[Blumoonwolf]

username;;
Blumoonwolf

name;;
Saorise

gender;;
Female

favorite hobby;;
"Collecting Stars"
Collecting stars, as Saorise puts it, is finding anything unique in what seems an ordinary place.
This can be anything from a forgotten necklace, or ripped bumper stickers to a smooth gray stone in the middle of a tree branch. And what makes these special to her? She imagines they are like lost stars, just needing the extra help to go home.

Personality;;
Introvert-Shy-Strange-Dreamer-Passionate-Loyal
Saorise is most definitely not an extrovert.
She’s often put under the bus as to say, not often given the chance to show her true personality. Outside she is odd, and shy, and not often talking. Yes, her habits are strange and so are her dreams and imaginations, but that’s why some have grown to love her! Sao has an amazing imagination, loving to dream and listen to music, she has a deep passion for anything she does. Because she so rarely makes friends, and often because it takes much time to be considered a friend to her, she has strong loyalty to any friends or family.

extras;;
Going to put a story here to explain her hobby a little bit more! Hopefully everyone will take the time to read it <3
I also put my other extra (personality) above! I feel like it fits more there ;3
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[mellifluous]

Sorry for no coding I did this on a phone
username;; Mellifluous
name;; Petrichor, meaning the smell of rain on the cement
gender;; female
favorite hobby;; Oddly enough, someone as unlikely as Petrichor loves fire dancing. She looks like the sky and is named directly after rainfall. So why fire dancing? Maybe it might be a slight pyromania, but whatever it is, it's amazing. Seeing as Petrichor is often a bit lackluster, being around when she begins fire dancing is amazing. Her face suddenly lights up and she shows emotion. Her dances always portray a story as she plays with the fire. It's her passion.
personality;; Petrichor isn't hindered in anyway. The only obvious thing is that to most people, she lacks emotion. Well, facial expression that is. Petrichor has the best darn stone face you ever did see. Her voice also has a stoic quality to its otherwise mellifluous tone. Beside this hinderance, Petrichor is still a person full of personality. Despite her naturally quiet nature, she has a lot of talents which she has a lot of passion for. She's a natural talent with almost all music and dance based activities. The only thing holding her back is her stoic view on life. But that is something she'll work on. Petrichor is a very observant and intuitive child. Whenever she has something in her gut, she will follow it through. And it's usually correct anyway.
age;; She's just 19. Fresh young child
job;; She doesn't really have one. She gets booked for some fire dancing or singing gigs every so often, but she would like to run an orphanage or children center in her future.
likes;; Dancing
Singing
Music
Story books
Children (especially babies)
Fire...
Rain
Hawaii
Yogurt
Freedom
dislikes;; Being told what to do
School... she never really was good at it
Ice cream
When everything has an order
Airplanes
Cars
Boats
Motion sickness
Long rides
history;; Petrichor's history isn't one we must delve into. There isn't even much. Let me give you the brief summary. Once upon a time. Two normal kalons met. They met in junior secondary school... middle school. Their names were plain names. Marilyn and Daniel. Marilyn and Daniel started dating in high school and married right out of high school. This worked out for this normal happy family. Daniel got a well paying 9 to 5 job and Marilyn was a stay at home mom of their newborn baby girl, Petrichor. The name had been suggested by her far more outgoing friends. She called her daughter Trish for the most part. Petrichor grew up in a normal happy home. Her parents were fine with only her. She grew up happily. She got all the affection she needed. It was when she was 16 that her baby brother came into her life. Petrichor didn't change or anything. She was always quiet, always a bit unfeeling. It was even when her baby brother came into the picture that she got a bit happier and developed the baby disease; a strange baby affection.

[monstera]

This is going to be extended slightly, and will instead end at 11:59 pm CST tonight!

