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Name;;Kin Hōhō
Gender-Male
Oriental/Asian Inspired Music-Samurai March
Height-5,11'
Weight-140 lb
Rank-Royal Prince
Tribe-Saigo no tsuki
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Story
My hand laid rest atop the sleek redwood boat, as it drifted across the ever flowing river. The smell of the freshly dampened woods brought back memories, how I came here, how I lived, how I died. The look upon my now grinning face slowly disappeared as I reached the slick dock. I wished that I could live upon these graceful currents till the end of time, but alas, I had a duty. As the boat neared the end of my trip, I began to grab the old and tattered ropes and threw it on to the dock, the sound elapsed with a hollow boom. A faint sigh escaped me as a slowly got out of the boat and tied it off, reaching for my bag and sword. I gave the boat a goodbye, in case of another disappearance. The crunch of the gravel greeted me to the existing journey that I had to start. The fog gave way to a small twisty forest, to which I could only see the brown bark of the out side of the silent forest. A determined huff rained from me as I reached for a damped cloth map. The light began to slowly die down, as the stars started to break the pink and blue sky. All I could see was my feet, and the trees in front of me. But traveling down this road many times caused me to be able to find my path without looking. A right at the twist, a left at the dead log, straight. The woods became my home, even if I hadn't recognized it, it greeted me with a cold breeze. As night creeped towards me, it's hands wrapping around the woods, signaling to me that it's time to go. I grabbed my pale white ball and lit the candle in it, make it glow ever so gently, but enough to make it to were I could see in the pitch blackness. The light from my candle barely covered the now burning stars. The like twinkles and flickers of each of them calmed me down. As I returned my neck to it's natural state, I could see man made stars littering the bottom of the valley. Each of them blowing and twinkling in the breeze, the beautiful orange glow it gave off. "Home" I though, smiling gently as I thought about my room. The carpets where soft and plush, with the faint smell of blossoms, my walls where littered with the pictures of the world and people, drawn by multiple people. Not to mention the wooden toys and trinkets that where laid where ever there was room. My window, it had so many creaks and shrieks, that it made it impossible to leave. I smirked at the though of it, How I could smell the chefs cooking their wondrous meals for the next meeting. The sweet and warm pastries that I would sneak out. "Sneak... out" The smile from my face left as fast as it came."Leave" My brain holding back hard memories. I huffed, reminding that it was for the best. I waited as the night died down and the faint red lights to go out, signaling that the Ghost of Kin should start his night. The hills felt long, as they began to get steeper and steeper. I made my way to a small creek, the water ever-running even if the world has gone to bed. I crept towards a large boulder, engraved with many charms, blessings, and quotes from elders. The miniature mountain protected a grave. An empty one at that. The golden plate, riddled with coins, flowers, and food, read a beautiful poem, that tugged at my heart strings
Here Lies Kin Hōhō

The boat creak and croaked
His last moments where just a dance
As the ocean watched below

"My dad wrote that" I thought, before grabbing the coins and food, and putting them into my bag. Laying down a small boat, carved from wood found from a shipwreck. "I'm sorry dad" I croaked, holding back tears. I stood there for a while thinking about him. "His face, when he found my boat." I whispered, holding back tears. It's been months since I been able to cry, I've been living so quietly, never really been able to take in what it said. "M-my dads f-f-face, w-why did I s-stay in that god-forsaken tree!" I wailed, lashing out at the gold plate as I threw my fist down in anger and sadness. Tears streamed down my face as I laid there in a crumbled ball, yelling at myself. "Y-YOU I-IDIOT!" I screamed, tears burning my face as I cried on my own grave. "H-HOW COULD Y-YOU! HE W-WAS YOUR DAD! He w-w-was your d-dad! He..Was..Your..dad.." I slowly settled down, hugging my knees and sobbing quietly on the cold plated headstone. I rose out of my weakened pose, sniffling and looking up at the tree-

