[illicit]

res with pastel goth dress <3

[shadows.]

res with ceremonial kimono!

[SilentMelody]

username: silentmelody || name: jasmyn || gender: transfemale

outfit design: what do you mean i'm not a princess? i'm perfectly suitable for the role!

why is it their favorite?: this is jasmyn's princess outfit. she's an orphan, so she understand the life of a pauper. but she yearns for the life of royalty and loves to dream of actually being a princess. her crown is made of old metal pieces that she's glued together and added plastic gems onto certain areas. the necklace was given to her by an older orphan that was being adopted, but left the necklace for jasmyn in the memory of her. jasmyn's dress is made of cheap, but soft, cotton cloth. although, despite how nice the rest of her outfit looks, she refuses to wear any other shoes than her pink converse. on top of that, jasmyn is obsessed with knee socks.

[artemis,]

res

[Aey]

xxx

↬ Username: Aey
↬ Name: Jack (never, ever, Jacqueline)
↬ Gender: Female

↬ Outfit Design:
A large, worn leather jacket is the foundation for Jack's favorite outfit. Deep brown,
it has patches sewn prominently onto the sleeves and chest, declaring "High Flying Aces"
and "Attack Squadron Delta Five", among others. Zipped or not, either is as likely as the
other. Underneath is a simple light gray tee with a wide neck, showing the straps of a
deeper gray tank if she were to take the jacket off. A twist of rope is threaded through
the loops of her skinny jeans, tied off into a big, ironic bow below her navel, a jingle of
tiny, metallic charms threaded into the frayed ends.

The jeans themselves are a contradiction, bedazzled around the hems and painted in
pinks and purples, the paint faded in places and brilliant in others, they're also torn out
at the knees and suffer motor-oil stains in the very obvious shape of impatient hands wiped
off. The sparkling hems terminate just above a pair of vintage converse that must once have
been bubblegum pink, but have been washed and washed into a dusty gray pink. The white
rubber has been obsessively cared for, and looks almost new, minus that day's scuffs.

A single earring is her last accessory, its small chip of a diamond catching the light
unexpectedly below the messy coil of a bun, the only allowance she gives the hair she's
not yet allowed to cut off. (235/600)

↬ Why is it their favorite?:
Jack is restless, chafing at the last two years of school before she can turn in her 356 flight
hours for a pilot's license and the right to enlist. The jacket was her grandfather's, a fighter
pilot in the last big war, and she adores it. It was a gift from him the year she turned ten,
his last Christmas gift to her before the accident, and in the old photos she's swallowed by
the thing and wearing the biggest gap-toothed grin you've ever seen. She'll take it with her
when she enlists in the military, though she knows she'll get heat for that, and it'll be waiting
for her when she finishes basic training, a reminder of bravery and determination, loyalty
and unfailing hope.

The shirts are interchangeable with any shirts, as long as they're tight enough to not snag on
anything while she tinkers with auto engines. (She was going to laugh in the face of the manager
at the airfield after she was a pilot. It was not ridiculous to allow non-employee underage
volunteers into the hangars to see the engines.) She figures that while she doesn't exactly aspire
to become an engineer or repair tech for the birds she'll be flying, knowing her way around
combustion engines should be a useful skill down the line.

The jeans, those are a story. They started out an ordinary pair, belonging to her frillier twin
sister. The two of them, as they aged, had grown ever more distant from each other, and had
decided to do something together. They missed the easy way they used to read the others'
actions and emotions. An art project, nothing too complicated. Well, that turned into an all
out war with paints and glitter flying across the room and a month without electronics for either
of them in the end. Those weeks without distractions brought their resentments and jealousies
to an abrupt head, erupting into a screaming match that unhinged a door and blacked an eye,
but also forged an understanding. She had given her sister a bracelet she'd worn for years, an
ugly old thing made of twine and beads, and her sister had glitterized it into a fashionable
accessory she wore at least once a week. Her sister had given her the jeans, covered in rainbow
stripes of glitter paint, and she'd ripped the knees a bit. They were her favorite pair and made
her smile, able to laugh now about what had made her furious enough to swing at her only sibling.

The shoes she found at an estate sale, well cared for. They're comfortable and squeak satisfyingly
on the linoleum school floors. The rope is something she scrounged from the garage because she
was unique and heck if she'd stoop to wearing the purple, flowery belt her mother bought her
when she asked for one. The charms on the end came from the same estate sale. It's amazing what
you can find at one of those if you just open the boxes and rummage a bit. They were little metallic
baubles with no discernible use. They could as easily have come from the inside of a machine as a
piece of jewelry, and they sounded like chimes when she walked.

