[sun struck]

Username: Sun Struck
Name: Leon
Gender: Male
Character Concept: He is very humorous. At least he thinks he is. He is one of those who can make a joke out of anything. He flirts well, and does it all the time-he isn't a heart breaker for no reason- and he also has a hard time holding his tongue when he should.

AAAh, love this kit so much<3

[seijuu]

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[NULL & VOID]

Username: ~FrozenSky~
Name: Leon
Gender: Male


Character Concept:
"Troublemaker, troublemaker, that's all he is"
Leon, a small boy of 10, hadn't meant for things to turn out this way at all. Although nobody really knows how, Leon ended up in the main street market on an overcast autumn day, browsing the shelves. He tried to snag a few items from the market, but a local private detective caught him on his way out. While the town he now calls home tried to figure out what to do with the parentless child, residents seemed to be more concerned that a troublemaker like Leon was going to be part of the quiet community.

"Stay far away from that boy, he's just a troublemaker"

Leon had understood that many Kalons in this town were unfriendly to him, but his fears were only confirmed when he met Adonis. Leon had been asked to fetch a carton of milk from the local market for Lupin when he heard some children around his age playing outside of a nearby flower shop. Leon pulled up his hood, he had quickly grown to understand that news spread fast in a small town like this. He crossed the street to avoid encountering anyone.

"Maybe... maybe we just need to give him a chance"

Fleur, Adonis' daughter, still believes that Leon has some good within him even when he doubts himself. When Leon first moved in with Lupin, he discovered the quickest way to get to school would be through town. Although he wanted to avoid as much attention as possible, he didn't want to risk getting lost in the woods. So through town he went, feeling the burning stares of townspeople through his jacket. The snow was gently beginning to fall, and Leon kept his eyes glued to the ground. A small voice rung out, "Hi there!" Leon, convinced the words weren't meant for him, continued to walk right past a young girl checking the flower displays for frost.
The next few mornings went by in a similar fashion. Every day the same voice would sing a quiet hello and Leon would hurry away in a panic. Leon had concluded that if he ignored the hellos, they would just give up. Right?
"He's trouble... and I like trouble"
"Kid, you have to earn their trust"
Leon deeply respects Lupin. After he had been caught stealing food from a small market, and nobody knew what to do with him, Lupin took him in. Without a second thought about who Leon was, Lupin took care of Leon.
"Lupin, you can't handle that kid. Trust me."
Remus

Leon and Lupin Story

[eli ayase]

Username: eli ayase
Name: vinnus
Gender: male
Character Concept: a shy boy who struggles to find his place in the world. he knows he is loved dearly by his family, and yet, he dreams for more. he dreams of being a cowboy or a knight or a sailor. he wants to explore. he's a sad guy, but a dreamer, who often writes stories in order to bring himself on an adventure.

[yen.]

Username: starblind
Name: Io
Gender: Male
Character Concept:
Io, the all seeing; some call him a prophet, some call him the Devil's work. Either way, the gift is inevitable. Io has been able to seemingly tell the future for all 10 years of life, yet it does not come from within himself. A necklace, adorned with a glassy white pearl eye, sits around his neck, whispering everything into his ear. It sends shivers down his spine and sets his fur on end, never staying silent because the future always has something to hold. Io can't get it off; it is forever too tight around his neck, pressing his fur flat and bruising his skin.
Io does not like this necklace of his. It may be helpful at times, but is that really worth being an outcast? The strangers stealing quick glances of him across the street, their curious eyes burning through his fur. So he hurries along, gaze aimed at his own paws patterned with mocking eyes. Hoping that nobody remembers him, but his wishes always fall on deaf ears, because nobody ever forgets. It always comes up later, the child on the street who knows what the future holds.
Io is a castaway, it's all he's known. They had always thought the eyes that saw all were his, because they never knew the spell put on the pretty pearl necklace was one that would stick with him forever. The living conditions were bad as it was: A singular bed, nothing but a wooden frame and a bundle of blankets; the well was nearly a mile away, and it was always freezing in the outskirts of this extensive town. The child was left by the faraway well, alone in the fluffy spring snow. The only possession he had was a necklace, wrapped loosely around his neck, right below the jaw. From there, Io was on his own. He soon learned the purpose of the necklace, and at first, it intrigued him. It kept him alive in the year-round freezing weather, and the whispers even helped him gather a bit of money. However, soon it became a burden. There were no surprises, nothing to be pleased about and nothing to anger Io. A dull existence, his was, nothing but a struggle to survive. So he started wandering. Everywhere he goes, Io has always been known as the all seeing. Word spreads. He is always remembered.

