[smol ken]

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Ʋƨɛяиαмɛ: Smol Kenma
➢"This world will never be, what i expected."
Иαмɛ:Cheshire Ace
Ǥɛи∂ɛя:Male
Ƶσ∂ιαc:Virgo
Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ Ƭяαιтƨ: Manipulative, Controlling, Uncaring, Mocking, Sadistic
Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ: Ace is a very manipulative kalon, not caring much for the feelings of others. He holds himself with a large smirk adorning his face, as if mocking those around him. Even so, he gets bored quiet easily. This is usually when he starts to compare people to certain chess pieces, and they us ally stay at that position, and is how he views them. It is very rare, he may feel as though they changed, and ranked up, or even rarer, a down rank, and possibly falling off the board completely. He doesn't typically view life as something precious as the world's population is rapidly increasing at a rate that cannot be controlled.
Ғɛαяƨ/Ƥнσвιαƨ:
➣Since a young age, he has feared death, he may seem not to care about the death of others, because of the population continuously rising in number, but he does not know much about it. The unknown is what he fears the most, which is hwy he likes patterns so much.
➣He fears anything with six legs. He doesn't mind spiders and tarantulas, but what get to him is dragonflies and ants.
Ħαвιтƨ:
➣Cheshire tends to associate people with certain chess pieces or a card, including the suit. He does this based on how they hold themselves, or their personality.
➣He tends to subconsciously bob his head slightly, which is only noticeable if you watch his earring, which swings back and forth.
Ƥιɛcɛ σи тнɛ вσαя∂: Ace doesn't seem to fit the guide of any piece on the Chess board. He is not a pawn, nor a king. Not a bishop nor a knight. He doesn't have a high status, nor is he easily manipulated. He is not religious nor is he one that hoods himself with a valiant atmosphere. He is the one who controls the pieces to suit him and his needs. This is why he wants to see what comes across as the most powerful piece, fall to a piece that isn't even on the Chess board. He actually compares himself more to a joker in a deck of cards, somethings that's there but many people don't even use or discard.
Ħιƨ ʌιɛω σи ɛαcн ριɛcɛ:
♚King♔: Cheshire believes the king is actually the weakest and most bothersome piece. it has to be guarded, and i can only move one step at a time. once the king is gone, the opponent wins. He feels as if the king holds everything back, and is completely useless in any scenario. The people he associates a king with are those in power, but make stupid moves, that can cause a disastrous outcome.
♕Queen♛: Standing side by side in power as a rook, except diagonally instead sideways or forward. At a tie at the second most valuable with the rook, Cheshire takes great care in this piece. He always attempted to salvage it for as long as possible, unless a pawn makes it across the board. It is his go to piece whenever a pawn gets a promotion. The people he compares the queen to is those who secretly run the whole show, the main stars without showing themselves. They are the ones who control everything without recognition.
♗Bishop♝: Cheshire finds the bishop nearly useless, he has never seemed to like the piece. even if i can move diagonally like a queen, he finds no use for it cause he has a queen. The people he sees would be a bishop would be those who copy or fake their personalities, and try to achieve what other people have already achieved and nothing else.
♟Pawn♙: Cheshire sees the pawns the most powerful, or most valuable players in a game. They are often sacrificed for other pieces, but their ability to move up in rank is what he sees as valuable, as once they reach a certain point, or the other side of the board, they can becomes whoever they wish to be. In theory, you could have as many as 9 queens on a board at a time, despite this very low chance. The people he associates pawns with are the easiest to manipulate, but the ones who seem to have the most promise.
♞Knight♘: The way this piece moves often confuses Cheshire, as it's L shaped movements allow it to easily pass over other pieces, but allow quick advancement on the board. He doesn't find this piece the most valuable, but still a few notches above the King. He tends to sacrifice his knights in the game, as he likes straightforward moves, and not the odd ways of the knights. The people he associates with the knight is typically those who do not care much about how they live their live, and wander aimlessly.
♖Rook♜: The rook is just as valuable as the Queen in Cheshire's eyes. Depending on how far into the game they have gotten, it can move any number of open spaces, taking more steps than even a queen at some points, and easily take a piece on the other side of the board. They are more like the protectors in his eyes. The type of people he envisions to be rook like are those who can make quick decisions with little hesitation. The move without thought to thwart .
The board itself: he sees the board not only as terrian, but an obstacle that makes movements seem stiff and almost oddly natural. It may include the terrian, like anything from a busy citu to an abandoned country side. The terrian include any obstacles that may prevent difficult to get through or may prove to be troublesome. This can include the people and those who dot the area. The board itself doesn't pertain to a certain type of person or thing, as the options are unlimited.
Ħσввιɛƨ:
➣He may seem to like chess a lot, but he actually prefers checkers a lot more, as it has less rules, and leaves less room for error. Checkers doesn't have any special roles until later, till one of the pieces can make it to the other side and becomes a higher piece than the others.
➣Cheshire also greatly enjoys card games, and the many options for just a deck of 54 cards. His favorite game to play with cards would have to be war.
Ĵσв:Cheshire works as an information broker. This job had peaked his interest every since he was little, due to all the info that could be gathered, and simple secrets of others that they try so hard to hide. It also pays quite well. He is well aware it is an illegal job, but that's where the thrill in it lies.

