[rainbow;]

user: michaelmell
name:
gender: male
eyes:

maaark

[Epiale]

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user: Epiale

name: Hal

gender: Male

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The dopey smile on Hal's face broke out into a full-on grin as he put the finishing touches on his last jar. Tying off the tiny ropes always took a bit of trial and error, he was a bit clumsy with his paws, but the result was worth it, a perfect little topper to a jam even the pickiest of people should love. He'd spent a long time perfecting his various recipes, and he was certain this was his best yet.

Hal felt his chest swell with pride as he looked at his table full of jars, all glistening with honey, or jelly, or jam, and adorned with a cloth lid cover, and a little ribbon holding on a delicately crafted tag. He'd been told he was wasting his time putting so much effort into making them look nice when people already loved his products, but if he was going to do something, he was going to do it the absolute best he could. The pretty little details made people happy, and that's what was important.

He took a moment to stuff a bite of Cheerios in his mouth before beginning to load up his wares to take to the little stand he'd managed to build for himself in the market. It had been hard-earned, his little spot in the center of town.

He'd unfortunately found himself rather unpopular when he was younger. He'd been told he creeped people out, that his eyes seemed strange and wrong, and the natural purple-red markings in his fur reminded people of blood, hurt, and pain. Others had spread cruel rumors, and more often than not he'd found himself running home just to avoid the cold stares and whispers.

His parents had tried to console him, but their words had never helped.

“There's always a bit of bad in any good, Hal, and good in any bad. You can see as much in those pretty eyes of yours.”

They'd been trying to remind him he was good, mostly at least, but even that tiny hint of there being something wrong had made him feel terrible.

He shook off the memory, loading the last of his jars into his bag, and set off cheerily from the simple cottage he called home. He thought it was a lovely little thing, cozy, and warm. To its left was his neighbor's corn field, used to create a lot of the cereal he'd become a bit addicted to, and to its right and back a vast orchard of fruit trees, vines, and shrubbery growing the finest fruits and berries in the county. The little gravel path connecting his front door to the main road buzzed with bees flitting between flowers, and he reminded himself he'd have to check the honey hives soon.

The sound of the jars clinking against each other in his bag as he walked reminded him of the first time he'd ever had jam. It had been raspberry flavored, sweet, and sour, and he'd loved it. Being an eternally messy eater, he'd gotten it absolutely everywhere. His entire chest, mouth, and paws were coated in it, and his mom had looked to be somewhere between trying to be annoyed, and stifling laughter when she found him sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor a gooey mess. Knowing he'd get in trouble, and being only a kit, he did the only thing that seemed logical at the time, and ran out the backdoor for the little patch of trees near the river to hide.

As he nestled awkwardly between two trees he'd caught sight of his own reflection in the smooth running water, coated in the same shade of purple-red so many people seemed to be bothered by. It had startled him into running right back out into his mom, who simply laughed and explained that he was still in trouble, but as a mom she was allowed to find the sight cute.

He shook the memory off and smiled as he arrived at the market, offering friendly nods and how-do-you-do's to those he passed. In that moment so many years ago an idea had been born, and he'd found his answer. The next time someone had made a comment about his fur he'd happily informed them it was the same beautiful shade of the delicious jam he'd make when he was older. His shine and red spots weren't scary, but sweet.

A friend waved hello at him, as a couple of kits sniffed at his bag. He took the time to stop at other people's stands, grabbing a few things for himself and having a couple good laughs along the way as he heard the stories of what goofy things had been going on since he'd last visited. He ambled along just slow enough to enjoy the sights and smells, and didn't feel anything but contentment. The people in those streets looked at him and saw a cheery neighbor, a friend, with sweet markings, and a silly tail with a pretty shine who'd successfully after years of hard work come to make some of the most delicious wares many of them had ever tasted.

Sure, sometimes there was bad in the good, but he didn't have to be anything but all good if he set his mind to it. He'd found a way to make himself happy, and to make those around him happy as well, and that sounded pretty sweet to him.

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[Kirimuu]

user: ☼ Red Beanie ☼
name: Carmen
gender: Male
eyes:










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Carmen loves to eat sweet things and never really liked milk. Every time someone offers him some, he'll just politely decline it.
Carmen lives in a old shack village in the woods. He loves to bake sweets and give them out to everyone in his niehborhood.

Carmen is usually sweet, but he can get bitter at times. Carmen HATES people when they don't like sweets as much as he does, He always expects everyone to loves his sweets and ask him for more, but apparently his sweets are just too sweet for everyone else.
Carmen rarely ever eats anything that's healthier than sweets. He doesn't really eat meat nor his greens. Just sweets, cookies, candies and more.

Carmen also likes to play instruments and plant plants everywhere he goes. HE usually bring a sack of snacks and a ukulele where ever he's going.

Carmen's personality is more of a overly happy character with a bitter taste. Carmen is very nice and is very mean at the same time.
His expectations are high and expects no mistakes from you. Eat his candy and later spit it out? he'll put a basket of roaches in your bedroom. Accidentally step on him? he'll push you into the most horrible thing you can imagine.

