[Dissolve]

Man...ITS GOOD TO BE BACK....feels good.
Anyway, so here is a Viscet inspired by EDM and mainly by this song:
Children of the Wild - Steve Angello https://youtu.be/tWh-GBtOLxk
The "bandana" and leg cloth-thingys are supposed to be stained with paint

Owner: memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=735879

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Art credit goes to cass

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Username: CorrelateOwl
Gender: male
Favorite Song: Too Close - Alex Clare
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What does music mean to this Viscet?

‘I’ve been too numb to understand that I’m just a victim of the weapon in my hand.
So many casualties in my world, yet I’m so bullet proof I’m staring at the sun.
I was the one who never took life seriously,
Never a flame to burn slow.
But I was hoping you’d see me in a different way..
So many people I’ve hurt; crushing around me like dust..
You are the realest thing I’ve ever had to face.

I don’t need anyone...but you.
You.
I don’t need nobody, need nobody, but you.
You….

I’m not worth the risk, yet you still have the courage to come..
Every step I take is a mistake to you..
I’ve become so numb, I can’t feel you there.
Become so tired, so much more aware.

This is how I show my love..
I made it in my mind because I blame it on my A.D.D., Baby.
I blame it on my own sick pride.
Blame it on my A.D.D., Baby.
I thought that I’d been hurt before,
But no one's ever left me this sore.
Your words cut deeper than a knife.
Now I need someone to breath me back to life.

What’s wrong with me?
I’m drifting like a ghost on the sidewalk..
I can’t say no, though you’re there when I’m high,
You’re gone when I’m low..
I’m lost in your world,
tell me, who have I become
When I can’t say ‘no’ to you?
You think you’ve broke my heart, oh girl for goodness sake.
You think I’ve been crying on my own, well I ain’t.
And I didn’t want to ride a song, cuz I didn’t want anyone to think I still care
I don’t but, you still hit my phone up.

I’m sorry if I seem uninterested, no I’m not listening, no I’m indifferent,
Truly I ain’t got no business here, but since my friends are here, I just came to ‘kick it’
You know I’m not one to break promises
I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to breath..
Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
In the night she hears it calling
In the night she dances to relieve the pain.
She’ll never walk away..

When our eyes meet, I can only see the end
But tonight I’m here; yours again…
Tonight I’m gonna lose it all,
Playing with fire, I was the first to fall
Heart is sinking like a cannonball..
Baby kill it, what’re you waiting for..?

(A Poem of lyrics from many popular songs
By me, CorrelateOwl)
[450/1000 words]

Music is an important element of life that can describe any feeling, sensation, emotion, sight, color, scent, etc.
It is the ultimate tool of expression. A tool that Azure represents in literal terms.
He is the Spirit of music.
Immortal, representing every color possible, every emotion, sound, every beat.
Born from the creativity of spirit, Azure is the Soul of Music.
His emotions are connected to what you could say the mood or beat of a song.
Azure in general is a mischievous Viscet with a cold shoulder.
He says he doesn't need anyone but himself, although his heart may tell you different.
He insists on relying on no one but him self, and keeping to his solitude with dignity.

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Coding credit goes to serena,

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The club was getting hotter as the beat climbed higher and higher as the crowds of people danced and hollered their content. Azure was perched at the DJ stand; his heart thumping to the sick beat he was playing. Although no body could see him, he had to say, since he was the one inspiring the visual DJ beside him, that technically, they were cheering for him. Sure, most of the credit had to go to this DJ's skills, but without Azure there, he was sure not to have come this far. Azure sighed slightly. If only they really could cheer for him. But of course, a mere spirit can't be seen by mortals any way; so why did he still have the eerie feeling of longing creeping down his spine? Leaping from the stage, Azure weaved through the crowed as easily as a breeze drifting through a field of grass. The night's cool air greeted him as he exited the club; making him feel slightly drowsy. Closing his eyes to take in the peaceful harmony of the evening. His ears winced as a shrill cry was cut off; along with a following growl of warning. Now alert, Azure padded quietly down the street to the near by ally way. There, three male Viscets surrounded a grey female with unusual purple eyes that were wide with fear, but slight defiance as they advanced and closed her in. "Alright, sweetheart.." snickered the nearest; his paws reaching for his switchblade and holding it up to her throat as she was forced agenst the wall. The second advanced closer as the other did as well. The first grinned as he held the blade there; his eyes glaring at her but amusement was obviously glinting in them as well. "Where is it? Where did you put my wallet?! Tell me now, and no one gets hurt.." he trailed off as she glared at him to his surprise and kneed in the ribs. His coughing echoed loudly along with the curse that followed. Azure's eyes watched with concern but his amusement was shortly lived as the second male came a second after she had kneed him and punched her squarely in the face; nearly knocking her unconscious. Azure watched on with hopelessness; what could he possibly do to help when nobody could even see him? The first got up once more and grabbed his knife; gritting his teeth a and cursing at the girl as he kicked her in revenge. Azure's teeth were clenched as he watched on; blood seemed to be roaring in his ears louder and louder as the beating continued until something inside of him snapped. Azure instantly reacted; teeth blaring before the third could react and throw in a kick of his own. As the first was about to draw back his leg for another kick, Azure grabbed it- claws extended, and dragged him from her. The first screeched in terror and alarm. "Where in the #### did he come from?!!" the others looked at each other with uncertainty and rushed over to aid their comrade. But before they could even reach him, Azure had already had him pinned up agenst to wall and looked deeply into the first's eyes threateningly; "Leave...her...Alone." he snarled. The first nodded vigorously and Azure dropped him roughly on the floor. Then he and his comrades scurried out of the alley way like rats scared away by a cat. Panting slightly, his ears pricked to hear a soft, but firm voice behind him. "Thanks for taking care of those brutes, I really don't know what they would have done to me if you hadn't come along.." Azure turned; his expression astonished. "Wait...can you..see me?" he asked incredulously. The grey fae smiled and tilted her head slightly. "Can't everyone?"