line, before washing my self off in the chilly waters. A light sniffle came from my nose, as I wiped away the freezing creek water from my steaming face. The forest around me became still, calming me down with the sound of dancing leaves in the wind. My hand reached down and touched the leather-handle wrapped blade, reminding me that I had to keep going, before the farmers rose to pay their dues before they went into the fields or barns to work. I tried to rise with great strength, in hopes that I could prove to myself that my decision to leave my father in a crumbled mess was the best one, even if my heart said otherwise...
My bag sat next to the boulder, as if it was watching me breakdown in front of "me". I picked it up as my legs slowly regained their energy after the episode. Sure I feel in to depressions a lot, and cried sometimes when I came here but not like that. I mean everyone should get a little upset when seeing their own grave right? Shouldn't everyone cry like that when witnessing and going through that right? I tried to reassure my self, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this was the wrong decision. Like I had overreacted. How could you overreact to that! I gritted my teeth as the thought of it tried to claw it's way into my head. First the tear attack, now this! The cold-hearted decision raced into my head. I couldn't push it back like I usually do. I heard faint sound of swords hitting each other crashed into my head. I couldn't do anything about it but, go with it.
Clank
Screech
A huff of determination came from my mouth, as I picked my heavy blade up once again, staring into the endless eyes of my opponent. His eyes locking with mine as we both regained our energy. Our tattered and torn bodies where both struggling to stay up, in hope one of us will fall.
"Why *Huff* Won't you *huff* give up?!" I screamed, letting the cool winter breeze cool me.
"Me? Give up? Ha! You must be*huff* joking?" he said, his English accent reliving his tiredness and pain.
"You know you can no longer stand another fight, our becoming to old for rule, let the Saigo no tsuki take over you pig-headed brat." I spat out, chuckling as his face became red and stren.
"How whould you know about rule?! After you father passes, it will be you to rule! I will not allow my family and my home to be ravaged by you child-like cruelty." He said, wiping the sweat out off of his forehead.
I looked at him in complete corrupt anger, How dare he talks to me like that! I am a Prince! And a fine ruler at that!.
"You English men are all the same, full of yourself." I teased, tightening the grip on my Wakizashi as I prepared to launch myself at the snot-nosed prince.
"No matter if you don't believe me, you will be the fall of your great land, and shall have your people perish. Your violet and childish ways are your down fall." He said, gripping the heavy longsword as he backed up at the sight of my bared teeth.
"You don't know anything about me! I am a great ruler like my father and his father before him!" I shouted, my cheeks red with rage
"You are a disgrace! You only think for yourself! Look at you comparing yourself to the great men that you call yourself, when all you are is a child, a lonely child you wants dada's attention." he said, mocking me as I clenched my Wakizashi, my knuckles turning white
"Not to mention what your mother would think."

