[iinvictus]

Username: tinytyn
Name: bixley
Personality: bixley can often be described as obsessive, or idolizing, and often puts people or things on a pedestal without noticing. because of this, he might come off as a jerk, but he means well.
Hobby: bixley spends most of his time reading.whether it be long paperbacks like godsgrave, even longer hardbacks like the fifth wave or the goths of grigg, online universes like those on AO3, or fanfiction, likely with little grammar, on wattpad, he loves it all!
Extra(optional): wip

(im not tryna generalize wattpad fics but if u have a wattpad u prolly know what i mean, rite?)

[Tjebb]

Username: Tjebb
Name: Twisty
Personality: Bubbly, Hyper, Crazy, Impulsive
Hobby: Making balloon animals and eating popcorn
Extra(optional): Not going to do this, but Thank you for this opportunity! <3

[Peachycupcake525]

Username: Peachycupcake525
Name: Camryn
Personality: He's kind of wild and carefree, and he leaps before he looks most of the time. He's pretty sweet and accepting, although he can be pretty insensitive when he isn't thinking.
Hobby: He spends his free time looking at birds and nature stuff with his binoculars.
Extra(optional):
It was night. So far from the city, the stars filled the sky, but they did little to light up the ground before them. The moon was only a sliver of silver in the endless darkness of the cloudless sky. The only light came from the fireflies dancing around them.
As they walked, Camryn turned to look at his companion. Cassia’s face was only slightly visible, but he could see that she was smiling, a rare occurrence.
They wandered for at least thirty minutes, their eyes on the fireflies. They forgot everything for a time. They left no tracks and no way to find their way back. They did not speak, and through their unspoken agreement to be silent, he understood one reason why Cassia was often quiet.
They stopped. Camryn kept watching them, but Cassia stared around, squinting into the darkness and suddenly looking rather worried. He turned to look at her, puzzled. He realized what was wrong just as Cassia spoke:
“Where are we?”
The two of them stared around, before choosing the direction they thought they came from. Soon they were even more lost than before, if that was even possible. They were soon exhausted.
“Maybe it’ll be easier to find our way in the morning,” Camryn said, his words somewhat slurred. He couldn’t keep his eyes open. He lay down. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cassia do the same. They fell asleep watching the fireflies.

[Kyar]

Username:
Kyar
Name:
Freida
Personality:
Freida has never quite found her place in society - despite being taken in by her father after her mother's death, a dhampir is hard-pressed to go undetected within the vampire community she calls home. While her half-blood has given her a safety the human citizens of the realm lack, her incomplete powers and noticeably humanish features have left her largely ignored by those in power around her. Treated almost more as a servant than a daughter, Freida has learned to keep her lips sealed and a careful eye on the happenings at the manor where she lives. She may not care much for her father's vampiric behavior, but she does find some peace knowing she's with family. On quiet nights, she'll often join him in his study and sit with him, asking questions about her mother. The romance between the two had been brief, but very real, and Freida is certain that even if he can't show it, he cares for her and misses her mother too.

Often keeping to herself, her presence can be easily detected by the mournful tunes she hums as she carries out her duties. The melodies she holds remind her of her mother, who she knew only for a brief time before illness atop the injuries she sustained during childbirth took her. Over time, they've become twisted and empty, but still they bring her a comfort of a home she hardly knew. Stories in the village around their home circulate that the songs come from a lost spirit, a soul taken by the vampires who could never find rest.

Time and silence are her world. Rarely interacting with anyone but the home's servants and her father, Freida has become an unintentional recluse, though it suits her well. Most vampires consider her a waste, while most humans recognize her bloodline in fear. Nights pass where her displacement brings her to tears, but she finds comfort in her safety, and intrigue in the tactical and political information she picks up from the vampiric rulers her father spends so much time with. She may wander like a shadow, but her mind is always open. Dreams are hard to find when the world feels so dark, but they linger, whispers on the wind.

Hobby:
To maintain the few powers she has, it's necessary for Freida to partake of human blood at least weekly. While her father is happy to supply a drink she doesn't have to harvest herself, the taste is bitter and sickening to the young dhampir. As she grew older, her distaste only grew stronger, but her father's insistence on maintaining her powers left her in a pinch. Thankfully, Freida found a solution.

Herbs and spices are rare where sunlight is almost nonexistent, but roots and hardy plants still find their way. They provide the perfect relief - in the form of tea. Her collection started small, but over the years, Freida has amassed a sizable store of tea ingredients, mixing and matching to find the perfect balance. A bit of blood is lost in a cup of warm, flavorful teas, and she can enjoy her creations on any occasion she desires. Few samplings of her mixes have made it outside the manor walls, but those that do are renowned and extremely valuable. Whispers can only guess at where the beautiful teas come from, and while many have heard, a taste is a rare and priceless reward.

Her teas were created for her own enjoyment, above all. She could spend every day trying every combination, tasting again and again to find the perfect match.



