[Placebo]

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Username;; Placebo
Partner;; Mid-life x
Name;; Javeed
Nickname;; Dion
Gender;; Male
Theme Song;;
Something Like This
Likes;;

-solitude
-thrillers
-detective novels
-tai chi
-hairdressing

Dislikes;;

-crowds
-money problems
-lies
-being ignored
-keeping secrets

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xxxxxxxJaveed is a fairly bittersweet guy. He doesn't smile outwardly very much, and his expressions rarely change from a mildly miffed visage. Not much fazes him, and with his sarcastic and prickly exterior, he comes off as just a bit cold yet still stolid and level headed. He prefers to be left alone more often than not, simply enjoying the fact that he can use his hands to do hair as a hairdresser. While he doesn't seem to be particularly pleasant, he's not particularly mean either. In fact, Javeed's loving if not all too sweet about it. His inner compassion allows him to connect with others so long as they're open to it, and in this way he craves love in any shape or form. The ones who look past his exterior thankfully love him just as heartily in return. But, when getting to know him, Javeed tends to stress over his reserved aspects, but ask anyone else he knows and they'll tell you that he's not defined by his taciturn nature. His sharp comments smooth out after exposure, and his wry and to-the-point humor is so candid that it's hard not to feel warm when it's directed towards you. {200/200}

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Javeed's History

Javeed didn’t grow up very well off at the start. It was difficult with his undereducated parents trying to make ends meet, both victims of debt leaving them unable to finish their schooling, but… the tiny family managed. Javeed could really only attribute to his later financial comfort, however minimal, to the fact that he was an only child. Anything to keep the stress off of his gentle parents was a good thing, but… it got lonely sometimes, for Javeed. The only solidarity he got was from his parents. Javeed grew up staunchly independent because of this- with little access to toys other children could gain easily, Javeed turned to books stuck on dusty public shelves and the arts (loose leaf notebook paper smudged with grainy HB pencils, and stolen copy paper and borrowed colored pencils that he never returned) and found solace in working with his hands.

His mother was quick to pick up on his interests, always the closer of the two parents. The sweet woman would pull back his long locks to braid his hair every fortnight, and during those intimate moments where the small, quick-witted Javeed would squirm under her ministrations that tugged at each follicle, he’d tell her about his day spent buried in thrilling tales, or how he’d doodle fantastical scenes that he saw within the books. She’d merely reply with a smile and encouraging nod, unable to speak with multiple fastening pins between her lips, ready to pin back his unruly hair, but one day she decided to offer him something new.

“You do enjoy working with your hands, right Dion?”

“Of course, mama.”

“Would you like me to show you how to braid your hair?”

… It merely steamrolled from there. Javeed’s mother taught him everything he knew- braiding, trimming, dry and wet styling, (she didn’t let him use a flat iron until his teen years- a burned finger was one finger too many) and anything she picked up over the years. But, the child didn’t stop there. He found comfort in styling hair, and picked up the talent in high school and beyond. Javeed grabbed at any opportunity he could, from interning to apprenticeship, until he finally landed a job his mother could be proud of.

Javeed’s only regret was that his father passed before he could see his son own his own salon. Javeed still thanks everyday that he still has his mother by his side, and honors his father’s memory by keeping his remaining bond with his mother strong. Javeed’s only wish is that he gives her many, many grandchildren. He sees the hidden longing in her eyes.

And his life would have very well continued in this way, until one fateful morning in his shop. The morning where a satin-haired kalon walked through the doors, and greeted Javeed with a timid, first-meeting smile.

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Their Faults

Vashti and Javeed can be as different to each other as the sun is to the moon. Usually they can get past this detail well enough — opposites attract, after all — but, the problem in that doctrine lies in the fact that the two aren’t static magnets. As variable as the tides, their relationship doesn't remain calm as a stagnant pond- their well-meaning banter brings passion into their lives, but Javeed can't always watch his tongue around lovable Vashti- he's emotionally hurt her more than once with his biting tongue and pushed his own frustrations on to her, and she's quick to make her own ire known in their spats. Worse still is that he doesn't lash out further when he notices the pain in her eyes- Javeed clams up and closes himself off from Vashti in an attempt to pacify her. In his mind, he's done the unforgivable by hurting her. How can his protective tendencies help the kalon he adores if he's the one who dealt the blow?

