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username: Diamond Sapphire
name: Caoimhe
gender: Female


Caoimhe requests to be referred to as Key, due to
the fact the name 'Caoimhe', despite the spelling,
is pronounced 'Keeva', and she'd rather prefer an
easily name to speak rather having to explain her
name over and over. Most don't quite know of her
real name due to the fact she's hidden it and has
accepted it almost like a second name to her, and
so many have called her by the name Key.















relationship with family: x

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[ROCKEATER238]

(¯`*•.¸,¤°´✿.｡.:* user: dead end |!¤*'~``~'*¤!| name: marisol |!¤*'~``~'*¤!| gender: female *.:｡.✿`°¤,¸.•*´¯)

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relationship with family:

ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ: marisol loves her family! even though they are rarely all in the same place
the same time, she can feel the love between them, no matter how far apart they are. one
of her best memories was an extremely important family gathering. kenzo was gone for a
particularly long time, and he had promised a surprise when they all got together again.
up until then, she had always felt a rift between her and her father. sure, they sent letters
to each other, but she always assumed that was out of pity since he wasn't around. when
they had their family party, and kenzo distriputed the 'surprises', she realized how much
he truly loved her and the rest of his kits. what he got her was a scarf. it may seem like a
bad gift, but to her it was everything. you see, in her letters marisol was always talking
about how much she wanted to visit a famous kalon city, and just have a souvenir that
wasn't directly from the valley. she knew it was impossible, even if she had traveled with
him. it was just too far away. that's what touched her so much, that he went out of his way
to do that, just for her. she has worn it every day since.

ｈａｒｅｔａ: marisol has not inherited her mother's curse. even though she knows this is
a good thing, she often wonders what her life would be like is she had. would she be closer
to her mother? would she have more friends, or maybe she would even join tomiko and travel
with her. marisol's favorite time of year is the 'Festival'. The Festival is the yearly
celebration of the founding of the valley. she never gets tired of hearing the story of how
her mother saved her people, even if they are ignorant to her kind act. she loves her mother
dearly, but has chosen not to live on the mountain with her sister tomiko. she instead lives
in the valley that hareta led her people to, enjoying the connection to nature that it
provides her. marisol visits her mother and sister daily, often bringing gifts from the village.

ｋｅｎｚｏ: she doesn't see him frequently, but they are very close. whenever kenzo sends
gifts for the kits, he is always sure to send some exotic flowers for her to enjoy, and they
send letters to keep in touch when he is traveling. marisol looks up to him a lot, since he
was brave enough to leave his old life behind for the sake of others. she truly hopes she
would be that selfless in the same position, but she's not sure.

ｔａｕｒａ ｒａｎ: marisol gets along well with her sister. she enjoys spending time with
taura ran since she's calmer that tomiko, and the fact that tomiko is always on the road
with kenzo means that marisol and taura ran have had more time to bond. taura ran always
talks about fate and destiny, which has got marisol worrying about hers. though both sisters
enjoy their independence, when they are together they are inseparable.

ｔｏｍｉｋｏ: though she knows about the dangers of her sister's curse, marisol is in a weird
way, sorta jealous. always traveling and being on the road has led to tomiko having great
social skills, while marisol still struggles to make friends outside her family. her sister has
such a positive outlook on the world that marisol finds it hard to relate to her, which leads
to them not being very close. whenever kenzo comes to visit they hang out, but it's always
sort of awkward.

personality:
curious & optomistric
loyal & sweet
introverted & shy

likes/dislikes:
sweet tea / crowds
stars / light pollution
rain / thunder storms

favorite animal
goldfish. specifically
the ones that live in
the pond near the valley.

favorite season
spring. she loves the
rebirth of everything,
and the idea of a
fresh start.

biggest fear:
she knows it's stupid, but
being forgotten is her
biggest fear. her first
memory of her father
was him saying, "you
don't have the curse,
and that means that
everything is going to
be ok. you don't need
to worry about being
forgotten." but in reality,
that was all she worried
about. as time went on
and she continued to
isolate herself she
realized that something
would have to change or
she would end up alone.

day in the life of marisol:
marisol rose with the sun; she believed it was the most beautiful part of
the day. before everyone else was awake, when it was just her feet on
the ground and the birds in the sky filling the silence. she wandered
along a well worn path to the forest. her secret paradise, her escape.
she felt the dense earth crunch between her toes as she
unconsciously headed toward the pond. this journey was technically
only ten minutes, but it usually took marisol about an hour. she would
often "stop and smell the roses," as it were. the forest never ceased to
amaze her. no matter how often she took the same path, the flowers
always entwined themselves differently and the trees always spread
their leaves in distinctly new way. she loved every bit of it. finally,
marisol reached the pond. she took a deep breath, sat down, and
let the forest settle around her. the birds returned to their perches,
and the fish began to twirl through the water. [continue]

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[Micki.]

username: Micki.
name:
gender:
relationship with family:
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marking !! <:

[Kiaa]

username: Kiaa
name: Taaliyah
gender: Female ♀

bio/backstory:

Taaliyah took after her father in that she has the ability to bring either good or bad luck to others. However, Taaliyah's powers of luck are not controlled by her emotions. Taaliyah has no control over her powers and no idea how to gain control of them. Not wanting to hurt her family with her unmanageable abilities, she sought out help.

