This is Egan Keahi - though his friends call him Phoenix. His design was inspired by a firefighter's outfit, and that inspired me to make him into a firefighting viscet. While he doesn't have it in his power to control or put out one of nature's deadliest forces, he does go into fires and saves those who might happen to be caught within the flames. He used to be a firebrand, easily angered and unhappy in general. When he saved the young Pilialoha from a horrible fire that had erupted in the house which her parents were using as a shelter from the whether, something changed in him. Seeing the young viscet so grateful to even be alive made him weigh his choices and made him realize that a life isn't worth living if it isn't being done happily. He then changed his entire lifestyle and his entire personality, and even though this took years to come to terms with, he's a rather jolly viscet now, though he does have his bad days and his depressed days - but Pilialoha can generally help him get out of his funk, so he's all right most of the time. If I had to describe his old state in one word, I'd choose "destruction," as he tended to burn his bridges faster than he could make them. If I had to describe his current state in one word, I'd choose "helper," as he's now focused on what he can do for others to help them, and is no longer so self-centered. His girlfriend was Pilialoha, and they ended up mating while she was pregnant with Ignacio. While at first he was reluctant to be a father, he is so grateful that he had his child, and counts it as a blessing that Ignacio came into his life, and that he helped Pilialoha and himself get along better than they ever had before that point.
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I ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʀᴀɢɪɴɢ ғɪʀᴇ, ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ I ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ.
I ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʀᴀɢɪɴɢ ғɪʀᴇ, ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ I ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ.
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Name:
Egan "Phoenix" Keahi
Nicknames:
Phoenix
Arrow
Blaze
Brant
Gender:
Male
Scent:
Burnt wood and Cold Fire.
Sexuality:
Aroflexible Greysexual
Mate:
Pilialoha
Child:
Ignacio
Other Family:
Brother - F'ryst Eldur
Nephew - Aureum Cerasis
Cousin - Flare
Cousin - Brisngr
Old Personality:
WIP
Old Theme Song:
Up in Flames (Icon For Hire)
Current Personality:
WIP
Current Theme Song:
Fire In My Eyes (Fireflight)
Egan "Phoenix" Keahi
Nicknames:
Phoenix
Arrow
Blaze
Brant
Gender:
Male
Scent:
Burnt wood and Cold Fire.
Sexuality:
Aroflexible Greysexual
Mate:
Pilialoha
Child:
Ignacio
Other Family:
Brother - F'ryst Eldur
Nephew - Aureum Cerasis
Cousin - Flare
Cousin - Brisngr
Old Personality:
WIP
Old Theme Song:
Up in Flames (Icon For Hire)
Current Personality:
WIP
Current Theme Song:
Fire In My Eyes (Fireflight)
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Fʟɪᴄᴋᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀʟᴍɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ sᴍᴀʟʟᴇʀ...ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ...I ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ.
Fʟɪᴄᴋᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀʟᴍɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ sᴍᴀʟʟᴇʀ...ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ...I ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ.
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What is His Favorite Memory?
The fire roared. The heat was immense, but he didn't seem to feel it. With narrowed eyes, he leapt through the flames, just barely getting through the flaming wall of fury before the fire singed his yellow tail, igniting upon impact. He shook his tail to no avail, the fire eating away at the fluffy fur. He sat upon the burning tip, smothering the fire out. Without oxygen, fire is nothing, he thought, lifting his painful tail from underneath him, the fire extinguished. No fur was present. The fire had singed the roots of the hair, igniting the fur and burning through it in seconds. The tip of his tail was burning - not literally, now that the fire had gone out - and the pain was horrible. The skin had blistered and was all ready peeling in the hot environment.
Hearing a scream, his head jerked up. He immediately forgot entirely about his tail. His eyes narrowed again, and he tightened the strap on his helmet and flicked the switch on his self-contained breathing apparatus before he jumped over another wall of flames. After he'd landed, he pushed the only button on his helmet: the GPS that would help his friends track him, should something bad happen to him while he was in the flames. Before continuing, he made sure his necklace was around his neck, tucked into his hat from the front, the string slightly dangling on his left side.
The scream sounded again.
He didn't have any time to waste.
He closed his eyes briefly, swiveling his ears to pinpoint the sound's location. When he had a general idea, his eyes flew open and he started running. Suddenly, the viscet skidded to a halt. A giant beam was blocking his path, having fallen from the rotting ceiling above. It was being eaten by the flames, higher than any he'd ever seen before. He cast a worried glance back at his tail, concerned that if he tried to jump through the flames that he'd lose his entire coat, and be unable to help whomever else was trapped in here. He narrowed his eyes, trotting to the left and right of the beam...but try as he might, he couldn't find a way around it. He turned and raced back the way he'd come, thinking that he'd go around the house and get in through the back...only to skid to a halt once again. Because the ceiling and floor were so old, they'd begun to rot, the wood slowly deteriorating and becoming more flammable as the years went by. Not only had a large portion of the ceiling caved in, but a section of the floor was missing, plunging down into a deep hole the width of the house. There was no way for the viscet to escape. He was trapped.
He heard the scream again, and turned, racing off in the direction of it, just to be stopped by the burning beam once again. The screams were louder, more frightened. He could tell he was close - but he still couldn't reach whomever was in here with him.
He frowned, weighing his options. He didn't have much time, and he knew he'd have to make a decision to at least get himself out and save the other being in here. With a nod of determination, he decided. He narrowed his eyes as he backed up, and then, with a sigh and deep breath, he raced forward, leaping as high as he possibly could, attempting to soar over the giant beam alight with fire.
His paws were still singed.
When he landed he sat on his front two paws and extinguished what little fire he'd picked up, he set off running again, panting heavily from the heat that was finally affecting him. The smoke didn't bother him at all, seeing as he'd had the gas-mask-like breathing apparatus strapped to his head with bungee cords that he'd found in the human junk yard, but he had to assume that the child who was in here didn't have that luxury, and would thus be suffering greatly. As he passed by a window before a long staircase, he heard voices from outside.
"Please, you've got to let me in there!" a frantic female voice screeched.
"Ma'am, we can't let you do that. You'll just hurt yourself further. You've all ready got a sprained ankle."
"What about my husband?"
"Ma'am, you can see that he's lying over there, in worse shape than you are. Go and comfort him."
"He doesn't need comforting! He's stronger than me!"
"While that may be, you will only injure yourself further if we let you in there. We will not let you pass."
"I don't care! MY BABY IS IN THERE! LET ME PAST YOU! LET ME IN!"
