[angelshy]

hhhhh what a gorgeous bab! friendly bump! <3

[sicknasty]

Max said "BE STILL!" and tamed them with the magic trick
of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once
and they were frightened and called him the most wild
thing of all.

res with breezeblocks by alt-j!
she's the king of the wild things

- tries to use 'the stare' to get out of things she doesn't want to do
- very self-conscious about her ears, tends to tuck them under her hood
- wears her wild thing costume ALL THE TIME
- never answers to her full name (maxine); it's max or nothing




username: .box
kalons: here

[ilya]

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[♡Chocolate♡]

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[eros]

username;
name;
gender;
link to your kalons; [you must provide a link to either a storage website/thread or link them individually for your form to be valid]
song;
res with pay no mind by madeon + passion pit!

[necropoliis]

dropping out, gl !

[sugarsticks]

username;
name;
gender;
link to your kalons; none currently <3
song;

[Master of Nothing]

𝓉'𝓈 𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 ...

Hello, I'm Master of Nothing! Here's a link to my current kalons! I'd just like to say that I hope that whoever you are, you enjoy my form! As you'll be able to tell by listening to the song I've chosen, the translation I've made from the song's lyrics to the character are very loose, and not every lyric is to be taken as the artist originally intended. Nevertheless, in it's own way, I feel that the song I chose corresponds properly to the character I created. So sit back, listen, watch, and read!

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝓂𝑒𝓁𝑜𝒹𝓎...

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Name ➢ Bianka Yvonne Jelen
Gender ➢ female
Orientation ➢ questioning
Age ➢ 14
Residence ➢ Savannah, Georgia
Future Career ➢ actress
Song ➢ Sounds Like a Melody by Alphaville
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Bianka is as sweet as a peach and poisonous as a snake. Her sense of vitality and strength overwhelms her character; she is proud, passionate, and dramatic. She was meant for the tv screen for sure. She knows how to tell the best jokes, throw the worst insults, and discover the most amazing things. She'll always surprise you, which isn't always a good thing. She's always learning, and so should you, if you want to keep up. Her smile is enticing, her laughter, well... a melody! People gravitate towards her because she looks so shrewd and polite, but don't be offended if she's disappointed by you. Her tastes are refined, her friends a closed circle, her biases impersonal. She yearns for someone to take care of; being in the middle of attention is lonelier than being a part of a gawking crowd. Though (or perhaps because) she gets judged on a daily basis, Bianka will not tolerate disrespect, for herself, and oddly enough, for others as well. She's like a cold ice; refreshing at first, bitter thereafter, but in the end, purely inconsequential.

𝒲𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔,

Hobbies ➢

▫ Stargazing
Bianka isn't frightened being outside at night. She has a comfortable porch to sit on with a beautiful overlook on the skies. Before she goes to bed every night, she snuggles up with a blanket to watch the stars. It's her alone time to think about anything that she wants to, and that time belongs to no one else. She's always found something very magical about the stars, but she doesn't read into it too much.

▫ Socializing
Though Bianka might seem a secret recluse, she really enjoys company. She goes on trips to the city for the sole purpose of meeting new friends, or at least to hang out with a fresh face or two. She has an eye for kind spirits, and when she finds herself in the presence of a benevolent soul, she's quick to catch on. Being exposed to so many different characters also helps her with her acting skills, wouldn't you believe!

▫ Photography
She's not great at it, but Bianka has a beautiful camera that she got for her thirteenth birthday and she uses it to death. Mostly, she's interested in photographing wildlife and botanical species; just another reason to go exploring!

Likes and Dislikes ➢

√ The Beach
It's an unfortunate coincidence that Bianka wasn't born on some coastal town. The beach is paradise for her. It's the mix of the salty, warm smell, the abundance of carefree travelers, and the sense of freedom combined that always gets her.

☓ Milk
The sheer thought of drinking milk is absolutely unbearable, isn't it? No? Well, to Bianka it is. She's never enjoyed it; it makes her sick to her stomach.

√ Beautiful Names
Bianka doesn't mind her name, but she's not drawn to it like she is the names of others. It doesn't have a great ring to it in her opinion, Bianka Jelen, but the most bizarre names do appeal to her. Flip to a random page in a baby name book and there's about a 30 percent chance she'd like the first name that you look at.

☓ Fashion
Everyone in the fashion industry is so pretentious! Psh! But... okay, yeah, that dress looks really cute.

√ Tea
Iced or black tea, usually. She'll have two lumps of sugar, please, but no cream!

☓ Praise
Yes, oddly enough, our future movie star here hates praise. She finds it confusing and unfair; she was raised both to be humble and to take pride in what she does, but how can she do both? Until she can hit a real job, she'll stay drawing, composing, writing, and singing behind locked doors. Praise is frustrating!