[Gaycko]

Thought I marked this? Gonna try

[Kyo]

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❀ Username : King Kyo || Name : Augustus E. Lanson || Gender : male ❀
❀ Sexuality: homosexual || Age: twenty-one || Occupation: naturalist ❀
❀ The characters in this story include Aquilo & Audun ❀
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Deep within the woods there sat a quaint little cottage, nestled between two thick oaks and surrounded by bushes of holly and ivy. Black smoke puffed out its chimney like an old mans pipe, ascending into the darkening sky as night feel upon the land. Warm golden light pooled outside the windows as crickets chipped merrily back and forth, singing their evening symphony as the day drew to an end.

Inside the cottage sat a young man, engrossed in a book that laid flat across his lap. He sat criss-cross in an aged wicker rocker, positioned so that he faced the blaze which burned in the fire place. A quiet peacefulness hung in the air around him, calm and easy going. Like every night the silence lulled him to the verge of tiredness, but that normal routine was suddenly shattered.

There came a pounding upon his door, loud and demanding. Within each knock echoed the sound of frantic panic, an indication that the visiter was in urgent need of an answer. For someone to call upon him at such a late hour could only mean disaster, and he found himself hesitating in his chair. After a short while of the persistent rapping he finally approached the looming door, heart throbbing rapidly within his chest.

With each round of brutal knocking the door quivered, shaken by the strength of each thud. His fingers slipped around the door handle, pausing while he collected his thoughts. It wasn’t as if he had to respond, in fact he might be better off to ignore the stranger.

A bear of a man filled the doorway, his eyes staring downwards at Augustus like two blinding stars from above. His physique screamed champion but his gaze plead mercy, a mix that did not seem befitting of someone with such a nobel appearance. Blood oozed from a pair of long gashes across his bicep and his right temple looked as if it had been struck by some heavy object. Were it not for his pitiful state Augustus might have considered him conventionally attractive, but at the time being there were more pressing matters to consider.

“Can- can I help you?”

Augustus half hid behind the door, using it to create a barrier between him and the stranger. The tips of his fingers grazed along the handle of the dagger at his hip, prepared to react should anything happen. Before him the man’s shoulders slumped with relief, the panic in his stare melting into fatigue. Doing his best to appear non-threatning he raised his hands in submission, lowering himself to his knees as if to shrink before Augustus.

“Good sir, I beg your pardon for intruding at such unseemly hours. I promise I would not have disturbed you if I thought there was any other option, but I am afraid I am at the ends of what I am capable of.”

Leaning forward the man buried his face in his hands, distress tense in his frame as he spoke.

“My friend and I were attacked by a gang of brutish thugs. I am in decent health but my companion requires professional attention. Please sir, I know you are not a man of medicines but you must have at least a minimal knowledge of remedies if you are in fact a naturalist. I had heard someone like you lived in these parts and that is why I rushed over. Please, I have nothing to treat his wounds with, he’s bleed through all the bandages and-“

“Calm down.”

Augustus pushed the door open wider, giving himself space to step forward and place a hand on the man’s shoulder. His gaze softened with sympathy in hopes of relaxing some of the stress hanging in the air.

“I understand your situation and I’m willing to help. I am by no means a doctor but I’m not completely outwitted when it comes to treating injuries. Where is your friend?”

“I left him in a spot close to here, just in case something bad happened. I’ll go fetch him now. Thank you, thank you so much. I am eternally grateful, I-“

With a wave of his hand Augustus silenced him, hot with embarrassment from all the needless praise.

“Thank me once I’ve actually done something. Collect your friend quickly and return with haste.”

“Yes, I shall return as soon as I can.”

With that the man bolted off into the darkness, Augustus left standing watch as he waited for him. Within fifteen minutes he’d returned with his friend slung over his shoulder, following Augustus inside and laying his friend down on the bed. His wounds were indeed bad, but that’s not what made Augustus gawk at him shamelessly.

Upon the man’s head was a long horn, one which Augustus had not yet seen before. The strange object startled him, but Aquilo’s nervous gaze seemed to draw him out of his shock. Sending only one more quick glance at the horn he began to work, figuring he’d have time later to ask questions.
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Once his condition was stable Augustus flopped back into the nearest chair, exhausted by his efforts. Through tired eyes he watched as Aquilo (he'd learned the man's name shortly after he begun working on Audun, the injured one) fussed over the man’s sleeping body, fluffing his pillow and readjusting the blankets to fit him better. It was almost endearing how much he seemed to care about his companion and Augustus was certain there was more than mere friendship between them. This thought was cut short when he glanced over Aquilo’s front again, remembering that he too was injured.

