[HowlToTheWind]

username: HowlToTheWind
kalon name: Lafayette "Cinnamon"
who did I use to be?: I used to be someone who defended themself. I used to be someone who loved themself. I used to be someone who knew exactly who I was, or so I thought. I was a boy, with a dream. A dream to save lives. To give people hope. More importantly, a dream to be proud of. A dream others deemed impossible, but in my oh so fragile mind, it seemed so possible. So perfectly possible. Oh, how I broke my fragile mind with my impossible dreams. I slowly realized, I'm no man. I'm no expert. I'm nothing, I'm a... Monster... With dreams that I would do anything, anything, to achieve. And I did. I hurt them, I hurt them all. Oh how I wish I could go back, to tell myself that I would hurt them. That... That I would hurt him... I was a fool. I was.... A monster. But now, if I look like a monster, maybe... Just maybe... I will learn to change.

I was a beast. A horrible beast. (172 Words)

[Harley_skyy]

username: Starry_Nightz
kalon name: Erin
who did I use to be?:
Who did I used to be? This question, it lingers in the back of my mind everyday. Cheerful? Social? Happy? I guess you could say that, I loved every aspect of life whatever life gave me I was ready to take it on. This all changed that day, that horrible day, the day I remember so clearly yet still question how it happened.

I was never the extrovert type of person, I usually kept to myself, although the one thing that I was proud of was… My coat. I got lots of compliments for its beautiful design and colouring, this was the one thing that made me happy about myself when it came to socialising. “Oh your coat is stunning!” I would often hear when I met someone, I usually replied with a sheepish thanks. Exactly a month ago...I never knew it would be the day of my demise. I was out watching my younger sister practicing laps, I had never been good at physical activity and often wished I had been as athletically inclined as her. Then, at that moment I took a sharp sniff of air… smoke, rapidly clogging the air.

I started to panic, almost in an instant a wild fire arose from the tree were my sister had fallen asleep. I bolted to the tree screaming “KIARA WAKE UP!!” At the top of my lungs, but it was too late. I grabbed her and threw her out ahead of the fire, I didn’t have time to think about myself.

This is my story, the reason I keep to myself, I don’t want people to see me, not like this. I hide myself with these bandages, but it doesn’t hide my pain, Kiara was burned that day too, I will never forgive myself.


297/300 I will not tell you how I managed to cut this down to 297, I had to get rid of quite a few sentences rip ;w;

Haven't drawn a Kal in my semi realistic style yet, oof. Well, there's a first time for everything (:

[echo into void]

username: echo into void
kalon name: norman
who did I use to be?:

i used to be the most amazing secret agent of my time. i would go undercover for all of these missions. I was living out my childhood dream. then one day, it all came crashing down.

all i could hear were the screams. all i remember was slowly opening my eyes to the devastation before me. i didn't even feel the pain at first. i was in too much shock. my hearing was fuzzy as i tried standing on all fours. i collapsed immediately. that's when the pain hit me. i looked down at my body only to see red. blood red. i was covered.

"what happened to you?!" i hear as i try standing once more. i looked up slowly and saw my boss. or at least i think it was my boss.

"i don't know. i don't remember anything," i replied.

just then, something came flying out of nowhere and hit my in the middle of my forehead. i fell back as everything started to go black. i saw my boss yelling for help above me just before the world slipped away.

now i'm here. i don't know exactly where this is, but i guess it's my home now. i'm wrapped in some sort of bandage and i can't remove it. i'm only assuming it's because of the wounds i managed to sustain during my final mission. at least now i can watch over my friends and family. i want to make sure they don't get hurt like i did. (254/300)

[Fernathy]

username: Fernathy
kalon name: Safiya
who did I use to be?:

"A beacon of hope, for some. I'd like to think that i gave a second chance, to the wayward and lost. Those who's future seemed so bleak."

Safiya was a medic in a climate that wasn't so forgiving. The sun's scorching hot rays only aggravated any ailment one may have, and to see someone suffering pierced her heart. She started a rather secluded establishment in a dingy place where only common people knew of. She knew what it was like. She's watched so many of her friends, family, pass from illnesses that could have so easily been cured if someone had paid attention to it. Yet she knew the fears that come with getting help all too well. Being too poor, too old. Running from the law. Fear of being institutionalized. She's seen it all. Her small clinic slowly picked up speed as she helped people of all backgrounds. Her patients were incredibly grateful. Disbelieving, even. They swore she was Sekhmet in disguise, either granting them a blessing or playing a very cruel trick. To this, she'd chuckle. She was no healing goddess, but she let them believe it.

Though, there was a cruel twist. As she healed those in need, she slowly weakened from her own illness. A silent killer. Gut feeling screamed that it was something terminal. It almost frustrated her--How could she treat dozens upon dozens of patients, save countless lives, yet couldn't save her own? But she trusts the gods. Her time has come. She felt them calling her long ago. Instead of trying to defy her fate, she embraced it. She paid her respects. Weighed her sins. And most notably worked on finding the perfect embalming techniques so that at her soul will be able to peacefully return to her body in the afterlife.

[Kaizoku]

username: Kaizoku
kalon name: Hatshepsut
who did I use to be?: "I used to be one of power - respected, loved... deified by those around me. My memory is foggy, but the feeling in my bones is not. This feeling is vivid, nostalgic, and reaches out to my consciousness, praying and pleading of the return of my old life – the life where I was a servant of the sun, where those around me loved the very ground I walked upon. I was a god in their minds, or was I simply a god? The feelings in my bones do not tell me. They plead with my mind, fighting for and against my forgotten memories. My head is a jigsaw puzzle, missing pieces and fragments, only leaving me with a skeleton of who I once was - a single drop in the middle of a roaring, swollen river.

