[nyoovi]

username; beep boop
name; Lecter
gender; Male
link to your kalons; wip - they're being approved
song; xxx

#noregrets

[MelMellyMel]

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃

Username; MelMellyMel
Link to your kalons; <3 Val <3 Remus <3

Name; Reagan (pronounced as ree-gin with a hard g)
Meaning: little king
Gender; Male

𝒪𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇

Foster care, Reagan himself knew that his life would land him there sooner or later, and there he was. Dealing with a social worker he didn't want to talk to, and surrounded by officials in case he decided to fly the coop. He'd nearly made it, turning seventeen only recently had given Reagan hope that he had a chance to make it to his eighteenth and skip the whole ordeal all together. He was very sadly mistaken.

Then again, on his seventeenth birthday he had a gang of sorts to back him up, a family to an extent. As family-like as a group of misfit kids that ended up living their childhoods out on the streets could be. They did what they had to do in order to survive, plain and simple. Anything that had to be done to get the basic essentials: food, water, and shelter (clothing too). Turns out that running from the inevitable sure was harder when you had to do it alone.

Reagan couldn't quite remember how they'd all gotten together to form their little group. The memories of his early childhood were very fuzzy. What he did know was that somewhere along the way he had been elected leader. Looking back, Reagan wasn't very good leader material in the beginning, but over time he morphed his way of thinking to benefit not just himself, but the entire group of people under his semi-responsibility.

Suddenly decisions he wouldn't make, because basic morals and such, he was forced to decide on, and usually he'd have to go with the choice he didn't want to do. Should we or should we not steal water bottles from that family's cooler while they're all out in the lake? Will we steal the twenty dollar bill that elderly woman dropped while rummaging through her wallet? More often than not that answer was yes.

Reagan had put on the facade of a selfless leader, but who was he kidding? What he was doing, what he was saying, wasn't him. He'd put everyone else he cared for above himself and lied to himself for their sake. The problem with this was that as he got older he wanted out, he wanted to acknowledge who he really was inside, not the mask of the leader he portrayed.

Slowly he'd changed the way he made decisions. More often than not he'd opt out of pick-pocketing wallets from passing folks, and things of the like, things that would normally be bringing them money and supplies to survive. The sudden change did not go unnoticed by the gang, and they began questioning him. Before long, the questioning turned into demanding, and Reagan felt like a king at the mercy of his upset subjects. It seemed as if at any second he'd be overthrown from his position of power as the tensions between him and the rest of the gang grew. He felt isolated from the only people he'd ever considered to be family, but every family had disagreements, right?

Turns out that what was happening was more than just a little disagreement. One night, a night like any other, Reagan had gone to sleep in the dry, canopied alley that the rest of the group had settled in. The next morning Reagan awoke alone, the others no where in sight with no sign of them being nearby. All their stuff was gone, not a single thing left behind. They'd also taken everything had had, his jacket, a necklace which was the only reminder of his life outside of the streets, and what little money he had left. The only thing he had as an explanation was a quick and sloppily written note.

'When you hold the key to everything, don't take it for granted. Someone may just take away the lock all together.'

From then on it had just been Reagan on his own. Without a larger group of people to help him and protect him he had to revert back to some of his older ways of survival from before the gang's existence. Dumpsters became all you can eat buffets, rain barrels became public watering holes, and any sort of travel was sparse. Less travel also sadly meant that locals would catch on that he didn't exactly have a home.

So that's how the authorities eventually had been notified of there being a homeless boy in the area. When they'd come for him Reagan did not run, he knew it'd only go to waste. That's how he found himself where he was. Sitting with a social worker he didn't want to talk to, and surrounded by officers to keep him there.

Just like that, one second he'd been the king of everything, and the next his throne was pulled out from under him.

𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹

𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹

"Hey, Reagan, you want to go play catch with us?" The question was called out by a kid nearly half Reagan's age. He was following a hoard of other young Kalons heading toward the double doors leading outside the dormitories.

"No, you guys have fun, I don't feel up to it today." He answered as he continued to stare up at the stark ceiling from his top bunk. The rhythmic creaking of the surely ancient bed frame as he swung his leg off the side lulled his mind into a limbo.

"But you say that everyday!" The young Kalon called back.

"Because everyday I don't feel like it."

"Whatever you say, Reagan. Come out if you change your mind though!" With that being said the youngster bolted out of the dormitories to catch up to the others that had headed out. This left Reagan with just his thoughts. It had been a month since he'd arrived there, and as expected no one showed much interest in him. It seemed to Reagan that he was going to be spending his last year of childhood in this place, and once he turned eighteen he'd be kicked out and onto the streets again. Honestly, why did anyone bother if they knew as well as him that that's what was going to happen?

"It's a good thing you declined that offer to play with them," the sudden appearance of a voice startled Reagan and he nearly rolled off the top of the bunk bed, "we've got places to be." He turned to see his social worker leaning against the doorframe leading into the small room.

"Where exactly are these places, and why are you taking me?" Reagan asked.