[VanossGaming]

ϒᗝᘎ ᗩᖇᗴ ᗰ૪ ᔕᘎﬡᔕᖺᓮﬡᗴ!

Liongoddess///Sunnie///Male

☀️The juice stand☀️

The village was bustling. People walking to and fro across the cobblestone paths that decorated the small area. The village, ruled by a merciful queen, was flourishing. The kingdom was in a time of great prosperity. A small kit stood on the corner of 5th avenue and 7th street. The sweet smells of the bakery to the left and the clang of the blacksmiths shop to the right made everything a little better. He looked down at his paws, blessed with little markings that resembled that of a prophets eye. A thought struck him. What was a simple way to make money around here? He wandered down 5th avenue to the market square. Fresh produce, meats, and dairy were all stocked up. One vendor however, stood out to him. A fruit cart. It was chock full of different kinds of fruits. Apples, oranges, lemons, kiwi, melon, grapes, pineapple, and grapefruit. He walked up the the stand putting a crisp five dollar bill on the cart. The fruits were two for a dollar so it wasn't that bad of a deal. He picked out a couple of apples, throwing in a pear, along with some strawberries and a nice mango. The small kit worked his way home where he would start his plan. He'd make juice! He would construct a small place to sell and a fancy sign. He stayed up until late in the late making his stand. Finally it was done. The words "Sunnie's Juice Stand." were painted in bright yellow paint, making it hard to miss. The kit, satisfied with his work, headed off to bed. Sunnie woke up that morning ready to go. He grabbed his small sign and his stand rushing off to set up. He had his bag with his handheld squeezer and all the fruits he had bought the previous day. He set up shop on that small street corner of 5th and 7th, watching the pedestrians walk idly by. He was right in the middle of making some sort of Mango/Strawberry mix when another Kalon walked up to his stand.
"I'll take what you're making there kiddo."
Sunnie looked up to the Kalon. She had long red hair that come down almost past her neck. Grease covered spots dotted her fur and face. He nodded at her, quickly finishing off the juice with a tiny umbrella. Sunnie handed it over to her as she placed a couple dollars on the stand. He watched in anticipation as she took her first sip.
"Wow kiddo. This is pretty good. You've got something special here. If you ever need a stand fix up just ask for me at the castle. I'm Mali."
She held her hand out to him. Sunnie was a little wary about the female Kalon, but nonetheless took her hand. She polished off the juice before walking off. Throughout the rest of the day Sunnie worked hard, squeezing fruits,mixing up the juice,taking cash, and observing customers favorites. The days of summer flew by. Mali came by more and more frequently,becoming almost like a big sister to the kit. The two worked side by side whenever Mali wasn't too busy keeping up with the work in the castle or her own inventions. Sunnie's juice stand grew by the day. Different Kalons coming to try his juices. However it was one event that brought it all together. The Queen's daughter had just birthed her royal kits. The newest generation brought Kalons from around the world to celebrate the birth of the two. Prince Vale and Princess Cerci were their names. Blessed children of Princess Akio, Grandchildren of the Queen Adara. Sunnie found it amazing that so many Kalons could celebrate this event. His juice stand was flooded by customers. He was busy all day, making drinks for the thirsty foreigners. When he looked at the jars towards the end of the night he was astounded. Money overflowed the jars. Sunnie decided that one day, when he was older, he would bring juice and happiness to the Kalons of the kingdom with his own juice shop. But, until then he would turn back to his customers at the moment, smiling at them and making them juice. As they filed away, he smiled to himself and took an extra cup of juice and taking a sip himself.

"When Life Gives You Lemons"

Oh man..723 words.
Queen Adara,Princess Aiko, Prince Vale,and Princess Cerci all belong to the wonderful Kaori Maizono!
Mali of course belongs to me!!