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[Cinnamon Heart]

Mark

[HowlToTheWind]

Username: HowlToTheWind
Name: London
Personality: WIP
Hobby: WIP
Extra(optional): might do a sketch of this beautiful babe <3

[lumilys]

Username:
Name:
Personality:
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[cribunni]

username. aloe~



name. Alexandrite [Al-ex-and-right] - goes by ‘Alex’

personality. She’s always described herself as a “dreamer.” Her mom used to say that she has stars in her eyes, and moon dust in her hair; that her tears are tails of comets burning up in the atmosphere of her. Alex can be described as bubbly, and spontaneous. You never really know what comes next with her, and she’s proud of that fact.

hobby. Alex’s mother loved stargazing. Before her mom died, she’d take her out late at night and point out the constellations to her. She showed her the planets, and Alex loved the way she smiled as she talked about what was up there. She described it as a whole other world; after all, her mother always had been out-of-this-world. That’s how Alex got started on her poetry. Her very first poems were about the night sky, and her mother always loved them so much. She had poems framed all around her room, showing just how proud she was of her daughter.

extra[optional]. Alexandrite’s favorite original poem, They’re Just Stars:
“When I was a kid, I loved looking at the stars. I watched the sky, waiting for them to give me the answers; or simply just move. I substituted the moon as company to fill my loneliness, and spoke to the stars as if we were old friends. I laced my fingers through the night, in the hopes that it would give me a sense of what it’s like to be wanted. It never did. But I still love the night. Love it like a father who would never love me back. Love it like the days that my mirror doesn’t criticize the reflection within it. Love it like that feeling when you’re not someone’s first choice, but hey; at least they still thought of you. Love it like, “Be greatful, you could have it worse.” Because.. I could. But the stars don’t tell me that.
They don’t tell me much of anything. They just listen. But sometimes, if you listen, real close; you can hear them, too. Or maybe that’s just the loneliness talking again. But hey.. I could have it worse.”

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[legend speaker]

username. legend speaker
name. july
personality. [227/600] july has always had the spark of a star in her eyes the moment she was born. her happy-go-lucky attitude persisted through her younger years; even despite age, nothing seems to bring a damper on her dreamer attitude. there always seems to be a bounce in her step wherever it is she may go, a bright smile to match those bright starry eyes of hers. her messy hair is reminiscent of her wild attitude and her deep compassion for one very specific thing: fireworks. no matter how simple or extravagant, her love for just about everything is persistent and never seems to bring her down. finding purpose in every little thing isn't hard for this kalon, as she seems happy doing just about anything, whether it be helping someone else or acting out an improvised play with her pals.
granted, there is one thing to get her in a down mood: the rain. as an outdoor-loving kalon, the rain puts quite a damper on her day, and usually hates getting wet - or even worse cold and wet! - and thus spends time miserably inside, but tends to find something to take her mind off the depressing time inside. she invites her friends over to play board games (while terrible at them, she has a good time), or watch movies, or whatever else they may come up with!
hobby. [283/600] this kalon happened to be born on a day celebrated with fireworks and exciting festivities, meaning every birthday of hers also brings along some of her most favorite presents: sparklers. this happened to be the first type of firework she got to experience, holding the metal rod carefully between her paws and watching as the tip was lit with a match. at first she wasn't very astounded, until it sparked and practically bloomed in her paws. she had never been more excited in that moment, being a small kalon at this point, and from that point on she would insist on more sparklers and exciting gifts to fill her with the feeling.
she wasn't much older when she witnessed her first firework in person. the kalon was sat across a lake, mildly confused to her mother's shushing directed to the other family members; july was kept completely in the dark. the soft sizzle confused her, until she saw something shoot up across the lake and explode into a million different particles in the air. her heart soared just as the explosive had, and the show had continued from that first spark. every explosion in the sky, followed by another, filled her with such fulfillment she couldn't go to sleep that night, and woke up her siblings to talk about it even the next day. she ate up everything online about fireworks, from how they were made to videos displaying some shows involving them. still today, she has quite the obsession over them, and occasionally she's been invited to events by family or friends to set off her own fireworks, maybe something she enjoys more than watching them blow up in the darkened sky.

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[ᴇᴜᴛᴏɴʏ]

Username:
.Fox

Name:
Harley

Personality:
Harley doesn't get out much. She is a shy kalon and prefers the company of herself and a notebook. You won't ever see her not sketching or writing. Despite her shyness, Harley is a quirky, witty and very colourful kalon. She just doesn't like to share it with
others.

Hobby:
Harley designs clothes. She will sit at her desk for hours just sketching out and making her design perfect before she even starts the piece itself. Every single one of Harley's design will have a touch of her personality. Even if it's just a tiny bit. Harley's clothing designs range from t-shirts and dresses to jumpsuits and swim-wear. Her most prized design is her yellow and orange jumpsuit which she has named, 'Summer Bliss'.

Extra
I wish everyone good luck on this gorgeous kalon! You all have such great entries!
Also....I just can't draw things.