She heard of an old, yet powerful, kalon that may have the knowledge and abilities to help her. Young and naive she took off to find this strange kalon all on her own. Upon hearing Taaliyah's tale, the kalon had devised a plan. He promised to help her find a way to control her powers. He gave her golden bracelets with strange carvings on the inside, saying that they were magic and would keep her from giving anyone bad luck. The old kalon had tricked her into becoming a genie.

Cursed to be a genie, Taaliyah had managed to protect her family, but at the cost of her freedom. The old kalon had become the first of many masters that she would have to grant wishes for, but he was the old Kalon to ever receive just one wish from her. You see, the old kalon had wished to live forever and he did... more or less. The Kalon was never heard from or seen again but he lived on forever in the legends and fables that warned how genie magic could go wrong.

Between masters, Taaliyah was trapped inside her bottle. Those were the times she loved the most. She wasn't hurting anyone, locked up safe in her bottle that she managed to make into her home. Her favorite part about her bottle though, was that it had the ability to show her everything that was going on in the world. She would often watch her family, she missed them and this was her way of being able to be close to them, even when she was so far away. Until or unless the day came that she would finally be free of her servitude.

relationship with family:

Before being locked up into a bottle and forced to grant wishes, Taaliyah was closest to Kenzo and Taura Ran. It was easier for her to connect with them because they understood her struggles of how to handle her abilities, and her feelings of guilt when she unintentionally caused someone harm of ill fate.

This does not mean she does not love Hareta and Tomiko, she loves all of her family. She just has a deeper feeling of understanding with her Father and Taura Ran.

Though as much as her family tried to help her, she began to withdraw from them. Seeing how her abilities would go from giving them great joy to an equal amount of great pain.

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Taaliyah in Hebrew means ‘gentle dew of heaven’, in Arabic it means ‘fortunate’ or ‘lucky’.

Likes:
- To sing when she is all alone
- Swimming at night
- the sound of waterfalls

Dislikes:
- lies
- tricksters
- judgments

[76heart]

hello everyone, i really hope you're all doing well!

anyways, since a few people have asked, and most of this was open
during the event and that took a lot of time, this is getting an extension!

the new end date is august 22nd, 11:59 pm EST

i wish you all loads of luck! <3

[synastry]

username: snudder_mado
name: Adonis Leylan
gender: male
sexuality: pansexual
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Adonis's curse can be viewed
as powerful in very different ways.
When he was first discovering just
what his curse entailed, he wanted
more and more to replace his curse
with that of his sisters'. Only being
able to bring bad things upon others
sounded like something out of a book.
Then, not so long afterwards, he dis
covered that he was invisible to all but
his family. Adonis eventually became
very sad. Not quite depressed, you see,
but rather unsure of what to do. If he
truly wanted, he could use this curse
for evil, lashing out at others in pure
anger, ruining their lives for an indefi
nite amount of time. But then, he con
cluded that in placing sorrow in one life,
he could make one or several other lives
happier. For example, if someone stole
and item from a shop in the village he
resided in, he could bring said thief insta
nt karma in various ways. He could make
that thief become clumsy or forgetful, in
turn making him lose or misplace the stolen
item. Eventually it would end back up in
the hands of the owner, bringing happiness
and relief to them and possibly their family.
He quite liked this prospect of his curse,
especially since he could do everything
completely unseen. Of course, this made
other aspects of living difficult. If he needed
to get food or supplies from the village and
Taura would not go, he would have to make
sure he left the appropriate amount of coin
behind so he didn't become a thief himself.
Overall, instead of wallowing in self pity
his entire life for being unable to make many
friends, he has found the good things so far.
Of course, if he finds himself feeling parti
cularly down one day, he goes with Taura
to a stream to lay back and attempt to
relax with his sister. If it was a rainy day
outside, he would sometimes go out and
play in the rain puddles. He remembers
his mamma telling him that when he was
younger, Adonis would make mud pies
and attempt to make a rain restaurant with
any animals that would come out. Other
times, he would simply walk through the
village. He remembers one time he condu
cted a small experiment when he was bored.
He was invisible to villagers, but did that
mean they wouldn't be able to feel him
if he touched them? Or would they hear
any words he spoke? The only way to find
out was to try it. He found someone around
his own age, and attempted to try and cont
act them. He brushed past their arm, spoke
to them, did everything he could to try and
get this other kit's attention, but to no avail.
It looked like unless a family member told
them about him, convinced them he existed,
that he was completely and utterly invisible.

