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// Caspian Kingsley // Male // 17 //
//Art: One Two Three//

Personality:
Caspian is stuck up, stubborn, and can be a big jerk.
He acts nice in front of his parents, but he's mean to the
peasants and servants.He's very calculated, and will
think a lot before making a decision, and can
be manipulative at times.
Because of his royal heritage, Caspian
has always been spoiled, so he doesn't have much compassion
of pity towards Kalons less fortunate than him.
Caspian is also a huge flirt (to other royals, of course.

Likes/Dislikes:
✓ Gold & Riches- loves shiny things
✓ Sprite- favorite soda, makes him feel like he's cool
✓ Dark Chocolate- he just loves the taste
✓ Ordering people around- he's a prince, duh
✓ Marvel - he's actually a huge Marvel geek


✗ Talking to peasants
✗ Being told what to do- independent
✗ Fish- thinks they taste and smell nasty
✗ Sticky Substances- ug
✗ Caves/small spaces- he's claustrophobic







A change in heart:

Caspian strutted down the cobblestone street with his nose up in the air, four bulky guards surrounding him. He made no move to acknowledge the lower class citizens around him, and they scrambled out of his way as the prince and his guards made their way past.
The citizens were used to this- the stuck-up prince treated them like garbage, and although the royalty wasn't supposed to purposely target peasants and lower classes, nobody dared challenge his ways. He was the Prince, after all. But this day, a young peasant girl who was new in the area- made a grave mistake; she didn't know how things worked around the prince.

A small kalon raced across the street, too happy to notice the prince and his guards. Caspian was aware of her presence in front of him- he wasn't dumb, after all- but he didn't change his course. The peasant would have to move herself of get run over. Unfortunatey for the young peasant girl, she didn't know the rules, and wasn't even paying attention when the haughty prince ran straight into her, causing her to stumble back and twist her ankle. "OWWW," she wailed, starting to cry. Caspian stared at her down his snout. "How DARE you, peasant, cause trouble for the prince? Are you that dull-headed?" he looked at his guards, "She is a peasant, so I suppose she is." They all laughed. Caspian turned back to the peasant girl and sneered. "You'd better hope I don't have you executed for harming the prince." The peasant girl burst into tears again, sobbing.

Bored of this already, Caspian flicked his tail and his guards pushed the peasant to the side of the street, and then continued their guard of Caspian.

Suddenly, alarm bells sounded. Kalons everywhere started panicking and sprinting to their homes and workplaces. Caspian was pushed around in the mess, and he tried to yell at everybody to get out of his way, but there were too many Kalons and they were too scared to care. Caspian turned to his guards. "What's happening?" The youngest guard out of the four was really pale. "Th-the scouts!" At this, Caspian's heart thudded against his ribcage. Panicking, he whirled on his guards again. "Get us out of here!" The five of them pushed through the crowd, shoving peasants aside but not really getting anywhere. A few seconds later, the crowd fell silent and still. A large group of The Scouts were standing at the end of the street, carrying guns and knives with them.

The Scout in the lead scanned the crowd. "Surrender your valuables," he shouted, "Or else we will kill you!"
Chaos broke out. Caspian tried to sprint the other way, but was blocked by a Scout. "Ah, what do we have here? Royalty?"
"GUARDS!" Caspian screamed, struggling to get out of the Scout's grip. His guards were nowhere to be seen, pushed away by the crowd. Another Scout appeared from the mass of Kalons and grabbed Caspian, grinning like a sociopath. The two Scouts yanked Caspian out of the crowd and into an alleyway, and proceeded to steal his gold. Caspian struggled, but the first Scout slammed his head onto the cobblestone and he collapsed, seeing stars.

The two kidnappers were just starting to decide whether to hold Caspian for ransom or not, when a potted plant fell from the second story of a building and landed on one of the Scout's heads. He collapsed with a moan. The second Scout looked up in alarm, just in time for a second pot to come crashing down on him. He would be out for a long time.

Blinking the stars out of his eyes, Caspian narrowed his eyes at the second story. Who was up there? Were they going to throw a pot on his head, too? A minute or two later, a small kalon scampered over to Caspian, eyes wide.

