[sapiosexual]

hh dropping out

[mokastar712]

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Username: Mokastar712
Name: Tessie
Gender: Female
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Tessie, as a child, was unlike the others. She was independent and aloof, different from
the reserved girls of her age who'd prefer to stay in groups. She was often called a 'lone
wolf', she preferred to be by herself and would take any chance to do something solo. She
succeeded greatly alone but failed miserably in a social environment. Because of this, she
lived by her own wits. She was quicker to learn than her classmates, excelled in many
subjects and was a favourite among her teachers. However, she didn't have many friends.
When it came down to collaborative activities, she was usually the one to drag her group
down. She couldn't do her best in such conditions, but the others didn't realise that. They
thought of her as unreliable and a burden and was hated by her peers. One would think
she'd be upset. But instead, she made it her life goal to prove them wrong. She put her all
into doing the best she could in the places she was good at and improving where she wasn't.
As she grew up, she became more social and accustomed to large crowds. She was no longer
bothered by other people and has is very successful.

Many criticised her for not having ambition when she was a kid. She would be one to let
things pass and happen, and didn't make herself strive for anything specific. She always
found making small things, drawings, sculptures, stick figures. Of course, it was all she
could do during recess, she had no one to play with. She enjoyed it very much and wanted
to continue doing so even through adulthood. This is why she became an inventor. She
wanted to innovate, to help the greater good with her creations. She serves as a sort of
ambassador for budding inventors and entrepreneurs and helps them kickstart their
products/company.
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[ginger,]

There were some questions regarding the extent of freedom!

You may do the following:
- animations & comics (just don't go crazy!!)
- pretty up
- add headers (but no extra art!)

Hope that helps!

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"I am an undying mystery. Even if I share pieces of my thoughts, you'll never be able to guess my next move because I do everything in silence."

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Username: ωανєℓєиgтн
Name: Aziza
Gender: Female
Link to Round 1: here.
Link to Round 2: here.
Link to Round 3: here.
Link to Round 4: here.
ft. wally.

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This girl, was a mystery, and even Wally could see that.
He could clearly see she wanted to run away from all
of her problems, leaving so much as a whisper behind
her as a trail. Yet, he couldn't help but either try to stop
her, or follow her to a new destination. Whenever he did
so, he left behind everything he had ever known and
followed her, anywhere she went. 

He didn't know why he was following her, but he knew he
couldn't lose her like he had lost his family. He wanted her
to be happy ... But he wanted to be the reason why she was
happy.

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Everything about Aziza captivates Wally, from her confident
saunter, to her lustrous pink gaze, even to the way she would
narrow her eyes when she was thinking. Everything about her
makes him want to faint. Never in his life has something or
someone done such a number on him before, least to say it
keeps him coming back for more.

Wally has always loved her, but he can't keep doing this
for long.

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The truth was, Aziza had always had problems with who
she was.

Growing up, Aziza was a happy go lucky child, but living in a home
with several other siblings often caused things to get a bit hairy
between them.Aziza was always forced to conform to the family
standards, what she wanted didn't matter to them. So at the very
young age of seventeen, she ran away to chase her long awaited
dream of being a baker.

That's when she met him.

Wally was that one annoying kid that did everything he could
to really get on her good side, it really just irked her to an extent. She had tried everything to get him to go away, but in the end, she just accepted the fact the he was always going to be around. It wasn't until she was twenty years old had Wally shown true dedication towards her.

It all started when she had found out her parents had been searching for her, and had eventually settled on sending her siblings out to find her.
Her only option was to run again, although she was just getting ready to start her own bakery. She packed all of her belongings that night,
and was gone the next morning.

Wally had lived in the apartment beside her, not coincidentally either. He was going to bring her over a fresh batch of cupcakes,
which he knew where her favorite. But he noticed her figure turn down the corridor, and as nosy as Wally is, he decided to follow her.

That day, that one fateful day when her childhood pest had decided to bother her, turned into one of her favorite on the run stories.
She often asks Wally what made him want to follow her, and all he can reply with is a very simple "Because I love you."

I kinda gets on her nerves, but overall, she can't help but love him as well.

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"You may do it in silence, but I know your next move. You're no mystery, you're transparent... I can see right through you."

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[Ahhh, sorry, I made some art but I can't post it at the moment, the winner will definitely receive it though!]

