[littlelies]

ahh time has come again for staff kalons!
i picked a palette that was out of my comfort zone and im very happy to show you my design!

edits;
standard shine
common hair edit
common custom tail

to win this kalon you have to design their shine!
in addition, you will have to explain to me why you picked their shine through a story
you will have 3 option extras of your choice, whether it be art, writing, or something else ^^
one piece per extra, and 150 words per extra; if you have any other questions pm me.

you can either draw the shine [i will make a transparent version so you can draw on it] or describe it in words!
the shine will have to stay within the color palette.

your story will have a limit of 900 words.


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username;
name;
gender;
shine; [drawing or description; unlimited words]
story;
extras; [3 in total, your choice]



what i'm looking for:
-a meaningful shine with a backstory
-personality within the story
-for you to have fun in this contest!

end date: october 29th at 11 pm est [here is a est time zone clock]

good luck guys! thank you for a wonderful year of being an artist for kalons ♡

[petrify]

username;
ignominyy

name;
Ryan

gender;
Female

shine;
Ryan's shine is a large bouquet of flowers in a vase that
has fallen over. The vase is dark green, and a small chip
is missing from the top of it from falling over. The chip
of glass lays near the flowers. The flowers themselves
are ranging from large flowers to smaller ones, and some
of them are dead. Their colors are a pinkish color like
her hair, some of them are white, and some are a light
green. Oddly, the ones that are dead are only white.
If you look closely, there is a budding flower that isn't
quite there yet. It's light green.

story;
Ryan had first gotten the call that her grandmother was
sick when she was walking back to her dorm after her late
night classes. Her mother had told her to get to the hospital
immediately, that this might be the last time she would see
her grandma alive. She had told her mom that she didn't have
time, that grandma was always sick, what makes it different
this time. Being tired made her grumpy, and she certainly
didn't want to be around people when she was this exhausted.
Before her mother could say anything, she had hung up the
phone and slipped into bed, falling asleep with no other thoughts.
The next day, she had called again and Ryan answered. Instead
of getting lectured about how she shouldn't hang up the phone,
she was met with a sob. She told her to slow down, she was
talking so fast she couldn't understand what she was saying.
The phone was handed to her older sister, who's voice was
shaky as she talked. Their grandmother had a seizure earlier
that day, and then went into a coma. They didn't know if she
was going to wake up. Ryan instantly felt guilty for not seeing
her grandma when she was awake and functional, and she told
her sister she was on her way, which she replied with 'you better be.'
Ryan threw on her coat, seeing as how it was earlier January and
it was freezing outside. Before going to the hospital, she stopped
by the flower store to pick up a bouquet of flowers for her grandmother.
Yes, she wasn't awake to see them, but that's what her grandma
always use to do for her. When she had known that Ryan had a bad
day, she would come over, gentle smile on her face as she handed
her the bouquet and would say 'they're pretty, just like you!' It
never failed to make her cheer up. She picked out the flowers she
had always gotten for her, an assortment of pink and light green
flowers ranging in size. Ryan took a cab to the hospital then, checking
in and going into her room. Her sister was the only one in there,
saying that their mother needed some time away, and that she was
going to leave for a bit as well. Her eyes instantly went to her grandma,
almost lifeless in bed. Sitting down next to her, she looked at her
vitals before her eyes went to a dark green vase, wilting white flowers
in them. How long had she been here and nobody told her? Ryan
grabbed her cold hand and gave a little squeeze, telling her that she
had brought some flowers for her to make her feel better. She paused
before adding a quiet 'they're pretty, just like you.' She sat the bouquet
in the small vase, surprised when they withheld the weight. She
stayed there with her for two hours, her mom and sister eventually
returning at some point in those hours. She had wanted to stay, but
her night classes needed her and she couldn't miss those, considering
she had already missed a lot of classes due to her anxiety. The next
time she saw her grandmother was in the same hospital, but this time,
she was really gone. The nurses were trying to cover her as her mother
screamed bloody murder, her sister crying quietly in the corner. Ryan
wasn't one to cry, she never got sad over people's passings, but she did
feel quite the large sum of sadness in her heart. Her eyes noticed
something on the floor, and she looked down to see the bouquet of
flowers she had gotten, as well as a few of the white flowers, which
were dead now, just like her grandmother.
(634/900 words)

extras;
[3 in total, your choice]
might do some extras?? not sure yet

[King Andre]