"Uh- are you the one who knocked out those Scouts?" Caspian asked.
"Yea- they're not dead, are they?" She looked worried.
"No." he said, and she breathed a sigh of relief. "
Thank you," Caspian stammered, "for saving me."
"No problem," she replied. "My cousin was killed by the scouts a couple years ago, so rebelling against them makes me feel better."
The kalon looked at him again, and then realization dawned on her face. "Wait- you- you're the prince!"
Caspian nodded. "Yes...yes, that's me." he suddenly felt bad for the kalon, she must have heard stories about how terrible and cruel he was to the peasants. "I-I've been a jerk lately- I guess I didn't think the lower classes were as important as me...i'm sorry..."
She smiled. "It's okay- we all make mistakes sometimes"'

Remembering his guards, Caspian came up with a plan. "Hey, I have some guards out there who are probably looking for me- would you like to come back to the castle with us? I'll make sure your mother knows where you've gone." The kalon's eyes lit up. "The castle? Really?!" Caspian had never seen a peasant look that happy when he was around.
"Of course! Follow me."
"Thank you so much!" The young kalon bounced along behind him, a huge smile on her face. Caspian smiled. No, he thought, Thank you...for helping me find myself.

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This was it. Finally, his time had come - Aulo was about to walk out-
on stage and become everything that he had ever dreamed he would.
His heart beat in his chest, his throat was tight, he could hardly brea
th.. No, no.. this can't be happening.. I'm finally doing this, I can't le
t this happen again... His thoughts clouded his brain as it grew close
r and closer to when he was meant to go out. This can't be happening
..not now.. His breathing quickened, his vision growing blurry as his-
mind deformed into a bunch of black blobs, and he shut his eyes. ◄⎯
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Aulora • Aulo • Male • Gay • 27 • Stylist & aspiring model
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"Keep your shoulders back, head up, and strut with confidence! Ne
ver let anyone see your weaknesses or insecurities. You are a god
when you're up on that stage or in front of that camera, nothing c
an harm you and you can never falter." ◄⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯
That's the mantra that Aulora was brought up on. He was always t
aught to ooze confidence and be prideful. His mother was a model
and, inheriting her good looks, he decided at a young age that he-
was going to pursue modeling as his own career. He already had hi
s future planned out, accounting for everything - education, cost,
where he would live, how he would get his start, even down to wh
at he would model for. All of the planning in the world couldn't ha
ve accounted for what really happened, though. In his high school
years, Aulo started to develop anxiety, self esteem and body imag
e issues. He had no confidence in himself or what he did and was-
an outcast. Trying to talk to others was far too intimidating for h
im so he never made any friends. Even without that, it didn't see-
m like others wanted to be friends with him. His other issues cau
sed him to act out in anger, which did not go over well with his c
lass mates. Even still, he kept his passion for modeling throughou
t his life, and went through with his plans. He did not, however,-
end up modeling, and instead pursued work as a model stylist. He'
s content in the fact that he still works closely with the modeling
industry, and he thoroughly enjoys his work, but he still hopes to
one day overcome his fears and become a model himself. Howeve
r, he still struggles from similar issues as his high school years, a
lthough he's gotten better when it comes to his body image issues.
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Outbursts of anger were a pretty common - almost daily - experienc
e. In his profession, his 'moodiness' was expected, as well. No one th
ought twice about it. They just assumed that he had a short temper,
that he was impatient and had no time for other people who didn't ta
ke things as seriously as he did. It was almost true. His anger did ste
m from impatience and contempt - not for others - but for himself.-
He hated the way he acted, felt like he could never do anything right
no matter how hard he tried. Any time that he was about to get on st
age, to finally live out his dreams and follow in his mother's footstep
s, his anxiety kicked in and he had a panic attack. He'd black out wh
en his time finally came, unable to deal with the pressure, with the t
hought of messing up with thousands of people watching. And there-
was nothing he hated about himself more than that, how the only thi
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"Aulo, sweetie, I need you to be in that room and dressing that mo
del in about ten seconds - so you better be up off that couch in tw
o, unless you're happy losing your job." Aulo rolled his eyes as she
walked by, scoffing at her demand. He pushed up off of the couch
and stretched, a disinterested look on his face. "Honestly, if you n
eeded me so soon you could've woken me up earlier." He just bare
ly mumbled the tired response out as he began to stalk towards th
e dressing room. Once he entered, he got to work, looking at the
outfits he had prepared for today. "What was I thinking when I put
these together? No, that doesn't work with that at all.. Ugh, alrig
ht, I guess this works with this one, and-" He went on as he starte
d to switch around the outfits he had paired up the day previous,
getting cut off by the model behind him. "Um, I have to go out in
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have to go to makeup, so could you please-" Aulo cut the model off quickly, turning to her with a look of flaring anger. "And do you want to wear s
omething that makes you look like you threw on a potato sack and called it a day? None of these even suit you. You're obviously an Autumn, why ar
e you in a winter show? Here," He said, pulling crimson dress off of the rack, "This is the best I can do for now. I'll be back in about thirty seconds,
I trust you can put the dress on yourself? Or do you not have enough time for that either?" He said, his tone snotty and almost childish. He didn't w
ait for an answer, pushing out of the dressing room and heading over to another area of clothes and accessories. "No, no, no.. How is any of this su
pposed to work? I guess this one will have to do, and this won't be absolutely horrible.." He started muttering to himself as he rooted through the r
acks of clothes and accessories, grabbing a few things here and there as he went through. "Aulo~," The sing-song voice came from behind him, and
he groaned in response. "You're not slacking on your work, are you? I trust that you've already finished your job, then? Hmm?" She spoke, Aulo sen
ding her a glare as he grabbed a few more things off of the racks. "I'm trying to find something to work with that awful model, because someone d
ecided to hire an Autumn for a Winter show. You wouldn't happen to know who that could've been, hmm?" He spoke rhetorically, walking back tow
ards the dressing room with everything he had picked out. "Oh, good, I see that you can put on your own clothes. It's always nice when you're mod
els aren't complete idiots." He said as he entered, putting on a fake smile as he set down his small pile of clothes. He pulled out a few accessories
and got to work putting together an outfit around the dress. "There we go, now you'll look at least semi-decent. Go on, then, head over to makeup
if you're still concerned about being late." He said, disinterestedly leaning on a counter and tapping his fingers. The model left quickly after he sp
oke, strutting out of the dressing room with one of the most stuck-up looks that Aulo had seen on a model in ages. He let out a discontented groan
and looked at his watch, calculating the time in his head. "Alright, so I have five minutes before I absolutely have to be here to work on the next-
model.." He mumbled, heading out of the dressing room and back to the couch, kicking his feet up into the air and laying his arms behind his head
as he closed his eyes for a second. "Aulo~ You wouldn't happen to be taking another nap when you have even less time to dress your next model, w
ould you?~" The sing-song voice rang out again, Aulo automatically groaning in response and snapping his eyes open as he spoke once again, tired a
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[sillies]

