The Vis make their home in the wastelands of the Jorir Basin and Jorir Wastes, which is held as a blessing by all other races, since they stand short only of perhaps the Odi in their deadliness. The life of a Vis revolves singly around his or her gun. It goes everywhere with every Vis, and can be used for anything to help make a situation better. They are firmly of the belief that a gun is only as dangerous as its owner, which even the Patientia would have to agree would be true, except the Vis make it a fatal combination; they also have a steadfast denial that a gun was created for only one purpose alone: to kill things. Between their obsession with their guns and their deadly habit of trying to use guns for everything they do, the Vis comprise a race that rivals the Odi in its danger.

Kind, intelligent, and courteous, the Vis can be more frustrating than any other race on Extremus Terra. They will steadfastly deny that killing something was their fault even if they were the ones to shoot it, instead telling the dumbfounded onlookers that this should be a lesson that other people should be more careful around guns. This uncanny ability to lose grip with reality makes the Vis unbelievably dangerous while wielding the world's most efficient tool for making a mistake a permanent one, and they are feared by almost every other race for this reason.