Name; Oria
Gender; Female
Sexuality; Bisexual
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As any other day, the clouds overcast, the rain formed soft puddles on the streets of some town she didn't bother to recall. She supposed the name didn't ever matter to her. That day all was silent, no Kalons in sight no matter where you set your gaze, but she would've felt alone anyways even if there was a party and a parade and magnificent animals of grace.
Ah she quite recalled the days when she so yearned to be the Kalon she was now, so high and able to do practically anything worth doing. Yet she herself didn't see what she really wanted, it was a common trend among everyone and everything. Oh, just look at the things you'll do once you have everything, just the places you'll go! But as she did the things she wanted, she didn't get happier. She didn't feel the satisfaction associated with being on top, having the most money and jewels.
And yet, she, so arrogantly, tells everyone and herself that she is indeed satisfied! That your wounds of age would heal once you be the very best! Laughable. Only the withdrawn Kalons know of the truth.
Whenever she did recall how she got so wealthy, all she remembered was a blank Kalon's face, sometimes a little tiny kid, sometimes a family, sometimes just the normal working soul. And then she was flooded with the phrase of "like taking candy from a baby" in which she smirked a bit half-heartedly.
After all, she could not be mindful of why she was in this nameless town, nor why she saw a faceless Kalon padding towards her, its feet making soft ripples in the rain puddles. She adjusted her yellow umbrella uncomfortably, like a shield in battle.
Its voice was of a kid's, so she assumed so. Its mouth opened, and the words "hello, I'm ____" left it. The name always departed and flew away, and she allowed it. Hell, she welcomed it to. Go right ahead.
"Do you have any ____?" it questioned. Smiling gently, Oria replied with, "I have everything sweetheart. Anything my heart desires, I could buy."
But that wasn't the question, it seemed. The faceless Kalon slowly shook its head and frowned. "No, I mean ____"
Oria sneered. "Didn't I just say, I could buy anything I wanted."
"That isn't it. You're not listening!" it growled. Her ears pinned to the back of her head and she narrowed her eyes at the strange Kalon.
"Then what is it?" she finally showed interest.
"Family."
"Of course I do, who wouldn't have family!" she laughed loudly. There was a long pause, the Kalon gaining a face slowly.
"Are you happy?" the Kalon inquired after a while.
"Happy, of all the foolish things of the world! Someone like me has to be happy!" she dismissed its remark with a chuckle.
"But are you, really? You don't seem like you are... I see it."
"Well, you're wrong. I am as happy as I could be, now I'm leaving, good day," her gaze dropped slowly and she fled from the many questions, the eyes that formed and burned into the back of her head as she walked away, the yellow umbrella she held dear slowly swaying. And that mysterious Kalon let her go.
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Personality; Oria is very uncomfortable with other Kalons, as she uses her accessories and overall items to shield herself from others, as shown above when she adjusted her umbrella when the Kalon approached. She is insecure and cannot approach her own feelings, though she does hide this well by putting on a smile and a laugh and a little flirting or pet name calling. If something bothers her, she often forgets it, and other Kalons bother her because all she could remember is stealing and exploiting others, yet she is not brave enough to accept what she did to be wealthy due to fear of prosecution and even more backlash from others. And she is very lonely due to the fear of getting caught or being judged by others. Oh the things she would give to have a family and just make her problems go away, but she cannot move on because she blames herself and is regretful of her situation.
She also is a bit alcoholic, depending on the days and amount of stress going on in her head. Although, sometimes she tries to get better with coffee instead. Oria wants to get better from the alcohol especially because she knew that her past love interest wouldn't approve of any alcoholic beverages, even in low quantity.
How she became wealthy; Oria was originally a model, using her body to make money, and over time she was loved by many. And so she hatched a plan to exploit others' desires even more and was in time stealing credit cards and bank information, anything of great value. She knew she was never going to be caught because every little girl looks up to her, why would they dare to throw her in a prison? And let's just say that everyone could be paid off, especially those pesky cops. Soon enough, she, still modelling and stealing and exploiting the fantasies of her fans simultaneously, became rich and almost untouchable by the law.
