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[Trphlthdl]

Username: Queen Of Aces
Name: Meredith
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What Do They Love The Most: Although diamonds are made under the fiery pressure of earth, it is the sea that calls to Meredith. She can hear it before she can see it, and before she can hear it she can smell it. It is a salty fishy smell, the smell of the sea. It washes over the dunes to the highway that leads to the sea, WIP

[AlphaLeonis]

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[Jippy]

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Username: Dreamlight ~ Name: Daphne Evelyn ~ Gender: female
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What Do They Love The Most: I love to see people smile, to see them be happy. Well, because seeing others happy makes me happy. To know that you helped brighten someone else’s day brightens your own day. I live to see that my people are happy and free. I maybe part of royalty but a matchmaker at heart.

Daphne was born with an unusual but extraordinary gift. Her skill of matchmaking and her exquisite charm. She has a knack for putting people together using that charm of hers. Perhaps she’s developed it over the years of watching and observing from her balcony. However, when dealing with love, she doesn’t like to interfere much as she believes that love should take its own course in its own way.



One quiet evening, I stood leaning on my balcony, watching the city below go to sleep. It was spring, the air was fresh and sweet, the sky was clear with stars scattered everywhere, stretching as far as the eye could see. The air was warm, with an occasional breeze that passed by. The streetlights seemed like small fireflies in the city, most houses and cottages were dark, everyone was asleep, waiting for tomorrow to come. I observed a beautiful Kalon painting under a willow tree next to a pond. I’d notice that she was out every evening, painting in tranquility. She was a painter and a harpist from what I’d gathered, she had a calm and gentle personality. Her father was a blacksmith and her mother was a sewer. However, she noticed that she wasn’t alone once again. Not to far away, behind a bush was another Kalon who she’d noticed that had been observing the young Kalon as well. She could tell that this Kal was admiring the painter just by his facial expressions. He’d always turn her way during the daytime when he passed by her house and even the slightest mention of her name made him blush. He was a swordsman, training to be a knight who also admired art. The two would make a perfect couple, they would compliment each other perfectly. She’d been observing the two for quite a while, however, she knew they would need a little push to make it work.



So I ran back in my room, grabbing the rope and cloak from under my bed. I hurriedly buttoned it up and threw the hood over before tying the rope to the balcony. Slowly I climbed down the rope. I had to be quick, I couldn’t afford to be caught like this. Like a ninja, I sped through the night, it was risky but I had a hunch that this would be worth it. I stopped when I got close, carefully kneeling beside the swordsman as I hid behind the bush with him. He yelped in surprise, almost blowing his cover before he contained himself. I payed no attention to him and kept my eyes forward, he followed my gaze to the painter and blushed, baffled by the fact that he got caught. “It’s not what it look likes”, he whispered quickly, though it was written all over his face that he was lying. I whispered softly, “Talk to her.” He looked at me in shock before whispering back. “Are you crazy, what would I say?” He looked at me like I was ridiculous but I could tell that behind his cover that he wanted an answer. “Introduce yourself, compliment her art, engage in a conversation.” With that, I pushed him out of his hiding place. The painter looked up in surprise, he got up awkwardly, embarrassed by the scene. Then just like what I told him, he was soon in a deep conversation with her, smiling and laughing. I smiled, my hunch was right after all. My work here was done, I fled back to my room.



A few weeks later, I found a note in my cloak. Inside was a painting of the two together, smiling happily. Scribbled on the back was two words. Thank you.
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[Unleashed Squiid]

Username: Unleashed Squid
Name: Andrea
Gender: female
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The Starry-Eyed Adventurer


The young kalon stood in the darkness of a starless night, wind swirling through her long, silver locks. She tilted her chin towards the Earth below her, cocking her head ever so slightly, listening intently to the night atmosphere with the churning of life. Buzzes, croaks and the soft hoots of owls far away filled her ears but still she stood, a statue in the midst of the entropy which surrounded her. And then from the turrets of the world of sound, came silence. The young girl tilted her head back, and for a single moment, all was calm. The forest paused its nightly movements. The crickets trailed off, the fireflies' glow was cut short. Even the wind in the trees, and the gentle grace of gravity seemed to draw away. It was as if the whole forest had frozen in unison, waiting for the kalon to make her move and resurrect the world.

