[friggin' foxes]

the lost soul broken doll




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basic information:

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username:
9tailedfox

name:
indra

gender:
male

pronouns:
he/him

age:
21 years

sexuality:
bisexual

background:
edo period, japan
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extra information:

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personality:
aloof, stubborn, merciless

likes:
silence, starless nights, the moon.

dislikes:
people, emotional moments, uncleanliness, dogs.

hobbies:
indra is professional assassin and bounty hunter. he's currently searching for his mothers murder.

a time they experienced unrequited love:
indra sat alone under the ancient sakura tree. the wind blew, the slight cold of winter could be felt within the breeze. it was as if the air was carring away the last remains of winter for springs arrivial. he drew in a breath, tasting the sweetness of the wind. it lifted the fallen petals of the sakura into the sky and made it seem as if they were dancing as they blew away. birds chipped in the neighbouring trees, yet the tree he leaned against, stood there, alone. it was as if he could feel the trees loneliness as he touched it's bark, tracing the crevices up, until he could reach no higher. this is where he had barried his love, and every other emotion in is heart. he barried them along with his deceased mother who lie here. her body in which has now become one with giant tree that towered above him. his mother had loved this tree. she had planted it, tended to it and upon death was barrier beneath it. he could understand why the tree had become so lonely. to him, like the tree, his mother had been the only one he truly loved. however his mother only smiled when she was with the tree, for the wounds inflicted on her heart were far from healed and indra only reminded her of them each time she looked upon him.

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playlist:
• battle scars • russian roulette • legend •

art for the winner to keep

by me, 9tailedfox

[Chaosin]

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username: Chaosin
name: Anselm
xx xx xx xx xx Derives from the Germanic 'ans' meaning 'god'
xx xx xx xx xx as well as 'helm' meaning 'helmet' or 'protection.
gender: Male

extra i.


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extra ii. personality

x x x From the dawn of his contract, Anselm was a being who believed in self worth and justice. Relationships never mattered to him. Emotions were something that held no meaning either. Instead, he placed a heavy sense of value in his task as a guardian and was more prepared for battle than conversation. After interacting with the fairy doctor to whom he was bound, Anselm changed ever so slightly. With her, he had something along the lines of a mortal awakening. Suddenly, it was as if he were aware of his emotions and how they affected others and as such, his personality changed drastically. Empathy, compassion, and optimism were just a few of the emotions he learned to recognize. From a frosty bodyguard to a being who valued those of the world and the living things on it, the key emotion Anselm learned was love.

x x x With his charge, he was able to prosper morally beside her. However, when she passed away, Anselm reverted backwards into his former personality - while maintaining some of his learned traits. Keeping a high sense of justice, he also holds empathy for those in stages of grief. He is wary of strangers and in his heart he only holds one true love - the one he was meant to protect. He is noted to be cold upon meeting, but if one is able to lure him out of his protective casing, he can be a valuable ally in any situation. A critical mind, an unwavering heart, and the willingness to lay his life on the line for others. Anselm is the true embodiment of a paladin and would be happy to become that for someone else, with due time. Currently, he is stuck in grieving and it may take time to morph him into his true potential.

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when was a time they experienced unrequited love?

Thump Thump Thump Thump

x x x His heart raced like a galloping stallion. The woman before him, reminiscent of a bottle of sunshine. Her vibrant smile beamed up at him. Her rust colored hair, soaked in the light of the setting sun was dyed the crimson of a phoenix plume. Yet when he reached out, caressing her hair in his thumb and index finger, it was as if her being was shattered. With one touch, she metamorphosed into fireflies at the lightest touch and dispersed like a scattering dandelion, flying skyward and dissipating from his view.

x x x Just like that, his eyes fluttered open. Azure irises focused on the branches of the yew tree above him. Not far from where he lay, a passionately tended, makeshift grave decorated with red roses. How long had it been? It felt like eons. His charge, the fairy doctor with whom he bore a contract. He couldn't remember her voice or her laugh, but he remembered her smile and hair color, which he fondly referred to as 'caramel'. That was all that was needed to keep him going.

x x x His hand rested on his chest. The methodical beating, like a ticking clock, in his chest slowed from it's rapid rate. It always felt like this when she crossed his mind. "Did you ever feel like this?" he asked the grave. "I confessed to you in this very same place, but you turned me down. You were gentle, you were kind. Yet, despite rejecting my advances, you still laid your life for me when it was I who should have protected you." Silence met his words and he gave a small, heartbroken smile. "It's alright, because I won't give up. One day, under this gradient sky, we'll meet again. Until then, I'll continue to wait for you right here."

