[NE0N-UMBR30N]

Username + ID#: sylvender 372186
Kalon Link: Sandra
Chosen Prompt: What is their favorite scent?
Prompt Response:

The ocean!
Token Worth: 14 (fullbody =4, shading =2, color =3, background =5)
Previous Responses: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

[Ucanthandleme]

Username + ID#: Ucanthandleme + 809102
Kalon Link: System + Haemal
Chosen Prompt: "A smell they absolutely HATE"
Prompt Response:
System can't stand the smell of burnt toast and Haemal can't stand the smell of anything spicy.


Token Worth:
Fullbody (4) - Colour (3) - Extra Character (5) - Total= 9 tokens

Previous Responses:
Haemal
"How do they feel about their family?" (19)
"What’s your character's ideal date like?" (19)
"If they were stuck on an island, what three things would they bring?" (14)
"What was it like for them growing up?" (19)
"What was their childhood bedroom like?" (19)
"What was their favourite childhood toy?" (14)

System
"Do they have any pets?" (19)
"Your character’s favourite snack" (19)
"What makes them feel loved?" (14)

Other
Pile design (2)
Pile design (2)
Pile design (2)
"If they had to wear one colour for the rest of their life, what would it be?" (9)
"If they were an ice cream flavour, what flavour would they be?" (11)
"What flower would they use to describe themselves as?" (9)
"How would this kal draw/describe themselves?" (9)

::209 total tokens::
85 tokens ;; first myo achieved
85 tokens ;; second myo achieved
::190 tokens needed::

[Ucanthandleme]

Username + ID#: Ucanthandleme + 809102
Kalon Link: System + Haemal
Chosen Prompt: "What is their favourite scent?"
Prompt Response:
Surprisingly both System and Haemal's favourite scent is honey!


Token Worth:
Fullbody (4) - Colour (3) - Extra Character (5) - Shading (2) - Total= 11 tokens

Previous Responses:
Haemal
"How do they feel about their family?" (19)
"What’s your character's ideal date like?" (19)
"If they were stuck on an island, what three things would they bring?" (14)
"What was it like for them growing up?" (19)
"What was their childhood bedroom like?" (19)
"What was their favourite childhood toy?" (14)

System
"Do they have any pets?" (19)
"Your character’s favourite snack" (19)
"What makes them feel loved?" (14)

Other
Pile design (2)
Pile design (2)
Pile design (2)
"If they had to wear one colour for the rest of their life, what would it be?" (9)
"If they were an ice cream flavour, what flavour would they be?" (11)
"What flower would they use to describe themselves as?" (9)
"How would this kal draw/describe themselves?" (9)
"A smell they absolutely HATE" (9)


::220 total tokens::
85 tokens ;; first myo achieved
85 tokens ;; second myo achieved
::190 tokens needed::

[MirrorMask]

Username + ID#: MirrorMask + 29018
Kalon Link: Monet
Chosen Prompt: "Do they prefer a starry sky or a vibrant sunrise. . ?"
Prompt Response: A starry sky is the best place to sleep . . .
Token Worth: sketch ( 1 token ) + fullbody ( 4 tokens ) + shading ( 2 tokens ) + background ( 5 tokens ) = 12 tokens
Previous Responses:
- "Does magic exist? Describe it and it’s limits . . . " // 10 tokens

