[miskit]

username;;miskit
name;;Zaffre (pronunced zaff-er)
gender;;female
favorite hobby;; Zaffre loves cryptography. Her favorite hobby used to be calligraphy but she wanted more of an intellectual look on what she does so she turned to debunking ciphers, she's never been social either so this makes it really easy for her to focus on what she loves, until she has to go back to work at the job that she hates.
extras;; optional but encouraged! (making art..)

[Burn.]

You make the most amazing designs!!

Reserve with reading!

[Sunnyside]

username;; Sunnyside
name;; Ellaria
gender;; female
favorite hobby;; candle making
extras;; optional but encouraged!

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username;;
name;;
gender;;
favorite hobby;;
extras;; optional but encouraged!

[skywalker,]

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username;; skywalker,
name;; Maya
gender;; female
sexuality;; heterosexual

personality;;
Meet Maya, the shy, passionate star loving Kalon. She adores anything to do with the little
twinkling lights high in the sky, spreading out vastly throughout the universe. She is very
passionate about her hobby in star-gazing, mapping out new stars and planets if she can. Although
shy, she loves to talk about her star charts and the stars in general. Once she is talking about
stars, you can't stop her. She is proud of herself for figuring out so much stuff about the stars and
planets, and tends to boast sometimes towards her friends. Aside from her stars, she is a very loving
Kalon and wants happiness for many.

favorite hobby;; star gazing & star charting
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likes ;;
- stars
- star charting
- the vast universe
- family & friends
- ice cream
- marvel movies
- talking about her star charts
and stars in general
- older music

dislikes ;;
- people who say her hobby is
dumb
- bullies
- really large spiders
- Brussels sprouts
- horror movies
- skunks
- paranormal activity
- arrogant people

[WolfwithWings38]

username;; WolfwithWings38
name;; Soul
gender;; Male
favorite hobby;; Collecting marbles! This is a marble he wants really bad! (there are two of em!): Sorry for the size on this one....
extras;; optional but encouraged!
Sexuality: Gay
Favorite Marble he has at the moment: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/73 ... 4ee8ab.jpg He'll always like this marble the best! Well actually it's a tie between that one and this one: http://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/fwoAAOxyn ... s-l400.jpg
Personality: He typically doesn't like people, exception of his friends/crush/family. He's an explorer and he loves exploring in caves and hiking. He can be social, but again he typically doesn't like people. He also can't stand people who are hyper. And lastly he is kind and caring, even though he can get frustrated easily.
Likes and dislikes: Well, I love marbles and I really like animals, exploring (especially in caves!), having fun, hiking, the beach, and my friends and crush and my family, and coffee! I don't like annoying people, mean people, not having fun, one of my marbles getting lost, diet coke, and being stressed out/frustrated.

[jennfreckles]

username;; jennfreckles
name;; Sonya [son-yah]
gender;; female
favorite hobby;; Making copper wall decor
extras;; optional but encouraged!
Her father was the greatest wood carver in town, always pushing Sonya to do it aswell, but wood is too weak. She started to search for something stronger and came across copper. She will show him up and her dad will never bug her again! Hahaha!

[Aeryn]

WIP
username;; Becca;
name;; Katlyn
gender;; Female
favorite hobby;; Book reading
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[✧ 花chéngzhǔ.]

username;; high noon
name;; Lori
gender;; male
favorite hobby;; possibly origami? or bird training.
extras;;

WIP!

[❌ DYNAMIGHT ❌]

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username;;
Cryogenic
name;;
Aslan Devont
gender;;
Cis Male [he/him]
favorite hobby;;
scrap sculptures
[see below for more]
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Although Aslan is a mechanic, his passion lies within the arts. Now mind you, he can't draw very well, he's a poor actor, and singing escapes his abilities so please don't give him a standing ovation just yet. However he has found that he can sculpt ... well, sort of. His gift with knowing how to put things together just right to get them working again has extended into the spacial reasoning to be able to fit together different junk pieces of metals and machines in an aesthetically pleasing way. He finds that taking things that people can no longer use or have outlasted their working life and turning them into something that is still useful in a more poetic way is very therapeutic and calming to him. Because of his own social anxiety he has never shown his works to anyone, but they do litter his workshop and small abandoned house in clumps and piles, some on display and some not. On days that he is feeling especially creative he can even get ingenious enough to dabble a bit in invention, causing a few of his small sculptures to be able to serve menial purposes other than aesthetics. The one he is most proud of is the little wolf that can run his plates from the sink to their proper places in the cabinets.