Carmen acts like everything's alright and nice after you make a mistake. But it doesn't mean you're not safe.
To see if you've made Carmen mad is by looking at his face. He usually smiles quite a bit until he gets his revenge.

He can also get VERY bossy when coming to decisions like which road to go or which ingredient to put.
He WILL get his way no matter what.

Carmen thinks everybody likes him and he tries his best to make more friends and even now, he doesn't realise not a lot of people like him. But he still tries to make hime self look good in front of everyone and tries his best not to get his revenge on them every time they make a mistake,"I just can't help it! there's like this small anger inside that makes me want to make them sorry, I try, okay? It's just bugging me until I do it."


The truth behind it is because ever since he was little, he wanted to just make friends and wanted to look nice in front of others. He wanted to be the most popular.
But the other's would just make him look bad in front of the other Kalons. This made Carmen's anger rise and made him do all of these horrible things to them. First he knew the reason why he was doing it . But as he grew, it became more of a thing to do to other innocent people. Sometimes he'll just throw in venomous snakes into other's windows at night for fun!


In a nutshell,
Carmen's actually just a nice guy wanting to be popular and does these nasty tricks on others and loves sweets.



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It was a wonderful Day in the village, as Carmen made sugary cookies for the whole village. "200 pounds of sugar unloaded" Carmen said to hime self as he unloaded the ingredients for his cookies. " I'll put his amount of sugar in each cookie, and will give around 5 - 8 cookies for everyone" he murmured to hime self, "Gotta go to work!" Carmen baked and made cookies for countless hours until around dinner time, he finally finished his batch of cookies and went out with his ukulele to deliver his cookies.

KNOCK-KNOCK, Carmen knocked onto his favourite neighbor's door. The Kalon inside sighed and opened the door and forced a smile. "Hello!" Carmen said gleefully, as he jumped up and down. "Hello carmen," the neighbor said with a tired face. "I made you cookies! again! hopefully the last batch I made yesterday was delicious! oh what am I saying? They ARE delicious!" Carmen then sang a happy song with his ukulele. The neighbor forced a smile, "How lovely. of course the cookies were delightful. But are you sure you want to share the cookies with us? I mean they are great and all, but wouldn't you want some for yourself? We've got plenty of cookies from you from the past weeks" "You mean, you didn't eat them right away?" Carmen replied as his face slowly turn into a big smile. "They're just too sweet for us, thank you for your kindness though," "O-okay then" Carmen said as he slowly walked away from their house. Carmen slowly smiled a bit more and he threw away the cookies into the bushes. "Alright then.."

NIGHT

RUSSEL- RUSSEL
Carmen grabbed roaches, snakes, worms and millipedes from the forest and put them neatly into a basket filled with cookies that were made earlier today.
Carmen walked swiftly next to his neighbor's house and opened the window, as he carefully put the basket in, he said "Oh, you will enjoy this one."
He ran back home.


The neighbor screamed in terror in the morning "CAAAAARRRRRMMMEEEENNN!"

"He he he"

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[Schnuffel Bunny]

user: Schnuffel Bunny
name: Max
gender: male
eyes: <---

Max is a type of Kalon who is very bubbly, cheerful and adventurous. He even loves to take any challenges from others that has to do with baking. He tends to lose sometimes but he's no downer, he will take that loss and loves to learn from it. His mistakes teaches him the better ways to improve his recipes and adding a bit more ingredients to his creations. His secret to his delicious creations are 3 things cinnamon, jam and tasty types of cereals. Max runs his mother and father's cafe up in the mountains in the small town of Idyllwild. Max's dream is to have the cafe known outside the town and filled with his famous tarts, muffins, cheesecakes, cakes, etc. Even to have his deceased mother's yummy homemade coffee, hot chocolate, and tea. Especially his late father's hand made sandwiches, potato and egg salad, and tamales to have during lunch. Dreaming big, he aims very high and takes his dream very seriously. Max may have a bit of a harsh side to him, he becomes very frustrated when he's preparing his creations and gets to make a whole lot of mistakes. He can also become very selfish and ignorant, when mostly it comes to eating his favorite foods when he's out with friends he hates to share and Max is a food addict. Max may over come with depression at times when he celebrates and remembers his deceased parents on Halloween night when they perished. He would bake multiple loads of yummy Halloween theme cupcakes for the young kits and have cakes made ready for any Halloween parties. Then he would bake a special made cake for his mother and a special tart for his father. Where he then would place it in his made shrine for his parents to remember by, that tragic night. During his times outside hours from the cafe he would love to take walks up in the park, then going over to his favorite BBQ place to eat delicious ribs, sloppy joes, etc. Also in his cabin when it's snowing or raining he would take the time to make his homemade jams, to have ready made for the cafe, once he soon returns. He's mostly known throughout the town for his tasty and yummy jams that he serves and sells at the cafe. Many favors Max makes are marmalade, grape, lemon, strawberry and his most popular favor raspberry.

All art by me.

[Mystic418]

User.Mystic418
Name.Cheerio
Gender.girl
Eyes. Wide and blood red with wide sparkling pupils that will mesmerize any passing kalon, cheerio gets all the guys with these eyes

[astral.]

