[~Soul~]

Kalons-- a species with soft manes and even softer hearts.

Monitored in forests across the globe for years, these animals
have recently been declared naturally tame as well as sentient.
Scientists are asking the general population to consider adopting
Kalons for further study in their capabilities of intelligence.

Standard Tail Shine Edit
Common Hair Edit
Common Tail Edit
Uncommon custom pupil
Whites ( of eyes ) are a light pink

For this contest you need to Tell me what
this Kalon's Hobby is and how it links to their
personality and their past. You can add art
and anything to help explain. The minimum
amount of words are 400.

Extra's again are allowed.

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This ends on the 26 of September

[PleaserOfCrowds]

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Res!

[mortimer.]

username;; sweet prince
name;; wip
gender;; female
hobby;; res with owning a flower shop that she got from her parents/something to do with flowers

[❌ DYNAMIGHT ❌]

//slams down a reserve

[wajas]

Rez!

[rem sleep]

mark

[Takk]

||User||
Takk
||Name||
Harmony
||Gender||
Female
||Age||
The young age of 19
||Personality||
Harmony is a lot of things, she's selfless, a team player, brave, funny, sweet, protective... Her friends use so many words to explain her but a good word would be determined. Harm doesn't let anything stop her from reaching her goals, she's always very positive about her life despite the darker light that may shine on her. Like any Kalon, she strives to be a kind soul and reach out to others if she can help.
Aside from her sweet side, Harm is somewhat troubled mentally and can be pretty quiet sometimes. While social, she isn't nosy or pushy because she doesn't have enough confidence she can change the mind of someone else. She believes strongly in personal opinion and goes out of her way for others to hold onto theirs. Not everyone thinks the same, that's what makes you your own person!
||Hobby||
With her looks, strangers think she designs dresses or cuts hair for a living but that's just untrue. Harmony is far too adventurous to sit in a salon all day or type away on a computer. No, Harmony loves soccer! Nothing feels more natural than sliding through the mud and dodging other bodies on a field of grass, she loves it! The mud reminds her of spa days despite it being cold, but the best part is meeting new Kalons every training session, tournament and competition.
Aside from soccer, Harmony is also known to hike in forests in the Northwest area where she lives. Rarely will she travel by plane just to visit a new trail, but it's on her bucket list to hit a few mountains...
||History||
"What happened!?"
Harmony came from a very rich family gifted in the areas of business and stock markets. They had a child with intent of a successor being born, though she never did like the expectations toward her. Years passed of her juggling school, dance class and studying her parents gave her on marketing, but she managed just fine thanks to her strong will to be a little bit of everything. When she was fourteen, there was an accident during a group performance on stage where she broke her leg.
The dancing teachers blamed it on her lack of calcium and exercise outside of class; it'd been her mother's dream to have a daughter who could perform but Harmony just wasn't built for such grace. She remained in medical care for months, first healing and then the rehab stage. During rehab she met an older kalon who was in for an arm injury during his last season of soccer. His stories were so intense, so moving, exciting and details she had to know more. So, during her month and a half in rehab she watched and read up on soccer.
Due to the accident, Harmony quit dance class since she fell behind and looked into school sports. In gym she'd already played tennis, badminton and some dodge ball in her day, but nothing like soccer before. At first she wasn't very good at it, the ball hurt her feet and kicking tactics seemed off to her. She practiced everyday during gym, sometimes at home and on the weekends in her local park until she managed to get the hang of it. The movements strengthened her muscles up and the diet required to keep her energy up helped her bones too.
Harmony became a soccer star at her school, ignoring her parents wishes so for once she could be happy. She feels more relaxed at the end of the day and can sit down for her studies all the same. After a while her parents accepted her new hobby and invested in better shampoo; that gorgeous hair does clean itself after all!

[Birdy]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlxxxWendi

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xxxxxxxxxxxlWendi has never taken a heavy step;
xxxlher paws are as graceful as a petal falling from the rose
xxxxxxxxxxxxxllbut her eyes will them to bloom.
xlWith each turn she breathes life and each leap she breathes
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlxxxxxelegance
xxxxxxlbecause her mothers words still ring in her ears
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxl"softer, prettier, better."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxlxxAnd her heart grows
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxlheavier, heavier, heavier.
xxxlBut her smile is forced like her paws in their slippers
xxland her hair is pulled tight to show off her pretty face
xxxxxxland the kalons cheer as she takes to the stage
xxxxlbut one voice in the crowd will whisper above all:
xxxxxxxxxxxxxlxx"softer, prettier, better."


