Name:
Calcifer
(Name Meaning: Bringer of Heat or Limestone that Brings Heat or Bringer of Limestone
Name definitions are a little fuzzy for this name due to its odd origins.)
Gender:
Male
Personality: (Max 100 words)
Cal is snarky and rude to the point where he often insults others without a second thought. He loves puns and is always sarcastic, though due to the natural lilt his voice takes, most viscets don't have any difficulty telling when he's just being facetious instead of one-hundred percent honest. Calcifer always has to put his two cents in - he rarely is found being quiet or keeping to himself. He will only shut up if he's eating, so feed him lots of eggs and bacon if you want to be on his good side.
(94/100)
Extra 1: (Max 200 words)
"Hi. My name's Calcifer, and...I don't see why I have to do this stupid exercise."
"Hello, Calcifer," the group said in unison.
The leader smiled, stood, and addressed the newest viscet. "Welcome to the Sparkle Space, Calcifer. You're here to partake in exercises focused on helping troubled viscets have easier lives. As this is a group intervention, we're here to hear you out and help you improve."
"My life's plenty fine as it is," he mumbled. "Not that YOU'D know that. All you care about is taking notes on my mental state."
The leader frowned. "Your tone is not welcome here. Be respectful."
He rolled his eyes. "C'mon. It's not like you expect me to be thrilled about having to sit through two hours of this every stinkin' day for the next six months. I never even wanted to set a paw in here. My parents forced me to come."
The leader tilted her head. "And why did they do that, Calcifer?"
He sighed. "I guess I make too many puns...and I'm too sarcastic. And I disrespect others with my snarky attitude."
"Well, at least you're being honest..." she murmured, shaking her head. This would be a long day.
(199/200)
Extra 2: (Max 200 words)
Here's some random information about Calcifer.
Calcifer's favorite foods are bacon and eggs. He absolutely loves breakfast, as it's his favorite meal of the day. He also has a fondness for potatoes, such as hash-browns and tater-tots...but they simply don't hold a candle to crispy bacon and runny eggs.
His favorite colors are, oddly, not tan and brown, as one might expect. (And Calcifer REALLY doesn't like the color green, as it makes him feel sad.) Calcifer likes Autumn colors, commonly also called fire-shades. He likes brilliant reds, dark oranges, and vibrant yellows. Anytime he sees anything related to these colors, he'll probably pounce on the opportunity to own whatever it is that is in these shades. His house is filled to bursting with orange and red pillows and gold pieces of artwork on the walls...to the point where even he is seeing that he might just have a little problem with hoarding these awesome items.
Calcifer's favorite season is Autumn or Fall. He loves the chilly weather, the opportunity to wear sweaters and sweatshirts, and drinking hot coffee...plus, who doesn't love all the pumpkin spice stuff?! Pumpkin isn't Calcifer's favorite food, but he still does enjoy pumpkin-flavored anything.
(199/200)
Calcifer
(Name Meaning: Bringer of Heat or Limestone that Brings Heat or Bringer of Limestone
Name definitions are a little fuzzy for this name due to its odd origins.)
Gender:
Male
Personality: (Max 100 words)
Cal is snarky and rude to the point where he often insults others without a second thought. He loves puns and is always sarcastic, though due to the natural lilt his voice takes, most viscets don't have any difficulty telling when he's just being facetious instead of one-hundred percent honest. Calcifer always has to put his two cents in - he rarely is found being quiet or keeping to himself. He will only shut up if he's eating, so feed him lots of eggs and bacon if you want to be on his good side.
(94/100)
Extra 1: (Max 200 words)
"Hi. My name's Calcifer, and...I don't see why I have to do this stupid exercise."
"Hello, Calcifer," the group said in unison.
The leader smiled, stood, and addressed the newest viscet. "Welcome to the Sparkle Space, Calcifer. You're here to partake in exercises focused on helping troubled viscets have easier lives. As this is a group intervention, we're here to hear you out and help you improve."
"My life's plenty fine as it is," he mumbled. "Not that YOU'D know that. All you care about is taking notes on my mental state."
The leader frowned. "Your tone is not welcome here. Be respectful."
He rolled his eyes. "C'mon. It's not like you expect me to be thrilled about having to sit through two hours of this every stinkin' day for the next six months. I never even wanted to set a paw in here. My parents forced me to come."
The leader tilted her head. "And why did they do that, Calcifer?"
He sighed. "I guess I make too many puns...and I'm too sarcastic. And I disrespect others with my snarky attitude."
"Well, at least you're being honest..." she murmured, shaking her head. This would be a long day.
(199/200)
Extra 2: (Max 200 words)
Here's some random information about Calcifer.
Calcifer's favorite foods are bacon and eggs. He absolutely loves breakfast, as it's his favorite meal of the day. He also has a fondness for potatoes, such as hash-browns and tater-tots...but they simply don't hold a candle to crispy bacon and runny eggs.
