【 L o n d o n 】Kalon Form || DNP

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Name - Cinnamon "London"Lee Clark
Gender - Asexual male
Age -21 Human Years
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Occupation - Publicist under Harrison, Inc
Location - An apartment in Fresno, California

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XXXXxxOriginal Page ━ Basics ━ Going Deeper ━ The Key ━ Relationships

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- - - C A R E E R - - -

Cinnamon, Aka “London” works as a publicist under Harrison, Inc. Although he currently has no defined client, he likes to take on the jobs centered around higher-up’s within the corporation in hopes that one day, he’ll be assigned to one of them exclusively. He has little self confidence, and doesn’t stand up for himself until it comes to his workforce. Within the walls of his desk he’s stronger than you would’ve ever found him within the world- He spares no expense. A mere few moments in a phone call, or even reading a letter designated to his clientele, and you’ll begin to believe anything written within it.

- - - O B S E S S I V E C O M P U L S I V E D I S O R D E R - - -

“1… 2... … Where’s the third. Oh no, It’s all ruined” ; Coming from his MIA mother, Cinnamon seemed to have inherited the dreaded “OCD”. His compulsion begins with sorting colors, and doesn’t end anywhere near there. If he cannot fix something to appease his mind, more than likely, it’s ruined. Hand in hand with that issue, comes his social anxiety. Unable to even process a conversation with a stranger, It controls his outings in public. When asked questions, he tends to get extremely nervous, and freezes before spurting out a few, cut up song lyrics and making a break for it. He doesn’t quite understand why the lyrics come when they do, but often times the seem to confuse the question-ee enough to give him time to run without questions asked.

- - - “S… Sorry” - - -

Anytime he messes something up, London’s first response is to apologize. No matter the occurrence, or issue, He’s always going to be the first to try and fix it, all the while hoping to earn others forgiveness. If the infringement is minor, or “stupid” he’s often going to have a pink tinge to his cheeks- Guaranteed. The blushing is something he personally hates doing, he sees it as an embarrassing trait that he can’t control. Extremely submissive for sure, he’s absolutely heated whenever confronted, the flaming red across the bridge of his nose a glowing shout-out; as if to say “Hey, Guess who’s embarrassed?”

- - - “D-Don’t touch… Please” - - -

Part of his OCD, He cannot stand for things to be moved by things outside of himself. Even if it’s just a simple exhale of breath that ruffles a sheet of paper from his desk, he cannot rest until it’s retrieved and put back into it’s proper place. Among the tons of official documents among his desk, are very important legalized papers that he cannot get mixed together, or disordered- it’s impeccably crucial that he is able to keep everything perfectly pristine.

- - - “I prefer to stay to myself” - - -

Being an extreme introvert, it’s often times that even within his friends group he would rather distance himself. Although he may feel comfortable around them at times, his anxiety tends to kick in at what seems to be random, and causing his emotions to go rather

Q - “London, How do you think your mother leaving affected you, for your future?”
A - “Although a rather sensitive topic, I- I believe that her disappearance was vital to my own development. Although the lack of a parental figure was a shocking reveal of how hard it can be to live within our world.”

Q - “As per your Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, what types of things bother you?”
A- “Most anything non-symmetrical within a geometric parameter- Unorganized spaces. I would say color; but well… heh”

Q - “How did you meet Truffle?”
A- “I met her through my Physics class, actually. She had come into the room to give my instructor some papers, and had asked to stick around the classroom- as she needed help within the subject and had finished her other class assignments. Naturally cliche, she was put into the seat behind mine; I swear I had never been accidentally kicked so many times- it was absolutely insane. After class she apparently decided I was worth knowing, and was the first person I ever opened up to. She seemed to develop a sense of whenever I need space, and still has to keep distance every now and then, due to my anxiety.”

Q - “Do you ever take off the key?”
A- “When I bathe, yes. When I leave the house; No. Never.”

