[**Snowwhisper**]

Username: **Snowwhisper**
Name: Camilla
Gender: Female
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Relationships:

♔ - Negative Relationship

A criminal in the shadows and a businessman in the light. Sir Jenkins is someone you don't want to cross, whether it be in business or in misfortune. Known to be a ruthless CEO of a silk company, Camilla knows all too well how cruel this man can be.
The first time she even heard of the man, was when she was little. She and her family lived on a farm with a couple of acres. Now, Sir Jenkins had always wanted the land the village was on but couldn't get his hands on it due to Camilla's father not wanting to sell. Which is reasonable, seeing as they had lived on the same farm for generations and it meant a lot to them. But Jenkins was cunning and would do anything to get it, so he started looking into her fathers past for something useful and boy did he find something useful.
She remembers it like it was yesterday, she had just gone to bed and her parents were settling down for the night, when a knock was heard throughout the little house. Camilla was confused, no one had visited this late before. Confused when she heard her parents start talking in hushed tones, she climbed out of bed silently and crept to her door, looking through the crack of the open door, she gasped quietly when she saw a well dressed guy, talking to her parents. He never sat down, sneering at her parents as he looked around their humble abode. It made her wonder what was wrong with their house, but the thought was wiped from her mind when the unknown male laughed. And she remembered, it wasn't a nice, warm laugh, it was a demeaning, cruel, triumphant laugh. Like someone who knew they won the game, when the people around them didn't. It made her angry at the stranger, her life was fine the way it was, why did he not think so. As the conversation went on, and she was getting tired, the stranger and her parents finished talking. Her father stood, looking far angerly than she had seen before, escorted the stranger to the door and let him out, slamming the door, before turning to her mother, they shared a look before turning in to bed.
From that moment on, her life changed. They moved the next day. They had reached the city when Camilla remembered she had forgotten her favorite stuffed animal and told her father she would meet them at their new home, and ran back to the once beloved hom, but she stopped short when she saw everything up in flames. Everything was burning, everything was dead and burnt, just like she felt in her heart. And standing in the ashes was the stranger, smiling. From that moment on, she knew that he was the one who made this happen and she vowed that she'd stop him from doing this again, not to her and not to anyone else. So now she spends her time stealing from the man and trying not to get caught.

♔ - Positive/Negative Relationship

Short and somewhat potbellied, Finn is someone who is not very close to Camilla but has had an impact in her life. Balding and always loosing his eyeglasses, Dr. Finn Byrns was the doctor she went to when her mother and father started getting sick. First it was her mother, she started losing weight and wouldn't get out of bed, well couldn't was more of the word, she couldn't support her weight anymore. Her father told her it was just because they had lost the farm but then her father seemed to catch the same strange illness. Camilla at first was at a loss, somewhat scared that she too would get the same illness but her fears were unfounded as she didn't get sick and her parents continued to get worse. At first she tried what her mother had taught her about healing but after a couple weeks of not getting the results she wanted, she knew she had to seek help else where.
Camilla knew she didn't have enough money to find the best doctor she could but she knew she had to find someone who could help her, and that's just what she did. There was said to be an old doctor on the edge of town, one who practiced more traditional and more importantly less expensive treatments. The man was happy to help, not accepting any payment for his help as well. Though weeks went by, and nothing seemed to work and her parents seemed to worsen. Sadly, after trying everything he knew, Dr. Finn told Camilla that there was nothing else he could do, he could only make them comfortable. Saddened by the fact her parents were dying, she couldn't help but keep a brave face around them and so she spent what little time they had left with them. They passed soon after, her mother first and then her father. Though she mourned she couldn't help but feel that the Dr hadn't done enough and felt some resentment for him. But knowing her parents wouldn't like her to blame him,She went to find this old Doctor and tearfully thanked him for helping them in their last days and found not only a doctor but a nice man as well.

