[moondust405]

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Primrose is a gentle Kalon, caring for various plants and herbs in her small shop that always smelled of the greenery. She enjoys the simple beauty of the plants in full bloom, from the smallest leaf to the most vibrant bloom. Oftentimes you can find her with the plants she loves so dearly tangled in her hair and fur, smelling like she took a piece of her shop with her. Primrose is very down-to-earth, willing to get her paws dirty and watch the fruits of her labor flourish. She knows her hometown like the back of her paw, wandering the streets and talking to the neighbors who do their own unique work. The baker, the librarian, the glass smith. She's rather fond of the latter, due to the captivating swirls of glass, but her entire town holds a special place in her heart. The town is like a garden, a garden of unique plants, and each one is just another captivating story. [162/200]

[doryphoros]

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round 1
name;; hermes

they call me the new robin hood. i'd say i'm not particularly deserving of that name, but it's a complement nonetheless. i just redistribute objects of great value to those who will benefit greatly from them.

"now, now. we wouldn't want to get the carpet all dirty, would we?" xe backed up, cracking a charming grin. xer only response was a gun cocking. "you drive a hard bargain. alas, i must go." the heavy velvet drapes flashed in front of the kalon's figure, and three shots rang out in the startled silence. the curtains parted to reveal nothing but a few drops of blood. "damnit!" the kalon cursed, throwing down the gun as a lone figure wove through the starry night below.

who knows, maybe they'll catch me? but not today.

xer grin was bright as the sun as xe looked down on the captive gems, gleaming softly in xer hands. "are you proud of me, ma?" the lively chatter of the marketplace below xer was answer enough.

[168/200]
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[imperials]

res with Andromeda

[Guest]

theodore samuel rosewood
he/him
prev. round

the second theo walked out of that office for the final time, he was free to accept himself.

he turned his back on the professionalism between him and the lovely kalon with the clipboard and monotonous voice.
he faced something greater; opening his heart and eyes to the prospect of a new life.

they were both quiet; not silent, but calm. they did not shout nor wail, opting to be a wallflower; to go unnoticed and unharmed.

and there, theo was left with a choice. he could move on and find new life, or he could come crawling back for another intoxicating dose of the therapist he had become so enamored with.

he was no fool, so he went back. and time and time again, he would send the 4 am text about meeting for lunch, or whatever it was he asked. every time he was greeted with an enthusiastic yes. truly, a friendship - or something more - was blooming.

the rose’s thorns had grown soft and malleable and its petals had grown into a vibrant red. the rose’s stem grew intertwined within the tender paws of theo’s beloved.

[188/200]

[credit]

name;; Mateo || 482
pronouns;; they/them

Companionship is something all wish for, but there are some that have that comfort stripped away. It was a warm October night, yet once particular cell that as cold as ice .Alone an individual laid within the confined space of a hollow cell, chained up against my own will, but for the will of those that breathe in the free world. There they sit within their own mind, with nothing but their thoughts to keep them company as their tongue had been stolen and their voice was gone. Their cold eyes met the moon through the tiny sliver of the window, revealing the stains at of tears that seemed to engrave itself against the furry cheeks of the innocent. Within his mind, he cursed the world that they lived in. The memories of the outside world slowly began to fade. They could hardly tell the difference between what air was fresh and the air that was stale. Their ears flattened against their highly matted hair and they turned their head back to gaze upon the solid ground. If only they had gone against their good nature to save the one who was beyond saving.

194/200

round 01

[Yuroshi]

Arth Driscoll | Kuma | Honorable One

Oh, him?
He’s a kind soul!
A big softy,
always looking after the little ones.

He’s sweet.
His voice is strange,
but who can blame him?
I didn’t think he’d be so nice.
Man am I glad he is though.

Big guy, bear-like?
I know him.
He’d help my dad with his garden,
never asked anything in return...
what a sweet boy.

Kuma! He’s soooooooo big,
he’d let me ride on his shoulders!
I could see the whooole world up there!
... I miss him...

Oh, that man.
I know him.
Didn’t hang out with the good sort,
but... he wasn’t like the bad ones either.
He had honor.

That boy...
he was a large thing for his age,
but one of the softest I’d ever met.
And I’ve met a lot of people.

He’s a strange one alright,
but in the best way.
Kid would always watch out for us.
Let himself take the blame
when the bad sort got involved,
took a lot of beatings to protect us...
that guy was amazing.
Brave and kind, like no other.
He deserved better.

I am not who I used to be.

200/200

[QueenNyra]

Lydia - the gardens soul
WIP

[Spirit23Wolf]

Forum/viewtopic.php?p=123313123#p123313123 (Round 1)

My Heart Is Broken, Empty

Name: Alessandra
Gender: Female
Backstory:

My name supposedly means protector in some long forgotten language but I don't feel much like a protector I feel like I failed the one thing I was born to do the one thing that truly gave me a purpose in life. My Aaron my liege my friend my love the only way I am able to keep going is revenge I will find those that took you from me and make them pay. You used to be the only one that could make me smile and laugh now I am so very alone just sinking in to the darkness that my heart now holds. My heart used to be filled with light, laughter, and your smile.
We were born to be together raised as one always with you never alone you were never suppose to leave I was the one who was to give my life for yours but I failed. Now the darkness has taken hold hungry for revenge and my death. But don't worry soon I shall join you my love.

(186 Words)

I Shall Soon Join You My Heart

[nyall]

𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐈 - "𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊"
"mirai, you must not trust anybody. remember, you are our future and if you fail at any task our lives and yours are at risk." as soon as that mark appeared on mirai, the light from her parents eyes vanished, becoming filled with greed and fear. mirai was first told that she should believe the world is against her & that her actions would decide everyone's future at the age of 5 by her parents. she became cold & fearful of others, only following the tasks ordered to her. the rose; a symbol of power and destruction. yet, it is also a symbol of peace. the rose only appears on one person at a time, and when it does the fate of humanity is placed into their hands. it is believed the one with the rose becomes all-knowing, and if they fail at any of their tasks given it is assumed that all of humanity will perish. because of this incredible weight the mark carries, many people try to kill the one with the rose. however, this mark can also do much good. it can instantly bring happiness & satisfaction. [190/200]

[witchingdreamons]

. Round One .

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╔ Reiki Noritaka ╗
❧ Healing Virtue ☙
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❧ He/him ☙
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One would say the bearing of blindness is nothing but a tragedy. He cannot heal what was given to him at birth, however, the unseeing ability is not deemed as a misfortune but one bump in a long and twisted journey. Those who leave a wish at his door have heard the tale of this witch who lays dormant. Self-effacing and timid, the witch plays his harp, a tune which heals those who hear it. No one knows what this witch's face appears to resemble, but to leave such a thing to one's ability to imagine, the male witch likes to keep it that way. If he cannot see them, then they need not to see him. It is up to the user's own interpretation of what may be of the noble young lad, whether his tale tells enough about who he is, or if curious young eyes and ears dare try and hear the voice of the witch in the stories, for he is not known to speak in front of the public eyes. The questioning ones cannot help but wonder to the home and take a peek through the darkened windows, with no success to their own dismay.
[200/200]