[tenturo]

username: tenturo
kalon name: hudson
personality: [100 words max]

hudson’s known for being the kal to creep everyone out, but brighten their day at the same time. he’s outgoing and really into darker things, especially haunted houses, haunted objects, anything spooky really. he owns a pretty big farm on the outskirts of his town with a huge pumpkin patch, corn mazes, and more, all to invite others to have a fun time during the spooky season. he’s very kind-hearted and loves to make others smile, and has a secret obsession with old travelers journals. [86/100]

fall palette: boop
how do they feel about fall?: [500 words max] fall has always been hudson’s favorite season. the leaves start to change colors and his personality starts to shine bright. he lives in a small, older town so there isn’t much to do, but his farm stands out around the fall season, giving kalons from all over a fun day to experience. he’s very passionate about running his farm well, offering families to pick pumpkins from the pumpkin patch, run throughout the corn mazes, take tractor rides, and even has a haunted twist to the property on halloween. only the bravest kits will leave with candy, but they all flock to the fun farm every year. the crisp air brings all the wonderful scents of pumpkin, leaves, cinnamon, and all things spooky as october draws to its end. while he always finds ways to occupy himself and keep his outlandish personality thriving during the off seasons, fall is when hudson’s at his peak, offering family fun and freaky frights all fall long. getting together with his family is always best during fall as well - huge home cooked meals, dozens of deserts, and lots of catching up to do bring warmth to hudson’s light yet eerie heart. some think he turns into something otherworldly on halloween with the scary things he comes up with, but he’s just really passionate about the fall holidays. once thanksgiving rolls around, he has a community thanksgiving feast on the farm property, inviting all kalons to get together and have fun, all while enjoying delicious foods. its the time of year he truly feels himself, and can give back to his community in the best way he knows how - pumpkin, spice, and everything nice. just.. maybe with a spooky surprise thrown in as well.

[Kiaa]

username: Kiaa
kalon name: Barrett (german name meaning bear strength)
personality: [100 words max]
fall palette:

how do they feel about fall?: [500 words max]
Barrett loves the leaves that dance in a mixture of colors across the sky. The way the crunch under his paws when he walks. The fresh crisp smell in the air. Though many can argue that fall represents death, Barrett would argue it represents life.

Every year, he watches the world shed the old to make room for the new. Fall represents a form of cleansing to him. It reminds him that it's okay to let go sometimes, that holding on too tightly isn't healthy. That letting go is a part of the growth process and leads you to were you are supposed to go and who you are supposed to be.

[Firedancer77]

username: Firedancer77
kalon name: Elanor
personality: [100 words max]
fall palette:
how do they feel about fall?: [500 words max]

dropping out. good luck everyone!

[elf_of_the_hollow]

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username. elf_of_the_hollow ||||name. alice magpie everett ||||palette. p[ink] is for pumpkin
personality. a fighter, not a lover. she's not averse to pain, she won't avoid violence, she will not
let up. her heart is strong but her arms are stronger. she cannot be broken. she is not your porcel
ain doll, a teacup in your fine china cabinet. she is a burnt out star still shining, smoldering embe
rs and ashes still alight. she will not take no for an answer. she is long done being seen as fragile,
as small, as weak.

she is fire, she is pain, she has broken all her chains. she will not stop. she cannot be detained.

how they feel about fall. the city never sleeps, and neither does she.

dark clouds roll overhead, though few can be seen, rain pouring down four days a week. a perman
ent gloom overtakes the city, the grays all blending to a dull nothing. the birds that migrate south
for the winter stand out dark against an endless fog sky.

tiny parks, hidden behind walls and in corners, turn a thousand shades of orange and yellow. the l
eaves have been falling from these trees for ages. a rare, forgiving sight between metallic cars an
d gray-brown buildings that stretch upwards for miles, blocking the sky. suffocating.

vibrant red stars shoot out from deep brown branches, blackened from the battering rain and dar
kened sky. they are not leaves.

a chill takes hold in the air, wind whistling in listening ears like a shrieking banshee. there is some
thing unsettling sitting on your back. they are your sins, you must carry them yourself.

far past the dark, long winding alleyways and somber gray crosswalks, there is a faint presence of
cheery festivities, preparations for an upcoming holiday. ornaments of the season start to adorn th
eir doors. some eerie echoes of human forms begin to show their faces in public squares, in buildi
ngs' lobbies, in tiny front yards and through cluttered up windows.

skeletons are found in the streets. they are not for decoration.

