[candystars.]

Kalon Name: Keanu
oooooooo"cool breeze over the mountains" in Hawaiian
Gender: male
He is blind! What happened?: Keanu was one of the many sad results from animal testing. He was abducted by a human when he was young and from then on he had tons of products tested on him, resulting in scars and blindness. Keanu managed to become overused somehow and not a proper test subject to the scientists and they tossed him out on the street. Blind, weak, hungry, and scared he somehow managed to stray into some woods where he wanders alone, others often being frightened by him. As a result, he doesn't trust others easily, although he used to be friendly and would naturally come to others but now stays away from others as much as possible and stays isolated. He hopes someday someone will be willing enough to become friends with him to try and gain his trust and help fix his scars so he won't feel ugly any longer.

[vympyre]

Kalon Police Department Official Records
Record Of Arrest

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NAME Jarvis Marlo Baxtor ............................DATE OF ARREST 10/1/2016

ALIASES Marlo, The Vigilante .........................NUMBER A24609

CLASS Kalon .............................................COUNTY Capital City

CRIME Assault, Vigilantism, Resisting Arrest ......PRECINCT KPD



SEX Male ....... AGE 29 ........... BIRTHDATE 1/13/1987 ... RESIDENCE Capital City

HEIGHT 6'2" .... WEIGHT Unknown ... EYE COLOR White ..........HAIR COLOR Grey

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Humble Beginnings



Jarvis was raised at a young age by a successful family, and quickly earned a drive to accomplish something of importance thanks to his semi-pressuring father. He lived with his parents until the age of eighteen, when he promptly moved out to begin a life of his own. The young kalon had set on creating his own business, and he spent hours each night researching ideas to base his dream company around. To fill his time and pay the rent, Jarvis picked up many off-hand jobs, gaining a number of skills through the miscellaneous work he did. His ambition and drive sometimes shocked his colleagues, who were most likely only taking up their off-hand jobs for the money for a new car or the fanciest new tech, otherwise uninterested and content with their lives. Jarvis felt pity for them, because of this, not seeing how anyone would be satisfied without achieving incredible success. Naturally, the young kalon clashed with his collegues most often, and did not succeed in making many friends other than the occasional dinner acquaintance. Life went on like this for Jarvis until the age of 23, until one night, curled over his scribbled notes that sat messily on his bed, he finally completed his vision for his company. Confident that his idea would skyrocket, the young kalon immediately quit his current job, and set to work on creating his prize company, Baxtor Industries Inc. As suspected, the company skyrocketed to the top of the charts within the next few years, and by the age of 25, Jarvis M. Baxtor was known as one of the successful businessmen of the decade. He had created a new tech, the most precise translator the population had ever seen, and it served kalons all over the globe, helping many to communicate and connect. Jarvis felt as though he were on top of the world, satisfied and proud, content to live his life as a wealthy millionaire. However, fate had other plans for Jarvis. By the age of 26, Life as he knew it would be over.

The City

"Mr Baxtor! Mr Baxtor!" shouts and callings of his name blared in Jarvis' ears as he walked through the path between the crowds, up to the podium that stood before a good portion of Kalon Capital City's population. He remembered a time, when he was young, when he was afraid of public speaking, but now, he never felt more confident. "Hello, Capital City!" Immediately, reporters began to shout and ramble, in a desperate attempt to get his attention. He nodded to a random reporter in the crowd and let them speak. "Mr Baxtor, what are your thoughts on the advancements on genetic engineering as of late?" With a confused sort of smile, the young millionaire seemed to speak automatically, "I think its wonderful, for the advancement of everyone here." 'What in the world does this have to do with my company?' he thought, and he realized the moment after he spoke that he must have made a mistake, or at least baffled the reporters. Questions began to ring out, one specifically standing out, being "but Mr. Baxtor, with the advancement of genetic engineering, couldnt this possibly mean trouble for your company, which primarily focuses on a barrier between kalons that a genetic scientist could solve in the future?" Jarvis grimaced at the comeback, he hadn't thought of that. He must look like a fool. With a cracking confidence, the young kalon quickly flashed a grin and said "Ah, sorry, it seems my times up", and moving to let the next successful figurehead take his place at the podium. Was it true that genetic engineering could ruin his company? It was true that such things as modified speech was achievable, rendering his company nearly useless. In that moment, for the first time in a very, very long time, Jarvis felt threatened, by something that could so easily take away all his years of hard work and eventually success. Straightening up, the young businessman stalked back towards the podium. 'I refuse to lose all my success when I've come so far..' an inner voice growled as he gently stepped in, pushing the kalon who had been speaking off to the side and away fro the podium. The population of kalons in front of him shared confused looks, unused to this side of Jarvis, and for good reason, as he usually kept his true self hidden from public eye. But now, standing in front of the podium, he let his raw traits shine; "Excuse me. I'd like to address a mistake I made earlier. I will not be supporting the advancement of genetic engineering." Confused and baffled, the reporters began to furiously scribble on their notepads as he continued, "In fact, I realize now that genetic engineering could be incredibly dangerous for our community. Thank you, that is all." With that, he turned and stalked off the stage, leaving his colleagues fumbling to get back to their own topics as they watched Jarvis take his leave. In the following days, an uprise of feedback followed his public interview, along with numerous popular blog entries including "The Real Baxtor Revealed?" and "Baxtor Provokes Scientific Outrage".