Username + ID#: MirrorMask + 29018
Kalon Link: Monet
Chosen Prompt: "Where do they go to relax. . ?"
Prompt Response:
When Monet needs to retreat and decompress there are two places he finds himself naturally drawn to. The first being his own personal domain, as he among a select few gods who don’t have their personal realm grounded ( as to do so preserves energy at the cost of it being immobile ) and instead can summon his whenever he so wishes. As domains are a separate space from reality often there is a set doorway required to enter such areas. Monet’s “door” is very distinct ( as are all gods; these unique doors are necessary in identifying whose domain an individual is about to enter) and whenever he sees the space before him ripple into a tear of void black. As if reality is contouring right in front of him before reshaping entirely into something akin to a wicked lopsided grin. He knows as soon as this sight greets his icy blue eyes that home is close by. The misshapen and uneven teeth spread open and quickly snap shut once he steps inside. While others would see this and grimace with fear, Monet merely feels his body untense with the knowledge safety is only a few paces ahead. Before him there is a seemingly endless dessert as far as the eye can see with a starless night sky to match it. Often the bleach white sand can be blinding to newcomers the same way fresh snow lures the unaware to a permanent darkness. As this is a place of his own creation Monet stands unaffected, his vision remaining as sharp as always. It’s almost impossible how stark white the sand is, so dry and lifeless it seems believable that it may be solely made up of powdered bones instead. As someone walks farther and farther into the domain, every footstep grinds the material into an even finer grain. Making it almost impossible to keep their footing, the sensation of being pulled under by thousands of hands overwhelms many unexpecting guests to Monet’s “kingdom”. Monet moves forward unflustered at the sight and sensations after centuries of calling this place his home, more concerned with the castle awaiting him on the horizon. The further he goes into his own domain the more “lively” it becomes, the inhabitants rising for their sleep slumber. Awakened by the presence of their lord and eager to greet him right away. Small skeletal creatures; the carcasses of lizards, snakes, and mice burrow out of the sand, their bones the same stark white as their surroundings. They move and march with the precision of a trained army. Lining up along the side of their divine; as if he is a grand parade all of his own and they are eager viewers in need of a good celebration. They bow their heads as he passes by and he returns the gesture the best he can by keeping his head low as a sign of mutual respect. Although these creatures are not truly alive and instead are just a figment, a by-product of the domain. Monet still treats them as living creatures for what they stand for, what they represent is core to his divination. If there is one thing that is not lost on Monet, it is the importance of symbolization ( maybe he should blame his brother for such a fallacy). Free will, these small creatures are pieces of free will. As no creature is truly free from the harsh realities of life till it’s simply all over; for death is true freedom. Monet knows this secret ( and is never keen on telling mortals as the discussion of death always frightens them ) and holds it close to his heart. With his domain a piece of himself, of his power this harsh truth is displayed aloud as these seemingly unremarkable animals. As soon as they appear, they’re gone hurryingly burying themselves once again under the sand. Some however choose to wander behind their patron as he makes his journey to his castle; he’s grateful for the company towards and then within those polished limestone walls. The architect of his home is akin to the seafront villas that scatter the iconic Greek coastline, the simple structures whose beauty is unquestioned. Although Monet’s castle is almost ten times the size of one of those cozy peite homes, hallways are so ungodly enormous that even the smallest noise reverbs for days. Nestled in one of those hallways, only a mer few paces ahead stands his personal beacon of comfort. His throne, in which he can always reliably lounge upon to sleep away all of his worries; to rest easy. The only thing in his home that isn’t “perfect” by a mortal’s standard, worn down by time and constant use. There is a dip in the middle of the seat from years of him lying lazily upon it, his body perfectly fitting into this slot. Only making him feel even more at home. He idly moves his hands over the various slashes on his seat, some made on purpose others during feverish dreams. He can still remember the nightmares which created the deepest gorges into the strong stone. The absent-minded motion of running his hands over these grooves ushers him into a peak state of relaxation. Caution, worry, stress that have been slowly crumbling away the minute he entered his domain; finally dissipate. There is only one other place in the whole wide world where he can relax like this; resting alongside his blessing of a niece. Her little chest flutters as she sleeps contently on top of him, a comfortable weight he’d never ever dare to complain about. He drifts away just as easily in that pastel disaster of a little’s girl room . The last noise he hears before succumbing to the overwhelming amounts of comfort around him, is the familiar squeak of the door as his brother attempts to sneakily check in on them ( leaving Monet always silently wishes for his brother to join them ). It happens everytime, like a script . . . by divine he wishes he was there now. His domain is his home, but so is his family.
Token Worth: 1,027 words // 10 tokens
Previous Responses:
- "Does magic exist? Describe it and it’s limits . . . " // 10 tokens
- "Do they prefer a starry sky or a vibrant sunrise. . ?" ( above ) // 12 tokens

[Little Fish]

Username + ID#: Little Fish + 168591
Kalon Link: xXx
Chosen Prompt: What does their current bedroom look like? Is it messy or clean
Prompt Response: Clean with a LOT of plants c:

reference
Token Worth: 14 {full-body 4, shading 2, color 3, back ground 5}
Previous Responses:
For Waverly -
1-3|4 & 5|6 & 7|8
For Saichi -
1-3|4 & 5

[sheepsorrel]

Username + ID#: conradical 413649
Kalon Link: x
Chosen Prompt: How did they learn they were special?
Prompt Response: x
the first time he met an extraterrestrial -- just a kid his age, training somewhere to be some space station bodyguard. he'd left the group to go grab lunch and decided to explore the local planets, despite the fact that palden's planet was marked as "no visiting". palden knew he wanted to go to space; this was the day he realized it could really happen for him.