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Mutations:
Minor mane edit (also on tail) - Uncommon
Straight horns - uncommon

[maritime.]

[ yoυ can тнrow мe тo тнe wolveѕ, ]

[ тoмorrow ι wιll coмe вacĸ leader oғ тнe wнole pacĸ ]

[ EverdaleDreamers ]
[ Damian ala von Mezzo Forte /// male ]

Music is a very big and important part of Damian's life since he practically grew up with it. When Damian was still an egg his parents were wealthy nobles, the "Von Mezzo Forte's" hence his somewhat long and probably ridiculous name, who would always attend music festivals and classical genre concerts and since a viscet eggshell is pretty thin and fragile Damian was exposed to music as we was close to being born. As a viscling he was a little spoiled but loved music like his parents and learned to play many different instruments. It wasn't until his parents enrolled him in a high class private institute for viscets who wanted to major in the arts of all kinds did he learn to dance and showcase his prodigious talent for music and dance choreography. Damian became friends with some troublemakers did he start being classed as a delinquent among the other rich or noble viscets of his grade year. By the time Damian became a teenager he had moved out from his parents and owned his own mansion and apartment for the things he was up to. He would be a "model" student with good grades yet had a notorious reputation in school but outside he was known for his art, his music, partying at EDM clubs, and pretty much anything related to dance, music, and the visual arts. All of his careers center around those core fields. Damian would be one of the most music obsessed and passionate viscets you'll meet if you ever bring up music. He'll even leak some tidbits of a new song and dance he's working on for a music video or something while he's at it. If you ever ask him what is his passion and inspires him to do all of this or be who he is now he'll have you take a seat with some popcorn while he sings or holds a one man musical about how music has impacted his life up to the present time and how his technological pets have help him advance his career.

Favorite song //
Throne - Bring Me The Horizon

[ every woυnd wιll ѕнape мe ]

[ every ѕcar wιll вυιld мy тнrone ]

Required Extra //



Extras //

Credits //
prettying up/coding by // Silver Samurai
Art 1 - By Silver Samurai
Art 2 - By EverdaleDreamers
Art 3 - By howlingtothestars

[whimsyy]

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[Synerie]

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• Name •
Micah


• Gender •
Male
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• What does music mean to Micah? •
Music is.. Micah's life blood. It's what keeps him going. It's a part of him.
Just like how breathing is important to us, that's what it's like to Micah.
It is his heartbeat, his soul. It is in every breath Micah takes. It is his every being.
Micah is a professional graffiti artist, and is inspired by all genres of music.
He spends his days spray painting almost anything, always listening to music
as he does. Wanna know why? Micah can see music. He has a type of
Synesthesia, which lets him see music. So, Micah uses this as well to help
him in his graffiti life style. He's not only a professional graffiti artist,
but is also a music "nerd."He can tell you anything you would like to know
about it, as music is his, well, role model. Micah, however, is a mute,
and will find other ways to inform you. Now, you'll always find him
enjoying his day... listening to a different song each day.



• Favorite Song •
Circles Around The Sun -- Dispatch
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• Personality •
Micah is very reckless. He doesn't run by the rules, nor
does he listen to the laws. He's a very troublesome male, always causing
trouble. Micah's not very caring, and will brush off other's feelings. The
only Viscet he would care for, would be his mate or children. He loves
vandalizing stuff with his graffiti, and will normally leave his signature
on anything he spray paints. Micah is a very crafty male, always able
to slip from the grasp of the law. He seems to show knowledge in
extreme parkour. Micah is very resilient to what others say, not
letting anything anyone say put him down. He's not a doormat, and
will not ever let anyone walk all over him like his past friends did.
If he wasn't a mute, he would always be speaking in lyrics or would
be very, very cruel with the cold hard truth.

