[yenneii]

★ＫＩＮＧxxＴＨＥＯＤＯＲＥxxＭＡＫＯＷＩＳＣＨ★

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Username: yenneii
Name: (King) Theo Makowisch
Gender: Agender he/him/they
Starsign: Leo
Sexuality: Homoromantic Demisexual

Dull and blue the water churned
Until I set out on the stony shore
And sharpened my gaze

Above my darkened crown the stars shook with terror
They did not hide, but I saw them flicker
The moon drew away and the tide stopped it's bicker

The water bowed down to me
"All hail the king of the sea!"
I heard it hiss measily

Time stopped as the water turned to glass
I stepped onwards, following the starry path
I knew not where it would lead my wrath

The story:
A very, very long time ago, the sea was at peace
it did not fight with the shore, and was not at war
with the moon. There was rest in both the fresh
and salty waters. It was not cold, but instead tepid
and tranqil.

In fact, the moon and the ocean were in love, every
night the moon would sing love songs to each other
with the sounds of the sky and the water.

The shore did not know this, and upon finding out, was
outraged. He attempted to impress the moon with his
lush green grass and intricately woven trees, but the
moon paid no mind, she was too interested in the sea
to care.


In hopes to end their love, the shore hatched a plan to remove the most beautiful part of the sea. If he took it away, the moon would no longer love the sea for her beauty. So the land stole the rainbow trout, and made it into something that could walk on land. A kalon, with a flashing iridescent tail.

When the moon found out what the shore had done, she was outraged. The sea's tide grew agressive, swallowing up the shores of newfoundland as fast as possible to steal back the rainbow trout. The sea was successful, taking back the majority of the trout, all but one.

The final trout, did not agree with the sea's wrath, he found a peace upon the shore that the others did not, he called himself Makowisch, after a mispronunciation of the english phrase "Make a wish". Makowisch said that the three entities, the shore, the sea, and the moon could all make one wish.

The moon wished for the sea's loyalty to the sky, and so the universe gave the stars to the sea for every night to come.

The sea, wished to love the moon without objection, and so the universe moon gravity so she could pull the sea close every night.

And the shore wished to keep makowisch, as well as to bask in the moon's beauty. So the universe made the moon glow, and the sea agreed to leave him be.

With such great power of order, Makowisch was crowned as king of Newfoundland and Labrodor. The sea and the shore still fight sometimes, but Makowisch will always be there to settle their disputes.

Personality: The king is modest, rigid, and oddly difficult to please. Though there are some things that really get him. For one, he adores the darkness, and the cold, just like when he used to live under the sea with the others. It keeps him relaxed, since the land is so free and airy, he likes moisture as well, and the smell of burning or wet wood. Despite his rigid shell, Theodore can be quite the conversationalist once you bring up something he's interested in, which may appear rare only because his hobbies are obscure.

Tree climbing is actually his favourite activity, he rests among the branches and watches the other kalons play. He has no interest in being "cheerful" per say, but he does enjoy seeing others happy, and also enjoys trying to make them happy. Though he himself is solemn and even quite grave.

With all that being said, he does crack a genuine smile now and than, and he's okay with just relaxing or even chatting. He's easily angered by little things, especially things about himself, however is patient when talking to others, and chooses to listen rather than interject.

Theo is one who shows no weakness or pain, he will fight to the death however is wise enough when to tell if someone is bluffing. He typically handles conflict maturely, however can get out of hand if he's overwhelmed or tired. When sleepy, he acts far more like a child, and is usually very embarrassed about it.

★xxxxxxx★xxxxxxx★xxxxxxx★xxxxxxx★xxxxxxx★xxxxxxx★

(I was given permission to edit and fix the coding by Rainbow <3) You can click on the image for a full size version.

[hayakawa]

username: MiraculousMeow
name: Dashiell
gender: Male
poem:
the ocean has an unrequited love
for the shoreline;
she always comes back
even after being pushed away
for the millionth time.

[MotherMother]

Username: MotherMother
Name: Cecil
Gender: male
Poem: Rushing, moving, never stopping
It leaves you tired, drenched, and sopping
It slips through the fingers of the empty-eyed
Whenever you feel broken inside

Is it water? Perhaps so
but there's something else, don't you know?
Depression, sorrow, crushing emotions
Are just as deadly as the churning oceans

It has swallowed me, I am drowning
My family says I'm always frowning
I'm crashing down into a bottomless pit
I'm falling apart, bit by bit

Water so crisp, so cold, so refreshing
It tricks a fool into regressing
It invites me into its frozen grasp
To trap me in a river's wrath

To turn my body over and over
Endlessly I watch in horror
I am lost, I am gone
All my strength, all my brawn

How depressing
I can feel it progressing
Consuming every hope, every will
It seems my mind has fallen ill

I am lost
I am no one
I am nothing
I am drowned.