➢"I want to see the king fall, and break beneath a piece that's not even on the board."
Яɛℓαтισиƨ ωιтн σтнɛя καℓσиƨ:
Krypton: Cheshire doesn't like, nor dislike Krypton, as they only have had short confrontations, and sometimes end up help each other job wise. Due to Krypton being a hacker, he will sometimes help Cheshire with getting info, no price needed. The lack of price makes Cheshire think Krypton may be scared, or extremely smart.
Argon: Cheshire finds the kid annoying, due to his unpredictable nature. Argon thinks ahead a few steps and things of the consequences of each "move" he makes, unless he is enraged, which is easy to do. The kid almost beat Cheshire in chess quite a few times, and Cheshire has uses his nature against him. Despite finding him annoying they often play leisurely games of checkers together, and it's always a close call for them both.
Xenon:Cheshire finds Xenon bothersome and rather not be around him. He does enjoy Xenon ' s hyper and optimistic outlook on things. Truly, it makes Cheshire want to crush his views and dreams, which are plentiful. Xenon is actually terrier of Cheshire ' s temper, even if he doesn't show it and hides beneath the ideas that Cheshire won't hurt him physically, maybe mentally.
Ash: Cheshire doesn't really have any hate nor liking towards Ash. Ash isn't easy to coax into something, and tends to laze around. Due to this, Cheshire doesn't think much of him. They do hang out sometimes, but Ash doesn't make much of an effort to beat Cheshire in checkers or chess, due to it being too troublesome. Despite the lack of view, they are more like acquaintances that hang out alot, as Cheshire doesn't exactly like the word 'friend'.
Songs that fits Cheshire:
Riot by Three Days Grace
Never too Late by Three Days Grace
➢"I let the challenger be the white pieces, and make the first move, as I believe the second move is the most important."
Ħιƨтσяʏ:
Cheshire grew up in a large, unforgiving city. He never really knew his parents, and only has a vague memory of them, as as soon as they thought he could take care of himself,they just seemed to disappear. His memory involves his mother, but not his father, as if he was never there. This is because his father left before he was born, and his was left to raise him, which didn't seem to exactly go as planned, as she couldn't support him, but didn't want to leave him, so as soon as he could possibly live on his own, she left him.
He had to learn how to survive on his own, and quickly too. For a while, he scavenged in trash cans, and often had too fight off others who tried to take his food. He never seemed to care about the wounds he obtained, nor the well being of those who her fought. Through this alone, he earned many enemies. Chess, oddly enough, was also a way to obtain food or money from people of high class he found, and often challenged people to a game.
As he grew up, he heard more and more about something called an information broker, and the lack of one in the area. This is when he started to gain information on important figures, and eavesdropped quite often. He felt a bit of power when he had dirt on someone, and realized he could make a living off of it. Going back a bit, and taking Chess to be a big part of his life, he began to challenge people for information, instead of food or money. He managed to keep himself alive through unfair plays and a controlling and nasty nature.

