[Wileyfangs]

Username: Wileyfangs
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Gender: Non-binary with female pronouns
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-Apathetic, cold, merciless;

- "Born of cold and winter air and mountain rain combining"

- Her heart is said to be frozen and locked away

-Was once a mortal but was stabbed in the back by the friend she trusted most and was sold to a king.

-She killed him and her friend in cold blood and now is cursed

-She has been around for centuries

-Due to her past, the villager hold this terrible event known as the hunt where they search for her to avenge their king. None ever make it back.

-While not evil, her morals are ambigious

Are they in control of their powers and how do they use them? What are their feelings toward their abilities?:

-She is aware of them but after centuries she doesn't think about them
-She is tired and cursed
-Winter is the only time she's actually 'active'
-She prepares winter there

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[mousekewitz]

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docile and sweet, keeps to themselves mostly
has almost complete control over their powers (hereditary)
nonbinary but part of a female clan [closeted] and is raised by gma/mom/aunt/fem cousins/etc
the male part of the clan are off making another nesting ground and wont be back for months idk smthn like that

finds their powers to be beautiful and loves making snowflakes and pretty crystals
their clan's culture revolves around being able to sculpt ice and such
a looong time ago some woman saved explorers by freezing the ocean so they could pass from the icebergs or smthn
and that was their 8 x great gma or something ,, and when theyre 13 they get their powers (very excited)
practice their arts in secret to impress the clan and their father when they return from the new grounds

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[mikey]

Username: sketchiimutt
Name:
Demetria
Gwendolyn
Borealis

Gender: female
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powers are controlled by emotions
she has little to no control over her abilities
lives in mountains
seen as an omen of good luck
this kalon literally accidentally locked herself into a cave and went into a power-induced slumber, only woken up by something licking her face? Maybe another deer idk
modern
now a forgotten god
very confused by all of this "technology"
sneezes out snow
just trying to find her place in the world

[Takk]

♦ User ♦
Takk
♦ Name ♦
Jupiter
♦ Gender ♦
Female
♦ About Her ♦
Her history was simple, an easy life filled with friendship and adventure. She was born in Alaska, a little different from the other kids her age. She was very tall, thin and had a lovely set of horns on her head much like her father. He was said to have died in a blizzard shortly after Dia became pregnant, but the sweet mother of three only talked fondly of the fallen kalon. Given the name Jupiter, she wasn't allowed to play with kalons her age as parents worried about accidents happening between this oversized kit and their smaller, energetic litters.
Her brother Mars however was quite normal, sharing soft deer like markings and a bright personality. The two were very close growing up, the brother often being sympathetic and encouraging towards her and her oddities. He'd face any bully or adult head on, telling them to pick on someone their own size despite him being a bit shorter than most. Mars and Jupiter were the perfect twins and stuck together even through their mother's death.
Dia grew ill one day, hardly able to move and speak. On top of her sickness, a mysterious snow storm started to pick up shortly after she became ill. Both kits seemed to lock themselves in the house with her, only teenagers then... The storm seemed to get worse the more sick she became and Dia asked to talk to Jupiter alone one day. Naturally positive, hopeful and unwilling to accept the worst outcome, she was told a secret even she didn't know.
Shortly after, Dia passed away. Mars and Jupiter were heartbroken and felt more alone than ever... Not old enough to be on their own, the twins were sent off to Antarctica in the far north to live with their grandmother on their father's side, a kalon they'd never met or even heard of. Jupiter had grown more isolated, only talking to her brother the whole trip and being shrugged off as a mute to others. However, their grandmother was nothing but strict and accepting of them.
Both were tossed into proper training and kept busy to wean their minds of mourning. The hard life toughened Mars easily, he became stronger and faster than he'd ever been before while Jupiter learned about responsibility and how to care for others when she'd never been cared for by strangers a day in her life.
The two slowly healed together and became standing members of the tribe, Mars was one of the best hunters and made beautiful blankets from the furs they collected. Jupiter became a den mother, caring for kits and pregnant kalons as well as the sick when she was needed. They were happy and moving forward, that is until Mars became very ill...

