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Username: Marsh
Name: Ray Sullivan
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Occupation: Recordshop Owner

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Ray is the type of kalon who always seems to know what to say to cheer someone up when, to them, their day feels unbearable. Somehow, he can persuade them that not everything is as awful as it seems to be in that seemingly fateful moment. One way he achieves this is by going out of his way to convince them to smile once again; almost every action from Ray is for the entertainment of those around him, even if it's at his own expense through a self-deprecating joke. If by the time he's ended the day he hasn't managed to cause laughter among those around him, Ray refuses to consider the day as a successful one. He often sees it as his purpose to bring a little light into the world and cause it to be a slightly nicer place, especially with so much negativity around. Even if he only affects the day of one person he will count it as an achievement.

Another feature of Ray's character is that he's rather indecisive when it comes down to it and he is particularly bad at making decisions without input from other individuals. He tends to find himself turning to his parents to help him weigh out the pros and cons of a situation, but even with this option, Ray has also been known to proceed with poorly informed choices due to his inability to make a quick decision in a moment's thought.

A lover of all things old, Ray is also a massive sucker for vintage clothing and records. He truly loves the idea of giving things a second life and really appreciates the stories behind objects. Furthermore, in his opinion, there's just something so charming about being able to hold a physical version of a piece of music or movie. This is part of the reason he owns a record shop in the centre of town so that he can share his love of older things with those that happen to pass by his quaint little business.

His shop, predominantly selling records but also cassette tapes and CDs among others, gives visitors the impression of friendliness from the second they step into the building. At the front are boxes of £1 bins selling an assortment of pretty much every style of music in no particular order. All other three walls are stocked to the brim with alphabetised records while a small back room with a coffee machine breaks up the virtually uninterrupted sea of records. Throughout the entire day, records play upbeat and relaxing music on the turntables from the back room and occasionally you'll see customers bobbing along to the tunes - Ray wants people to feel comfortable and welcomed from the moment they walk in, so he definitely doesn't mind it when his customers feel relaxed enough to have a small dance to the music while flicking through records. All this, combined with a slightly yellowed lighting casting a vintage feel over everything in the room, creates a warm and cosy vibe with the really fun and friendly atmosphere he works so hard to keep up.

Those that meet him through his work will most likely get the impression that he's slightly scatter-brained, but that really isn't the case. What they could be mistaking as forgetfulness is actually just Ray's odd style of working. He often prefers to work on several things at once, doing a little bit of each one until he gets bored for the moment and moves on to the next task at hand for a while. Ray flits around filing away records, wiping covers, sweeping the floor and ringing up sales at what appears to be random. For most people, this might appear to be the most ineffectual way of working they could think of, but Ray is actually surprisingly productive with this work style.

To some people, Ray appears to be a very confident guy and while the truth of the matter is that he does really enjoy socialising, it's not entirely the case. While at work, he tends to adopt a specific mode of conversation and small-talk that makes the customers welcome but doesn't really reveal too much about himself. The reality is that once conversation went past friendly small-talk and into more personal matters, Ray would really struggle to keep up a conversation. He goes all shy when it comes to sharing more private information, even something as simple as his favourite colour so if it was up to him to start a conversation when he wasn't at work, he would most likely end up struggling to approach a person, let alone think of any words to say.

Ray's 'work-mode' is almost a front to hide his insecurities and struggle with sharing deep information, but that side of him is part of the person he would much rather be. He aspires to be able to maintain his friendliness at work outside of his job and even when it comes to working on a relationship where there's the possibility that he could be more than friends with someone. It doesn't help at all that he is the worst hopeless romatic he knows, but Ray likes to believe in personal growth and hopes to better himself as a person and maybe find someone to settle down with in the near future.

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oh i’m gonna kill for this one

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Possible mark if I have time <3

[S-S-Sweets]

Dropping out because of time - good luck to all those entering !! <3

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!! cutie

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Pain, hope, dreams.
Ever since zeke was a boy, those three words would always somehow get into his life. Same how drips of ink would drop in a story you're making.

Zeke was always a quiet boy, everyone knew that. He was home-schooled, and didn't interact with any of the kids from his little town by the sea. Whenever someone would see zeke, they would always see him working, tirelessly, helping his parents. They would see him as a little boy, unable to push the boat into the sea, trying his hardest to make his parents proud. He would often fish with them, and would sell fish on the market every morning. People were questioning his parents, asking things such as “Isn't he a bit too young to be working so hard? He is only but a boy!”, the parents never replied, but told zeke to never listen to other people, that they're all lying. That there is a thing to fear, and a thing to live for, and that the other people would never understand, would see him as mad. Zeke didn't mind that he wasn't able to be around other kids, after all, they never worked, all they did was play, and he disliked that. There is a thing to fear, and to live for, he repeated his father's words inside his head.

As zeke was growing older, he was growing more anxious, wanting to interact with others. He would watch other boys his age hold hands of pretty girls, friends writing letters and putting them in bottles, zeke soon grew lonely, but still, there was work to do, there always was, and he could not let his feelings get the best of him, he tried his best to push them away, deep inside, after all, that's what his parents want, isn't it? He never wanted to make them sad, since they were so proud of him, and they loved him dearly.

