[CaptiveLegacy]

ahh i'm so honored to be a guest artist for kalon's!
i'm really happy on how this first GA design turned out ;3;;
I hope you like them!

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common: long hair edit
common: custom tail
standard: custom shine
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for this competition its a small(ish) impress me! you are allowed max of 1000 words in your form and up to 2 pieces of art!
feel free to pretty up your forms!

Ends February 18th - 1PM EST
EXTENDED noon on February 21st

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[WanSham]

mARK

[♡♡♡♡]

MARK

[lyxa]

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↳ ↳ ＬＥＴ ＭＥ ＷＡＴＣＨ ＯＶＥＲ ＹＯＵ .


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ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ▹ lyxa
ɴᴀᴍᴇ ▹ Araedia Vitrum (Arae)
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ▹ Female
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Opening the blinds, streams of silvery sunlight poured into the shop. Araedia's icy gaze followed the people walking to and fro on the street. The crowds were larger than usual in the white city, and the thought that even more were coming caused her chest to bubble with __ hope. This was her chance to make more, to pull herself back to a life where she only worried about paying the bills for her shop and about having enough to buy dinner. Flipping the sign in the store's window to 'Open!' she grabbed the brass doorknob and swung the door aside, letting a warm breeze blow into the small glass store.

Turning back into the store she looked over her small home. Rows of neat glass orbs and glass vases lined the glimmering shelves. Not a grain of dust lingered anywhere, all her pieces glowed with a cleanliness that the store hadn't seen in months. It was all perfect - it had to be. Walking back through the shelves of glasswork and metal trinkets, she made her way to the back of the shop. Araedia pulled the curtain closed across the exposed hallway, hiding the staircase and back room from the public's view.

With a happy sigh the young kalon turned around and found her place behind the counter, her eyes staring out the window, waiting for a person, any person to take interest and peek in. She'd welcome them with a smile and a small wave, and they'd almost immediately lose themselves among the glass that seemed to be crafted with magic. Her hands found the old box where she kept the money and pulled it out, setting it on the counter, she'd have bought a new one if she could afford it. Bending over so that she was just under the counter, she rummaged through cupboards and boxes looking for everything she needed to start the day.

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Araedia grew up in a tiny town, and like many people of that town, she belonged to an artisan household. Her family wasn't very wealthy but they got by, though there were more than a handful of nights where she went to sleep with a growling stomach. Her father was a metal worker and a glass blower, pretty much a crafter of all sorts and from and young age, Araedia loves to watch him work. All this time their mother was either out in the village selling the things their father made or at home working. To say their family was particularly close wasn't very accurate. Over all things went smoothly and they were happy for the most part. Araedia spent her days in the workshop learning things from her father, and even making her own necklaces (she never got a chance to blow glass, though she loved to watch him).
Things quickly changed in her teen years. Besides going through all the inner drama and feistiness that teens go through, when she was around twelve her father fell incredibly ill, and that was when the family began to fall apart. Araedia's mother was forced to care for her father and so Araedia was left to run the shop and to earn money for the household. From working with her father Araedia was quick to pick up on the various metalworking techniques, and of course she did get some help from other artisans. However, glass blowing was another thing, while she always watched her father, she had never tried it, and thus struggled to try and pick up his master techniques. Araedia felt as though she, an almost teenaged girl, was in charge and pressured to hold the family together. When she turned thirteen her father passed away leaving her mother in an empty state, where all she could do was housework, and even that was limited. Arae's mother became very sick and soon passed away. With her home and family in ruins and her shop barely scarping by she packed up what was left and headed out to the city with dreams of opening a new glass and metal shop. The start was harder than what she would have liked and had its ups and downs (downs being the prominent thing in her memeor), but soon she was working, paying taxes without debt and could actually eat more than one meal a day. She couldn't have been any prouder of herself. It seemed like things were beginning falling into place.

Helpful, kind, selfless, skeptic, charismatic, not very trusting or open to new people, protective, worry wart, acts like an elder sister to her friends and be a bit bossy, can act like a know-it-all, puts others safety before herself, doesn't like to bother others, can come off as overconfident
-- v shy & awkward around other people
-- tends to play with their hair when nervous
-- blushes very easily
-- extremely quiet & barely speaks, but speaks with a stutter when they do
-- a kind and sweet soul
-- loves animals a lot, especially cats. & hates when people hurt animals
-- not very cheery & never seen smiling
-- loves the cold & winter
-- can't speak about their feelings with anyone & has trouble expressing how they feel

[meveh]

Lovveeee this!

[naumachy]

Mark

[.:Lady Trashbag:.]

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.:Lady Trashbag:.

《 Ɲαмє 》
Benjamin Horatio Alina
'Alina' means 'night' in Malagasy

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Male

《 Ɯяιтιηg 》
WIP

《 Aят 》
WIP

《 ƤƖαуƖιѕт 》
mwahahahaha WIP

Couldn't finish in time :<
Good luck to all other entires

[rvbytea]

MARK

Congrats! I love your designs

[Placebo]

Mark

[Guest]

res !