[angelshy]

friendly bump ! c:

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[shibeboi]

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500 words/2 art pieces:

Can we do like 250 words and 1 art piece? Like mix and match?

[colambo]

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500 words/2 art pieces:

res heh

[jouska.]

username: hiraeth.
name: eduard
gender: male
five hundred words:
four hundred and fifty-five words // two thousand, five hundred and eighty characters
as the sun grows older, it will eventually become a red giant, scorching the earth and evaporating the oceans. a half billion years from now, technology will have evolved, adapted, and grown, however, biological warfare and other disasters will have killed millions of kalons...

the most skilled engineers have created a generation ship, however, in order to be able to make it to the nearest inhabitable planet, it can only hold ten thousand kalons. eduard never thought he'd be chosen as one of the ten thousand and now, the possibility of the unknown, the thrilling chance of adventure, and the knowledge that he'll have to leave behind everything he's ever known behind, frightens him more than anything else in the universe. eduard, above all else, is a young, ambitious kalon. in order to get anywhere in his society, you need to be the best of the best. both of his parents were assassinated because they knew too many secrets; there is no free speech and should you show even the slightest possibility of being a part of a coup, you will be silenced.

ed is, by nature, a very optimistic kalon, however, he is also extremely stubborn and can, at times, be a tad aggressive. he is incredibly persuasive, and very well liked by most other kalons in his sector for his enthusiastic and positive demeanor. he is ready to offer his generosity and support to those who are in need, but he never forgives, and he never forgets those who hurt him. when ed is stressed, he can become overbearing and be belittling towards others, his words filled with sarcasm and anger. when he's like this, he can't think straight and often unintentionally hurts those he loves.

despite being provided for by a distantly related relative, ed never felt as though he was loved or appreciated growing up. the only one who helped him during troubled times was his robot companion, linda. at birth, it is tradition for the parents to bond a robot to their kit; the robot's job is to protect their kalon at any cost, even if it should mean termination or destruction. robots can come in all types of shapes and sizes and will have varying levels of intelligence and emotion according to their jobs. most, but not all, of them can transform and choose whichever form they find suits them best. some are more intelligent than others, some can feel, and some can't, but none of them have any rights. most kalons only see robots as objects, slaves who were only created to serve them, and not sentient beings. despite this, ed sees linda, who takes the form of an owl, as just as important as any other kalon.

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[iuno.]

dropping becos not enough time for me. good luck everyone!

[AustrianAce]

username: Austriagirl

gender: female

Development (500 words max):



"My name is Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes." she said, trying desperately to keep her face straight and to not scratch at the itchy suit she was wearing. "I'm not a psychopath, i'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research" she proclaimed in her best British accent, mimicking the great Sherlock Holmes himself.

Her poker face fell apart and she giggled. "Trick or treat!" she nearly shouted, holding out her bag for candy. The adult kalon gave her a strained smile and dropped a handful of snickers into the bag.




Evanna has always been an interesting child. Often mistaken for a boy because of her short black hair and body type, she has taken advantage of this and has dressed up as Sherlock Holmes every. darn. halloween. And any other opportunity she can find. She owns the coat, the hat, the scarf, and rocks the hairstyle. The background of her phone looks like this and her password is 7437 (SHER). Ever since her parents let her read the books and watch some of the tv show, she has been completely obsessed.

She identifies with Sherlock a great deal as she has always been somewhat of an outcast, always struggling to find people who aren't annoyed by her constant questions, her brilliant mind. Evanna will graduate high school three years early, though her parents try to allow her to have a childhood rather than being shoved into the adult world at such a young age. Because of this, she is more well adapted than many other "genius children," but still feels isolated in a world that does not, and cannot, completely understand her.

Evanna has her own "Dr. Watson," though who can be sure how great his deduction skills are? And he definitely does not have a medical degree. Dr. Watson is Evanna's pet cat, a huge Maine coon with gentle eyes. Everywhere Evanna goes, Dr. Watson, or sometimes John, goes too. When she goes to college, she plans on being able to take Dr. Watson with her. They are bonded, and neither would feel themselves without the other.

One of the only things that Evanna truly enjoys doing other than solving math or science problems and reading is playing violin. Though quite musically gifted, she did have to work hard and practice with an instructor to be able to master difficult violin pieces. Other instruments have intrigued her, such as the piano, french horn, and guitar, but her one true love has always been, and will always be, the violin.