Ƨнσят Ƨтσяʏ:
A paw hesitated as it hovered over the puzzle piece, moving it across the board and a smirk graced the creature's features, dark chuckling rumbling from their throat. "We play life as it is a game." Their light, overshadowed eyes fell onto his opponent, who seemed as though they were sweating bullets. Who wouldn't, against a professional chess player, and an informant, who could 'accidently' spill your secrets.
"Ace, what's the meaning of this?" A soft hum, then chuckling followed the question. "You brought this bet upon yourself, and that's checkmate." Pearly white teeth were shown as Ace stared dangerously at the challenger. The white king was held between in his paw pads, and crumbled into dust as he crushed it. "Seems like I don't even have to pay for that info marionette now hmm? No money needed!" The crumbled pieces of the king were scattered across the room as the light colored kalon made a wide motion with his arms.
The kalon who had been challenged held a terrified look at the crazed look in Ace's eyes. "The one you are looking for lives a few streets down, apartment 505." Ace nodded his acknowledgement, motioning for them to leave. The other kalon rushed out, glancing back at the apartment number, and walked quickly away. "Apartment 402."
➢'' In a game we try, to just stay alive."

[Lillybear]

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[WolfLunarMoon]

Marking. Ress with the name Knighton

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M ARK

[mimikkyuu]

♚ || Username || Яapscallion || ♛ || Name || Francis (Anglicized), François || ♜|| Gender || Male || ♝

Recommended listening :: Medium - Wind
This song describes the character quite well. The entrancing piano bewitches you, its light voice standing out from the deeper chords who vocalize as if a hand were urging you inwards. The repetitive hum between the two befuddles your thoughts, a continuous call from your conscious you choose to ignore. Then the piano lowers in pitch, and here in this black hole is where that heart resides. Only in times of seriousness will you find it.


♞ || Personality || ♞

Francis was a born master. Fiercely loyal to his companions and especially intelligent, he is highly revered and adored by those around him. His loyalty creates an unbreakable bond with those who work for him, and his intelligence forms a mental barrier that forbids others from intercepting his true thoughts, turning him into an alluring enigma. Both of these qualities help him shamelessly manipulate his pawns into doing whatever dirty work he wishes them to do, deterring the blame from himself.

Although seen as a sly creature, he is not one for unreasonable underhandedness, and presents himself with a coy smile and relaxed demeanor. He is especially kind towards children, which has created mixed views about whether or not such behavior was just a charade to fool the youth into becoming involved with his dealings. Francis waves away these statements, calmly reminding these critics that "the children are the future... and that future, they can choose for themselves."


This kalon is not easily stressed, and relishes in the game he calls 'life.' He is the king, and all else are the rooks, the bishops, the knights, and the pawns... all of them, for the taking.

"You will know you have won this game of life when you do not have any regrets."



♟ || Short Story || ♟

A pen glides briskly across a sheet of blank paper, the ink skipping here and there as it wrote- before an interruption.

"Francis?"

Black-tipped ears perked as a door slowly creaked open. Pearly eyes lazily moved towards the source of these sounds, a head of white covered in an unruly black mane lifting itself up. Carefully placing the papers he had in front of him into a compartment within the dark mahogany table, Francis began to speak before his visitor could introduce themself.

"Are they worthy of my trust?"

Taken aback by this sudden demand, the other froze for a few seconds, then hastily retrieved a wad of parchment from his coat.

"I found these in their luggage. Looks like they are dealing with someone else."

Obviously peeved by this, Francis gingerly took the documents held before him. He scrutinized each and every printed word, then neatly set them down. Waving a hand away to the deliverer, he picked up a phone.

"Thank you. You may go now."

What was happening, you may ask? Business, that's what.

