[Petcharat]

Autumn Staff Kalons 2016

Vampire kalon!
For this competition, write me a poem about, or relate to vampire kalon
(must be original; no trace/copy). Unlimited extra(s) go all out :)!.

Traits:
Standard: Custom tail shine, teeth edit.
Common: Hair edit, custom tail, back mane.
Uncommon: Custom ears.
*Cannot transform into bat nor have a vampire ability*

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[Beatnik]

mark

[WanSham]

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Poem:
Bring doom to us all
for all of us are doomed


RES

[jumu]

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[UltimateKitty]

mark!

[credit]

Personality:

Vincent is an individual that some would call "anti-social". If anything, he spends most of his time within the confines of his office, secluded from the modern world as he is one who favors the classics. Some would say he's a cold, heartless, kalon who cares for no one but himself, A scrooge, but those aren't his true colors. He keeps himself away from others in order to protect him as the last time he was open with another, horrible things happened. In reality, he's quite calm and very affectionate to those he takes a liking to.He's also very passionate towards certain things and isn't afraid to stand up and speak out about what's right and wrong.

A few other things to describe him are: serious, thoughtful, kind, and compassionate.

Occupation(s):

Day job: Hematologist -
A specialist in hematology (the study of blood)
Second occupation: Author of medical books

Hobbies/ Past Times:

*Reading novels about mythology and science
*Taking midnight strolls
*Writing memos about daily life
*Picking roses in remembrance of a past lover
*Baking red velvet desserts

Theme song:
The Death of a Bachelor - Panic! At The Disco

Pros:
*Hard worker
*Surprisingly good listener
*Secretly caring and thoughtful
*Protective of those he loves
*Gentle
*Holds back vampire tendancies
Cons:
*Is very forgetful/ Struggles with memorizing things
* Short tempered
* Strict at times
*Hardly shows signs of emotion
*Vampire instincts take over on the 3rd Sunday of each month.

Likes:
*Typically being alone as he doesn't want to hurt anyone
*His family, it may be small, but it was his world
*Being in control of any situation
*Secret adoration for pastel colors
*Classical or punk rock music
*Writing letters to his long lost son and grandchildren.
*Spending time with his pet bat, Carlyle Battington
Dislikes:

*Being seen as "weak" or "disoriented"
*Giving in to pressure
*Giving up on anything or anyone
*Lying
*Being forced to stay in the dark against his will.

Username:
Credit
Name:
Vincent Alamero Dalca
Gender:
Male
Age:
Late-40's
Pet:
A small fruit bad named Carlyle Battington

Poem:


"The day the suffering ended"

Awake I lie at night
Yearning for the day this nightmare will end
Everyday is an on-going battle
As hunger gnaws on my very soul
A cursed being,am I.

Day by day my memories fade
And I lose connection to reality
Craving get worse by the minute
I'm being consumed by insanity
A cursed being, am I

Teeth as sharp as knives
That have the ability to shorten lives
And a strong thirst for the living's blood
I won't be able to fight it for long
A cursed being, am I

I refuse to give in
I refuse to let it win
My mind tells me so
but my instincts are taking over
A cursed being, am I

I look into the distance and find an easy target
I crouched down low
I'm ready to pounce
I slowly gave into the cravings
A cursed being, am I

The battle was what some would call brutal
The victim went down easy
As their blood dripped from the side of my mouth
I began to feel a tab queasy
A cursed being, am I

I've given in to my hunger
I've drained the poor soul of the juice for life
In regret, and anger, I wait for the dreaded sun to rise
I refuse to hurt another and can't handle the pain
So I wait for my demise
No longer a cursed being, am I.

History:

"Dracula. A legendary beast that some one thought to be fiction, but the stories aren't exactly wrong, but they aren't exactly right either. Dracula was never really a biped. The creature they based the beast on was me."

There was a shift in the lighting they laid upon the face of the questioned. Vincent looked into the bright bulb that pierced the pupils of his deep red eyes. He sad upright in the large leather chair he had been placed in as he was being interviewed. Or at least that's how it seemed. In reality, Vincent was the only one who was in the room. A tape recorder, lamp, and note book laid before him on the desk. A self- interview is what he'd call it. Earlier in the day he had recorded questions that he'd like to ask himself, as he was suffering with identity issues at the time. It had been quite a long day at the office and he sat in his chair completely exhausted from a hard days work, pondering on whether or not the questioning would even aid in his attempts to regain the memories that slowly began to drift away with the passing of time. After a few moments he decided to go through. As he shifted positions, he continued to play the recording. "Go back to the time of your youth. What were you like. What were some activities you liked to do?".

Activities...Activities. He couldn't think of any right on the spot. He started to look at around in his surroundings when something caught his eye. A small, beaten up rag doll laid upon the ground near the trashcan. He leaned over to pick it up and got a quick whiff of the doll's scent, causing memories to flood into his brain like the rushing waters of a rapid river running through the forest.

