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Name - Koinu
Gender - female

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Koinu, which translates to "pup" in Japanese
- nicknamed "Sniff"

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Female

Personality;;

Koinu's personality is definitely an interesting one. With a ISFP personality type, she loves to create, especially when it comes to songwriting. She has a chill personality, as she likes to say. Some of her positive traits include adaptive, calm, gentle, intelligent, lyrical, observant, patient, relaxed, sociable, and trusting. Her negative traits are few, but still important: fearful, forgetful, lazy, dependent, and unfocused.
Now, an important part of Sniff's life is in music: whether it be creating lyrics, melodies, or flat out listening to music for hours on end. Some of her personal favorites for the beat include Desperado by Rihanna, Promise by Kid Ink ft. Fetty Wap, and The Right Song by Tiësto & Oliver Heldens ft. Natalie La Rose. Songs she loves for the lyrics are Photograph by Ed Sheeran, FourFiveSeconds by Rihanna ft. Kanye West & Paul McCartnery, and Say Something by A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera. She loves music, and would be a completely different viscet without it in her life. Overall, she a fun, song writing viscet, who loves to create and socialize.

About Me;;

"Hi there! I'm Koinu, but if that's too hard to remember, just call me Sniff. Now, there's so much I could tell you about me, but I'll just start with my worst fears. I have three of them: selenophobia, metrophobia, and sciaphobia. Now, since you probably have never heard of these, let me introduce them one by one.

The first is Selenophobia, or Lunaphobia: fear of the moon. I'm not sure why, its just terrifying to me. All those stories of the cow jumping over the moon, and the man in the moon, are an absolute disaster to me. Now normally, canine creatures like me are howling at the moon, I'm howling for different reasons: for it to leave. Now yes, this is a very irrational fear, but what if it crashes to earth? What if we all die because of the moon? What if it stops orbit? Just think about it. Viscets and humans alike, all would die. SORRY, that was morbid, but then, my fear would be rational, and just about everyone else would have it too.

My second fear is Metrophobia: the fear of poetry. Now, this one is a bit more in depth. Words don't scare me, its the stories they tell. These stories are usually dark, about death, and have much deeper meanings that what meets the eye. My metrophobia got so bad at one point, I started to skip Literature classes, just so I wouldn't have to come across or dissect any new poems. Now, one of my friends, Chen, writes beautiful poems. Am I scared of her? Maybe a little, just because poetry can hold so much power an meaning. All that set aside, I enjoy when she reads her happy poems, but still, a little tremor of fear stirs deep within me.

Lastly is Sciaphobia, or Sciophobia: the fear of shadows. Now, this being the most reasonable of my fears, it is also my worst. Why else would I have no light in my house at night? No light = No shadows. This fear prevents me from doing much though, as many of my friends like to chat outside in the evenings. The evening casts long shadows onto the ground, and I bounce and yelp a little bit every time they move. Shadows drive me insane, making my mane stand up a bit more than usual, and making me freeze at the sight of them. I'm pretty sure my reason for ever developing this fear was when I was younger, one of my friends, Apple, would tease me all the time about being scared of my own shadow. Eventually, this developed into a terrible fear, and it haunts me everyday.
Now, these are only a few of my fears, but they are the main ones. They help to form who I am, and however scary they are, I always have hope that I can overcome them. They've helped and hindered in my life, but I wouldn't change a thing about 'em.

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Mark, maybe I don't want to have to spend 10 years on my form ;v;

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-Mokastar712 ~ Martin ~ Male-

So, you want to know something about me? Let me tell you all about it...

Martin was born in a research lab. He never knew his parents, as he was taken from his parents at a young age. He had tests performed on him even before he could stand on two legs, and like the other visclings in the facility, he had a higher-than-average IQ. The scientists taught them how to read and understand human, and even do math or count. These experiments and lessons went on for almost his whole life. This is how the life of all viscets in the lab went. They would, after the tests, would be chosen for the breeding program or released. A death may be imminent before this, though. They had electric collars on them, and many rebels have died from the shock. Martin was one of those who obeyed. He didn’t know about the outside world except through the windows and books, like all the other viscets. He, however, was an exception. He had a docked tail, whom the scientists thought affected how a viscet’s mind works. They think it makes them dumber though he had one of the highest intelligence out there. He was never chosen for the breeding program because of this and was released into a nearby forest like all other viscets not chosen or were too old to continue breeding. Many of them didn’t know how to survive in the wild, having been raised in captivity, and they died quickly. Luckily, an old viscet offered to help Martin live and taught him many things. The viscet, who was named Adam, was like a second father to him, who cared for him and took care of him.

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Martin has a prized possession: A canvas satchel.