"Darling, please, show some restraint," said a weak voice, barely audible over the female's shrieking. "We both know that even if we could get in there - which we can't, thanks to the fire - we would only hinder whomever's in there all ready. These gentlemen have reassured us that there's someone in there all ready."
"Yes, but even THEY don't know who's in there! What if he hurts our baby even further? What if we never see her again?!"
"Please, my darling - I fear for our child as well...but freaking out isn't going to help anyone. Come - lay beside me on the cool, soft grass. We'll just have to wait and see what happens, as painful as that may be."
The female broke down sobbing - rather loudly, as the viscet inside the house could hear her sobs even above the roaring of the flames. He suddenly shook his head, focusing back on the task at hand as he leapt up the stairs three at a time. When he reached the landing with a doorway, he tried to yank it open. It was stuck. "Hello? Is anyone in here?" he yelled above the cracking of the flames as they surged upward in a frenzy around him.
A child's voice responded from further up the stairs. "Help me!"
The viscet spun around as quickly as he possibly could, taking the rest of the stairs three at a time. When he reached the top floor, he frowned. There were five different doorways, none of which were affected by the flames. The fire hadn't eaten up the staircase yet, and thus hadn't made it to the second floor. "Where are you?" he called out again.
"In here!" squeaked the voice.
He narrowed it down to the two doors farthest from him, and pelted towards them, his claws scraping the hardwood floor.
He skidded to a halt. He'd reached the portion of the floor where one of the beams had given out and collapsed, bringing the floor down with it. A massive hole stretched the entire length of the two doorways he needed to get to. "Where are you?" he called out once again.
"Please, help me!"
Narrowing his eyes and straining his ears, he pinpointed the doorway he needed.
He couldn't reach it.
He turned and raced into the other room, feeling the heat start to waft up. He knew the fire would engulf this portion of the home soon, thanks to the high winds on the blustery summer day. He tapped the wall, recognizing that it sounded hollow. He smiled beneath his breathing device as he grabbed a chair and rammed it full-force into the wall, making a hole just wide enough for his paw to fit through. He widened the hole enough for him to wriggle himself through, and burst into the other room, panting from exhaustion.
The child was still screaming - one room over.
He was in the wrong room.
Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he looked around the room for something else he could ram into the wall. He saw a bed in the corner, and broke off part of the mast on the canopy. He then banged it against the wall as hard as he could.
Nothing happened.
This wall was thicker.
He frowned, trying not to curse. "Kid! I need you to ram something strong into the wall to break it! Do you hear where I am?"
There was a faint tapping on the other side of the wall. "H-H-H-Here?"
"Yes, that's it! Hit the wall right there!"
He heard a faint banging, and then synchronized his movements to the child's as best as he could.
Soon, there was a tiny hole just big enough for the child's clawed paw to fit through. They kept hitting until he could reach his paws through it and widen the hole with his own strength. When he'd made it large enough for the child to squirm through, she did.
She was large - older than a hatchling, but not quite an adult yet. Her blue eyes were filled with fear, and her yellow and pink mane was caked with sweat and dust and drywall from climbing through the hole. She was shaking horribly, nerves getting the best of her. She hadn't burst into tears yet, but as she looked up at the older viscet, her lip quivered. "Who're you?"
"My name is Egan. Climb onto my back. Are you breathing okay?"
She nodded as she leapt atop the viscet's back. "Where are you taking me?"
"Someplace safe," he murmured, glancing up at a hole in the ceiling. "Where does that lead?"
"This isn't my house. I dunno."
He frowned in confusion. "What are you doing in here, if this isn't your house?"
Suddenly, the girl screamed. "FIRE!"
The flames had caught up with them, and were eating the door quickly.
Egan narrowed his eyes and yelled up to the child. "Hold on tight!" He then bunched his legs and shoved himself and the child into the air, just barely enough strength in his back legs to get him up to the hole, where he grabbed on with both of his front paws and hoisted himself and the child up into the attic. He glanced around in the dark frantically. Where's a window? he thought, his flailing body trying to move as fast as he possibly could without falling through any of the various holes the fire had created. Finally, he saw a tiny window in the far side of the attic. He leapt towards it, just as the fire broke through behind them, raging out of control.
The child screamed once again, gripping his fur so tightly Egan wondered if he'd find chunks of it falling out at a later date. "Here we go!" he warned her, racing full speed for the window. He suddenly flipped in the air, yanking her from his back and shoving her onto his stomach. "Don't let go!"
When he'd landed, she gripped with as much strength as her tiny claws could muster.
He narrowed his eyes and bent his head towards his stomach as he spoke, still running full speed towards the window. "Close your eyes, and don't open them until we stop moving!"
Her eyes squeezed shut.
His last thought before he careened out the window was, I hope she lives a good life. With a gulp and a flick of his bare tail, he leapt. His paws stretched out, he felt the solid glass beneath them shatter into a million pieces. His head bent down and his tail curled under himself to protect the child as they flew through the air.
All was silent. Calm, almost. The viscet couldn't hear anything at all. Not his breathing, not the glass shattering as it hit the ground, not the fire crackling and popping behind them, and not the child's frightened screams. He couldn't hear anything over the blood pounding through his body, and his heartbeat racing in his ears. He faintly felt the rush of wind and the pull of gravity...but even that wasn't strong.
The last thing he felt was the ground.
With the harsh initial impact, his helmet snapped off of his face, as did the breathing apparatus. The chain of his necklace snapped, and the trinket went flying through the air as he bounced up again.
The second time he hit the ground, he got the full force of his blow.
Dirt didn't taste good, and he'd gotten grains of it in his mouth. His ears were caked with the substance, and his nose was filled with the sand and grit that made up the top layer of the ground. He briefly smelled grass before his nose was clogged up. He felt three of his claws tear, and two of them break off with the impact he'd made with the ground. His eyes burned. He couldn't open them.
He lay very still, unable to move as he breathed through his mouth.
The child was frozen with fear. Her breathing was shallow and worried as she waited for Egan to move. She poked him in the stomach with one of her claws after several minutes of him not moving. "Sir?" she whispered. "Are you okay?" She screeched in fear as he was rolled off of her by the viscets who picked her up, carrying her over to the herbal station as abruptly as they could. She watched with wide eyes as three other viscets lifted up Egan and dragged him over to a second herbal station, clearing his ears and knocking the sand from his nose.
Egan was blind and deaf for a full twenty minutes after that. His body was so close to breaking down due to the state of shock he was in that the herbalists force-fed him several herbs just to keep him awake. "You can't sleep!" they chastised him, though he couldn't hear a word they were saying.