Aslan is quite certain that nothing will ever come of his little sculptures other than to make him smile as he fumbles through his day, but somewhere deep inside where his confidence is buried he hopes that one day he would be able to show them to more than just himself. He does not wish to become famous off the things he makes but would rather help other people. Because he has found them to be so therapeutic to build and look at he hopes they would be the same to others. If there was anything he ever hoped to get out of his sculptures that would definitely be it, to bring hope and joy and comfort to people that do not currently experience them. As he sympathizes with these people he believes that given the chance he may be able to help them, much like the people that dress up as characters and go stumbling around in children's hospitals.

Personality;;

Unlike many mechanics and engineers, who value interpersonal skills and the ability to deal with the customers who are upset over broken appliances, Aslan is a bit socially awkward. Because he spent most of his life caring for his ill mother he never had the time to nurse a thriving social life. However, despite his lack of ability to coherently and concisely converse with others Aslan is a nice guy, a gentle soul. He tends to keep to himself because when he speaks, especially to those that he does not know, he has a rather prominent stutter. More often than not he makes a fool of himself and ends up just turning around to walk away and save himself the embarrassment. Aslan enjoys the creative process of taking things that others consider to be junk and turning them into something that can be visually, possibly even emotionally, pleasing. Because of this he is rather creative and thinks outside the box in most situations in life, causing others to see him as just that much more strange. After all, who wants to talk to the oil covered recluse who does things weird? Although he does not possess the same interpersonal skills as many others he does admire those that possess them. He tends to idolize people who are more easy going and talkative than himself and often observes them from afar in hopes of improving his own personality.

Like most true neutrals Alan lacks a strong conviction in most things, because of this he tends to be non biased and could theoretically be very good at giving one objective advise and pertinent knowledge if you needed guidance. Unfortunately no one has ever asked him for advice for he has very few friends. Aslan tends to be very intuitive with his decisions and makes the choice that comes to him naturally without prejudice or compulsion. Usually the answer that makes the most sense is the one he goes with, weather or not it would be seen as the most conventional way to solve that particular problem.

Living;;
In addition to being socially awkward Aslan is also a rather simple being. While he is fairly well off financially due to his position as an engineer and mechanic at Cambridge University in England he does not have much to his name. Aslan more often than not stays in the workroom assigned to him and can usually be found snoozing there in between projects and assignments. The workroom isn't much since its basically just the basement of the Observatory and a lot of it is self funded as he doesn't like dealing with the claims department of the university. Due to the fact that he has no social constructs that force him to keep the shop spick and span for any visitors it is more often than not littered with different debris, metal fragments, lubricants, and tools.

Dear Journal; It's my first day at the new job today ... I don't know how to feel. On one hand its great that I'm getting a chance to start anew and make a new life and name for myself ... On the other I'm scared things are going to turn out just the same as back home. I wish mom was here to tell me what to do. [He reaches down to touch the small butterfly pendant around his neck] I'm sure she would well me to keep my head up and act like nothing phases me. To go out there and be myself ... but no one seems to like the real me. I guess I'll just have to wing it this time, huh? I'm told I've been assigned to some Astrologist's lab and that it's my responsibility to keep everything there in working order and maybe even keep the place clean. That's not a half bad job for the amount of money the University is paying me. I'll even get my own workshop! So I guess that's a plus! Maybe now I'll actually have some room in the apartment if i move all the sculptures to the new workshop and out of the living room ... maybe I'll even have some space for my new friends. They tell me my boss, Dr. Hawthorn, is really picky about his observatory so I have to keep everything spic and span and exactly to his likings. I guess its a good thing that Dr. Hawthorn knows exactly how he likes things, it means I don't have to stumble about and learn everything as I go, I've always liked having that little bit of structure. I hope he doesn't expect me to wear a nice clean uniform though, it's almost impossible to keep anything clean working with oil and lubricants all day long. I hope we can be friends, Dr. Hawthorn and I. Wouldn't that be cool? Making friends with the boss on the first day? Well it's getting about time that I have to leave for work so I guess I'll update you later on how things went!