I recall being a rock in the lives of those around me, being the sun the shone through the clouds – but did I also burn the Earth? I was a leader, but I don’t remember what I was leading. I was loved, but what’s the point of being loved if you don’t remember the reason why?

I still plead and pray to the sun every day, that is the only thing that has followed me through my lives, the thing that makes me want to know who I was. It warms my skin, my bones, my face… it tells me my past life matters, I matter. It coos one word to me, over and over, as if the sun itself wants me to remember who I once was, though it only adds confusion and agony…

It says “pharaoh”.

"The sun will shine on me no matter how many lives I pass through"

[Thebattleangel]

username: Surroundingcrystals
kalon name: Sekhment
who did I use to be?: Sekhment used to be the ruler of an ancient Egyptian palace. The palace he ruled was called Abdeen, Sekhment used to be the ruler of an ancient Egyptian palace. The palace he ruled was called Abdeen, Sekhment had a single offspring when he was in the body of his normal self, his offspring was named Uma. She admired and looked up at her father with the upmost respect, his people adored him, the often called him “god.” His people believed that he was sent from the heavens to help them to be strong, to be great because that’s exactly what he was doing for them, he enjoyed everyday seeing his kingdom ready to take on the world at a moments notice. When he passed away his kingdom still stayed as strong as ever knowing it would have been what he wanted, they elected his teenage daughter to be their ruler because she was the only offspring of the god Sekhment. Sekhment was very stern but fun, easily angry but sweet but he mostly kept his anger hidden so his people would not be frightened of him it was always a hard task to do. He would always push through the toughest of obstacles, he would never give up on anything, he would never stop trying repeatedly just to get things right, this is one of the reasons why his people adored him, his forever growing courage, his forever growing faith in his people that they will be able to make it through the struggles and come out the end stronger, wiser and closer then they ever were before.

[endless shelter;;]

username: endless shelter;;
kalon name: Edrice
who did I use to be?:
Your eyes widen as a wrapped hand pokes out from a gap in the 'door' of the grave in the tomb, you're look gives the signal of fear and apology that is of fear for the events happening.
Has Bastet got your tongue? She chuckles darkly, Well if you get it freed, reveal what you're doing here and why you are rummaging through my treasures.
You can only stutter your way through as she gets out more, the opening pushed away completely as she gets up, and her movements are slow and jagged.
How about listening to my story from these walls, and you get a little look around, and if you behaved especially nicely, i'll let you have a little souvenir for your find. She purrs, before blowing at the walls, revealing hieroglyphics painted across, looking new as ever.
I'll keep it shorty and sweet. It began with a little life of a merchant's daughter, simple trade, learning the hooks of buying and selling again for a bigger price, but that isn't the interesting part. The interesting part is once got in a scuffle with a group of young mercenaries. After that I promised them some treasure if they did a few errands for me, just a bit of snatching, that's all, and also a few lessons on battles. Then we grew close friends, and slowly began attracting more kalons to join me. Giving them rewards for tasks, and then it grew to something much more. The pharaohs got mad at me, as it seemed I have gotten more respect for rewarding so many for 'evil' tasks. It came to my end. Captured and taken to a pit of starving beasts and eaten alive. What you see here is the works of the mercenaries, their gifts, their thanks.

[discontinued.]

Are the bandages going to be removed so the entire design can be seen?

[shortstop]

username: shadow9119
kalon name: Aileas
who did I use to be?: 300/300
"I was a police officer, but..."
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"I did something stupid."
Aileas could hear Milo running a tired hand through his hair. She flinched.
"Yeah, stupid is putting it mildly," Milo sighed. "You put a man in the hospital, Ailee. He could die."
"But he deserved it!" Aileas protested, clenching her free hand into a fist. "The way he was treating those kids was just wrong!"
"I know, I know; I'm not saying you were wrong," Milo replied calmly. Aileas could feel herself tearing up.
"I don't want to go to jail, Milo," she murmured. There was a long silence which made Aileas tense. She wasn't built for jail. She'd die in there.
"I have an idea, but it's highly likely that you'll get a worse sentence if you get caught," Milo finally said. "You're going to have to trust me."
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Aileas crouched down as low as she could behind the stack of crates. Milo's idea was crazy, but if she played her cards right she could get away from this place and start a new life. Wrapping the bandages more tightly around her chest and arms, she turned around and checked to make sure she was getting inside the right crate. Milo had pulled some strings and forged some documents, and Aileas was traveling to a different city on a giant ship. Disguised as a museum display mummy, there was no way she would be caught.
The shipyard guards finally moved so that she was out of their sight, and Aileas pulled the lid off of the crate as quietly as she could. She slipped inside and replaced the lid, nervously tightening the bandages again. She was officially labelled as a criminal now; the warrant for her arrest had come in the mail earlier that morning. But come a week from now, that wouldn't matter. Aileas would be free.

[Goner.]

username: Goner.
kalon name: Khaleesi
who did I use to be?:
I used to be a queen. Everyone worshiped me. They loved me. They followed all of my orders. They were loyal to their queen. Some even said they’d go as far as to die for me. Though, I was mistaken. Not everyone was loyal. Not everyone loved me. A small group of others despised their queen. They wanted me dead. So, they took that extra step. It was the royal party where I had grown a year older. I took a sip of my fine wine, only to begin choking. My breathing was restricted and my vision slowly faded. They had poisoned me for fear that I might ruin the kingdom. My body was never put to proper rest because that group didn’t allow it and now I’m a lone spirit seeking my revenge on the ones who wronged me.