Finally, about thirty minutes later, he got his hearing back.
An hour later, he got his sight back.
An hour - and several more herbs - later, he finally found words enough to say what needed to be said. His body was nearly out of the state of shock it had been in. "Where's the kid?"
"Pilialoha is fine," one of the herbalists told him in a gentle voice.
His eyes narrowed as he growled. "I'll believe that when I see it."
She sighed, trotting off in the direction of the second herbal station. He watched as she chatted with the head herbalist, motioning towards him with a contemptuous look in her eyes. The herbalist nodded, and pointed to an area Egan couldn't quite see. She trotted over to it, and then slowly walked back to Egan, followed by three viscets. The large, pink one was hobbling. Her ears were flat against her skull in a clearly displeased manner. The larger brown one wasn't walking correctly - his gait wasn't smooth, but jerky. His eyes were bloodshot and very tired-looking as he walked next to the pink viscet. The child he'd rescued was clinging to the large pink viscet's back, and she leapt atop the larger one's head and waved when she saw Egan.
Egan's smiled slightly and stiffly, as he still wasn't back to feeling normal. He weakly lifted his paw in greeting, and quickly set it back down again, tired from the small movement.
When they reached him, the older pink one introduced herself. "My name is Leilani. This is my husband, Ordell. I was told that you were the one who saved our daughter?"
He nodded weakly. "Yes, ma'am. That'd be me."
"Who are you?" she demanded, almost glaring at him.
"My name is Egan Keahi. My friends call me 'Phoenix.' I don't fear the flames, which is why I'm the perfect viscet for a job nobody else wants to do: go into the fire and save those who can't save themselves."
"Why would you do such a stupid thing?" she asked, anger almost tinting her voice. "We didn't know who you were. You could've hurt our baby for all we knew!"
He nodded slowly, trying his best to not get dizzy. "I understand, ma'am. I was just trying to help."
"Don't you have an organization you're a part of, or something?"
"Nope. Just me."
"Well, that's ridiculous!"
"Mommy!" said the child, jumping from her head over to Egan's head. "This is the guy that saved me! Thank you, Elan!"
Egan smiled. "My name is Egan. You're welcome."
"My name is Pilialoha!" Bending down to his ear, she whispered, "It means 'pretty.' It's Hawaiian. I'm not supposed to tell anybody that, though."
He smiled even wider. "Don't worry - I won't say a word," he whispered back. Talking full volume, he continued. "That's a very nice name for a very nice viscet."
She giggled. "Thank you for saving me!" She jumped down into his claws.
He caught her gently. "You're welcome, Pilialoha."
The mother calmed down when she saw how gentle he was. "Thank you for saving my daughter. I'm sorry about how I acted before - I was just so concerned about her, just as my husband was."
Egan nodded, handing the child back to her mother. "It's not a problem - I completely understand."
The brown viscet spoke up for the first time. "Thank you for saving my daughter." He had tears in his clear blue eyes. "Thank you." He shoved a clawed paw out.
Egan shook it. "You're welcome, sir."
Each member hugged a very tired Egan and then made their departure. As Egan watched them slowly walk home, he spotted a tiny clawed paw peeking up over Leilani's shoulder, waving goodbye to him.
With happy tears in his eyes, he waved back, feeling happier than he'd felt in a long time.
That was the day when his life changed for the better. That was the day he chose to change himself and be a better viscet. That was the day he decided to turn away from his anger and deal with his emotions in a healthier way. All because of that one little viscet named Pilialoha.
Most Current Memory:
Pilialoha turned, looking up at Egan. "Hello."
"Hi."
"How're you today?"
"Fine. How're you?"
"Good."
Silence stretched between the two.
Pilialoha signed, looking over at him. "Egan...didn't you call me over here because you wanted something?"
"Uh...yeah, yeah I did."
"What do you want, then?"
He gulped, suddenly feeling his paws tingle with nervousness. "Um...uh..."
She rolled her eyes. "C'mon, spit it out. I don't have all day. My mother wants me back there to help her clean out the junk we've accumulated over the years, and she won't be happy if I make her wait a long time."
He nodded, remembering the time years ago when he'd saved her. Her mother was NOT happy when made to wait too long. He took a deep breath, and then said what he'd been thinking. "Um...so...you remember when I saved you?"
"A few years ago, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Of course I do, you silly boy!" she said, bopping him over the head. "How could I forget that?"
He smiled, straightening his ruffled mane. "I'm glad you remember. I was concerned that you were so small that you wouldn't have remembered."
"I wasn't a child, Egan. Yes, I was young, but I wasn't a hatchling."
He nodded, averting his gaze from nerves.
She frowned. "What's wrong with you today? You're never this flighty." She suddenly grinned, tapping him on the shoulder. "You want to tell me a secret, don't you? That's why you're so jumpy!"
He blinked rapidly. "Um...sort of, yeah."
"Well, that explains it, then!" She laughed, circling around to where his gaze was directed. "What's up, Egan?"
"Uh...you have to promise not to laugh."
She held out a paw for him to shake. "I promise."
He shook it, and took a deep breath. "Okay. Um...this is...really hard to say. Uh...um..." He took another shaky breath. "I like you."
She smiled. "And?"
He frowned. "What do you mean, 'and'? Isn't that statement enough?"
"Nope. What exactly do you mean?"
"I like you. A lot. Um...uh..." He swallowed, his mouth suddenly feeling rather dry. "So...do you like me back?"
It suddenly dawned on her that he wasn't talking about friendship. "Oh. OOOOH. You like me like THAT. Oh, uh...wow."
He bit his lip, staring at the ground. He wanted to turn invisible.
"Yeah, you big doofus. Of course I like you!" She swiftly entwined her tail with his.
He was shocked. He looked up so fast he was worried he'd sprained something in his neck. "What?"
She rolled her eyes. "I've had a crush on you since you saved me, you idiot."
He blinked rapidly, stunned. "What? Seriously? I...I never even knew."
"When did you start to like me?"
"I...um...recently."
She laughed. "How recently?"
"A few months ago," he mumbled.
She chuckled, and licked his ear. "There's no need to be ashamed. It's not as if you've done anything wrong."
Suddenly realizing how foolish he was acting, he sat up straight and stared into her blue eyes. "You're right."
"Of course I am."
He smiled. "So...do you want to maybe go hunting sometime?"