Oh, you did not just go there
"Don't. You ever talk about my mother!" I screamed, lashing out in rage towards the once calm knight. His eyes bulged as I leaped onto him, swinging my Wakizashi toward his head, only to have it stopped by his Long-sword, pushing me off and onto the ground. I managed to regain my focus before he was able to strike me with his sword, trapping it in the permafrost ground. I hobbled back up regaining my leverage and striking him in the stomach, sending him keeling over. As I looked onto the sad, and tattered body, I reached for my Wakizashi, only to have him grab my ankles and pull me down to his level, where he head-locked and proceeded to tie my body down with his legs
"You sick a twisted child! You'll tear this world apart! There cannot be peace with a madman running it!" He screamed into my ear as I attempted to fight back, only to have the grip on my neck grow tighter.
"N-no-- I w-will take m-my p-p-place on th-e thron-" I was stopped short as he tightened his grip.
"Your rightful place with rightfully ruin the world. Why can't you see that!?" He proceeded to tighten the grip on my throat, slowly allowing me to 'calm' down. As my body grew limp I could see my father, his eyes blood-shot as he yelled at me, I could hear nothing , but I could feel it. I could feel his sorrow and his anger towards me. I could feel his hatred. I could feel him say "You are not my son.". My breath returned to me suddenly and painfully. I was mad, but I was sad. No I was furious! Furious at what? The fact that it was the truth? The fact that he was Right? My eyes focused on a Knight in shining armor as he stood over my beaten, torn, and mangled body. His hand on my chest as I laid there in pain. I looked into his eyes and began to tear up that lead to a sob. My worn and broken body began to curl up onto the cold floor, I didn't want to face the truth. I wanted to believe I was the next King of the Lost Moon. I wanted to see my father proud. I wanted to see my father. The Knight laid his hand on my shoulder, pulling me towards him, holding my vulnerable state into his arms as he attempted to comfort me.
" I-I m-m So-r-ry" I whispered, clenching my teeth and frantically breathing. We sat there for what seemed like hours before he opened his mouth.
"Kin, promise me this."
"Y-yes?"
"Don't go home." His deep grey eyes stared into mine, giving me chills down my back as the info set in
"W-what-"
"Don't go home. If you love your home, your father, or your life, you will run."
My heart must have slowed down time as I thought of leaving. Please no! I can change! I can chan-
"For the sake of the world, don't go home" His breath let out a shakey sigh as he saw tears begin to form in my eyes
"Don't cry you wuss. I will make you a deal, to seal the disappearance. I will allow you to see your father again, not to talk to him, but to just look at the last smiling face he will have." He said coldly, thinking for his people, not knowing about the damage he had caused on me.
I shuddered at the thought and opened my mouth to oppose it, but was shut when a long-sword met up with my nose
"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you"
My face became blank and cold, as my tears that once rolled freely down my pale face stopped. The English mans face showed no mercy as it slowly creeped closer towards my nose, to the point of touching it.
"Y-Yes"
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The ocean soon began to die down as I neared the dock, listening to the sounds of the seaside town rain on. People giggling, the sound of baskets being hauled around, and the clanking of boats next to the docks. The last time.
I saw my boat lurching in the ocean, the small oak boat, riddled with markings, sword cuts, and paint splotches. Now's the time.. I looked at the incoming boat in both anticipation, and sadness. The last time I could see my father smile. A small cherry tree hugged the coast line, and provided me with a hiding spot. As the fog cleared around the dock, I saw an old approach the wet, and cracked dock, watching closely as he saw a small dot near into the town. His arm extended upwards, with a beaming smile on his face ,waving towards the boat. The boat grew closer and closer, reliving a figure with long hair, waving back. Hey, dad, I guess this is bye. I'm sorry I couldn't be a better son.My eyes quickly filled with tears as I thought about what was destined to happen. My father stood out from the rest of the people, dressed in silk and fine clothes, yet he never thought of himself as different, he would go out, talk among the people, drink and eat in the restaurants, he loved his people and trusted them. What will he do now? Will he hide himself, like he did when mom-. I stopped myself from thinking about her. Her soothing yet croaky voice, and her salt kissed hair, her wonderful stories of warriors and and the sea, or her strange yet oddly tasty ways to make tea. Her smile, took my dads smile when he left. Every time I look at him, and see him smile, I think about the years after my moms death, when he did nothing but stand there with a stone cold face. I'm so sorry...
