[nyabeille]

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name: kalliope
gender: female
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[kipin]

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[OrangeSocks]

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[sobble]

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Username: Junkratss
Name: Makus
Gender: Male
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“𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖, 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤.”

I found comfort in the butterflies - for I was like them. Fragile, six-legged... Yet I had no wings with which to fly away. I was exalted, in a different sense, thrown into a spire which was built of spite, of fear for a ‘freak’... An anomaly which my town was not ready to accept as they did that beautiful butterfly - for he was not a freak.

The days were long, oh how I wished I could fly away with those sacred little butterflies, to join them on a journey I knew not of. Often, I laid in the meadows with them... Chasing them for hours past curfew, miles from my confines, cupping them in soft, steady paws which trembled not with excitement but a certain sorrow, a tinge of bittersweet admiration... Before they took flight once more before I vowed to join them in the skies one day. My spire was lonely, but life was not so cruel...

“... 𝕌𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤. 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪, 𝕀 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.”

I had always dreamed of making a difference- of releasing myself from a spire built upon fear... To build myself like a butterfly- to visit overhead and spread hope. To be more than the ‘sum of my parts’... To grow wings and be one with the butterflies - the sky.
I spent years tinkering of my own design, to build up my own skies. Then the war came... the drafts soon followed. I was scared, and still I turned to the butterflies. I was a tinkerer by origin- a fighter by force. I was drafted into engineering- at first. The fight continued to get worse... the casualties much too high to bear. Again I was moved, yet this time I was freed, cast into the skies.
I persisted as such a pilot- wracking up victories, positions, targets, losses. Yet still I carried some semblance of hope- finally joining those lovely butterflies in the sky. I had been given my wings- my honor. Everywhere I went I was recognized as a new beginning for those forlorn, grieving, and wraithed by a defeat which had preceded them... A fate which alone they could not undo. Yet I became the key to a new beginning, a change in key of the song fate strung.
Yet all good must end. We were playing a game of fate and even butterflies must falter. My wings once again were so violently ripped from me- a midnight attack on our squadron which still ghosts me on quiet nights- my wings were never to be returned, instead showing themselves not in physicality but in spirit.

“𝕄𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕞𝕖, 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖... 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗.”

In that time- I hated the butterflies. I hated that they were free while I was bedbound, devoid of everything they symbolized to me. Some days I truthfully wished that I would not recover, that I may perish along with the hope and freedom that had left me- the wings which had been ripped from me. I hated those fragile butterflies because I was one of them, transisting in a life whose fate was not up to I, but to some greater unknown- some war which I should have no place in.
I could no longer see those butterflies, it was to me as if they had disappeared when I needed them most... I began to look to the nurses instead, watching as their wings began to bud, as they restored the hope unto others.
I wanted to be a butterfly again, to see the butterflies again.. for the first time in months I wanted to recover... seeing the work of the medics made me realize, butterflies are not always in the sky. It’s alright to crawl... I may never return to the sky, but I can walk, I can still bring hope and life to those I meet, no matter how fragile I may be.
Again I sought the touch of a butterfly, now as a medic. Having spent so much time in the infirmary as a victim, I quickly began to pick up the quirks and mannerisms of a medic, first aiding in simple injuries and wounds, working up to treating cohorts and peers at the end of the day... I developed a certain passion for aiding others, I may not have been on the field, floating above, but I was instilling hope in a life not yet ended- a life that could persist at my hand. I began to advance, to take even the most dire cases as my own, I would never give in to the hand fate had dealt me, never lose another to such a cruel mistress.

“ 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕, 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕝𝕖,𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥-𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕕... 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒 𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕪, 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖, 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕕𝕠.”

To this day I live as a butterfly, though I may not be in active duty I still travel, still look to save those who can no longer save themselves. I realize the weight us butterflies carry... We are not careless but caring, loving those who do not love themselves, delivering hope where hope is lost.
Whenever I am called, I will be there. However frail I may be, I am still a butterfly, I am still me. When I was a child I loved butterflies- as I do now. They are fragile, but they are free. I wish still to fly with them, to lay with them, to bring into myself and unto others all that they embody. Everything I do and everything I have done has been inspired by those dear butterflies; for I love them so.

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Username: isabelle - Name: Éclat Brillant - Gender: Female - [930/1000 words]
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For a while, Éclat was the most beloved model of her time. It was what she loved most abo
ut her life. She was constantly on the cover of fashion magazines and many many magazine
s nterviewed her about her success. But many things changed. People started to look at h
er extra legs like they were a bad thing. She always thought they were her best trait, until
she started hearing what others thought. She heard all the comments of people calling her
ugly and "not fit to be a model" and "how do they even make clothes for her to wear! She h
as six limbs for crying out loud!"