She suddenly darted forward and nuzzled her nose to his. "Sure." She pulled back just as rapidly as she'd darted in, and stood to leave. "Gotta go - Mom's gonna be upset if I'm any longer."
He nodded, almost numb from elation. "Pilialoha?"
"Yes, Egan?"
"What should I tell my friends?"
She flicked her tail in his face. "I'm your girlfriend. Tell them whatever you want to." With a smirk, she raced off towards her house, a cloud of dust settling after she was gone.
Egan didn't even care that he was covered in dust. He practically floated all the way home, happiness filling his heart.
What is His Favorite Animal?
Meercats, of course!
Girlfriend:
Pilialoha
What is The Song That Best Describes Their Relationship?
The Grey (Icon for Hire)
If He Could Choose His Outfit, What Would He Choose to Wear?
If he were going into a fire or a hot environment, he'd choose a gas mask or self-contained breathing apparatus and fire helmet. He'd also have on his accessory of choice, a necklace given to him by his mother, as he rarely takes this trinket off or doesn't have it on his possession or at least where he can see it. It looks rather girly, but he doesn't care, as it holds such a special place in his heart. He will wear it any place he so desires - as a normal necklace around his neck, wrapped around one of his paws like a bracelet, wrapped around his tail, or dangling from one of his ears.
General Information:
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Fur:
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Brief Description:
Season of Birth: Summer.
Body Type: Average build. A bit muscular. Slightly skinny.
Size: Average.
Claws: Average.
Teeth: Average.
Tail Length: Average.
Scars: A long, jagged one on his right arm. His right ear has a small chunk that was sliced out of it, as well. He also has a scar under his right eye, but no one knows how it got there except for him.
Mutation: Flame Tail (Uncommon)
Anomaly: This viscet has a black tail not because he was born with it, but because fire singed his previously-yellow tail so much that it actually damaged the nerve endings of each individual hair follicle. The fur will always grow back black because of this, instead of its normal, yellow color.
Food Favorites:
Meal - Steak and Potatoes
Food - Cheese-Stuffed Jalapenos
Snack Food - Lays Potato Chips
Breakfast - Pancakes and Bacon, No Eggs
Cereal - Cap'n Crunch
Lunch - Fried Egg Sandwich
Fruit - Dragonfruit
Dinner - Pot Roast (Beef and Carrots)
Vegetable - Potato
Dessert - Ice Cream Sundae
Cookie - Molasses
Ice Cream - Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough
Non-Alcoholic Drink - Hi-C
Alcoholic Drinks - Vodka & Orange and Absinthe
Carbonated Drink - Root Beer
Coffee - Starbucks
Tea - Brisk
Water - Blk.
Media Favorites:
Villain - Nero, from Star Trek (2009)
Villainess - Ursula, from The Little Mermaid
Male Hero - Percy Jackson, from the Percy Jackson & the Olympians series by Rick Riordan
Female Hero - Rapunzel, from Tangled
Movie - Fireproof
Quote From a Movie - Hook Hand Thug: "Your dream stinks. I was talking to her." (Tangled)
Disney Movie - Tangled
Comedy Movie - The Emperor's New Groove (2000)
Romance Movie - The Fault in Our Stars (2014)
Adventure/Action Movie - Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)
Sci-Fi Movie - Star Trek Into Darkness (2013)
Classic Movie - The Wizard of Oz (1939)
TV Show - Sherlock (BBC)
Sci-Fi TV Show - Doctor Who (BBC)
Quote From a TV Show - "I'm Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective."
Cartoon - Looney Tunes
Cartoon Character - Daffy Duck
Book - Animal Farm by George Orwell
Quote From a Book - “Several of them would have protested if they could have found the right arguments.” (Animal Farm by George Orwell)
Music Genre - Rock
CD Cover - Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium
Disney Singer - Mandy Moore
Bands/Groups - Icon for Hire and Fireflight
Artist - Audrey Assad
Song Title - Fire With Fire by The Letter Black
Quote From Song Lyrics - I say I wanna be happy, but I quickly forget - will I sabotage all the good I've got left? Depression's like a big fur coat, it's made of dead things but it keeps me warm. (Iodine by Icon for Hire)
Acapella Song - Love Again (Pentatonix)
Blues/R&B/Soul Song - Boogie Wonderland (Earth Wind & Fire)
Christian/Gospel/Religious Song - Note to God (Charice)
Classical, Instrumental, or Orchestral Song - Minimal Beat (Lindsey Stirling)
Country Song - Loud (Big & Rich)
Dance Song - Round & Round (Selena Gomez & The Scene)
Disney Song- Send It On (Disney's Friends for Change)
Holiday Song - I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day (Casting Crowns)
Music Box Song - Sherlock Theme (Megan Yee)
New Age Song - Agnus Dei (Libera)
Piano Song - [六兆年と一夜物語] IA - Six Trillion Years and Overnight Story [Piano Cover]
Pop Song - Just a Dream (Sam Tsui and Christina Grimmie)
Rock Song - Painting Flowers (All Time Low)
Singer/Songwriter Song - 『Rockleetist』 Bad Apple!! - English 『Ashe』
Soundtrack Song - Archangel (Two Steps From Hell)
Techno Song - One Last Letter - VIP Remix (SoundOfTheAviators)
Other Favorites:
Names - Ignacio and Delling
Letter - F
Number - 451
Numeral - 0
Mood - Peaceful
Body Part - Eyes
Color of Eyes - Blue
Saying - "Though I have fallen, I will rise."
Color - Orange
Plant - Wicker from Cañamares, Cuenca, Spain (Image belongs to David Santiago Garcia/Aurora Photos)
Game - Apples to Apples
Board Game - Scrabble
Card Game - Hearts
Season - Spring
Gift He Received - His mother's necklace.
Gift He Gave - An old, worn-down fire helmet to a youngster who had hatched just weeks before he'd seen the little one staring at him, eyes wide with wonder.
Joke - A nursery school teacher was delivering a station wagon full of kids home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children began discussing the dog’s duties.
“They use him to keep crowds back," said one youngster.
“No,” said another, “he’s just for good luck.”
A third child brought the argument to a close. “They use the dogs,” she said firmly, “to find the fire hydrants.”
Joke was found by typing in "fireman joke" into Bing.com and searching through the multiple entries. The site isn't safe to link to, so I'll have to just say that it doesn't belong to me.
