[StrawberrySunrise]

Dropping out! Can be deleted if needed! goodluck everyone

[jaques]

username: roxi
name: Tiberious "Tubbs" McHarlen
gender: male
favorite food: hecking grilled fish of any kind. That's the shiz right there.
are they a blessing or a curse?: As a friend? They're a blessing? To a fridge? A curse. To a grocery store? A blessing. But to him, he's God himself.
1 extra: might make art.

[WolfwithWings38]

username: WolfwithWings38
name: Jack "Tubbs" Alan (Weird name, but it came up in my head XD)
gender: Male
favorite food: OMG it has to be....... Cookies n' Cream ice cream! I love it! It's really good and OOOOH SO TASTY!!!!!
are they a blessing or a curse?: I'm both (in my opinion) Other people's opinion is that I'm just an absolute blessing...........
1 extra: (optional) ART!!!!: This is I don't know what XD (I made it sadly)

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[BlackWren]

username: Dave Egbert
name: Sake
gender: Male
favorite food: White rice with fried chicken and soy sauce. It was a staple of his growing up and something he wouldn't give up for the world.
are they a blessing or a curse?: A blessing, as they eat what no mortal Kalon could possibly stomach lies and bless them with worthless wonderful gifts such as moldy cheese and sticks.
1 extra: coming soon~

[monstera]

username: dragon.
name: Vincent
gender: Male
favorite food: Vincent absolutely adores Mac & Cheese! Ever since he was a child, he has been obsessed with the cheesy noodles.
are they a blessing or a curse?: it honestly depends on who you are. if you run a restaurant in ____'s neighborhood that sells mac & cheese? well, you probably see him as a curse. (he tends to go places & eat mac and cheese, forget his wallet, say he will come back and pay but never does. has been banned from many food places)
1 extra: (optional)

heck yes wip

[rumsey]

username: ivorybear
name: Tubbs
gender: Male
favorite food: wip
are they a blessing or a curse?: curse, dang lil guy so picky wanting food all the time
1 extra: (optional) art ;o;

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[kittykore]

username:
Mimi,
name:
Tubbs
gender:
Male
favorite food:
Tubb's favorite food is Crepes preferably chocolate ones. He loves the flavor in them
any whenever he sees them being sold in shops and stands.
are they a blessing or a curse?:
Tubbs is a curse! He eats too much food and uses his parents retirement money to buy food even.

[Max]

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username: max
name: lance russel
gender: male