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[saturnus]

ive gotten a request to extend the comp so the new end date is april 7, 10PM PST

[G1 Sunstreaker]

early good luck everybody!!! hhh this baby is beautiful and I'm vv nervous for this comp <33

[friggin' foxes]

early good luck everybody!!! hhh this baby is beautiful and I'm vv nervous for this comp <33

good luck! and i'm super nervous too! glad i'm not alone.

[Neon sparks]

good luck all!

[khvoxtic]

good luck everyone!!

[cherrydoge]

Good luck guys!! this is definitely gonna be a tough kalon to judge ;0

[FluffyBirdie]

Good luck everyone! This kal is so beautiful omg
Awesome entries out there, this would def be a tough one to judge xD

[yen.]

username: eonian
name: Jun
gender: Male
when was a time they experienced unrequited love?:
featuring Sakana

The sound of rain hitting water filled the air, the downpour sending flower petals spiraling to the ground, where they'd be crushed under a pair of bare feet making their way gracefully through the darkness. Moonlight glinted off of the edge of a thin metal sword and turned drops of water falling from long hair into silver. The kalon, with her pattern like a koi, looked at ease in the rain despite being drenched.
Suddenly she lunged, spinning, engaging in an intricate dance with an invisible enemy. She moved like a fish through water; this was the legendary warrior, nicknamed Sakana for her beautiful, smooth fighting style. She was evanescent, never staying in one town more than a couple nights.
From a window streaked with water watched a pale-colored kalon, eyes wide with awe. The room around him was dark, moonlight distorted from the rain on the window rippling across his fur. The small gleam of jewlery on his ear seemed in place with the decoration of the room: various swords and knives hanging from every inch of the walls. He glanced around cautiously, ears perked for the slightest noise in the rooms nearby. Simply being here was punishable by death.
Confirming his safety, the kalon left his post by the window to walk around the room and inspect the weapons. Most were engraved, marking them as the belongings of a specific soldier. By the dim moonlight in the room, he picked out one without engraving. He started to draw it from it’s sheath, but froze as it made a noise. Again he glanced around, on edge, blood pumping through his ears. He was terrified; he had never done something forbidden like this before. Yet it was thrilling, to be in this room, the warrior outside having inspired him to learn to fight even if it meant risking his life should he be caught. Swallowing his fears, he unsheathed the sword, and started to test it out.

“Jun, wake up, or you’re going to miss breakfast!”
Jun opened his sleepy eyes to empty living quarters, save from one kalon who had stayed behind to wake him. “Just let me sleep,” he mumbled.
“You’ll be punished if you do. Come, on, get up!” The kalon heaved Jun out of his bed, dropping him on the cold floor. Shocked awake, Jun scrambled to his feet. "What was that for, you idiot!" he snapped before briskly walking away in the direction of the dining hall. The other kalon jogged to catch up to him.
"I heard Sakana is in town today."
"We're servants, we can't even see her. You know that."
"Don't pretend you don't sneak away to see her train. You've missed enough meals whenever she comes here for me to get what's going on."
Jun tensed up. At least they didn't know what he did last night, or he would surely be executed by now. "That's none of your business," he growled.
"Jun~You can't be a warrior no matter how hard you try! We're forbidden from even being near the weapons."
Jun gritted his teeth, and, without bothering to reply, ran ahead through the long hallways until he lost the kalon.
He knew it was true, he knew he could never fight, but it still hurt to hear it. He loved the thrill of holding a sword in his hands. Jun would give anything just to have the opportunity to be a warrior. He envied Sakana for her freedom, yet could never stop loving the way she fought. However, it was a love that could never be returned.