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Bailey-Boo

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[carpe noctem.]

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[appiesauce]

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[Aeryn]

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[illicit]

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"Semi tabellio prima
Retracto quemadmodum callum
Odi cimussiato bora
Victum calefia doleo
Mia esto nescienta
Lio rumen appello mama
Effascinatio crea
Tichius nova lumen patior
Esto mi doleo solor
Vivax olor ma infecta
Estar in mia altaria
Estur inomina montis
I don't know, won't get out alive, yeah"

Name; Noa Lucía
Gender; female
Their kingdom; outskirts of Eliery
Characteristic facts;

➸charming
➸no remorse
➸confident
➸pathological liar

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Noa was raised by the woodland creatures, she never knew her parents, and never cared to know.
She has no home other than where her heart is, she usually resides in the outskirts of the Eliery forests.
With no interest in making friends or allies, she is a rouge. Noa is a highly skilled thief.
She never lacks food or supplies, she hunts as she pleases and knows her way around the forest.
Noa's weapons of choice are an old dagger, which she crafted herself, and an elegant bow she stole from the city armoury.

She has little to no understanding of emotions, and often reacts bluntly when presented with affection.
Noa deeply resents the monarchy, and has often considered rallying other Kalons up to start an anarchy.

❝Noa took a deep breath, the morning sun seeped down through the trees,
giving the green grass around her a soft glow. Her indigo eyes scanned the environment throughly.
Consuming the details around her, paying close attention to every sound and any shift in lighting.
Noa cherished early mornings, it was just her and her prey. Her ears perked up at every bird chirp,
she collects the eggs from their nests, it's survival of the fittest.

The young kalon shuffled through her leather bag, searching for a selection of herbs she keeps stocked.
She threw some chicory, lemon balm and wild strawberries together with the eggs.
Nutritions are important to survive here. Every day is a challenge without nourishment.
Noa steadily walked back to her burrow by the stream, stopping to get a sip of water.

"Today's the day." She thinks to herself, "today is the day when I strike. They will never see me coming"
She brushed her hair away from her face in preparation as she stuffed her weapons in the torn bag.❞

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Name; tbd
Gender; male
Their kingdom; Edoilia
At least 300 words about their character; wip
warlock chosen to apprentice as a future council member

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Name: Ravian
Gender: Male
Their kingdom: Eliery
At least 300 words about their character:
His parents having strong magical powers, and strong spiritual connections, as well as high statuses due to this, Ravian was raised and trained, expected to gain said powers and abilities through tough training by his parents, mostly his father, to keep their reputation. However, even with the harsh training, Ravian did manage to control and use quite a bit of his parents inherited strengths, .

When Ravian was younger, he was a much more subtle, quite and obedient child however slightly stubborn, this maybe be due to how he interacted little with others, due to his fathers restrictions. Regardless, as he grew older, he did become a strong Kalon. But he ended up growing a bit more cold, still a bit quiet, but much more sharp with his language and even more stubborn... He was a little quiet and obedient Kalon anymore, he had now grew confident, and a bit more aware of others...

As time grew, Ravian now often ignored his father, as he continued to push him to work more. Which lead to something unexpected... Ravian's father used a spell on him, which erased his memory, or more specifically give him amnesia, which made him forget who his parents were, and even everything he learnt, more simply, his identity may as well be erased and forgotten.

((Still working on this;; Not sure what else may happen next.... ))

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𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑯
𝐀𝐍𝐃
𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑹𝑪𝑬𝑳𝒀
𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘
𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐇𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌

res w/ vahnori "wild child" named tyr, male
rebellious and untamed, sweet but vile, a "lyra silvertongue"-esque character
adventurous, rule-breaker; childish, impatient and rude

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mother mother - no culture
mother mother - try to change

Violet-eyed little menace. Only one step away from trouble at any given time, Tyr is always moving, never stopping for anyone- not even if the council itself came around and ordered him to. Not that they would- as just some orphaned brat, he's quite far down on their list of concerns. But perhaps he should be higher, as he is truly a little demon wherever he wishes to run about.

Every day is a blur of running and shouting, of angry adults chasing in vain after fleeing rascals until lungs all the way down the street are hoarse and youthful laughter runs wild, the sound falling flat in the tangles of forest and grassland where they play. Grown-ups mean nothing in this vicious world of parentless children, with each one stealing and tormenting freely until they are spotted, at which point they tear off in record time- leaving the bigger kalons stumbling behind. Incapable of being tamed, or at least certainly not without impossible levels of patience and care, they run wild in the vacant fields and woodlands,
free from regulation and dodging whoever may come to attempt to bend them back into shape.

"You's a coward!"
"No I en't!"
"Then take the dare, stupid!"
Tyr bit his cheek, his eyes narrowed to slits as he stared down the nameless child before him. He was round-cheeked,
stubby-legged, with mean eyes and grubby fur- a street rat as forgettable as Tyr himself. But a dare was a dare- to back out of one marked cowardice and took all the credibility they might have. Tyr took pride in his ability to lord over the other wretched children in the area, and backing out of even one dare would take all of that back to zero.

"A'aight," he said slowly, swinging down from his comfy perch on a low-hanging branch and squinting so hard he thought his eyes might pop out. "What's your dare, brat?"

The little kalon smirked- and it was here that he noticed the shifty craftiness in his eyes -and cooed,
"I dare ya to run up and kick that fancy house yonder." He hesitated for a minute before adding, "Right in th' glass."

Tyr scoffed. "Ach, that's y'r big an' fancy dare? I do that all the time. Watch and learn!"
(though of course, neither of them had never done any learning in their lives.)

[Esther~]

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