favorite food: ever since lance was a young kalon, he had loved anything cheesy. but the cheesy food that he couldn't get enough of was lasagna. he lived with his grandmother and grew up in her home, and while he loved his grandmother very much, he could never get enough of her cooking. it was amazing. specifically, her lasagna. he had begged her to teach him how to make it for years, but she always refused because it was a "family recipe." once he was old enough to move out, he asked her one more time if she could teach him, and this time she said yes. under one condition. he would have to promise to pass down the recipe to his family, and make them promise to pass it down to their family. the recipe could not get lost. lance agreed, of course, and still fully intends to stick to his promise, should he have a family one day.
are they a blessing or a curse?: you let out a shaky breath and wrap your arms yourself, trying to get yourself used to the chilly weather before slowly opening the door in front of you. suddenly, a very furry kalon appears, as if he was waiting for you to open the door.
"finally, i've been waiting for you! i have lasagna in the oven, it'll be ready soon. here, let me take that." he spoke quickly as he put the wooden spoon he was holding in his paws in his mouth and reached behind you and took your jacket, hanging it on the hook right by the door.
"please, have a seat. i'll be with you in a moment!" he said to you, gesturing to the couch not too far in front of you, wooden spoon still in his mouth and slightly muffling his voice which made it a bit difficult to understand him. you sat on the couch anyway, appreciating the warmth of the kalon's home.
you're a journalist for the local newspaper, and you have been asked to interview this kalon. apparently he is a waiter who is trying to become a chef, who has a "very riveting story" to tell. at least that's what he emailed to the newspaper that you work for.
a few minutes later, the kalon appears from the kitchen and takes off the oven mitts that were on his paws, setting them on the counter.
"all right, so let me get started. i can't even imagine how busy you must be today!" he exclaimed, not even making eye contact with you because he was so busy doing other little things. a multi-tasker indeed. he finally sat on the couch, and you noticed a bit of tomato sauce on his fur. out of formally, you keep it to yourself. you take out your notepad and pen.
"alright, so what's your story?" you ask him, as you take off the pen cap and set it aside.
the kalon cleared his throat.
"my name is lance, and i would like to tell you the story about the day i was cursed." he told you, this time not breaking eye contact at all.
you tried not to roll your eyes. lance spoke as if he were a child telling a scary story at a campfire.
"so it was just an ordinary day," lance continued. "i had just gotten hired at this new and lovely italian restaurant, and i went to work like normal, right?" he paused for a moment to take a breath. you had no idea why he felt the need to speak so quickly.
"well that's the thing. it wasn't normal. this place was cursed, i'm telling you."
you raised an eyebrow. "why so dramatic?"
"me? dramatic?!" he said dramatically. "just hear me out, okay?" he paused again. "so the very first day i walked in i noticed a wet floor sign. me, being the careful kalon that i am, avoided that area because i didn't want to slip, right? so i had to squeeze my way through the kitchen, but it was a bit tight, what with the restaurant being all crowded and what-not. however as i was squeezing through, i must have knocked over a glass or something because next thing i knew, it had fell to the floor and shattered into pieces. i wanted to make a good impression, so i quickly tried to clean it up before the boss noticed. anyways, that one little incident just seems like an accident right? no biggie, so i tried to push it out of my head. but hear this. later in the day once i finally started taking orders, i was waiting this table for a nice family, and everything was going great, until i bumped into one of the waitresses. she dropped one of the two bowls of spaghetti that she was holding, and it fell all over her apron. i apologized and tried to clean it up, but i ended up slipping and accidentally knocking the other bowl from her hands. you can guess what happened after that. anyways so again,just another accident, right? it was just a coincidence that both of those incidents happened the same day. at least that's what i told myself. so later, once i was finally done waiting that nice family's table, they had asked for bill so they could pay. i brought it to them of course, but while i was trying to hand it to the father, i had accidentally dropped the bill and i landed right in the grandmother's unfinished soup, which splashed up into her face. i can imagine it was pretty hot because she was freaking out, i'm telling you.
the boss told me the next day that they'd have to let me go, and honestly i just didn't understand. their restaurant is clearly cursed, so why are they taking it out on me by firing me?" lance sighed and shook his head. "so yeah, that's my story. i'd like it to be published in the newspaper so other kalons can be warned about this. i'd like to help as much as i can."
you listened carefully as he finished his story, and honestly, you were speechless for a few moments. finally, you spoke up. "honestly, lance, by the sound of it, it sounds to me like you're the cursed one, not the restaurant."
lance stared at you for a moment, looking very serious before breaking out into laughter. "please, that's the most ridiculous thing i've ever heard!" he responded. and just as he finished his sentence, a loud ding was heard from the kitchen.
"ah yes, my lasagna is ready! why don't you grab a plate and try some?"
you shrugged and tried to put his story out of your head. it did smell nice.
"sure, why not?"
1 extra (personality): as you could likely already tell from the story above, lance is a kalon who is very passionated and excited about pretty much everything. it's not easy to bring this furry guy down, and he almost always looks at the positive side of things. so what if he's cursed? it just makes him more interesting, right? at least that's the way it is in his head. that being said, lance is also very confident in himself and his skills. oh and not to mention his looks. it's not rare at all to find lance in front of a mirror admiring himself. he grooms himself quite often and quite well. he's pretty much always clean and smells nice, unless he's cooking. ah, yes. cooking. lance's #1 passion. when lance is cooking, literally nothing else matters. especially not how he looks. when he's cooking you can certainly expect there to be a least some sauce in his fur. he really doesn't pay much attention to it until after he's done, though.
one important thing to know about lance is that he really doesn't care what anyone thinks about him. he's not super rebellious or anything, he just doesn't feel the need to impress other kalons. they either like him or they don't, which is more or less his motto. it's not too difficult to go up to someone and talk to them, but sometimes he comes off a bit strong due to his passion about whatever it is he's talking about, and that can scare some kalons away.

