[Fyrvi]

username; Fyrvi
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name; Kitwen
gender; Female
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[Mima]

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res, i love this bab. reminds me of shiny collection pokemon cards

[Esther~]

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[Anza]

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kalon's backstory and how it has shaped their character;
"Your posture is lacking quality! Chin Up!"
"Suck in your gut!"
"Why are you not in bed yet, your performance is tomorrow!"
"Don't eat so much or you'll be as heavy as a cow!"
"No, no, no, this is all wrong!"
"Your sister never had trouble doing things right!"

You've all heard words like these from your parents, right? Small critics that are aimed at your overall improvement? The problem for me was that it wasn't just a rare occurrence, it was my life. My parents pushed me towards perfection, a sort of perfection that most parents secretly wish for but don't believe in its possibility. My mother was as we liked to call her, a almost-famous ballerina. She was highly celebrated from her small home town in Virginia and she was eventually accepted into the New York City Ballet. Her career came crashing down when she suffered from severe tendon inflammation that left her unable to dance. Now she teaches ballet in my performing arts school in Washington D.C.

My sister was born first. This set up a constant struggle for me. She was 3 years older but three times more prettier, talented and smarter then me. I felt like I was forever dancing in her shadow. I felt as though she was this looming precense that I could never overcome because I simply wasn't as good as her. At first we were really close as sisters. We shared a room and shared just about every detail of our lives with each other. She was a role model to me and I always wished that I was like her, but back then I was just happy learning from her not being her.

And then things changed. We shared a common passion, a passion for ballet. It was a passion of beauty and grace as well as the constant strive for unachievable perfection. We danced at a local studio and went to a local high school. Both my sister and I were the best in our small town and we took pride in that. Neither of us believed in something greater then our casual practices based on or joy for the dance. We didn't know about the world until a ballet instructor from Washington D.C. came to inspect our studio and seek local talent. We all started to dance what we had spent hours practicing, and when I searched for the eyes of the inspector to fall on me they never did. I must say that when I heard of the chance to attend a performing arts school I wanted it with all my heart. Perhaps a part of me dreamed that when the inspector would walk into the studio he would single me out right away and say "Yes, yes! Perfect! She's the one I'm looking for."

But when his eyes were filled with the "I've seen this all before look" my spirits sank. My dance lost its fire and passion so the inspector looked away. However, when he saw my sister dance he said "Yes! This is what I'm looking for exactly!" She was taken to Washington D.C. to start her fabulous career and I was left behind as a failure who wasn't good enough to make the cut. That's when my mother started to push me. At first it was little comments but then it became constant statements that hurt me. It seemed as though she saw herself in me. She probably thought that because she was unable to achieve her goals that I should do it for her, and silently I complied.

I danced my heart out, but quickly I wasn't dancing from the heart. I was an animatronic robot who repeated the same steps over and over again with no passion and not goals. It was an artificial dance, yet it was the one my mother demanded of me until it was technically perfect. I was accepted into that school through hard work but in the process I lost my passion. A dream became a burden and I was crushed under it.

Your probably wondering how this affected me to this day? Well considering the fact that I'm a professional ballerina who's name is known by most Kalons around the world I'd say that my mothers dreams for me were realized. My sister and I mended our broken bridges when I was accepted into that performing arts school a couple of years after that. Its important for me to remind you, dear reader, that my sister loved me as did my mother. They were just blinded by there own goals and ambitions to care about me. But we healed, even if the wounds they inflicted on my heart remain large scars. My mothers eyes lit up with pride when I entered the doors of that school and my sisters arms ran out to greet me. They both were oblivious to the pain they caused me but they worked on healing it with love. I do love them. They taught me hard work and determination. But they also taught me to be open to the feelings of others and not pursue my own goals blindly. With there mistakes they taught me to love and be sensitive to the goals of others above your own. They taught me to love and to care.

What its the meaning of all this rambling you may ask? Well, it is in part to warn you. If you would meet me in person my shy demeanor would not have let you this close into the very being of my soul. I wish to warn you now, that love should stand before ambition. Passion in an art is what is important, and as I dance on the stage I understand it now. My technique may have little mistakes scattered all over the place which occur although I work on avoiding them, but they exist. Mistakes are inevitable in the long run, but what is important is to do something with your heart, be it performing or dancing or painting or anything really. Its important to have fire and love in your heart. Without it, you are not being true to your being.

That is why when I'm on stage I dance with fire.

[corgiqueen]

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[FoalMoon]

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[Karmel]

➸ username; Karmel
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➸ name;xxxx Nikolai
➸ gender;xxxMale
➸ quote;xxxx"If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies."
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Being alone has an effect after awhile. With no company to speak to, or friendly face to find comfort in,
an individual's personality morphs around this idea of loneliness. It makes them bitter. It makes them sad.
However, and perhaps most importantly, it makes them comfortable to the silence. Nikolai was no
exception to these unspoken rules. He was born under a pretense of secrecy, where only the maiden who
raised him really knew of his existence much less who it was he belonged to. As a child the boy was kept
far away from the outside world. Those who rarely visited said it was because he... looked too familiar,
although he didn't truly understand what this meant until years later.

When entering adulthood, Nikolai discovered that he was the illegitimate son of a noble family. He wasn't
supposed to be born, and so throughout his life most people pretended that he wasn't. Only knowing how
it felt to be an outsider—how it felt to be completely alone—made it difficult for his adolescent mind to
construct any traits that weren't cynical towards the world.

Because of this, he presents a cold attitude that warns of an icy heart. Nikolai isn't sociable, and often times
people will mistake his standoffish ways as deliberately rude. The truth is, he just doesn't know how to be a
part of anything other than his own life.

Someday, someone will come along to help him see that loneliness isn't forever, and that he matters
more than he knows.

[sillies]

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mark/ res if I have time

[walk.]

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