“Here.”

Augustus sat up straighter, beckoning him with a curved finger.

“Now that he’s finished it’s your turn.”

“I’m fine, really, my injuries are not so bad.”

“Regardless of what you think it’s still better to patch things up. You’d be troubled if it got infected. "

Aquilo looked torn for a moment but finally nodded, reluctantly moving away from his partner and sitting across from Augustus. He waited patiently for Aquilo to remove his shirt, revealing a sight which was rather easy on the eyes. Augustus forced himself not to blush and instead focused on the treatment, dipping his fingers into the ointment and slowly rubbing it into Aquilo’s injuries.

A comfortable silence filled the room as Augustus worked, quickly moving to cut a strip of cloth to dress the wound.

"Thank you," Aquilo said again, probably for the millionth time tonight.

"Like I said, it's nothing."

"Not only for this, but also for not asking about the horn."

Silence.

"Can I ask why you two are traveling?"

Pause.

"We are both looking for something. I can't give any details, but the basic's is that Audun is trying to help his family and so am I. I really apologize for not being able to give you anymore details than that. I just don't feel comfortable discussing it without Audun's consent."

Augustus nodded his head in understanding, wrapping Aquilo's arm with the cloth.

"I understand. Regardless, you're welcome to stay here until your friend recovers."

He stood then, putting away his supplies and cleaning the mess around him. Aquilo nodded at the statement, stopping himself from saying thank you yet again. Instead he laid down beside Audun's sleeping form, falling asleep almost instantly.

Augustus watched the pair from the corner of his eyes, his gaze lingering on the horn again.

It looked as though it was staring back at him.

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Three days had come and gone since the arrival of Augustus' two unexpected guest. Audun had woken on the second day, bringing some much needed relief to the anxious Aquilo. He seemed to still be tired from his near-death experience but he was well enough to let loose a string of curses and phrases vulgar enough to draw a blush from Augustus’ cheeks.

Despite his budding friendship with Aquilo, Audun seemed to have a particular distaste for him. Though he’d done him a gracious favor by saving his life he didn’t seem the least bit grateful. Not that Augustus was looking for any praise but a simple thank you might have been appreciated. Instead he often felt Audun’s eyes hot on his skin, burning through him as if he could see something vile inside. Not once since waking had he spoken properly to Augustus, instead turning all his attention to Aquilo. Augustus assumed it might have something to do with jealousy but still it left him uneasy.

During the day Augustus left them alone inside the house while he went out in search of new material. Since Audun was not yet healed it was decided they would stay a few more days just to be safe. Though he wasn’t use to the extra company he found it oddly relaxing, enjoying the feeling of being close to other people. It would have been nice if more guest stopped by but alas the woods was not the best of places to find friendship.

Once he’d collected a decent about of material he hurried back home, eager to be in the company of his companions again. He noticed that he had picked up a rather cheerful attitude upon arriving, noting that it had been awhile since he had felt so excited over something as trivial as guest.

“Aquilo?” he called as he entered the house, looking around for his new friend.

“I’m on the back porch!” a voice echoed back, bringing the slightest of smiles to Augustus face.

He glided through the kitchen area and out the back door, noticing Aquilo nested in one of the chairs.

“Hey, I was wondering if you liked wild rice. I found some when I was out today and I thought it might be good in a soup or-“

He froze up suddenly, noticing a familiar book nestled in Aquilo’s lap. Heat scorched his face with embarrassment as he rushed forward without thinking, snatching the book away from his grasp.

“Don’t read that!”

Aquilo looked shocked at first, not having expected such a reaction. Once he recovered he looked horribly embarrassed, pulling away from Augustus.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. I saw it on the shelf and thought it was a book so I- I really didn't mean any harm.”

