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have you ever wondered where do all
these stories come from? who made them?
are some of them real, or just a figment
of some curious child's imagination? well,
to be truthful, who knows anymore? not
harin of course, why he's just here for fun~
these stories come from? who made them?
are some of them real, or just a figment
of some curious child's imagination? well,
to be truthful, who knows anymore? not
harin of course, why he's just here for fun~
ｔｈｅ ｓｔｏｒｙ ｔｅｌｌｅｒ：
harin is a vagabond: he does not belong to any one or any land. he
lives without meaning and to be truthful- it's a painfully quiet life to
lead. and to fill the void? he tells stories and tall tales of his endless
wandering. traveling from place to place, he encounters many new
stories and people, and who could resist a new tall tale? so he steals
them. harin is a traveling thief, forever cursed with a lonely life. and
his revenge? he steals other kalon's stories and retells them as his own,
forever destined to wander quietly, dependent on the tales he 'creates'.
harin is a vagabond: he does not belong to any one or any land. he
lives without meaning and to be truthful- it's a painfully quiet life to
lead. and to fill the void? he tells stories and tall tales of his endless
wandering. traveling from place to place, he encounters many new
stories and people, and who could resist a new tall tale? so he steals
them. harin is a traveling thief, forever cursed with a lonely life. and
his revenge? he steals other kalon's stories and retells them as his own,
forever destined to wander quietly, dependent on the tales he 'creates'.
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I will never lose the love for the arriving,
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ｂｕｔ Ｉ＇ｍ ｂｏｒｎ ｔｏ ｌｅａｖｅ．
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ｂｕｔ Ｉ＇ｍ ｂｏｒｎ ｔｏ ｌｅａｖｅ．
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＞＞ xxxｗｈｏ？xxx ＜＜
harin;; a travelling story-teller;; who
is he? no one knows really. age? un-
known. he doesn't speak much aside
from passionately recalling his tales,
but behind the mask lays a quiet
soul. he slips from town to town,
unnoticed, and he prefers to keep it
that way. appearing polite and kind,
harin is a trickster under the mask.
ｉｎ ｄｅｐｔｈ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ：
with a tongue like silk, harin lies like he breathes: 24 hours a
day, seven days a week. he enjoys his privacy, hiding away in
the comforts of his room or a familiar room. when harin is not
scuttling away, he's a jack of all trades. good with the ladies,
a kind gentleman: what more could you want from such a new
and charming young visitor? he has a confident aura surrounding
him, he holds up his chin high as he walks maskless. by day, he
is harin, the flirt; the charmer; the playboy. but by night? he is
someone else. swift and alluring, he draws people in. his work?
why, harin is of course a travelling story teller! migrating from
town to town, he brings tens and hundreds of tall tales and short
stories that ranges from the longest of adventures to the shortest
of dreams. some, farfetched, some realistically bone-chilling.
he tells them with a passion, motioning and delving deep into
detail as if he was there himself. he draws in kalons from the
town with his fables, setting up from midday to sundown in the
midst of the bustling town. from his stand, he dons the ever
chilling mask and acts out his story, he disappears right at
sundown: flees the area. and sometimes? he isn't the only thing
that disappears. the confident, proud aura is gone, and in his
midst is a certain feeling of a calm before the storm. it is as if
something else was gone. perhaps, when you look back on it,
you can't seem to really remember what you did this afternoon?
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Ｗｅ ａｌｌ ｈａｖｅ ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ ｗｅ＇ｌｌ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｔｅｌｌ．
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ｗｈｙ？：
in short, harin was not always a thief. he didn't always steal from others. as a child, the dark kalon always had a dream for
sharing his creativity. the only problem? harin was not a very imaginative kalon. he grew up logistical, cold, and blunt. it
was a trait he was supposed to be proud of, but he despised it. he was disgusted: why of all kalons, he was the one to be
born with such a lack of imagination. harin wanted to entertain, to share his writing, his art, his passion to everyone.
he left at an early age: he packed up and ventured on from his home to find someone, someone to help him.
"Life sure isn't fair. At least, not to those like me."
He read books: Robin Hood, King Arthur; Stories from The Round Table. he read years and years of thievery, pillage, plight,
struggles, and courage. so he hatched a plan, one fateful evening. if he wasn't able to write his own story, why not find one
he could... work off of? thus, he set off for his journey. years of roaming the world like a forgotten ghost, harin was ready.
he scampered around into small villages, cozy towns, and simply settled himself in. he was going to make his own story,
right here and right now. and to do that, he was going to need to borrow a few stories from the neighbors. it wouldn't
hurt to just take something they didn't need right?