[mimikkyuu]

Username Яapscallion
name yushido gender male

favorite food

A passion beyond passions, a love beyond any kind of dramatic romance seen in any work of dazzling opera! Yushido's adoration for the immaculate creation known to all as noodles knows no bounds! Now, how did he come across a perfectly delectable gift as that...?

As a youth poor Yushido lived life as a ragamuffin, playing on the streets and tumbling around with the other alleyway children. Food was gained through kitchens that gave to those in poverty, so he often got rice to eat. Yes, rice- that was what they were able to give, after all. The little lad eventually became bored of this bland sustenance, and started trading his food for money.

On a cold May night, Yushido was walking with a nice sum of money he'd earned from his trades, ready to buy something good to eat. Unfortunately for him there were two others behind him also looking forward to buying something good to eat- with his money. They bombarded the child, grasping the wad of cash from his paws and speeding along. So was life on the streets.

He cried pitifully as he stood, meekly continuing on. What was he to do? He'd walked all the way out here, for nothing?

"Hey, kid. You ok?"

Yushido looked to his left to see an elderly kalon pulling a cart. A peculiar scent emanated from beneath the tarp, and Yushido remembered his hunger.

"Y-Yeah..."

"Come here. I think a bit of broth can help your hurt."

The tarp was moved away, and that was the first time Yushido ever saw a yatai. Its flaps were red with white-bordered black lettering, which read 'Setting Sun's Soba'. Of course he didn't actually know what it said, and was fascinated as a table dropped down from the side. The elder brought a chair for Yushido, and went around to the other side to uncover the rest of the cart.

Vapor rose as the metal covering was taken off, and the heat warmed Yushido from the night's chilly air. He looked and saw food he'd never seen before, from onion rings to squid rings, yakitori to takoyaki, and-

"What's that?"

Yushido had spotted the noodles. There were different lengths, different colors. They interested the young kalon.

"These? They're noodles- an essential part of everybody's diet, I say! Only true men can handle the salt and spice, but you're only a little lad, so I'll spare you the pain."

He took a bowl out, and scooped some thin, grey noodles with a ladle.

"This here is my shop's pride and joy- soba! The best noodles there can be. Try some, kid."

Yushido looked at the strange soup before him, slightly nervous about consuming something that didn't look so consumable with such a color. He took the fork given to him, took a few noodles, and...

This was his first time eating noodles. The slurp, the pinch of saltiness, the warm soup... oh, how it made a surefire path to his fate. On that night he tried every kind of noodle, tried every side and every kind of soup flavor. The elder was happy, seeing how much joy his cooking gave to the raggedy child. Soon after, Yushido took an apprenticeship from the kindly man, and was taught in the fine art of noodle making. He worked hard to perfect this art, and in time became the new owner of the 'Setting Sun's Soba'.

Funny how life works out, eh?

are they a blessing or a curse?

Now the owner of the 'Setting Sun's Soba', Yushido goes out in the evenings and opens shop on paths where people are bound to come across the enthralling scent of his cooking. Many have tried his array of noodles, from previous and new regulars to one-time customers.

Many regulars call him a 'kindly devil in white fur', his cooking absolutely splendid but always with a kick to it. From tear-jerking saltiness to spice from the pits of hell's hottest fires, many customers cannot resist the rush of temptation that comes with the offer of such an experience.

One-time or occasional customers call him the 'whitest cook down the lane', referring to his coat as a symbol of purity. They can attest to his noodle soups containing a feeling of 'comfort', 'tranquility', and 'friendliness'.

These words may seem odd to describe food as, and especially to describe one who cooks food from a cart, but once you try Yushido's soba you'll understand why.

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