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Username: Strudel
Name: Ambrose
Gender: Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes: Male
Winning Form: click
Owned As Of: 18 MAR 2018




x1 HM Stub given to mareep

zooms in at literally the last possible minute

yall whatever the timer says can only be maybe an hour off, i had to transfer this over with a trackpad and i was real meticulous about it :')

So I am so so excited to be able to actually design and adopt out an official viscet. an actual dream come true, guys, bucket list level stuff here. <333

So here's the deal! I want to see you guys craft your own prompt to use for this viscet. I'd like you guys to use this word generator, and from the word(s) you choose, I want you to craft this viscet's story. Tell me about where they came from and where they're going. The only across the board requirement is that no more than 5 words be used, and that they all have been generated at once. (in others words, don't pick two words from a five-word generation, or one word from a four-word generation, etc.) The goal is to challenge you guys to craft a story for this viscet with a little set of ideas. Bring out your most creative side! <3

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• You are allowed 5000 words for the main fiction body.
• You are allowed 4 extras.
• One extra is required. Other extras are optional, but encouraged. x300 words for writing, x1 piece for art. Comics and animations allowed, 1 page = 1 art.
• Extras may not be added onto main fiction body.
• Prettying up is allowed and encouraged!

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End date is currently March 10, 2359 EST.

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[Strudel]

Username|| Strudel
Name|| Ambrose
Gender|| Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes|| Male
Fiction||

My father didn't visit often, but when he did he always had something to say about magic-- he is a traveling sorcerer after all. As for me, I happened to inherit his magical abilities. When he discovered this, he began to leave me things to study and would stop and teach me a little when he came through. I don't know if he did-- and still does-- this from a sense of duty, or because he genuinely wants to help me. I don't question it. I just cherish the bits of knowledge he gives me, regardless. But most importantly of all, there's one thing he told me, that I was always supposed to remember.
If I had really listened, perhaps I wouldn't have made such a mess of things.

"Whatever you do, my boy, you must always remember that spells are not a way to cheat through life. Magic can't fix all of your problems and make your life whole. You have to find the regular magic in the world around you and use that to give your life meaning and purpose."
I didn't really understand what he meant, not then, not until it was too late. Maybe the fact that he wasn't around to really teach me was the reason I fell into such trouble to begin with.

But, ah, perhaps I should start by explaining a little more.

You see, I was raised by my mother, somewhere just south of Santiago de Querétaro in a small village.
There was nothing particularly special about where I was born. Just a dusty old road, leading to a dusty old village. Nothing special to see, nothing that should attract any strange or exciting visitors. Yet there was some innate magic in the soil.
Crops that couldn't grow anywhere else in our climate would flourish if planted close enough to the town. Crops that usually grew well in this climate, would grow nearly twice as fast, and almost twenty-five percent larger.
This was a secret that the townspeople had kept close to their chests for generations. I guess they feared that people would try to take advantage of the land. That they would come, overplant, and destroy the soil. Or anger the gods.
They feared they would lose the magic. The magic is what kept our dusty village alive. Without it, the soil was too barren and poor to keep us all fed. We had a large populous for such a small place. Like everything else in this town, viscets grew better too.

No one ever visited at all, they don't now either except for my father, but when my father arrived that first time he was the first visitor to the town in years.
My mother tells me she fell in love with him right away.
He was charismatic, she told me, and handsome. So handsome, she claims.
Secretly, I think she still loves him.
He had a funny accent, for both English and Spanish-- but most of all his Spanish was stilted, and he would pause before replying to anyone-- as if he was trying to work out what they were saying. At least that's what my mama says. I'm pretty sure he was using a spell then to speak Spanish.

He must have heard about the magic in the town somewhere-- why else would he have come? But he promised the elders in the village he was there only to study, and not to tell anyone else about the village. He gained their trust somehow, and while he studied somewhere along the way he fell for my mother too. Or, at least, he grew fond of her. The details are a little fuzzy here.

Regardless, he still eventually left when his studying was done. He had learned what he wanted to about the soil of our little hole-in-the-ground-- at least for the time.
What he didn't know, though, was that he would leave behind more than he bargained for.
He was leaving behind a son, something neither he nor my mother knew at the time.

Just like everything in the town, I didn't just grow-- I flourished. I think, too, that my abilities themselves were affected by the magic of the town, my father even says I'm really powerful for my age.
Or maybe he's just saying that. It's hard to tell when he's being a hundred percent sincere.

When I was three, I cast my first accidental spell. That was the first time I met my father. He was tall, magical, and fierce-looking. I was afraid of him, but he was so very gentle. He placed a plain silver armlet around my arm that couldn't be taken off. He said it was to protect me from myself.