[ginger,]

Due to my own schedule suddenly changing, I will be extending this until August 26th 10 PM PST!! <3

[jayus]

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xxxxxxUsername: jayus.
xxxxxxName: Aelius.
xxxxxxGender: Male.
xxxxxxFreedom: Below.

xxxxxxLink to Round 1: ●⚫●xxxxxxxx
xxxxxxLink to Round 2: ●⚫●xxxxxxxx
xxxxxxLink to Round 3: ●⚫●xxxxxxxx
xxxxxxLink to Round 4: ●⚫●xxxxxxxx

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Freedoms fling forgiving fantasies freely for fools.
Aelius doesn't believe in true freedom. Freedom is to be able to make any decision, but the crushing crowd of current responsibilities always stunt the growth of actual freedom. He knows exactly what limits his freedoms--his eyesight, his body, his wallet. He knows exactly where his boundaries lay--his comfort zones, his maximum exertion levels, his personal restrictions. He has it all mapped out, as color-coded as he can get without actually being able to see the colors.

Routines reveal rigorous return.
This is one artist who clings to routine and habit, finding that keeping a schedule for himself eases some of the frustration. Having no way to tell how his art is turning out, he relies on the concepts behind color theory and the labels on the paint bottle to make sure his paintings aren't... absolutely terrible. If he wants 'challenge mode' or is too frustrated, he simply goes for it, mixing colors irritably and at random. Those are his most eye burning works--ones where he has clashing colors and burning neons and odd patches of glitter. It's also when he's most productive--he does not allow himself to paint for more than four hours straight, enforces meal breaks, bathroom breaks, water breaks--he has a weak immune system, and does not want to let himself become unbalanced and fall ill. That would wreck havoc on all his routines he holds so close.

Food foils forethought.
If it weren't for his firmly held routines, Aelius would not be the best at self care. Not the greatest enthusiast for food, he found himself often forgetting to eat when he first started living alone. As a result, he lapsed into a bad cycle that ultimately landed him in the hospital. He had no sleeping habits, no food habits, no water drinking habits--all were had at random intervals and uneven quantities. That opened his already-weakened immune system to attack, and he fell ill which was not conducive to motivation for self care. So once he hit rock bottom and worked his way back up, he started focusing on making sure he stayed healthy. That's part of what prompted his current attitudes towards life.

Habits hone happy homes.
You may have noticed Aelius's alliteration addiction added about the form. That's part of his routine thing--he likes it when consecutive words start off with the same letter. This inspires his home decoration--each section of wall that's clearly distinct from the others has earned a letter. Each letter corresponds with a color of some sort. He has his nonsense phrases scrawled on the walls in various fonts, sizes, colors, so on and so forth. It makes for something interesting, certainly a departure from the normal decoration in a home. Nothing else graces his walls, as this already looks busy enough. The rest of the house is decorated in clashing colors, as he certainly can't tell the difference. It's all very neat and tidy--the colors just give testament to his colorblindness in how they clash. He won't let somebody come in and redecorate either--they wouldn't know which colors are close enough in brightness to blend together, which would be aggravating to navigate.

Interpersonal interactions invite interrogation.
Interacting with other's is not exactly Aelius's strong suit. He has a general fear and mistrust directed towards anybody with the label "doctor". His attitude is generally snippy, fueled by slight anxiety that gnaws on his emotions and beats up his rationality. It really isn't his fault--he just needs to grow accustomed to interactions again, as he's rather made himself a recluse. His schedule does not allow much room for interactions with others. For now he's happy with that, but in a couple years he definitely won't be as happy and no number of fish will fill the gap.

Fish flutter freely for feelings.
That's Aelius's weakness. Fish. He has quite the number of fish tanks, an impressive collection that he uses to decompress. Nothing's more soothing than gently scraping algae off the inside of a tank, or trying to convince a betta to come play with him. He keeps live plants in all of his tanks. While he isn't able to appreciate the colors in his fish, he loves their dynamics and how they interact with the water. That's especially true with the bettas. Now, if he could, he would certainly raise jellyfish. He's currently looking into that.

Stylistic stigmas serve some sappy sorts.
While his personal hygiene is on point from his daily tasks, guess who doesn't care about fashion? That's right, Aelius. He has a vague 'hippy' style. His most comfortable clothes are reserved for his favorite activities and thus often bear paint splatters and such. If he ever has to go to an art exhibition, he does call his mother and have her pick out an outfit for him over skype call. He figures she's more of an expert at it than he is. She rather looks forwards to these, as it's when he's most open when talking with her.

Upcoming utterances upset us.
Aelius lives a very mechanical lifestyle and thus doesn't look at the future much. Planning events is not his strength, as he doesn't like to disrupt his stream of life. He supposes he would like a mate someday, but doesn't care much what their gender may be or even what they look like, really. As long as it's somebody who can understand him and that he can understand as well, he's down for it. Children are not on his list of things he wants though--those are basically tiny jerks swarming with loud noises and germs. Not his cup of tea. Not that he would have cups of tea if he had children, they'd probably smash it all. So yeah, he just wants to remain buried in his art, alliteration, and lifestyle.

