cave. I felt...like a new viscet. A...heavier viscet? I looked down, only to see that I had been granted this beautiful armor. I...had been chosen.
Chosen...me...but for what?
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Human ver.
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(Special guest appearance by viscet #666, 'Nightman')
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