[PopcornBush]

Username ;;PopcornBush
Name ;; Arion
Gender ;; male
What do they regret most? ;;
The thing he regrets most is the life he chose, when the time came he chose the path without footprints, the one with the wild grass. The other people laughed and laughed, and the pressure chose the path, the one less traveled by.

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[peppermintkenny]

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((TOLD BY JACE VV))
I most regret the time were I practically almost killed myself.
I was strolling down my local village, Halloween was near. I was ready for it. I kept walking for a few hours as someone strange came up behind me handing me a flier, They said, " Why don't you come to my party? " They smiled and I turned my head for one second then back at them.. They were gone. I thought it was quite strange, but since I was freaked out and thought they'd murder me in my sleep if i didn't go, I went. I stopped by a huge mansion, Surprisingly most of my friends were there, I looked over to see- wip

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username ;; trans
name ;; finnigan fletcher (sometimes called finn/finny for short)
gender ;; genderfluid (any pronouns)

(extra) personality;; finnigan is a rather shy kalon, but once he gets comfortable, he can be quite the chatterbox. he's not the type to sit still for very long, and often busies himself with whatever he can find. he's got a pretty bad case of anxiety too, but tries not to let it hold him down too much. he also has a tendency to overthink things more than necessary, mulling over them until they eat at him, but he's, quote. "working on it." finnigan sometimes has trouble with forming words correctly, and will often trip over his words and stutter, especially when afraid or nervous. his speech impediment does nothing for his lack of his friends, really only makes it work, but he likes to think it makes him special, despite others telling him otherwise.

finnigan also has a tendency to scare away anyone he might call a friend, and as such, doesnt have very many. those he feels comfortable with calling friends are usually distant, and in return, he is as well. this spiteful behavior is usually what makes others tend to lean away from him, or if they're already friends, detach themself from him. his fluctuating empathy also plays a large part in who calls him a friend.

as for hobbies, he doesnt really have any, but he does enjoys bird-watching and, occasionally, making gifts for people, even if he'll never actually get the chance to give them to the person they were made for.

what do they regret most? ;; finnigan's deepest regret is never appreciating the people he loves the most until they're gone and never making them proud. he also regrets not being able to save his family from shattering and splitting apart after his mother's death.

he always makes a note to try to be better next time, but he always ends up failing to meet his goal and ends up feeling like a waste of space. he feels like he doesnt appreciate what he has or even the life he's been given, but can do nothing to fix it. sometimes, he contemplates seeking help, but he knows even then he will still feel he is not appreciating things the way he should be. finnigan honestly believes he doesnt do enough to show he cares, and desperately tries again and again to make up for that, only for history to repeat itself.

finnigan grew up in a house of several children, with three brothers and two sisters of varying ages. being one of the older kids, he felt like he carried a lot of responsibility, but as one of the younger family members, he felt like was often looked down on simply for that fact. as the middle child however, he felt like even more of an outcast among his siblings. he wasnt the oldest or the youngest—he was just kind of in the middle. in addition to that, he felt the pressure of being both the big kid and the baby boy, and it tore him apart. thankfully, his mother was there to show him he only needed to be himself.

finnigan's mother, darlene, was a simple woman. she worked hard, did what she had to do for family to survive, and would risk her life for her family any day, any time. she worked tirelessly to provide money for the family along with finn's father, chester. the couple loved each and every one of their kids equally, and did their best to save money for future schooling. this dream would come to an abrupt halt when darlene became ill one year during the winter months. she died only a few months later, and it devastated the once lively household.

without the life of the family there to keep morale and spirits high, the family grew reserved, quiet, seclusive. finnigan's father retreated into his room most days, refusing to come out even to eat and spiraling into a grief-stricken mess, and because of it eventually lost his job. friends turned away and his siblings turned their backs on those who didnt in return. his older siblings quickly took the reigns to try to support the family, each getting the best jobs they could find in town. his oldest sister, kaitlyn, managed to snag a job as a carpenter, and his brothers got hired as farm hands for the neighbors. finnigan however, had no such luck. being significantly younger than his oldest siblings, finn couldnt find anyone who would hire him. talentless, skillless, and absurdly clumsy, not to mention quite young, finn was sent home and told to play with his toys instead.

no one outright said it, but finnigan had the feeling the others were disappointed in him. it was just the small things—a disapproving glance every once in awhile, hushed murmurs between the older members of the family when they thought he couldnt hear, glares from the brother he never seemed to please.

regretful he couldnt do more and ashamed of himself for being so useless, finn retreated into his own shell, living life on autopilot. he tried his best to make those around him proud of him, but it never quite worked out in his favor.