there were two boys. One was a star on Earth, eyes always turned to the sky hoping to get home, thoughts lost in space. The other was a simple man, grounded more than a tree with nary the chance of mystery. The grounded man always kept his head down, eyes covered. He was not tempted by the fantasies of the people that whirled past him. His reality was in the beauty of other's junk. The things they threw away and doohickies that no longer worked were beautiful to him. He wished to create art from the dull, use from the broken. Their days passed in a haze oozing black oil and the spark of blades on metal. But a flash of blue disrupted his world, brought him from the mundane realities of Earth and caused his heart to float away amongst the stars. From that flash of blue his eyes took in the visage of the man from Space and with each confident stride he could no longer feel his grip on those things broken and dull. But the man from Space, the one with the locks of blue, did not see the man from Earth for his eyes were only for the sky. Nothing could distract the man from Space from his yearning for the stars, not even the raven haired man who tinkered with his toys. The man from Earth did not give up though for he had hope that one day he would catch the eyes of the name with his heart in the stars. But the man from Space was broken for he could not return to his home, he was stuck upon the Earth with the man from the ground and resented anything keeping him there. He would never notice the name from the Earth with the oil on his clothes, he would never speak words of fondness to anyone who would keep his thoughts from the stars. And so goes the story of the man from Earth who gave his heart to the man in the Stars and would never see it again.

Burning the midnight oil. That's what people called Aslan's tendency to stay up until the wee hours of the morning working on new sculptures. He couldn't help it, once he got going things like time and hunger just seemed to cease to exist within the realm of his mind. He pulled away momentarily to wipe his hands on a small towel to get the excess oil off his slender digits. He was almost done with this piece but there was something just not quite right about it that he couldn't figure out. With a sigh he leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair trying to take care of some of the tangles that managed their way into his long locks. He did not hear the man that entered his small domain under the Observatory and thus was startled quite thoroughly when the other spoke. "Hey! Is any of this for sale?!" the words rang through the otherwise quite workshop and Aslan jumped from his seat, stumbling a bit to catch his balance and in the process knocking over several tin canisters of smaller nuts and bolts that were being applied to his latest work. His eyes went wide in their attempt to correctly identify the strange person in his workshop but the rest of the shop was dim except the spot light that illuminated the work bench.

From what little his eyes could see the other was taller than himself and dressed rather silly, he looked vaguely like a frat boy, a visage that Aslan did not remember very fondly. His feet were clad in sandals that were covered in gaudy fake gems that just further alienated the young engineer. Belatedly Aslan stooped to pick up the things he had spilt all over the floor. His limbs felt numb with embarrassment and a strand of his oil streaked hair fell over his eyes as his cheeks flamed and he attempted to stutter a response. "ah um .. well uh .. w-who are y-you? .. w-why a-are you here?? I-in my sh-shop?" Aslan watched in shock as this stranger waded through his work space to stoop and help clean up the mess he had made. "Oh, I'm Jonquil! I'm just waiting on a friend." The way this apparent Jonquil spoke made it sound like it was the most normal thing in the world for him to be down in the basement with Aslan. As they finished picking up the nuts and bolts Jonquil stood and offered a huge grin. "What's you name anyway? And did you make all of this? It's amazing down here. Never would have guessed it from the polished appearance upstairs." Once again Aslan was taken aback, not only was there someone strange in his work space but they were always overly inquisitive and rather nosey. He wasn't sure how to interact with this personality type. Most people at the University just kind of left his alone. "Okay .. b-but why are y-you in my-my sh-shop?? My n-name i-is Asl-lan but ?? wh-why are y-you i-in m-my shop?? Touching m-my thi-things?" He stuttered out, the tripping on words making his blush deepen a bit further.

Jonquil seemed to brighten even more. "Oh! I just saw the sign and wanted to come see but! Can I buy something Aslan? I really like this piece here." and as he spoke Jonquil picked up one of the cat sculptures Aslan had finished a few weeks prior, it stilled had a slight dim look to it as he hadn't gotten around to putting the shine to it yet. "Why ... why would y-you w-wanna buy m-my s-stuff?" The raven haired mechanic inquired, eyes still wide and worried. He didn't understand why someone was so interested in his creations. Indeed he wasn't sure why someone would be interested in anything of his, no one had seen any of it before and he found it quite flustering. "Look, I have this sweet apartment in Chicago and I could really use some cat items for it and I like how you make these things? Let me buy this cat." The apparent conviction that Aslan could pick up in the stranger's voice startled the young Kalon and he searched again for a way to respond but his mind was failing him. "I don't ... I-i don't e-even kn-know what to p-price i-it??? M-my th-things have n-never b-been for sale??? No o-one h-has e-ever even s-seen these th-things b-before???" The response from the stranger was almost immediate and like always Aslan was put off guard. "How about 100$? Does that seem fair to you?" The amount of money that Jonquil just popped out of his head was offering was almost unthinkable to Aslan, even if he made more on a daily basis. "Wh-what??!! A? A hun-hun-hundred dollars?? A-are you c-crazy??!! Th-that's s-so m-much money??"

