kalon readoption • owners of 3-less & nonowners

[wishbone!]

hi there! I've lost connection to my kalon Amber, and want her to go to a good home.
if you're interested and meet the requirements, please consider entering!

rules:

1. only enter if you own 3 kalons or less! this includes nonowners.
if you enter with 3 or less kalons but gain one during the duration of the competiton, you are still permitted to enter.

2. you can only make your entry here as a reply to this topic. no websites or individual threads.

3. follow all normal Kalon rules and the rules of CS.
if you need help with anything, please ask me or a moderator of the species!

4. be creative! do whatever you want with the kalon! change the name, gender, whatever. I want to see what kind of connection you can form to the character you come up with.

5. "prettying up" is encouraged, but will not necessarily help you win.

base form:

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[b]username:[/b]

[b]name:[/b]
[b]gender:[/b]

you can use up to 2,000 words to write about whatever! break it down into sections or write a whole short story; use your words however you please. you can also have up to 3 pieces of art in your form.

this competition will end October 12 at midnight (EST time).

she was grown off oekaki, so this is her only reference as an adult. she's not connected to any family, but has old nursery lines here.

[wishbone!]

1. small animations are permitted for your art!
two to three paneled comics will also count as a single piece

[.Ginger.]

username: .Ginger.

name: Elisa
gender: Female

♡ The tiny little pixel avatar above is by me! Whoever wins can use it! All I ask is that you credit me and maybe the artist who created the original design of the kalon, itself! ♡



"sᎥᏁᎶᎥᏁᎶ Ꭵs mᎽ ᎶᎾ-ᏆᎾ ᏆhᎥᏁᎶ. ᎥᏆ's ᎳhᎪᏆ Ꭵ ᏞᎾᏉᎬ ᏆᎾ ᎠᎾ."

Elisa has always loved singing ever since she was a kit. It was the thing that calmed her down when she needed it. It was also just fun! As the kalon got older, her love for music grew and grew. She would sing pretty much everywhere she went. Throughout her years, Elisa would audition for various choruses, bands, and plays. She was told by many critics that she couldn't sing. They told her that she belted too much, and that it'd be impossible for her to learn how to properly work her vocal chords, as she's gained a habit that is hard to break. The critics constantly nagged her, telling her to go home and quit. Elisa couldn't take it anymore and grew devastated. For quite a while, she'd stopped singing as often as she used to. A few months later, she had a dream. A vision that she became a broadway famous singer. Then, after that very moment, Elisa had a wave of determination. No matter what they said, she was gonna sing, and stay strong. After 2 years of training, Elisa's voice improved. She was still loud, but at the same time, was able to manage and carry a soft tune. Eager to continue with her passion, much further, Elisa auditioned for her community's local performance of Wicked, and was cast for the role of Elphaba! Later, she brought her talents to NYC where she went to NYADA, and ended up performing in an opera with a secondary lead role. To this day, the kalon teaches at a music school for young kits, eager to learn and share their gifts with the world.

ᎠᎬᏆᎬᏒmᎥᏁᎪᏆᎥᎾᏁ. ᎳᎥsᎠᎾm. ᏞᎾᏉᎬ.

Criticism never took away what Elisa loved. Don't let it take things away from you! Remember to always keep your chin up and to be yourself. That will really pay off in the end ♡

Story and name based off of my long lost best friend, whom I wish to see again one day.
(Edit: Just yesterday I got in touch with her! I am so thrilled! I didn't give up hope, and sure enough, I was blessed!!! Thank you so much for the opportunity to win this stunning kalon. Best of luck going forwards.)

[kyum-]

marking for now ;; will enter if i have time!

[stride]

username:

name:
gender:

you can use up to 2,000 words to write about whatever! break it down into sections or write a whole short story; use your words however you please. you can also have up to 3 pieces of art in your form.

RES

[FluffyBirdie]

