[Lillekatt]

Kalon Name:
Cordelia
'daughter of the sea'

Kalon Gender:
Female



Personality:
Cordelia has a heart of gold and believes that everyone means well. This has gotten her into trouble on more than one occasion, when she trusted someone she should not have trusted. While she tries to be an elegent and a proper princess, she loves to help others even if it means hard work, though she always makes sure to take her headpiece off before doing so, as it was a gift from her parents and it means very much to her. The stones in it are crystals from the top of the mountain, that her father got for her. She is full of love but doesn't hesitate to tell someone off if they do something that she knows breaks the kingdoms laws.


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There is a kingdom at the bottom of a gigantic mountain next to the sea. The mountain has a pale purple color and beautiful crystals are spread around in the snow at the top. Cordelia was born in this kingdom. Her parents were the king and queen, making her a princess. Despite her high rank, Cordelia never thought much about it, she would play around with the other children, and help others with various tasks around the kingdom, not afraid to get a little dirt on her. She was beloved by the citiziens and her parents. The kingdom was full of life and love.

One day, a stranger entered the kingdom. The stranger walked straight to the royal castle, asking to be accepted as a citizen.
They told the king they were in need of help, after fleeing from a neighbouring kingdom. As time went on, the stranger was eventually trusted by the entire kingdom and became part of the royal household, helping the king with his decisions. However, this stranger, who everyone loved, did not have good intentions. The stranger slowly twisted the mind of the king and queen, making them make decisions that weren't alike their own thinking at all. When the citizens did not agree with the new laws that had been established, they were either thrown out of the kingdom or put in the dungeons beneath the mountain.

Cordelia saw her parents changing, the kingdom changing and its scared citizens. She tried to talk to her parents, as they weren't listening she got more and more aggressive. She was old enough to take the throne, and she wanted it now, before the kingdom would crumble down. However, the stranger did not like this and they made sure Cordelia was thrown out from the kingdom. She was told to never return. A few citizens tried to stop it from happening, but to no use. Angry and sad Cordelia promised them she would return and claim her right to the throne.

[Picture, leaving the kingdom]
She set out to sea, on a journey in hope to find someone who could help her retake the kingdom and rid of the stranger, who had manipulated her parents. She did not know how long it would take, what would happen or what people she would meet. She knew two things though, she would not give up on her kingdom and its citizens and she was determined to meet her parents once again.



I'm not very good at writing, especially in english, but I tried. ;v;
The two drawings both by me.

[cocogerber13]

Kalon Name;;
Luka

Kalon Gender;;
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Personality;;

Luka has often been described as cold, quiet, and very calm in any situation, but there's a bit more to him then what one might think. When he was younger, he was treated like royalty and thought that the world was meant to be treated the same. He served everyone he met with the same smile that met him whenever he was served. As time went on, however, things happened in his life and all of the trust, joy, and warmth he had formerly met others with gave way to a cool caution and stiffness. To the few who had stayed with him through the change, Luka was incredibly loyal and a bit clingy to, but he still was not one to speak much.

On the outside he appears either very sad or very disinterested, but no one knows exactly why. His lack of talking even in the times when it is most needed is also a huge mystery- in fact, this kalon is entirely shrouded in mystery and questions, most of which stem from those who knew his previously. He can be quite harsh at times, and very stubborn when it comes to completing any task. Despite these given traits, Luka is still very curious about the world around him and has an adventurous heart, though he now prefers to be alone as he learns about it.

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Luka was born a prince named Magnus in a small Kingdom in Norway, where he was treated with only the best and saw no malice towards him. He was very restricted in all that he could do, for his parents were very overprotective. Even though this was the case, Magnus was still barely told that he couldn't do many things, which made him deliberately do his worst. The punishment that he waited for never came, and eventually he turned his energy to exploring the nearly endless mountainside.