Res so hard

[primcval]

user: avarii ;
name: abha
gender: demigirl
eyes: res with sum goat type slits??

[Grian]

user:
.ss.
name:
Adrian
gender:
male
eyes:
res with circlular/heart eyes :0c

[eltonn]

user: save seedcakes
name: Lysander Wells
nicknames: Lys, Lice, Licey
gender: Male
eyes: click for full size
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two extras used for writing, one for art
note: the art extra is the same image twice for aesthetic effect. i hope thats okay!

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[✏] Lysander chuckled as Reyna's soft paws brushed his eyelids, his grin providing a sharp contrast to her ever-present scowl. "Do I have to wear these...these monstrosities, Reyrey?" he complained in a light tone.

"Yes. Now hold still while I pressure it, or else the glue won't set right, and we'll find a whole new meaning to the word...Darnit, Licey, I said hold still!" The gray female grumbled, pushing Lys' hair out of his eyes so she could reapply the fake eyelashes. Lys had never actually worn them before, and when he told Reyna that he was getting ready for band tryouts, she texted him that she would be over asap to help him. Apparently, her idea of 'helping' was to...how did she put it? 'Make him more aesthetically pleasing.' As far as Lys could tell, that meant making him wear fake eyelashes. 'To bring out your eyes' she had said. Lys suspected that she just wanted an excuse to get someone else to partake in her convoluted sense of style. At least the ones she was using on him weren't as long as the fashion disasters that she was sporting on her own eyelids.

"There," Reyna stepped back, picking up a small pocket mirror and holding it in front of Lys. "You don't look that terrible, for once."

"I look like a girl," Lys protested impudently, even though he had to admit, Reyna was right. The lashes did help bring out his eyes, which were mostly hidden under his curtain of blonde hair. And knowing how far away the gymnasium stage was from the judges seats, Lys needed all the help to stand out that he could get. He sighed, apprehension bubbling in his chest. This was going to be possibly the most terrifying night of his life.

Seeing his expression fall, Reyna playfully batted his cheek. "C'mon. Cheer up, you're sure to get in. You're hecking amazing on that four-string."

"But you won't be there with me." Lys looked at his front paws, which were calloused from years of strumming. An image flashed in his mind: those same paws, strumming with a group of other players around him. He was laughing happily, and the band smiled back. That could be him. He could have that. He just had to do this.

"Stop moping. That's my job, ya punk. Now let's go already, before your face sticks in that position."

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Lysander stared down the aisle. It looked...so long. Like it would take eons to walk down. He could see the shapes of the judges sitting in the crowd, Reyna's longhaired head hovering somewhere near them. A small bit of courage flickered in his chest, but when he looked at the stage, it sputtered out and died. His heart jumped when the judges called his name.

"Thank you Justin. Next up is...Lysander Wells, a junior from Burrshrub High, playing the...guitar."

It's not a guitar, it's a bass... Lys gulped, sweat breaking out on his forehead and the back of his neck. His stomach was rolling in on itself, threatening to burst out of his belly. His paws were trembling so hard that he didn't think he would be able to hold his bass, much less strum it. I can't do this.

Lys turned around and ran the ten feet to the gym door, throwing it open and dashing out. He couldn't breathe. Suddenly, he was in fifth grade again, staring up at the audition judges from the seats, too shy to try out himself. He had promised himself that day that one day he would be brave enough. Today was not that day. Maybe that day would never come.

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He was sitting in the hall, his head in his paws. His bass was laying on the floor next to him, untouched since he left it there. Reyna strolled over, sitting next to Lys without a word. Lys didn't say anything to her, either. The two sat in silence except for the sound of their own breathing.




Lys slowly lifted his head, glancing at his best friend. She wasn't looking at him. Her blue eyes seemed centered on something far in the distance. Lys tilted to the side, leaning his head on her shoulder with a soft exhale. Jumping lightly, Reyna fixed a shocked stare on him for a moment. Her fur was slightly raised. Blinking, her gaze softened. She raised a paw, stroking Lys' hair gently. The male's shoulders shook. He couldn't hold back his tears anymore. "Why am I like this?" he whispered. "Why am I such a coward? Why can't I get on that stupid stage?"

Reyna shushed him. "You aren't a coward. You're just...not...meant to join this band." The gray kalon was never good at being kind, but it made Lys feel a bit better that she was trying. "You might never be able to join a band. Maybe being in a band isn't your thing.
Maybe you're more of the...side support."

"Side support?" Lys repeated confusedly. "What does a side support do?"

"Helps bring food and stuff, organizes gigs, practices with us...I dunno. You could make it up as you go. You're smart."

Lys chuckled to himself. "I guess I am good at bringing snacks. And I can make phonecalls and stuff...Yeah, that's...actually a good idea. Thanks."

Reyna shrugged. "Not a problem. Besides, Apollo and Esta's band could use an extra paw."

A smile cracked on Lysander's pale muzzle. Perhaps running out on the audition wouldn't turn out so bad after all.

[QueenAxolotl]

user: NurseGlowButt
name: Maple
gender: dmab
eyes: wip