Just last night, a group was invited into Francis' abode, each side looking to create a hefty amount of money. They talked, debated here and there, and finally came to a conclusion.

So they came and found something both of them could agree on. What's the fuss?

Trust. Francis worked on trust, as he is a very suspicious kalon. Those that did not receive his trust faced danger from him, danger so close that one toe out of line could be your demise. Of course he was a very forgiving person, able to realize a person's faults. But those that slighted him, those that disregarded his word, those that acted against him- he never forgave.

These documents which he received showed just how mistrusting the other party was, how they did not believe Francis' word. They looked to take as much as they could from this agreement, then transfer into another, more "advantageous" one. This, he could not forgive.

The phone rang several times before someone from the other end picked up.

"Hello...? Is this Mr. Francis?"

"Yes, hello monsieur... I have here some papers telling me you wish to call off the deal, is that correct? To a 'Mr. Lucius'?"

"Wait, hold on... what? Wait, no, how did you-."

"I have my ways, monsieur. You see, I thought just last night we'd agreed to put faith into each other, but I now understand it is a one-sided faith, isn't it?"

"No, no, I can call off the other deal, we can make this work, you'll see-!"

"I'm very sorry, but I do not work with pilferers. You have an hour before I send someone out for you."

"Mr. Francis-!"

The kalon cut the other off, placing the phone down onto the table. He took the papers he had stashed away, and began to write.

"Mr. Lucius, hmm... I'd like to meet him some time... ah, I'm all out of ink."



|| EXTRAS ||

⇉ Basics

Name :: Francis (Anglicized), François (surname withheld)
Goes by :: Francis, Mr. Francis, François, Monsieur François

Francis' name comes from François-André Danican Philidor, a French musician and chess player. Philidor played chess during the romantic era, where the game was viewed in less technical terms and more like an art, where winning with style beat just 'winning'. Performing clever combinations and the act of boldly sacrificing pieces to gain the upper hand are similar to Francis' own code of conduct, creating sharp plans with corresponding ideas of their after-effects and the ability to give up those whose only purpose was to support the ones after him.

Gender :: Male
DoB :: 11/13/????
Occupation :: Head of Organization, Student

Francis does not give out his age, as this may put him into a position where those beneath him may find him too young and make attempts to claim the title of 'Boss' for themselves. He signs his occupation as 'Head of Organization' for obvious reasons.

Interests :: Fictional literature, writing, fencing
Disregards :: Bluffs, the grim, death

In regards to his Interests :: Francis, being young as he is, dwells on the idea of 'romance' often. The thought came on a winter's eve, when he settled down and began to read a book regarding the life of a certain wanderer, whose family were a grand lineage. The wanderer had no siblings, no family, but needed an heir to continue the line, else their history was to be forgotten. This struck a chord with Francis, as he himself had no siblings or extended family left to inherit the mob's riches were he to leave. In time he began to write, at first just an entry a day in a small journal, then dabbling in poetry later.

In regards to what he Disregards :: Since the basis of his work is trust, bluffs are a total 'no' for him. If you cannot present yourself in an honorable manner, he has no time with you. Although he is a truth-seeker, even he cannot fathom bad news. Every time, he nonchalantly waves a metaphorical hand at such reports, and instead dons a calm smile in the face of unpleasant thoughts. Then there is death; he does not care for death, is not afraid of death. If death is nearby, even close, he holds his arms open as if ready to embrace a friend. Because of this many outsiders see him as a black-hearted devil, willing to destroy anything for his needs. In reality it is only in sadness, for death had claimed so many of his loved ones yet spared him.


⇉ History

Francis comes from a long line of mob bosses, the first boss being the best remembered, having grown into wealth from a beginning of poverty. Francis is the current and youngest boss of his family's household, his father having died due to some messy dealings. A full-time mobster, he studies in the side to achieve academic greatness by request of his mother, who also passed away.

In youth he was an energetic boy, always busying himself with something. Francis was an avid reader and enjoyed being outside. The mansion had a garden around its walls, not too big but big enough to satisfy his curious needs. He'd climb trees and giggle as his nan went frantically about looking for him, then proceeded to get chewed out for worrying the poor woman. The child never meant any harm, and opted to show his position at all times with the shine on his thin tail.

