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ruger vlastomil ● male ● he/him
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❝ a curse was placed upon him, and now in the light of the full moon
he loses himself amidst the madness of its midnight gloom

a mercenary by day, a monster at night
a creature created to strike fright

gruff and tricky in the hours of light
wild and crazy, deranged when the moon gives him it's bite

a gentle soul deep in heart,
who's nature each full moon is ripped apart

a terror to see,
and an even worse terror to be ❞

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set in my dystopian world au, ruger is a mercenary and pod racer, and if you can't read something because of the glitchy text let me know and i can translate it ahh, since it might look different on my screen
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Ruger was a mercenary, he always had been. It was what he was deep in his heart, and even deeper in his soul. It was who he was, plain and simple, as he tried to be. He wasn't the type of mercenary most, though. He was no soldier, no fighter, no bounty hunter who killed and reaped souls for gold; he was a pilot, a pilot of an old rather dingy ship, and a thief. He would steal relics across planets, special finds across the globe, for gold at the request of his buyers. He would also act as a guard for hire for some, usually those of souls with good intent. That was harder to do than it used to be, however, much harder in fact, than it had been before he found himself cursed by one of the items he stole. He had been warned to take care, that it carried an ancient curse that still lingered more times than he could count, so admittedly, he most definitely should not have done that, that had not at all been smart. It had been incredibly stupid really, something his racing friends would be sure to never let him forget if he ever told them he had inherited it's curse. In his defense, a very, very poor defense, most of the items he stole from ancient and ruined temples and civilizations were told to have curses on them, only to end up without actually having any tied to them, so he had just assumed this was one of the one's that boasted a bark without the bite. He had been wrong of course, very, very wrong, and now he had to pay the price.

At least he had learned his lesson, and now he would be far more careful about it.

Unless of course, the curse had a s̷̨̼̜̙̙̘̥̱̖̤̫̍̈́̀̋̄̎̅͘͜ã̵̧̱͚̮̼͍̣̙̼̣̤̞͎̞͍͕̹̣̺͂͗͋͑̈́͂͋͑̑̀͂͝y̷̪͒̀̑̆͒.

Which, it most certainly would.

His curse was a rather unfortunate one, involving times he couldn't remember, where his true self blacked out, and he became someone d̵̨̞̖̞̣̬̹̆̍ĭ̸̮̱̳̼̲f̷̛̮̯̹̯͇̱̑̔̀̎̒̚͝f̸͎͓̔̂̍͊̀̆́͐è̷̡̝̘͚͚́̀r̶̡̮͓̘̦̮̭͙̭̄̉̓͝e̶̛̘̥̖̮͇͈̤̳̹͒͂̎̾̾̇n̸̢̡̻̭̬̠̝̒̓̄̄̈́̓̾̕t̷̛̙͉̍͐̓̿̌̂͑͝, someone s̷̖͊̽t̷̯̘͐́͌̓̓́̅͂ṛ̷̨̰̬̞̯̻̺̺͕̑a̴̡̢̘̿̓̒̎̊̄̍͌͝ń̴͚̳̼̤̱̘̳̟̈́͛̕͜͜ģ̶͙͈̪̈́e̶̢̯̦̗͙̦͉̫̱̎ͅ, someone who just wasn't ɯᴉɥ. An opposite, if that was at all the proper word to use.

As if he were some machine, and a g̷̣̐͌͜l̵͎͌ĭ̶̹͓t̶̞̓̒c̵̱̅h̴̠̹̃ had been implanted into his ḉ̸̳̫͍͕͇͆̅͌͒͒̍̚ͅơ̷̧̛̼̝̻̫̱̋̀́͆͌͊̾͜d̴͕̦̹̊͑͊ĕ̴͔̊̃̕.

He was no machine though, he was real, and alive. As alive as one could be.

He was just unfortunate enough to posses a curse that made him change, made him w̸̯͖̮̣͇͆͝i̴͔͕̙͐̾̒͋͘l̷̨͎̳̙̯͒́d̶̪̻̩̭̔̈́̾̔͘, and made him become somë̵̥̭̟́̑͠o̶̡̞̼̠͔͚̰̞̎͛͊̐̇̈̚͝ͅn̷̨̪̱̬͚͖̩͑́̀̈́̇́͜ͅe ǝsʅǝ.