The fire roared. The heat was immense, but he didn't seem to feel it. With narrowed eyes, he leapt through the flames, just barely getting through the flaming wall of fury before the fire singed his yellow tail, igniting upon impact. He shook his tail to no avail, the fire eating away at the fluffy fur. He sat upon the burning tip, smothering the fire out. Without oxygen, fire is nothing, he thought, lifting his painful tail from underneath him, the fire extinguished. No fur was present. The fire had singed the roots of the hair, igniting the fur and burning through it in seconds. The tip of his tail was burning - not literally, now that the fire had gone out - and the pain was horrible. The skin had blistered and was all ready peeling in the hot environment.
Hearing a scream, his head jerked up. He immediately forgot entirely about his tail. His eyes narrowed again, and he tightened the strap on his helmet and flicked the switch on his self-contained breathing apparatus before he jumped over another wall of flames. After he'd landed, he pushed the only button on his helmet: the GPS that would help his friends track him, should something bad happen to him while he was in the flames. Before continuing, he made sure his necklace was around his neck, tucked into his hat from the front, the string slightly dangling on his left side.
The scream sounded again.
He didn't have any time to waste.
He closed his eyes briefly, swiveling his ears to pinpoint the sound's location. When he had a general idea, his eyes flew open and he started running. Suddenly, the viscet skidded to a halt. A giant beam was blocking his path, having fallen from the rotting ceiling above. It was being eaten by the flames, higher than any he'd ever seen before. He cast a worried glance back at his tail, concerned that if he tried to jump through the flames that he'd lose his entire coat, and be unable to help whomever else was trapped in here. He narrowed his eyes, trotting to the left and right of the beam...but try as he might, he couldn't find a way around it. He turned and raced back the way he'd come, thinking that he'd go around the house and get in through the back...only to skid to a halt once again. Because the ceiling and floor were so old, they'd begun to rot, the wood slowly deteriorating and becoming more flammable as the years went by. Not only had a large portion of the ceiling caved in, but a section of the floor was missing, plunging down into a deep hole the width of the house. There was no way for the viscet to escape. He was trapped.
He heard the scream again, and turned, racing off in the direction of it, just to be stopped by the burning beam once again. The screams were louder, more frightened. He could tell he was close - but he still couldn't reach whomever was in here with him.
He frowned, weighing his options. He didn't have much time, and he knew he'd have to make a decision to at least get himself out and save the other being in here. With a nod of determination, he decided. He narrowed his eyes as he backed up, and then, with a sigh and deep breath, he raced forward, leaping as high as he possibly could, attempting to soar over the giant beam alight with fire.
His paws were still singed.
When he landed he sat on his front two paws and extinguished what little fire he'd picked up, he set off running again, panting heavily from the heat that was finally affecting him. The smoke didn't bother him at all, seeing as he'd had the gas-mask-like breathing apparatus strapped to his head with bungee cords that he'd found in the human junk yard, but he had to assume that the child who was in here didn't have that luxury, and would thus be suffering greatly. As he passed by a window before a long staircase, he heard voices from outside.
"Please, you've got to let me in there!" a frantic female voice screeched.
"Ma'am, we can't let you do that. You'll just hurt yourself further. You've all ready got a sprained ankle."
"What about my husband?"
"Ma'am, you can see that he's lying over there, in worse shape than you are. Go and comfort him."
"He doesn't need comforting! He's stronger than me!"
"While that may be, you will only injure yourself further if we let you in there. We will not let you pass."
"I don't care! MY BABY IS IN THERE! LET ME PAST YOU! LET ME IN!"
"Darling, please, show some restraint," said a weak voice, barely audible over the female's shrieking. "We both know that even if we could get in there - which we can't, thanks to the fire - we would only hinder whomever's in there all ready. These gentlemen have reassured us that there's someone in there all ready."
"Yes, but even THEY don't know who's in there! What if he hurts our baby even further? What if we never see her again?!"
"Please, my darling - I fear for our child as well...but freaking out isn't going to help anyone. Come - lay beside me on the cool, soft grass. We'll just have to wait and see what happens, as painful as that may be."
The female broke down sobbing - rather loudly, as the viscet inside the house could hear her sobs even above the roaring of the flames. He suddenly shook his head, focusing back on the task at hand as he leapt up the stairs three at a time. When he reached the landing with a doorway, he tried to yank it open. It was stuck. "Hello? Is anyone in here?" he yelled above the cracking of the flames as they surged upward in a frenzy around him.
A child's voice responded from further up the stairs. "Help me!"
The viscet spun around as quickly as he possibly could, taking the rest of the stairs three at a time. When he reached the top floor, he frowned. There were five different doorways, none of which were affected by the flames. The fire hadn't eaten up the staircase yet, and thus hadn't made it to the second floor. "Where are you?" he called out again.
"In here!" squeaked the voice.
He narrowed it down to the two doors farthest from him, and pelted towards them, his claws scraping the hardwood floor.
He skidded to a halt. He'd reached the portion of the floor where one of the beams had given out and collapsed, bringing the floor down with it. A massive hole stretched the entire length of the two doorways he needed to get to. "Where are you?" he called out once again.
"Please, help me!"
Narrowing his eyes and straining his ears, he pinpointed the doorway he needed.
He couldn't reach it.
He turned and raced into the other room, feeling the heat start to waft up. He knew the fire would engulf this portion of the home soon, thanks to the high winds on the blustery summer day. He tapped the wall, recognizing that it sounded hollow. He smiled beneath his breathing device as he grabbed a chair and rammed it full-force into the wall, making a hole just wide enough for his paw to fit through. He widened the hole enough for him to wriggle himself through, and burst into the other room, panting from exhaustion.
The child was still screaming - one room over.
He was in the wrong room.
Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he looked around the room for something else he could ram into the wall. He saw a bed in the corner, and broke off part of the mast on the canopy. He then banged it against the wall as hard as he could.
Nothing happened.
This wall was thicker.
He frowned, trying not to curse. "Kid! I need you to ram something strong into the wall to break it! Do you hear where I am?"
There was a faint tapping on the other side of the wall. "H-H-H-Here?"
"Yes, that's it! Hit the wall right there!"
He heard a faint banging, and then synchronized his movements to the child's as best as he could.
Soon, there was a tiny hole just big enough for the child's clawed paw to fit through. They kept hitting until he could reach his paws through it and widen the hole with his own strength. When he'd made it large enough for the child to squirm through, she did.
She was large - older than a hatchling, but not quite an adult yet. Her blue eyes were filled with fear, and her yellow and pink mane was caked with sweat and dust and drywall from climbing through the hole. She was shaking horribly, nerves getting the best of her. She hadn't burst into tears yet, but as she looked up at the older viscet, her lip quivered. "Who're you?"