"Wherever you want to go, but you can't just stay cooped up inside."

"What if I said that I didn't want to go anywhere?" Reagan asked.

"Then I'd reply by saying you have no choice." The older Kalon said. Reagan made eye contact with them and just stared. They seemed to stare at eachother for an eternity before Reagan finally broke eye contact with a sigh.

"The park it is then."

~~~

If Reagan closed his eyes he could pretend that his life hadn't been turned on its head. He was laying in the grass with a comforting warmth on his face coming through gaps in the tree leaves above. If he really used his imagination, he could almost hear the old gang arguing over who had to push who on the swings. They may have been hardened by the streets, but they all were still kids at heart.

The reality was that not too far away there was his social working watching over him. For what other reason than to make sure he didn't just decide to high-tail it? If he turned toward the swings all he'd see were still innocent kids oblivious to the hardships of life having fun on their own, and not struggling kids who had to grow up too fast that were just trying to enjoy what childish pleasures they had left. The fact was that his life had changed, and drastically.

"Excuse me?" An unfamiliar voice was what met Reagan's ears. "Could you please move?"

Reagan opened his eyes to be momentarily blinded by the sun, making him put his paws over his eyes to allow him to examine the stranger. He was a pretty standard looking Kalon that didn't look to be out of his twenties yet. His fur and hair were varying shades of green with the only pop of color on him being orange. He was carrying a tray of flowers in all shapes, sizes and colors, along with a trowel and pair of gloves. He must have been a gardener of some sort. His eyes looked to be filled with impatience, or was it annoyance? This made Reagan realize that he still hadn't complied to his request.

"Sorry! Yeah, I can move." Reagan said.

"It's no worry." The gardener replied, but his tone of voice clearly showed that he was not very happy. Regardless, as Reagan rolled away from under the tree, the Kalon immediately got to work. As the gardener worked, Reagan couldn't help but feel mesmerized. He never thought watching someone plant a flower could be so interesting, but it was. From the expertly practiced way the Kalon seemed to dig a hole just big enough for the flower in question, to how they packed the dirt back into the hole with added fertilizer to create a precious little mound for the flower to rest in.

"If you're going to stick around, no idea why you want to, we may as well introduce ourselves. My name's Val. What about you?" The gardener, Val, suddenly said after some awkward minutes of Reagan just staring while he worked.

"Reagan, my name's Reagan. Er, I could leave if you want? Sorry to be a bother." He moved to get up as he finished talking.

"No, you can stay! I don't mind at all, I actually prefer to have company while I work." The previous edge from Val's voice seemed to have completely disappeared.

"Ah, if you say so," Reagan repositioned himself to where he was once again perched looking over Val's work, "not like I have anything else to do anyway."

"You didn't seem to be doing much before I got here either. What's up with that?" Val asked.

"I got dragged here by my social worker-"

"Social worker?" Val cut him off, sounding genuinely shocked. "You don't look the age to have a social worker."

"I might as well not be, I'm seventeen." Reagan said.

"You're seventeen and you still haven't gotten adopted. That's kind of sad." Val replied as he finished planting the second flower next to the first.

"No, I'm seventeen and just recently got placed into the system after being picked up off the streets by CPS. I don't know which is worse to be honest with you."

"You're joking! You really were stuck in that position?"

"Yup, ever since I can remember. It's whatever though, it's what I'm used to. I'll be back there soon enough."

"What do you mean?" Val asked.

"I doubt I'll get adopted before my eighteenth. So it's back to the streets for me by then"

"No!" Val exclaimed so loudly that a few Kalons turned to look at them?

"What do you mean no? It's what's going to happen."

"I won't let it happen." Val said this as he was plucking a flower from its tray, and the force he used nearly caused him to snap it in half. He quickly relaxed his grip not wanting to kill the delicate flower.

""How will you manage that?" Reagan replied, genuinely curious.

"I'll adopt you." Val said very seriously.

"You? We're close enough in age to be brothers!"

"So? I'm well above the age of eighteen, why shouldn't I?"

"Well, I don't know..."

"Exactly, I-"

"Is everything alright here?" A third voice entered the conversation.

"Yeah, everything's just dandy." Reagan replied to the elder Kalon as Val turned to see who had approached them.

"Oh, are you Reagan's social worker?" Val asked.

"Yes, that's me. What's it to you?"

"You don't happen to have your card on you, do you?"

"As a matter of fact, I do!" The social worker said and shortly afterward offering one to Val.

"Expect a call from me later this week." Val said as he grabbed the card.

"Very well. Reagan, are you ready to go?" Reagan looked over to the now semi-circle of flowers surrounding the trunk of the tree, wishing he'd get to see it completed.

"I guess so. Bye, Val, I'll see you around!"

"Bye, Reagan!"

~~~

"So who was that?"

"A friend I made."

"A friend that wanted my card?"

"Yup."

"Does he want to adopt you?"

"You'll have to wait to find out."

"I'll take that as a yes." Reagan only smiled in reply.