• Story •
Waves of colors bounced in his field of view. The rhythm
of the music draining out everything around the male. Micah wrapped his
paw around the can of spray paint, shaking it. He stared up at the blank
canvas before him, his ear twitching as it challenged him to paint it. His
tongue swiped out over his lips before he used his other paw to lift the
bandanna over his muzzle. Micah lifted the can, the nozzle dripping from
the paint. He began to spray an outline of a shape, slowly and steadily,
a new world began to form on the brick wall. Shapes were formed and
each spray made a new mark. Every note in the music caused a wave
of brilliant color to swirl across his vision, like huge soundwaves. He
tapped his foot in time with the beat, unable to hum because he was
mute. Micah soon stepped back, admiring the design he had made upon
the once blank wall. Micah grinned as he saw, proud of how neat it looked.
He suddenly turned as he heard someone shout a harsh command, "Stop!"
Micah froze, seeing one of the law enforcement Viscets racing towards
him. He dropped the cans and took off, sprinting fast and swiftly. He
slipped through the night, racing across deserted roads and through dark
alley ways, their walls marred with graffiti. Micah kept his ears perked,
listening to the other male's paws thump against the cold ground from afar.
He leaned forward, picking up speed as he ran, his steps light as a cat's, and
he let out a slight puff of air. The night was cold, turning his breath to a fine
mist. The law enforcement Viscet kept at it, charging after Micah with haste.
Micah swerved, skidding across the cold cement as he turned a corner. He sprinted
hard, eyes narrowed as suddenly jumped on top of a green trash bin, diving
underneath the lid. Pinned against disgusting bags of human trash, Micah held
his breath, listening to the other rush past. He waited for minutes, and soon
peeked out over the lid. No one was in sight, a street light flickering near
by. Micah slowly crawled out, shaking off a piece of trash that had wrapped
around his ankle. He crouched there, panting for a while, before he jumped
down. Silent, Micah crept off, hoping to run into his friend, Electra. The
only one who cared for him. The chase left Micah almost breathless, his
eyes stinging from the cold air that had been whipping into his face. He
slowly lowered his bandanna, and touched the feathers hanging from his
ear for comfort. All of his items were stained from the mist from his
spray cans, and were unable to be "saved" from it. Micah padded quietly
over the deserted road, lifting his head to taste the air. No sign of Electra
around. Where was she? Had she not come that night? Micah shrugged and
kept walking, hoping to find his way back to his makeshift home. An empty
garbage bin no one touched for years, he had cleaned it out as best as possible
and stuffed it with comfortable, stolen human pillows. Soon coming across
his home, he patted the side, as if to say 'Home, sweet, home.' Micah crawled
on top, and wiggled his way inside. He thumped onto the pillows, exhausted
from the long race the law enforcement Viscet had given him. Almost as soon
as he touched the pillows, Micah was out. His breathing lulled to a gentle, slow
exhale and inhale. His dreams replaying the scene from earlier.
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[Stårry]

-beep-

[warlord.]

Username: warlord.
Viscet name: crux
Viscet Gender: male
What does music mean to this Viscet? (is it their job,hobby,passion,inspiration,etc...be creative!):
Favorite song:
Extra (obligatory):

wip!! <3 lITERAL DREAM VISCET THO HHH

[Ill]

Username:
Cojinxleafbelle
Viscet name:
Aurellia Lights
Viscet Gender:
Female
What does music mean to this Viscet?:
"Music is the soul, my dear. Take note of how I cherish it."

Music is everything to Aurellia, and not just because she's a DJ. She sees music as more than just sound; it's beauty, relentless the type. Every sound produced from instrument, voice, or machine has its own special significance, whether it be in a musician's song, or the unintentional song the world around produces every day. Aurellia finds music in simple things, and it inspires her to do more and more to make her own music every second of every day. For example, just a stroll through one of the many bustling city streets, with all the sounds of others talking, cars racing by and honking, advertisements playing on giant screens, and mixed melodies from musicians set up on the side of said street, could inspire her. Her music is loud, but she truly adores the softer sounds, like birds singing and wind blowing through leaves. Her theory is that you cannot have loud music without soft music - soft music is the pedestal for all other types of music to stand upon. All music should be respected, because one genre would not exist without the genres before it; everything must get inspiration from something, and music gets it from simple sounds.

Favorite song:
Me Myself and I - De La Soul
Personality:
Aurellia stands out by virtue of being someone skilled in the art of electronic music. Despite her rather loud profession, she's a cultured, mentally - sophisticated Viscet, who enjoys all kinds music and is often seen attending high-class events just as much as her raves. She seems to enjoy standing out, but tries not to be too rude or braggish about it.

[snipsnops]

mark aaa

[sweet tooth]

I LITERALLY SCREAMED
HOLY DARN THAT IS HECKING AWESOME AND DETAILED
watching this comp, not entering

[jolteon]

BEAUTIFUL, wow!!! ill be watching :D