Token Worth:
fullbody: 4
shading: 2
color: 3
multiple chars: 5
total:14

Previous Responses: 123456789

[LostInTheEcho]

Username + ID#: LostInTheEcho + 680104
Kalon Link: K’atini - [Kat]
Chosen Prompt: Do they enjoy school?

Prompt Response:

K'atini would say that they liked school, at least their version of it. Which most likely wouldn't be what most people would think of when thinking of school. They had admittedly been in a more normal school. It is more normal in the respect that they (hopefully) had a licenced teacher and a syllabus to follow. But not fully normal since it was for remedial classes made for people who was missing something for higher education. Considering K'atini hadn't done any school after fifteen before this, they definitely would need it for higher education. (Not that they'd ever end up attending that in the end, but still.)
They had only attended the normal school for a couple months though, before throwing in the towel and admitting to themselves that it wasn't for them and that they were good at other stuff instead.

What was it that they liked about school then? It was fun to learn for one, and yes, K’atini did enjoy learning, which for some reason didn’t seem to be the case for kids in normal schools. Secondly, all the other kids, their friends, were there, so they could spend time with them and play during the breaks. And that’s pretty much it. It’s simply fun to be there and everyone is nice, food is great and they always have something to do.


In their school, all kids are divided up in two groups, the small kids and the big kids. The small kids are all those that can't really pay full attention to a teacher yet and need much of play in their learning coupled with frequent breaks. The big kids, the group you join when you're somewhere like seven, eight or nine years old depending on your maturity and willingness to learn i a structured manner, is where you have to be able to listen to the lessons, follow instructions and work somewhat independently. Of course less pressure is put on the younger kids but if they're distracted by other things as soon as the teachers back is turned, then maybe they're not ready yet.

Due to the fact that they're different ages, they're also on different difficulty levels. So while they all might be working on the same thing, the expected standard of your work differ.

Additionally the younger among the big kids start and end the day earlier than the older kids, who start later and then stay later in the afternoon. This split meant that subjects that were more in need of being taught separately at different levels, like math, could be and with the smaller class size at those times, the teachers had more time to help each student.


K'atini had been relatively early to join the big kids. They can't remember what age they were, only that they were younger than average. Or well, they had, but then they’d moved back due to a small problem. That small problems name was Kat. She was younger than K’atini by a bit more than a year. She was a small thing with sharp teeth and a head full of curly hair. Kat wasn’t truly a problem. She was kind to others, listened during class and did all her work.

The problem is that Kat is a largely emotional kal so when she's sad, frustrated or confused she'll cry or almost cry if comforted quick enough. Which isn’t a problem in and of itself, the problem is that no one can console her except K’atini (well, her parents could but they weren’t in the school obviously). No one knew why, it simply was the truth of it all. The teachers had wondered if she simply wanted to spend more time with her friend and this was a clever ruse to get it. It hadn’t been a problem while they were in the same age group and sat next to each other, but with K’atini in another room, it was.

They had tried to make it work but the more they tried to comfort her, it seemed that the more upset she got. Miss Sunny had a bit more luck than anyone else and could actually calm her, but ultimately, it never went as smoothly as when K’atini was the one to comfort Kat.

They’d tried to talk to her about it since it wasn’t really doable to fetch K’atini all the time and it wouldn’t be fair to them to make them go back to the younger class. This also upset Kat, because she didn’t want to be the reason why K’atini would fail at school and she felt like an awful friend.

In the end, K’atini decided themself that they’d stay in the younger class, until next year when Kat could could go up as well. And with time she’d learn to control her reactions better even if she’d always be a person with strong emotions


Kat was one reason that K’atini liked school, she was their best friend and while they couldn’t get up to any mischief during class time, breaks were fair game. Other fun things with school that they’d then thought was true for all schools but they’d realized later in life was probably mostly theirs, was how they were taught and their ability to choose and the flexibility of the schedule.

For one, if they’d didn’t like a specific assignment, they could argue for why they should rather do another, similiar, assignment instead. Like that one time they were supposed to write about old, dead, powerful kalons of the past, in other words rulers and kings and queens. K’atini found that incredibly boring, there were so many fun dead people you could write about instead! So K’atini had made their case to write about an important magical scientist who had made found the connections between places and magic and how these magical places were connected with each other, that was a lot more fun (since K’atini was in the wow-magic-is-so-cool phase at the time).