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A younger version of Vincent ran around the small village that laid within the heart of Transylvania. "C-Come on guys! C-Cut it out!! I-I need that!" said Vincent as he chased the older and more fit kalons trying to retrieve the doll that was stolen from him. "Aww! What are you gonna do about it? Cry home to mommy?! How pathetic! This isn't worth our time boys, let's go." Said the leader as he threw Vincent's doll into a small mud pile. In desperation, Vincent quickly ran towards the doll and leaped into the air in order to catch it. Unfortunately, he got covered in mud as he did so, but he didn't care. He sat in that pile for what seemed like hours, weeping softly as he cradled the doll.

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"I was always bullied as a child, because I was different. No one in my town had teeth like I did...It was strange.My mother even said so. What was even stranger was that my tail shine.." He grabbed hold of his tail and stared at the shine that inhabited his tail. "A bat, and a mighty large one at that was the shine I was destined with for the rest of my days.No other member in my family was burdened with the sin of the bat, and that's when they say an opportunity to beat me while I was down..all accept this one girl.."

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"Are you alright?" As the small female held out a paw to the crying boy. Vincent was quite hesitant when it came to taking her hand. "It's okay..I won't hurt you. Promise". He soon took her hand and introductions took place right after."Well nice to meet you Vincent! They call me Penny, Penny Pompadore, nice to meet cha!"said the female with a smile.

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Vincent held his head and rubbed his temples as his memory began to become fuzzy once again. He rose from his chair, pacing the room back and fourth trying to regain the memory that was running though his mind. His struggles soon turned to ease and he thought about how the doll connected to certain events. It was his friend. His only friend, or at least he thought. Stopping at the window, basking in the pale moonlight. When he lifted his forearms to cross them he looked down and saw a ring. A silver ring with the words "Everlasting" engraved on the outer rim. Had that ring always been there?.. Looking at the ring sent another chain of memories through his mind.

***
With one knee on the ground, and his arms holding out the ring enclosed in a velvet box, Vincent nervously swallowed as he gazed into Penny's eyes."P-Penny.. You've made me one of the happiest kalons on this earth and..I'd like to ask you to marry me?. The female immediately wrapped him up within her paws as a way of saying yes to his proposal.

The two lived happily together for a long, long time. After they were wed, they found a tranquil spot to build their small cottage, they even conceived a small child by the name of Colden, Colden Dalca. Life was good. During his early years of marriage Vincent got a job as the village hematologist to control his thirst for blood that was acquired in his late 20's. Everything seemed to be perfect ,that was until Vincent lost control of his murderous instincts. These instincts were kept secret for the longest and the only one who knew was his loving wife. His craving for the living was dangerous, and when his attacks became more frequent, the nearby town found a way to retaliate. They chased him and his family out of their home and burned it to the ground.

***
"My wife...My child..both were lost to me by those.."shadows" They were stolen from me. That day when I was walking.. that body.." He covered his mouth as if he was going to be sick. "That was her..."He broke down to his knees, Tear fell from his cheeks and fell to the floor one drop at a time."They're gone...M-My family..they're all gone..." For a brief second, Vincent was brought back to reality by hearing the sound of the tape recorder he left on. It moved from the questioning session to his daily journal.

"Entry 435.There was quite a peculiar kalon I saw today in town this morning. The most peculiar thing was his shine.It was very much like mine in terms of design. It was very much like mine, but very different at the same time. It was a bat,like mine, accept it wasn't just one. There were two. Another thing was that he looked a lot like..well like me. I'm not too sure what to think of it, but I was probably seeing things."

The voice within the tape recorder was drowned out by Vincent's thoughts. "Bat?..Two of them..?" An image of his child had come to mind and a light immediately tuned on in his head. ""My son.." Those were the only words he said as he rushed to get his coat and headed out the door with a loud slam. The room was left empty, the only noise that could be heard was the tape recorder playing almost in a monotone sort of matter and it continued that was for the rest of the night.

[PopcornBush]

Username:
PopcornBush
Name:
Zero
Gender:
Male
Poem:

-The sun goes to sleep-
-the shadows start to reap-
-eyes glowing red-
-send you to bed-
-wake up in the morning-
-with a sudden urge for mourning-

[zakuro.]

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Username:
zakuro.
Name:
luca [LUKE-UH]
Gender:
genderfluid
poem:
i've risen from hell
i've come upon thee
spilling blood
without a glance back
i am birthed from night
lived in satan's lair
he opened my eyes
showed me the world
taught me to kill
i was baptised in venom
drank the blood of my own
i've risen from hell
without a glance back
morals:
"to kill. killing is the only thing i know and
the only thing i ever will know. other people
have been taught to spill blood but not i
n the way i do. i kill in a brutal fashion,
which i'd rather not discuss. i see no oth
er purpose in life than to wipe out those
who pose a threat to you. survival of th
e fittest, to put it simply."

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[naumachy]

MARK I can't write poems

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res// if I come up with a poem, it'll go there, Ive never written a poem before rip