The scientists give them to viscets as an attempt to keep them
alive. You see, they weren’t cruel people. The viscets were
given cells with ample room, food that they would usually eat
in the wild, free rein, and even a room for visclings to play
and older ones to socialize. They didn’t want to kill the
viscets, but they had no choice. After they began giving viscets
the bag, there were fewer deaths. Most of them could figure
out quickly what they were for, and it made gathering food
easier. It helped Martin a lot, it kept him alive for the first
night he was out there. Some of the viscets also found out the
bag was a source of warmth if they wore it like an item of
clothing. If placed in the right spot, it would provide shelter
from the elements. Adam taught Martin this tactic, in which
Martin is eternally grateful for. This satchel kept him alive,
which is why this is his most cherished accessory.

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She said to me,
"Forget what you thought."
Cause good girls are bad girls
That haven't been caught.

Username: Squeez
Name: Emma
Female: Gender
About Me:
Emma is absolutely obsessed with the carnival. Though a carnival only comes to her area every once in a while, she literally spends all of her time there while it last's! As a fun-loving gal, Emma easily fits in with the crowd of rambunctious Viscet's and looks like she actually belongs. At home, her walls are filled with photos of her at the carnival, pictures of her on roller coasters, pictures of the largest rollercoaster, everything! She has little relics of a Viscet on a ferris wheel and it kills her every time she looks at it.

Her whole obsession started when she first became an adult and was roaming the streets of her town. A flyer had been flying around the streets due to the wind and Emma just happened to catch it and look at it. The happy faces and bold letters on the flyer easily intrigued her and she decided to go on that day. So, she went. At first, she felt nervous. She had never been on a rollercoaster or a ride period ever in her life and here the big rides were. But she humbly stuck out her chest and made her way to the first ride- The Ferris Wheel. This ride wasn't so bad, seeing as it went slow and steady, bringing you slowly to the ground after bringing you slowly up. Emma then decided to get a snack, purchasing lemonade and popcorn from a nearby stand. After drooling over the food and eating it, she immediately made her way to the carnival.

Ever since that one day, Emma has went to every single carnival that came to her town and never regrets it! Mostly because it also helps her earn friends. She has met over five people who travel with the carnival and have actually kept in slight touch with them. "There just like me! Rambunctious, childish and love carnivals!"

Emma also keeps little birds, naming them after acts at the carnival or even people she met at the carnival. So far, she has-
Albert, Bonnie, Dannon, Twister and Pretzel. She plans on getting more, maybe larger birds or maybe even exotic ones. Emma usually gets protective if you say something wrong about carnivals, so I suggest you watch out. One wrong word and Emma, Mother of Carnivals, will get you.
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Personality:
Emma is a really nice girl. She is sweet and down-to-earth, the good girl everyone knows. But don't let her excited, sweet, girly appearance fool you. Sometimes good girls are just hidden bad girls. Emma is quite hyper, mostly bouncing off the walls with no candy or sugar whatsoever, probably being ale to run a mile after a healthy lunch.

]Favorite Possession
Emma's favorite possession actually has nothing to do with her obsession with rollercoasters. Her favorite possession is actually her cheetah stuffed animal, which she named Osprey, Ossie for short. She obtained it when her mother gave it to her as a young, young Viscling. Ever since then, Emma carries it around everywhere, even as an adult now. Every time she goes to a carnival, she carries it with her. It's her baby.

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Name - Jocelyn // {jahs-lin} // Joce for short
Gender - Female // She, her // Asexual
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About Me
Jocelyn; she is a quite little viscet, who has an insane passion about her favorite hobby; pottery. Ever since childhood, Joce has shown interest in pottery, as well as clay sculpting. When she was just eleven years old, Jocelyn bought herself a small, beginners potter's wheel. She would make her family small, lopsided mugs with words and names carved in the side, and loved showing everyone her creations. Of course, throughout time, Jocelyn became better and better at pottery, and spent most of her time sitting at her potter's wheel. Many ask, "Why pottery?" Well, Joce truly does enjoy her hobby. She finds the rhythmic, spinning motion calming, and turns to her potter's wheel when she is stressed or upset. The only time that Jocelyn can feel creative or inspired is during her pottery sessions. She loves how pottery combines multiple elements of art, such as; sculpting, molding, and painting, and her creations can be very bold and inspiring. Joce has always dreamed of professionally making pottery, and she loves making others smile because of her creations.
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jocelyn has always been a very friendly, and patient viscet, even since childhood. she is very passionate about being creative, and loves showing people her work. even though she doesn't enjoy being overwhelmed with compliments, joce does love showing others her pottery and art. she is very persuasive, and is always calm, making her very easy to talk to. because of this, jocelyn has many friends. although, she does not like being surrounded by large groups of people, and she prefers to be alone with her own presence. throughout the years, joce has learned to not judge, and be open to everyone and their ideas.
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