Before this had all happened, he had already had a side that was rather wild, and very untamed, but the curse was very different to that.

Ruger had always loved racing. If he wasn't already a mercenary at heart, his heart would belong to racing, and a racer is what he would be. The feeling of the wind in his fur as he raced on his pod, the exhilaration of testing the speed and going faster than it could possibly go, it was addicting, thrilling, intoxicating, more so than any dirty old drink he could ever consume. It made his heart race, his heart thunder and pouņ̸̨̬̯̠͈̮͓̮̻͉̈́̋̇͘d. There was no greater feeling that he could ever chase, than that of a tremendous race. It was everything, it was his greatest high, and the feeling he adored more than any other. He sought it out whenever he could, and found it within a race after each mission he completed.

Living life on the edge had always been how he desired and chose to live, and even more than death defying escapes from crumbling temples and ancient ruins with an artifact which he stole, he found that in racing.

Pushing himself and his racing pod to their absolute limits, until they could go no more and came crashing down on the earth's sands or metal tracks was where he found that most.

He was in it to win it too, and that added even more risk, even more daring, and even more exhilarating thrill to chase.

A single moment could drastically turn the tides of a race, and cause it to all come crashing down in a mere instant for one, while changing everything, and completely ƃuᴉuɹnʇ the wavering tides for another, and switch them from last, to first. There was nothing one could predict, no matter how much experience one had. There were unknown variables each time, and one either rolled with them and their punches, or let them leave them behind in the dirt, choking on the dust of those who had learned to flow with the waves of the race, rather than against it's powerful current. That was what he loved most about it, ț̸͓̩͌͘h̵̡̗̩͊͛̇͝e̷̥̬͑͋͋̓ ̸̘̈̌̈̎̋̎͛ü̸̝ͅn̵̘͇̣̱̝͎̥̓k̴̠̞̱͍̮̿̔̾́̕n̴͖̝͍͒̑̽̃͘ô̴̻̤̑̏̓̽̋w̶̰͘ņ̵̦̾̕, and how nothing, no race could ever be the same.

The thrill was even greater when he didn't use a pod that could perfectly run, when he used one a bit broken, and worn down, as he often did.

The curse was far different to that wildness and thrill though, and it changed everything.

He had to be careful on the full moons now, and tame his lust for a race on such a bright, beautiful, moonlit night, or else he risked the death of himself, and all those around him.

During the full moon, when the light was cast upon him, he no longer possessed restraint. Or conscience. Or ʅoɹʇuoɔ.

His eyes would grow dark and filled with a wildness that could not be ascribed to any words.

He would become someone he wasn't, someone who would seek out every chance to get his heart to race.

Someone who thought no risk to great.

No sacrifice to grand.

Someone who was controlled, and fully consumed by the madness of the moon.

Who no longer recognized friend from foe, or friend from dead.

The embodiment of the old stories of man turned wolf by the wild, wild moon.

The darkest legends turned real.

He was crazed and dangerous.

Deranged and untamed.

Wild and mad.

A seeker of thrills who knew no bounds.

Who would do anything to chase the adrenaline running through his veins.

For his curse was one that would warp his heart's desire in the moon's fullest light for taking it's treasure, and above all, he sought, and desired

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[ICarinae]