dark fabrics adorn nearly every person's frame, deep reds and browns mimic the rain soaked trees.
masses of bodies move closer and closer as the days grow colder, heavy fabrics worn in layers to fi
ght off the wind and rain. figures all hooded huddle together in front of moving cars and bustling
streets. most have good intentions.

you will not find her in crowds. you will not find her on streets. you will not find her in stores, in
banks. you will not find her at all. she does not want you to.

she sits and waits in dark back alleys, where the nighttime city lights do not reach. everything he
re is broken and bruises, and she does not fit it. the ground is a deep red carpet, slick and glisten
ing. the colors are autumnal but they are not unique to the season. they are always there.

every day is autumn for her. reds, oranges, yellows. skeletons and ghosts. wailing winds and chills
down your spine. shadowy figures that gather in dark places.

autumn is good at hiding it. you don't notice red splatters on already red leaves. the air is already
sinister and cold.

you may not find her in autumn, but it is where she lives.
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[skarekrowkid]

username:
[fish]

kalon name:
ren michi [note: name means 'lotus path' or 'love path']

personality:
i will make you gasp. your breath will be caught in your throat and you can do nothing, nothing about it. i might love you, i might not. but, one thing i do know is that i will not stop for some puny scum that kneels beneath me. i enjoy the way you squirm beneath my gaze, and i don't care the way you feel.
leave me alone and go gasp at someone else. or stay, and follow me, because why should i care what you do, why should i care if you plead and scream and claw at my hair? i will leave you anyways. if it happens to me then every other disgusting, ignorant person deserves to feel it four times worse than i did. five, six, seven times over.
i don't care.

fall palette:
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how does he feel about fall?:
fall? it's just the same as every other season. why are you asking me anyways? leave me alone. fall is the dead season, where everything dies and cracks beneath me.
suits it. why should i feel as though i am dying but still have to stay alive? at least there's a season that can capture my pain.

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➤ username;; amplify
➤ kalon name;; takeda
➤ fall palette;; xxx
➤ personality;;
sugar and spice and everything nice couldn’t be further from the truth when it comes to takeda, at least by first impression. once you get to know him, you’ll find that his intimidating appearance is just that: an appearance. beneath the surface is a very kind-hearted and even-tempered soul, who’s always calm, collected, and contentious of his actions so as to avoid scaring anyone. although, with his generally stoic and serious disposition, it can’t be helped, especially since he rarely speaks at all. however, to be fair, this stems more so from his shy nature than any other reservations. [99/100]

➤ how do they feel about fall;;
fall is, in a word, perfect. by far his favorite season, he has never been able to pinpoint just what makes it so. it could be any number of reasons, the colors, the cool tinge of the air, the activities, the foods... there’s nothing about fall he doesn’t like. the colors calm him, soothing his soul in a way nothing else can; their brilliance is just fascinating considering it signals their death. perhaps that’s an odd thought, but it’s okay; after all, he’s always been a little unusual.

like the colors, the coolness of the air brings him peace. his ideal temperature is settled just above cold but a ways away from warm, so the arrival of fall in it of itself is a victory. scarves, sweaters, gloves, knitted hats—he adores the accessories he simply can’t wear otherwise. admittedly he could wear gloves outside the season, but he finds people get much more antsy when he does, particularly any fingerless variety. how such a small, innocent thing, can set people off confuses him, but he doesn’t question it. he has his quirks too, such as preferring his personal space be unoccupied, and other people respect that.

fall holidays are the next things he adores, but not because they calm him; they usually tend to do the opposite, but he loves them all the same because they instead calm other people. who, as a result, are generally more accepting and friendly with him, especially around halloween. it’s the one time of the year he can walk around and people are uninhibited, complimenting his clothes or saying he looks scary ‘in a good way! you look awesome, dude!’ it almost makes him smile just thinking about it; almost.

though to be honest his favorite holiday is thanksgiving, as it combines two of the best things of the season, festivity and food. honey ham, turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, biscuits... and that doesn’t even begin to delve into the wonder that is pumpkin pie—that can easily be a category all on its own. everything pumpkin or pumpkin spice may as well have his name on it as he's at least willing to try it once. however, the best part is again people being so nice to him, encouraging him even to eat as much as he wants and never miffed if he doesn’t want to talk, because of course talking while eating isn’t acceptable.

he could go on for hours about how much he loves fall, but in the end it all amounts to one thing: during the season he feels safe and free to be himself. nothing could be better, and he looks forward to it each and every year, and hopes to continue to enjoy it throughout the many years ahead of him. [461/500]