Accompanied by a guard as always, one day the young kalon accidentally stepped on ledge triggering the opening of a passage leading to a hidden library that held magic-wielding books. The guard, frightened, left to go inform someone of their findings and instructed the young prince to stay where he was. As curious as he is still, Magnus disobeyed and wandered around the winding bookcases full of enchanting powers until finally finding one of interest- this was a book without both a picture or title, and upon touching it with a trembling paw, he saw a vision of his Kingdom starving and broken under an older version of him as their leader. Believing that it was a sight of his future and that it was his fault that his friends and family suffered, Magnus turned tail and left. He grew colder at the fear that he caused his land to fall along with the constant coldness that he feigned to keep anyone to put their faith in or trust him, and he eventually changed his name to Luka to keep people from recognising him and bringing him back. The name Luka was chosen because of an "old friend" that came from Russia

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Personality
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That certainly depends on your opinion. To those who live in the Alabaster Isle, the great
island where Viktoriya is not a duchess but an important person in foreign affairs, she is as cold and
unfeeling as the purple jewel on her headscarf. Many think her arrogant and cruel, especially those who
have only seen her passing by in her magnificent purple palanquin. Viktoriya is compared to the statue of
her in the Hydrangea Gardens near her palace: beautiful, graceful, cold, silent, and intimidating.
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To foreign ambassadors and the like, she is just another arrogant lady, succinct, soft-
spoken, another important person to be bartered with, swindled, begged and pleaded for peace
between nations, a trade deal, money.
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To a certain few, Viktoriya is like a goddess come to Earth. She is beautiful,
mysterious, or mesmerizing to them; none of her admirers care to see her flaws. They only
see the glowing eyes, silken scarves, the iridescent feathers on her head.
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Viktoriya may be beautiful, quiet, and yes, arrogant, but those who know
her well see something more. To her close friends and family, she is not only soft-spoken and
gorgeous, but also passionate about the people and things she loves. She is a scientist, a bright
mind, and fantastic in debate. She has memorized trade routes and the Periodic Table. She has
created and patented marvelous machines. Arrogant and cold as Viktoriya may be, she has saved
her country from war by working out agreements with ambassadors dozens of times. She is also
quite patient.
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However, Viktoriya isn’t perfect; no one is. Those closest to Viktoriya see many
problems that strangers don’t. Only those who know her best have seen the bags under her eyes,
have seen her collapse into her bed at the end of the day with rumpled silks still on her head,
and have heard her crying at night. Viktoriya is cold, arrogant, and stressed out more than not.
She is also extremely defensive and paranoid about potential assassins and the like.
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Otherwise, Viktoriya has a lot of hobbies. She loves baking, reading books,
experimenting with her chemistry set, and acrobatics. She speaks a small handful of languages
too.
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Overall, there isn’t much to say. She’s just another person, strange and powerful
as she may be, just like the rest of us.
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Story
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My feet grow tired as I walk through the foothills, heavy cloak on my head, flowers in my bag,
a goal in my mind. I waved off the pretty girls who carry my palanquin a while back; this is a journey only I
should and will take. Besides, I still have to pass through a few villages to get to my destination, and I don’t
want townspeople flocking to me or whispering about me.
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“Only a short bit longer, darling,” I say to myself like a mother reassuring her child. My feet
pad on in silence. No one responds to my quiet murmur. People have told me my voice sounds like molten
silver. I think that’s idiotic.
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Sharp mountains line my vision. Tiny birds—starlings, I think—sweep through the sky, happy
creatures. One chirps; another trills. The tiny flock swoops in front of the sun. Lucky birds. They don’t have
a thing in the world to stress about. All of them are probably laughing at me, right now.
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The sun is setting. I hate walking, just because there’s nothing to do but think. Worries
swirl about in my brain like all those little starlings that still follow me in the sky. What if the Sjorkans
reject our peace treaty? What if there’s war? What if my test tubes break, and what if there’s a coup?
What if—
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The worries scurry to the edges of my mind, for I see it—the tree, that is. The gnarled old
tree that bends down from its place on the cliff into the patchy green grass, the gnarled old tree that I always
go to when I stress too much, the tree I pray under, the tree where he is.
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I break into a run. Rocks fall from beneath my feet, and I finally reach the place under the
tree. It’s a small section of the Majestic Purple Mountain where a small bit of rock juts out of the cliff face.
On this bit of rock, the Dubček Ledge, a gnarled tree grows with lavender, violets, patchy grass, and little
white mushrooms. I’m not sure how it all got here; the plants are more suited to a forest environment than
the ledge on a cliff face.
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I let my weight fall onto a patch of grass right under the tree, but far enough from the
grave that I’m not lying on it. Yes, there’s a grave here, and it’s a very important one.
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I bury my nose in my paws, letting my silk scarves fall out of place, letting my tail hang
off the ledge, letting the grave in front of me fill my mind with memories. The man buried here would
always bring me old artifacts instead of red roses, books instead of chocolates, and new test tubes
instead of jewelry.
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“Alexei…” I murmur, “how long has it been?” Ten years, now, since he died. “Passed”,
if you want to sugar-coat things, and I never do.
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I smile softly at his grave. New grass grows over it, which I made sure had a hint of
the color purple so that I would always be able to tell the grass on his grave from the grass around it.
I pull out my satchel, which has three fat, purple hydrangeas in it. He was always the one to like
flowers.
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I lay down the flowers across the grave. I take in a slow breath as I look at the pretty
flowers. If I placed them right, they are directly above Alexei’s chest, separated from him by only a
few feet of dirt and rock.
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“Alexei, I know you can’t hear me,” I say, “but I’m here. Please, know that I’m here,
and I love you. I’ll see you again when I die, then we can be together again, but now I have to be here
on Earth.” I take a deep breath. “How long can it be?”
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With that, I get once more to my feet, letting my shoulders slump. As quickly as I can,
trying not to look back, I make my way down the mountain. “How long can it be?”
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Okay, there is my finished entry! The art is a purple mess, like a sort of humanized version of the Kalon
except for the fact that the colors and anatomy are all wrong. The writing is a bit cliched/messy too,
and the coding is a huge disaster, but at least it's done!