The Scientist

work in progress
an underground scientist experiments on him, resulting in the loss of his eyesight.
do not steal my idea.

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quick traits
ambitious , headstrong , tends to put himself in impossible situations thinking he can handle them ,
confidence fluctuates intensely and often , driven and respectable , unapproachable to those who know him personally ,
fiercely protective of his things , prideful of his success , will not hesitate to go to desperate measures in dark times

[ĸιndle]

Kalon Name: Natu
Gender: M
He/she is blind! What happened?: he decided he wanted to be a daredevil, and ended up getting hit by a car. but, we saved him just in time.

[gravestones]

Taking the writing but leaving the art for the winner. <3 I had a ton of fun.

[Blackbirds]

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A long time ago; within the time of no medical information; there were two siblings. One was named Shisui, the other Nyx. The two siblings were without a mother, father, or loving home. One was born with no eyes, and that was Nyx. Nyx was a sweet soul at the time; who cared for everything moved. She was so genial, and her brother was in pain. Shisui pitied his younger sister, he had the eyes that she deserved.

One night, Nyx went off on her own. She walked blindly to the edge of a cliff. Not knowing where she was; all of her familiar smells gone, she put one paw in front of her, feeling nothing. Her mind made an image witch she will never forget. It was her, surrounded by nothing; as reality hit her. She was blind, there was no escape from this breaking darkness. She broke down on the edge, and was close to taking a small leap from the edge. From no where, she sensed the bushes behind her rustle, and her brother lept out, taking her to the ground away from the edge.

She screamed; and she fought. Once Shisui managed to pin her, and keep her from stopping, she quickly stopped struggling. "Nyx. Why?" was the only thing he said, tears falling from his face. "The darkness is just everlasting. Growing and creating fear." She muttered silently. Shisui then knew what he had to do. He knocked his younger sister out, wincing when a small bruise formed on her head.

When Nyx awoke, she blinked. Wait. She Blinked? Nyx gasped, and looked at the beauty of the sky. The stars and the moon, the grass and the trees. She absorbed the beautiful moonlight, and looked at the beautiful midnight blue sky. She heard the bushes rustle, and quickly turned. There was a scent that she knew. It was Shisui. She looked at him; and saw his eyes closed, and he was walking around with a stick in his mouth. "Shisui, why has the darkness disappeared from my mind?" Shisui just gave a smile, and walked to the trees.

"On the cliff, I gave you my eyes. I hope it has taken the darkness away, and that they will erase the fear that has grown into you." Shisui said happily. Nyx, who was crying at the wonderful gift her brother had given her. She took her only remnant they had of their mother, a pure white blanket, and wrapped it around his eyes.
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[Kiesen]

alternate version

"Here, kitty kitty!"
No response.
I called it out again, a hint of irritation in my voice. The cat only tilted its head, giving me a puzzled look. I was making progress, but I was not anywhere where I wanted to be. This cat, was ticking me off. It'd run up to everyone else, demanding attention, purring all the way through. Why not me? Fine. I get it, cat. I'll play your game.

Sitting comfortably, I locked eyes with the cat.