Secondly, their schedule could change if there was something that gave reason to it and all (or most) kids wanted it. For example when the first real snowfall of the winter came and everyone just wanted to be out and play and go sledding. Then the usual classes for the day would be cancelled and they’d bundle up to have an outdoorsy day. It might be important to learn stuff in a classroom but it’s equally important to get excercise and it’s not like they’d be able to focus fully that day either.

They also don’t always have classroom learning. In autumn they’re often out in the forest, learning about mosses, trees and mushrooms. First they’ll gather in The Clearing where the teachers first talk about what they’ll be doing that day and handing out age appropriate assignments as well as field flora and mushroom books. They’ll be split into mixed age groups so that the older kids (teens) can keep an eye on the younger and make sure that they don’t pick anything poisonous. They’ll then walk around in the forest and complete their assignments, which might be to identify different plants you find and their main characteristics.


Since their teachers aren’t actually truly real teachers, they can’t grade them themselves. Their grades are given by tests that the government send out to them, which they then send back in to be graded. But their teachers want to know themselves how well they’re doing and grade it themselves first to give the kids a prelimineary grade. And say what you will about them, so far no one had failed a subject so they must be doing something right.


All in all, K’atini’s school experience and been, good, fun and educating and even if it was nothing like the schooling in the normal school they’d attended later, they prefered it and would not have wanted to have it any other way.

Token Worth: 10 Tokens // 1316 words


Previous Responses:
What is their nerdy hobby? [10]
Does magic exist? Describe it and it’s limits [10]
What was their childhood bedroom like? [12]
What is their favorite scent? [13]
Who do they admire most? [5]

Total [60]

[coffee.berry]

Username + ID#: coffee.berry + #1008279
Kalon Link: Waves
Chosen Prompt: What was it like for them growing up?
Prompt Response:

Growing up? Well, it starts on a windy night, when I woke up on the beach.
I shook myself and I couldn’t find my family.

I was only a young Kalon back then, I was devastated.

Frightened and cold, I walked over to a oak tree by the park and fell asleep.


Now, onto the good part.

One day, 2 years later, I found a portal thing that I walked into, and I felt like my life just began.

It was a beach, with calm waves that I walked into.

They gently brush my fur, and I was delighted.

And now, I still live there. But I had to add some bushes and flowers before I could actually sleep the first night haha!

That was probably everything I remember growing up.

[131 words]

Token Worth: 1 token
Previous Responses: None rn

[LostInTheEcho]

Username + ID#: LostInTheEcho + 680104
Kalon Link: Kat
Chosen Prompt: What flower would they use to describe themself as?

Prompt Response:

Kat would describe themselves as a rose bush. A rose bush with pink and fragrant flowers with large, velvet soft petals. This rose bush would have the most vibrant green leaves you’d ever seen. It would have the perfect shape with just the right amount of branches, making it not too dense but also not scraggly looking.

It would be such a bush that you just couldn’t help being drawn to. You just had to get closer. To touch the delicate flowers, smell their sweet scent and perhaps even pick a flower or two. You’d reach in, distantly surprised by the fact that you have to reach into the bush. There were so many flowers that there must be one closer to the surface, but perhaps your eyes set on the ”perfect” one.

It’s here, with your arm stretched in, that you find yourself trapped. The thorns had taken their grip. The thorns that of course were there, but you had been distracted by the beauty you thought that you’d seen. Yet with your hand trapped in the thorns of the bush, you realize that the beauty you’d seen was but a mirage or perhaps a wish. You’d seen the first pink rose and then imagined the rest were you thought they should be. But the truth is that the rose bush with the enormous amount of flowers only held a few. And those few are well guarded behind thorns and branches so dense only one with intimate knowledge of the bush and it’s temperament would be able to reach them.

With the thorns digging into the skin of your arm you realize your mistake. There had never been a perfect rose bush, with perfect pink flowers, with the sweetest scent. It’s the false expectations of someone who only see what the wish to see until push comes to shove and the thorns come out.

In reality, the rose bush is but a simple rose bush. The flowers are still pink but they don’t hold the perfect shape, they’re slightly lopsided and smaller than one might wish and with petals that are slightly torn in the edges. Their smell is still sweet but far subtler, with earthy undertones from the bush itself. The bush itself is both too dense and too scraggly. It’s core is almost nothing but branches while further out they grow wild in a wide tangle of thorns and leaves. Leaves that are not extraordinarily green but rather a muted earthy green that knows itself and knows it’s lands.