Adonis. A name some revel in, others fear. He is unseen... or is he?
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Adonis shares parts of both his mother and his father's curse. He is invisible to all
eyes but his family's. In order to see him, a family member has to tell you about
him, make you believe they aren't going crazy. As for his father... he can only
bring bad luck upon others. Some wonder how anyone finds out about sinister
deeds they have done. In reality, it is only Adonis, an invisible curse, able to grant
instant karma is he so pleases, or have it burn slowly, small things that add up over
time. Those who haven't heard of a "spirit" who is always watching fail to understand
just what Adonis can do.
At home, however, Adonis is a sweetheart. Some think if this "spirit" inhabited a
body that they would be evil to the very core, but it's quite the opposite. He wishes
he could help people more, but has discovered that sometimes, granting those who
are evil the bad luck they deserve can still help those who are good.
The relationship he has with his family can be described as healthy and happy.
He adores his siblings, and admires Tomiko for going out with their dad.
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Tomiko
Adonis absolutely loves Tomiko. She's so nice, and absolutely adorable. Her naivety
makes him slightly concerned for later on, considering her similar curse to their mother.
But, that doesn't stop Tomiko from being a wonderful sister, no matter how often they
see each other.
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Taura Ran
Even though Taura is a bit quiet, she's kindhearted nonetheless. Adonis sometimes
likes to go with her to the streams she visits, watching her or playing with some animals
not too far away. Adonis used to wish he had his sister's power with luck, until he
realised he didn't need it to still do good.
Adonis sometimes gets bummed out whenever Taura doesn't go into the village,
but he respects her decision. She's wonderful to be around, since she reminds him
of mamma, which is definitely a good thing with her elegance.
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Hareta
Adonis adores mamma. She did a wonderful thing for the village,
and quite frankly, he thinks she should be appreciated
more for saving them all. when he was a much smaller kit, he liked
to play with mamma's tail, or the mist that radiated from her paws.
Adonis still likes to make small flower crows or pressed flowers from
his mother's sunflowers, sometimes sending them to his father. He's
glad that they met each other, because both of his parents are the
absolute best. He loves to hear mamma's stories as well, always
listening intently when she would treat them to one. He still has an
internal debate on whether his father's stories are better though.
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Kenzo
Adonis and his father get along very well, actually. He looks
up to Kenzo in a way, sometimes asking to go with him when
ever he leaves. He enjoys coming along if he ever gets bored
at home, or if he has a strong gut feeling he needs to go out
somewhere and spread bad karma to help those who have
been wronged. When Adonis isn't on a trip with his father an
Tomiko, Adonis is out trying to find something to gift his fa
ther. Usually he tries to give it to him in person when possibl
e, but if he can't he'll gladly send a letter to his father. He lo
ves talking to Kenzo through letters- mostly because he likes
stamping them with his wax seal sets- but also to just
generally stay in contact. He hopes to learn things from his
father in terms of what to do and what not to do in life,
especially with the powers he has, and the good and evil
Adonis can do. Of course, Adonis wouldn't want to let his
family down, let alone his father, by turning into a villain.
His father's stories are just as wonderful as his mother's, and
he almost always seems to have another few to tell when he comes
to visit.
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[Blumoonwolf]

Reserving! Almost done with the form n working on art haha
username: Blumoonwolf
name: Izal "Zalie"
gender: Female

relationship with family:

hareta and kenzo ;; "mama and papa"

It's early morning, and she quietly, very quietly, presses flowers into the blank pages of her latest book.
Her mother hums in the kitchen, tending to her flowers, which seem to lean towards her as she passes. Even nature is entranced with her mother. The soft humming and the smell and touch of the gentle paper crinkling under her touch is lulling her to sleep, and soon her eyes are just too heavy to stay open...

"What are ya selling, kid?" The gruff voice comes from an older kalon. Staring down at her, kneeling on her ragged matt and surrounded by her 'wares.' "That matt's pretty torn." He comments, eyebrows raised. Oh dear.

"I prefer, 'well-loved.'" She gives him a warm smile, and then flips open a book at seeming random. "There are different kinds of books here. Most have flowers pressed into the pages. All the flora is native to our home. Some," She chooses another book to demonstrate with, "have stories and illustrations."
The kalon is quiet for a moment, fingers trailing over the pressed flowers. Then his hand hovers over the illustrations on the open page. "These are hand-drawn, yes?"