Something about this cat was so... off-putting? Its local admirers nicknamed him "Tomo" a cute name meaning "friend." So creative. But why friend? The mongrel didn't seem friendly in the slightest. His black fur was patchy, ripped apart by mange ravaging his body, his sunken bright yellow eyes the only thing giving the walking corpse some character. His crooked whiskers and thin body only making him look more dead. Why would you want this thing to be your friend?

Snapping myself out of my zoned out rant, I was looking right back at the cat. Its glare didn't falter, I don't think it even blinked despite the time that had passed by. I curled my lip, a mix of feelings of being unsettled and offended. Forcing myself to stand, still focusing on the cat. It gave a soft yawn, readjusting its position, giving me a quick look of interest, drowned out by hesitation.

I couldn't help but feel angry, what is it scared of me?

Putting my front paw forward, I asserted myself, snapping at the cat,

"Is there something wrong with me?!?! You give yourself out to everyone else, what am I doing wrong?"

It reacted immediately. Raising its hackles, tensing its frail body into a defensive position, drawing out a long and raspy hissss.

The display was pathetic. Circling around, taunting, snapping at the feline, giving it my all to tell it, "do your worst." Bitter karma came to me as he delivered exactly what I had requested. Leaping onto me, aiming directly for my face, digging brittle fish hooks into my skin. Tearing through like ribbons, leaving a bleeding gash down my left cheek. Crying out a frightened yowl, desperately trying to escape, feeling searing pain drag down my face. Shaking off Tomo's weak weight was the least of my concerns now, my bloody hazed vision suddenly went black.

Stopping right in my tracks to panic. My already heavy breathing became gasps for air as I desperately tried to deny the issue right in front of me. Freak out moment interrupted, feeling the familiar infectious pain tear through my side, tattooing my thigh with a huge laceration. Shaking the cat off me once again, forcing my damaged leg to run instead of limp.

Pavement quickly turned to grass, then into leaves as I blindly fled for my life. Only stopping to catch my breath as my burning lungs threatened to seize. Panicking, crying, and cursing, I obscenely muttered,

"I hate cats."

"It's almost humorous. Your body can't seem to handle vision loss. It rushes to compensate for the loss of the world it once knew. In the blur of denial and anger, there was an odd sense of clarity. It was like I was blinded far before this."

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Green Grass
During my times of denial, and hatred, I felt oddly comforted by the soft plant.
The strands soaked in fresh dew were like a mini ocean of their own. I could drown
myself in the feeling. Taking time with each step to fully appreciate the gentle touch,
taking in the refreshing smell, and soaking my paws in the collected water. I couldn't
remember the color. Was it a shade of green? If only I appreciated it more when I could.

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Birds
I guess the song bird really does sing. While I adjusted to my new sense of surroundings,
the local birds seemed to chirp more clearly. Each bird seemed to have it's own sense of
music, as no two sounded the same. Robins followed similar patterns to each other, with
individuals having their own personal touch to the call, so did the sparrows. The mocking
birds chose whichever sound they liked best. Barking, cellphone, and car alarm included.

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The City
The trapped city seemed to change the most. Suddenly it was full of a new kind of
life. Each person and kalon passing by seemed to have their own story, ones I had
previously never cared for. The lights shined bright enough for my damaged retinas
to catch a glimpse of, how easily I used to turn away at the site. The sounds of loud
cars and people rushing through the busy sidewalks almost hypnotically rhythmic.

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My euphoria was quickly interrupted by a familiar scent. A faint smell of infection and a lingering sense of death. I stopped in my tracks, and faced the culprit. Feeling those intense eyes gazing over me again, judging, examining the situation. My chest burned with hot anger, lurching forward, but feeling the glare relax, I settled down. The same game from earlier played out, except one of us couldn't see the other blink.

Feeling the minutes gain momentum, they quickly came to a halt. I felt the motion of the cat getting up, its brittle bones barely supporting its body. The sound of a piece of cloth dropping ringed in my ears, followed by Tomo's quick escape.

Hesitantly approaching it, the smell of industrial paint caught my attention. It seemed to be a small piece of linen used for practical uses. Such as a painter, or construction worker. Stepping closer, I pushed it around with my paw, feeling the threaded material so clearly. I still didn't trust Tomo, for obvious reasons, but I felt compelled to hold onto the "gift." It felt comforting, the vibrant scent and texture eased my anger with the incident.