Resss

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"My dear, gold isn't worth more than silver."

{ Pallena - Female - Astronomer }

Look at the stars, aren't they such a pretty golden? That doesn't mean they are the star of life. No matter who you are, or who you want to be, you're talent will be out of this world. I am Pallena, a astronomer. Astronomers study space, which is pretty distant from other jobs. My favorite planet is Venus, the second planet away from the star we call, the sun. Constellations, are a form of stars that take shape of something we know, such as the Big Dipper! The Big Dipper is part of the Ursa Major, also known as the Great Bear. We live in the Milkyway, a spiral galaxy. This probably doesn't mean anything to you, because you probably spaced out in mid-sentence. MVEMJSUNP, is the order of the planets, notice Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune? That spells out sun. Now you know.

I love space, the cosmic feeling hits me like an asteroid.

[✧ 花chéngzhǔ.]

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I thought I should make a note, for anyone trying to make art!
For the light/shining bits, I used scatter (x1000), then duplicated the layer. Then I used blur on the duplication, and set it to add!

Sorry about the effects. I know I always hate drawing designs when I can't figure out what the artist did! ^^"

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Would it be possibly to have a slight extension? = v =

[✧ 花chéngzhǔ.]

Would it be possibly to have a slight extension? = v =

Sorry! These comps aren't going to have any extensions!
I'm trying to keep them one day only, since there's one coming out every day! I already gave 48 hrs for this comp! ^^

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I suppose I should start the long trek of archiving my life and experiences.
I refuse at this time to explore the entirety of my beginning but I shall record the most prominent details in paraphrase. For it is a long journey that I'm afraid has no end. No end to my suffering as this infernal winter rages on inside me.