It was her father, bent over her shoulder, who first taught her to hold a pencil. There was no event that prompted it, as far she was aware. Just an evening where suddenly, this was the most important thing he could teach his child.
"You'll never forget it," he instructed her. "And someday, you'll use it to help people, I'm sure."
Her grip was awkward, and the letters she traced were shaky. But her drawings, they came naturally. It was like a gift of her own, and she treasured her talent dearly, begging for paper and pens whenever she could.

It became a tradition for her to sit next to her father in the evenings, during dinner, and the two would sketch on paper napkins. When that wasn't enough, they'd draw on each other, much to everyone else's glee. Her father would leave the table with an ink mustache he was unaware of, and she would leave with tiny tick-tack-toe boards drawn up and down her arms. (She often lost.)

"Yes sir. I use the money from these books for supplies. The page you're looking at is about my m- the flowers that grow around our home. It's said a kalon named Hareta led us here." The stranger nods along with her.
"I see." Looking at not just the open book, but all of them now, he steps back. "Well-loved, aye? I'll buy all of your wares. Long as you keep making more." A bag is tossed at her, heavy and loud when it hits the ground next to her knee. She opens it just a sliver to see the glint of coin- lots of coins- before she nods her head wildly, stacking all her precious books and watching the stranger carry them away. Although her heart ached at the thought of their absence, the heavyness of the coin in her pocket and the pride on her mother's face and how she would write about it in her next letter to her father was all she could think about as she began her journey home.

taura ran ;; "taura"
"I dont have a gift." The words hang limp in the air, small and forgettable.
She frowns at her sister, who seems to be entranced with the small fish darting back and forth in the mountain stream... and also ignoring her. For once, acting like a kit. That's alright.
"It's fine, Taura, I'll come back later-"

"Wait. Sorry." Taura waves her hand in a lazy motion and sits on the shore. She leaves her feet dangling over the edge and pats the ground next to her. "Okay. Tell me whats wrong."
She flops down on the ground next to her sister, leaning over and resting her head on Taura's shoulder. She shouldn't be sad, she had reasoned why so many times it should be behind her. It wasn't a gift her family had, she'd told herself, but a curse. But without something special about her, she felt forgettable. In an ordinary, hurting way. She was one of millions. "I don't have a gift, Taura. Or a curse. Whatever you want to call it."
Her sister seemes startled, even without looking at her, she feels it. It isn't long before she bites her lip- does she feel guilty? Or is that pity? "Taura-"
Taura holds up a hand- a 'give me a moment to think' - and then sighs, leaning over and wrapping her in a bear hug. She melts into her sister's arms, more grateful than she thinks she could ever express.
"Oh Zalie." Taura murmurs.

Izal and Taura are close, very close.

tomiko ;; "tomiko"
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeey Izal!"
She knew her sister had been coming, had watched her mother count the days. And yet, she was still surprised to feel an unfamiliar embrace when she entered the flower meadows. She jumped.

"Tomiko?" The arms let go and she turned to see her sister's face. She was taller and wearing strange clothes and an even stranger scent surrounded her. She scrambled for an appropriate greeting, but her mind went blank.
So, naturally, she asked dumbly, "is that perfume?"
Her sister scrunched her face. "Did I put too much on? Sorry. I just didn't know what to wear or do, I haven't seen you guys in forever." Tomiko hesitated a second before she picked up her hand and squeezed it, giving her a small smile.
She got the message- Tomiko wasn't even sure if an embrace was okay. Her sister was a stranger.

Her head and heart felt fuzzy after that. She had realized it before, of course. But maybe she hadn't truly faced that reality yet. Tomiko would make a joke, they would share a laugh. And she led Tomiko home, where Taura and their mother were already waiting, steaming cups of tea set out on their worn table. The room seemed smaller, and everyone louder. Her mother was all smiles and embraces. It was a long night of sharing stories and laughing and opening presents and then laughing some more. It had been too long.
Too long.

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Izal loves her family deeply, and it pains her that she's been estranged from her sister. It's not her fault, and yet she blames herself. The option for travelling with her father was always open and available to her, and yet.. she feels a responsibility towards her mother and taura. She helps out in the way she knows best, selling books in the town marketplace and keeping stories, myths, and legends alike as real and tangible as she can through her drawings. Perhaps she carries more of a burden than a child should, but she feels all the more stronger for it.

You'll never see a day pass where she doesnt hug her family.

a wip, I won't have internet the next five+ days so if I manage to finish it I wont be able to update my form! regardless, I hope you enjoy a picture of this kit with their mother <33

[Yuroshi]

Good luck everyone!!! I have of course been reading all the entries, and they're all great!!