Andrea stretched out her arm, and her clenched fist and willowy fingers peeled open to reveal a tiny crystal no larger than her eye. She whispered words unspoken in millennial, and there was a blinding flash of light which stole her vision for a few moments. Andrea was thrown many feet backwards onto the ground. Her entire body was shaking. The whole of the glistening night sky was entranced in a spinning motion, the eye of which sat in the center of the clearing where her shivering body stood. The trees seemed to sway towards that eye of a unknown hurricane, and all of the kinetic motion within the world--the plants, the insects, the breeze, seemed to follow.

She could not make out any smaller details, as little stars flooded her vision, but Andrea remained awestruck, glued to the ground. In that tiny moment, the only trace of life was her shallow breaths and beating heart. But even that had faltered. She found herself amongst a new world entirely, the sky glowing a sapphire and the trees and the other flora matching with their saddened cool shades.

Andrea stepped foreword, wonder flickering inside of her cautious eyes. She felt pride surge up in her chest. Her people had travelled to the moon; they had conquered Mars and even Mercury, but here she was inside of something far greater than a new and immaculate planet. She had traveled further than any other kalon before her; this new world, this new breath of air was of a foreign realm.

With the fresh taste of success on her lips, the kalon turned and breathed in this new oxygen which was forever untainted of kalon lungs. She reveled in this fearful but incredible sensation for a moment longer. But suddenly came the rumble which shook her feet and her mind and her very soul itself. Andrea braved her feet but it was no use and she found herself grasping around blindly in the soil. Her eyes grew into large, fearful pools and her breath seemed to catch in her throat. The sky was illuminated with fire.

With a breathless scream, the kalon grasped for the crystal which would lead her back to her own world. Her hands flew madly through her pockets and her bag slacked on her shoulder but it was no use. It seemed the more she tried to snatch up this life-force, the further it seemed to have ended up. Panic was now setting in and Andrea, in one final motion, swooped her bag from her arm and ground it to the dirt in front of her. She flung its contents out, over her head in large clumps at a time, feeling for anything, anything at all that could be her precious portal.

And there was a sickening shatter behind her.

Uncertainty and misfortune. She reveled in the weight of the burden planted atop her shoulders, wondering, wondering how the Marsmen could make this pain of forebearing lonesomeness shine with beauty. The peace and completeness which the realm graciously granted was out-shined by the sudden sway of confusion. Andrea felt her blood boil with terror as the realization of fate struck her down. She stared into the molten atmosphere above, so very high yet so very dangerous, and closed her eyes. Any second now the world would be drowned out and all of this journey would come together into a tragic epilogue...

Darkness, darkness, but it was not the end. Andrea had become aware once again. She had taken the first breath of reality back within her room, sitting upon the cold wooden bench where she always sat and fell into wanderlust. A puppeteer, a magician, a time traveler, the architect of perfect and vibrant universes and beings and the very breath of life itself, but never Andrea.

Each and every day, the tantalizing dreams of freedom would call to her, beckoning for her to reach out into the fearful unknown and exit this tragic prison. And though Andrea knew that one day it would be possible to muster the bravery and break free of these bonds, and one day she would tear away all of the denial and shame and anger that haunted her sleep, for now she would stay. For now she would sit in that little molded chair by the window and dream.

Forever a figment of her own imagination. Her one and only true love.

[doryphoros]

Username: aporia.
Name: eiryn
Gender: female
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the stage. not being on the stage, mind you, but its inner intricacies, the things that make the shows seem effortless, almost magical. she doesn't get recognized often, but that's ok with her; she wasn't really meant for the spotlight anyways. if you asked her, "why don't you perform if you love the stage so much?", she'd most likely chuckle a bit and politely decline, stating that, "my place ain't really on th' stage. that spot's more suited t' those who are trained fer it. as fer me, well, i was trained t' make sure the show's runnin' right. it's what i do best, especially wit' all these extra arms !" her favorite part of it isn't the lofty hideaway where the sound and lights are puppeteered from, or backstage with all the performers bustling through it. it's the catwalk, high up above it all, home to only echoes and the dangling lights. eiryn loves to sit up there, earbuds firmly nestled in her ears, and simply observe as the dancers go through their warmups, or the actors and actresses run through their lines a final time. sometimes, she foolishly longs to be in the spotlight, to be adored and praised in the blinding whiteness of the spotlight ! but she comes back to reality and realizes that it's only just a dream, and that she is happy here, behind the curtains that veil the inner workings of the show; a menagerie of sturdy and well-worn gears within to keep the pearlescent, luxurious face ticking.
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