[Lovelypetbreeder]

username: Lovelypetbreeder
name: Vendetta
gender: Demigender
personality: Vendetta is a harsh, stubborn, and psychotic, who is also self centered but is a well earned warrior on the battlefield. He is great with encircling his enemy and providing an advantage. Although his lack of enthusiasm, he is very loyal to the causes he fights for and will break away from his unit if he has to. He finds joy strategic battle and loves challenges, he is cut-throat competitive and is considered cruel by others.
short story(500 word limit): WIP

[Cryptz]

res

[angelshy]

gahhhh awesome sauce . . .
I don't think I know how to recreate the design though *cries*

friendly bump! c:

[Alantica]

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username:
Alantica
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name:
Chrome
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personality:
Chrome is cynical, believing the worst of everyone. There are only a handful of others he trusts or comfortable with. He is quiet most of the time but can be extremely loud if angered. Chrome is short tempered and intimating usually resulting in others fearing him. He could not keep a job due to this as most of the time his bosses did not trust him or feared him. The few Chrome trusts are usually kalons that are good at keeping secrets. He is a man of many secrets and he rather not have them spilled. He is also super protective of the selected few kalons he is close.
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short story:
I'm just a pawn. Nothing more.

It was a sunny afternoon as I made my way down the street. It has been a few weeks since started school and I already made a bunch of enemies and zero friends. Well, at least I have my books. I stopped in front of an enormous building that somewhat resembled a church. It's not a church but a library. I walked up to the door and pulled it open to feel the cool air of the AC in the building. Nothing made me feel at home than rows and rows of tall bookshelves filled with book. I quickly made my way into the library and to my favorite spot.

I sat in the library where the sun just perfectly peeks though the rose window. As I flip the page, I looked up and unfortunately saw someone I prefer to not talk to or see outside of class. I quickly closed my book making sure to mark my spot at the same time and made my way to the exit without looking back. Just as I opened the door, someone tapped my shoulder and I turned around to see the someone I'm trying to avoid.

"What do you want?" I grunted. The kalon smiled and said, "Join us!"

That was the fateful day I got myself into big trouble. I decided to join them and I met someone I could trust, finally. Unfortunately, the thing I joined was the mafia but I always thought it was a nerd club at my school. I guess not.


History:

I grew up with my grandparents in the country side. I knew everyone that lived near me. My parents would visit me once a week or sometimes less but I didn't care. I loved my grandparents more than anyone else. I went to school at a local town where all the kids go that lived around there. Basically I knew everyone and their guardians. I lived a happy and carefree life. That was until one day everything turned sour.

I walked home alone but that was normal. I was in 5th grade. When I arrived to my home, I could no longer recognize it. I stood there in shock staring at the charred remain of what I used to call home. The firemen has just finished taking out the fire and next to them stood our neighbors. "I'm sorry! I swear! I didn't do it on purpose!" a neighbor cried. The a fireman scanned the area before walking over to me. "Come with me. Your grandfather is waiting for you." he spoke in a gentle and soft voice. I followed them to the near by hospital. That day my grandmother passed away and my parents took me back with them that weekend.

I lived in a house in the nicer part of the city with my parents. When I started 6th grade, I was the odd one out. I knew nobody and it didn't feel right. I would get picked on all the time but my parents didn't care. They told me to tough it out and I did, expect they didn't mean it that way. I tore apart the bullies that came after me with zero mercy. Soon I was the most feared kalon in the school. I didn't want to be the one feared but I guess that's just how it turned out.

Fast forward three years and now I'm in high school. I didn't go to the same high school as the other kids in my middle school but that didn't bother me. I felt like I can start anew and I did. I met a boy named Leon who seemed to be overly optimistic. I could only see getting along with him in a classroom situation. He was considered a nerd but was never bullied like the others that were considered nerds and that unnerved me. He was hiding something and I do not wish to find out. Leon and I graduated together and somehow was accepted into the same college.


and I'm nothing but a pawn in this cruel game.

[broker]

mark :) ! super amazing design <3

[néktar]

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[elliott.]

username: squeeze
name: kailan
gender: male
personality:
short story(500 word limit):


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[Nines]

holy cow, res so hard

[~valentine~]

username: SpaceCadet
name: Daisuke
gender: Male
personality: arrogant, entitled, ignorant to the feeling of loss; Daisuke is a pure mastermind of chess. He's a bit psychotic, and would play any amount of games to get what he wants. (Sometimes, oddly, he speaks only in riddles to confuse opponents). He resorts to horrible situations quickly, as he bores very fast and is fond of the idea of a risky battle.
short story:
The sweetness of victory; the power of it couldn't be more delightful. The way my army moves along the board; some charge at their enemies defiantly, some dance gracefully to confuse the opponent in a manner almost too perfect to comprehend, only at my hand. The sheer terror of the opposition I always happen to sense keenly motivates me by every move. I am a king. I am the king.

People approach me from distant lands, as rumors have been spread that I am of royally evil decent, and am undefeatable. They believe it is purely coincidental that my opponents never return? Oh no, dear peasants, I am to be given all the credit. As my success continued to grow, I began to bore of it fast... Who wants to play chess when there is no point in winning? I needed motivation to continue the thing I was skilled at most. I had tried everything. Prize money, gift of the throne, etcetera etcetera... Not one living soul could beat me at my own game. I had to take drastic measures in order to keep my head intact.

I spent hours upon countless hours, pondering on my success... Pacing tediously. It began to drive my head to indescribable places, places of hell, places of sheer insanity. After days of deep thought, I finally decided that all opponents who face me and are unable to defeat me are to be slain... my precious, lucky chess pieces to be sculpted after their frightened faces as a reminder of the impossible game they chose to play against me. Never again shall I be bored, while as I play one enemy, I play them all.