Now a teenager, zeke was working less, since the people were moving away, no people, no fish to sell, and no people, no friends, his parents would often travel to other cities to sell their produces, leaving zeke alone at home. It was all fine and well, until one day they didn't return. Zeke would wait for hours, staring through the window, hoping to see his parents come back, but they never did. He always wanted to go and find out what happened to them, but he never knew where to go. He never left this town anyways, what does he know of the outside world? What if he gets lost, just like them? And besides, they told him to stay, no matter what, so stay and work he had to.

Zeke finally had a chance to get out, and talk to the people, the only problem was, there weren’t many people left. Only elders, who had no interest in talking with Zeke. They’d still talk behind his back, how his parents ruined him, and then left him here to rot alone. They felt sorry for the boy, but had little to no wish to interact with him.

Years would pass by, until the rest of the people moved away, or died, and Zeke was left as the only resident of once a thriving town. His loneliness haunted him. He would visit the old marketplace, the old houses, hoping to hear a sound, or see a face. He would waste hours wandering around the town.

Until one day, zeke was walking outside, as always, and a storm came, the skies turned dark, he couldn’t find his way home, it’s as if he forgot. Confused, and lost he wandered the streets, and soon he ended up on the beach, and in the distance he saw the lighthouse, a lighthouse his parents told him to never, ever go to, for it is the end. Zeke would finally break a promise he and his parents made, as he slowly walked towards it, rain pouring down. He knocked on the door, but no one opened, scared, lost, and feeling guilty, he finally decided to step inside.

Inside were of course, stairs, but under them, there was a bed, a fireplace, a red rug, a bed-stand and a lamp. The lamp was turned on, and it was shining brightly, and inviting zeke to walk closer to it. As he looked into it, he swore he saw his family weeping. With rushing thoughts, he looked outside, and saw that it got even darker, feeling guilty, he lied down on the bed, and let the darkness consume him.

Morning. He was woken up by singing, a female voice. He looked around, confused, and saw what appeared to be a mermaid, combing her hair on the beach, singing to herself. Completely smitten, and in awe of what he’s seeing, he quickly rushed outside. The sky was so clear, and so was the water, he was surprised there weren’t any debris on the beach, as he was walking closer to the mermaid.

Finally, I can talk to someone, after so long, zeke thought to himself. But a mermaid? This can’t be real, can it? Standing still, he didn’t dare speak. Soon, the mermaid stopped singing, and she turned around, her eyes growing wide as she saw zeke. Zeke raised his hands, trying to calm her down, he took a few steps back, still unable to speak. “So it is you” she said, with a calm, crystal clear voice. Zeke tried to speak, but he couldn’t. “Do not fear, it is all over now.” She said, and glanced towards the ocean. “You’re dead” Zeke shook his head, what does she mean? “You’ve been dead for a long time. Your parents weren’t able to let go of you.. Their pain still haunts me..” She frowned “But do not fear, your journey is over, and a new one will start soon.” She said, and pointed to the lighthouse, “A thing to live for.”

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Marking probably just to watch

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username: Calibri
name: Macaroni "Mac" Reese (meaning: Macaroni, "son", "enthusiasm")
gender: Male

Macaroni is a creative spirit with what one might call an overactive imagination. You see, Mac strongly believes he is a superhero – just like those he reads about in the comics at his workplace, the comic book store. His usual self is an awkward and clumsy character, but when he puts on his mask and cape and turns into his superhero form, Manta Ray, he is transformed into a brave and daunting kalon. Of course he doesn’t possess actual superpowers, but Macaroni is a firm believer than he has x-ray (wink, wink) vision and can see through walls; as well as the power of flight, which consists of skipping everywhere he goes. Nobody seems to question his "superpowers" though.

A bashful and skittish kalon, Macaroni runs a modest comic book store with few regulars – just how he likes it. He’s not one for being the centre of attention and easily gets flustered if a lot of people look at him at once. Most kalons wouldn’t think twice when looking at him, an average man with nothing out of the ordinary going on for him, a square with no defining features or traits. That is exactly how he likes it – whether it is because he deems himself unfit to be in the spotlight and feels uncomfortable with it or he believes he needs to keep a low profile to prevent having his alter ego exposed, nobody knows. However, when he suits up and turns into Manta Ray, he is quite the opposite - his confidence and courage is boosted and he rushes to help those in need, whether they need help crossing the road or carrying their shopping to their car. Manta Ray is an everyday hero and a source of inspiration for many, a reminder to be kind and help those who may need it, a beacon of hope that there is good in the world and selfless acts do occur even if the world seems bleak.

Nobody expects the skittish, awkward and clumsy comic book store-owner to be the courageous kalon behind the mask and cape. Perhaps the world is not yet ready to see who Manta Ray truly is – for the time being, Macaroni will keep his cunning disguise and separate Macaroni Reese and Manta Ray from each other. Macaroni himself doesn’t see himself as a hero. To him, he is just a simple comic book store-owner doing his duty to be kind to others.

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