[Sunniedew]

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[mongrel]

Ahh mark <333

[lysander]

lysander  /  mallius  /  male



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a fury tempered like steel; cool on the surface yet hot as fire underneath. eyes that burn holes into others, alight with a purpose and driven to accomplish all he sets out to do. he despises others, hates interaction, prefers the unhampered solitude of silence, and has an ego the size of a mountain. he's all quiet confidence — cocky at times, sure, but he's not no need to brag when his prowess speaks for itself. he's gained quite a few enemies this way, with his dismissive, unfriendly attitude. he's scathing at first, stubborn as a rock as time goes on — but like stone, his facade can be eroded away to something smoother, more gentle. mallius is deeply private, speaking few words and maintaining even fewer bonds. it's no doubt that he's a hard one to crack — heck, he hardly ever cracks a smile to begin with — yet his loyalty knows no bounds once you earn it. for those select few, he is a rock, rooted firmly to his beliefs, and he stops at nothing to protect and aid those precious gems he lets into his life.



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he was borne ash, fire, brimstone — gathered from atop a volcanic peak where magma boils underneath the ground and lava cools on along the ridges of an altar. the temple of agnayi — an ancient fire goddess of a time long gone. this was where he was made, where he was conceived. his first breath of life took place in a place that smelt black with smoke. this was his birthplace.

or, well, not quite. it's where his corporal body was made. his soul — well. that came from somewhere else. somewhere far, far below the earth, past the realm of mortals and through the gates of the underworld. see, mallius was a king. a very powerful one at that — a king of demons is nothing to trifle with. sitting atop his throne, he'd spend the timeless eternities overseeing legions of demons, ghouls, ghosts — all things that caused chaos and havoc on the mortal realm. it was his job, after all; you can't have order without a little chaos to spice things up. between fiddling with the mortal coil and his responsibility, mallius enjoyed honing his skills in the coliseum, practicing his own brand of ancient magic against other immortal foes. he wasn't a rule without reason, after all; he fought, lied, and killed his way to the top of the food chain, stepping on the corpses of countless mortals to become the king of demons. it was an existence hard earned with his own two hands.

everything changed when a little mage in training summoned him to the surface.

her goal: a golem made from the earth blessed by the goddess agnayi. her first real test in magecraft after years of intensive training by the shaman-nuns of her village. her hands were sweating buckets that day as she recanted the spell she'd written from scratch. a tomb of lava, ash, coal: these were her ingredients, her reagents. from this, she'd bring a being to life using her own skills.

somehow, she accidentally summoned the soul of a demon king instead.



mallius remembered waking up with a start in a body he didn't recognize. he was no longer an immortal entity — he was real. he had flesh, dark like the rust-colored earth around him, and he could feel all the parts of his body working in ways he never felt before. his limbs had a weight to them. something beat in his chest that he didn't recognize.

before him stood a short, little girl holding a handmade spell book. she was deathly pale, yet smiling at him as if she wasn't about to pass out.

his first reaction was anger. he tried to stand up immediately, but — no luck. his legs were as unsteady as a newborn fawn's. embarrassing, no. humiliating. what king could not stand up on his own two feet?

the girl seemed to snap out of it, reaching over to take his hand. he jerked his hand away, glaring back at her.

"you... shouldn't try to walk so soon. sorry, i probably... um, i'm not really good at this whole golem thing... i've tried to make one so many times, and... you're the first one that's actually come to life."

mallius could only stare back at her in disbelief.

"...you... made a golem?"

"yes, i'm a witch in training. making you is part of my final exam!"

"...making me?"