Q - “If your mother and family was to return at this moment, how would you react?”
A- “Hard to say. They left my life early on without a trace- I don’t even know if they’re still living. I suppose if she appeared; I’d ask her why, more importantly than anything. Why she decided to strip me of the childhood I could’ve had; Why she took the rest of my family and left me behind- why she acted like I was a disappointment to her more often than not. I wouldn’t let her back into my life; not after all this time. I’m not sure I would want to be associated with her at all.”

Q - “You seem to be at ease answering these, how is this so; with your supposed Anxiety?”
A- “Writing emails is much different than being within a face-to-face conversation, with all due respects.”

Q - “Per you being colorblind, have you ever wished you could see colors?”
A- “Not really. Without knowing what color is, how could I miss it? You cannot just describe color to someone who has never experienced it, and make them want to grasp it too. From my perspective, I do not wish to see color; ever. Color opens up window to judgement, and I wish to be able to equally judge everyone based on their personality, not how they look outside of the black-and-white world I live within.

Q - “Your voice is known to have certain… qualities to it, that give you an advantage within your workforce. Is this true?”
A- “As I cannot hear my own voice as others do, I cannot say it is true for certain. I have however heard many speculations and accounts that I have persuaded even some of the most.. Stubborn media stars, to remove content that could bring them quite the profit, yes. I would just consider myself quite lucky, in the aspect pertaining to my job.”

Q - “If you had one, what would you identify as your ‘theme song’?”
A- “Although I don’t listen to music much, as I do not have time within my life- I would more than likely choose “Notches” by Crywank, as I feel that the depth and genre of the song fits me fairly decently, as well as it being one of my favorite songs.

Q - “If you could go back in time, and your family hadn’t have.. Done what they done, would you?”
A- “It would depend on what this question entails; If my family was just going to leave again, after I went back in time- Then no. I do not wish to live through that turmoil of emotions and pain again. If my family would have stayed? I would still say no. The occurences of my past are what made me, well, me. Without them I would not be myself; This is as if you are asking if I would go back in time and relive my worst nightmare, or if I would change identities completely - and the answer is no, to both.

Q - “You sound very composed via your word choices, and your replies are quite quick. Have you thought about these things before?”
A- “Some of them, to an extent, yes. I often times contemplate what life would be like, had I been raised as normal children are. However the world does not support “Normal”; therefore, I am who I am.

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- - - “I want to know how it works. What makes it tick?”
Like many others within the world, Cinnamon tends to have a insatiable curiosity. Pondering what makes things move, or function, can be quite daunting- He opts to instead dismantle the devices until he can reconstruct them fluently. From that point, The next step would be to analyze every part and from there discover what influences it to work in the way it does.

- - - “Color is a weakness, I have too many weaknesses as it is”
Cinnamon is colorblind; something he sees as a strength rather than a hinderance. He doesn’t get distracted by the beauty of something as easily, cannot judge others against his own will based on what the wear, or what color they display. Within his eyes, everyone is equal, similar. Everyone has the same roots- something he enjoys seeing. Who needs to solve a rubix cube when you can make the world your own puzzle?

“You know, this isn’t quite bad” Amisi spoke from Cinnamon’s bed, staring up at the ceiling as a machine gently ran it’s hand; A round, warmed sphere - Along the line of her spine, easing out the tension. “Yeah, I bet” he said, frowning in exasperation; of course the one time she finds one of his inventions interesting would be when it benefits her! “No seriously, like, you could patent this” She shifted, allowing the arm to move deeper into her flesh, a purr-type sound resonating from beneath the soft whir of the contraption. “I think, I’ll keep this one to myself. They haven’t been interested in my designs before, they won’t be interested now” He muttered, hitting the switch to turn it off, chuckling at her noise of protest. “We have to get to class; I can’t be late to physics again or Mr. Phillips will kill me” he said glumly, dreading the classroom time already. “Alright, alright. Don’t get your underwear in a twist” she laughed, pulling her frame from the mattress and following him out the door. “You know, sometimes I think you want to freeze me out” Amisi shivered, pulling her scarf closer around her. London shot her a look, his smile widening slightly. “How did you figure out my alternative motive so quickly?” He laughed when she feigned a gasp, pushing her shoulder into his. “You're such a bully” The faux frown on her face crumpled to reveal an amused smirk. “Mhmm. I’ll see you later?” He called out as the two came to the point in which they split to go to seperate buildings. “You bet, not like we share the same complex or anything” She said, laughing slightly as the image of their apartments popped into her mind, the neighboring doors usually left unlocked. He nodded acknowledgement, tucking his head against the cool autumn breeze and making his way to his first class of the day.