His favorite colors are, oddly, not tan and brown, as one might expect. (And Calcifer REALLY doesn't like the color green, as it makes him feel sad.) Calcifer likes Autumn colors, commonly also called fire-shades. He likes brilliant reds, dark oranges, and vibrant yellows. Anytime he sees anything related to these colors, he'll probably pounce on the opportunity to own whatever it is that is in these shades. His house is filled to bursting with orange and red pillows and gold pieces of artwork on the walls...to the point where even he is seeing that he might just have a little problem with hoarding these awesome items.
Calcifer's favorite season is Autumn or Fall. He loves the chilly weather, the opportunity to wear sweaters and sweatshirts, and drinking hot coffee...plus, who doesn't love all the pumpkin spice stuff?! Pumpkin isn't Calcifer's favorite food, but he still does enjoy pumpkin-flavored anything.
(199/200)
Story for Winter Giving Event 2017:
Calcifer went along his normal, daily routine. He sat still for a full six minutes in the Sparkle Space, the ridiculous group-therapy session his parents had forced him to enroll in, before getting frustrated and flicking his tail in the leader's face. It was more like a group-intervention, in Cal's mind. He hated having to go every single day and waste hours of his time there. He was forced to sit through sessions two hours long each and every day for the next six months. If he could have left, he would have, but the doors were always guarded by trained viscets who knew how to keep you in your seat...so Calcifer did the only thing he could do: he made fun of everything there.
The teacher glanced down at him as he rocked back and forth on the chair. "Why are you being so difficult today? I understand that you're here against your will, but can't you simply bide your time quietly like the rest of us?"
Calcifer smirked. "Like I'd ever do THAT, lady. You don't hold any power over me. I do whatever the heck I want to."
"Need I remind you of why your parents placed you in this group to begin with, young man?"
He smiled, his voice full of bitterness. "My mother told me to stop running around the house, and I didn't. My father said I needed to 'take a chill pill,' but what does he know about not freaking out? His job makes him stressed to the max. My parents agree on only one thing, however: I have a bad attitude, and it needs to be fixed." He glanced to the floor and mumbled, "What do THEY know, anyways? It's not like they can stop arguing long enough to even notice I exist."
The woman tilted his head up. "Pay attention, and we'll have no problems with you, Calcifer."
"Whatever," he said, jerking his head out of her cold fingers.
Calcifer slammed the door behind him. "Darn. Wish I could just get out of there sooner. The two hours pass like oil from feathers... that is, VERY slowly." He wasn't watching where he was going on the street, and ran straight into a dark viscet.
"Sorry," he mumbled, taking a few steps back. "Need to watch where I'm going. I'm not home alone, after all." He glanced up, rubbing his head from where his crest had brushed up against the other viscet's crest. The viscet before him was of average size, with a dark pelt and blue streaks of fur. There were beautiful smaller details in the viscet's crest along the back, the fluffy fur on the stomach, and the tip of the tail - they looked like stars against a navy blue sky. Calcifer blinked, unable to form words at the beauty before him.
The other viscet stuttered out, "Oh, uh, hi. Sorry - didn't see you." He shook his head suddenly, his gaze becoming as hard as the words from his lips. "Why don't you watch where you're going, huh?" He glared at Calcifer.
Cal seemed to be shaken from his reverie. His sass came out faster than he could even process. "Oh, so you think you're some big-wig pro, yeah? Why don't you try takin' on someone your own size, pipsqueak."
"You wanna tussle?" he tossed back, the crest along his back rising menacingly.
Calcifer ducked low to the ground. "Bring it, cupcake."
The two glared at one another for a long time. What seemed like hours passed, until finally, Calcifer sighed, rolled his eyes, and stood up straight. "If you're not gonna actually attack, I can't fight you, y'know."
The male blinked, realizing Calcifer was right. He huffed unhappily and straightened up. "Sorry. Guess I don't really know how to... fight."
Calcifer chuckled. "What's your name, kid?"
"I'm Babylon. And your name is...?"
"Calcifer. Pleased to meet you. Where you headed?"
"Uh... why do you care?" he spat back rather defensively.
Calcifer shook his head, realizing precisely how Babylon was reacting. He'd been young, once, and remembered exactly how hard it was to learn how to react to other viscets' actions and questions towards him. "Chillax, bro. I'm not gonna follow you if you don't want me to. I just wanted to offer my services. Seems you're a little skittish around others - you're not as tough as you make yourself out to be, buddy. I was just gonna walk you to the store, if you needed some help."
Babylon blinked, not saying a word. He didn't know how to respond.
Calcifer chuckled. "Look, lemme make you a deal. I walk you to the corner store - or wherever it is that you're going today - and then I leave and go home. If you want me to stay with you after your stop, I can spend the rest of the day just hanging out with you. I don't have anything better to do. And, if you want me gone, then I'm gone. No questions asked, no arguments taken."
Babylon slowly nodded, unsure of how to feel towards this new viscet.
Calcifer smiled. "So, where are we off to, Babylon?"
"The video game store."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
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