When she was just a model and wasn't exploiting others, she was very loved and she especially liked to surprise her fans with real life appearances. Oria used to be satisfied with her situation, but her money didn't last forever and she herself was taken advantage of financially and stolen from, so she figured if they could do it why can't she.
She used to have a love interest but she did not wish for them to be harmed or blamed or heartbroken if she ever got caught stealing, so she cut ties with them and almost everyone else in her life and somewhat vanished aside from working.
Her five golden rings; Her four bracelets represent each member of her family she left, her fathers, her grandmother, and her little brother. Her collar represents her past love interest. The strings represent the weight on her from leaving them and the regret and shame associated with stealing.
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-In the far future-
*knock knock knock*
Oria opened her eyes and rubbed her head, having passed out on the luxurious couch of her pristine home, or well, an alien ground. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't feel totally safe in this place, so it wasn't truly a home. Was there a home for her? She remembered what was and shook her head to herself and thought, "No, it must be this way." Then, she got up, donning her sacred jewelry, and head to the door, but stood there listening to the sounds behind it. She gained enough courage to finally pull it open and was greeted with a police uniform.
Fear was apparent in her eyes, but she blinked and it was replaced with that fake friendliness she welcomed. "May I help you?" she asked slyly.
The peculiar police officer eyed her house on the inside and replied, "There have been rumors of thievery and complaints of missing cash, may I step inside to look around?"
"Sure, fine," Oria said quickly and let her in, the door softly shutting behind them. It seemed it would be wise to let her in, considering if she didn't it'd be suspicious and also prolonging the inevitable, as she'll just come back with a warrant. Avoiding the cop's gaze, she questioned, "May I offer you a cup of coffee? It's really early in the morning."
As she was inspecting the drawers of a bureau, the cop slightly turned her head, smiled, and carefully said, "I already had my share. If I had any more I'd be really shaky."
Chuckling slightly, Oria tried to act naturally (or their type of "natural"), but fear was eating away at her. Police have come for her multiple times, and this was no different, but what if they actually find something to charge her with?
She gained her composure and took a sip of her own coffee and decided against following the officer into the room she was heading. Whenever she's seen a cop, they've been nothing but bad news, even when she was a little kid. From telling bad news to causing it, she never knew how could so many like cops, as a role model even?
After a while of silence, the cop reemerged from the dark hallway she vanished down. "Nothing to see here, officer, I would never steal," Oria concluded. But the cop just shook her head.
"I need to take you into custody, but I can't. I saw it," she addressed.
The golden Kalon's eyes widened, but she replied with, "What do you mean, it?"
"I saw the bank documents and withdrawals and the stolen jewelry, but I also saw something else. I saw the deposits, I saw the notes from your fans on the walls, I saw the picture of a Kalon and an aged love letter. I saw a family photo, all there. You surely don't plan on doing this forever, do you? This isn't a life worth living, it's apparent."
Oria looked down and adjusted her necklace, her vision getting blurry from the sudden tears in her eyes. "I do not know what you mean," she lied aggressively.
"Please don't lie to yourself. You know what I'm talking about, and I know your history. I propose to give you a chance, but only one chance you'll get. And I know everyone could get better because I did, okay?"
"I doubt you, of all Kalons out there, would give me a chance! I'm the robber and you're the cop! So just don't act like you are an exception."
"You're wrong in that because not all cops are out to just judge and enforce their agenda. Now you have a choice. Get arrested and prosecuted or make it up to all the Kalons you've stolen from, and never steal again. Then this will all go away. I'm only asking once."
Wiping her face slowly, she muttered, "I guess I only have one choice, then."
---
My babu Makatza was the cop in the ending writing piece, and also separate it in your mind from the other one because many years have passed since that incident, like ten or so. And since then she's changed a little in the sense that she accepts what she did and her family and friends a bit more but not quite totally. She, of course, regrets everything about it.