username: NotaBear
kalon name: Mattias

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The crowd roared in the cramped, dark basement. Mattias could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Adrenalin coursed through his blood as he circled the tight arena made by the ecstatic crowd. He felt powerful in this moment, with his head raised high. " Aaaannd, the next opponent to face this beast of a man,"the announcer called out in his crisp, clear voice, " is the underdog everyone south of the bridge has been rooting for! The quick, the mean....South-side Demon!" Half of the claustrophobic room erupted in cries and parted to let the challenger approach the circle.
The kid couldn't have been more than 20 years old. Mattias raised one bushy eyebrow as the kid raised his fists. The "Demon" turned and looked at Mattias," This is it Blood Moon. There ain't no way you can beat me!" Mattias simply crossed his arms and glared menacingly at the kid. " Alright! Alright," the announcer danced in the middle of the ring, " This is the first time in many years that we get to see a north verses south match. Place your bets now people, this is going to be good!" The announcer stepped back to the edge of the mosh pit. Mattias and the Demon stepped up to the center and bumped fists. The kid smirked and whispered, " This is the end of your reign, old man." Mattias just snorted and started walking to his side with his back turned to the kid. " Tensions are high tonight! Lets have a good match," the announcer sung," Aaaaaannd....fight!"
The Demon launched at Mattias immediately, Good, Mattias thought, at least this will be quick. The Demon took one powerful right hook at Mattias' head. He dodged it, but barely. The kid was faster than he thought. The kid tried to follow it with an uppercut, but that was dodged as well. The Demon took a step back expecting a retaliation, but none came. "Quit playing with him!", a voice said behind Mattias' back. Mattias did not falter, he stood his ground and waited. The kid came in again, this time with a kick to Mattias' left calf. Mattias was surprised by it's strength. He felt his knee buckle forward, but he stayed upright. Then, from the right came another hook, which grazed Mattias' cheek. The crowd roared. Mattias sighed, " Alright kid, my turn."
Once again the Demon sprang back, and put up his guard. Mattias began circle around the Demon. He knew that the Demon was right-handed and would probably be expecting an attack from the right, but lucky for Mattias, he was a lefty. Mattias took one step toward the Demon and positioned his right fist and leg in front. The Demon held up his guard in response. Mattias swung at him with a right hook, which the kid easily dodged. Then, using his left leg, Mattias swung a knee into the kid's stomach, a move that would be illegal anywhere else. The Demon stumbled back gasping for breath. One of his hand clutched his chest while the other was raised to protect him. The sound of the crowd was almost unbearable with both shouts of encouragement and booing. Mattias circled him as the kid recovered, he didn't like attacking enemies when they were down, a decision considered by most to be very stupid.
The Demon raised his head and shot a glare at Mattias. Sweat dripped down his forehead and his chest heaved, but the kid was determined. The Demon flew forward again, trying to take advantage of Mattias' lowered guard. Mattias sidestepped the attack and shoved him into the crowd. The audience loudly cheered and shoved the Demon back into the circle. The kid tried again to launch himself at Mattias. Mattias ducked under the Demon's hook and landed one of his own on the Demon's right cheek. The crowd cheered louder. Mattias tackled the kid to the ground and sat across his stomach. The Demon glared at Mattias in defiance. " Do yourself a favor kid," Mattias wound up his left arm for a final punch, " Get out of the underground while you still can." With that, Mattias brought down the match-ending strike across the Demon's left cheek.
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A weaselly looking man appeared by Mattias' shoulder, " Good fightin champ, that was a quick one!" "Hello, Benjen." Mattias replied in a deflated voice. " Oh come on, be a bit happier to to see your paycheck."
" Yeah," Mattias said with a bit of anger creeping into his voice," And when will I actually be able to keep one."
" If you keep going like this I'd say 15..20 more matches, Depending on the pay of course."
" Can't wait."
" C'mon now, it's for our cause!"
" Your cause, I was just the one stupid enough to fall for it."
" Exactly! It's not my fault you were a gullible teenager! Besides, you can't quit on me now. Think of your sweet, innocent little girl. I would hate to have to use her for encouragement, but if you give up on me.... I may have no choice." Mattias' blood began to boil with rage, " Don't bring my daughter into this!" " Hey, hey. Chill out big guy! Fight me right now and your precious little girl may not wake up tomorrow." With that, Benjen smirked over his shoulder as he stalked away with the rest of the crowd to the upstairs bar. Mattais growled under his breath and turned to use the loading dock exit. Some fans whispered words of encouragement as the Blood Moon passed by. Mattias remained stoic as all manners of torture ran through his head. He burst out of the crowded basement, and took a deep breath of fresh air. Stars struggled to shine over the bright city lights. How many more matches, Mattias thought, 15...20. I can handle this, I have to.
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username: Albino_
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Ossipee has a wild side of getting into trouble. "Kylie wake up!"
Ossipee said shaking her friend t wake her up, it was 3:30 in the morning.
"Ossipee, why this early?" Kylie asked, Ossipee sighed "lets go look for
trouble!" she said happily, fully awake after 2 mountain dews. Kylie sighed
"where do you plan to go stir trouble?" she asked and Ossipee smiled "my
enemy's house of course! we gonna go teepee his car and lawn!" Ossipee
smiled softly. Kylie rolled her eyes "of course Ossipee" she chuckled before
getting up and they both got dressed, one in the room and one in the bathroom.
Ossipee grabbed the whole 20 package of toilet paper and Kylie and Ossipee
walked to Jeremiah's house, the enemy. Ossipee smiled evilly and got to his house
and they started to teepee the card and then the lawn, being sneaky about it.
Once they ran out and had their fun they ran back home, it was only a 5 minute jog.
Ossipee and Kylie laughed once back in their house. Ossipee looked at Kylie "okay, that
was awesome!" Ossipee giggled and Kylie rolled her eyes. "yes, yes it was" she giggled too.
Ossipee looked at the clock "lets try and get some sleep" she said as Kylie nodded
"lets" and with that they went off to bed.
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[lumilys]

