[annie15970]

username: annie15970
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personality: [100 words max]
fall palette: [url][/url]
how do they feel about fall?: [500 words max]

[Meduz]

username:
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personality: [100 words max]
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[khvoxtic]

username: planiteri
kalon name: oh boy howdy
personality: [100 words max]
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how do they feel about fall?: [500 words max]

[Lady Tuesday]

username: Lady Tuesday
kalon name: Cazbien
personality: wip
fall palette: [url=.]here[/url]
how do they feel about fall?: [500 words max]

[stress]

username: stress
kalon name: aki
personality: timid, shes stubborn and would defend her name with all she had. meeting new people is hard for her, as she grows shy, but eventually warms up to them. shes a sweetheart to those shes especially close to.
fall palette: x
how do they feel about fall?: aki adores fall, she finds it so beautiful how the leaves flutter with the breeze, how the leaves become become warm ambers, golds, gentle reds and even crumpled, dirty browns. the nights longer, moonlight twinkling over a world slowly decaying in the most beautiful way.

[Lucid Dreams]

Username: Lucid Dreams
kalon name: Riley
Personality: Observant,patient,resourceful,calm,aloof,distant,cold,shy
fall palette: Hello Autumn!
how do they feel about fall?: Ahh, the fun but peaceful season of Halloween. I love to get a pumpkin spice latte from my local cafe and sit down at home doodling away in my sketchbook as the trees begin to shed their leaves for winter. Sooner the festive holiday of Halloween comes making the season even more cheery.

[veridian]

Mark!

[76heart]

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❝ i. 76heart ● ii. captain catalina nymea alowish ● iii. female ● iv. 102 + 503 words ❞
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Once she was just a young girl unknowing to the harshness of the world who revered her elders, and heeded their tales of coiling serpent monsters in the seas, and the trees that watched, now a hardened captain of the seas. Nymea was a fisherwoman's daughter, who only ever knew her mother, and the sense of duty that called her to take up a job at the wharf when she grew old and weary. After her death, she grew numb to the world, and only found purpose again in the stolen ship she commandeered at the docks, and her faithful pirate crew.

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Alodale, her first home, was a land of stepping stones and ever-present autumn, of trees of birch with leaves ever *huen shades of yellow and scorching red, and thousands of eyes staring from the whorls in the bark, in a pattern only nature knew how to master. Where the land to the north was a place of eternal ice and winter, and the rolling hills and forest of Aresdon heralded days of everlasting spring, and the desert island of Erast was a place of unending summer where snow would never dare to fall, even if called forth by magic, Alodale was autumn, an autumn as familiar and comforting to her as the scent of salt in the breeze, and fish being sold in the markets.

Mother had always told her autumn was a sign of the time passing, of the earth readying herself for death before being reborn again in the spring after winter's blanketed death faded away. The new life born in the last spring had withered with age, like the cracks in her mother's smile, it's time now passed, it's aged earthen bones laying it's leaves and petals to rest, to lay in a blanket over where it's new children would grow when spring found it's way back again. Autumn was a beginning of a rebirth, a necessary death so that life may begin again strong and anew, a phoenix turning itself to ash. Life died in autumn, and laid it's weary boughs and limbs to rest so that the world could go on. The earth may be old and crumbling, readying herself to be buried in winter so that her old children may finally rest, but time under the autumn moon gave it a different kind of beauty. A beauty she saw and cherished, and a taste of comfort, of familiarity, of warmth, of memory, of home.

To her, autumn was the taste of salt on the breeze, the colors of home, the salt tinted wind rippling through her hair and placing drifting kisses upon her fur. Autumn was the graying in her mother's fur, the weariness creeping into her eyes as the years past by, growing stronger with each new year carved into the stones of time. Autumn was the smiling light in her eyes, the shake in her grasp as her strength faded with age. Autumn was the splash of fish leaping from the sea, the ripples they cast, and the glimmering scales set free. Autumn was the golden weeds of the sea clinging to the ancient anchors of harbor boats as they were raised from the water, and the droplets dripping down. Autumn was distant views of islands across a foggy ocean, and stepping stones from the rocky shore, cracks of broken shells and dried seaweed mixed in by Mother Nature's expert hand.