The second time I met my father, magic had begun to seep out again, even though I didn't understand it. This time he came back with a charm. I was six. He attached the charm to my armlet and taught me how to channel magic through it. He left me with books, told me to study, and gave me some quite a lot of advice. That's when he told me I could not use magic to cheat in life. And then he was gone

I didn't see him then for a couple more years, but by then I was learning on my own. Then, he gave me a hat, and he gave me more advice.
"Never keep casting a spell that fails you in a row. Always try to grow and come back to it later."

The next time he came by, a year later, he left me more nuggets of wisdom like;
"Don't borrow power from this land. It's sacred, and the people will not accept you if you destroy the natural magic here."

He would always return, and tell me things he thought I needed to know. I thought he would come when I needed him. I thought he would know whenever I needed him. He was magical, wise, and when I was young I though all-knowing.

But when it came down to it, I was all alone. My father had left again as he always did. But I had my family, that loved and treasured me-- that supported me. I had my mama, my abuela and my abuelo by my side.

When my abuelo grew ill, my magical father was not there to help me, no matter how hard I cried for him. He was not listening, he couldn't know I needed him.
That's when I took it upon myself to help him on his deathbed. I was ten, and I thought I was strong, learned, and invincible.
I knew that the spellbooks said things that should have turned me away.

"Only extremely powerful and experienced mages can bring someone back from the brink of death."

"Inexperienced wizards often have spells backfire in dangerous or unusual ways."

"Untrained sorcerers shouldn't attempt the spells in this tome without supervision."

But I was powerful, and this was important, I reasoned. In my mind, the end would justify the means. I was willing to pull risks too, if only it meant I could keep my abuelo with me. If only my family would stay safe and together.

I used the spell, and when it didn't raise my abuelo off of his deathbed immediately, I cast it again. I did this three times before I could not feel the magic in my body deeply enough-- until I was exhausted and in pain.
I laid beside my abuelo that night, wishing with my heart that he would wake up.

When I awoke, he was cradling me in my arms. It had worked! He had returned to me and found me sleeping by his side in the doctor's hut. But in another cot now, as still as my abuelo had been before laid a young viscet from the village, who young wife cried over him.

Somehow, I knew this was my fault. My spell had worked but at the cost of another.

I think my abuelo understood, because he kissed me on the cheek, tousled my mane, and laid down. He closed his eyes, and they did not open again-- but the other man's eyes did.

It turned out my father had been right. You couldn't cheat with magic. I had tried to use my spells to bring my grandfather back, but I couldn't cheat death-- it would still have it's due. I know he didn't mean it in that way, I think he meant just in life in general, but it held the same.

Still, I knew I could still do good with my magic, so with the help of my abuela and mama, I made clothing worthy of a mighty wizard-- clothes so much like the ones my abuelo used to wear, when he was a bull-fighter.
I hope to do him proud, most of all. I want to look after this town that he loved so much. And I want to study to become a great mage, so I will always have the power to protect my home.

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It's been only a few months since the death of my grandfather... and now I've met my sister.
Well, my eldest sister-- though I haven't met the others yet.

My sister, the one I know, she is very grown up. She is... mature. And powerful. She has so very much to teach me. She wants me to stop wearing my mage's outfit though, the one I wear in honor of my grandfather, but I think she's starting to come around to it.

I think she came to protect me. She says there is a dark and scary man after young mages, like me. Someone who would trick me or take advantage of me. But I am strong and smart, I don't think I have a thing to worry about him. But I don't want to argue with her, she's got a stubborn streak, just like me. I think it's probably best I just let her think she's saving me, and not let on that I think I would be fine without her. If I do convince her I would be fine, she might not stay and then I will no longer have an older sister to teach me magic and play mage's games with. That would be sad indeed because my papa isn't around to play games with me either, he never seems to have the time.
Adelaide probably doesn't have the time to spare either, I'm sure there's much she could be studying, but perhaps... just for a while I can be selfish and keep her. That's wouldn't be too terribly wrong... would it?

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Adelaide belongs to Mint Chip (used with permission)

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Username|| mareep
Name|| Ainsley
Gender|| Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes|| Male
Fiction|| [x5000 max] proof

"Congratulations, Ainsley Lee, you are quite qualified for the position. You are to come in first thing in the morning tomorrow, we'll be ready to train you." The man in front of him spoke easily, as if it had been prepared beforehand. Which is.. yes, the norm, but too prepared. He couldn't argue though, he had been wanting this position for a very long time.

Ainsley bowed his head in a thanks, stepping out of the office. Two viscets walked past him with a friendly wave, and he have never been more sure that he would love his time here. Convey Corps, the organization for dreamers, truly. He couldn't wait to get home, and do many things possible to pass the time. That includes cleaning his entire home, cooking a meal twice, and watching a game show. Sleep came surprisingly easily, he might have been utterly exhausted from the cleaning.