"oh! of course, i almost forgot — i need to name you and everything, but i just don't know... i'm awful with names, but i thought of a list you could choose fr—"

"— my name is mallius and i am no golem."

the witch blinked at him, slow and clueless. golems were not supposed to know their own names. neither of them knew what future was in store.


it's funny how fate works. to think of it now makes mallius chuckle with a kind of nostalgia; both he and faustine were far in over their heads. she — a novice witch with incredible potential. clumsy but kind, with a determination hidden beneath her sweet smile. then, he — towering a good two feet over her, a dark skinned brute of a man with eyes like burning embers, bound by contract to serve her for the rest of his life. in the beginning, mallius spent countless hours trying to find a way to undo the spell, but faustine's magic was far stronger than he ever realized. even she, try as she might, couldn't undo her own work.

i'm so sorry, she said. she's apologized so many times. more than mallius could count.

yet, over time, things changed. the evenings he spent with her in her cottage, watching her read old books of yore with a sparkle in her eye. the way she'd wake up every morning at the crack of dawn to chant mantras to hone her focus. she was still as clumsy as ever, sure — but watching her made something change in mallius that he didn't understand at first, but did now.

is it possible for a demon king to gain humanity?

he didn't know. he didn't know how a life as fleeting as a mortal's could be filled with so much pain — and so much joy.
all he knows now is that he never wants to leave her side, for as long as she lived. no matter how brief a time it was.

[Tomura]

(I had to simplify his design so much because making dark patterns on dark bodies with lowest brightness setting is difficult ;n;)

Jiyarukku is a mix of the Japanese words for time, royal, and clock
USERNAME: HaileyM || NAME: KING JIYARUKKU
NICKNAMED "THE CLOCKWORK KING"
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Jiyarukku, or Rukku for short, can seem quite cold and hateful. But this is only because kings of his world are constantly in fear of their life, and must always appear the most threatening and dominant in order to lower the risk of assassination. Rukku isn't afraid to insult others to their face, and will often insult powerful enemies. He isn't as tough as he appears though, and while he did take some self defense training as a young Kalon kit, he isn't extremely strong or good at fighting. Rukku is respectful to important members of his kingdom, such as his wife and his soldiers. He is rather impatient, often giving orders with almost impossible deadlines.
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Changing worlds didn't change his personality much, though he did began to hate other Kalons. He didn't understand why nobody believed anything he said and called him crazy, and when he tried to help them change their primitive and barbaric ways, they banned him from the kingdom. Rukku insists that everyone call him either "The Clockwork King" or "The King of Clockworks". Just like before, Rukku is unafraid to insult anyone, and often insulted royal families, until eventually he decided he hated this new world and ran away with a new adopted son into a snowy forest atop a mountain. There, he plotted to steal the throne of his least favorite king, one that had tried to execute him for being 'insane'.
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|| HISTORY ||
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In his first world, Jiyarukku was a king. What a big responsibility; most kings are constantly in danger of being assassinated. At least, in this time. That's right... in around the year 4000, they brought back kings. In the year 3566 was the death of the planet that had originally held kalons. It had blown up in a nuclear war. Luckily, many kalons had been either saved from the dying planet or had been in spaceships or in other planets already. As for where Rukku is, that planet is a hot planet, with many active volcanoes and large, bubbling lakes of lava. Most of the ground is made up of ember or coal, along with some ash and glass. The walkways are made up of artificial roads. These roads do get hot, but it's better than pretty much walking on bare lava.
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As for food, the average diet consists of magma insects, though there are also a few plants and berries scattered around that are edible, albeit disgusting and bitter. There are flavors that can be added to the food, but that is reserved only for kings, like Rukku. Kings are treated highly not because they can easily kill off a city, or because they're more powerful, or because they do a lot of hard work during battles and things. Kings are rewarded for one reason; ever since the kalons settled down in their new home, it was the king's job to work on a time machine. And he would teach the prince to work on it, who would become king and teach the new prince. This time machine was supposed to someday allow kalons to go back to the old Earth and save it from the nuclear war that would cause its inevitable certain doom.
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|| CHANGING WORLDS ||
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It was time... After many generations, Jiyarukku was the one that was meant to finish the time machine. It was his responsibility. If he failed, then he had failed all of the kalons that had believed in him. He wouldn't be exiled, but the guilt of failing them would probably make him exile himself. And Rukku truly believed that he could do it. He didn't even need to go back to his own time, just as long as he could go back and save the Earth. It would likely create a new timeline, but as long as all kalons knew that there was some timeline, somewhere, that was safe, it was fine. They were fine.
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"The King of Clockworks will save us!"
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"The Clockwork King can stop the nuclear war!"
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As millions of kalons cheered him on, Rukku began to feel doubt. Like somehow, it wouldn't work. But as long as he had the pendant wrapped around his neck, they could hear him. They could see his journey, wherever he was. And with how well-built the pendant was, it could potentially last over a thousand years, since it didn't use much power. But, still... taking in a deep breath, Rukku stepped inside the machine and activated it, falling unconscious.
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When he regained consciousness, he was not in the year 3566. It was raining, and there were many trees. In the distance, there seemed to be a village, as well as a castle. When he entered the village, he could recognize it as the medieval time period. He was roughly 2,000 years too early. When he attempted to warn the villagers, nobody believed him. They thought he was crazy. They thought he belonged in an asylum. He soon grew to hate these medieval kalons. But maybe, there was a way to save Earth still.
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Rukku traveled to the next town, going to the orphanage and adopting a young Kalon, who he named Koru. He then ran far away, to the top of a snowy mountain with many trees atop it. He spent years and years building a house, but soon it was done. His son helped him with the construction as well. From a young age, he taught Koru about the future, showing him the pendant, as well as tell Koru to get a child, tell them what to do, and change the future.
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[chamomile.]