Aquilo’s apology left and uncomfortable knot in his stomach, making him feel as if he had done something wrong. Silence stretched between then until it broke at the sound of Augustus' sigh, a hand running awkwardly through his hair.

“No, I’m the one who's sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you all the sudden. I don't know what came over me.”

“It was my fault for taking it without permission. I should have asked first.”

“It’s ok, I understand your curiosity. I assure you that this book isn’t terribly entertaining, it’s just an old journal kept by my father.”
"It's quite well kept for a journal, in fact I'd say it's rather charing. Where did he find all those flowers?"

"Uh, actually that part is mine," he admitted sheepishly, almost as if he was ashamed to admit it," It's a bit of a hobby I suppose. Whenever I finish one of the experiments in here I tape a flower onto the page and write down a stupid pun or something. My dad use to really love flowers, as well as bad jokes. Like, for instance..."

Augustus opened the book carefully to a page with a small purple flower pressed into it.

"This flower is morning glory, it symbolizes the mortality of life or unrequited love. Next to it I wrote 'When chemists die, they barium.'"

Augustus giggled at the joke and Aquilo half forced a laugh, not finding the joke all that entertaining but trying to be cautious of Augustus feelings.

“You’re father was also a naturalist then?”

“Indeed he was. In fact, this cottage belonged to him. This was where he lived before meeting my mother, I inherited it so I decided to make use of the space. All my current research is simply finishing projects he left behind. None of what I've accomplished thus far as been a full product of my own, it all started with his original material.”

“Was he somehow unable to complete the projects he began?”

The comment was innocent enough, but Augustus seemed saddened by it. When the atmosphere suddenly changed something seemed to register within Aquilo's thoughts, making him quick to apologize.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think before I spoke. I’m sorry for asking uncomfortable questions.”

“No no, it’s not uncomfortable,” Augustus quickly assured him, forcing a smile in hopes of easing the tension,” He died three years ago. It’s just not often I speak of him, so I was a little surprised when you asked. Please don’t be regretful, it feels nice to have someone ask questions for once. I’m honored that you find it intriguing enough to inquire about it.”

“Of course, I think you’re a very interesting person.”

“I’m humbled by your praise as usual, Aquilo.”

Peace returned between them as they fell quiet for a moment, taking their attention off each other and instead admiring the view. For awhile Augustus was lost in his thoughts, drifting away from reality and diving to memories he’d forgotten he possessed.

“Was your father’s name Damian by any chance?”

His heart throbbed sickeningly at the mention of that name, freezing him on the spot. How long had it been since that name had been uttered in his presence? The urge to speak it gripped him, trying to squeeze the words out. He refused to though, bitting his lip harshly in retaliation.

“Where did you pull such a name from?”

His voice was stoney, rough with emotion that he wished not to feel. Aquilo once again noticed the every shifting mood had once again changed direction, causing his next words to be filled with caution.

“In the journal, it was written here and there in the back section.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

Silence.

“Augustus-“

“No, no it’s fine. I’m sorry, I just haven’t heard that name is such a long time.”

He laughed drying and pushed his hand against his face, trying to calm himself down. How stupid to react that way over hearing a simple name. Surely he wasn’t so childish that he’d behave in such a manner over a mere word.

“Augustus, are you ok? You look as though you’ve seen a ghost.”

“No, he isn’t a ghost. Nor is he my father. Damian was the man whom I was engaged to three years ago. I didn’t mean to cause you a fright, it’s just been such a long time.”

“Oh. Ok.”

Silence.

“Do you…”

Pause.

“Want to talk about it?”

Augustus looked genuinely surprised at the suggestion, eyes round with disbelief. Not once had he spoken of Damian since their separation, bottling the memories deep inside himself. Besides, it wasn’t as if he had anyone to share them with. It seemed ludicrous, the idea of talking about Damian to a man he had only recently met. And yet…

“Sorry, let me rephrase. Instead of wanting to, would it help you feel better if you talked about it?”

He’d never considered it.

“I find that sometimes talking about things helps to move past them.”