As you see this, still with your arm trapped in thorns, the bush asks if now, you’ve learned your lessen. If you can see the error of your ways. Tightening it’s thorns in threat as it asks if you’ll promise to remove your hand at once if released. You promise to retreat, to leave it alone, and the thorns let you go with one last rasp of its sharp thorns.

As you leave, you do best to remember.

Rose bushes have thorns for a reason.

Token Worth: 5 Tokens // 507 words


Previous Responses:
What is their nerdy hobby? [10]
Does magic exist? Describe it and it’s limits [10]
What was their childhood bedroom like? [12]
What is their favorite scent? [13]
Who do they admire most? [5]
Do they enjoy school? [10]

Total [65]

[LostInTheEcho]

Username + ID#: LostInTheEcho + 680104
Kalon Link: Kat
Chosen Prompt: What is their world’s creation story?

Prompt Response:

Okay, so there’s like a million creation stories. Some might be almost identical with the exception of one little detail, while others are /wildly different. Like the creation story with the turtles versus the one with the frozen world. Those are however irrelevant and are mostly jokes (at least Kat really, really hopes so).

Kat’s favourite creation story however is rather fun and also rather old and this is how it goes:

”” In the beginning, there wasn’t really anything around, like the blue screen of death. Then in this vastness of nothingness, a pebble moved.

Where did the pebble come from? Why did it move? No one knows! And no one was there to study it so no one will know either, but it did move and that’s the important part.

Now in the ocean of nothing, there laid a pebble. And then that pebble laid there for an indeterminate amount of time, since time wasn’t yet. Then the pebble eventually had enough. It was bored. It didn’t want to be in nothing anymore so it decided to move and see if it could find something that wasn’t nothing.

So the pebble traveled. Yet everything looked the same if it was even possible to look since there was nothing. Everything looked the same, so it was as if the pebble never moved. This the pebble though was boring, so with a spark it created something.

That something was the stars in the nothingness. (One version has there being clouds of stardust first that then, after another indeterminate amount of time, forms into the stars. Where the clouds came to be when the pebble moved the first time. This isn’t that version though.)

With stars out in the world around them, the pebble could now move with purpose. The pebble moved towards a star. It’s unknown if it was the closest star or another, but it got there eventually. The pebble moved close to the star and since it’s a pebble, it couldn’t feel it’s heat.

Now, since it’s an old story, the star was said to have the appearance of a preacious gem, like the most spectacular crystal you’d ever seen. The pebble was mesmerized and moved ever closer. It moved closer and closer until it moved to close and was engulfed by the star.

The pebble was gone.

It was gone but yet lived on. Because in the star the pebble transformed. The pebble was given a conciousness, it was given feelings, senses and dreams. The pebble was given a shape that was not that of a small stone but that of a shimmering ethereal being. Previously it had been small. An insignificant speck in the universe. Now it was vast, the being was on a whole different scale and now didn’t see the stars as such large and imposing creations anymore. It’s appreciation for them stilll remained, however and the being wished for them to have purpose.

The being then, from it’s own form, gave small grains of earth into the previous nothingness which would now create something together with the stars. These small grains formed together over millenia to create large rocks up to the size of planets. These the being then set to spin around the stars so that they could feel the warmth of the stars and be mesmerized by their brilliance yet made to spin around so that they can’t make the same mistake of getting too close.

Now the being was happy and proud of itself. It could remember being a pebble and it had now created many pebbles, but larger, to share its existence. It lived on in this existence for a long time but eventually it felt that something was missing. The being was not a pebble anymore, after all, and it wished for forms which shared its sentience and lust for life.

The being then started creating lifeforms. In the beginning they were simple and did not look very pretty. The lifeforms were placed on the big rocks around the warm stars to give them a home. As time went on, the being got more confident and created more lifeforms.

And that’s how kalons and everything else was created and so on and so forth. And that’s the everything-from-a-pebble-that-suddenly-moved creation story. ””

Token Worth: 5 Tokens // 711 words


Previous Responses:
What is their nerdy hobby? [10]
Does magic exist? Describe it and it’s limits [10]
What was their childhood bedroom like? [12]
What is their favorite scent? [13]
Who do they admire most? [5]
Do they enjoy school? [10]
What flower would they use to describe themself as? [5]

Total [70]