Personal struggle: Every day is a challenge for Cecil. Does he look good? Is his fur groomed enough? Oh god, are those bags under his eyes? What will the others think of him? And... phew, what's that smell? Is that his breath?
Cecil asks himself these every morning. He looks in the mirror and sees a messy Kalon staring back at him, a Kalon who is packing on weight, a Kalon who will never be good enough. He will never be good enough for himself.
Cecil's personal enemy is the Kalon who inhabits his body. It seems like his brain and his figure are always bickering, the body is never beautiful enough and the brain is not smart enough to keep up in university. One is always accusing the other. What a shame that neither can see the other's beauty.

A Kalon in the mirror. It seems the only bad part of Cecil is his eyes, who deceive him and point out every flaw. He is blind to his beauty, his courage, his abilities. These eyes of him gaze into the mirror every morning, and won't stop furiously showing how his outfit is lame or he should get more muscle. It's never enough. He will groom his fur for hours and never be happy. He will work out five days a week and still see the flab. He will spend all that's left of his pay check on the newest clothes, but he'll always be out of fashion. This is the pit he lies it. This is the water that drowns him.

Daily routine: BEEP! ... BEEP! ... BEEP!
Cecil grumbled from under the covers. He reached a paw out towards the noise, and drew back the blanket just a bit to peak at the alarm clock.
7:30.
He smacked the snooze button and his heavy eyes shut.
BEEP! ... BEEP! ... BEEP!
Cecil snorted, then peered at the clock. He could have sworn he'd only closed his eyes for a minute, but the clock read 7:40. He pounded the snooze button and turned over, back into his cozy burrow of sheets.
BEEP! ... BEEP! ... BEEP!
Cecil growled. 7:50. If he slept any longer, he'd be late for his classes. Not that it mattered much, because he was already failing.
He dragged himself out of bed and pulled on some clothes. He walked the short distance from his tiny bedroom to the shared kitchen and made himself a bland bowl of stale cereal. He munched with his eyes half closed, droopy from sleep.
When he'd finished, he dropped his plates in the sink to wash later and headed to the bathroom, where he freshened up, washed his face, and brushed his teeth. No bad breath today, he thought.
He returned to the room, ignoring the call of his soft bed, forcing himself to pack everything he needed for class.
Finally, he looked at the mirror.
He looked tired. He'd forgotten to brush his hair too, but now he didn't have enough time from hitting snooze so much. He bit back a frown and walked out the door to take the bumpy ride on a crowded, smelly bus to his university half an hour away. When he got to his stop, he had to walk in the cold where his bus wouldn't take him. He took a shortcut through a soccer field and slipped in the mud, but managed to catch himself before a muddy disaster could occur. Huh, it seems like today would be lucky! Funny how slipping in mud is considered "lucky" by him, just because he didn't completely fall over. If his standards were any lower he'd have to dig for them.

Classes were long. Kalons around him weren't inviting. He couldn't tell if they were engrossed in the lesson or just ignoring him. He'd never made any friends, so he always felt lonely in the university of over 20,000 students.
The day was uneventful, and the most interesting thing he'd heard all day was when his biology teacher told the class how her little kit had just spoke its first words yesterday. A new voice to speak out, but would it end up unheard like his?

The trip back home was no better than his arrival. He slipped, and this time, fell in the slick mud. His new clothes were ruined. He'd have to wear his old hand-me-down's until he could scrape up enough change for a load of washing. As a student, money was scarce. Every penny counted.
At least the bus ride wasn't too crowded. No one wanted to stand near him when he was coated in mud, so he had a relatively peaceful ride home, as long as he ignored the stares and pitiful looks directed at him.

He arrived home to an unhappy roommate, who lectured him on leaving dirty dishes in the sink. Cecil told him he was going to do them, but the Kalon wasn't pleased. Cecil didn't argue and just cleaned the dishes.

When he was done, he greeted his bed hello. Then he put his head down on his desk and struggled through the mountains of homework he had been procrastinating to finish.

He looked at the clock to see it was past midnight. He grabbed a bruised banana and swallowed down the mushy thing before brushing his teeth and climbing in bed. Finally, the best part of his day had come, when he could escape reality and enter the dream world, and be at peace for just a few hours...

BEEP! ... BEEP! ... BEEP!
7:30 again.

Personality: Cecil is the boy no one talks to in class, who people barely notice. He doesn't talk much even though he's dying to confess his emotions to someone who cares. He's lonely and mistaken for shy and antisocial, but all he wants is a friend. He is forgotten and unimportant, no one seems to pay attention to his existence. It was very heartbreaking and first, but after years of neglect, he got used to it. He's sort of just accepted his fate of always being on his own.
Cecil sees himself in a very negative light. He can only ever see his flaws. But in reality, he is a beautiful Kalon, with a trustworthy and loyal personality that has yet to be unearthed. He's understanding and a good listener, but he has no one to listen to.