Augustus looked at Aquilo in a nervous way, unsure if he actually wanted to get into this conversation. For years he’d been trying to forget all the senseless drama he’s left behind, so to dig it up seemed almost counter productive. Before he could reason with himself anymore his mouth began to move on it’s own.

“Do not comment on any of what I say. Do not look at me with pity, I don’t want it. You must understand, the history of my relationship is intertwined with occurrences outside of myself. To explain my situation with Damian I will have to tell you of my past. Promise me you won't let your lips slip a single word of what I share.”

“I understand. I won’t say anything.”

Silence.

Breath.

Begin.

“Damian was my lover and fiancé. We grew up together in the kingdom, both born of nobel blood. Our relationship was incredible strong throughout our childhood but outside obstacles made things difficult for us. You see, our parents had a bit of drama between them and it eventually tore me and Damian apart.

When my mother was young, she and Damian’s father Urban were married. They had a daughter named Laila who was apprenticing under a woman named Cheyenne who was a friend of Urban. During that time there was tension between us and a neighboring kingdom over border issues. A skirmish broke out while Cheyenne was patrolling with her squad and Laila died as a result.

My mother blamed Cheyenne for Laila’s death because there were rumors that Cheyenne was secretly in love with Urban, so by getting Laila out of the way a rift might be brought between their marriage. Urban refused to believe Cheyenne would do such a thing and it caused them to divorce, after which my mother journeyed away from the kingdom to clear her head. It was during that time when she met my father and they became traveling partners.

After about a year later my mother and father returned to the kingdom where my mother learned that Urban had remarried to Cheyenne. My father supported her through her grief and that’s how they ended up together, thus resulting in my birth. Urban and Cheyenne also had a child around that time named Damian. Urban insisted that me and Damian become playmates, though I’m sure he only said such things as a way to see my mother more often.

Regardless me and Damian grew up together and fell in love fairly early on. We were both so utterly blinded by our young love that neither of us was paying attention to the people around us. When we became of age we became engaged, but Cheyenne was not pleased by this.

Cheyenne had already promised Damian to a woman from another family, a business move that would bring benefits to both sides. She tired to convince Damian to leave me but he refused, and since she couldn’t force him she came up with a different plan.

She hired a group of men to kidnap me and take me some place far away, a place where I wouldn’t be in the way of her plans. Her plan backfired when the men who came mistook my father for me. My father was not one to be easily captured and put up quite the fight, but his struggling resulted in his death. No one knows exactly what happened by when my mother returned home it was already to late.

Luckily they were able to find the men who did it and but them on trial. They confessed that it was Cheyenne who hired them and my mother used this knowledge to have her thrown in jail. While in jail Cheyenne confessed but claimed she never intended for anyone to die. She also admitted that she was envious of Urban and my mother’s relationship but not for the reasons my mother assumed. Apparently, Cheyenne had been in love with my mother all along and only married Urban because she thought that my mother would visit more if he was there. She said that because she loved my mother there was no way she could have purposely killed Laila either because she saw Laila as a daughter as well.

My mother was torn between pity and rage and in the end decided to drop the charges against Cheyenne on the condition that she was banished from the kingdom. Urban decided to stay with my mother instead of going with Cheyenne and because of this Damian decided to leave with her. I had begged Damian to stay or let me go with him, but he rejected me both times. He said that he couldn’t let me marry someone of such low status and that I wasn’t fit for the hardships of outsider life.

Since he left I’ve lost almost all my purpose. I was so invested in our relationship that I never even thought of developing who I was as an individual. It was always about who we were together, not about who I was alone. It was then I realized that I was nothing outside of him. All my years of living and I had never once considered what type of person I might actually be. Even once I realized this I had no motivation to find myself, so instead I took up my fathers work and expanded on it.

I’ve spend three years simply learning and experimenting, finding a way to kill time while I wait for something to happen. I’m no more than a walking dictionary at this point, full of knowledge but no wisdom at all. It’s sad, isn’t it? All this time I’ve spent perfecting things I don’t even care about, all for the sake of avoiding the reality of my situation. Rather pathetic, isn’t it?”