From there the other Kalon went on about being certain about wanting to offer so much money to him for the scrap sculpture and wanting to offer even more if Aslan threw in the most ridiculous and silly sculpture that he had to offer, which after some digging turned out to but a strange little thing he put together that looked like a patchwork horse with little googly eyes glued onto springs to make it absolutely absurd. Too absurd to put even in Aslan's own house. And as Jonquil looked through his wallet for the 150 dollars that the two had loose agreed upon he found he did not have smaller bills than 100s and so just handed the engineer 200 bucks out of pocket. Aslan was so out of sorts with these sorts of encounters and was at such a loss for what to do or say to get this man out of his workshop.

His wish to usher Jonquil out of his space was futile however when the stranger made another comment about his work. "Have you ever considered pulling a da Vinci and trying to make one fly because that would be super cool, just saying." Jonquil seemed to just continually say and do the strangest things and Aslan mused to himself for a moment about the wolf he had back home. The metal one that whirred and clicked as it ran dishes from the drying rack to their places within the cabinets. It was a rather cute little thing and the thought made him smile slightly. Jonquil speaking again dragged him away from his memories. "You have one that walks?! Goodness can I see it please?!" As Aslan wasn't aware that he had spoke aloud about his little wolf he was very startled at the outburst, even more so when Jonquil took his hand while pleading to see the invention for himself. Aslan felt powerless to say no, he always had trouble denying others what they wanted, especially if they wanted it as venhemently as Jonquil wanted to see this wolf.

Aslan took a few moment to change his attire from the ratty oil stained shirt that he used while sculpting and rolled up the sleeves to his clean shirt while Jonquil looked around at more of his items, which just served to make Aslan more uncomfortable and hurry to get them out of the workshop. The apartment which Aslan called home wasn't very big to begin with but the pieces of machine and sculpture that littered any flat surface, as well as a few fast food bags and many books, made it so there was very few places to actually walk in the apartment except the trails that Aslan walked frequently. He stumbled nervously through the apartment into the kitchen to find his Wolf.

The moment they entered the kitchen Jonquil managed to find one of the few spaces of clean counter and plopped his tail there to witness what was about to happen, although Aslan found he was polite enough to ask if he would be getting in the way of the Wolf's path. "Um, n-no I d-don't su-suppose you w-would be in the w-way s-so just ... s-stay s-still?" As he spoke he reached to wind up his little Wolf and held out a small saucer. Upon the first few turns of the dial the Wolf perked up, look the plate, and hopped toward the cabinets with little whirs and clicks of mechanical workings. Immediately Jonquil perked up and went to examine the Wolf, who sat expectantly and waited for another dish to carry. "Oh my god?? That's so cool! Wow, I want one!" Aslan didn't have time to think it through entirely before he went into the defensive. His Wolf was his, his child, his pride. "No. You can't have him. He is mine." Aslan spoke clearly, his usual anxious stutter gone in the face of possibly having to defend his Wolf. Jonquil looked confused for a moment before laughing slightly. "I meant can I commission you to build me one."

Aslan felt silly for jumping to such conclusions and defensive accusations and blushed brightly, reaching up to tug on his hair self consciously. "Sorry ... um I-i just ... I'm n-not s-sure I c-could make a-another? W-wolf w-was just a-a s-spur of-of the moment th-thing and I-I c-can't always u-understand h-how to do i-it?" he responded back. Jonquil seemed encouraged and pressed forward, offering to give him months to get the commission done and Aslan again felt strange denying this stranger what he wanted so he tentatively agreed, hoping that in doing so he would leave all that much quicker. "Well it's been great doing business with you!" He paused to shake Aslan's hand and glanced at the childish watch on his wrist. "Oh, I've got to get back to the University but thank you. I can't wait to see what you come up with!" he spoke hurriedly as he left the apartment with Aslan staring after him with a loss for what to do. The young engineer couldn't process any of what just happened and felt oddly like something was missing ... like he needed to be working on what the other wanted him to build. He frowned slightly, he wasn't sure how to deal with this stranger that had barged into his life.