Good luck everyone and congratulations to the winner!
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[Echos]

Kalon Name| Neptune
Kalon Gender|male
Personality|Neptune fits his name rather perfectly. When you think 'Neptune' does a powerful, stunning being not pop right into your mind? Neptune, being a Knight of The Royal Guard in his kingdom, is both physically and mentally strong. He is very patient, often hearing both sides of an argument fully before acting. However, he can be aggressive and very harsh if he has to be. On the outside, he has that appearance of "Wise old man" {though he's only in his 20's}. And because of this, people are quite intimidated by him at first sight. But he really is a big softie and absolutely loves children, and loves teaching them and answering all their questions. He is constantly followed by kids of all ages when not in the palace. He gets along very well with the palace staff, as well as most of the townspeople. He is very close with Princess Constellation Astraea Shinario {brother- sister relationship}

"A Saturday Evening Story About Morals" written from the point of view of Neptune
"Sir Neptune!" The voices of about five kids sounded from behind me. I chuckled lightly and turned around. "Hello." I said. I furrowed my brow into a scowl and frowned, though I couldn't hide the gleam in my eye. "Shouldn't you kiddos be in school right now? I don't think the king would be too happy to find out that the town's children decided to take a day off from education." Their eyes widened, but they seemed to catch what I was doing pretty quickly. "You're joking!" They giggled. "It's Saturday, we don't go to school on Saturday, Sir Neptune!" They told me. "Aa, I guess you're right then. You know, we should make that a rule" I commented, grinning. The kids stuck out their tongue. "No way!" I laughed, sitting down. I adjusted my scarf and the purple feathers on my head- the symbol of working for the royal family. "Who's ready for a story?" I asked them. Telling stories to the children was something I loved doing, and it filled my heart with joy knowing I was making a difference in their lives. It wasn't only kids who listened to me though, sometimes even adults came to listen to me after a hard day's work. They needed time to settle down and relax, and I was glad to help them do that. I sighed and began to tell my story- this one wouldn't be as goofy as some of the stories I had told before, though I feel like it would still give a good message to my listeners. "You know, I wasn't always like this. When I was young, I did horrible things, but a kid- like you guys- showed me that there was much more to life than doing bad." I told them. I didn't talk about my past much, but I didn't have anything to hide really. I am who I am today and that makes me proud. "When I was about thirteen or so, I used to get what I wanted by stealing. I would go to stores, take whatever I wanted, and destroy many valuable possessions that the store owners had worked their whole life to obtain- they lived through their shops. Cared for them like they were their children. But I disregarded that, and was greedy. It was like I was killing everything they worked for,a nd didn't care that I was doing so. But one day, this little girl, about five years younger than me, came up to me. She wasn't angry, but I could tell that she was not happy for a little eight year old. That little girl gave me a very stern talking to about the values of others. She told me how there were other kalons in the world other than myself, and that they had to work for things just the same as what I should have to. "You should join my dad's army." She told me. "There he teaches you how to be noble, not steal from people" She said. It occurred to me then that she was Princess Constellation, daughter of King Shenario. That little eight year old girl knew more about life than I did, and I was far older than her. And her words turned my life around so much that when I was old enough, I enrolled in the Royal Army and worked my way up to where I am today- the youngest high ranking Royal Guard. Take this into consideration- though you may want things, know that taking and stealing doesn't get you anywhere. Work hard and you will be rewarded." With that, I finished my story, and all the kids nodded. I knew that I had reached them, and that made my day. Later, when I went back to the palace, I thanked Constellation again and she just laughed, though I knew she was surprised that I cared so much about what she said when she was little.
all writing by me {echos.}