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res. with tapestry painting or platform shoes
I don't know something like that

[Zailune]

Username: Zailune
Kalon Name: Murc Eiten
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It’s a strange story, but it’s mine.
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When I was a youngling, I lived in an underground society – living amongst others who shared the fear of the moonlight. I was told, as were others, that it was for our protection to live apart from those above. We were told horrid stories detailing the changes that would occur each night – families being torn and scarred by the sight of their peers losing all sense of self – a single night above ground could destroy the heart and soul, and the only comfort we could hold to would come from us never being exposed to the skies above.
With difficulty, though filled with dreams of a sound future and determination, we constructed a place which we came to call home. This was our world, our safe retreat, though also a prison. Being born in this place, I never knew the true warmth of sunlight. Yet, I never really felt the desire to.
As I grew, I found myself questioning the words of my elders. Fear kept me from taking action, or exploring the full truth. However, my curiosity and the emotional burdens that put pressure on my back all this time led to a discovery. This discovery resulted in anger, and allowed me to explore another part of myself of which many others I’d known would describe as careless, toxic or wild.
I was 10 years old when I first ventured to the surface.
It was in early daylight in the Spring season. The warm rays of the sun radiated off of the stones and thriving grass. Flowers were blooming and the bright colors were a beauty I never could have thought to imagine. I sunk my toes into the soft dirt. I never realized dirt could feel so soft and loose, and I stood for quite a while in one spot simply taking in this new reality.
This world brought me a sense of wonder which had for many years been dulled.
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Once I was satisfied with my short journey, I headed back to the opening which led to my home. Before me stood a large wooden door, which I had previously opened with ease and gently shut as to not cause suspicion. When I tried to reopen the door, I struggled – there appeared to be a barrier or lock mechanism keeping it shut. I hadn’t seen it before, so I was immensely confused as to why it was there. I pulled at the door, but it wouldn’t budge. I started to panic upon realizing the night was approaching. I ceased caring if someone would catch me, I had to get back inside before nightfall! I banged and yelped, desperate for someone to let me in. I felt utterly hopeless, until a small panel built into the door slid open, and I was met with the eyes of my mother.
I felt relieved for just a moment before realizing what her expression was saying to me.
“Don’t come back. You’ve been plagued.”
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[deerbroken]

username: deerbroken
kalon name: Gaur
prompt [700 word limit]:

“In other news, the White Rose Killer is still on the loose. Law enforcement say they have the situation under control, but residents have to wonder where the killer will strike next. We recommend avoiding travel at night or alone. Stay safe out there, folks.”

The words ring in his ears.

The White Rose Killer is still on the loose.

His hand reaches blindly for the television remote to turn the sound off, the man far too engrossed in the endless collection of notes on the murderer in question that lay scattered on his table to give the task more attention.

He knows where the killer will strike next. He’s sure of it. He’s been chasing the man for nearly a decade. He’s come so close so many times. Yet the criminal has always managed to slip through his fingers. There’s something disturbing about how easy it is for him to disappear into the back alleys of the night, and it drives him insane.

It doesn’t help that the police office has all but given up on finding the killer, too. Aside from following up on the occasional tip and cleaning up the messes he makes of their city, they do nothing. It’s deplorable. Gaur hates it, and he’s given his thoughts on the matter time and time again to the captain.

Nothing.

Nothing has been changed. Each time he addresses him, his voice is cut off once he touches the subject.

Gaur won’t let the man who took the lives of the innocent people get away. If the police won’t do anything, he’ll just have to do it himself.


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As Gaur steps out onto the street, a sudden gust of air brushes past the detective’s mane, the dark hues of his fur barely visible in the low lighting of the night. Street lamps shine dimly on the sidewalks below them, but for Gaur they only serve as a nuisance, burning his eyes as he walks briskly underneath each one. His gate is fast as he heads directly to the stakeout site he’s chosen for the night.

