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[SilhouetteStation]

Username: SilhouetteStation
Name: Jasper
Gender: Male

How have they changed overtime?:

Few can say they've truly mastered the art of stealth. Whose hands can slip into any pocket, whose breathing makes no sound, whose feet are so light as they run they leave no mark. Few can say they excelled in the art of thievery like I did.

I look around me now at the sun streaming through the ornate glass windows, lighting up the palace walls. I think how I came to live here under the King not as a prisoner, but as trusted staff.

I could hear the dogs, the horses hoofbeats, men atop their backs chasing me from the city into the forest. Fools. Didn't they know this was my domain?

I knew this woodland like the back of my hand. I dodged trees, leapt over bushes, twisted this way and that in the hopes of throwing off my scent. My grip tightened on the bag of gold coins I held; mine, now.

It wasn't long before their sounds began to fade. I wound my way into denser forest, shielded from prying eyes. A thick, twisted tree was my destination; this old thing had been a safe spot for many occasions. I thanked it often for its many hidden compartments. In went my gold and cloak. Covered just right you'd never notice them.

For me, part of the beauty of being a thief was when no one saw your face and you reaped the rewards of an anonymous crime.

Honestly, I don't think they'd ever suspect me anyway. I was blessed with an innocent, childish face; I used it to my advantage well.

I left the tree, heading off in different directions before doubling back. I'd learnt to always be careful. Throw off your trail in any way you can to keep yourself safe.

I headed back the way I came, sticking closer to the river. The forest was mostly silent, apart from a few birds chittering. Great alarm system, those creatures.

This was the part I'd always loved most; knowing what I'd done, that I'd gotten away with it, and being able to wander around seeming as though I hadn't a care in the world.

A sudden shout filled the air. The birds flew up, startled. I heard the men now, closer. A buck I'd not noticed close by let out a bellow, charging away from the sound and towards me. Its shoulder clipped me, and as it leapt down the bank I tumbled down after. My head slammed against something hard, and black spots appeared before my eyes. I squeezed them shut as the whole world spun.

I heard splashing as the buck ran across the river and into the forest. Men, closer now. Dogs panting and horses whinnying. A hand touched my shoulder, and for a few seconds I couldn't hear them over the ringing in my ears.

"You alright, son?" I heard him ask.

I saw an opportunity, and took it.

"Oh help!" I cried feebly. "That horrible person pushed me!"

In the distance, the sound of the buck crashing through the undergrowth could still be heard. A few men galloped off on what was certain to be a wild goose chase.

They wrapped a cloth around my bleeding head and took me back to the palace. In truth, my body felt horrid. It was nice to be cared for in the infirmary. When questioned I pretended to be clueless; they believed I'd lost my memory from the impact. All they knew was that my name was Jasper, and I loved the forest.

I'd planned to only stay until I was healed, but I found myself becoming rather accustomed to this new life. I got on well with palace staff. They seemed to like having me around. Even the King became fond of me.

Some of my newfound friends and I went for walks in the woods, and they told others of how well I knew the lands. The King offered me the position of royal messenger, and to my own surprise, I accepted.

Was this me now?

Maybe it was. Maybe I'd needed to see what an honest life looked like. There would always be thieves skulking about, but maybe I didn't need to be apart of that world anymore.

It's been a long while since then. I'm still enjoying this new, reformed life. I still pretend to have none of my previous memories.

Somewhere hidden in the woods, my cloak and stolen gold still remain. That's okay.

I don't need them anymore.

(750/750)

[Takk]

Username: Takk
Name: Jen
Gender: Male
How have they changed overtime?:

