[maritime.]

username: EverdaleDreamers
name: Bastion
gender: male
personality:

Major wip

[Croft]

username: PolskaLisiczka
name: Thorn
gender: male
personality: evil, intelligent, brave

He is so pretty, i love his design!

[myü]

mark !!

[bucky.]

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Name; Jett // Gender; Male // Age; 17
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Jett is dark but creative, pessimistic but passionate. He hates himself but thinks he's better than everyone else at the same time.

✓ Poetry, descriptive writing
✓ The Dark
✓ Mystery Novels
✓ Roses/dying roses

✗ Video Games
✗ Sweet Candy
✗ Walmart
✗ Theme Parks

-Stressed Out [TOP]
-Screen [TOP]

-"Why should I fear the dark? When the masks people wear in the sun are far more terrifying?"
-"I wish I could go back to a time when I could smile-and it didn't take everything in me to do it."
-"Hello, darkness, my old friend."

Jett was raised in an orphanage as a young child- abandoned by his parents and unwanted. He never got along well with other kalons, so he never really made any friends-not the Jett cared. Over the years, many kalons from the orphanage were brought in, adopted, and gone, off with their new, loving, families. Jett was never adopted. He wasn't one of those cute or sweet kids that adults look at and think: "That looks like a great kid!".
His situation became even worse as he became a teenager. School was depressing for Jett, and he ended up skipping more than actually attending school, and joined gangs and got into fights. He didn't really talk very much, and he became very pessimistic and harsh. The orphanage directors were beginning to worry, as Jett was becoming a burden and was giving their orphanage a bad reputation. So, like any sensible director- they sent him away.

I didn't have time to add all that I wanted to c:

[persay]

username:Wolfy858
name: In the Dead of Night//Wisper
gender: Male
personality: Secretive,untrustwervy,mysterios,bold,aragant

[lacewing]

username: Just.Apathy

name: Pluto Hawley
gender: Male
personality:
Pluto is a quiet folk, not very quick to be friendly with kind strangers. He can be very withdrawn, and is quiet at many times. His personality fits his work, music. He can express all of his emotion and unspoken apologies within the rhythm of the music. He is quite ]talented, and is not shameful in his pride. He feels closest to his true self when he plays, especially the piano, and loves his job more than anything or anybody else. He is quick to forgive and forget.

[sashiyaki]

i'd totally try out but my imagination is horrible.


of course it's by finch

[Thelastsilhouette]

username: thelastsilhouette
name: Chronos
gender: male
personality: quiet and typically brooding. He's constantly looking at others with a firmly set scowl on his face. Has a short temper and no tolerance for peppy personalities. A loner and sometimes melancholic, he doesn't always want to be lonely but prefers it over pretending to like others he can not stand.

[lyxa]

Art by zombie, ♥

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ᴜᴤᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ|

lyxa

ɴᴀᴍᴇ|

RAZIEN Falsk
[RAH•zee•en FAL•sik]

ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ|

Raz

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ|

Male ♂

ᴀɢᴇ|

Young Adult [late 20's]

ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ ᴤɪɢɴ|

Scorpio
"Scorpio is the astrology sign of extremes and intensity. Scorpios are very
deep, intense people, there is always more then meets the eye. They
present a cool, detached and unemotional air to the world yet lying
underneath is tremendous power, extreme strength, intense passion and a
strong will and a persistent drive. Scorpios have a very penetrative mind, do
not be surprised if they ask questions, they are trying to delve deeper and
figure things out and survey the situation. They always want to know why,
where and any other possible detail they can possibly know. Scorpio's are
very weary of the games that other people try to play and they are very
aware of it. Scorpios tend to dominate and control anyone that lets them, or
anyone that they find weak. The person that a Scorpio respects and holds
close to them is treated with amazing kindness, loyalty and generosity. On
the outside, a Scorpio has great secretiveness and mystery. This
magnetically draws people to them. They are known to be controlling and
too ambitious but only because they need control for this makes them feel
safe." source

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ|

Demisexual
"A demisexual is a person who does not experience sexual attraction unless
they form a strong emotional connection with someone."

ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ|

Freelance Mercenary / Hunter for Hire

ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪᴤᴛ|

Fantasy ;; Vixx
↳ I made a wish under the bloodshot sky //
That this would all be a dream when I open my eyes //
But it didn’t come true

Lie ;; BTS
↳ Caught in a lie //
Find me when I was pure //
I can’t be free from this lie //
Give me back my smile

Bermuda Triangle ;; Fanxy Child
↳ The view from the top is beautiful //
But I know the danger of the height //
Because I experienced the bottom

Bonnie & Clyde ;; Dean
↳ I’ll hold you //
Even when the world turns its back on you //
You can lean on me //
We are no more than friends //
I know I know

Bad ;; Infinite
↳ Even your lies are sweet //
Your lips are like a warning, like a red //
You whisper in my ears //
Lose my focus because of your spell

Rain ;; Taeyeon
↳ When it rains, the memories fall down and the pain spreads //
I look at you that starts pouring out //
Then I freeze in the times that are so clear, as I am wet with the memories

The Last ;; Agust D
↳ The monster called success that I paid with my youth, wants more wealth //
The greed that used to be my tool is now turning to swallow me, ruin me and put a leash around my neck //
Some people forcefully cover my mouth and tell me to swallow this forbidden fruit

ᴘᴇʀᴤᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ|

Razien broods with an air of silence and has fierce, albeit
alluring, eyes that always seem to glower at fauna and
flora alike as if they are either on a different plane from
where he stands or prey to be hunted. He expects respect
and - be warned - his bite is definitely worse than his
bark. He doesn't like to meddle in the affairs of others; as
a hunter and fighter, he prefers to be inconspicuous and
lingers on the fringes of others' lives. He tends to be high-
strung, and can burst out in flares of anger or cynicism.
Raz enjoys being one step a head of everyone else. His
industrious brain is always looking for that next riddle hit
to keep him moving forward. In any confrontation he
always goes through his options efficiently and carefully.
He never overthinks things, but he's careful to think
before he acts. His remarkable intelligence and insight
lead him to operate on logic alone, and he values
efficiency and probabilities over the circumstances and
feelings of others. Razien is a silent kind of killer, and
does not tend to speak unless spoken to. He's not afraid to
kill, though does not find too much pleasure in doing so
except if it's an enemy. He prefers stick to the shadows
and side-lines in combat, dark fur blending in with the
darkness and moonlight and giving him cover to silently
sneak up on an enemy, dispatch them, and slink off
without a trace. The fighting style he uses if Krav Maga -
quick and dirty. He also prefers to ambush and
immobilize his target first to prevent excessive injury.
He's good at watching others, even other animals, to pick
up techniques to use when fighting of hunting [whether it
be prey or an enemy], or simply get a profile of someone
else. He's good at reading between the lines and seeing
things that others are not saying. To him, the eyes are the
windows to the soul and he often times uses them to
understand someone. While he's good at being quiet and
being cunning, those skills do not relate to being social or
allowing others to get to know him. Unlike most Kalons,
he is more cooped up in emotions instead of a open and
sharing type. Some things are just meant to be left unsaid.
Razien has never been one to bow to anyone, even those
said to be in authority. Always striving to be ahead of others,
his reckless and ambitious traits always come off strong
when first greeting the male. Instead of fearing change,
he embraces and makes it his own, even if that means risking
friendships and loyalties with those he sees as holding nothing
of “value” to him anymore. He organizes people by what
they can offer to him and how they will help advance him
in the world and in the business of being the one to instill
change. However, his instinctive need to always be on top
of every situation brings forth his own insecurities of being
left behind and being discarded himself. This natural lack
of trust is what he has carried on his shoulders since he
was a young kalon that had still been fighting to earn a
place in the world. Learning to bury and remove most emotion
from his palette, he purposely distances himself and displays
little to no feeling. He could claim all he wants that he has
his emotions under lock and key, but certain situation can
so very easily unravel them. Despite his distance from social
affairs, once his shell of stiff stubbornness is pierced, he is
quite vulnerable to the kindness and comfort of others.

ʙʀɪᴇᴈ ʜɪᴤᴛᴏʀʏ|

When Razien was a young Kalon, he was caught,
vulnerable, in a raging storm. He was not accustomed to
the booming clashes of thunder, so he initially thought
that the sounds were the roars of an enormous beast that
was hunting him. He scrambled through the howling
winds and piercing raindrops for hours on end, convinced
that he was running away from an omnipresent predator.
This terrifying ordeal left Raz scarred both mentally and
physically - he suffered numerous gashes on his forelegs
from jagged thorn bushes in his haste to escape. Since he
has never told his story to anyone else, no Kalon knows
exactly why he developed the abnormal phobia; many
thought that the fear would wear off as he aged and
became more mature. However, the particular fear stuck
with him, even though he now knows deep in his heart
that the sound of thunder is harmless. Since then, Razien
has demanded of himself to always follow the laws
of logic, never to fall prey to fatal fantasies ever again.
But when the sky darkens and the earth shakes with the low
rumbles of thunder, Raz's old fear makes his heart quicken.