Alarms abruptly amass an abnormal abbey.
Something that Aelius is greatly hassled by includes various noises. For some inexplicable reason, he has what one might call 'physical tics' [no, not like the bug] where certain noises prompt involuntary muscle movements. One such example is the classic alarm clock--all the muscles in his back tighten, causing him to arch the back and become immobile until the noise is over. This has persisted since he was a child. It was first noticed when he went to the movies with his mom and an alarm clock went off in the movie. She was concerned, not linking the noise with the reaction. She took him to the doctor, who had no idea of the link and simply shrugged it off. Today, a variety of noises disturb him. He's done his best to keep them out of his life.

Simple spaces.
Overall, Aelius is not the most complicated kalon. Not the most adventurous, most outgoing, most intelligent, any of that. He's simply himself--he has very few aspirations, and just like his life of solitude. Classical music plays in his head when it's not playing in the house, leading to a very calm and laid back life, despite his vigorous rituals. As long as he's happy, he sees no reason to change. Change challenges, churns, corrodes--it simply stresses him to the point that like a fragile fish, he falls ill.

Moreover, marbles meander morosely. Apples align arrogantly against angled airplanes. Justified jellybeans just jumped into juxtaposition. Freedom finishes finally for formed felines. Triumph tracks true temptation.

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I took all the colors from the original one, slid them over to be completely greyscale. Hopefully it shows how his art appears to him versus others. He's very light colors, so he looks very bland to himself.
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Username: ~Static~
Name: Iris
Gender: Female
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She was the love of my
life. She was beautiful
inside and out, and
every one of her flaws
just drew me closer to
her. We were together
for 2 years, but it felt
like a lifetime. She
was my soulmate.



I still can't believe she's
gone. We never broke
up... she just vanished
without a trace. I've
tried calling her so many
times, i still hear the
buzz of an unanswered
phone call in my
dreams.



I would never have
done anything to hurt
her, and I still don't
know why she
disappeared. I worry
about her constantly,
and I've never been able
to fully convince
myself that she's ok.
What if she got
kidnapped, or even
killed?... I can hardly
bear to think about it.



Some days I've stood
for hours, waiting for
the phone to ring. I've
scrolled through our
old texts so many times
I have them memorized.
Every day, I wish more
than anything that I
would see her walk
through my door one
last time.



I'd never been social,
never let anyone give
their opinion. She was
the only person I ever
let help me write... I
can still remember the
nights we stayed up
working on our duet.



She changed me, for
the better. And I know
she would want me to
continue with my
dream... otherwise I
would have already
given up on myself.

Freedom:
Iris stands up, watching in confusion as the other kalon runs ahead of her on the trail. "Hey, where are you going?" She calls, setting down her back pack and sprinting to catch up to the other female.
"Come on!" The other giggles, turning around.

The two soon reach the peak of the mountain as the last glimmer of twilight begins to fade out. They are alone, but the city lights sprawling far below them remind Iris that their solitude won't last forever.
The other kalon turns to her, and their eyes meet as she smiles slightly.




"So Iris, what's your idea of freedom?"

"Freedom?... Freedom is standing in the moonlight with the person you love, looking up at the sky. Feeling the warmth radiating off of them, and everything being perfect in that one moment. The silence is so loud, but... it's the good kind of quiet. The kind of quiet where your slow breaths are the only thing you can think of."




The moon is full and glows brightly in the night sky. She reminds Iris of a constellation, her dark blue shirt shimmering in the darkness and throwing patches of light onto the ground. Her eyes gleam and a light blush tinges her cheeks.
Iris steps forward, extending her hand to hold the other kalon's. The two turn their gaze toward the sky, stars burning holes through the curtain of night. The other female leans against Iris' shoulder and closes her eyes.
Iris glances to her, before returning to the sky. The night envelopes her comfortingly, and the her whispered words escape into the chilly air.




"And in that moment, you can say anything. Anything at all. And... those words become so important that when they leave, your heart shatters, and those words are all you can think of. That... is freedom."

"Cut, cut... can we re-take that part? We need something concise and inspiring."

"No, we're keeping it in. Don't edit that out."

"But-"

"Did you hear me? I'm not going to re-do it."

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[ginger,]

I hecked up with my time zone and THEN fell asleep q uuu q SO!!
All forms accepted (no matter the time edited / etc because I fell asleep and accidentally wrote est, then cst, then pst oml), will be judged asap!!

[ginger,]

Wow!! I was really impressed by the effort I saw in everyones forms :0

First, HMs which can be exchanged for customs-- Everyone who made it to round three and completed that round's form gets one, which are the following people:
mokastar712
gay
lady raincloud
panromantic
anza
cryogenic
credit
bad little boy
cupcake frosting

Annd because I was super conflicted on winners, I have some RUs to give out, which will be streamed on Monday! <:
~Static~
wavelength

Last, this kalon will be going to..

Jayus!! I loved the character you created and all your forms totally grabbed me in.

Congrats!

[evy]

ayy congrats jayus!!! <3