The viscet barely had time to eat as he flew out of the door, following the phrase; 'first thing in the morning' quite literally. Upon entering the building, he was immediately escorted to the right wing lab by a secretary. It was empty, so he let himself take a seat on nearby chair while he waited. He notices that he's quite tired.. sleepy. It wasn't a good idea to sit around, so he got up to pace around the room. That did not help either, he was still tired.

Soon enough, the blackness began creeping around his vision, and he thought; 'what's taking them so long?' The door swings open, finally, but all he could see was two scientists with gas masks. That's.. odd. He never had time to ask about them before the world became black, and last thing he felt was a sharp pain on his side where he fell against the tiled floor.

...

...

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Ainsley blinked his eyes open, immediately flipping out upon noticing that he's in a sort of pod. He touched every surface just to make sure that this is reality, he's being trapped in a pod. He felt an oxygen mask, and he ripped that off.

"Oh no, no, it's okay! It's an emergency! We got a live one!" The viscet outside of the pod shouted at other workers, who came rushing in to peer in the window at him.

"Wow! To think that this have been shut off for centuries, and many others had died off to malfunction." One of them said in an awe, and Ainsley was confused. Centuries? What did he sign up for? Many others? There was others like him?

The door began hissing as it swung open, revealing three viscets on the other side, who reached in to help the viscet step out.

"It's okay, we've got you now. I'm Farrow, this is Eunika, and Jackson." The grey viscet introduced herself and others, comforting him with a warm smile.

"It's Jack, but yes."

"Forgive me for asking but.." Ainsley trailed off, not sure what question to begin with, but thankfully all three seemed to catch on quickly. It was clearly a sore subject as they had to look at eachother to silently debate.

"You signed up for an experiment project, we're still unclear on the reasoning behind it. The logs were full of codes that only employees back then knew the meaning to. We just oddly found a wall layered upon another four times, and in the last wall there was a poor job of sealing a doorway." Jack begun; sensing what the viscet wanted to ask, then sighed, letting Farrow take over.

"We are hundred feet underground, full of pods like yours. Apparently there was a malfunction that shut down the cryostasis, simultaneously shutting down everything and killed many viscets... except for yours. We have no idea why, yours were off as well, but you're still alive." Farrow crossed his arms in a shrug.

"It's going to be a bit of pain, getting everyone out of their pods and giving them all a proper burial. We don't know if we can name them, most of the profile logs were burned, and the malfunction wiped half of data. Most in codes. I'm ashamed to learn that Convey Corps were like this back in the day." Jack grumbled, shaking his head and wandered off to look at pods, desperately holding to hope that someone else might be alive.

Ainsley remained silent, absorbing the words. It was hard, but he thinks he got the gist.

"You mentioned codes? I studied and practiced code language a month- ah.. centuries ago I guess, I might be able to decode it for you?" He offered, and Farrow's face lit up.

After they'd manage to drag Jack away from the pods to head back to surface, Farrow led him into his office. A pile of dusty old folders were piled up on his desk, normally he would ask for some sort of payment, or ways he'd know to trust. But he's desperate to find out why he had been thrown in a pod to sleep for centuries, so he didn't bother and got to work.

...

...

"Oh wow. Farrow!" Ainsley shouted, waking the man up from his nap, "I can't mostly decode everything, just bits enough for me to fill in. I think it was an experiment for various of projects. Going to space, longevity, possible immortality, various stuff. Some of files also repeated some sort of phrase; 'if the candidates chose to opt out, blackmail them.' Which is scary considering what my blackmail is.." Ainsley trailed off, he had never knew of this information, and he's sure if he was blackmailed with it, it would work."

"What is it? Don't worry, it's been centuries, I'm sure the information isn't viable anymore." Farrow reassured, reaching out to clap his paw on brown viscet's arm.

"Well.. I never knew my mother, at all, I just knew she was a criminal. I never knew I was one as well, even though I was really young at the time. Apparently she'd used me as decoy, she'd make me steal things from store, and if anyone asked she'd scold me as a cover up. My crime was involvement or something like that."

"Well.. the system back then is sure messed up. We don't follow that law anymore, rather, we see involved visclings as innocent, and only consider the parent a criminal. " Farrow shook his head with a sigh, waving his paw.

"The papers also mentioned an opted out viscet? He's the only one that opted out?"

"Oh, yeah him. I suppose that makes sense now. I'd heard that story a lot of times, but I couldn't connect anything. Nixsandre was an innocent, but he'd been caught by Convey Corps and thrown in Silvmor for murder of three viscets. It'd make sense if old commanders tried to blackmail him with it, and it didn't work out."

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Extras|| [1 required, 4 allowed; x300 words or x1 art per extra]

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Username|| Doctor Whooves Lover
Name|| Chik
Gender|| Male
Gender for Breeding Purposes|| Male
Fiction|| [x5000 max]
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danger
guard
deadly
real

Extras|| [1 required, 4 allowed; x300 words or x1 art per extra]

mmm m-mark for the pretty babe <3

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