♔ - Positive Relationship

As Camilla grew, and her parents health declined, she had to take on two jobs to support them and their medical care. While one of the jobs was legal, as in getting groceries for other people and getting paid to do so, the other wasn't as glamorous. She had taken to stealing from the rich and powerful. She had first started off on petty thieves but she out grew them quickly and went on to bigger and bigger fish. As as she did, she needed more practice, so she would practice in the woods behind their house, and each day she would see this hawk, who looked sickly, she didn't pay much mind until she noticed it one day on the ground, looking very emaciated. She immediately took in the little bird, knowing many healing techniques from healing her parents. She healed the bird back to health, not without a few bites here and there, and when she finally went to set him free, he flew right back towards the house. It seemed he wanted to stay, and from there on out they were partners in crime, literally. She would use him to scout and distract anyone who would be in the way. She would send letters with him to acquaintances and enemies, and she would do anything for her first true friend.
Dr. Finn was happy to help to the best of his ability with no pay at all. He wanted to help, he said, but after weeks of decline and no improvement, Dr. Finn told Camilla, he couldn't help them anymore, there was nothing he could do, except make them comfortable. She was grateful for that at least, and spent the rest of the time her parents had with them. Once they passed, Camilla went back to the kind Doctor, and thanked him for at least letting them go peacefully and without pain, and that she didn't blame him but he had made the difference in their lives and hers.

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Optional Extra:
(Seeing as I'm at an airport, and on mobile, I can't draw anything, Hopfully my words will be enough ^.^
Apologies for going over word limit)
Personality:
She is very knowledgeable though and wise beyond her years. She pays attention to minor details that others don't see, and because of that she remembers things that others can't wither. She is a little bit of a perfectionist and likes things organised, she hates mess and likes to have everything easily accessible, even her library is perfect, she has them alphabetical and then the years they were written. She finds solace in books rather than people. She knows that books don't tend to lie or say hurtful things to her, so she would rather stay home and read about of fiction than a night out with friends.

She is also very sweet and kind when she truly begins to break down the walls around her heart, so don’t let her pet peeves put you off because she can become the most loyal friend you could obtain. So don't misjudge her immediately because you could be missing out on a friend who would do anything to protect a friend in danger and she usually puts others before her. She is rather easy to befriend, as long as you're willing to make the effort and care enough to do so, and is willing to put up with anyone who manages to put up with her. Though if you do befriend her, don't be surprised if she disappeares from time to time. She has what her father used to call 'Wanderlust'. He would always say that she was just like him, one foot inside the door and the other outside, ready to find a new adventure. He explained, 'Those with "wanderlust" don't necessarily need to go anywhere in particular; they just don't care to stay in one spot.' And she finds his words quite true.
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Part 1 Form:XXX
Part 2 Form:XXX

[invincible llama]

Congrats to those who made it past 2 <3

[elf_of_the_hollow]

Tourmaline







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Username:
elf_of_the_hollow

Name:
Tourmaline {Watermelon Tourmaline}

Gender:
Male








Blue Bird




"There's a little bluebird that
sits on my windowsill, singing
it's song to help me sleep."

The shining sun didn't
mean anything to
Tourmaline. It only brought
another day for him to shut
himself away.

And he knew that.
And he accepted it.

Why should he care if there
were clouds in the sky? Why
did anyone care at all? And,
for that matter, what use
did a bird's song have? It was
all just noise.

Why did things suddenly make
sense after he met you?






It was the middle of the night and Tourmaline wandered in his room, pacing back and forth on the carpet. He was restless. It felt like everything around him was moving. Living. Breathing. How could people sleep like this? The world around him was constantly changing. He heard every noise. The little creaks in the floorboard, the snoring of those in the other rooms. He felt the little movements of the mice breaking into the pantry. 'Who enjoys a world like this? Every sound, every movement is just... annoying' He thought, remaining silent as he continued pacing. The buzzing and chirping of the outside world kept him awake. He looked out the window, squinting his eyes to see anything other than the blinding light of the streetlamp. Everything looked still, but it wasn't. Tourmaline felt it, and he could hear the flapping of wings. A small bird, making little coos and chirps, flew from it's tree to rest at the window, 'humming' it's bird-song. Tourmaline turned away from the window, flicking his tail at the bird to tell it off. The little bird pecked at the window, seemingly begging to be let in. Tourmaline ignored it, going back to his pacing. He began to hum one of his songs that he'd been working on for the past few days. It didn't take him long to notice the small, muffled echo of the song from outside the window. He turned to see the little bird still resting on the windowsill, chirping along to Tourmaline's melody. Although impressed by the little bird now, he turned away to his bed, climbing under the large covers and trying to cover his ears to help him sleep. Once again the bird chirped from outside the window, singing Tourmaline's song. The bird didn't know the entire song, of course, but it chirped what it knew. And Tourmaline hummed along. The humming helped him to tune out the other noises and distractions and he soon fell asleep. When he awoke, the bird was gone, but it returned later that night to once again hum it's song.






