[CloudedDiamond]

user: CloudedDiamond
kalon name: Tea
prompt (500 words max.):
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[Dewy Feathers]

user: Dewy Feathers
kalon name: Eumelia
prompt (500 words max.): 240ish words
Eumelia wanted to be a professional musician. A pianist. She was very good at it, sneaking in practice in her neighbors piano. Those who heard it would say, ‘it was music that came from heaven. Pure magic.’ She was ready to play and become famous, but there was one thing holding her back;

Her family.

They were supportive, and they wanted her to succeed, but they couldn’t do it. Eumelia’s parents were poor, and they did what they could, but Eumelia was an only child, and her ancestors always had been gardeners. Her parents would let her be a musician, but Eumelia could already sense their disappointment with her choice. They wanted to keep the family business going. Eumelia could try, but her guilt would never let her succeed.

“Mother, I’ve thought about it. I really do want to become a pianist.” Eumelia’s mother sighed. “Of course, honey, do what you want. I’m going to go take care of the roses.”

Her mother always took care of the roses when she was feeling sad or stressed. If Eumelia apologized, she would keep gardening. The only way for Eumelia to fully succeed would be to leave, but to do that, Eumelia had to have money, and the family’s funds were low. She could travel on foot to make it to the city, but Eumelia couldn’t bring herself to do it.

[néktar]

user: néktar
kalon name: marcus
prompt (500 words max.):

[Moonpaw8033]

user: Moonpaw8033
kalon name: Ophelia
prompt (500 words max.): What is Ophelia's goal? Their goal is quite simple, help everyone learn their talents, all the capabilities they had, and help them succeed in their life! They wished to help them learn everything they needed to know and help them use that knowledge in their life. Ophelia quite enjoys seeing others use their talents and get acknowledged and praised for it! (61 / 500 words)

[cecro]

user: wormies
kalon name: Akasha
prompt (500 words max.): Akasha has one goal; to find a purpose. Her old "friends", now deceased, always ignored her, making her wonder if they were really her friends. "Hello?" Akasha yelled out to the crowd, but nobody noticed, as if she weren't there. The reason behind this is unknown, but she believes that she's "not good enough" or "has a bland personality".

"You need to stop ignoring me." Akasha yelled out, but the only response was a sigh, and then footsteps slowly getting quieter. Akasha then reached out, but the vision of the kalon in front of her slowly got smaller, until it wasn't there. She then realized that nobody wanted anything to do with her, so she decided to leave.

It felt like years since she left her home, even though it was only around 4 days. "Maybe," she said to herself. "Maybe I don't have a purpose." she continued but I'm not giving up so easy, she thought, and continued walking, until she encountered a new crowd. But, she hesitated and walked away; she knew that it wouldn't seem polite to interrupt their talk.

Akasha continued to wander, seeking a purpose. Every night, she had wondered if she even had a purpose, and always determined that maybe, just maybe, she didn't have one in the first place. This always saddened her. She always knew that her fake friends were ignoring her, the only people who paid any attention to her was her family. But, she continues to look. (247 words)

[zero.two]

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username. zero.two (#743737)
kalon name. Artemis
kalon gender. female (she/her)
prompt. "This kalon has a goal in mind - what is it? And what's holding them back from trying to achieve it?"


xxxxxxxxxxx─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: * "A goal without a plan is only a dream" * :☆ﾟ. ───

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Artemis' main goal in life has been to reunite with her twin brother, Apollo. The two had been inseparable since childhood and did everything as a team. As they grew older though, their interests became a rift between the two. Apollo chose to stay behind and take over his role as the God of the sun and knowledge, while Artemis wanted to "spread her wings" and find her own path in life. This angered her brother to no end, and the pair quickly became estranged, much to Artemis' displeasure.

As time passed and she grew into an adult, Artemis was crippled by the guilt that clutched at her. She knew in her heart that she was the reason their relationship had become strained, but she couldn't bring herself to give in and return to the days that they shared together.

Artemis loved the life she lived with all of her being. She was free; subsisting off the earth and its plentiful bounty, roaming with the animals in her forests, and healing the sick and injured who came to her. It was a wonderful life for her, but in her heart, she could still feel the hole left behind by her brother.

She couldn't stand the royal life, and she never had much enthusiasm for being fawned over by others within the palace. They were both individuals of great importance, but not by choice. She detested having to spend all of her days doing paperwork and looking after things that were chosen for her to do. She especially despised having to appease her father, the God of Gods, and his endless disapproval.

Above all of this though, she missed the days where she and her brother would wake up early and head to the forest to hunt; or the mornings where she would watch her brother raise the sun and he would watch her bring forth the moon that same night. They were once the "Great Twins of Olympus," but she couldn't force herself to be happy in this role.

Most days she had to hold herself back from dropping everything and returning home, but she knew that if she did, she would be walking right back into her own personal prison.

Artemis loved her brother above all else, but she was mortified about returning home, and even more scared about abandoning her new duties and leaving her life of bliss in the shadows. For now, their reunion would have to wait.xxxxxx

word count: 411 words

[Ucanthandleme]

Username: Ucanthandleme (809102)
Kalon name: Lorn
Prompt:

Lorn gently stroked the canvas before him. A blank slate of white waiting to be marred with an array of colours all in his grasp. He had wonderful thoughts in his head, a skyline of colourful birds flocking in the sky, an ocean of coral swinging with the water currents, a gentle smile of an old man dancing with his wife. Such vivid images he wished to put onto paper. From mind to canvas he wanted to display the world in his mind. The world he saw before, what he remembered the world to be. But he couldn't. He had sat in front of the canvas for hours, for days, for weeks, yet not even a drop of paint had been layered onto it. All there was, was a man and a blank canvas with nothing to his name.

Lorn had loved painting as a child, oceans of colourful fish, vivid flowers in his mother's favourite colours, he created beautiful art, everyone said so. But now he couldn't. A genius of painting he held this title from childhood into adulthood, he lived up to the title he was given, but not anymore. He could no longer paint the canvas from white to rainbow, all he could do was sit wounded and alone, left with his thoughts of grandeur in front of an empty canvas. The brilliant paintings he created were a far off memory, he struggled to remember them, not because he had forgotten them, but that when he thought of what he used to do he could only feel grief. He was blind, the colours that he had seen all his life were gone and all that was left was a perpetual filter over his vision, yet he longed to paint again.

A hand touched his shoulder and a sentence was spoken in his ear, “The blue paint is on the left and yellow on the right”. He listened but did not move, his pride as a genius simply would not let him. To leave his pride as a genius behind and let someone else be his eyes, to trust someone else with his vision was a task he felt was all too hard. To never again see if what he painted was what he envisioned, if the colours were right, if the shades were all perfect, how was he to know? To never see the world with his eyes, the brilliant world he longed for from his memory. All of this created a barrier he found hard to pass, an insurmountable mountain he hadn’t yet been able to climb. The mountain to his goal, to paint once again.

440/500

[PleaserOfCrowds]

user: PleaserOfCrowds
kalon name: Lore
prompt (500 words max.): (Wip!)

[SpiritWish]

user: Sp1ritW1sh
kalon name: TBN
prompt (500 words max.): {wip}

[~Finchly]

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