Fear took its toll, and as Raz matured, he grew increasingly stoic,
cold, and distant from his kin. He finally deciding to leave the
comfort of his family and friends behind. With ephemeral
memories of home and the ones who raised him, Raz
forced himself to keep moving forward without hesitation.
Such a separation had not been easy at first, yet it grew
easier as time wore on. He took up a variety of odd jobs to
earn some quick cash during that time, allowing him to
gain valuable experience and understanding of what goes
on behind the scenes of the world. Years later, a bored Raz
with paws itching for action went off to join the military to
polish his fighting skills and sate his battle thirst. Half a
decade later he left to join the private fighting castes with
like-minded companions for better pay, amongst other
things. As a fighting practitioner with wanderlust, he
accepted jobs from the unscrupulous. Mystery was a piece of
jewelry to be worn by his class of hunters who knew how to
stalk in the safety of the shadows. His movements were
flexible, smooth, and silent. It was quite easy to express
intimidation or dread when confronted by him. Raz's stealth
and combat prowess was unmatched. His infamy became
legend, and in the depths night, when people thought no
one was listening, they would whisper about "the one with
the crown of thorns"...

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➢x❝ Listen, and you will know,
Wᴀᴛᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. ❞
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ᴍɪɴɪ ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ|

☁ The cool night air rustled among the tall trees, which stood silhouetted against the pale moon as if the ground were reaching out with dark claws to snatch the shining stars. Suddenly, the gentle wind became a harsh gust of frosty air, and it blew dark clouds across the moon, causing somber shadows to obscure the earth. The sky rumbled with distant thunder as looming grey clouds began rolling in. Razien's paws thudded against the soft forest undergrowth, body hunched against the strong gusts of wind. He seemed to shrink as the first droplets of the icy rain pelted his hunched shoulders, and immediately dark memories of his childhood incident boiled to the surface of his mind. He flattened his ears against his head and curled his lips into a bitter snarl, glaring at his invisible enemy. His heart fluttered with a kindling of fear, and Raz shoved his rising nausea down with a vicious shake of his head. Thunder crashed again and he bit back a howl of terror, delving deeper into the shadows and snaking around trees and rocks. The darkness that clocked him was shattered as a flash of lightning streaked across the ominous black sky. He stiffened, tensing his muscles to burst into a run to flee the unforgiving monster of rain and thunder and lightning that pursued him tirelessly. As he pushed off the ground, the fur on his neck snagged onto a jagged branch of a thorn bush. Immediately he felt an acute flare of pain, and he twisted in mid-air, hitting the wet ground with a dull thump. The long-paled scars on his legs from his youth suddenly beginning to throb fiercely. Razien erupted in a burst of fury and frustration, and pulled himself shakily to his feet. He bit down on a branch, ignoring the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. The bush thrashed wildly as he teared away tendrils of thorns. In a feverish haste he crafted a circle of thorns and threw it onto his head. His breathing slowed to quiet shudders, and he closed his eyes against the relentless sheets of rain. The thunder rumbled again, and as it dwindled to silence, Razien opened his eyes to the ashen sky, his crown of thorns casting ragged shadows on his face like an ebony halo.

Art by darling feathers ♥

❝ it's just a f a n t a s y
this pain grows like a thorn
like a night without its moon
it's an emptied sign
my tragedy
if a single path reveals itself
save me f a n t a s y. ❞

[.lucifer]

username:
.sans
name:
Kavian
gender:
Male

wip art

personality:
Detached, tempermental, restless.
As someone with a very strong interest in the way the mind works,
Kavian almost obsessively watches,
observes,
deconstructs,
and calculates other kalons.
A genius for his age,
he likes to test his knowledge on other kalons sometimes.
He can sometimes forget
that they are in fact not data,
or things to be claimed.
Some might even call him insane.
He can sometimes develop a certain liking for specific kalons.
Some might call it infatuation.
Others might call it stalking.
If,
or once,
we should say,
these kalons were to...
step out of line, or fight, or anger Kavian...
they would find themselves being lashed out at.