The Other Residents






'And the voices came again from outside of his door, this time bringing even more harming words; "Will he ever leave his room? Why does he stay in there? doesn't he have any friends? He should get a life."

Tourmaline didn't care for the other residents. He kept to himself. He didn't bother them. Why did they always take the time to come and insult him?

He didn't have any friends... but why did they point it out? Why did they bother? Tourmaline didn't understand them, and they didn't understand him. And he was fine with that.




The day that Tourmaline had arrived was a cold one. He hated it already. Somehow, it felt like he had just been sentenced to a life in prison. The snow crunched underfoot as Tourmaline approached the door. He took a second to compose himself as he opened the door, ready to begin his new life. Once the door was open, he was met by the faces of other children, old and young, who seemed just as cold towards him as the weather. A lady quickly scrambled forward, adjusting her glasses to look at the clipboard she held in her hand. "You must be Tourmaline then. Please, follow me and I'll show you around." She spoke cheerfully, smiling and beginning to head to another door. Tourmaline remained silent as he followed the woman, passing by the unfriendly faces of the other residents. They began to whisper once he had passed, forming little gossiping groups. He didn't let it bother him.

The last stop on the tour of Tourmaline's new residency was his room. He ignored his cheerful guide as she went on and on about the room. Once she was done talking, she smiled and walked away, telling him that he would get used to this place in no time and that it would be easy to make friends. It wasn't going to be, and he wasn't going to try. He sentenced himself to his room, daring only to leave when it was necessary. He hated it here. Although he kept to his room, writing his songs, the others still talked. They didn't just talk, though. They made sure that he could hear them. One of the few times he ventured out of his room, they pushed him back, insulting him to his face this time. {X} Only one voice ever spoke up for him. He didn't know who it belonged to, but it was almost his only solace that he could find in his miserable life.






Tourmaline's Parents




Tourmaline's father left when he was very little. He didn't care, but he knew his mother did, so he tried to comfort her. Tourmaline knew that his mother was already stressed from work, and now that she was taking care of him all by herself he worried that she wouldn't be able to handle her life anymore. Things continued this way for several years. Tourmaline's mother's health continued to deteriorate and Tourmaline tried to be as little of a burden as possible. He kept out of her way when she needed space, but he didn't realize that she was getting sicker by the day. Not too long after, she was rushed to the hospital and Tourmaline was sent to a home for children while his mother recovered. It's been several years since he has seen his mother now, although he has received updates from the hospital about her health.

[forgive!]

username: forgive
name: andy
gender: male

hermione granger
andy's always looked up to hermione granger, rather than harry, as he dislikes idolizing most main characters. andy thinks that hermione sets a great example; she's smart, reasonable and breaks the rules now and again only to help her friends and everyone else. andy feels oddly connected to hermione even though she isn't real, he's always felt like he's there with her when he reads the harry potter series over every couple years. hermione is the kind of person that andy would want as a real life friend because she could help him out and time spent with her wouldn't be wasted, they're both very studious and enjoy school and homework, and though hermione is most likely smarter than andy she's be accepting of him and would love to be his friend too.
hermione always seemed smart and quick under pressure and resolved problems that were big. she always had something up her sleeve when harry and ron were in trouble, and that's what andy loves the most about her. the polyjuice potion, the time-turner, you name it, she's helped with so many things! and along with helping the boys, hermione also helped andy get through things like being overwhelmed with work and school.
positive

sherlock holmes
sherlock, was of course, one of andy's most favoured book characters and still is to this day, and although andy dislikes looking up to main characters, he just can't resist sherlock's cheekiness and funny hat. he loves how sherlock is always up for a murder-mystery and can always solve anything- anything at all. even the hardest cases never get sherlock stumped and andy loves how sherlock enjoys doing his job, andy aspires to be as enthusiastic as sherlock about his job when he finally finds a desired career and gets a real job.
sherlock always knows so many things about people before meeting them and can greet them as if he already knows them; andy finds it hilarious how sherlock acts like that. andy has always been self conscious about his sense of humour, but sherlock helped him find one that fits and that he and his very few acquaintances seem to enjoy very much.
sherlock has also helped him find a talent; violin. andy is inspired by how great sherlock is at the beautiful instrument and wanted to learn how to play, and so h edid! he's still not the greatest but sherlock keeps on inspiring him to play.
positive