The boat began to close into the dock, my father could make out my bright green drapes that laid gently on my 'body'. He bright and gleaming smile beamed across his face, as others looked upon the boat coming in and grinned, thinking about the festivals that where to come. The sea began to steady as the river lead closer to the town. My father smiling and waving at a decoy. As happy as can be.
Bang
A shot ran across the town with a loud crack, echoing off of the buildings and hills. The body in the boat went limp, falling into the dark and black waters that lied underneath him. The crack was followed by a scream from the natives as they attempted to collect what happened. Their eyes slowly began to gather on the empty boat, and the once joyful king who lowed his hand, falling onto the ground in an act of sadness, he hands covering his once proud and strong face, only to show sorrowfulness, and loneliness.
"M-my boy.....KIN!" He wailed, tucking himself into his body, as he continued shaking and sobbing. The towns people looked on in terror and mourned the death of the Prince, watching helplessly as the king continued to mourn his lost child. I watched in horror as my boat slowly made it way to the dock, hitting the shallow dock with a thud. "D-da-ad" I whispered, as tears crept out of eyes, covering my face. The sight of my fathers broken and depressed body began to fill me with tears to the point that I wanted to scream. But I couldn't. I couldn't risk my fathers life, I couldn't risk my peoples life, I just couldn't. So I sat there, alone, in the cherry tree, as I watched my father breakdown in tears. The people of the town rose up and began to slowly make their way to the king, looking at him in both sympathy and horror. Their life's depended on him for well-being, their families, and their protection, yet here lies the man who his reputation tells people that he has won many wars, crying in agony as the last of his family was killed before his eyes. He shakes rattled his body, before the Manger of the Fishing market came to his rescue, holding him in his arms as he contined sobbing.
"I am sorry, my king." He stated, holding on to the king tighter.
I watched in fear as he English man pushed my shoulder ,reassuring me that it was best to leave, but I didn't. I sat there, as long as I could, and continuend to watch my father. Staring at him as a held back my want to go and run into his large and squishy arms. Before I could get an opinion on the matter, a large arm reached around my waist and pulled my small and thin body out of the tree, laying me softly on the ground.
"Time to go." He said softly, watching the water works of the King go down. But I didn't fight back, more move, or feel. I looked up to the brunette knight and walked off into the forest. Only to have my trek stopped by a hand
"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice worried as he hoped I wouldn't ruin the plan.
"Leaving, forever." I said blandly looking into his dark brown eyes. I flicked his hand of my shoulder and kept walking. Before I reached the tree line I snapped my head back, turning to his warm eyes.
"Before I go, I never in all of the years we have known each other, gotten our name." I stated, smiling as I thought about the strange occurnce
He chuckled, thinking about how he'd never acctually stated his proud name.
"Sir Jabel of Mockingrom." Jabel said, with a happy tone to it.
"Jabel..." I said, repeating the word in my memory. "Thank you Jabel" I said
"For what?"
"For freeing me, for giving me new hope that I will live on, for...." I stopped, thinking about the pain he as already gave me.
"Hhmp, well, I guess this is a last goodbye old chap. Goodbye fighting partner, may you rise again."
I snickered at the statement, giving Jabel the last goodbye he shall hear from me.
"Goodbye Jabel. Take care of my Father." I said, rising up and walking out into the forest. As Jabel watched as I left, sighing with both relief and grief. He looked behind him across the small river to see the town who gathered at the edge of the pier holding candles and their crying loved ones.
Jabel sighed as the began his trek back to his boat, while I began my trek to find a new meaning. How long will it take?
I don't know
How hard will it be?
Beats me
All I know is the world is safer without a madman holding the keys. But now that madman is gone, only following the breeze.
Note: Jabel, the King, and the Fishing Market manger are not actual Kalons!
Also JabelxKin is an otp to a friendio help