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res! they lived in modern day, was homeless and fell asleep under a bridge for the night. They woke up to a post apocalyptic world, where there are very few kalons still alive, the buildings are rumble and there is very little left in the world.

[Lady Tuesday]

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from: Roman Empire gladiator bab
now: Voctorian Era mmmmm I love me the Victorian Era

[Chilis]

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[Midnightkitkat]

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personality;; Vasheti is a bitter a cruel ex-leader. He has no regards for other's feelings and does as he pleases. the kalon rarely shows any affection to any one or thing. He speaks his mind and doesn't tend to listen to other people's advice and thoughts. His ambitious nature and determination lead him to be quite blunt and will not let anything stand in the way of what he wants to achieve. Vasheti has a mindset that says he cannot lose or be defeated, which is his fatal flaw in the end. Behind all his harshness, is a kalon who just wants to create a long lasting empire and to become a name that is written down and remembered. Vasheti is blind to all his actions and tends not to think about the consequences and just do. The ex-leader is very manipulative and cunning, as that is how he achieved most of his followers. Vasheti fears failure itself and it fuels him to continue what he calls his masterpiece of an empire.
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Where are they from? Where are they now, and how do they react? Vasheti comes a great medieval empire from which he ruled for many years. Throughout his reign he grew blood thirsty and power-hungry. He expanded his empire, leading a powerful army and demolishing anything in his way. Prideful and arrogant, he took over many cities, villages and countries. His only enemy was a powerful enchantress that remained loyal until she was close enough to curse him. The powerful enchantress would've killed him, if it weren't her second of doubt before cursing the bloodthirsty ruler. In a epic fight between the two, the mighty leader fell into a deep sleep away in another planet. While he was cursed, legends of him arose and eventually it got twisted enough that he was just a myth, soon to be forgotten into the abyss of time. The world was at peace, and recovering from his rule that destroyed many families and cities. The enchantress lived in fear and anxiousness, knowing one day her curse would break and Vasheti would return, wanting her blood on his paws. the enchantress lived with this burden for the rest of her life, telling her apprentice that one day he would return and flip the world upside down. The enchanter and enchantresses of the future would always keep this hidden from the public to prevent mass hysteria and to keep their place in the social pyramid.
Vasheti slept for thousands of years in a dark, hellish, volcanic planet, only with dark mystical spirits to keep the ex-leader company. He woke up to multiple spirits huddled around him, their glowing eyes startling the kalon awake. Confusion overwhelmed him, he thought he was dead and was shocked to be conscious again. Part of him doubted he was alive, but it just seemed right. Right away, Vasheti started planning his revenge, and how to get back to his home. The spirits tried to convince the leader otherwise, he could stay here in peace on the planet. Vasheti hesitated, a strong desire to go back lingered inside him. Going against his desires, he stayed only to be betrayed by the glowing eyes betrayed him. They harassed him throughout his stay, until he found his way back. He lived isolation with faint spirits still haunting him. He no longer seeks revenge, due to the horrible spirits that haunt him, but he hopes one day he will be able to redeem himself.
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