professor albus dumbledore
proffessor albus dumbledore has always been andy's favourite character, and even person, since he was nine years old. he absolutely aores how much of a great wizard dumbledore is, and how he treats his students; just like they were his close friends. he was such a wise wizard and gave great knowledge and advice to harry as he grew older- harry couldn't have done anything without him.
dumbledore treated everyone like they were mature and ready for whatever any grown adult was. he took harry on such great adventures and helped him so much, and that's what andy wished he had had as a mentor.
albus was very calm and prepared, even in the most terrifying moments. as he was about to get killed, instead of being scared and trying to run, he merely talked to the killer and was calm and collected about it. he was also selfless, he cared so much for harry, ron and hetmione that he was willing to die for them because he knew how important they were- and that is why andy loves the old and wise hogwarts headmaster so much.
positive

crookshanks
crookshanks is andy's feisty little fluffball. she's smart, angry, and ready to attack. most of the time andy dislikes crookshanks because of her angry personality and many bites she has given him, but she will sometimes come for a cuddle and that's when andy needs her the most. she knows when andy is feeling sad and will come and cheer him up with some nice purrs and a pleading face. in times where andy is angry he is most likely angry at crookshanks too, and that's when their relationship is the most negative, but andy will always secretly love his hissy little feline friend.
positive/negative

round one ; round two

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round one form
round two form

ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ ;
Downn

ｎａｍｅ ;
Marcus

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ;
Male

- - -

ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓｈｉｐｓ ;
"Relationships? W-well, let's see . . . "

Humble Beginnings
"I can't say I have too many relationships. Or that I've ever had many relations at all, really." Marcus shifts his weight uncomfortably. "But I have had a few."
"My mother was the first other kalon I ever knew. I don't remember much, but from what I gather, she was kind and loving to me. S-sometimes, if I concentrate, I can remember the sound of her voice... singing to me. A lullaby." Marcus's gaze wanders for a moment and he seems faraway. He seemed to be whispering words, perhaps lyrics, just under his breath. After a moment, he snaps back to reality. "I... I think her singing to me is what led to my love of music now."
"My memories of her are fuzzy, but I know that she held me close, and that she was warm. Well, until she wasn't anymore. Eventually, she just... g-grew colder. After that, the few memories I have are strange and broken. Somehow, though, I made my way to the orphanage."

Darkest Days
"A-after I was left alone, the orphanage became my only hope for a home. It was there that I became acquainted with another kalon who's influenced my life." Marcus sighed. "O-of course, I didn't have many friends. Like I said, I'm not much one for socializing. While there were many kits at the orphanage, I never really did form any sort of relationship with them."
"The only kalon there I did interact much with was the headmistress of the orphanage." Marcus gave an almost bittersweet smile. "She meant well, I'm sure she did. But she was strict, and quite straightforward with us children. And as a very sensitive child... I was afraid of her. I c-certainly didn't mean to break rules, but I was just a kit. I made mistakes. I feared the angry, loud scolding I knew I'd receive."
"B-but the most damaging impact she left on me required no yelling on her part at all. I hardly remember the scoldings all these years later. No... what has stuck with me now were five words, uttered in a soft tone, as she stared disapprovingly at the music score I had spent the past few days meticulously writing." Marcus shuddered involuntarily.
" 'You'll never amount to anything,' she had said."
"I know what she meant. She didn't want me obsessing over my music. She d-didn't think it was a worthy profession and thought I was wasting my time. But that can never excuse what she said."

A Promising Future
"N-now, of course, I'm out of the orphanage. I aged out of the system. I managed to gather enough money to pay for my apartment's rent, and I've found a 9-to-5 job to make ends meet." Marcus let his gaze fall to the floor again. "I want to pursue music, I r-really do. But I doubt anyone would want to hear what I make, anyway." A touch of bitterness tinged his voice.
"Well... except maybe Tux. He always wants to hear my songs. L-like I said before, Tux is my cat. Tux is short for Tuxedo, 'cause he's black and white and he looks like he's got a little suit and tie, see?" A soft smile played across Marcus's face once again. "I found him, all alone. He was just a kitten then. I looked, but I could find his mom or siblings or anything anywhere. If I'm being honest... I t-think he reminded me of myself." Marcus gave a sheepish grin. "So I took him home and did my best to take care of him. And now, well... I think he's found his home. Our relationship seems kinda boring, I guess; I mean, he is a cat. But sometimes... sometimes I feel like he's really listening. I think he makes me stronger just by being there."
"Tux is kinda the only friend I've got right now... but that's alright. A-after all, I'm not really one for relationships, anyway."

