[₊˚ʚ꒷ ₊˚Mallow₊˚ ‧₊]

username: Jolly Rabbit
entering for: Cosmos

full name: Cosmosa la jellyo
nickname: Mosa & Cos
pronouns: She/Her
age: 18

Personality: Goofy, Loyal, Playful, Adventurer, shy

likes: Anything with potatoes, NASA, and Plushies! & Nature
dislike: Anything sad & horror

basic story:
Cosmos isn't like the other kids shes her own self that is a nerd for NASA and Nature.
In her spare time, she likes to listen to the song 2U by Jungkook from BTS and taking pictures of the beautiful nature and stars at night

trivia: Cosmosa likes to collect fossils and rocks!

I'm a non-owner

[Marsh]

Mark! Most likely going to try entering for Sparrow...

username: Marsh
entering for: Sparrow

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[huddson]

oh big mark

[Divantae]

mmark

[Fallenleaf]

Mark!!
username: fallenleaf
entering for: Sparrow

name: Mist
pronouns: She/her

wishlist:
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[Wolfiedog3]

username:
entering for: Cosmos

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gotta mark pretty kiddos <3

[BiscuitTheDog]

username: BiscuitTheDog
entering for: Cosmos

full name: Cosmos (who needs a last name anyways, not Cosmos, thats for sure!)
nickname: Star (by friends), Cossie (by her dad, pronounced coz-ee)
pronouns: she/her/they/them
age: 21 years (in human years)
personality:

• all for fashion and glamour and popularity, but she ain't no snob
• quiet
• mysterious to many
• calm outside and in
• but really impatient
• pretty loving, but its hard for her to find someone to love, surprisingly
• aloof
• loyal and energetic on good days
• rude and/or moody at the most on bad days

likes: pineapples, bugs (give her more bugs pls), stargazing, hairless cats, the color aquamarine, and literally anything that can keep her long flowing hair UP AND OUT of her face
dislikes: people thinking they're better than everyone else and everyone loves them (narcissists) and moths (the only bugs she despises with every fiber of her being. if its night out and her horns/shine glow too much the moths wont stop coming)

basic story: (im ignoring her actual parents here lmao)
Cossie was born in Brazil to her two parents, a white kalon name Shera and a bright blue kalon named Kita.
The couple was happy at first. They raised their child the best that they could. But sometimes, Shera stayed up for days on end caring for little Cosmos. This caused a lack of sleep and made Shera start... seeing things.
She never told Kita, and it got worse from there.
A few months in Kita eventually found out and made his wife go see the doctor, which she did. Kita was left to care for young Cosmos, who was still quite too pure to know what was going on.
A few years passed. And finally, the question arose.
"Where's mommy?"
Kita couldn't answer that one.
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Another several years passed, and life went on as normal. Cosmos made decent grades, went on trips with her father, got her first ever cat, Linus, a male calico Norwegian Forest cat. One day, though, her view on her life changed.
"Your mother died of a heart attack, my dear, in the hospital."
She had. A day and a half after her husband took her to the hospital, she'd died of an unexpected heart attack at 12:30 at night. Cosmos wondered.
Was that why father had spent nights crying for years in his room?
Was that why she was never allowed to go into the room at the end of the hallway, mom's room?
Was that why he never answered her question about her mom?
Cossie couldn't say she was mad. But she was dazed. She couldn't grieve. She'd only known her mother for two years and, being 14 now, could barely remember anything about her past her kind purple eyes.
What if she was mean?
What if she wasn't a good mom?
But dad was sad, so she was too.
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At age 16, on her birthday, Linus the cat had died, poking her heart with fresh, sharp thorns.
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Another few years passed. She'd recovered from the several-years-late news, and was now 19.
Cosmos had moved out of her dad's house and into an apartment, but she preferred it over the large house on a mountain that she was raised in. The apartment was cozy, comfy, and there was little effort needed to make it truly feel like hers. Cossie decided to pursue her dream, and add a bit of fun into her life, since she'd had a pretty average life minus the surprise death news. She went to a few amusement parks in her area and met one of her best friends there. Cosmos adopted 2 twin female and male hairless cats and quickly became attached to the breed, but for more variety and because she just couldn't resist, she bought a male long-haired cat too.
Cosmos was doing swell, and she still is. Her father, though getting older, still visits her, and they spend days together having fun and talking, even if her father is slightly allergic to cats (Linus was achieved through months of begging and sobbing).
Cossie wished she'd had a little better of a life- one with her mother, mayhaps. But life is life. And Cosmos has come to accept that.