[ScribbleScrib]

Username: PaigeyTheCatLady
Name: Skyler
Gender: Male
Character Concept:
Wip - ideas:
- cloud/star gazing
-Curious
-excited all the time oml
- has a pet dove that he takes everywhere, and treats it like a brother

[MotherMother]

Mark!

[Areater]

Username: areater
Name: ambrose
Gender: male
Character Concept:
ambrose is an orphan who likes to refer to himself as a 'street rat', but he doesn't mind his lack of parents. in fact, he likes the ability to not worry about being watched or worried about. as long as he avoids an orphanage or foster home, he's set. he used to be cared for at an orphanage after the death of his mother and abandonment by his father, but he managed to fake his death in a fire four years ago when he was ten and has since been viewed as dead by the system. to get by, he occasionally begs and does odd jobs, and sometimes even steals. he actually loves the rush of thievery, but doesn't want to get caught, so he typically only takes snacks or a little money from gas stations. once he pickpocketed a phone and a wallet, but he felt guilty afterwards and ended up attempting to return the phone and some of the wallet's contents by claiming he found it and giving it to the police station. sometimes that event makes him wonder if he would be happier in another crime-free life, but he always banishes the thoughts and convinces himself that he's happiest this way.
ambrose is often seen as shifty and distrustworthy, which is very accurate. despite his youth, he prefers to interact with adults and has a tendency to be manipulative to get what he wants, which is normally money. his first 'business' was a lemonade stand where he sold overpriced lemonade made with cheap ingredients while claiming to use quality ingredients - he even used fake reviews! he has quickly advanced to stronger things, and has been known to sell information to dangerous kalons. he is skilled in self defense and has had to use it in the past, resulting in a few odd scars and a healthy dose of caution. the eyes on his legs and tail are just markings, of course, but he likes to pretend he can see out of them and sometimes even manages to convince himself that they're more than markings. he sometimes paints an extra eye on his forehead to appear threatening and feel stronger. he is fairly carefree and doesn't really fear death, but he enjoys deep conversations about the futility of life. unfortunately, these chats are rare due to his lack of friends or trust, especially because he refuses to open up because he's worried about the possible repercussions of sharing any secrets. he believes in a god, but doesn't worship one, and doesn't include himself in any particular religion. however, he likes to discuss philosophy. while he sometimes yearns for companionship, he doesn't want anyone to drag him down and doesn't want to deal with the downsides of friendship. he has been known to have pets occasionally, but he has never kept one long, always forcing himself to give them up because he knows he can't properly care for them. his favorite was a corn snake he dubbed maize that he ended up leaving at the door of a pet shop. he actually visited it every day until it got adopted, proving that he isn't as heartless as he tries to appear.
among anyone who he might interact with more than once, ambrose acts closed off and even hostile. he has an air of nervousness and uneasiness about him that is known to set others on edge, and he avoids speaking when unnecessary most of the time. if anybody ever calls him rose, he will go off on them - otherwise, he is known to keep a cool temper most of the time, typically to the point that he makes the opposing party uncomfortable. a couple years back, he became acquaintances with a kit named emmett, a graffiti artist that he attempted to steal from. the two ended up bonding, but ambrose ended up halting the relationship before it could grow. it was probably the closest thing he had ever gotten to friendship, and sometimes he wonders if he made the right choice. another kalon he's had multiple interactions with is bersaglio, an old kalon who owns an orchard. he started off stealing apples from her orchard, but one time she caught him and, thinking of him as a troubled youth, tried to talk to him about his problems. despite multiple attempts, she couldn't get him to open up, and eventually she started leaving him baskets of apples because she was worried about him going hungry. while he can't help but feel a little grateful to her, he still refuses to talk to her when she tries to bait him into conversation, and he only returns because her orchard is a reliable source of food.
ambrose loves astronomy and sometimes attempts to save up for a telescope, but he always ends up spending the money on something else during a bout of annoyance at himself for focusing on a hopeless dream. however, he still tries to keep up on current news about space and loves to learn more about what lies beyond the earth. when deep in thought about the universe, he tends to feel meaningless, but that isn't so bad to him - he likes not feeling important, and he's glad that he doesn't leave much of an impact on others or the world. he hopes he won't be remembered, because that suits him just fine.
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