it was around this time he began to wonder if maybe it was his fault, if he just wasnt trying hard enough, if he was doing something wrong or being unappreciative. he didnt dare ask, simply tried to be a better person, even if it still didnt ease tension with his siblings.

day by day, splinters wedged themselves into finnigan's already fragile family, until all that ever seemed to happen were fights. fights and yelling and bickering and more fights. he felt responsible, like he hadnt done enough, but he had no idea how to help. the family split not long after that despite him actually begging his older siblings not to, but it was no use, and the iron-strong bonds they once shared were gone forever, broken right before his eyes while he was powerless to stop it.

finnigan hasnt seen any of his family in years, and frankly doesnt plan to. he couldnt handle the shame and embarrassment of meeting them, of having to face their long overdue judgement and have them tell him what he already knows—he never appreciated enough, never helped enough, never cared enough.

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[imperials]

Username ;; imperials
Name ;; quebec
Gender ;; male
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xxxout of everything quebec has ever went through in his short lifetime, the one, most greatest thing in life he regrets, was never saying i love you. to delve in a little deeper as to why this is his greatest regret, ill tell you a little story. once upon a time, around the time of quebec's junior year of high school, he got his drivers license as well as a bunch of his other friends as well whom had to gotten their drivers license that year and their sophomore year as well. at this time, quebec was in a fairly serious relationship with a female kalon named kaitlynn. she was a beautiful kalon to say the least. her personality was amazing as well but being the virgo zodiac she was, kaitlynn was fairly introverted at times and had a very short temper at times. one day on her way home from work, she was driving and talking to quebec on the phone. they got into an argument over quebec not saying i love you when she told him she loved him for the very first time in their over year now relationship. kaitlynn ended up hanging up the phone in anger and sadness. tears in her eyes, she didn't realize the semi in the opposite lane when she tried to speed past the car infront of her. she hit the truck head on.
xxxlater that night, quebec received a call from kaitlynn's parents and the police department. kaitlynn had been killed at impact. if only he had said those three words, maybe she would still be alive.

[iHolli]

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Name ;; Spiridon
(Спиридон): Russian form of Greek Spyridon, meaning "spirit."
Gender ;; Male
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xXx
Small warning, it's somewhat sensitive, there's a bit of mild violence, the song lyrics are there also. Nothing too bad! Just so you know beforehand ;u;

.Holli.

[Esther~]

mark

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

Smile
though your heart is aching...

'I-I didn't mean to.... She... she just stopped breathing.
I didn't mean to hurt her....'

It was a dark, dark night with no stars or moon to be seen.
Thick rain clouds hovered in the sky, as black as death,
releasing torrents of water on the unsuspecting world.

In this darkness there were cries of pain from his mother's
room. He covered his ears with his pillow, trying desperately
to sleep - he had school tomorrow if the roads were open
again. Still the sounds penetrated his pillow 'earmuffs'. Sleep
was eluding the young kalon nestled under the thick, warm
blankets as he tried to reach dreams again.

'I was still a kid myself... and she was so little....
I must have done something wrong.'

In the very early hour of coming dawn, it stopped. All of it
seemed to vanish into a haze. The rain slowed to a drizzle,
his mother's cries had vanished, and he had finally begun to
drift off to sleep.

The haze lasted seconds. As he lay in bed trying to get a few
moments of rest, a sharp cry rang through the house, piercing
and seeming unending. Thoroughly annoyed now with the
racket, he trudged through the little three-bedroom house to
his parents' room.

'We couldn't get her to the hospital, and no one could come to us.
We were alone and she was dying.'

name

Jorrin Ellis Worthington

gender

Male

adopter

Weeping_Angel }Y{

regrets

< to the left

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birthday

January 21st, 1995

orientation

Panromantic Asexual

relationship

single, not looking

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If I Die Young - The Band Perry
Moonlight Sonata - Beethoven
Everybody Hurts - R.E.M
Loser Like Me - GLEE
Some Nights - Fun
Fix You - Coldplay
Lost Boy - Ruth B
Smile - Nat King Cole

personality

positives

sensitive
kind-hearted
giving
protective
negatives

sorrowful
reclusive
easily angered
lonely

Upon reaching his parents' room, Jorrin paused. The crying
was quiet again... but how long would it last? Hesitantly he
knocked on their door, not surprised at it opening from its
slightly ajar position. He peeked inside with one and a half
eyes.

'M-mom?' he stuttered, worried for her and about possibly
being reprimanded for being awake so early.