The last piece is the earring. She doesn't talk about it, ignores questions about it as if they hadn't
been asked. It's a promise to herself, a reminder of something deeply important to her. It's small,
nondescript, unremarkable, unless it catches the light just so, and then it's dazzling.
The symbolism there is intentional. (599/600)

xxx

[Takk]

♥ User ♥
Takk
♥ Name ♥
Paine
♥ Gender ♥
Female
♥ Favorite Outfit ♥
Clean, formal and fit for active duty. Paine wears her grandmother's nurse outfit from when she was in the army serving the people and helping the weak heal. It's very basic, a long sleeved shirt with gold buttons and a few patches for her bravery during battle. Pockets are on both sides of the shirt, square shoulders of course. Army green is really the only way to explain the color...
She has both pants and a skirt but she prefers the skirt for better movement. Being a bit too small for the uniform, it reaches close to her ankles right now and is still the basic green with no visible buttons or decoration. Typically she wears thick, black boots to complete the outfit before marching off to school or the store. The pants are far too big for her, wrapping around her feet but are also plain looking. The black boots lace up her entire calf and can take some time to tie and untie whenever she goes out.
♥ Why? ♥
The fact it belongs to her adoptive grandmother should be reason enough! Wanting to follow in a demanding, respected job shouldn't be the out of the question for any kalon. Despite her calm looks, with all the talent to be a dancer or model she'd much rather be on the front lines picking up injured comrades and making a name for herself. Medicine is difficult, she wants to be much more than a pretty face in the crowd looking to show off.
It's hard to be motivated when she doesn't know or understand why her parents couldn't keep her, but the support and gratitude will hopefully be enough to support her in the coming years. Being able to pick up others worse off than her and heal them sounds so selfless and kind, much better than any stuck up model would do! Not to mention the stories she's heard and been told about the ER take away all her sadness and self pity. Level headed actions save the day, keeping it cool when the situation is dire... Self control.
One day, without a doubt, she'll go to military school for medical training. When there is no war to fight, she'll be a nurse in a hospital but she fears war will consume her past, present and future.

[pim]

Username: pimprite
Name: Bojing Xi
Gender: Male
Outfit Design: (600 word description or 1 art piece)
Why is it their favorite?: (600 words)

[skywalker,]

Username: skywalker,
Name: Iris
Gender: female ( she/her )
Outfit Design: (600 word description or 1 art piece)
Why is it their favorite?: (600 words)

[cinnamonroll]

mark
- lots of holo
- glitter

[Zailune]

Username: Zailune
Name: Katherine
Gender: Female – She / her
Outfit Design:

Without Outfit

Why is it her favorite?:

This dress could be considered Katherine's favorite, despite the fact that she never wears it, and could no longer fit into it as an adult.

…

Katherine was adopted into a noble family at a very young age, a family of tailors and dressmakers who worked for other nobles and the king's family themselves. The couple that adopted Katherine were unable to produce their own kits, and so they chose to bring Katherine into their household as their own. She'd known for a long time that she wasn't biologically related to her parents, but she never actually said anything, and she appreciated her family deeply.

However, her mother always insisted on dressing her up. In Katherine's childhood, she was just about the same size as the kingdom's princess, and so her mother would always try to get her daughter to model with the outfits she would create for the princess. Katherine despised dresses. She thought they were annoying, and way too girly. She felt patronized by others whenever she was dolled up, but she dealt with it for her mothers sake.

One day, Katherine was called from her room past her bedtime by her mother for reasons she didn't know. She was confused, normally her parents were really strict about when she would go to sleep and get up, and they'd never call her from her room after hours.

Katherine's mother brought her into what just about everyone described simply as “the dress room”. Katherine was annoyed, wondering why her mother would drag her out of bed at that time just to try on a dress. She groaned as she listened to her mother blabber about her latest work, not entirely listening to everything that was being said.

“Well, here we are.” the mother said, bringing her newest creation over to Katherine. It looked especially dull to Katherine, perhaps it was just her annoyed attitude. But, it did honestly seem that her mother was not doing as well in her work. She seemed more stressed as of late – Katherine figured that might have something to do with it. “Put this on.”

Katherine fumbled into the dress and looked in the mirror. She realized then that it wasn't quite as dull a design as she'd thought before, rather, there were subtleties to it that made it unique. Her mother looked as though her eyes were watering slightly. Katherine turned to her to ask what was the matter, but her mother shook her head. “Katherine, my beautiful flower. This dress is for you.” Katherine had already begun taking it off, but those words confused her. Rarely did her mother have any time to make dresses for her.

“Now, go back to bed. I'll see you in the morning.”

…

Katherine awoke surrounded by the king's guard. She blinked for a moment before snapping up and looking around. “Where is your mother?” They asked her in a demanding tone.
“Huh?” Katherine replied. “I don't know. Her room?”

The guardsmen left the room.

Katherine jumped out of bed, and rushed towards the door – but someone was blocking it from the outside. “Stay inside!” A voice yelled from behind the thick door. Katherine started to shake from nervousness. She looked around her room and noticed that her mother had left the dress on her nightstand as she slept.... Katherine picked it up and headed for the window, where she jumped out. It was only the first story, so there wasn't much of a fall – Katherine quickly collected herself and sneaked away from her home before sprinting towards town.

599/600 words