♦ Her Curse, a Gift ♦
When her mother whispered into her ear, so faint and weak from her sickness, Jupiter knew... She had powers over ice, snow and even gravity itself. The large, awkward and shy kalon could fly. At first she thought her mother was joking, insisting powers were quite rare and flying was practically unknown. Dia just chuckled, got to her feet and said they started training now. Afraid of upsetting Mars with the spark of personal time, Jupiter again snapped that powers aren't real and kalons without wings couldn't fly.
She was already so different from everyone else, she hated to think there was more to her fur and bones than meets the eye. She left her mother alone, returning to Mars and insisting their conversation was nothing but fever talk.
When her death finally came, the two moved as far north as any kalon could live and she heard the same, fantasy talk from her so called Grandmother. She had horns on her head, a spark in her eye and was very rude with Jupiter telling her she couldn't run from her blood. The old kalon took Jupiter to a cave, large in size and covered in ice. The walls and ceiling were decorated with large, dangerous shards that threatened to fall and kill anything underneath.
"Why did you bring me here?" She muttered, backing towards the entrance once more only to feel a cold wall. Turning quickly, where she'd come from was blocked with wall made of thick blue ice. Yelping with surprise, she jumps back and hears her voice vibrate off the walls. A voice broke through her fear.
"This place was beautiful once thanks to your kind, but I only see fear of ice in your heart. Ice is beautiful, peaceful, unaware of time and change. Are you really so afraid?" A shard dropped from above, sinking into the frozen dirt. "I see a bit of myself in you, but there are more important things than fear. Close your eyes, let the cold seep into your soul and bones." Her old voice echoed, but Jupiter felt so trapped and small.
Peaceful? How could ice be peaceful and calm? She sat there, listening to her grandmother talk off and on about her great powers and how she was the life of frozen land. Finally, she stood and looked at her shadowy reflection off the ice wall. If she really had powers over ice, she could use it to escape. Touching it with her paw, it cracked jaggedly, making her jump.
"You're still too fearful, ice doesn't obey those who can't stand up for themselves." Jupiter frowned at these words, knowing she wasn't a mat for others to walk on. She depended on Mars for a lot of her problems, but rarely did she roll over and take a beating; emotionally or physically. Taking a breath, she imagined Mars in her head and his growing sickness... The light in his eyes fading a little more everyday.
"For you... I would kill." She mutters, this time pushing the ice with her paw. It moved like water, turning into a large arch way and clearing the path ahead for her escape. Staring at her grandmother, she nods approvingly.
"Your powers are controlled by more than your emotions, but your drive and state of mind. You're weak and afraid of your brother dying, but with the right training you can restore this place to a paradise. Melt the ice, keep it warm, grow herbs needed to heal him."
She's not in full control of her powers and maybe never will be, but she works hard everyday to learn how to manage them. Music helps, seeing her brother walk and talk and imagining what she could do someday.

[Aravel]

Marking <33

[River Song]

Lets slap a mark here

River Song
Benito’s breath steamed from his face in gasps. He was getting tired, and he knew it. He also knew that that didn’t matter. He had to keep running. The clatter of his hooves on the pavement echoed in his ears, matching the steady thump thump thump of his heartbeat. His hair flew about his face in a tangle, it’s normally intricate braids falling out. He had to go faster. His chest stung.
Control of his powers

Write a first person story
In control, used to not be. Some bad stuff happened.

[kolyakun]

Kolyakun || Fjalar || Pronunciation || Male



"you're like the snow, beautiful and cold."



Brief Personality + History:
Fjalar is a demigod to the Sami people, son of Biegkegaellies, God of the winter winds. He is well known, respected, and loved among the people. His strengths consist of being independent, courageous, confident in himself and the Sami people, as well as being both physically and mentally strong.

Fjalar is often seen interacting with mortals and other animals, as he doesn’t see why his status as a demigod should prevent him from being friendly towards others. Despite Fjalar’s caring side for the Sami people, he also tends to be quite impulsive and doesn’t put too much thought into his decisions before he makes them. Thus, often acting inappropriately in certain situations. Fjalar also has a tendency to act aloof or cold towards others when he is unable to figure something out on his own or didn’t make the best decision. Having promised to look after the people who worship him, Fjalar provides plenty of animals to hunt as well as controls the herds through manipulation of the weather.

Fjalar resides on the indigenous reserves of the Sami people in large parts of Norway, Sweden, northern parts of Finland, and the Murmansk Oblast of Russia, also known as Sapmi, homeland of the Sami peoples. His duty as a demigod is to restrict the number of animals that are being hunted, watch over the souls of the living. While protecting аll lіvіng creatures аnd controlling the hunt, Fjalar wаѕ nicknamed “Brother оf the Reindeer” since he aided with hunts regularly and reindeer were a very important resource of Sami life. Some believe that when Fjalar is angered by the Sami people, he will prevent a beneficial hunt from occurring, and forces a harsh winter storm upon them.