Gender; Female
Sexuality; Bisexual
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As any other day, the clouds overcast, the rain formed soft puddles on the streets of some town she didn't bother to recall. She supposed the name didn't ever matter to her. That day all was silent, no Kalons in sight no matter where you set your gaze, but she would've felt alone anyways even if there was a party and a parade and magnificent animals of grace.
Ah she quite recalled the days when she so yearned to be the Kalon she was now, so high and able to do practically anything worth doing. Yet she herself didn't see what she really wanted, it was a common trend among everyone and everything. Oh, just look at the things you'll do once you have everything, just the places you'll go! But as she did the things she wanted, she didn't get happier. She didn't feel the satisfaction associated with being on top, having the most money and jewels.
And yet, she, so arrogantly, tells everyone and herself that she is indeed satisfied! That your wounds of age would heal once you be the very best! Laughable. Only the withdrawn Kalons know of the truth.
Whenever she did recall how she got so wealthy, all she remembered was a blank Kalon's face, sometimes a little tiny kid, sometimes a family, sometimes just the normal working soul. And then she was flooded with the phrase of "like taking candy from a baby" in which she smirked a bit half-heartedly.
After all, she could not be mindful of why she was in this nameless town, nor why she saw a faceless Kalon padding towards her, its feet making soft ripples in the rain puddles. She adjusted her yellow umbrella uncomfortably, like a shield in battle.
Its voice was of a kid's, so she assumed so. Its mouth opened, and the words "hello, I'm ____" left it. The name always departed and flew away, and she allowed it. Hell, she welcomed it to. Go right ahead.
"Do you have any ____?" it questioned. Smiling gently, Oria replied with, "I have everything sweetheart. Anything my heart desires, I could buy."
But that wasn't the question, it seemed. The faceless Kalon slowly shook its head and frowned. "No, I mean ____"
Oria sneered. "Didn't I just say, I could buy anything I wanted."
"That isn't it. You're not listening!" it growled. Her ears pinned to the back of her head and she narrowed her eyes at the strange Kalon.
"Then what is it?" she finally showed interest.
"Family."
"Of course I do, who wouldn't have family!" she laughed loudly. There was a long pause, the Kalon gaining a face slowly.
"Are you happy?" the Kalon inquired after a while.
"Happy, of all the foolish things of the world! Someone like me has to be happy!" she dismissed its remark with a chuckle.
"But are you, really? You don't seem like you are... I see it."
"Well, you're wrong. I am as happy as I could be, now I'm leaving, good day," her gaze dropped slowly and she fled from the many questions, the eyes that formed and burned into the back of her head as she walked away, the yellow umbrella she held dear slowly swaying. And that mysterious Kalon let her go.
---
Personality; Oria is very uncomfortable with other Kalons, as she uses her accessories and overall items to shield herself from others, as shown above when she adjusted her umbrella when the Kalon approached. She is insecure and cannot approach her own feelings, though she does hide this well by putting on a smile and a laugh and a little flirting or pet name calling. If something bothers her, she often forgets it, and other Kalons bother her because all she could remember is stealing and exploiting others, yet she is not brave enough to accept what she did to be wealthy due to fear of prosecution and even more backlash from others. And she is very lonely due to the fear of getting caught or being judged by others. Oh the things she would give to have a family and just make her problems go away, but she cannot move on because she blames herself and is regretful of her situation.
She also is a bit alcoholic, depending on the days and amount of stress going on in her head. Although, sometimes she tries to get better with coffee instead. Oria wants to get better from the alcohol especially because she knew that her past love interest wouldn't approve of any alcoholic beverages, even in low quantity.
How she became wealthy; Oria was originally a model, using her body to make money, and over time she was loved by many. And so she hatched a plan to exploit others' desires even more and was in time stealing credit cards and bank information, anything of great value. She knew she was never going to be caught because every little girl looks up to her, why would they dare to throw her in a prison? And let's just say that everyone could be paid off, especially those pesky cops. Soon enough, she, still modelling and stealing and exploiting the fantasies of her fans simultaneously, became rich and almost untouchable by the law.