- - - “Please… don’t”
Aside from his rather anti-social tendencies, he can’t stand when people feel the need to make contact with his skin in order to speak with him. He doesn’t like to be touched by anyone, much less strangers. There isn’t a known reason in exact, however his mood will go from 10 to -500 in a matter of seconds.

Likes -
Art - Collage
Pineapples
Music
Gravity Falls
Coffee
Bowties
Button-ups
Denim
Rubix Cubes
The stars
Legos
Slushies
Cream Cheese

Dislikes -
Sticky substances
Reading
String
The dark
Tea
Authority
Huge Crowds
Puzzles
Boots with fur
Society
Potato Products
Documentaries
Pollen

- - - “I’ll get it back… someday"

As a strangely philosophical male; London seems to have a strong belief that with the key from his old house, he could “unlock” his childhood- The memories deprived from him by his mother. As one without the experiences of most from a child, he was often left behind in his younger years in most everything; Social skills included. This is believed to be the main cause for his Social Anxiety- and possibly even a key factor to his diagnosed conditions. After his mother disappeared, his fear of being behind led him into more of a leader-type rank among others; something he would never be prepared to fully accept. He doesn’t like the feeling of being responsible for his own life and well being, much less that of others.

- - - Overall - - -

All in all, London is a loner; Not based on his own decisions, but via the conditions he now has to live with. With only 2 friends; one of which he cannot even meet within the real world- He’s often considered the type to avoid during social situations. He quite enjoys that others seem to respect the fact that he’ll always need distance- won’t ever be able to get close to them as some want. With his extreme OCD; a condition that many of the general public cannot stand- it’s often times even more challenging for him to be within a social standing; He cannot physically fix everything. His color-blind visuals only remind him that not everything is focused on the beauty that the beholder can see; but what is beneath the color. Some seem to think of his actual personality as if beneath a mask; one that only the 2 individuals aforementioned can see through. I suppose, his metaphorical “Mask” could be as if it was a test of sorts- as to see if he could be himself around the individual. London being quite the tinker, despite his OCD, needs to be supervised around anything that.. Well, functions at all, honestly. Turn your back for a single moment and the next thing you know, your alarm clock will be in pieces on some table-like surface, being re-assembled into something that may or may not function as well as it had before. This would be how he makes his “Inventions”. Although they aren’t technically inventions at all- more of a work-around based on another item, however still different than the original. Most function to serve rather “Useless” points, whether it be a toaster who makes no sound to frighten you when the heating sequence is over- or a remodeled projector that now makes a 3D surrounding scene on whatever wall it is cast upon- things that seem to waste supplies until it comes time that they are actually used- That’s when their purpose is usually discovered once and for all. Within his workforce, although his confidence might not be quite to par with others of his standing; his job still brings out the best- and worst of him. Rather than use the force of his actions via threats, he takes a stranger approach by using persuasion. He doesn’t have the confidence to stand for himself, however some say his voice is almost alluring whenever he puts it to use- as if he could bend someone's will within a few words.