Autumn was home, her mother, times and faded memories long since past.

Autumn was a place to which she could always return, no matter how far she strayed, because autumn would always come back.

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*hued, but with an n because hued doesn't sound right there and a softer sound was needed and it should be a word
the black also isn't part of the color palette and just part of prettying up ahh
gifs were made by me and the set is linked, if anyone reading this wants to use them, please read my terms of use first! you can find it within my gif tag page <3

[Sixbane]

username: Sixbane
kalon name: Lincoln
personality:
Enigmatic; Lincoln is a suave gentleman and though generous, it never seems as if his kindness is genuine. It's within reasonable suspicion to consider him up to something at most times, and perhaps it's the act of being a mystery that's truly his muse and motive in most situations. He's usually competing with others in petty, passive ways, and his silver tongue gets him into trouble more often than not. He's the sort one might love to have around in a short term, but putting real trust in him might be more dangerous than its worth.
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fall palette:
Blues and golds

how do they feel about fall?: [500 words max]
Fall is the time of change, both in the world surrounding and within himself. The season implies for him the edging in of his arrogance and cold apathy. As it sets in the months brings with them a quiet despair and bitterness. An exaggeration of his own fears of death and imperfection and brutal consciousness of the world around him rotting away and crumbling into weakness. Feeling, perhaps, justified in the fact that he himself was always compared to the creeping of winter and fall in his colors and demeanor that he was made valid to despise the seasons of darkness. While others fawned over the colors of autumn and serenity of winter, he looked ever forward to the blooms of spring and summer and the real warmth that comes with them.

He turns a blind eye to fall and winter, because in some ways it's dismissing the inevitability that summer's warmth can't surround him always. That he can't always be happy, That things can't always be lively and full of energy. That responsibility will always return, and the cycle must begin again.

In his naivety he fails to see the point of it. He comes from a world where facing your other colors simply isn't polite. For him, fall has come to represent all that he loathes.

Accepting that this is simply circumstance and not fact, might give him some closure if he'd ever open his doors to new possibility.

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[☆ PUPSODA ☆]

username: +Hgfjx.i
kalon name: Ashlyn
personality: Ashlyn is a peaceful and caring individual, who can usually be heard humming to herself, a song that gives positive and calming vibes. Some people who judge a book by its cover would assume that she, by her looks, appears to be egotistical from her elegance, but that couldn't be more untrue. Those who don't assume right away will be greeted with nothing but kindness from Ashlyn, and many can learn some things from her such as calm, and patience.

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how do they feel about fall?: Ashlyn walked across the red, yellow and orange tinted ground, which had a bushel of acorns sprinkled across it, the sound of crunching leaves being heard after her every step. She paused and sighed in awe at the pleasant view, the tree's leaves falling off the branches and swirling through the crisp breeze, to grow back in the springtime. She still remembered her first autumn, as she got lost in memory. Her eyes a-glow with happy surprise at the wonderful sight before her, hundreds of red, orange and yellow blanketing the ground in front of her own eyes.. Ashlyn closed her eyelids, and let the wind float through her fur, smiling as she cherished that beloved childhood moment. This was her favorite season ever since that day; fall. The temperature was just the right mix between cold and warm, creating a relaxing environment in the air. Next, was the colorful leaves, who were blown about, slowly floating down to where other leaves lie silently, only making a noise when crunched. Then, was the usual fall harvest, where big plump pumpkins and many other plants grew, showing off their many different colors, each one being unique in it's own way, just like everyone. She opened her eyes and laid down, relaxing and enjoying everything about this beautiful season, as she began humming her song.