[clouds-move-on]

Form is up on the post!
Sorry, I forgot it. cx

[NE0N-UMBR30N]

Username:viixen
Name:Demitris
Gender:female
- - -
Relationships:





Minzi
((MEEN-zee) Defender; protector.)

Minzi is a now two year old African wild dog that Demit found abandoned when he was a baby.Whether his parents had just purposely left him or died,no one knew.But Demit was not about to leave the poor tiny thing alone to possibly get attacked by something.She took the tiny pup home,but he was in bad shape.Not many others thought he would make it,so they opted not to try.But not Demit.She saw something in him that was worth saving.Demit stayed up with the tiny thing for three days straight after doing the best she could to heal him. Unfortunately,the fourth morning her body could take no more and she passed out and slept.She woke up in pure panic,scared that something bad would have happened to the small pup--only to surprisingly find him okay and well.He wasn't running around or anything,but he did bound softly over to her and lick her cheek a bit.

Long story short,even after he got better and she was going to let him go so he could live free,he came back.Every time and would whine at her and follow her around.After many failed attempts ending like this,Demit sort of gave up trying.He clearly wanted to stay and she was more than happy to keep him around.He grew fast,and always seemed to be by her side.He was very defensive of her,and she eventually gave him the name Minzi,because he was her protector and defender from anything or anyone that tried to harm her.

Despite how sweet and loving and protective Minzi is,he also gets Demit in the most trouble.He seems to always run after animals that can hurt him or sticking his nose where it doesn't belong.He's gotten slightly better as an adult,but he still seems to be the reason for Demit getting hurt and scrapped up.Most of her healing is spent mending to cuts and bruises she gets from falling or trying to get the tiny brat out of trouble.At the days end however,all is well.She never stays mad at him....for long.






Zo
((Zuh-o) spiritual leader)
Of course with her being so connected to spirits and such,there is one certain ancestor seems to be her biggest guidance.The sister of her mother,who passed before Demit was even born.Zo is the spirit that Demit connects with most often,and she guides her niece as best she can.She's never steered young Demit wrong,and always tries to put up options for the girl,while hinting at what should be right.Though her aunt is a firm believer in following what your heart thinks is right and never letting anyone push you to accept what they want.

She is a big part of the reason Demit is the way she is.Zo is hotheaded sometimes and occasionally allows her emotions to get the better of her,she tries her hardest not to let her emotions control how she teaches Demit right from wrong and how to choose the right thing.Sometimes she messes up,but for the most part she handles them and loves not only helping her niece through tough times,but telling her about how she and Demit's mother used to be as children.



Optional Extra:
at the top!<3
Part 1 Form:boop
Part 2 Form:boop

[avaloafe]

congrats to all whom made it to round three !
I am so depressed ew.

congrats you lot..
same. today is not my day for anything.

[wajas]

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xxUsername:
xxwajas
xxx
xxName:
xxSaharah
xxx
xxGender:
xxfemale
xxx
xxRelationships:
xxx❯ Michaél Gerard
xxx❯ Alfie
xxx❯ Hailey
xxxPart 1 Form: p.1!
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The Giver. Michaél took Saharah under his wing at the start of her bartending career; he introduced her to her favorite passion, helped her grow comfortable in her own skin, and provided plenty of wonderful memories for her to look back on. He's the most influential person that she's met thus far. Michaél shaped her career to be what it is today; certainly she can at least thank him?

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The thinker. Alfie's quiet nature brought Saharah to a halt. She had never met someone so in tune with their self, especially of the opposite gender! After the awkward introduction at the town's small game shop, and numerous texts, the two finally established their soft-spoken friendship. Saharah goes to Alfie when she needs a clear mind to help her with relationship, job, and family issues. Even though they had a rocky start, consisting of flustered bickering, gaping silences, and day-long disputes, Alfie's perhaps the closest thing she has to a brother. Saharah knows, no matter what, the gamer's door is always open. All she has to do is knock.