Dearest Mother and Father,

It's been several... Months since my last letter. I apologies for my silence but I must say it's been hard getting back into civilization again. When I last wrote you, I was finishing up my final year as a med student. I assure you I've graduated, I have no doubts my degree was mailed to the house when I failed to turn up at the ceremony. It must have been hard for you to come and not see me... For that I am also sorry.
I was a reckless student, often getting into trouble and sticking my nose in the wrong places. I hurt a lot of people, woman and friends to make my way through school with a reputation. What I didn't know at the time was the person I hurt the worst came for me. I was kidnapped that day, locked up and mentally beaten down about my actions. This girl never gave me her name, not her real one anyways... I call her Midnight for her black fur and sharp, purple eyes. Despite what I've just told you, she is so very kind and gentle with me.
Through all of the pains he claims to have about being betrayed, she tries hard to understand me and why I act this way. Her mind isn't clouded by disappointment or fear of being hurt again, but rather the lack of understanding her own mistake makes her feel bad. In turn, it makes me feel bad. I tried to fix my mistake, come up with solutions to make it not her fault but she knew it was lies for me to blame it on my own blindness.
Anyway, I'm letting you know that I'm ok. While I was only there for maybe two weeks before she let me free, I stayed with her to learn. She's very smart, a witch you see. She cares for animals, her family (even if her brother is crazy) and others equally but really can't care for herself. Midnight is unstable, unsure and lost. It's likely why I've been drawn to her I suppose; bold actions followed by such a quiet nature. It makes me wonder about myself, the total opposite. I have a bold nature and an aggressive strain of actions since school started.
So for the time being I'm going to remain with Midnight to observe her, learn from her and hopefully be a better person. My teachers always told me a doctor needs to be kind and thoughtful towards his patients but I never really learned how to be that. I think before I can become a savior to others I should first save myself; and my future. I hope to write back soon with improvements, she's going to help me become somebody better. I don't want to hurt people, I want to be a doctor. To save others, I must first save myself...

Jen
PS: Her name is Orca and this crow is Toadstool. Be nice to him! He likes oatmeal raisin cookies if you've got any around.

[puddssoul]

Username: puddssoul
Name: Icarus
Gender: male
How have they changed overtime?:

Icarus didn't remember much of his childhood. Sterile white walls and the soft beeping noises of machines, mostly. People hurrying by, but they were blurred and he couldn't make out their faces before they were gone. A hospital, his parents would later explain to him. The beeps were the machines that they'd attached to him to monitor everything, and the people rushing by were nurses and doctors caring for him and the other sick children. He couldn't make them out because he'd been contained within a tent made of plastic to keep out germs. His parents even told him they'd dubbed him Icarus because they were afraid their hopes for a lovely, healthy child had been too much, too high, and like Icarus crashing into the sun, they wouldn't be allowed to keep their new son.

But things slowly got better. A normal hospital room, and eventually to a carefully-cleaned bedroom his overjoyed parents had waiting for him with plenty of doctors visits. Maybe it was much more than other kids had to deal with, but Icarus was so happy to have some semblance of a normal life that he couldn't care less. He could finally watch cartoons and play with his disinfected toys, and his mother would fix him breakfast in the mornings. He had to be home-schooled, but it was much better than lying bored in a hospital bed all day long. It would still be a while before his weak immune system would allow for friends and long journeys outside, but progress was progress and he could wait.

As he grew and became more and more healthy and strong, Icarus changed from the very quiet and shy boy that he had been - unused to being around others and getting to do exciting things outside of home - into a very social butterfly who indulged himself in going out and living his life. He was wild and crazy, maybe even a little bit dangerous with the things he did. Skydiving after graduation, driving an actual race car on his birthday, anything that someone might have on their bucket list, Icarus went for it. He heavily documented his adventures online and surrounded himself with like-minded people who were eager to go along with him and do these crazy things. Overjoyed to be surrounded by others, Icarus would pay for their excursions - after all, home schooling had allowed him to graduate early and now he already had a degree and a well-paying job as an IT expert working from home. His parents also gave him a lot of pocket money, perhaps feeling bad for his wasted childhood even though it wasn't their fault.

But as years went on, Icarus realized that these people didn't actually care about him. They had fun with him, sure, and as long as he kept the money coming they'd be on his heels like a pack of gleeful dogs, but when he had a flare up and a health scare - they were nowhere to be found. No one came to see him in his hospital beds except for his own parents. Occasionally they'd text him asking when he thought he would be out and ready to go again, but no well wishes, no flowers, no one holding his hand. It was a real wake up call for him. Most of them never got answers to their texts, and the majority of them he dropped like hot potatoes.

Within the group, of course, there were a few diamonds in the rough. People who he'd never been extremely close to that now he got to know better and realized this was what true friends could be. They offered to pay their share, they were upset when he inevitably injured himself on these trips, they were happy just to go out for food with him or grab a coffee. Sometimes they'd even just hang out at his house as he settled down from his wild phase.