Morking to watch - Amber's such a pretty kalon ouo

[petrify]

username ;;
ignominyy

name ;;
Fiore

name meaning ;;
Flower in Italian

gender ;;
Female

age ;;
25

sexuality ;;
Lesbian

occupation ;;
Professional wrestler

ring name ;;
Poppy "the firecracker" Bliss

theme song (in her wrestling life) ;;
;;;

her favorite things about being a wrestler ;;
"My favorite thing about being a wrestler?"
Fiore gave a smile as she leaned back in her chair,
a small laugh escaping her lips.
"Well, there's lots of things to enjoy about it."
She leaned forward in her chair then, putting her
elbows on the table.
"For one, I get to wrestle beautiful ladies," she wiggled
her eyebrows before letting out another laugh.
"I get to be a different person, which is pretty cool.
I'm a heel character, so I'm allowed to be mean to
other people... without actually being mean to
them. Um, hmm."
She stopped speaking for a moment, thinking of
more things.
Snapping her fingers at an idea, she smiled once more.
"Having fans is so neat. They think you're this super
hero or something, when in reality you're just a
person like them. Fan art of me is also so cool! I can
go on any social media platform, and I'll almost always
see someone messaging me with cool art they've done
of me! It's sort of surreal, honestly."
Fiore began tapping her fingernails against the table,
sighing contently.
"And all of the people I work with are so kind and
understanding. I'm happy I got to meet all of them."
(205 words)

personality in her real life ;;
Fiore's real life personality is completely different from
her in ring personality. She's quite the kind soul, and
you would never see her telling off someone like she
does on tv. When she's not doing stuff for the wrestling
company she works for, she's out doing charity work and
volunteering in stuff. Whether that be doing things for
wrestling fans, like surprising them, or helping out at
local homeless shelters, she'll be helping. Fiore is almost
always in a good mood as well, never seen without a smile
on her face. Despite her being a very kind person, she is
a really impatient person. She won't be impatient with
cashiers or fast food workers, for example, but other
people in daily life. Little things can set her off, but she
bites her tongue so she doesn't go off. Anxiety is also
something she deals with, but she started taking
medication for it about ten years ago since she knew she
couldn't be a wrestler if she was always nervous. She still
has some nervous ticks, such as bouncing her leg when
she's sitting, and she does get nervous at shows sometimes,
but other than that, she's fine.
(197 words)

personality in her wrestling life ;;
Fiore-or Poppy, since we're talking about her wrestling
persona-is a very rude person. She'll get in people's
faces and tell them how it is, what she thinks of them,
everything. Poppy will absolutely drag them through
the mud and destroy their whole life in just a few seconds,
which usually earns a loud pop from the crowd. Once she
even almost made another wrestler cry (she apologized
later for it) because of how intense she was getting with
one of her promos. Poppy is very sarcastic, and almost
always has a devious smile on her face, especially when
she's roasting people. She always looks like she's bored
when others are talking, and is very good at making it
look believable that she wants to just leave. In ring,
although she's a very good wrestler, she acts as if she's a
coward. She'll put her hands up in defense and beg for
them to not hit her when they catch her leg or something.
Poppy is also very manipulative, sometimes dating the
male wrestlers just to turn on them in the end and laugh
in their face.
(186 words)

her debut as a wrestler ;;


what she does with her little free time ;;


art ;;
(0/3 done)

wip!!
notes ;; 2000 words max

dropping out since i have six kalons now!! gl everyone <3

[SaltyBirb]

Res <3 (hopefully I'll be able to do this hh)

[Novalien]

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Art credit | Font credit

Novalien | Name: Amber | Gender: Female

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Amber noted the statistics displayed on the flexi-screen, her gaze passing over the dozing kit behind it. In the past, she avoided looking at the kits floating in suspension, but now she barely noticed them as she completed her routine check. No one has died yet, which was positive. The experiments were unstable at this stage and had a high chance of death, which damaged her research and aggravated her. Genetic manipulation was not an easy task, and embryos and kits dying before giving her results only meant more work for her. She had a quota to fill as well, and limited resources to do so, thus every kit counted. She tapped the glass of the suspension tank, and waited for a reaction. Seeing none, she crossed out a box on her clipboard, feeling strangely contented. Everything seemed to be going well, and the results of this newest batch of kits would allow her to create stronger, more ruthless weapons. Wasn’t this all she wanted in life?