[sapphirelion]

username:
sapphirelion
kalon name:
Ferrin
personality: [100 words max]

- tough guy attitude
--- seems intimidating if you don't really know him
- strong, silent type
- when sick, acts like the world is ending
- wanderer
- keeps to himself especially when in an unknown place
- a big softy:
--- can be protective of young ones
--- does not tolerate bullies (of any age)

fall palette:



how do they feel about fall?: [500 words max]

In all honesty, Ferrin loves fall. The leaves changing colors and then littering the grass in colorful piles. A light cool breeze to waken up his senses to the beauty around him. The quiet that does not expect anything and does not promise anything but peace. Ferrin also likes to wear comfy sweaters and hoodies, but when you see him in a sweater, he might just hit you if you make a joke about him not looking manly in it. He does not like being put in the box where manliness is determined by your clothes or strength, he shows that he is not like other guys in caring what the 'norm' is meant to be.

Anyways, Ferrin particularly enjoys sitting on benches in the middle of parks surrounded by trees losing their leaves. He watches in awe when the leaves fall and swirl in the air before coming to rest on the ground. He tends to get himself a special hot chocolate with french vanilla creamer mixed into it to accompany his quiet time every morning at the parks.

Though Ferrin likes the peace, if a ball is tossed his way by a child, he does not hesitate in throwing it back and asking to join the game. Most times he is enthusiastically told yes and they play for as many hours as the child's parents allow.

One of the other reasons Ferrin enjoys fall is because he believes it the the start of cookie season (also know as the time where it is acceptable to be making and eating lots of home made cookies). He is a cookie fanatic. While he can not cook to save his life, his talent in baking is superb. Cookies is his specialty (and favorite thing to make), but he is also really good with specially designed pies and fall cakes.

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[Myst_c]

username: Myst_c
kalon name: Dolores
personality: She isn’t very fond of other kalon, of course she speaks to other kalons (rarely), but she isn’t known to have friends for a reason. She prefers to be alone, where nothing could upset her and she has the options of doing whatever she prefers rather than being tied to having to agree if she were to be with others.
At first words, she could be a bit snarky and rather sarcastic, making Dolores quite a tough but to break and once you break the nut.... you’ll still find the same bitter personality, although a bit more open and.... inquisitive.
[100/100]

fall palette:
how do they feel about fall?:
Dolores isn’t the biggest fan of cold weathers. She prefers the sunny and breezy, where the autumn trees are vibrant and colourful and where the weather was much more merciful.
If the weather was warm, nothing would stop her from going outside and trying to make the most out of the blessed day, having the opportunity to enjoy autumn activities before the winter approached and came with it’s beautiful, yet bitter weather.

[root]

username: root
kalon name: aleksander 'sasha' chaykovsky
personality: sasha is quiet, reserved, a little cold perhaps, but not enough to be considered anything more than professional. in short, he's normal. meeting a hundred people, he wouldn't stand out; just another man in the business. that's how he's perceived and that's how he is. at least, that's how aleksander chaykovsky is. but that's a false name, a fabricated identity, a fake face. a coverup for a person deep undercover with a name best left unsaid. years ago, he was different. more feeling and more compassionate, something he sacrificed for a job he felt he had to take. but is that really him anymore? when you spend so long living someone else's life, has it not become your own?
fall palette: fruits of the fall
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how do they feel about fall?:
sasha's always been fond of the autumnal months. it's the time of year when it finally quiets down, just him and nature. it's easier to blend in, easier to sit back and believe you're where you're meant to be. he likes to take the downtime to indulge himself in one of the few hobbies he's kept from his past life - birdwatching. many of his favorite species come out at that time and he likes watch them sing and flit from branch to branch. sasha's not sure why he likes birds so much - maybe it's a longing for the freedom they've been spoilt with, or maybe it's simply the pretty colors and songs. either way, there's something undeniably calming about their nonchalance and lack of concern. the world could be crumbling and there'd still be a sparrow on the bough of every oak, twittering as always.

there's one now, in fact. a common house sparrow, Passer domesticus. sasha watches it from his doorway, leaning on the frame. an old song plays very faintly from a record player in another room. he's at peace, the peace of an empty mind and a welcomed tranquility. it's idyllic, but only a fleeting state. soon, when the leaves have all fallen, the temperatures have dropped, and the birds have all migrated, sasha will have to continue living the life he's built. for now, though, he can lose himself in the season.