'Come on in sweetie,' she coaxed tiredly.

'After that night I could never sleep in the rain. It hurt too much.
I could still hear her crying in the dark.'

He moved into the room, his eyes on his mother as she held
something just out of his sight, wrapped loosely in blankets.
There was a lump in his throat as he moved to the bed. 'Is it
her?' he whispered, trembling slightly with nerves.

His mother nods, and his father comes up behind him, resting
a paw on his shoulders. 'Would you like to hold her?'

He looks up at them with wide eyes. 'I could?' he whispers in
shock.

'Even now I wake with screams on my lips every night in April.
Now matter how much I try to forget, I never could.'

A few minutes later he holds his little sister carefully in his
arms. He was mesmerized, watching her little chest rise and
fall slowly in sleep. 'What's her name?' he whispers.

His parents smile. 'We thought you could name her,' his father
answers.

He looks down at her, and her cute pink fur, and smiles. 'Ava,'
he murmurs.

She looks up at him, blue eyes shining before they close again.
His smile stays, but when he sees her chest is no longer rising
or falling in breaths, he panics. 'Momma?' he whimpers.

She takes Ava away, and his father pushes him from the room
as suddenly as a big wind might tug open a coat or pull away
a hat.

'She died in my arms that night, the night she was born....
It was all my fault.'

It wasn't until he awoke later that morning that he knew. Ava,
the sweet little kit everyone had waited so long for, was gone.

His parents insisted there was nothing anyone could have done,
but he knew.

Ava had died in his arms, and he had caused it.

He was a monster.

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Smile
even though it's breaking...

[ωolfie]

── ＡＬＥＸＥＩ ──

Username: wolfie
Name: Alexei
Gender: Male

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Personality:

Alexei was a normal teen in highschool. Young, sad, anxious, and tired. But what made him different than every other kalon is... his personality. But wait, I just said he had a 'normal' personality. Yes, but that is only one.

When he turned 13, he was, like, cursed or something. Okay, so now he had this... 'power.' Randomly, every single day, he would change emotions against his will. Alexei could change into a variety of different emotions, but there are three main ones, as represented by his hair color. Red-pink: Anger. Yellow: Happiness. Blue: Sadness. You can figure out how this went for his social life. One emotion he despises the most is anger. Out of nowhere, he would snap out on someone randomly. The way you could tell his emotion currently was by his eye color. If it was yellow, he was happy. If it was blue, he was sad, and so on.

But oddly enough, the only ones closest to him are aware of this fact, like his family, and... his best friend. This sucked. A lot. Because he didn't have an excuse for what did or said, people would think he did everything he did on his own, intentionally.

Despite all his other mixed up emotions, Alexei was generally a nice, helpful guy. Caring, too. But no one really got to see the good side of him, people love to see only see the bad sides of others.

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What do they regret the most:

Rejecting his best friend, Ethan.

At the time, Alexei was only in highschool. He had assumed he was straight, but Alexei never really did have time for relationships. All of that changed one day.

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I smiled as I heard the bell ring. The end of the day, finally! I was a little bummed out still since I got an F on my History test, but that was because I was way too 'flirty'. Yup, my emotion, power, thing again. I tried to talk and whisper to this really pretty kalon in front of me, but to no avail. Eh. I don't feel much affection towards her anymore, now that I'm back to my normal self.

I walked out of the school and into the parking lot, hanging my backpack over my shoulder. I then heard a very familiar voice, calling out my name from far away. At first I thought I was imagining it, but it soon started to get closer. I turned around to see my best friend, Ethan, running towards me. My eyes widen- I thought he was going to crash into me, so I quickly stepped out of the way. Once he arrived, he was panting a lot, clearly tired. Ethan and I were friends ever since 4th grade. He was always someone who was quiet and shy at first glance, but would eventually open up and let loose. He was really nice, and when I told him about my weird emotion thing, he still stuck with me even to this day. Ethan is the only friend I have, but I don't care. He's all I need as a friend.

"Um, what's wrong? You okay?" I asked, worried and concerned. "I... I wanted to... tell... you some...thing," Ethan breathed out, his words separated by long, hearty pants. "Um, okay! Go ahead," I replied. This was kinda weird. Why would he be running at me, calling my name, to tell me one single thing! This must be important. And this is when I curse the world for giving me this terrible power, where I can do something spontaneous any moment now.

He looked down at his feet, avoiding any eye contact with me. What was he doing? Was he okay? And I swore I could see a faint, blush-red hue on his cheeks. "I...um, I..." Ethan mumbled, fidgeting with his hair. I could tell he was struggling with trying to tell me this... thing.