Marking to watch if not enter, has to be a fav

[souldier]

Mark for the chance to win my first kal c:

[pees]

me: I have an exams soon and I need to concentrate
little: *posts a design
me: oh dear

[shibeboi]

Eek mark!

[trans]

possible res
willow tree shine
not gonna enter most likely ;w;

[a little guy]

username;
ghostly;
name;
gender;
shine; [drawing or description; unlimited words]
story;
extras; [3 in total, your choice]

res /w a wisp shine

[yuketsu]

g g g green bean

[LivingLethal]

LivingLethal : | : Nadia : | : Female

Nadia's shine is a magnifying glass. The metal part is the same color as the dark green on her chest, while the glass part is "transparent," or the color of her tail underneath. (Feel free to diverge a bit on the colors!)

--> April 28
---> Factory Headquarters
Today is the day my year-long probation finally expired. The factory hardly spared me for my mistake; it was a rough twelve months of janitorial jobs, newbie training, and paperwork. Despite the trouble, it all culminated in a new assignment at the end of probation: my first deep undercover operation. When I received the command I was definitely skeptical - I'm an investigator, after all - but my cover is to be an investigator anyway, so I think I'll do fine. I just have to get through it quickly and stay impersonal, which won't be difficult considering I'm infiltrating a group of for-hire vagabonds trying to make some extra cash. It's an easy chance to regain my footing and reputation within the factory hierarchy - I just can't screw it up.

--> August 11
---> Cecilia's Home
One months of bartending and gathering information, one month of inflating my usefulness and staging impressive encounters, and two months of staying obedient gaining trust. Invading Cecilia's group was quite a bit more difficult than anticipated; despite her file detailing a reckless mission leader, she is sly and tricky to hold down. It took far more time and effort than I anticipated to even earn the slightest bit of her trust - but I suppose that is why it is an undercover operation. Still, she cracked eventually, and that is what matters.

At the moment, I am playing the role of their team investigator. It's funny - I am assigned by my organization to spy on their group, and they are using me to spy on my organization. Though I must say, they still don't trust me enough to listen to most of my findings. I get the feeling some of my temporary crew members are not fond of my presence. Luckily, I do not plan on being here much longer; it will not take long to finish my mission and successfully return back to base.


--> August 30
---> Cecilia's Home
I've been injured. It was a routine information extraction with Cecilia and me, but something went wrong, and I'm not entirely sure what. All I remember is a blinding shock and hitting the ground, then gunshots, and Cecilia shaking me in the alleyway. I think I was bleeding, but she patched up my wounds. My recklessness could have gotten me killed... I should owe Cecilia my life, but instead, I am plotting to ruin her crew...

Cecilia, Cecilia, Cecilia. I am going to finish this mission soon. I cannot afford to be put on probation again, especially not for such a similar issue. If I am not home and successful by this day next month, then I have as good as failed.

--> September 29
---> Cecilia's Home
Cecilia broke down on a mission today. Another routine information extraction mission was busted, and she began to scream, sob, shriek in the darkness of the backstreets. This was not even the worst part - I began to comfort her. Me, a spy who is trying to foil all of her efforts, comforted her. I am growing too close. I fear I will not be able to leave, not because I will be withheld, but because I will withhold myself. What a weak person I am, to fall prey to my emotions not once, but twice. I should leave before I cannot bear to part with them.

Perhaps... it is already too late for that.