"My name is Egan. Climb onto my back. Are you breathing okay?"
She nodded as she leapt atop the viscet's back. "Where are you taking me?"
"Someplace safe," he murmured, glancing up at a hole in the ceiling. "Where does that lead?"
"This isn't my house. I dunno."
He frowned in confusion. "What are you doing in here, if this isn't your house?"
Suddenly, the girl screamed. "FIRE!"
The flames had caught up with them, and were eating the door quickly.
Egan narrowed his eyes and yelled up to the child. "Hold on tight!" He then bunched his legs and shoved himself and the child into the air, just barely enough strength in his back legs to get him up to the hole, where he grabbed on with both of his front paws and hoisted himself and the child up into the attic. He glanced around in the dark frantically. Where's a window? he thought, his flailing body trying to move as fast as he possibly could without falling through any of the various holes the fire had created. Finally, he saw a tiny window in the far side of the attic. He leapt towards it, just as the fire broke through behind them, raging out of control.
The child screamed once again, gripping his fur so tightly Egan wondered if he'd find chunks of it falling out at a later date. "Here we go!" he warned her, racing full speed for the window. He suddenly flipped in the air, yanking her from his back and shoving her onto his stomach. "Don't let go!"
When he'd landed, she gripped with as much strength as her tiny claws could muster.
He narrowed his eyes and bent his head towards his stomach as he spoke, still running full speed towards the window. "Close your eyes, and don't open them until we stop moving!"
Her eyes squeezed shut.
His last thought before he careened out the window was, I hope she lives a good life. With a gulp and a flick of his bare tail, he leapt. His paws stretched out, he felt the solid glass beneath them shatter into a million pieces. His head bent down and his tail curled under himself to protect the child as they flew through the air.
All was silent. Calm, almost. The viscet couldn't hear anything at all. Not his breathing, not the glass shattering as it hit the ground, not the fire crackling and popping behind them, and not the child's frightened screams. He couldn't hear anything over the blood pounding through his body, and his heartbeat racing in his ears. He faintly felt the rush of wind and the pull of gravity...but even that wasn't strong.
The last thing he felt was the ground.
With the harsh initial impact, his helmet snapped off of his face, as did the breathing apparatus. The chain of his necklace snapped, and the trinket went flying through the air as he bounced up again.
The second time he hit the ground, he got the full force of his blow.
Dirt didn't taste good, and he'd gotten grains of it in his mouth. His ears were caked with the substance, and his nose was filled with the sand and grit that made up the top layer of the ground. He briefly smelled grass before his nose was clogged up. He felt three of his claws tear, and two of them break off with the impact he'd made with the ground. His eyes burned. He couldn't open them.
He lay very still, unable to move as he breathed through his mouth.
The child was frozen with fear. Her breathing was shallow and worried as she waited for Egan to move. She poked him in the stomach with one of her claws after several minutes of him not moving. "Sir?" she whispered. "Are you okay?" She screeched in fear as he was rolled off of her by the viscets who picked her up, carrying her over to the herbal station as abruptly as they could. She watched with wide eyes as three other viscets lifted up Egan and dragged him over to a second herbal station, clearing his ears and knocking the sand from his nose.
Egan was blind and deaf for a full twenty minutes after that. His body was so close to breaking down due to the state of shock he was in that the herbalists force-fed him several herbs just to keep him awake. "You can't sleep!" they chastised him, though he couldn't hear a word they were saying.
Finally, about thirty minutes later, he got his hearing back.
An hour later, he got his sight back.
An hour - and several more herbs - later, he finally found words enough to say what needed to be said. His body was nearly out of the state of shock it had been in. "Where's the kid?"
"Pilialoha is fine," one of the herbalists told him in a gentle voice.
His eyes narrowed as he growled. "I'll believe that when I see it."
She sighed, trotting off in the direction of the second herbal station. He watched as she chatted with the head herbalist, motioning towards him with a contemptuous look in her eyes. The herbalist nodded, and pointed to an area Egan couldn't quite see. She trotted over to it, and then slowly walked back to Egan, followed by three viscets. The large, pink one was hobbling. Her ears were flat against her skull in a clearly displeased manner. The larger brown one wasn't walking correctly - his gait wasn't smooth, but jerky. His eyes were bloodshot and very tired-looking as he walked next to the pink viscet. The child he'd rescued was clinging to the large pink viscet's back, and she leapt atop the larger one's head and waved when she saw Egan.
Egan's smiled slightly and stiffly, as he still wasn't back to feeling normal. He weakly lifted his paw in greeting, and quickly set it back down again, tired from the small movement.
When they reached him, the older pink one introduced herself. "My name is Leilani. This is my husband, Ordell. I was told that you were the one who saved our daughter?"
He nodded weakly. "Yes, ma'am. That'd be me."
"Who are you?" she demanded, almost glaring at him.
"My name is Egan Keahi. My friends call me 'Phoenix.' I don't fear the flames, which is why I'm the perfect viscet for a job nobody else wants to do: go into the fire and save those who can't save themselves."
"Why would you do such a stupid thing?" she asked, anger almost tinting her voice. "We didn't know who you were. You could've hurt our baby for all we knew!"
He nodded slowly, trying his best to not get dizzy. "I understand, ma'am. I was just trying to help."
"Don't you have an organization you're a part of, or something?"
"Nope. Just me."
"Well, that's ridiculous!"
"Mommy!" said the child, jumping from her head over to Egan's head. "This is the guy that saved me! Thank you, Elan!"
Egan smiled. "My name is Egan. You're welcome."
"My name is Pilialoha!" Bending down to his ear, she whispered, "It means 'pretty.' It's Hawaiian. I'm not supposed to tell anybody that, though."
He smiled even wider. "Don't worry - I won't say a word," he whispered back. Talking full volume, he continued. "That's a very nice name for a very nice viscet."
She giggled. "Thank you for saving me!" She jumped down into his claws.
He caught her gently. "You're welcome, Pilialoha."
The mother calmed down when she saw how gentle he was. "Thank you for saving my daughter. I'm sorry about how I acted before - I was just so concerned about her, just as my husband was."
Egan nodded, handing the child back to her mother. "It's not a problem - I completely understand."
The brown viscet spoke up for the first time. "Thank you for saving my daughter." He had tears in his clear blue eyes. "Thank you." He shoved a clawed paw out.
Egan shook it. "You're welcome, sir."
Each member hugged a very tired Egan and then made their departure. As Egan watched them slowly walk home, he spotted a tiny clawed paw peeking up over Leilani's shoulder, waving goodbye to him.
With happy tears in his eyes, he waved back, feeling happier than he'd felt in a long time.
That was the day when his life changed for the better. That was the day he chose to change himself and be a better viscet. That was the day he decided to turn away from his anger and deal with his emotions in a healthier way. All because of that one little viscet named Pilialoha.
Most Current Memory:
Pilialoha turned, looking up at Egan. "Hello."
"Hi."
"How're you today?"
"Fine. How're you?"
"Good."
Silence stretched between the two.
Pilialoha signed, looking over at him. "Egan...didn't you call me over here because you wanted something?"
"Uh...yeah, yeah I did."
"What do you want, then?"
He gulped, suddenly feeling his paws tingle with nervousness. "Um...uh..."
She rolled her eyes. "C'mon, spit it out. I don't have all day. My mother wants me back there to help her clean out the junk we've accumulated over the years, and she won't be happy if I make her wait a long time."
He nodded, remembering the time years ago when he'd saved her. Her mother was NOT happy when made to wait too long. He took a deep breath, and then said what he'd been thinking. "Um...so...you remember when I saved you?"
"A few years ago, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Of course I do, you silly boy!" she said, bopping him over the head. "How could I forget that?"
He smiled, straightening his ruffled mane. "I'm glad you remember. I was concerned that you were so small that you wouldn't have remembered."
"I wasn't a child, Egan. Yes, I was young, but I wasn't a hatchling."
He nodded, averting his gaze from nerves.
She frowned. "What's wrong with you today? You're never this flighty." She suddenly grinned, tapping him on the shoulder. "You want to tell me a secret, don't you? That's why you're so jumpy!"
He blinked rapidly. "Um...sort of, yeah."
"Well, that explains it, then!" She laughed, circling around to where his gaze was directed. "What's up, Egan?"
"Uh...you have to promise not to laugh."
She held out a paw for him to shake. "I promise."
He shook it, and took a deep breath. "Okay. Um...this is...really hard to say. Uh...um..." He took another shaky breath. "I like you."
She smiled. "And?"
He frowned. "What do you mean, 'and'? Isn't that statement enough?"
"Nope. What exactly do you mean?"
"I like you. A lot. Um...uh..." He swallowed, his mouth suddenly feeling rather dry. "So...do you like me back?"
It suddenly dawned on her that he wasn't talking about friendship. "Oh. OOOOH. You like me like THAT. Oh, uh...wow."
He bit his lip, staring at the ground. He wanted to turn invisible.
"Yeah, you big doofus. Of course I like you!" She swiftly entwined her tail with his.
He was shocked. He looked up so fast he was worried he'd sprained something in his neck. "What?"
She rolled her eyes. "I've had a crush on you since you saved me, you idiot."
He blinked rapidly, stunned. "What? Seriously? I...I never even knew."
"When did you start to like me?"
"I...um...recently."
She laughed. "How recently?"
"A few months ago," he mumbled.
She chuckled, and licked his ear. "There's no need to be ashamed. It's not as if you've done anything wrong."
Suddenly realizing how foolish he was acting, he sat up straight and stared into her blue eyes. "You're right."
"Of course I am."
He smiled. "So...do you want to maybe go hunting sometime?"
She suddenly darted forward and nuzzled her nose to his. "Sure." She pulled back just as rapidly as she'd darted in, and stood to leave. "Gotta go - Mom's gonna be upset if I'm any longer."
He nodded, almost numb from elation. "Pilialoha?"
"Yes, Egan?"
"What should I tell my friends?"
She flicked her tail in his face. "I'm your girlfriend. Tell them whatever you want to." With a smirk, she raced off towards her house, a cloud of dust settling after she was gone.
Egan didn't even care that he was covered in dust. He practically floated all the way home, happiness filling his heart.
What is His Favorite Animal?
Meercats, of course!
Girlfriend:
Pilialoha
What is The Song That Best Describes Their Relationship?
The Grey (Icon for Hire)
If He Could Choose His Outfit, What Would He Choose to Wear?
If he were going into a fire or a hot environment, he'd choose a gas mask or self-contained breathing apparatus and fire helmet. He'd also have on his accessory of choice, a necklace given to him by his mother, as he rarely takes this trinket off or doesn't have it on his possession or at least where he can see it. It looks rather girly, but he doesn't care, as it holds such a special place in his heart. He will wear it any place he so desires - as a normal necklace around his neck, wrapped around one of his paws like a bracelet, wrapped around his tail, or dangling from one of his ears.
General Information:
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Swimming: ●●●●○○○
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Pouncing: ●●●●●○○
Fighting: ●●●●●●○
Hunting: ●●●●●●○
Wrestling: ●○○○○○○
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Politeness: ●●●○○○○
Maturity: ●●●●●○○
Herbal Knowledge: ●○○○○○○
Leadership Skills (Small Groups): ●●●●●●○
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Fur:
●○○○○○○○○○ --- Rough
●●●●●●●○○○ --- Dry
●●●●●●●●○○ --- Smooth
●●●●●●●●●○ --- Soft
●●●○○○○○○○ --- Oily
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Brief Description:
Season of Birth: Summer.
Body Type: Average build. A bit muscular. Slightly skinny.
Size: Average.
Claws: Average.
Teeth: Average.
Tail Length: Average.
Scars: A long, jagged one on his right arm. His right ear has a small chunk that was sliced out of it, as well. He also has a scar under his right eye, but no one knows how it got there except for him.
Mutation: Flame Tail (Uncommon)
Anomaly: This viscet has a black tail not because he was born with it, but because fire singed his previously-yellow tail so much that it actually damaged the nerve endings of each individual hair follicle. The fur will always grow back black because of this, instead of its normal, yellow color.
Food Favorites:
Meal - Steak and Potatoes
Food - Cheese-Stuffed Jalapenos
Snack Food - Lays Potato Chips
Breakfast - Pancakes and Bacon, No Eggs
Cereal - Cap'n Crunch
Lunch - Fried Egg Sandwich
Fruit - Dragonfruit
Dinner - Pot Roast (Beef and Carrots)
Vegetable - Potato
Dessert - Ice Cream Sundae
Cookie - Molasses
Ice Cream - Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough
Non-Alcoholic Drink - Hi-C
Alcoholic Drinks - Vodka & Orange and Absinthe
Carbonated Drink - Root Beer
Coffee - Starbucks
Tea - Brisk
Water - Blk.
Media Favorites:
Villain - Nero, from Star Trek (2009)
Villainess - Ursula, from The Little Mermaid
Male Hero - Percy Jackson, from the Percy Jackson & the Olympians series by Rick Riordan
Female Hero - Rapunzel, from Tangled
Movie - Fireproof
Quote From a Movie - Hook Hand Thug: "Your dream stinks. I was talking to her." (Tangled)
Disney Movie - Tangled
Comedy Movie - The Emperor's New Groove (2000)
Romance Movie - The Fault in Our Stars (2014)
Adventure/Action Movie - Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)
Sci-Fi Movie - Star Trek Into Darkness (2013)
Classic Movie - The Wizard of Oz (1939)
TV Show - Sherlock (BBC)
Sci-Fi TV Show - Doctor Who (BBC)
Quote From a TV Show - "I'm Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective."
Cartoon - Looney Tunes
Cartoon Character - Daffy Duck
Book - Animal Farm by George Orwell
Quote From a Book - “Several of them would have protested if they could have found the right arguments.” (Animal Farm by George Orwell)
Music Genre - Rock
CD Cover - Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium
Disney Singer - Mandy Moore
Bands/Groups - Icon for Hire and Fireflight
Artist - Audrey Assad
Song Title - Fire With Fire by The Letter Black
Quote From Song Lyrics - I say I wanna be happy, but I quickly forget - will I sabotage all the good I've got left? Depression's like a big fur coat, it's made of dead things but it keeps me warm. (Iodine by Icon for Hire)
Acapella Song - Love Again (Pentatonix)
Blues/R&B/Soul Song - Boogie Wonderland (Earth Wind & Fire)
Christian/Gospel/Religious Song - Note to God (Charice)
Classical, Instrumental, or Orchestral Song - Minimal Beat (Lindsey Stirling)
Country Song - Loud (Big & Rich)
Dance Song - Round & Round (Selena Gomez & The Scene)
Disney Song- Send It On (Disney's Friends for Change)
Holiday Song - I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day (Casting Crowns)
Music Box Song - Sherlock Theme (Megan Yee)
New Age Song - Agnus Dei (Libera)
Piano Song - [六兆年と一夜物語] IA - Six Trillion Years and Overnight Story [Piano Cover]
Pop Song - Just a Dream (Sam Tsui and Christina Grimmie)
Rock Song - Painting Flowers (All Time Low)
Singer/Songwriter Song - 『Rockleetist』 Bad Apple!! - English 『Ashe』
Soundtrack Song - Archangel (Two Steps From Hell)
Techno Song - One Last Letter - VIP Remix (SoundOfTheAviators)
Other Favorites:
Names - Ignacio and Delling
Letter - F
Number - 451
Numeral - 0
Mood - Peaceful
Body Part - Eyes
Color of Eyes - Blue
Saying - "Though I have fallen, I will rise."
Color - Orange
Plant - Wicker from Cañamares, Cuenca, Spain (Image belongs to David Santiago Garcia/Aurora Photos)
Game - Apples to Apples
Board Game - Scrabble
Card Game - Hearts
Season - Spring
Gift He Received - His mother's necklace.
Gift He Gave - An old, worn-down fire helmet to a youngster who had hatched just weeks before he'd seen the little one staring at him, eyes wide with wonder.
Joke - A nursery school teacher was delivering a station wagon full of kids home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the fire truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children began discussing the dog’s duties.
“They use him to keep crowds back," said one youngster.
“No,” said another, “he’s just for good luck.”
A third child brought the argument to a close. “They use the dogs,” she said firmly, “to find the fire hydrants.”
Joke was found by typing in "fireman joke" into Bing.com and searching through the multiple entries. The site isn't safe to link to, so I'll have to just say that it doesn't belong to me.
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Aɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ sᴛᴇᴀᴅʏ, ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘᴀᴄᴇ. I ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀʀᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ.
Aɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ sᴛᴇᴀᴅʏ, ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘᴀᴄᴇ. I ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀʀᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ.
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Hex Codes:
Base - ffa100 ffff00 c0c0c0
Undermane (Stomach) - ffff000
Mane (Back) and Current Tail - 0c0c0c
(Previous Tail - ffff00)
Nose - 0c0c0c
Eyes - ff2e00 ffff000
Mutation(s):
Flame Tail
His tail is a little bit shorter than the average viscet's, but this doesn't hinder his movement anymore than a mole on his cheek would.
Base - ffa100 ffff00 c0c0c0
Undermane (Stomach) - ffff000
Mane (Back) and Current Tail - 0c0c0c
(Previous Tail - ffff00)
Nose - 0c0c0c
Eyes - ff2e00 ffff000
Mutation(s):
Flame Tail
His tail is a little bit shorter than the average viscet's, but this doesn't hinder his movement anymore than a mole on his cheek would.
Pic of firefigher(s) being awesome:
Firefighters rescue a San Juan Capistrano family from a car dangling over a bridge after a fiery crash on Highway 101 near Buellton.
Why Do I Want Him?
The moment I saw this lovely boy, I fell in love. I currently own 9/10 viscets that I can own, and I REALLY didn't want to use up my last slot on another viscet so soon after getting my ninth (a breeding of two of my viscets, Ordell and Leilani)...but when I saw him, I really thought it over. I kept thinking and thinking. I thought to myself, If I try for him, and another viscet comes along that I love even more, I won't be able to try for it and I'll be sad. And I don't want that to happen. After thinking it over some more over the next couple days, I decided. If I let this guy slip through my fingers without even trying, I'll greatly dislike myself for just lying there and not trying for the little dude I love so much. I had made up my mind: I would try out for this guy and use up my last slot. What intrigued me about him in the first place was his bright and vibrant design. I don't generally like yellow or pale orange as colors, but on him, they were so appealing and pleasing to the eye. The silver streaks in his pelt were a shock to the eyes, drawing attention both to them and away from them at the same time. They have such lovely form and shape, but still you wish to look away from the blinding color...just like fire. Fire is beautiful to look at, but get too close and it can damage you for good. His burning eyes and darker accents give off the impression that he has a fiery temper, and that he burns everything he touches. The dark grey reminded me of smoke and charred items, burnt to ash from a relentless flame. But when I saw that sweet smile, I figured that he changed - that once, he was a corrupt viscet, bent only on hurting others and helping himself...but along the way, something changed him, and he became a better viscet, albeit one with issues from a past of harrowing experiences. This small spark of a personality was what really pushed me to try out for him - that, and his absolutely GORGEOUS design which drew me in from the very beginning.