Quirks ➢

▫ Stretching
For some unknown reason, Bianka must stretch after every time she sleeps, so even after naps! It's not really such a weird quirk; shouldn't everyone be stretching frequently? But it's something more for Bianka because if, for some reason, she does not stretch in the morning, she freaks out and believes her day will be terrible. Sometimes she will even return to her bedroom just to stretch.

▫ Sniffling
Though barely noticeable (she's very delicate), Bianka sniffles all too frequently. She does it when she's sick, when she's healthy, any time, really. She didn't used to be aware that she does this, but after someone pointed it out to her, she's been bothered every time she does it.

𝒲𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔,

History ➢

The Jelen family moved to America from Poland in the 1930's, after collecting enough money to travel to the famed "land of opportunity". They settled on the east coast, but migrated slowly to the south, where the father of the generation could set up a business selling flowers and berries commercially. He was a sweet old man with a heart of gold, and was Bianka's grandfather. He was happy to raise Bianka's father along with his six sisters right on the farm. The profits from Grandfather's business were greater than he'd expected, but soldiers coming home from the war were eager to offer their lonely wives beautiful boquets. He expanded the humble home he'd lived in into what he could rightfully call a mansion.

Three of Father's sisters were married to men out of state, one went off traveling on her own, one started her own business in Atlanta, and one perished from sickness when she was young, leaving Father, the youngest sibling, to inherit the mansion. Father appreciated what Grandfather had started, but decided it wasn't good enough. He knew nothing of flowers, but a lot about selling them, and so became the head of sales on Grandfather's farm.

He married a small African American woman and together they produced Bianka, though it's rumored that they never intended to have a child. Mother was an artist and would lock herself in her room for long hours working on projects while Father was at work, leaving Bianka by herself. Mother would try to keep her daughter company, or at least busy, but she was never good with children so although gentle, was quite awkward and frustrating to get along with. Father, on the other hand, ignored Bianka outright, claiming always to be too busy for anything but work.

Bianka started school at home when her parents decided to pay for a permanent tutor. The tutor showed Bianka lots of things, but nevertheless was deemed an unsatisfactory teacher. In junior high, Bianka attended a private boarding school. She got along with her classmates all right, but though she never thought she would, she missed the big farm. She's set to go to a different place entirely for high school, but is fighting for something else.

Appearance ➢

She looks in the mirror, gazing at herself. Her eyes are almost blindingly bright and of a unique shade that will never be replicated again. She touches her black hair, soft and full, smelling faintly of fabric softener. Her eyebrows are set into a look of permanent concern, but she his smiling genuinely with her thin lips. She runs her hands across her freckled face and rests her index fingers on her small nose. She admires herself for a moment, her clean, tanned skin. With a swift motion of her hands she evens out her denim dress before straightening the lace-ruffled collar. Her tiny feet fit perfectly into shoes that clack on the floor. She completes the outfit with the old necklace of her great grandmother, which looks ancient and smells of rusted metal. She breathes in and out, looking at herself one more time. She notices the scar on her cheek below her left eye and sighs, turning away from the mirror before she can remind herself of any of her other flaws.

Aspirations ➢

Lights, camera, action! A blinding light flashes in Bianka's eyes, but she tries not to squint. Her cousins are surrounding her like hungry vultures, making her very uncomfortable in their large, floppy hats. "You nervous, dear?" one of them touches her chin and lifts up her head. She frowns and pulls the hand down.

"Dandy, hun, I'll do fine, you'll see."

She enters the room with hundreds of nervous souls. She tries not to look at them because most of them are yet to become failures and a few of them might outshine herself. Her heart is pumping fast. She's never done something this important or nerve-racking before. She is auditioning just to get into a school, which she finds a ridiculous thought to begin with. And she must announce the same words as all the others; no individuality in acting schools. But she has to do this for herself. New York is a scary place, but the best place to start her career. All she's ever wanted depends on whether or not she takes the breath away from the judges in the next fifteen minutes. Great.

"Number three-hundred-seventy-four, Bianka... Jelen? Yes, dear, please, you're up next."

Bianka hops up behind the velvet curtain- and it's real velvet, not the cheap stuff her boarding school tried to get away with.

"Next!" shouts a tired voice. Bianka gulps. Here goes nothing!

[𝒲𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒.]

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓇𝓎!

[𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎.]

Obstacles ➢

Bianka's audition didn't go over well. The judges didn't like her acting style, for one. But how can Bianka help it? Someone, somewhere, must like how she acts, right? They then proceeded to explain that basically Bianka didn't have what it takes for the big screen because her southern accent does not appeal to big movie producers. Bianka was deeply offended by this notion, broken because she wouldn't be able to get into her choice school.