Now, Icarus keeps on with his job, putting in hard work and getting his own house and moving away from his parents - a big leap for him with the fright of his health and his parents wanting to keep him close. He has a ring of close friends he has fun with often, and is hoping to meet more in the future, and perhaps even someone to be a romantic interest.

[cribunni]

username. aloe~

name. Arloh

gender. Genderqueer [ any pronouns ]

how have they changed overtime? Thunder shook the rattling windowsill, lightning cutting across the sky like a knife. The Kalon laid wrapped in blankets, a flashlight held loosely in paw. Arloh shakily wiped their tears, sniffling as they flipped the page. Dozens of old photos were taped up onto the pages of the memory book, showcasing pictures of 3 young kalons and a pretty woman. Arloh ran their paw across the child in the middle. It was them. Arloh looked a lot happier back then, before everything happened. It had been so long since their chest had been anything but hollow. It’s funny how one mistake can change someone’s life entirely.
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[Corey Taylor]

Username: Corey Taylor
Name: Trevor
Gender: Male
How have they changed overtime?: Trevor didn't grow up in the best place in the world. His mother was gone when he was just a young kit. The mother leaving his dad was the most scariest thing he has ever seen. There was so much screaming and yelling. So many things were being thrown. To take out the father's anger, he would verbally and sometimes physically abuse Trevor. Trevor's childhood was ruined forever. He grew up too fast, but that didn't stop him from making good friends. He only has two good friends, but they have never been to his house before. Trevor is too afraid and worried for them going there. His father turned into an alcoholic shortly after the mom left. Things just kept going downhill. His colors on his fur begin to fade. He doesn't feel like trying anymore. His shine doesn't even shine. His eyes and soul are just too dull. His friends notice it instantly. They want to run away with Trevor. To start their own life. A better life. They talked to him about it and he was on board. He was worried about it for some time. What if his father actually care and call the cops? What if he catches them and he's back into the hell that's called home? Eventually those thoughts fade and his colors turn a little brighter. He's excited for this new life. He wants to be happier. He wants to be better. The first weekend of October is their date to run away. It's not that far. Trevor tries his best to control his excitement around his father. Slowly, he starts packing things, not caring if his father finds out. He won't go in his room anyways. He pays no attention to what is in there. He goes to school regularly likes he's supposed to, but it does nothing for him. He's too distracted about running away with his best friends. He goes hope happily, his fur bright, but when he gets home, it's all dull and faded. It's not that he's not happy, it's just that his father is so used to seeing his dull colors, so he has to play it off until his best day comes around. He's out of the house more often with his friends, talking about where they're going to go. They talked about going to a place that's out of state. Good thing they each know how to drive, but Trevor doesn't own a car. His father won't help him get one. He's been trying, but it's hard to get a job with a father like that. It seems that they have all started to pack. The other Kals parents are okay with it because it's about time that they've moved out and go on with their lives. Of course, Trevor's father needs him there so he can pay off the house and other needs because he's too much a drunk to do it. Finally, the day comes. It's a brisk 1:17 a.m. and Trevor is quietly pulling his belongings out into one of his friend's car, who's a short distance away from his house. His heart is practically beating right out of his chest from all the excitement and nervousness. He jumps through his window one last time to get one more thing; his camera. He wants to take pictures of all his new adventures. He jumps out, landing on his feet. He winces, and closes the window above him. It's time to go. He hurries to the car where his friends are waiting for him. He gets into the back of the car and looks at the house. A friend nudges him and tells him it's going to be better. He's right. He's getting away from the place he hated most. Away from all the toxicity. Away from bad habits. The drive off, not caring where they go as long as it's away from there. The drive the whole night and when everyone gets tired, they stop at a town called Bath. They pull into a hotel and get a room on the 5th floor. Once everyone gets in, the collapse onto the beds and fall right asleep, luggage everywhere. How is he now? He's enjoying his life. His shine shines as bright as it can. His fur? Well, it's brighter too. He's so much happier away from that horrible place.

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[Thani]

Username:
Thani

Name:
Holden

Gender:
Female

How have they changed overtime?:

"I feel like I'm slowly losing myself."

Excited then Sad.
Happy then Mad.
They told her she was broken
Worthless
Crazy
Insane.

and one night
She snapped.
She had had enough.
Enough of the abuse.
Enough of the lies.