By his preteen years his mother had died of cancer. During this time he became detached from those around him and preferred to stow himself away from others, keeping his tail to himself. Francis became quite aggressive, and even spat with his father from time to time- who didn't grow angry with his son, since he understood what the child was going through. Even though the kalon was tense, he tried to be kind in the times others came to speak with him.

In his teens his father was going through some rough trouble with another sector's lord- a complication involving a foreigner's deal perhaps, but that we may never know. Father fell, and it was only his son left in the mansion. Francis dropped into a depression shortly after, locking himself inside of his room for long periods of time. His nan came by often with food and a note, which Francis didn't look at. Finally his curiosity set in and he read the notes, and learned that it was his duty to uphold the family's name, else he'd shame the family as there was no other heir to receive such hard-earned riches.

A sort of feeling of responsibility seeded into him, and with the help of notes left by his father he set out to rule over the house as he was 'born' to be. A boss of equal opportunity, Francis' youthful charm brought in people from around who wondered what this new lord had in store. The hubbub died down in a few years' time.

Even though he is now a sprouting adult, his comrades can still understand the power he holds, the power he has. As mentioned above he does not work with fear, but rather trust. Francis finds trust an easier way to create bonds, as this is practically the essential base for it. With these bonds he can create dealings, and with these dealings comes the money. It is not easy, paying for everything by yourself- especially with the luxuries he has. So he works hard and tactfully, traits many by him admire.

⇉ How Francis' looks play a role in his 'self'

It is not every day you can find a kalon with colors as distinct as his own.

Black and white, the colors of chaos and the law, evil and good. Francis treads this monochrome road, making a living through the black market and unlawful dealings, in return donating to charities and such causes to save face. Many outsiders see him as 'black', or corrupted as a result of these actions.

But if you look at his person, you can distinctly see who he is.

► A completely white base- good intentions behind every action. What he does may not seem right, but in time it shall be so.
► Black rimming his tufted ears, whites inside- he does not trust all he hears at once, but within he trusts every word.
► White eyes- what he sees is what he trusts.
► A black tongue- chooses his words carefully and precisely, enough to get the point across but not so much as to allow others to interfere.
► A black mane, trailing down his back to a pointed, whip-like tail- Francis does not trust nor does he spill easy, watching his back closely from those he suspects, keeping them where he wants them.
► A black throat trailing to a black stomach- in ancient times it was believed the heart was either in the chest or the stomach. Here, he is unwilling to reveal his heart, a heart many believe as dangerous.
► Black tufts on his arms and legs- they look cool.
► Black paws- the same as 'dirtying your hands', Francis was born into the mob as he was born with these paws.

Finally and most prominently,

► The checkerboard at his sides- as previously stated, Francis was born into the mob- and as so was born to control. The sport of chess is akin to commanding- strategy, patience, and the determination to overcome your enemies. The various pieces just like the abilities of the people Francis commands, a testament to reality's game. One wrong move, one wrong piece, may end it.
► The knight - this speaks the most. Unfortunately for Francis, he is no king. He may be lord of a mob, but his parents, the dead king and queen, left only a knight to rule over all others. His qualities reflects this piece the most, with him being able to overcome challenges when he is in control, but once cornered- a rare event -he is at his weakest, and utterly useless.

"A knight on the rim is grim."

[Lady Tuesday]

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[hasu]

mark ,,,
nnn I need him but I idk if I can write a story

Once upon a time lived a King who was cursed to never feel fear again. All his men thought a fearless king was a good thing .. but they were wrong.

[zoocyte]

username: Skitterspider
name: Cain
gender: Male
personality:
short story(500 word limit):

wip, bishop

[Firedancer77]

don't mind me I'm just gonna mark

[eli ayase]

username: gallows callibrator
name: wip
gender: male
personality: wip
short story: reserving a story about chess in real life