Now, Bianka is going to have to figure something else out. She doesn't know what she'll do, but she won't stand for nothing. Her parents don't think that she should be an actress anyway, but instead go into the medical field where she could "actually be useful", which Bianka finds and interesting viewpoint for a freelance artist and flower salesman to have.

Opportunities have a tendency to open themselves up to Bianka. It's like the world itself trusts her, wants her to succeed. She'll find something better for herself soon enough, but for the time being, she's immensely stressed out about the whole thing.

𝒯𝑜 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝒷𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒!

Bianka's Words of Wisdom ➢

Do more stuff, and do it differently than anyone else. There's no harm in opening closed doors, now is there? I mean, don't get too crazy, but take a risk here and there! There's like a fifty-fifty chance you won't regret it!

𝒢𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒𝒹𝓎,

Bianka @ Life ➢


Calm but not content,
I wish I was away now,
Far away from here.

𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓎,

Admirers @ Bianka ➢

Your voice is a friend.
I wish I could see you now,
And flee my own mind.

"I'm a mess but I'm also in love" ➢

Yes, how could love not be in the air for someone like Bianka? Meet Jack, owned by MimiBitz! The kid has had his eye on Bianka for a while now but doesn't think he has a chance. But... perhaps Bianka has just been playing hard-to-get? Anyway, it's not too uncommon to see the two of them hanging around each other, glad for the honest company.

𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓎, 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇.

Antlers ➢

As I see it, Bianka's antlers are a huge part of her design. I think that they are beautiful, and they helped me develop the theme of her character. As I talk about her character in the context of a human society, I don't mention her antlers. This is because they belong to her as a kalon, but as a human they simply represent her. Her antlers are the beauty, the drama, and the fantasy of her being, if you will.

Thank You

Just one last thank you for reading my form! I hope that you like Bianka as much as I do. Maybe she'll find you and your kalons later, in a once forbidden place she'll go for a while.

[lovestruck]

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//username; diamondfox
//name; Lyrica
//gender; Female
//link to your kalons; my babes
// song; edelweiss
// likes; Seaweed Salad,she loves the
squishy feel of it! Where the
Red Fern Grows(book), green, the forest
//Dislikes; deer, loggers, pollution,
bullies, being pranked, being made fun
of

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xXx

both by kagamemes
Lyrica rises with the sun, greeting the forest every morning. She loves nature, any aspect of it
really, but especially flowers. One of her favorites is edelweiss, a small white flower that blooms,
even in winter. She also has a great love for birds. She wakes up very early to see
the beautiful creatures stirring. Lyrica even sings to the birds sometimes,often little lullabies,
or small tunes she made up herself. Lyrica feels at place with the forest. However, there is one
creature she despises, and this is the deer. She feels cursed with their elegant, beautiful horns.
When she was much younger, she always loved her horns, thinking they were perfect. However,
they continued to grow, becoming a nuisance. Other kalons often make fun of her horns, as they're
a bit big for her. Plus, she constantly has to support herself on walls and such, the horns being to
heavy for her to keep up. If somebody tells her how beautiful they are, she simply brushes them
off, telling them to stop lying.
by highnoon
Otherwise, Lyrica is a super cheerful girl. She's super bubbly, and takes any chance to have fun in
a heartbeat. Lyrica believes that everybody is her friend, and she works to make it that way! She's
super kind to everybody she meets, and never insults anyone in any way. Lyrica hates it when others
trick or deceive her. Whether it's a harmless prank or a small lie, it'll break her heart. She's a big softie,
and since she's so kind to others, she expects them to return that kindness. Oddly enough, considering
that she hates being pranked herself, she loves prancing others! She likes seeing the smiles on others
faces when she does so, and the pranked don't seem to mind, well, at least not that much, anyways!



"Dreaming of Friends" by Lyrics

One of Lyrica's best friends is Strawberry. They seem to bond pretty well because Lyrica helps Strawberry
get outside more. Since Strawberry is pretty modern, loving video games, she shows Lyrica life outside
of forests. Plus, strawberry seems to be rather kind to Lyrica, which Lyrica obviously appreciates.

Another of her favorite people is Daryl. He's super good with kids, and always seems to know exactly how she
feels. Another plus is that he loves the woods and outdoors just as much as she does. Plus, he 's a
hunter. Guiltily, Lyrica appreciates that he kills deer. She just hates the creatures so much! Also, he
gave Lyrica her favorite necklace, and has always been like a father to her.

Of course, every Kalon has some romantic interest. Lyrica has a huge crush on Mishka. She's liked him for three
years. He's super outdoorsy and Lyrica just loves this. Plus, he's pretty nice to her, and they seem
to get along really well. Mishka is a super sweet kid, and Lyrica just adores this, as she loves kindness.
He also goes camping a lot, which sometimes makes Lyrica a bit jealous. She wishes she could do that!
Sadly, Mishka is totally oblivious to the idea of romance!