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The go-getter. Saharah, back in her unruly teens, met Hailey at the high school 'movie critic' club. The club was a group of nonchalant teens who spent all of lunch watching whatever movies they want; they got a free excuse to do what they please. Hailey and Saharah stuck to one another, especially when it came to weekend retreats. From many dares (some of which had an officer escort home), the duo fueled their teenage bodies with hype. It always starts with a good game of truth or dare. Later on, there's more dangerous dares, like the time when Saharah hopped the fence in a neighbor's emu-ridden yard. She was sixteen, and certainly learned her lesson!
Despite their risky influence on one another, the pair mellowed out in their adulthood. Saharah settles with dares like singing the alphabet, imitating animals, and poking her coworkers. If she's learned anything, and I mean anything, from Hailey, it's that opportunities aren't waiting for you to come on by; you need to tackle them!

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A person's closest friend is themselves,
and Saharah is no exception to this.
After a day of working at the parlor
and hanging with friends, Saharah
spends the remainder of her evening
walking along the blood-orange bluffs
of the desert. She takes her time
reflecting about herself, the day's
events, and her friends, working
herself up or calming herself down.
By her lonesome, Saharah morphs
into a rather contemplative
individual. She absorbs the calm
energy of her surroundings,
allowing it to assess her emotions.
Regardless of her environment,
Saharah relies on where ever
she is to regulate her emotions.
When she's with friends, or
in public, she rejuvenates
through the numerous
laughs she shares with coworkers
and acquaintances.

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[Kaitlynizer]

Username: Kaitlynizer
Name: Babylon
Gender: Female
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Relationships:
Mother -
side art
"I love you momma"
Babylon loves her mother, very, very much. As a young kalon, Babylon clung to
her mother's side, attentively listening to stories. Her mother acted as a beacon
of light, admiration, and role model for Babylon - challenging her to not be
afraid to try, to not be afraid at all.

Sebastian -
side art
"What happened after you fell?"

"I was hurt. All I could see was black...
When I woke up I was in a cave. The first sound I heard was the dripping of water,
falling to the floor. And then I heard the soft thudding sound of footsteps"

"Still scary" the tan kalon whined.

"I thought so too. And then I saw a brown kalon, speckled with shades of darker
brown and white. They had a blue shine, and their eyes reflected brightly off of
the pools of water in the cave. I could see them make their way over to me, I
wanted to run, but I couldn't move my body - the pain was too much.
"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you" was what I heard as they approached.
and then "Found you on the cliff... You must have fallen and landed on another
ledge. Very lucky.. a few more feet and you would be dead. I put some salve on
the cuts and bruises, but I wouldn't move for a while. You might have broken
some ribs"

I heaved a sigh of relief at the words, whimpering in reaction to my motion.

"Thirsty"

He fetched me water. Cared for me till I was well enough to move. He told me his
name was Sebastian. And then we traveled back to you"

Babylon's relationship with Sebastian is based around jealousy and affection.
She often feels jealous of how close of a friend he has become to her mother,
but is also incredibly grateful that he saved her mom. She accepts his presence,
and likes his humor, but dislikes how he takes the attention of her mother away
from her. Sebastian (when jealous she'll interrupt the conversation and tries to get
him to sit away from her mom. When she was younger she would nip at his tail, only
to dart back the second he snapped at her, meekly returning to the corner of the
den) and doesn't appreciate this, so their relationship has become complex. Its the
kind of relationship that is both positive, as Babylon is thankful that he saved her
mom, and negative, as Babylon is the kind of kalon who needs encouragement and
love in order to feel satisfied and happy - especially from her mom - and feels that
he is taking her away from her. As she gets older she'll realize that this isn't the case,
and the two will become friends.

Ant -
side art
"Sometimes a best friend can be found in a cactus"
Babylon affectionately calls her cactus "Ant" because it's so small, but it really is her
best friend. Babylon shares all of her secrets with them, feeling comforted knowing that
they won't ever tell the secrets to someone else, and likes holding it (in it's pot, of course)
in her arms as she listens to one of her mother's stories while Sebastian sits nearby.
Surprisingly, Ant wasn't a gift from her mom - instead, from Sebastian - who found the plant
as he helped her mother return to her all those years ago. Ant's become Babylon's
ally. Someone for her to rant to, talk to, and trust - even if it's a bit odd that this person
is a cactus. Nevertheless, Babylon loves Ant.

Optional Extra:
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