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Hobby;;


Unlike the hobbies of most, Wendi's hobby has never been one she could take pride in. It was on her 6th birthday that her mother presented her with her first pair of ballerina slippers. They were shiny and new, the same warm, blush rose color of her hair and eyes. In the beginning, they were the mark of an exciting chapter in Wendi's life, and so she wore them even in her sleep. She would dream of being a ballerina: a tall, elegant kalon who would possess not just the stage but the entire audience as she spun and flipped and dove and stretched. She would be applauded for her grace and swiftness, admired for her posture and beauty. But they were the dreams of a child, and like a child, her dreams were free.

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But soon things changed.
The mother who gave her the slippers was not the same mother anymore. Her voice, once warm and loving, now pierced Wendi's heart as she barked orders at her; "Stand taller! Suck in your gut! No, no, this is all wrong!"
No matter how hard she tried, it seemed as though Wendi's efforts were never good enough. Her slippers were tied wrong, her tutu was too ruffled, her moves were too sloppy. Though Wendi spent hours practicing in an attempt to see her mother's lost smile, she was always met with the cold, judging eyes of not a mother, but a stranger, and it slowly wore Wendi down.
And it wasn't just the ballerina lessons that changed. At least for a while, Wendi could find solace in the time that wasn't spent practicing. However, her mother's obsession soon spread beyond just the dance studio. It started with small things- comments about Wendi's candy intake and posture, for instance- but it eventually escalated. Soon, Wendi's entire diet was monitored; from morning until night, even in the absence of her mother's presence, the things she ate and drank were limited to a single chart. The memories of baking cookies with her mother soon faded from her mind. In addition, Wendi was no longer allowed to wear her hair down. The hair that her mother once brushed and braided was now always pulled into a tight bun or pony tail, brushed back to expose Wendi's now-mandatory make-up.
And unbeknownst to Wendi, amid the efforts to bring back her mother's smile, Wendi had lost her own.

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Wendi is alone now. She has been for nearly 4 years, ever since her mother passed away when Wendi was 18. Devoid of friends or any other family members, Wendi spends most of her free time at the dance studio. She practices for hours, rehearsing the same steps and twirls that have been engraved into her memory for years. And as she moves, the echo of her mother's orders can still be heard in her heart.
Wendi is a professional ballerina now, having danced upon most of the big-name stages across the world. Kalons in nearly every part of the world are familiar with her name. They applaud her for her grace and swiftness, love her for her posture and beauty. But their cheers are blocked out in Wendi's mind. They are merely the lingering childish dream that once graced her mind as she slept. Now, Wendi knows that her audience can't pick up on her mistakes like her mother could. They don't see the fumbles, the sloppiness of a spin, or the looseness of her bun. They don't see her flaws the way her mother did. They don't see her the way her mother did. And now, all Wendi sees is what her mother saw. After all, mother knows best.

[doktor monty]

xxI don't think I'll be trying out for this Kalon, but I have to say,
They're so gorgeous- congrats to the future owner <3

[skywalker,]

Username;; skywalker,
Name;; Kira ( pronounced key-ara )
Gender;; female
Hobby;; ribbon dancing
Personality;;
Kira is a very quiet and shy kalon. She tends to keep to herself and doesn't speak unless needed. She is an independent soul and is usually seen on her own while in the gym. She loves to express her emotions through actions and not words, once saying that "Words are a waste of energy". She is a very emotional kalon and hates bickering. She is very smart and uses her knowledge to her advantage, either it be in a tight situation or in a difficult solution.

History;;
"No! Mother!" The small kalon cried, watching as her mother's life source faded from her eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she watched her mother die, the disease unknown and therefore untreatable. Kira's aunt rested a paw on the young girls shoulder, frowning deeply as she watched her sister pass right in front of her daughter "Come, Kira… Lets go home" She whispered, and pulled the girl away from her mother, bringing her out of the room as the doctors walked in. Kira was silent the car ride home, watching the rain poor down outside. The two little raindrops she were watching raced side by side, sliding down the window carelessly. Kira rested her cheek against the window, tear tracks staining her small cheeks.

Days turned into Weeks. Kira was as silent as a mouse. Her aunt was worried for her; Had she lost her voice? “Kira, sweetheart, what... what happened to your voice?” Her aunt asked, and Kira looked at her with soft eyes “Words are a waste of energy” She said quietly, before turning back to the ribbon she was trying to the stick she had found. Her father had always wanted to get her into Ribbon Dancing, but never had the chance before he passed in a car accident. When she finished tying the ribbon to the stick, she started dancing. She was very agile and flexible, and danced her heart out in front of her aunt. Her aunt was stunned; How on earth could a inexperienced dancer like her pull of such a beautiful stunt? When the girl finished, her aunt clapped “That was beautiful, Kira...”

After that, Kira danced. Ribbon Danced. Not as a sport, as a passion, as a hobby, something she did in her free time that made her happy.

{ 393/400 words }