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- - - - - - - - “You know you’re going to have to get out into the world someday, Cinna” The small male visibly cringed at the nickname, he had told his mother many times he hadn’t wanted to be known by anything similar to the name of his father. “Yes mother” His voice was shaky, nervous even- something he knew would end up getting him scolded if he wasn’t careful with his word choice. “You need to support me, support your father. We’ve done everything for you and you still haven’t done anything in return- Ungrateful if you ask me.” He could feel sadness pressing against the back of his throat as yet again his mother insulted him. It had been this way for a mere few years, and continued until he was sent off to school. Upon finishing the school day, the small male made his way to the curb, sitting down with the other designated “Car pickup” students; the only difference? His mother never came. Neither did his father; or any of his family for that matter. 3 hours into the evening and the walk begin- A tiring 3 mile trek that would only end up putting him into situation far worse within his own household. “Mom?” He questioned quietly, fully aware that if he raised his voice and she heard, he would be scolded yet again. However surprisingly his mother wasn’t home- Neither was any of the belongings he had associated with his household. Had they moved apartments again? Little did the male know that his family would not be returning, more as if they had seemed to disappear without a single trace. He sat down in the spot that a rug had lain- One that he had crocheted himself for his mother- a birthday present to her from a few years ago; A blonde lock fell across his eye. From between the strands of hair, a slight out-crop within the far wall caught his attention, the block carelessly left partially open- A hidden drawer built right into the wood. Upon peering into the wooden container, the golden reflection of a key glinted up at him. 12 years later and the same key is attached to his tail on most all occassions via a thin, black chain- A memory of something that he lost.

- - - The key - - -

Not many knows the true story of how London came across the key that hangs around his tail, most speculate that it was given to him by someone- or even possible it could be something he found or purchased from a pawn shop. In actuality, It was a key to his mother's lockbox, in which he liked to metaphorically think his childhood was locked up in- The childhood she deprived him of. Only his mother would’ve contained, as it disappeared along with her person early on in London’s life. He keeps the key on him most anytime, in hopes that one day he could come across the box and unlock the childhood he was deprived from; the Happy memories he could no longer remember around the less-than-pleasant situations that he remembered. Similar to a safety-Truffle for a child, they key is often time the one thing that he can find comfort within, whenever he is within a rougher time in life.

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- - - R E L A T I O N S

Mother - [Non-physical, No defined character] : Cinnamon’s mother left early on in his life, leaving him at first, with sadness and confusion, even depression, as to her absence. Later on, within his current stance, he chooses to rather than consider himself without a mother, chooses to identify his “Mother figure” within the world rather than a sole person. No one truly knows if his mother is actually living, or if she had passed on sometime within the near 14 year timeframe that he has lived without her.

Family - [Non-physical, No defined character] : His relationship with his “Family” is varying with similarities from the relationship with his birth-mother. As they all left his life early on, more than likely under his mother’s suggestion, he doesn’t choose to associate himself with them. He rather considers himself an orphan, with no family in which he would like to name.

Truffle - [Belongs to : Me] : London’s relationship with Truffle started within his current school year, with him having no one to refer to as a “Friend” until they had met. As from the information above, Truffle was seated behind London in his first period classroom by the instructor, often times within the class “accidentally” kicking him in an effort to get his attention. She soon realized that her original plan was not going to work, as he blatantly ignored the numerous prods- and instead followed him as he left for his next class. She could clearly see the “Mask” he put up to ward off others, instantly seeing the person beneath, even as he attempted to ward her off with his “Ignorance”. After a few days of the same thing persisting, he introduced himself, seeing no other option as the annoying female continued to pester him. Within a few hours later, he no longer saw her as annoying; and so their bond began. Only later did he learn that they were siblings, to his astonishment.

Amisi - [Belongs to : Me ] : London’s relationship with Amisi started online; and as they live quite far away from one another, sadly has to remain as such. Often times the pair email back and forth as they work. They met via a neutral link, finding themselves within a mass group chat-room. He immediately went to leave, however was stuck by the conversation between Amisi and another of the group. Eventually, said user acted as a bridge, introducing him to the other. From there, a slow bond formed. He had been slower to trust as he would have been had they met in the real world, however now holds his friendship with Amisi as dear as he would his bond to Truffle. She amuses him to no end, and seems to know whenever to give him space just as anyone else does that is close with him.

[ Note on family relations. I do know that truffle and cinnamon have parents, yes. However I will not be able to ever keep up a relationship with them. Therefore, in this form, and if I happen to win, their “parents” will be non-defined characters, as those kalons in my mind, do not exist. ]

Lines by Mintiature, Colored by me