Fjalar has helped the Sami people for over 10,000 years, guiding them to become skilled hunters and gatherers in harsh environments. Therefore, the Sami people would often acknowledge Fjalar as a “Noaidi”, a shaman of the Sami people, who represented an indigenous nature religion. Noaidi are seen as protectors and healers of the Sami people, also said to have the role of mediator between humans and spirits. When wanting to summon Fjalar, the people used a Sami drum and a domestic flute called a "fadno" in ceremonies. The traditional Sami joik was used in ceremonies where the sami fell into a trance, left their body and transcended to "saivo", where they were believed to negotiate with Gods, spirits, forefathers as well as Fjalar to improve the fate of their group. As with other circumpolar religions, the Sami religion also has a hunting ceremony as part of their worship to Fjalar and his aid in hunts and the weather.

Fjalar is very possessive when it comes to the Sami people and wishes the best life for them. If someone unfamiliar (unknown to the Sami) steps upon his land, he will lash out and use his powers in an unfavourable manner, resulting in giving said trespasser frostbite, or in extreme cases, death.

With some background on the people Fjalar looks after, the Sami people most notably kept and raised reindeer. Though into the 1500’s, the Sami people began to tame the reindeer into herding groups, becoming the well-known reindeer nomad. Sami culture was a direct result of the environmental conditions, which the Sami faced. Resource availability, mainly food, limits the size of the hunting and gathering groups. The basic Sami social system was the siida, which was a single or multi-family group. These groups utilized certain territories depending on their needs, and the availability of resources. At times when food sources were concentrated in areas within the territory, hunting and gathering was undertaken as a group, and resources were shared. Other times, the territory was further divided between families.
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Long before the dramatic population increase, Fjalar could easily manipulate and control his powers of ice and snow. He can create, shape, and manipulate ice, forming any variation of frozen precipitation. His powers consist of freezing water into a solid state and appears naturally in forms of snow, slush, hail, icicles, frost, by reducing the kinetic energy of atoms and thus making things colder. Fjalar is also able to is able to tap and induce the winter and the powers/forces it represents, such as extreme weather like snow storms or he can even induce small ice ages if provoked.

Fjalar uses his powers to his advantage, making hunting and living easier for the Sami people. By navigating herds of reindeer and caribou, as well as shifting weather patterns, specifically snow and ice storms, Fjalar guides the herds towards the indigenous reserves so that the Sami people are able to have an easy, and successful hunt.

Though, Fjalar is mindful of the numbers of herds being hunted. If he feels that the Sami are well stocked, he navigates the herds elsewhere so that they are able to adapt to their surroundings once again, and repopulate as necessary to aid the Sami people for future generations.

Being a demigod, Fjalar is not limitless when it comes to his powers. He too, faces hardships. In order to manipulate ice and the winter weather, he must be sufficiently hydrated and be in an area where there is either a renewable source of water, or where there is snow present. When faced with dehydration, Fjalar is put into a vulnerable state and is rendered useless when it comes to producing ice or snow of any kind. Falling into hibernation is the only way Fjalar is able to recuperate his energy back to a stable level.

Fjalar’s power was much stronger before modern civilization began to take over the world. The planet is heating up—and fast. Glaciers are melting, sea levels are rising, cloud forests are dying, and wildlife is scrambling to keep pace. From 1880 to 2012, the global average surface temperature has increased by 0.85 °C. Due to the detrimental change in weather over the years, Fjalar’s control over his power has been crippled. A deep freeze proves as consequence of his unstable condition, thanks to the decline in a stable climate. The winter storm can range from freezing rain and ice, to heavy snowfall over a few hours, to a blizzard that lasts for several days. Many winter storms are accompanied by dangerously low temperatures. The dangerous storms he unwillingly creates, put the people he cares so deeply for in harm's way...death being the unsavoury result.

Proud of his powers, Fjalar wishes that he can make his father happy by bringing good to the Sami people. Fjalar always enjoyed caring for the Sami people, and despite his obvious dominance over them, he was always treated as though he was equal to them. Though these were his feelings before modern civilization took over causing strength and overall control of his powers to decline. Fjalar began to resent himself, feeling as though he was no longer good enough for the people whom he raised and loved, seeing generation after generation come and go. He knew that if he continued to exist he would put them in danger, but he also knew if he left, that their individuality as an indigenous group would cease to exist. Developing anxiety, Fjalar fears that he will no longer be able to provide and protect the Sami people. Fjalar now often lives as a recluse within the scandinavian mountains and rarely comes out, afraid of hurting the people he cares deeply for.
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[ede]

Username: ede

Name: Bellerieve

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