I wasn't quite sure what to make out of it all, but, I feel like that won't be the last time I'd see that cat.

Overview

Name - Teki (teh-key) from 敵 meaning "enemy"

Gender - Agender - prefers they/them and he/him

Birthdate - August 15th
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Name - Tomo (toh-moh) from 友 meaning "friend"

Gender - Male

Birthdate - April 7th

Credits

All art done my me (Kiesen). Design done by Tweet.

All graphic edits done by me. Photos belong to their proper owners.

Kalons are owned by Glow

Thank you for your time! This competition was super fun!

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Kalon Name: slep (short for slepoy, which is russain for blind)
Gender: male
He/she is blind! What happened?:

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[Silver Pandorica]

"I may be blind, but I can still throw a punch."

Kalon Name: Bentley (Ben;; Agent B;; Sir)
Gender: Male
He/she is blind! What happened?:

Throbbing pain. No, worse then throbbing. Stabbing, burning pain throbbed through Ben's eye sockets. It felt like they were on fire. What happened? Why couldn't he see? He could hear thousands of voices blended together, feel the rough ground, taste the stingy air, but he could see nothing. Only darkness clouded his vision. Trying to get up, he shrieked in pain. His side burned like flames, but not nearly as bad as his eyes. "Hello? Someone, help!" He hated calling for help, it was demeaning and wasn't something he did very often. With his kind of occupation, he had to fend for himself, but now he had no choice. "Help me!" Rushed pawsteps padded past him, but no one stopped to help. Why wouldn't his vision clear?

Then it all came back to him.

Suddenly it was 6 hours ago, and he was hanging upside down on a rope. "Never!" Ben yelled defiantly. A dark figure circled around him in a frustrated manner. "Talk you idiot," the voice said, but Ben shook his head. "I'd rather die." He had risked too much to protect the vital information for the organization. To come all this way just to give it up to some insignificant wannabe would be stupid.

The figure grinned in the darkness and chuckled evilly. "Fine. Have it your way." He raised a clawed paw and slashed Ben across the cheek, but Ben didn't even break a sweat. He's dealt with pressure before. However, the kalon before him wasn't finished. "Carlo!" Another kalon popped his head in the metal door, letting in a stream of light. "He's all yours." The dark kalon left the room while Carlos entered, carrying a black briefcase. It wasn't long after that when the pain started.

Now back in the present, Ben breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't spilled the information, but at what cost? Very slowly, he touched his eyes with his paws, then yelped. Red liquid tricked down his paws. His eyes were destroyed. "I-I can't see," he whispered to himself, then yelled in agony, "I'm blind!" His sight...how could he live without it? Would he ever be able to go back to his thrilling, dangerous life as an agent? He sobbed and his shoulders shook, but no tears rolled down his cheeks. Ben couldn't remember the last time he'd cried. Maybe he should have done it more often. Now, he would never be able to feel the wet droplets on his face again.

After about an hour of torturous weeping, he stopped suddenly and felt around the ground. Grabbing a dirty cloth, he tied it around his eyes and stood up. He may have lost his sight, but he would not lose his dignity. Ben would find a way to deal with this new disability. Blindness was just a new enemy that he would fight his way through.



So what does he do now?

Bentley used to work as an elite spy for an organization called the "QDA". After he was blinded on his last mission, they prohibited him from going out in the field and keep him cooped up in HQ. Of course, Ben was furious. Spying is his life. After much convincing, he was able to persuade them to allow him to train new agents. He's a pretty tough teacher, and can be pretty mean at times, but in reality, he just wants to prevent anymore people from meeting his fate.