After years of being helpless to stop the killer, the agent opened his own private investigation business in the hopes of using his free time to look for the man alone. So far, nothing. He’s sure he’s onto something, though, and with his other job he’ll be able to take the monster haunting the streets down once he finds him.

As he approaches the watchpoint, he climbs an old rusted ladder to the top of an abandon building’s roof, binoculars in hand as he settles down on the broken air conditioner. He’ll stay out here all night if it means he might find the killer. He’s done it before, and he’ll do it again.

Some would call him obsessed with the White Rose Killer. Or deranged, for following the man’s tracks despite the obvious danger.

But he won’t let him get away. He can’t.

The night passes by with nothing of interest happening. A few strangers walk on the opposite end of the street, but none of them seem shady. By the time the sun begins to rise, the street is completely empty, no signs of the killer or a victim in sight. He sighs, standing wearily and stretching the tired bones in his body. What he wouldn’t give to go home to bed.

Too bad it’s only Tuesday.


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The hustle of early-morning work always drags on, and it doesn’t help that the man can barely keep his eyes open. Gaur took it upon himself to keep his station on top of paperwork, taking on the duty of menial tasks for the younger cops so they could spend their time out in the field. None of them want to do the work, so they’re more than happy to give him their files. It gives him more time to relax. It also allows him time for more of his own personal research and maybe even the occasional nap.

Maybe he isn’t the best detective during the day, but his nightlife serves a cause that’s going to save countless lives once he solves the case. He'll get there. It’s only a matter of time.

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[Spirit23Wolf]

username: Spirit23wolf
kalon name: Devon And Fang (Two different personality's night and day)
prompt [700 word limit]: Hello Devon or Fang im a reporter and I've heard that you are a one of a kind Kalon and have a very unique story and I was wondering if you would be willing to tell me a little bit about yourselves? Well I sure do have a story to tell and I honestly don't think you will believe me but here goes nothing by the way its is currently Devon talking Fang is sleeping because its day so its my turn to be in charge you see I have two different personality's or at least I think that's what I should call Fang But truth be told he's more like the brother I never had. Its been Fang and I for as long as I can remember I cant think of a time when he's not been in my head or I guess our head. Anyway I like to think that I am the calmer one out of both of us but I have a feeling Fang would disagree you see I tend to let my emotions get the better of me at times I can be super emotional especially when others make fun of Fang I am really protective of him and he of me. Oh hold on a second I think Fang wants to talk. Devon's eyes glaze over and you can see a change come over him the way he stands his eyes and his very presence. He suddenly bows and takes my hand kissing the top of it he looks up at me his eyes sparkling with delight and introduces himself. Hello he said my name is Fang I heard you already met my brother. There's something about him you can tell that this guy is completely different to his brother he is a clear flirt and is super full of himself but I cant help but feel attracted to him. Anyway said Fang im here to tell you about myself as my brother said normally I only take control during the night but I figured this was a special occasion and I made sure to ask Devon if I could take over early. As he said Devon is the quite and more reserved one and im the more wild side I love to spend the nights partying and enjoying myself its not like I need to sleep anyways I spend the day sleeping so during the night im free to do whatever I want whenever I want. What's your relationship with Devon, like Fang? I love Devon with all of our shared heart but he can be kind of a wimp a lot of the time if he gets in fights I will jump in and take over although I don't think he's ever really noticed and I just don't want to see him get hurt. Oh Oh you wanna see something cool we can do? Of course Fang, so what is it you want to show me? Ok just give us a second miss reporter. I once again see his eyes glaze over then one of his eyes turn a lighter colour than Fangs that's when I knew that Devon was back but when I looked at the other eye it was Fangs colour it then dawned on me that both of them could be in the body at the same time I took a step back in shock not believing what had just happened right before my eyes. And then they started talking it was weird there voices were the same yet different it was like they were one person but the two different people that I have come to know over the course of this interview. Wow was the only thing I could come up with. Im sorry they said but I cant stay like this for long it gives us a headache I could than see there eyes clouding over and the lighter colour of Devon coming back. Well I hope we answered all your questions. I cant thank you enough Devon and Fang for allowing me to interview you, You guys have given me a career defining story and for that I cant thank you enough so thank you.
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