She let those words get to her. Her first mistake. She quit modelling and hid herself away in
her home, where she tended to her garden and kept herself isolated. She spoke to few, and
lost contact with most kalons she knew. She was at her lowest point, and for a while, that
didn't change.
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"I think going to this masquerade would be fun," JoJo had been telling Eclat. She let out a si
gh. JoJo was her best friend, and one of the few she kept around after she quit modelling, b
ut he was the only one she refused to tell that she quit. She didn'twant to go out, nor did sh
e want to go to a masquerade ball. She didn't want others to see her. But it was a masquera
de ball. She could wear a mask, and a gorgeous dress, and even dance with JoJo.

"Alright, I'll go!" she said, smiling up at her best friend. He smiled back at her and chuckled,
his cheeks a slight red. "I knew you'd want to, Claire." he said, his deep voice rumbling in his
chest.The night of the ball came quickly. JoJo wore a neatly pressed suit and tie, with a top
hat. His mask was black and very ornate, feathers up one side, beads the other. He had got
ten Claire one similar, but hers was white, like her fur.

The took a limo to the ball, and JoJo smiled at Claire. He stepped out and offered her his a
rm, she took it and smiled, stepping out. The castle before them was where the ball was ho
sted, by the duke of Domfront, France. Together they approached the castle, showed their i
nvitations and went inside.

The decor was fancy, fancier then any Claire had seen before. The pair walked in amazed si
lence, looking at how fancy everything was. Music was already playing, and before she knew
it, Clair was dancing hand and hand with JoJo. The waltzes that were being played by the o
chestra seemed to be crafted just for them. They moved together in sync, and would alway
s come back to each other after they split off to dance with others. When songs would beco
me partially happy, Claire would not be. Her eyes wandered to the floor, and she thought a
bout how she betrayed JoJo, not telling him that she quit her job. Noticing this, JoJo pulled
her off to the side.

"What's the matter, Claire? You're not yourself," he said, looking down at her. She spoke no w
ords. "Claire, please. I know something's wrong. You've got to talk to me." he pressed her for
answers, but still, she didn't speak. Just as JoJo was about to speak again.

"I'm sorry, JoJo. I betrayed your trust," she spat, not making eye contact. JoJo was confused.
Betrayed him? In what way? "Claire, you're not making sense, really, what's wrong?" he asked,
his hands on her shoulders. Through a tearful gaze she looked up at him. "I quit modelling,
okat! It's something I shouldn't have kept from you, but I did!" she said, her voice louder than
JoJo expected. This news was nothing to him. He had simply guessed it. He saw all the comm
ents she was getting on her extra limbs and new she wouldn't be okay and would quit.

"Claire, I figured you quit," he said, wiping the tears that streaked her cheeks. She was shocke
d to hear those words. "But I-" her words were cut off when JoJo kissed her. Her eyes grew w
ide, but after a moment, she leaned into it. A moment later they pulled apart.

"Claire, trust me when I say you should go back to modelling. You were happiest when you wer
e walking down the catwalk. When you were preparing for photo shoots. If not for yourself or
the companies who miss you, then for me." JoJo said, his tone stern, but gentle. Claire pulled
JoJo into a hug and buried her face in his chest. "If it will make you happy, I'll go back to mod
elling." she said, looking up at him and offering a small smile. He felt a blush rise to his cheek
s. The rest of the night continued on, and they enjoyed themselves. For the first time in a lon
g time, Claire felt happy.
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The music that played with her steps down the biggest catwalk in Paris was a song by
Rihanna, called "Shine Bright Like A Diamond".

"Making her debut back into modelling, give a round of applause to Éclat Brillant!" someone an
nounced. Crowds cheered as she smiled and walked her out into the lights of the catwalk. For
the first time, she felt truly happy. She smiled at her boyfriend JoJo, who smiled at her in the
audience.

This truly was what she loved most in life. Modelling. She was so glad that JoJo convinved her
to go back to it. Her life was taking a turn for the better.

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[spirittai1]

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name: kimaya
gender: cis woman

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hfsdjkbfdjk res... she's beautiful...

[Anza]

MARk

[witchcrafting]

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Username: Vagabond
Name: Juniper
Gender: Male
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What Do They Love The Most:
The earth. The feeling of nature. The grass on bare feet, the soft breeze of winds. The beauty of each season. From the past grounds of flat grounds, and how it progressed into the rolling hills it is now. The earth is something beautiful in his eyes. He values it, believing everything has a soul. He respects the earth and takes care of it very well. The earth is a gift and that's what Juniper loves the most.

[sapphirelion]

Username: sapphirelion
Name: Sabine
Gender: female
What Do They Love The Most: (either up to 1000 words maximum OR art)
Sabine is the goddess of natural beauty and she loves most is when other kalons see the true natural beauty in themselves. Like diamonds have a natural beauty once they go through pressure, tests, and being cleaned and cut, she understands that many will never stay beautiful in their own eyes depending on what goes on around them, whatever trials they may face, or even when they change their own looks. While a select few happen to stay the same and choose to see the natural beauty in themselves everyday, like a daisy during the spring.

Sabine likes to find these select few and visit them, encouraging them to help others in seeing their own natural beauty. She has learned that by doing this she strengthens the resolves of those she helps and gives them the courage to step out further than they would have in order to help those around them.