When she was just a model and wasn't exploiting others, she was very loved and she especially liked to surprise her fans with real life appearances. Oria used to be satisfied with her situation, but her money didn't last forever and she herself was taken advantage of financially and stolen from, so she figured if they could do it why can't she.
She used to have a love interest but she did not wish for them to be harmed or blamed or heartbroken if she ever got caught stealing, so she cut ties with them and almost everyone else in her life and somewhat vanished aside from working.
Her five golden rings; Her four bracelets represent each member of her family she left, her fathers, her grandmother, and her little brother. Her collar represents her past love interest. The strings represent the weight on her from leaving them and the regret and shame associated with stealing.
---
-In the far future-
*knock knock knock*
Oria opened her eyes and rubbed her head, having passed out on the luxurious couch of her pristine home, or well, an alien ground. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't feel totally safe in this place, so it wasn't truly a home. Was there a home for her? She remembered what was and shook her head to herself and thought, "No, it must be this way." Then, she got up, donning her sacred jewelry, and head to the door, but stood there listening to the sounds behind it. She gained enough courage to finally pull it open and was greeted with a police uniform.
Fear was apparent in her eyes, but she blinked and it was replaced with that fake friendliness she welcomed. "May I help you?" she asked slyly.
The peculiar police officer eyed her house on the inside and replied, "There have been rumors of thievery and complaints of missing cash, may I step inside to look around?"
"Sure, fine," Oria said quickly and let her in, the door softly shutting behind them. It seemed it would be wise to let her in, considering if she didn't it'd be suspicious and also prolonging the inevitable, as she'll just come back with a warrant. Avoiding the cop's gaze, she questioned, "May I offer you a cup of coffee? It's really early in the morning."
As she was inspecting the drawers of a bureau, the cop slightly turned her head, smiled, and carefully said, "I already had my share. If I had any more I'd be really shaky."
Chuckling slightly, Oria tried to act naturally (or their type of "natural"), but fear was eating away at her. Police have come for her multiple times, and this was no different, but what if they actually find something to charge her with?
She gained her composure and took a sip of her own coffee and decided against following the officer into the room she was heading. Whenever she's seen a cop, they've been nothing but bad news, even when she was a little kid. From telling bad news to causing it, she never knew how could so many like cops, as a role model even?
After a while of silence, the cop reemerged from the dark hallway she vanished down. "Nothing to see here, officer, I would never steal," Oria concluded. But the cop just shook her head.
"I need to take you into custody, but I can't. I saw it," she addressed.
The golden Kalon's eyes widened, but she replied with, "What do you mean, it?"
"I saw the bank documents and withdrawals and the stolen jewelry, but I also saw something else. I saw the deposits, I saw the notes from your fans on the walls, I saw the picture of a Kalon and an aged love letter. I saw a family photo, all there. You surely don't plan on doing this forever, do you? This isn't a life worth living, it's apparent."
Oria looked down and adjusted her necklace, her vision getting blurry from the sudden tears in her eyes. "I do not know what you mean," she lied aggressively.
"Please don't lie to yourself. You know what I'm talking about, and I know your history. I propose to give you a chance, but only one chance you'll get. And I know everyone could get better because I did, okay?"
"I doubt you, of all Kalons out there, would give me a chance! I'm the robber and you're the cop! So just don't act like you are an exception."
"You're wrong in that because not all cops are out to just judge and enforce their agenda. Now you have a choice. Get arrested and prosecuted or make it up to all the Kalons you've stolen from, and never steal again. Then this will all go away. I'm only asking once."
Wiping her face slowly, she muttered, "I guess I only have one choice, then."
---
My babu Makatza was the cop in the ending writing piece, and also separate it in your mind from the other one because many years have passed since that incident, like ten or so. And since then she's changed a little in the sense that she accepts what she did and her family and friends a bit more but not quite totally. She, of course, regrets everything about it.