"I like you."

I blinked. There was a sudden thought that popped into my mind, but I quickly pushed it away. I smiled a confused smile at him. "What do you mean? Like, as a friend? If so, I like you too, Ethan!" I regret what I said. I could tell that I had said a terribly wrong thing. I realize that when I see Ethan's face scrunch up. He shook his head. "Ah- no, I mean I really like you." He paused. "L-love, even." Yet another long pause. "I love you, alright? More than friends. More than best friends. More than mega super uber best friends." I blinked at him as I started to process what he had just said. What is the next level of mega super uber best friends? Lovers, of course. I mean, I love Ethan with all my heart, but not that way. I never experimented with girls before, let alone guys. But if I never tried anything with a girl, than how do I know if I'm gay? I needed time to think this out. Not now though, I can tell poor Ethan is waiting and dreading what I'll be saying next.

I wanted to open my mouth and say, "I'm not sure if I feel this way, I need time to figure this out." But instead, I was greeted with a painful headache. I knew what would happen next. My vision turns a slight shade of red, and then back to normal. I've changed emotions.

I have no control over my words or actions... this is horrible. Now, at first I thought this was 'anger' but then I quickly saw the orange tint. This only meant one thing. This, is what I call, the 'SUPER MEGA JERK BULLY EMOTION.' Self-explanatory. This special emotion comes out rarely (thank goodness!) But then it HAD to come out right about now, when Ethan is confessing his love for me! Yes, he is aware of my weird power, but either way, he'll be heartbroken and hurt.

"Hah, of course! I doubt no one, not even the most desperate gay dude would want to love a little cowardly bookworm like you!" Me-but-not-really-me said. I winced. Ethan's eyes widened and took a step back. "Alexei!" He cried. It was true he was expecting me to say a 'no' or something, but not as bad as this. Please, Ethan, snap out of your lovey-dovey thing! This is NOT me! I wanted to say. This was torture, seeing everything, but doing nothing. It was true when you tried to confess, your insides get so jiggled up and you forget everything you knew. This was 100% true in Ethan's case.

"Hey, it's true! Who would want to date a weak little crybaby? I sure know I don't!" 'Alexei' laughed a terrible laugh, as I frowned and shook my head over and over. "You... you really think that of me..?" Ethan asked quietly, tears grouping up on his eyelids. It wasn't a secret that Ethan was pretty sensitive. NO! It's not true, nothing's true!" I wanted to yell.

Fake me pushed him, hard enough to make him stumble, but not that hard as to make him fall. "Uh, duh! Everyone in the school thinks so." Don't listen to him! Lies! Snap out of it! "Alexei... how could you?" He said, his voice barely a whisper. "Oh look, little wittle Ethan's crying! I think I proved my point." Fake-Alexei-that-I-hate-like-alot kicked him, and it seemed to be a really harsh kick, and Ethan fell down on the hard cemet. "Time to go back to your mommy, little boy. Now get out, I don't want a gay in my personal space." Evil-Alexei chuckled. I felt like I was on the verge of crying myself. I would never do such a thing.

"Forget it Alexei, I never knew you were such a... jerk!" He slowly got up, and ran away, holding his bruised arm. And that was when a calm wave washed over me. I blinked. I was back. I wanted to call for Ethan, but he was too far away. "Damn it, Ethan!" I yelled, furiously kicking a rock. He was too caught up in his emotions, he didn't think correctly. I know he'll hate me forever now. Even worse, I think I did have feelings for him.

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The next day, I didn't see Ethan at school. "Where is he?" Someone asked me, assuming I knew the answer. I didn't. Our teacher heard, and she frowned, looking at me with a sympathetic glint in her eyes. "He moved." I stared at her in disbelief. He would never! "Moved? Like, to a different school, right?" She shook her head sadly. "Moved. Out of the state."

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"Alexei! Come out honey, please!" My mother called. I locked myself up in my room. I can't be in the presence of anyone, I'll hurt them... physically and mentally. "Mom, I can't! I hate it! I hate my life and my personalities!" After another 5 minutes of my mom begging me to come out, she stopped finally. I picked up my phone. No texts or calls from Ethan. I tried calling him. It didn't work. I've tried texting him, but he blocked me. I will never forgive myself for what I did. Yes, it was a small thing I did, but I truly, really love Ethan. And just now, I realize that. I will always beat myself up for what I did, over and over. Who knows what I'll do next? I don't even have a conscience. I can't do anything. Can't pick right from wrong.

It's time for me to live a solitary, lonely life, drifting off into insanity. Without Ethan.