trivia:

• probably one of the most popular kalons in every school she's been to but completely oblivious about it (for the better i say)
• she's very self-conscious about her ears and think everyone will hate her for them
• "surprisingly" (according to her dad) likes broccoli
• her extra limbs get more in the way of her than help her
• she likes bugs because a spider once climbed on her nose and told her how beautiful her shine was, and she's been quite fond of bugs/arachnids ever since
• currently studying to be an entomologist
• owns 2 previously mentioned hairless cats named Mila and Rexy, and 1 massive Maine Coon named Brazil
• has submechanophobia. if you mention sunken ships, sunken planes, dead underwater kalon skeletons- she will be on the verge of tears and kick you in the shins to make you stop talking.

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username: BiscuitTheDog
entering for: Wisteria

name: Wisteria
pronouns: she/her

hobby: Wisteria likes to pit ducks against eachother in races and you can't stop her. Nobody can stop her. Just try, I dare you.

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username: BiscuitTheDog
entering for: Sparrow

name: Sparrow
pronouns: they/them

wishlist: just one image but it sums up everything
extra: They are a simple kalon. Anything remotely comfortable has their attention.

also;
thank you so so much for the opportunity! i'm too scared to try too hard for the main adopts hhh,, i dont own any kals yet,
thanks for consideration!!!!
c:

oop and uH idk how to provide proof that im a non-owner hhhhh- well i entered for 1713 but didnt win, also entered 1716 and 1718 but didnt win either of those either. i entered for 1728 (<- edit; didnt win this one) and 1729 but those havent been judged yet, and besides those i've never tried out for a kal~

[LokisTrick]

Mark

[turnip_soup]

username: __kiwi__
entering for: Sparrow

name: Sparrow
pronouns: He/Him

wishlist: ex.1 ex. 2
extra: Thanks for the opportunity c:

[Firedancer77]

username: Firedancer77 | owns two kalons
entering for: Cosmos

full name: Anastasia Eleanor Rose Carroway
nickname: Anarchy
pronouns: She / Her
age: Immortal; her age is unknown

personality: Anarchy is a goddess...and she could care less. She just wants to live her life undisturbed, not dealing with the crap that mortals often try to bring to her. As the goddess of fortune, Anarchy often receives prayer, though she receives less now that mortals have begun to catch on to her testy nature. Many seek good fortunes, but when someone disturbs Anarchy, more often than not they will find themselves on the receiving end of some bad luck. Some might consider her selfish for wishing to just stick to herself and ignore those that pray to her...and Anarchy agrees. She wasn't much better when she actually involved herself in the business of the world, often opting to bless random figures with fortune around those that actually prayed for it to see the chaos that happened. It was those situations that helped inspire Anarchy in her writing endeavors, and that gave Anarchy her nickname among the world. In spite of her wish to simply be alone and do what she wishes without interruption, she does have some friends. Anarchy often will tolerate the presence of other gods, though she would hesitate to call many more than acquaintances, but more importantly, she has her champions. These are a select few mortals that, over the years, she takes an interest in. This has become less and less frequent as Anarchy struggles to deal with losing them - mortals are just so fragile, and sometimes, all the good fortune in the world can't save someone from tragedy, especially when it stems from another's jealousy for that fortune - but she still does find herself drawn to some, and does her best to actually care for them, even if they do not seek her out. Though she hides that side away, preferring to be an aloof goddess who is not to be disturbed or seen as compassionate, Anarchy cannot bring herself to be completely cold towards the world. Even a goddess needs someone to talk to sometimes.