Enough of them telling her she was someone she was not.
That she could never be fixed.
So she did what she had to.
And she got free.

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Her adoptive family was abusive to the point where it caused her emotional trauma.
She was so young that she was afraid to do anything about it.
Threats were always made. It made her feel trapped.

She grew up with Borderline personality disorder.
Often finding it hard to concentrate and focus on her goals.
She wandered around a lot, from here to there.
Stayed in one place then moved on to the next.
She had no place to call home.
No one to call family
Not anymore.

"I can't control My emotions lately"

She had to overcome her mind somehow.
Had to get help.
Had to stop this endless cycle of abuse.
Abuse she was now doing to herself.

hnng. might not finish idk yet

[redhorizon]

Username: Pesagus
Name: Cael
Gender: Male
How have they changed overtime?:

It started small. It wasn't worthy of even a thought, really. It was harmless.

Well, at first anyways.

See, I've always been good. I do as I'm told, I report to Alfrothul, and I stay out of trouble. That's the angel code, paraphrased of course. The problem with the angel code, is there are a lot of unspoken rules, that we all just... know. And even worse, Alfrothul holds us to these rules, rather strictly in fact.

There are many of these unspoken rules, but there's only one that is relevant to this story, and that is that no angel may lie. This never caused me, or any of my fellow angels, any trouble, as we had nothing to lie about, therefore nothing to hide.

And then I met a girl... a mortal girl. India was her name, and she was quite the sight. I had been sent to retrieve a departed soul, and show them the way to "Heaven," as many called it. We preferred it be called by it's proper name, Höfn. Anyways, this girl proved to be a distraction, and I strayed from my task. After days of following her, trying to find out anything about this enchanting woman, I suddenly remembered my task.

In a flurry, I dashed and found the first spirit I stumbled across - they're surprisingly easy to find - and dashed back to Alfrothul. I handed over the soul and without a word, fled.

It should've ended there, but it didn't.

This woman had stolen my heart, and I just couldn't stay away. I started sneaking out to go see India, and one night I finally made the move of introducing myself. We clicked, and since I could hide my true form, she didn't have to know who, or what I was, and I had no intentions of telling her.

Every night I would sneak out, and we'd lay under the stars. We'd tell stories, talk about our days, or even just lay quietly side by side. She would curl up next to me, and we'd lay quietly, sharing our warmth until she would doze off in my arms. I was happy, and for an angel nowadays, that was a feat.

This lasted a long time until Alfrothul found out, surprisingly enough. I was enchanted by this girl, and I knew I'd suffer the consequences, but love does strange things to a person. I was prepared for whatever he had to throw at me.

That's what I thought, anyways.

A strong gust of wind blew over us, and a blinding light appeared, morphing into my terrifying leader's true form. He was livid, as I'd broken the angel code. In a fit of panic, I confessed everything, hoping to redeem myself.

It wasn't enough.

India by my side, she watched as Alfrothul stripped me of my wings, my halo, and left me broken on the ground. Weak... Mortal. All that he left me was my golden blood, coursing through my veins, a curse in a mortal body. My body temperature plummeted from it's usual lofty 78.6°C, down to mortal temperatures. Shivering, weak, and down to nothing, he left me on the ground, and India ran for the hills.

I was alone.

Weak and afraid, I dragged myself into the woods and stumbled along until I finally found myself a small, abandoned cabin. I didn't know what to do, and suddenly I felt angry. I felt more angry than ever before. I was angry at Alfrothul, angry at India, but most of all, I was angry at myself.

Since then, I've never been the same. I don't have morals anymore, and I'm not somebody you want to cross. I've turned hostile, and hiding alone in my small cabin is all my life has come to. The occasional wanderer is chased off, my angry cursing trailing behind them for probably longer than necessary. My life is lonely, and seemingly hopeless now. I've lost everything.

But it doesn't stop there.

Remember what I said?

"All that he left me was my golden blood, coursing through my veins, a curse in a mortal body."

That wasn't just me being dramatic.

Because of how he left me, my angel blood is too high of a temperature for my now mortal body. Left unchecked, I will slowly burn from the inside out.

It's only a matter of time, but what can I say? Fixing it is a waste of time and energy, and I've nothing left to lose anymore.

[750/750]

[lunaire]

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