The most important day of his life (story):
Cecil was sitting in class one dreary Tuesday when the strangest thing happened. The Kalon next to him leaned over and whispered, "Hey, can I borrow a pencil?"
This was the first time anyone had talked to him in ages. The forgotten Kalon was going to be useful for once. He pulled out a brand new pencil and handed it to him. "Thanks," he grinned.
After class Cecil was walking through the hallway when the same Kalon caught up to him. "Wait!" He panted, touching him softly on the shoulder. Cecil turned around to see him holding out the pencil towards him. "You forgot this," he smiled. Cecil nodded. He wasn't used to smiling, and didn't realize he was keeping a straight, almost somber, face.
After a bit of hesitation, the Kalon asked "Do you take biology with professor Geo? I think I've seen you around her class."
Cecil was a bit surprised at the fact someone had paid enough attention to him to notice this detail. And, for the first time in ages, he spoke. "...Yes." His voice sounded strange to him. It was unfamiliar and new. The Kalon grinned. "I'm in her class too. Sit next to me?"
That was the start. The spark that lit a flame within him. The thing that made him feel warm, more comfortable than his lonely bed at home. The warmth of friendship.

Alas, this was not the most important day. The most important day was months later, when Cecil and his best friend Lester were sitting at the edge of the soccer field on a Saturday afternoon. They'd brought chips and slurpees as they watched the game, cheering for their school.

Cecil drew his eyes to Lester and watched the perfect face smile in the sunlight. Lester caught him looking and playfully pushed him. Cecil laughed. The game ended, their team won. As the players trickled away, Cecil and Lester didn't want the day to end. They hiked up a nearby mountain, a scrappy little thing whose summit only took an hour to reach. They talked the whole way up. The higher they went, the further away from civilization they felt. Words were safe here. They could confess without the worry of it leaking into prowling ears. In the peace of this mountain, they talked about life. When they reached the summit, they settled down to watched the sunset.
Cecil looked at Lester, whose fur glowed in the soft sunlight, gently rustling in the breeze. He caught him looking again, and gave a sly grin. Cecil blushed.
"You know," Cecil said, returning his stare to the horizon. "I..." he looked to Lester, who listened carefully to his words. Cecil knew he had nothing to fear with him, he could confess anything and nothing would change. So he let it spill. "I struggle. I struggle with myself. I... don't think I'm good enough." He hung his head down, fidgeting with his paws. He'd never confessed so deeply to anyone. Lester put an arm around him, then pulled him close. He held him in his arms and started to cry.
Cecil was surprised. No one had ever cried for him before. No one had shown so much raw emotion, so much compassion for him. Ever since he moved out on his own he'd been just that, on his own. No mother to kiss him good night. No father to tell him he loves him. No friends to hold him close. But now, he got a piece of it back.
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He could breathe. He wasn't drowning anymore.

[the force awakens.]

Username:
the last jedi.
Name:
Daniel.
Star Sign:
Pisces.
Gender:
Male.
Sexuality:
Panromantic Asexual.
Career:
Daniel is the king's military general. He
is the highest level of the military and
although the king would typically take
such a title, Daniel takes the orders from
the king and interprets the orders so that
the soldiers will quickly be able to under-
stand them and follow them.
Hobbies:
Daniel loves to read and play chess,
as well as interpret other languages. He
thinks of reading as entering a new world
and sees chess as an opportunity to enter
a new world as king one day. He likes
learning new languages because they
help him with his job, as well as letting
him interact with the kingdom.
Favourite Book:
Daniel's favourite book would have to
be Harry Potter. No one knows why, but
Daniel absolutely loves the bravery of Harry
as a Gryffindor and he also loves that the
series starts in bright colours and ends in
pure darkness, which is a cool sensation
that Daniel loves to see in his reading.
Favourite Language:
Daniel absolutely loves Latin! Most
Kalons absolutely don't understand it
and see it as a dead language, but Dan-
iel sees it as an opportunity to feel like
royalty.
Poem:
we all knew that the wisest were grey
and that the rainbow meant gay
the feminine were pink
and the stars would blink
in shades of yellow
but I guess that a fish that was green and mellow
would never get a title
worth even to be vital
and necessary and loved
and so he would be dubbed
a unimportant fish lacking of prominence
but I know that he is worth all of dominance.

[magpie!]

Username: Owlie13
Name: Farish
Gender: Male
Poem:
Best get used to saying nothing
Talking to no one
Talking to
Nothing
Nothing but myself or
An animal with stuffing
Best get used to
Not being
Something

[Petscop]

Username:
EeveeArt.
Name:
Aquarius
Gender:
male
Poem:
roses are red,
he's number one,
its rotten Robbie,
his rainbow fish son

//IM SORRY I ACTUALLY LIKE THIS KALON BUT I HAD TO,,//

[doryphoros]

Username: Swiftlet
Name: Aurelia
Gender: Female
Poem: Paradoxes and Oxymorons by John Ashbery

[revvington]

Username:doglady88722
Name:mason
Gender:male
Poem:The little fishes
The little fishes they move through the water
Swimming,swimming,swimming
Flying flying flying
They are very little
Very little
Flying flying flying
Swimming swimming

[zakuro.]

Username: zakuro.
Name: emmanuel
Gender: male
Poem:
my whole life
i've been pushing upstream
like trout
swimming in the clear river
by being a trooper
i've learned one thing;
life's tough,
but so are you.

occupation: greenhouse keeper
sexuality: straight

[Cryptz]

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