likes: writing, reading, the quiet, night, coffee, clovers, parchment (especially new parchment), choice, chaos, gardening, swinging on swings, spiders, fountain pens, dictionaries, violins, museums, winter
dislike: people disagreeing with her, interruptions, being unoriginal, predictability, repetition, being unproductive, birds, being told what to do, summer, photographs, directions, maps

basic story: Anastasia doesn't remember when she came into existence. She just remembers being, and so far has been unable to find any proof of there being a time when she didn't exist. She does, however, remember a time when the world was brighter (or at least, hers was). At one point, Anastasia did not see the mortal world as the dark and dreary place she does now, with little to no actual worth to it. In that day, Anastasia showed plenty of compassion to those who prayed to her. Sometimes she would bestow it to others, the ones around the mortal seeking her help as opposed to the one initially asking, just to cause some chaos (she particularly liked to do this when the person who sought her help was a bad person). Watching the fallout would give her plenty of ideas for fictional stories or would give her true stories she could share. It was this sort of thing that got her the name of Anarchy among mortals. However, then she gave good fortune to the wrong person...and an entire town wound up dead because of it. She had tried to help someone who had seen injustice occur and wished to correct it; Anastasia had no intentions to see them lash out at the whole town, and didn't even realize that that was what they would do. After that point, she began to actually go by Anarchy, and it was then that bad fortune began to visit those that bothered her too much. However, she still blessed some of those mortals who impressed her most and really proved themselves to be good. Even this did not work. Despite her taking the utmost care to choose only those deserving of good fortune, who would not use it for ill, tragedy still struck. One of her most devoted followers, one who deserved the good that Anarchy blessed her with, was killed in their friend's fit of jealous rage over the good that was happening in their life. After that, Anarchy truly began to close herself off, realizing that the mortal world was not good, as she'd once thought it was. Though some can still get some fortune from her, Anarchy mainly closed herself off to taking on any more favorites, afraid she would just lose them again, or find them to not be as good as she thought. She curses those that pray with bad fortune to push them away from her, not wanting any more responsibility in the mortal world.

trivia:

• Anarchy is ambidextrous. Not only can she write with either of her front most paws, but she also can write with her second left paw. Each one creates a slightly different style of handwriting. Despite her best efforts, she cannot seem to master writing with her second right paw.
• Anarchy has an entire room in her home that has been converted into a library, complete with a balcony that one gets to by going up a spiral staircase that overlooks the room. Her favorite books, as well as a little reading nook area and her "study" area, are up there.
• Anarchy has a few pets. Most important to her is her tarantula named Parker. He sits on the desk in the library where she does her writing. She also has several koi fish and a turtle in the pond in her backyard. She has not named the koi fish - the pond is a recent addition, as is its inhabitants - but the turtle is named Carapace. He bit Anarchy when she went she was looking at turtles, and she decided she had to have him.
• Anarchy has a large garden. This is where her koi pond is housed. It has several trees and plenty of flowers and shrubs. The light blue Hydrangea are currently her favorite plants that she is growing there. She has set up a wooden swing hanging from the large oak tree near the center of the garden, and though swinging on it for too long often makes her dizzy and sick, Anarchy loves to sit on it and think, even if she doesn't actually do any swinging. The entire garden has little to no actual rhyme or reason to its structure and organization, namely because Anarchy just likes to let the plants do their thing so long as they are all healthy and growing. She does, however, hates the birds that try to next in the garden, with the one exception being the hummingbirds that sometimes can be seen near the honeysuckles.
• If Anarchy was not attempting to become an author, she would like to become a museum curator. Even with her wish to be a writer, it is still a thought she considers often.
• Anarchy thinks photography is stupid. As the phrase goes, a picture is worth a thousand words, and for someone as prolific as Anarchy, she would take the thousand words over a picture any day. She believes there's something in words that simply cannot be captured in photographs, and so abstains from ever taking them. She believes her mental picture will be enough to remember it by, and that she should be a good enough wordsmith to be able to convey what something was like with words alone for anyone who she may tell about an event.
• Anarchy remembers the name of everyone that has died due to her careless distribution of good luck. In the back of her garden, tucked behind plants, there are names inscribed upon a rock. Some are faded and old while others are fresh and new, and all of them are those that Anarchy blames herself for the deaths of.
• Anarchy drinks her coffee black. No sugar, no milk, no creme. She will stare you down as she drinks it straight from the pot the moment its done brewing, not even letting it cool down.
• Shadows by Lindsey Stirling is Anarchy's favorite song.