[huddson]

Kalon Name: Zuriel Peace
Kalon Gender: Female
Personality: Zuriel calls herself a guardian. She calls herself a goddess, and has placed herself too far up on a pedestal to realize how far from it she really is. She's quiet, yes. Strong, yes. But a goddess? That's something out of her grasp, and however much she climbs (and oh, she climbs) and will not reach it. She just doesn't, won't, refuses to understand and so she's always on this journey. It will end, yes, but not where she wants it to.

Zuriel is a kind soul. She risks herself for others and fails to see how dangerous these parades of power may be. Once she sets her mind to helping someone, saving them, she doesn't think of anything else. It's as if the cogs of her mind grind to a slow stop, and she can think of nothing else but what the danger could be and the fear in that Kalon's eyes.

Zuriel likes to call herself mysterious. True, she keeps her secrets and those of others just that, secrets, but there is still much known about her. Perhaps not the small details, but her backstory and home, motivations and some small fears are out there to the general public. It's not that most Kalons would care, really, as not many know of this Kalon, despite her angelic appearance. She considers herself more famous than she really is and she just doesn't care to realize that.

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Word Extra (prepare for pointless personality showing words):
Her blue eyes scanned the streets as she walked. She didn't know what she was looking for, really, but she assumed it was just anything out of place. Of course, how was she to know what was right here and what was not? It was only her first visit, and she hadn't gone very far into the town, not yet. As always she kept her eyes narrowed and her chin up, not willing to let herself scurry along like a mouse as the residents of this place did. It seemed they had such bland, boring lives, the same thing day after day without a change of scenery.
Zuriel caught a child staring at her getup, particularly the feathers. She gave a small smile before turning away; she had found and cleaned those feathers herself, as well as fastened them to her scarf. As the streets got thinner she paid more mind to the feeling of the stones underpaw, and found herself rather enjoying the cool surfaces that lay seemingly scattered, placed just gently into the ground. A small breeze tickled her ear and she jerked her head to the side so it blew on a feather instead, hopefully one of the tall ones so it wouldn't bother her.
This small event turned her mind to her ears, and the lack of clear sound that they could pick up. She scowled a little. However much she had tried to not let it define her, it remained an issue. Not just the lack of clear hearing but the inability to balance well made it a roadblock, a struggle for her. She felt she couldn't even voice it as the words wouldn't come out clear, a result of growing up with such a disability. She could hear well enough, true, and had gotten used to it, but that didn't mean she enjoyed it.

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ah squee thank goodness I've the next two days off

[lex]

Oo that's tempting to try out for...pretty kal

[skylark]

Two days left <3

[The Worst Username]

I'm pretty sure this ends today. Congratulations to whomever wins.

Good luck everyone, and have a nice day!

[skylark]

Correct! This ends tonight at 11:59PM EST. If anyone would like an extension, feel free to PM me!

[Anza]

good luck everyone C: