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New Name:  Roswell

Gender: Male

Personality: (200+ Words) Roswell is often considered a cold viscet, cursed with poison immortality, destined to die, over and over again.  He's often a very solitary viscet, trying to desperately avoid getting too close to any other viscet he may hurt with his inability to die. A lifetime for a mortal is nothing more then one small fragment in his multitude of lifetimes. He's distant and spacey, too often lost in the past and the lifetimes he'd lived that were actually good. He has nothing to do besides read and think most of the time as he's now moved deep into the canyons and valleys of the untamed parts of Oderiegn, trying to hide from the side affects that come with his powers. Any viscet who kills him is granted temporary immortality, so he also doesn't want to get close to many viscets due to having been stabbed in the back far to many times to count. His powers are easy to exploit, as many viscets who want immortality feel little remorse in killing another viscet who can never die. He does enjoy company, he's just too scared of betrayal to try and find someone to hang out with him. The poor 'cet is quite and remorseful, desperately wishing he could go back in time and change his past choices. 

1 Art Piece or 200+ word Writing about the character:

The viscet dug through the silt and sand, one viscet in a group of many scavenging for anything of archaeological significance. Roswell was a explorer and historian, trying to figure out the mysteries of long lost Oderiegn. His paws hit something hard and smoothish, the sand still covering the artifact. He lifted the thing out, revealing it as a shimmering blue stone, slightly transparent and glimmering in the hot, bright sun. He lifted it up, shouting out to the other viscets on the team that he found something. 

"I got something! It's a jewel." 

Another viscet walked over, eyes widening as they saw the stone Roswell was holding.

"No, Ros, put that down. Put that down right now." Roswell tried to drop the stone, and as he did, the world seemed to spin, the desert dunes blurring and twirling around him, as he collapsed into the sand, his vision flickering from the bright desert to a dark series of caves and back again. Eventually the spinning and flickering subsided, Roswell trying to get himself up, rubbing his head. One of the other viscets were there, but even the caravans and carts they'd brought gone. Roswell got fully back up, trying to stumble his way back to the encampment the archaeologists had set up with the help of his teammate. They eventually made it back, the other viscets trying to explain what had happened out there. After dropping the stone, Roswell's eyes had started glowing, and everyone was too scared to try and touch him until he got up. This was just the beginning of Roswell's many lives, and the original, the first, and the day he found the stone. He now has lived many lives, but the haunting things that had happened that day still scare him, and the fact that the stone is probably still out there, buried again under the shifting sands, makes his heart hurt at the thought of another viscet losing it's normal life to a forgotten curse. 

New Name: Jaxon Dreax

Gender: Male

Personality: Jaxon is very self conscious and aware of his surroundings. Ever since he was a child he was told to, “Watch your back,” and, “Prepare for the worst.” He knew why he was being told these things. Jaxon was born in 2405, the apocalypse. It was a basic war zone. Almost no fresh food or water was available for those still alive. Jaxon learned quickly that he could trust no one, not even family. After a group of rouges attacked his family’s camp he vowed to leave and search for him. Though after the “incident” life didn’t get better. With little fresh resources it was hard for him to survive. He was off on his own traveling to who knows where while fighting rouges and other monsters. It wasn’t till a few years later his life was really destroyed. The world was dying, and the couldn’t stop it. A group of the highest and most powerful people decided the best way to save the earth was to go back and time to stop the apocalypse. In order to do this they chose a group of the world’s “Losers.” Coincidentally Jaxon just so happened to fit into that category. When he woke up the next day in a government base Jaxon had no clue what to think. The whole world was up to him to save. The government hadn’t tested their time machine yet, so Jaxon pretty much sighed a death warrant by saying yes. He knew though that by doing this there could be a chance for him to live a normal life. 

1 Art Piece or 200+ word Writing about the character

Jaxon blinked his eyes open sleepily. She squinted and looked around this new surrounding. He put his arm out and grabbed onto a chair. Slowly he pulled himself up. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, “Hello?” There seemed to be nobody around. Jaxon looked around the building. It seemed very normal. There was a table, a chair, even a television, which was something Jaxon hadn’t seen in a while.  The only thing that was different about this place was the fact that the entire room was built of metal. He walked over to the door and tried to open it. Unfortunately for him, the door was locked, “Hello! Open this door you cowards.” He looked around once again, only this time he spotted a camera. It was like magic because right after he heard the door open.

“Hello Jaxon. Do you mind if we call you that.” Jaxon shrugged, “Sure.”                                         “Great. Well Jaxon we have something big planned for you. How would you like to see your brother?”                                                                     Jaxon smiled, “Go on. I’m listening.” Jaxon didn’t exactly know what was going on. He didn’t have to. All he knew was these people knew where is brother was, or knew what happened. Jaxon’s mission was to find him, and if these people knew where he was Jaxon would listen and obey.

“Great,” the voice spoke again and the door popped open, “Right this way Jaxon.”