"They wouldn't miss it. Stories are such common things. They can always make up another story, right?"
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Ａｓ ｔｉｍｅ ｐａｓｓｅｓ， ｍｙ ｓｔｏｒｙ ｆａｄｅｓ ａｗａｙ．
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he flinched at the noise, turning
away. it was dark, a bit too dark to
keep walking on. the path back to
the village was a brief jog at most.
he could make it right? with a brisk
spring in his walk, the kalon sped
his way back to the village. he had
made the mistake of venturing
out at night. the forest was not a
very good place for kalons alone.
the sharp crackle of a small branch
gave him a freight. whipping over,
the kalon spied nothing but an eye
ful of the dark. it was almost, just
too calm for his liking. it felt odd.
just like the calm before the storm.
no, there isn't anyone following
him. right? the kalon shrugged it
off. turning back again, he kept
padding onwards. he could see the
lights of his village! but, a noise
caught his attention. were those
rabbit ears? but, aren't rabbits
supposed to be asleep at this time?
right at his ear, he heard it. "Hmm."
he flinched at the noise, turning
away. it was dark, a bit too dark to
keep walking on. the path back to
the village was a brief jog at most.
he could make it right? with a brisk
spring in his walk, the kalon sped
his way back to the village. he had
made the mistake of venturing
out at night. the forest was not a
very good place for kalons alone.
the sharp crackle of a small branch
gave him a freight. whipping over,
the kalon spied nothing but an eye
ful of the dark. it was almost, just
too calm for his liking. it felt odd.
just like the calm before the storm.
no, there isn't anyone following
him. right? the kalon shrugged it
off. turning back again, he kept
padding onwards. he could see the
lights of his village! but, a noise
caught his attention. were those
rabbit ears? but, aren't rabbits
supposed to be asleep at this time?
right at his ear, he heard it. "Hmm."
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ｔｉｎｙ ａｕｔｈｏｒｓ ｎｏｔｅ：
hi yes dont mind me oops. this is just a
small portion to clear up some things in
case my bad writing is wayy too bad
oops.
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harins story is that he is a travelling
story-teller. he cant make up his own
stories so he basically does some weird
trick to steal other peoples' 'stories' to
tell later on for his own. he wears the
mask to hide away from suspicion so
he isnt caught. he 'lives' another kal's
life during a story. does he really take
the kal's memory or something? well
honestly thats open for interpretation
whoops :'3c anyways y e a rest in
pieces this form,,, if you couldnt tell,
the story part, 'infinite.' is actually a
story that can be read in a loop forever!
ｔｉｎｙ ａｕｔｈｏｒｓ ｎｏｔｅ：
hi yes dont mind me oops. this is just a
small portion to clear up some things in
case my bad writing is wayy too bad
oops.
-
harins story is that he is a travelling
story-teller. he cant make up his own
stories so he basically does some weird
trick to steal other peoples' 'stories' to
tell later on for his own. he wears the
mask to hide away from suspicion so
he isnt caught. he 'lives' another kal's
life during a story. does he really take
the kal's memory or something? well
honestly thats open for interpretation
whoops :'3c anyways y e a rest in
pieces this form,,, if you couldnt tell,
the story part, 'infinite.' is actually a
story that can be read in a loop forever!
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ｗｈｏ ｉｓ ｈａｒｉｎ？：
truth to be told: harin is a thief; a wanderer; a kalon
who has no home; a storyteller. his job? he actually
travels around the world searching for stories. as a
child, he dreamed to be a creator, an author. but he
had no creativity. so he stole. he travels from town to
town and steals other kalons' 'stories' for his own. he
revises them, rehearses them, lives them as he tells
them again at the next town. he robs off of others'
tales and leaves before anyone could question him.
the mask? it gives him an alluring sense of comfort.
they won't know who he is, so he can steal and run.
just like robin hood, he robs those rich of good tales,
and shares 'his' stories to those in need of tall tales.
truth to be told: harin is a thief; a wanderer; a kalon
who has no home; a storyteller. his job? he actually
travels around the world searching for stories. as a
child, he dreamed to be a creator, an author. but he
had no creativity. so he stole. he travels from town to
town and steals other kalons' 'stories' for his own. he
revises them, rehearses them, lives them as he tells
them again at the next town. he robs off of others'
tales and leaves before anyone could question him.
the mask? it gives him an alluring sense of comfort.
they won't know who he is, so he can steal and run.
just like robin hood, he robs those rich of good tales,
and shares 'his' stories to those in need of tall tales.
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