[Sheer]

I kinda like the thought of this so I might give it a shot. v///v<3

[caesou]

MARK

[Rorrim]

Aaa, I can't help myself, my head is buzzing with inspiration. ;v;

Reserve.
The sad story of a romantic who died of a broken heart.

Notes:

- Can't sleep love
- very dramatic
- always crying
- mood fluctuates wildly
- was the son of an affluent family
- In his youth he loved a man who did not truly love him back.
- after the kalon he loved dumped him, he fell ill and died of a "broken heart".
- Because his heart is broken, He can no longer truly feel emotion.
- obsessed with the idea of love, even though he cannot feel it himself
- Haunts the crypt where he was buried most of the time, but on occasion attaches himself to a living kalon's spirit and haunts them.
- Attaching himself to a mortal spirit is the only way he can truely feel emotion again.
- Usually his victims are kalons deeply in love.
- His presence usually drives kalons to either depression or madness if he sticks around them too long.
- He does not intend to hurt them, it is just a side effect of his insatiable hunger for emotion.
- speaks in riddles and rhymes
- Very forgetful
- No longer remembers his name from when he was alive
- Has forgotten much about his time among the living, but speaks fondly, and often of his old lover. He does not remember that said lover broke his heart.
- Can affect things in the real world if he is currently haunting someone, and therefore feeding off their emotion
- The stronger the emotion, the stronger/more tangible he is
- can be trapped, or kept away by salt and iron

- possibly called Amour. Or maybe Velo.

Planned edits:
Standard: custom tail shine - teeth edits - heterochromatic eyes.
Common: sclera color - hair edits that would go beyond the jawline when wet - custom tails - longer fur.
Uncommon: custom ears - custom pupil - custom tongue.
Rare: Missing/extra limbs/eyes - haloes/horns - any part glowing - two tails - horns on the head.
Legendary: magical abilities - transparency - ability of flight/levitation [/color]

[Echos]

markk

[koi97]

Marking vwv

[zoocyte]

Mark

[~Soul~]

Mark

[hasu]

mark,, I'm rooting for someone, ye

[Muggywort]

Name
Wolf
Wolf adopted this name after hearing to traveling kalons chatting about the word, "Wolf". She loved the word and how it rolled off her tounge so she decided to use it as her name.

Gender
Female

Edits
-Hair that stays above jawline (Standard)
-Heterochromatic eyes (Standard)
-Custom tail shine (Standard)
-Custom tail (Common)
-Custom ears (Uncommon)
-Wings (Legendary)
-Ability of flight/levitation (Legendary)

Personality
Wolf is a very quite and sensitive kalon. She often speaks to herself because of how lonely she gets. Whenever she thinks of a simple, sad thought, her eyes will start to water. Wolf can only interact with an animal if she has an emotional connection with them. Many have come near her abandoned cabin but never came close enough to allow her to see them. Around mid summer every year, Wolf's blue eyes starts to sprout blue flowers in them. The vines of blue flowers slowly grows to cover the right side of her face. This causes excruciating pain but she's learned to cope with the pain. Of course it still hurts but she also uses it as a time tracker. Every time the flowers and vines begin to sprout from her face, it marks a new year for her.

Likes
- Company
- Sunsets
- Seeing other alive creatures
-

Dislikes
- Being unable to communicate
- Flowers
- Vines
-

Relationships
None

Wolf's Story
Before she got I'll, Wolf was a young kalon with a dream of becoming a photographer. Her and her family lived out in the middle of nowhere in a cabin but often traveled to towns and cities. One day, Wolf woke up in a hospital not remembering how she got there. She got up and saw her mother talking to a doctor and she was crying. Wolf walked to her mother and asked what was going on but got no response so she tried tapping on her shoulder but her paw didn't seem to actully touch her mother but she did turn to look at her. It didn't feel like she was being looked at though but instead being looked through so she turned around and almost gaged at what she saw. Wolf saw herself laying in the hospital bed with her green eye wide open and her other eye was hidden in flowers and vines. The kalon she was looking at looked like her but it wasn't her. She was to sickly and thin.


(Picture of her before she got sick and without wings)

[r.ddler]

[cursing the ohio]
matt king
[devil's backbone]
civil wars

NAME; Krysten
NICKNAME/ALIAS; Babadook, Christian, The Bubble Boy
GENDER; Male
PERSONALITY;

before death;
carefree, adorable, childish, innocent
after death;
fiercely protective, calm, quiet, mature
-with those they love; childish, mischievous, romantic

PHYSICAL TRAITS;

tufted ears [uncommon];
custom hair below jawline when wet[common];
custom tail/shine [standard][common];
back mane [common];
dark "black hole" halo [rare];
shorter fur everywhere but back mane and hair[uncommon]
no elbow tufts, thinner cheek/jaw fur, curly hair on head, no claws

STORY IDEAS

drowned; vengeful spirit; ink spills from their eyes when sad or angry
very calm, mature, protects those that find him or are lost in his forest.
two kids find him and are spooked, are chased by 'bad men' and krysten
protects them fiercely, chasing the 'bad men' out of the woods. kids are still
afraid of krysten, but don't mind him as much, thank him quietly and
tend to look behind themselves wearily all the time in the woods

Oh God, what are they doing. Why am I doing this, what's happening!!
Those were the last living thoughts of Krysten. The boys hadn't given him many options, it was either fight, or drown. Krysten didn't want to fight, he couldn't overpower the boys, he might as well give up then. That was just what Krysten thought as his lungs burned, his instincts screamed. He tried to back out, to fight, but the paws and claws of the sirens at the bottom and the boys above him kept him captivated, screaming for his life as the women sang and the boys shouted and guffawed. Even after the boy stilled, passing out, the sirens clung to his mane, grasped his spine and his skull, holding him under until they were sure he was gone. Hours they sat and held the boy under, finishing the mistake of the older boys.



I need out. This needs to end, something's wrong, I need my anger to be sated.
Krysten quickly remembered what had happened after he awoke... in the arms of a siren. He was now a ghost, one who could tread water without a need to breathe, didn't need to eat, didn't need to sleep. He had eternity to his lonesome. Eternity to mature and learn. He died in the times when magical creatures dominated the world, dragon riders were the elite soldier. He awoke in a time when robots