Oh, how shall I start this recording of my life. Shall I begin in the timely fashion of 'I was born, I lived,and died'? No for that's impossible, but either way it's a start.
I was born in the northern reaches of the land long before it was called thus. It had a fierce cold that to this day I can't shake from my bones. I lived in my Father's castle; he was a nobleman of a decent sized village. There I resided the youngest of 6 and the favorite of my Mother. As I grew I became a bold, brash, bad mouthed blasphemer. I had but one friend yet many admirers. It was a simpler time, you survived and tried to enjoy the little things. To keep it short I was a trouble maker and wanted the finer things in life. I ended up falling in love with the arts due to a traveling troupe. And much to my family's dissapproval my friend and I ran away to become actors. To this day I wonder how different my life would of been had I stayed. But knowing how hard headed I can be, nothing would of stopped me.
On our travels with the Troupe we often stopped in odd and quaint places. However it was a village called Riems where the so called excitement starts. My companion and I were dirt poor and frankly starving. Yet our pride refused to waver. We were staying the winter months in Riems as it was far too treacherous to travel. Although we had the troupe we needed more. And so we did what we had to. One particularly frigid day I had decided to rob a local fortune teller. Although my companion warned me not to, I didn't listen. I waited for nightfall, then entered the house when it seemed she had left. It was a small and cozy place while not magnificent it had a bounty to it. I took to pillaging her gold and anything of value. I turned to take my leave when I saw her out the corner of my eye glaring at me with malice that to this day chills my blood.I turned to face her noticing she was mumbling under her breath. My heart was pounding in my ears as she came closer then after that I suppose I fainted.
I woke up in the wilderness, freezing in the deep snow. The first thing I noticed was the rings upon my hands five each of plain gold bands. The second thing was the woman's voice echoing in my ears repeatin words I won't soon forget. "You who've never suffered, you who've never known loss. I curse you to live and lose everything. To have the gold you sought and be tortured to wander the five upper lands and the five lower until the end. Devourer of gold and bone, as you'll have nothing left"
I wept then if I remember correctly, I stood and started walking. Soon enough it was dusk and I could hear the screams and growls of the wild animals. I became aware of the noises coming closer and to this day I'm unsure what it was that attacked me. It ripped at me tearing into my flesh but for some reason it left. So I laid there in the deep snow bleeding, waiting, and hoping for death. But it never came and I slept. The next few days I spent wandering until I found a small village. They took me in and treated me kindly. It was then I realized that my icy blue eyes I had so loved were now golden. That my hair was brighter in luster, I was essentially the image of an angel. How ironic, the hunger in my belly gnawed at me yet anything I ate made me sick. I hadn't eaten in days yet I was still alive? What a strange thing I had wondered as I should surely of been dead. It was then while I was walking the village that the hunger peaked and I found myself wondering to the backside of the butchershop. In the back there was a basket of the bones meant for the village dogs. I fell ravenously upon them with a ferocity of a starved beast. 'Devourer of gold and bone' the woman's voice echoed. Shocked and afraid of myself I wandered, and kept wandering. I soon found that gold melted like butter in my mouth and thankfully the rings on my hands easily came off, however there was always at least 5 rings. The pattern has followed me everywhere down to my very face. I soon took to wearing the gold that started to accumulate around me. I became worried remembering my life and my family I left behind I took to sending them the riches, unable to face them directly. Onwards I kept wandering taking to do things to my fancy. I was at one time an Actor, poet, musician,painter, and many other things. Soon I became aware of the passing of time, to my lack of aging and yet again the woman's curse haunted me. Time passed quickly a hundred in a flash it seemed. I found few companions but something tragic happened or they ended up cursing and hating me for what I am. Time passed to the more recent times, I became a modern star, I found friendship but it was blown out like the winter wind to a candle. And more time passed, I found a few like myself yet different they are. They seemed interested but their company is fleeting. We crave companionship yet are repulsed by our own, it's tragic really. All others eventually grow old and die as is common knowledge. Yet I trudge on, existing yes but living it's hard to say. And thus we come to the present, where my most current fascination is writing and cataloging the history I've seen and my experiences. I was born, I lived, then existed. Time moves on yet I stay. Maybe it's my fate to see the end of all things? Either way my 350 years are more then enough for me.
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Birthday: November 7th
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 175 pounds
Skintone: light with slight olive undertones
Hair type: long and curly, a beautiful mess
Body type: Slender with broad shoulders almost feminine.
Nationality: French/Russian



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