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Name:
Matt Murdock

Gender:
Male

Job:
Part time Lawyer,
Full time blind

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His sight:
When he was born, Matt was greeted
with a vibrant splash of color.
The warm, peach sunlight that
streamed through the hospital
window, the reflection on the
off-white linoleum floor,
and especially those
hazel eyes of his mom's,
which held him in such a
warm gaze it still leaves
goosebumps on his neck.
...
Matt found it so much fun
to spend his toddler days
exploring the apartment's
green belt, where he'd
climb up the umber
bases of trees, hide in
knee-high patches of
grass, and even splash
through the town's
stream, which trickled
under Main Street
consistently. It marked
the seasons, which
Matt would dictate by
stepping into it.
...
"It's summer, mom," Matt
smiled over to Sarah
as they walked to the
market. He wrapped
an arm around her side
as she leaned into his
willowy figure. They
walked further under
the warm sun, its
radiant light showed
no mercy to Matt's thick
glasses. They reflected
beams of their own onto
the road ahead. He
shrugged, continuing
to lead Sarah to the
market.
...
"Mom," Matt began, looking around his
room. The shadows blurred slight
around the edges, their brown hues
blended into Matt's green furniture
to form some kind of animals.
A blue-speckled blur entered
his room, "Yes, dear?" the figure
whispered, slowly sitting beside
Matt. He reached out and squeezed
her wrist, his grip wavered.
"It's getting worse."
"I know, dear. It will be better,
soon. I promise."
"Okay."
...

"It's called Choroideremia"
Matt furrowed his brow as he spun the
cane in his hand. He flickered
his eyes around the dim room,
only a few distinct splotches
of color away from total
darkness. He could hear the
heavy gasp of Sarah,
whose clammy hand
tightened around his arm
with such a force that she
could very well rip him off
the table, like some tv
wrestler.

"Choroideremia," he
parroted back.The doctor
nodded, but Matt couldn't
see that.

"It's when your eyes
progressively deteriorate
as you age, a rare disease
that's primarily inherited
through the X chromosome."

Matt took a moment to process
this. He tightened his grip on
the cane, feeling his hands
begin to cramp.

"So it won't get better."

"No, I'm sorry, Mr.Murdock."

"Okay," Matt whispered,
trembling under Sarah's touch.
She lied.
...

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Beneath the hardened edges
For a lack of a better analogy, Matt
can be described as a bomb just
waiting to go off. He
specializes in a strong sense
of justice; it's the moral compass
he navigates throughout his
career with. As such, Matt's
a no-nonsense man that will
delve into the world of facts
and reasoning just to find the
proper evidence and win his
arguments. Yet, his thorough
nature leads to a downfall
of perfection; Matt spends
many nights by the computer,
searching up various articles
to listen to, using them as
possible evidence against
whatever currently eats at
him.

The man of the hour
Matt's sense of justice
can mislead him, causing
all sorts of awry troubles.
But, outside of the court
house, Matt's a very down-
to-earth dude who sits out
by the street and listens
to the world, painting
himself pictures of what
it is and what it isn't, a
form of painting that only
he can appreciate.

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Mysterious affinities of Matt Murdock
✔ : The likes

-birds
-cool breeze
-contemporary
music
-warm sheets
-smell of
fresh coffee
-sound of
early morning
traffic on the
dewey streets

✘: The dislikes

-Overwhelming
noise (crowds,
concerts, etc.)
-smell of burning
or overcooked
items.
-humidity.
-being jostled
around, like in
crowds.

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Quirks of the trade

-Matt is bisexual
-He's 26 years old
-Matt has no
significant
other
-Has a seeing-
eye dog
named Jack.
-loves to vent
his anger out
through boxing
at a gym.

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The Best Avocados Around
When Matt enrolled into Law
School,he was already blind.
Despite how no one would treat
him like a regular student, he
managed to find some
acquaintances of his own,
like his roommate,
Foggy. His rather caring
and quirky nature left
Matt waiting for more.
After numerous times
studying with one another,
going out to bars, and oc-
assionally having dates,
Matt grew to appreciate
Foggy's friendship. As they
joked around one night, they'd
certainly become one of the
"Best avocados the city has
ever seen".

It took more than
their fair share of debt,
studying, and exams to
be where they are today.

Matt might not be the most
successful attorney, he's
perhaps one of the more
happier ones. Matt doesn't
sweat mistakes too much,
nor does he directly worry
about money. If a client
can't pay upfront for his
services, he accommodates
for them. In truth, he does
what he can to make things
easier for others, even
if it doesn't benefit him.

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[skywalker,]

Kalon Name: Clint
Gender: male
He/she is blind! What happened?:
When he was young, he was a careless scientist. He never wore glasses,
and so when an experiment blew up in his face, he became blinded by
the smoke and the chemicals. He was announced officially blind, and has
been ever since that tragic day.
Ever since he has been a professional mercenary. He uses his other senses
to help him fight, and is a very good combat artist. In his part time he teaches
karate lessons, and is very successful at it.