[423/500 words]

[root]

username: kicks
name: nicholas
gender: male
500 words/2 art pieces:

"well you see, we haven't been able to locate a proper birth certificate. the only one we've found clearly has a mistake, as it states that he was born july 21st, 1923."

i take my head from arms, looking up briefly from where i was huddled in the corner. warm tears slipped down my face. my nails dug into my knees. i wanted to go. i wanted to run. i wanted to die.

nobody has ever understood. they treat me as a kid with an imagination too big for my own good. they don't know the things i've been through.

and they'll never see me differently. i'll be this way forever no matter how many years pass. i am immortal. and it sucks.


all "unfortunate accidents"; they don't change anything. i'm still here and i don't know why.



my eighth birthday is when it stopped. nine, ten, eleven, twelve; everything was exactly the same. it took my parents a bit to notice i wasn't normal. they took me to doctors, yet they couldn't find anything wrong. my growth shouldn't be stunted. i was just as confused.

it never crossed my mind though, not in my wildest dreams, that i was immortal. i just figured i maybe had some weird disease. besides being teased for being short, i didn't mind.

around eighth grade/high school is when it started becoming a problem. rumors spread about the kalon who looked eight years old. was it contagious? would they stop growing if they got too close?

it's amazing how we twist the truth to please ourselves; making up complete lies to make things more exciting. life was getting trickier.

and then i met cole. things changed, i had a friend for once. he pulled me along on adventures, never asking about my size. yet, even if he seemed disappointed, he wouldn't push me to do something i didn't want to. i miss him so bad. cole was the only kalon who didn't care that i was different; that saw me for what was inside.

just before college (which i didn't want to go to anyways) something happened. my parents went missing. every police search revealed nothing. honestly, i'm impressed they covered their tracks so well, for of course i do not think they had actually disappeared. they ran away.

i know they loved me at first. they really did, but they began to realize i was too much with my "condition". their trips out grew longer, and less and less time was spent at home, until they didn't come back.

you're wondering where this leaves me? on the run. i saw my chance when they left, and i took it. i disguised myself, which meant acting like an eight year old again. i was occasionally brought into orphanages, but i left before they realized i was different.
i watched in pain, from a distance, as people i knew grew older, while i remained the same.

and now here i am; 94 years old with the mind of a high schooler and an even younger body. my 43rd orphanage. nothing changed. it's all the same.

i am nicholas, the boy who couldn't die.

[529/500] (sorry for going over, i will gladly shorten it if necessary!)
this was also kinda done at 1 am on an iphone, so we'll see. good luck everyone!

[everglow]

mark

[kamelgirl]

username || kamelgirl
name || orion
gender || male (he/him)
writing || there have always been records of kalons performing impossible feats in the past, but as they were far and few between, historians figured it was just the ancients mistaking innovative technology for the supernatural. recently, however, kalons have suddenly begun to appear who were more - kalons who were stronger, faster, and able to do things that shouldn't be possible. at first, these cases were hushed up by the government, but as more and more kalons developed powers, containment became impossible. these kalons were called the Gifted.

as the sudden wave of Gifted kalons swept across the country, the nation was engulfed in upheaval. some of the Gifted wished to use their powers for evil, to take what they wished and laugh at the authorities unable to stop them. others saw their Gifts as blessings meant to do good. the two groups clashed in every major city, destroying everything around them. before the battles were over, the collateral damage alone took the lives of thousands of kalons. eventually, the side of good managed to subdue the villains long enough that the authorities were able to mobilize. by that time, however, much of the nation was in ruins.

the government, recognizing that they alone would not be able to defeat the Gifted villains, issued a decree that superheroes had to register with the government. any unregistered Gifted, good or bad, would be arrested - and, unless they could be safely contained, given the death penalty. some kalons protested this, but far more remembered the raw pain of losing a loved one to the Gifted and remained silent.

this is the world in which orion lives. to him, the realm of heroes and villains is an adventure to be lived to its fullest. though he was never Gifted with powers (a fact he rues to this day), he does his best to document the daily struggle of good versus evil in his blog, the Gift Horse (give him a break, he's twelve, of course he's awful at naming things). some kalons say that orion is naive for defending the heroes so fiercely, but in reality orion simply believes that even superheroes need support.

orion's most defining trait is probably his unquenchable enthusiasm and tendency for recklessness. when he's focused on something, he will take any number of risks to get what he wants. for the 'perfect film' of a superhero, orion will endanger himself time and time again without a shred of concern for his life (all of his friends think he's crazy). he cares about things passionately and will defend them to the end.

despite his seeming lack of anything resembling common sense, orion is actually very intelligent. he can grasp and retain new concepts easily, and reacts quickly in bad situations. this has come in handy several times over the course of his career as a "Gifted chronicler" as he calls himself. other kalons often underestimate him, due to his scatterbrained tendencies and proclivity for rambling, but orion takes advantage of this for all he's worth. (499/500)