Lyrica feels like Appolo is a little brother figure in her life. She first met him when he was being bullied,
and they've been super close since. They both understand the struggles of having horns, and strange features.
Plus, they've both been bullied often.



April Fools?
A distinct alarm buzzed, still ringing in Lyrica's ears. She leapt from her small bed, excited
Lyrica stumbled to her feet, brushing her tangled hair quickly with her fingers before
throwing on an old purple hoodie and some jeans. The outfit was quite drab for such an occasion. For it
was April Fools Day! Lyrica had a special plan in mind for her dreaded math teacher. Of course,
she hated being pranked herself, but she couldn't pass up this opportunity. It was 5:30 in the morning.
Lyrica grabbed her mischievous supplies, throwing them into a beat down, pink backpack. She
then headed to school, picking flowers and weaving them into crowns along the way. Lyrica giggled
profusely as she reached the math room.

She poured the whole bottle of whipped cream into the bucket, a grin plastered on her little face. She
tied the bucket carefully with a rope, winding it around the door hinges. Lyrica used the extra rope to make
a small tripwire, and giggled. She quickly ran out of the school, and waited outside for the bell to ring.
Around her, many kalons were whispering, probably planning their pranks. Lyrica covered her mouth to
stifle a laugh.

Finally, she ran to the math room, to see what the teacher would do, how she would react to whipped
cream falling all over her perfect hair. Lyrica giggled at the thought, and tapped her foot anxiously while
holding her books. Soon, another Kalon approached. It was Mishka. Lyrica had had a crush
on him since the second grade, for three years! She brushed her hair back, and balanced herself under her
horn's weight. Wait- he was going into the trap! "No Mishka don't!" He touched the trip wire
with his foot before a pile of whipped cream poured onto his head. Lyrica winced as he glared at her.
"April Fools?" She smiled sheepishly. "Uh, sorry. That was meant for the teacher, Mishka, uh,
not you." A blush crept up Lyrica's cheeks as Mishka grinned. He took a bit, and licked it, before
throwing it at her. Playfully, the two started a little food fight. It was something Lyrica would
remember for a while.

A Little Treasure
If you were to ask what Lyrica's most prized possession is, she'd show you her necklace. It's a small
bird, made of deer antler. It's polished and white, very beautiful indeed. Her friend, Daryl made it
for her after catching a beautiful stag. She's kept it with her since then. Daryl is almost like a father
to her, and if she lost it, she'd feel like she was losing a piece of herself.

It was a lonely day, her birthday. She only had her friends Daryl and Strawberry to help cheer it up.
Of course, Daryl, being like a father to her, helped plan a birthday party- but it was basically empty.
The only "guest" was Strawberry. Of course, being herself, Strawberry bought Lyrica a video game.
Although Lyrica didnt play or particularly like video games, she supposed she could grow to like this
one. It was one of those deer hunting ones. Daryl got her a little bouquet of edelweiss, her favorite
flower, and a pair of flower earrings, but it just wasn't perfect. It wasn't the birthday she had imagined
it to be. There was something missing!

Daryl realized this, and he set to work making her prized necklace. A few days later, he gave it to her,
saying, "I know it isn't much and it's late but- I hope your birthday is better now, okay?" He smiled,
giving her a pat on the back. At this moment, Lyrica realized it was the nicest thing anybody had ever
done for her, and that Daryl truly was like a father to her.


by vanilla.bean

A Slow Smile
The sound of crying drew Lyrica closer to the kit. He was clearly upset. Maybe he had been bullied,
just like her, and had come out here to get some air. Just moments ago others had been teasing her about
her horns. The kit in question had a long bone tail as well as horns. Lyrica sat down next to him quietly.
"Hey bud, are you okay?" She slowly smiled, and wrapped her tail around him. He stuttered, "I-they-they
we're making fun of,of my, horns" Lyrica sighed gently, placing a hand on his back. "I'm Lyrica. Other
kits make fun of me too, I mean look at these things!" At that, she pointed at her huge horns.

The kit grinned, "I'm Apollo. I hate these stupid horns. I- I wish I could just... r-rip them off my head."
Lyrica nodded, "I know. I used to feel that way too. But- you know what, I think I'd miss them. Your horns
make you- you! Ya know? You're special, you're different, and that's great! Who cares what those kits say?"
She smiled. "Come on. Let's get you back to class." Apollo stuttered- "Wait! W-w-why were you out here?"
She scratched behind her ear, a nervous expression appearing on her face. "Well, I was being made fun of
too. But you know what? I'm gonna go in there, and be brave, just like you are."


By pixelated.galaxies

[Esther~]

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