As she came to the tank of a particularly tricky kit, she slowed, watching it float in the green gel. The kit had quite a few additions, all of them complex and unnatural, and in all honesty, she was quite surprised it was still alive. The more complex the manipulation, the greater the chance of failure, and this kit had the most additions yet of all the kits she’d engineered. Amber tapped the glass, and the kit twitched, turning its head towards the sound. Experiments with improved hearing tended to do that. She ticked a box on her clipboard, looking through the number of experiments she still had to inspect. A thump made her look up, and she almost jumped back, surprised to see the kit looking back at her, a paw on the glass wall of the tube. Why was it awake? All of the kits were in an induced coma, and this one was sleeping when she checked it seconds ago. She checked the flexi-screen attached to the suspension tank again, and quickly wrote down the new statistics. Could the kit actually be rejecting the chemicals that forced it to sleep? Extremely curious, she pressed a paw on the glass, and the kit moved its paw to place it over hers, its eyes alert and bright. As Amber watched how its eyes seemed to gleam with intelligence, she couldn’t stop the spark of affection for the kit, and stepped back, trying to temper her excitement and erase the smile that was forming on her face. Could this mean a breakthrough? She hurriedly checked the rest of the kits, seeing the expected results, before standing before the unique kit, thinking. It was watching her back, and as she stepped closer, it tried to move closer as well, although the gel prevented it from coming close. After seeing that she wasn’t doing anything else, other than noting things down excitedly on her clipboard, it started to explore its surroundings, touching the oxygen mask over its mouth and nose, and tugging lightly on the tubes and wires that monitored the kit’s vitals. It was extremely curious about the other kits floating around it, It was clumsy, but that was not surprising, as it was the kit’s first time moving and actually seeing, and was hindered by the gel surrounding it.

Amber couldn’t help but think up a name for the kit as it looked around; as much as she tried to distance herself from her experiments, she found herself imagining where the kit ended up and how it managed life as a weapon for others. I guess…I’ll name him Gen, short for generation. The leader of my breakthrough. All the kits had genders, of course, but in her mind she addressed them as ‘it’ as another attempt to be distant. Not that the caring part of her mind cared. After hesitating, she pressed a button on the suspension tank, entering her password to finalise it. Drains opened at the bottom of the tank, slowly allowing the gel to leave the tank. In this moment, Amber was glad there was no one in her wing of the labs, happy she was the type to work alone. A part of her wanted to guard this breakthrough, and lie to her superiors. Maybe she will. Not an outright lie, but…maybe a few unspoken truths. Keep the full data of this kit to herself until she has improved on it, and only then she would share the data. As the gel finished draining and the showers turned on to wash away the remaining gel, Amber approached the tank, crouching and placing a paw against the glass. Gen, after marvelling at how the world looked through something that’s not green gel, inched closer, and pressed a paw back, before stretching his mouth into something resembling a smile, trying to mimic her.

Somewhere in her mind, Amber decided that she would do her best to ensure a happy future for this kit, even as she realised that her attempts to distance herself from the world was crumbling.

Maybe secretly, somewhere in her subconsciousness, she wanted more from life.

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Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜsᴇʀ 5698's ꜰɪʟᴇ?
☑ [ Yᴇs ]----------☐ [ Nᴏ ]



[ Lᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ]

[ Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴠɪᴇᴡɪɴɢ ᴜsᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ ]

[ Full name ] Amber Aricelis

[ Current Profession] Bio-weapon engineer and genetic scientist

[ Personality ]

Amber is quite the sarcastic kalon, sneering at and making fun of most things, including herself and her actions. She is quite apathetic and detached, a pessimistic soul who seems to lack empathy and care. She tries extremely hard to distance herself from the kits she creates, but oftentimes she find herself wondering where they'll end up and what kind of life they will live. She's not sure what she wants from life, and feels like her only purpose in this world is to fulfill the bio-weapon quota and make it through to the next day. But in the midst of all her negativity and pretending, a kind trait hides, waiting for the right trigger.

[ History ]

Amber started off as a kit who loved the wonders and mysteries of science, and loved how it, along with technology, powered the world around her. Her parents were great scientists, and she aspired to be like them, one who discovers new laws and combinations of chemicals no one has ever thought of before. As she grew, she realised that the world was not as kind as it had seemed from her sheltered home, and discovered that Earth was at war with other planets. She promised to herself that she would study science, and help the war come to an end.

Now, Amber works in the field of genetic engineering, ruthlessly changing kits and making them into weapons for the war. She’s not quite sure what her purpose is now, as the war never seemed to end and she felt so tired by it all. Her personality has changed since she was young, and science is now just a job, not a wondrous mystery. There was nothing new in the field of science; everything has been discovered before she even landed in a career, and now she’s not bothered to change professions. Nothing interested her anyway.

[ Short term goals ]

- See that this new batch of kits survive the experimenting
- Ensure results from the experimenting are consistent and maintainable
- Ensure reports are finished on time

[ Long term goals ]

- See that the next batch of kits survive the experimenting
- Ensure results from the experimenting are consistent and maintainable
- Ensure reports are finished on time

Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪsʜ ᴛᴏ ᴇxɪᴛ?
☑ [ Yᴇs ]----------☐ [ Nᴏ ]

[ Pʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇ ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ]

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Total word count (not including symbols such as [ ] ): [ 1264 ]

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