In that moment he looked at Aquilo, searching for something he’d never been able to find. He felt deep remorse for having asked the man to keep quiet, for now he desperately wanted him to speak. Anything would do, any response, any-

“That story is not even worthy of being called pitiful. You should be ashamed for throwing your words around in such ill taste. Have you no shame?”

The voice who spoke such cruel, twisted words came not from Aquilo, but from a low voice behind them. Both men turned simultaneously to gawk at Audun, who had somehow moved himself from the bedroom to the door frame. His sudden appearance in itself was surprising, but his words were what really stunned him.

When no one said anything, Audun continued.

“Do you truly want to remain trapped in this pitiful bog that you identify as your existence? Even if you don’t wish to face it the reality is there. Life is not so simple that you can will away the truths of what has occurred. Accept it: the man you loved has left you. You are no longer part of each other, your lives have been untangled by the cruelty of circumstance. I do feel sorry for you lost affections but you’ll certainly receive no sympathy for that useless attitude of yours.”

Silence.

“Audun, be kinder in your speech. Your tongue moves more swiftly than your common sense. Saying such cruel things is unseemly,” Aquilo quickly defended, looking at Augustus with apologetic eyes. Audun seemed especially annoyed by that gaze.

“My tongue and my mind are in perfect sync. I need no comments from you, Aquilo. I’m sure even you can see just how much of a self-lothing creature he is. Coming out here in the middle of nowhere, avoiding any trace of his past, doing the work of a dead man as an excuse for his actions- it’s shameful the way he’s wasting his life.”

“Audun-“

“Silence, Aquilo. I am not done speaking.”

Audun moved forward then, stalking towards Augustus like a cat hunting a mouse.

“I hate people who live worthless lives. You have all the freedom in the world and yet you’ve trapped yourself in your mind. These hands” he reached forward, snatching Augustus’ hands in his own and shoving them towards his face,” are the makers of your chains. You are what binds you to this hell. And yet you dare blame fate for your disposition?”

“I-“

“There are people in this world who dream of freedom but will never taste it. Their chains are real, their hopes are truly gone. But you- you have all the freedom any man could dream of and yet you waste it. You throw it away and chain yourself to the past instead, a decision that is all your own. Can you understand my anger? Can you even begin to comprehend the sin that you are committing? All because you’d rather run away than face the ultimate reality that is your life? Even a craven is not so stupid as to believe that fleeing will solve any of your problems.”

"What am I to do? I do not even know who I've become, I've never been alone like this before!"

Augustus felt something hot roll down his face, desperation clear in his voice.

"You criticize me for wasting my life, but I have no life anymore. I-"

"Oh shut up! So what if your old life is over? Make a new one, build a better one! If you have no personality or character then all the better. Remake who you are, don't just wallow around in someone else's shadow."

Audun grasped Augustus shoulders then, yanking him close so that their eyes bore into each other.

"If you remain here you'll surely die worthlessly. I say these things because I have experience them, I know the agony you face. That is why I urge you, for your own good, free yourself. I'm sick of looking at you and knowing exactly what type of person you are. Escape this place, morn for the past but do not let it destroy your future. You want to be somebody, don't you? You want to have a real personality, a sense of individuality, right? Don't you want to find out what kind of person you really are?!"

Silence.

Breath.

Release.

Begin.

"Yes."
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On the fifth day Aquilo and Audun left and Augustus went with them. Though their original journey was for others, Augustus decided his own journey was only for himself. Whoever that may be.

[satyn]

Good luck, all. I had lots of fun with this Kalon x3
There's so many crazy good forms, eep!

[monstera]

Closed for judging!

[credit]

Good luck everyone~

I know I don't even stand a chance with this one XD

[Happily Wrathful]

om good luck

[Birdy]

Ahh good luck everyone! I've just recently discovered Kalons and I've sort of fell in love with them -ooops!-

Anyways, I absolutely adore some of the forms for this one, so I wanted to wish everyone luck ;u; <3

The Pirate