"Hey, Reagan, do you want to play now?" A shout from across the courtyard called out. Reagan contemplated the offer for a second, glancing from the building in front of him and to the courtyard.

"Yeah, I want to play too!" He finally shouted as he started his sprint toward the group of young Kalons.

"I knew you'd change your mind!"

𝒱𝒾𝓋𝒶 𝓁𝒶 𝒱𝒾𝒹𝒶 - 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 link

[Echos]

marking to watch,, I have more than ten lovely kiddos, but this bab is a cutie and I wanna see where they end up <33

[seijuu]

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[Grian]

credit goes to this user

King of anything
You sound so innocent, all full of good intent you swear you know best.
But you expect me to jump up on board with you and ride off into your delusional sunset
I'm not the one who's lost.
With no direction oh but you'll never see
You're so busy makin' maps with my name on them in all caps you've got the talkin' down
just not the listening
so who cares if you disagree
you are not me
Who made you king of anything?

username;
.ss.
name;
Faith
gender;
Male
link to your kalons;
I don't own any Kalons ;;

𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓲'𝓭 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓯 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓲 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽
Personality;
Faith is very shy, quite a big push over and his anxiety tends to get them best of him. Though when he can overcome his shyness and anxiety he can be fairly rude and sassy, as this tends to happen when he gets frustrated when its clear to see he's being used by others. Faith is also a huge dork who is passionate about the things he enjoy's and has made quite a career or trying because of this.
Others;
Faith hates it of when other make fun of him for having a "girl name"
Faith enjoys tea, gardening, making sweets and making hand crafted jewelry. He also enjoys going out at night and look at the stars.
He is majoring as an Astronomer.
𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼 𝓫𝔂

[Galawhim]

click to go to my form<3

[mongrel]

What a lovely little doll. <3
Definite mark.

[rubixilam]

They so pretty ;o;
mark

[waffle02]

So beautiful! Mark and possible reserve <3

[akame,]

MAN, look at the other entries, there too good;;;;;;;;;
Warning, cringe ;w;
This was pretty different than what I do^^ This is so lazy haha, but I had fun doing this owo!
can you believe I'm still not done?

username; Akame-chan
name; Liam
gender; male
link to your kalons; I have none -cri-
song; Wait for it by the cast of Hamilton Sorry^^ couldn't find the song its self haha^^
Lyrics, if you want it

Gah! I'm so lovesick, I help her through the rough times in life.... I trying to help her, make her smile, when her mate is going for another, well he can have them, because she mine.
Lyrics: Love doesn't discriminate, Between the sinners, And the saints, It takes and it takes and it takes, And we keep loving anyway
We laugh and cry and we cry and we laugh,
and if theirs a reason I'm by her side, when so many have tried,
I'm willing to wait for it,
I'm willing to wait for it,
I don't know my family, but I've heard that
My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher,
My mother was a genius
My father commanded respect
When they died, they left no instructions, just a legacy to protect..

Death doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners
And the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep living anyway
I rise and she falls, and She rises and I fall,
And if there's a reason I'm still alive
When everyone who loves me has died
I'm willing to wait for it
I'm willing to wait for it
Wait for it......
Wait for it
Wait for it
Wait for it
I am the one thing in life I can control
Wait for it
Wait for it
Wait for it
I am inimitable
I am an original
Wait for it
Wait for it
Wait for it

I'm won't let go of you..!
....
I'm not standing still
but I wait for you!

She faces an endless uphill climb
Climb
Climb
Climb
I have something to prove! I've got nothing to lose!
Lose
Lose
Lose
Lose
...
Her pace is relentless
She wastes no time

Time
Time
Time
What is it like in her shoes?
...
She doesn't hesitate
She exhibits no restraint
She takes and she takes and she takes
And she keeps winning anyway
She changes the game
she plays and she raises the stakes
And if there's a reason
She seems to thrive when so few survive, then Goddamnit-

I'm willing to wait for it!

I'm willing to wait for it...
Life doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
We rise and
We fallAnd if there's a reason I'm still alive
When so many have died
Then I'm willin' to-

Life doesn't discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep living anyway
We rise and we fall and we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there's a reason I'm still alive
When so many have died
Then I'm willin' to-

Wait for it...

Wait for it...
---too many counts of wait for its owo----
I've changed some of the lyrics! anything that's this Is somewhat of the kalon singing/saying Bold is the lyrics that goes with the song!
I don't own the song either its [Wait for it by the cast of Hamilton] owo!

also some of the lyrics might be wrong, I started this at 9AM, so excuse me if I mess up anywhere~
I'm sorry ;w; I really like this song, I might be becoming Hamilton trash......
I also felt like I should make something that involved the following
-Try to impress someone
-Never letting go
-The character being patient but is desperate for it to happen now
-Pushing forward/doing their best
-some kind of lovesick character owo
idk what I was doing, but here you go owo! I'm probably not gonna win, but it was fun listening to this song on repeat while I thought of changing some of the lyrics~ WElp, It was fun while it lasted owo