[fūi]

ending this saturday !! uvu little headsup !

[fūi]

Ending tonight ! C:

[WanSham]

Good Luck!

[Anza]

good luck everyone ^^
Hehe love this babe so much! Hope she gets a good home!

[WolfwithWings38]

Good luck guys!

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Loyal - Friendly - Honest - Modest - Protective

If you meet Orube now, you wouldn't have recognized
her from who she was before. Once a girl who would
do anything to achieve her goals, she would disregard
others, and act selfishly. Now she's a calm and
quite Kalon who thinks before she speaks and acts.
It takes time to get to know her, because although
she makes it her goal to be friendly she often feels
alienated from 'regular' Kalons due to her troubled
background. She is a true samuraii which is shown in
her fierce loyalty which drive her ambition to become a
wiser and stronger warrior. Honest and kind, she's a
girl you can depend on although, honestly, she often
finds herself lost in her own head full of philosophical
thoughts about the world.

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➛ Name :: Orube
➛ Nicknames :: The Lady
➛ Gender :: Female
➛ Relationship Status :: Single

➛ Oriental/Asian Inspired Music :: X
➛ Age :: 21 years old
➛ Birthday :: June 4
➛ Birth Location :: Unknown city
➛ Chinese Zodiac :: Gemini

➛ Nationality :: Mixed
➛ Currently located :: Mountain temple
➛ Accent :: Japaneses
➛ Language :: Japanese and English

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"Helping others is the best way
to make up for your mistakes"
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As a women who was born with nothing more but her own fur to call hers, Orube was forced to do what she had to in order to survive. Being manipulative, cunning & quick-witted, Orube made her money as a cat burglar and a pick-pocket. Small, athletic, and cute as she was it didn't take long for her skills to be noticed by a criminal mastermind that used her to make himself rich. By his side, Orube developed darker traits of her characters such as doing anything to achieve her goals, disregarding others, being selfish, and blindly following others because of her inability to make her own decisions.

After years of 'taking care' of Orube, while sending her on risky operations that could have ended badly for her, he had solidified her trust in him. Orube couldn't stop being loyal to a man that neither deserved nor earned her respect. After years of serving at his side, he sent her to invade the temple of Master Zang and steal his amulet of the dragons. This backfired, as Master Zang saw great potential in Orube and took her under his wing. Taught by Master Zang and his student Anza, she learned loyalty, self sacrifice, justice, sense of shame, refined manners, purity, modesty, frugality, martial spirit, honor and affection. All which taught her to be a warrior; a true samuraii.

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Orube looked up at the burning sunlight that hit her face. She squinted her eyes as they adjusted. "Master. You can not be serious!" The voice was loud and seemed to be very angry. "You'd do well to keep your mouth shut and do as your told." Responded a voice calmly and evenly. Finally her eyes seemed to have come to focus on two figures that loomed above her. The angry voice clearly belonged to the creature with a scowl; a sand cat with the stripes of a tiger and a pale muzzle. The patient voice belonged to the creature next to her; a wise looking dragon that looked as though many years of pain had worn away his youth. "Hello child." He faced Orube and extended out his paw to help her up. Surprised at the kind gesture, Orube took his paw and stood. The small cat looked as though she was about to hiss.
"Child. Where are you from?" The dragon asked as he lifted Orube out of the pit that she had fallen into as she tried to break in last night. As she was lifted out of the dark, Orube looked around the palace. Gardens surrounded it, tall treas wherever she looked and flowers bloomed with every color she could imagine. "I'm from the city...my master is expecting me back soon..." Orube managed to get out before bowing head with fear. "That man has no right to call himself your master. What has he sent you to do? Rob and steal for him. A good teacher is meant to show you the true path in life, only then can you chose to call him your master." Orube raised her head and skid her eyes to look over at the sand cat. "But she called you her master..."
The cat spat angrily "Because I respect him. Because he has taught me everything that I know. What has the man your loyal to taught you? How to get what you want by hurting others? How to be selfish? How to be vile?"
"Anza. That's enough!" The dragon flashed his eyes making the cat shrink back a bit. He turned to Orube and spoke.
"We have decided to invite you to stay at the palace with us. We wish to teach you. Unless, of course, you prefer the teachings of your 'master' back at the city."
"Its your choice." Anza added although she didn't look to pleased at the suggestion that the dragon was making.
Orube felt as though she had approached a crossroad in life. But unlike the decisions that she had trouble making in the past, this one seemed clear. Bowing her head Orube answered:
"Thank you. I accept your generous proposal, teacher."

all art is mine the beautiful butterfly/flower divider above isn't

my promise
If I'm lucky enough to call this beautiful, dream Kalon my own I will never abandon her or let her collect dust. She will be loved and used in many stories as well as featured in many art pieces.

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congratulation Anza !!you have won kalon 466 ! c:
WanSham will be receiving a RU !! and WolfwithWings38 will be getting an HM !
Thank you everybody uvu

[WanSham]

Aaa congrats! Feel free to keep my art!

[WolfwithWings38]

OMG Congrats guys and thank you so much for the HM!