Emotional communication isn't their strong suit either- most of the problems in their relationship need to be verbalized because of their opposing natures, and they definitely aren’t mind readers, so they can frequently miss cues from each other. Javeed can’t always see past Vashti’s bubbly surface and into her own insecurities that bubble up to the surface at the most inopportune times (like her overbearing mother hounding her every move and inducing anxiety within her over her relationship with Javeed, or her distaste of her family’s wealth). Or, Vashti doesn’t always know the easiest times to weave her way past Javeed’s hard outer shell, and can be met with a cold shoulder or lowered spirits from the steady male.

Their families don’t make their relationship any easier- Vashti’s strict parents made it clear that she isn’t to fraternize with Javeed, and so she’s had to keep quiet about her relationship with the kalon inside her home, which only leads to more tension in their dynamic. Javeed understands that there’s no swaying her parents, but it doesn’t stop it from hurting — hurting that he’ll never be able to be good enough for their daughter in their eyes.

Javeed’s own mother is more tolerant, but even she is wary — more than once she’s hinted that he should turn away from Vashti for his own sake. Oh, if only. {399 words}

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COPYRIGHT CREDIT (©)- reminder that using any of our writing / art / etc. is considered theft unless given permission by the owner
art © Placebo
coding © Mid-life

[mousekewitz]

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username: lord ren // trying for: this kalon // partner's form: x // name: acacia adams // gender: agender ( she/they )

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Bottom line she is very stubborn and cares a great deal about others. Though she may not show it she is filled with anxieties concerning her friends, their safety, and their future. When something goes awry Acacia tends to blame herself even though logically none of it is her fault. Most times she ends up wishing she could have contributed more or supported them in some other way to avoid a negative outcome. It is difficult for her to express her feelings with others-- the worry that she is being foolish or wrong in how she feels overcomes any need for her to find help. As a result Acacia tends to bottle up her thoughts until the final breaking point comes along, leaving everything in ruin. If someone is fortunate enough to be close to her they still aren't let in on her secrets. It is almost a skill of hers to leave herself shrouded in mystery while figuring out everyone else with ease. This can pose as an annoyance to some, she's no stranger to other's frustrations with her. Despite all of her downfalls she remains a sturdy character that would defend anyone until her dying breath. (198/200)

Relationships can sometimes be rollercoasters; there will be exciting ups and terrifying downs, there will be harsh curves and then times you feel as if you’re flying. The point of a relationship, no matter who it is between, is to learn from each other in order to grow into better people. Families, friends, and lovers take what they’re handed and make the best of it. However, this does not always come without issues. Often times there are hurt feelings or monetary issues that make it difficult to soothe the faults between two kalons.

For Tessa and Acacia, things were not always terrible. In their youth they enjoyed the fruits of friendship. They played out on the playground during recess, they held slumber parties nearly every weekend, they swapped clothes, and they even shared their food with one another. It wasn’t until later in their teenage years that issues began to sprout up.

The seeds of these problems were sewn in Tessa’s youth. Her father passed away from unfortunate circumstances, leading her single mother into different areas of work where she could not always be present in her daughter’s life. Many times her mother would fail to come to school plays or conferences and ultimately Tessa learned not to expect her to be an active force in her life.

From this came a need for a sense of family. While Tessa tried her best to fit in with the popular crowd, trying new fads or consuming dangerous substances for attention or money, Acacia repeatedly tried to lead her from that terrible path. As Tessa became more involved with her new friends and began illegally selling alcohol to fellow students, Acacia grew disgusted and more distant from her former best friend.

As arguments increased, Acacia found it was too hard to invest her emotions into Tessa when she wouldn’t take her advice and only put herself into similarly dangerous situations. They could argue and throw things all they liked but neither of them would relent because of their stubbornness. Acacia felt as if there was nothing positive happening between them and that the bond between them had wilted. Tessa’s secretive nature and newfound trust issues forced Acacia away from her for many years.

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Sunlight filters down on the sandbox, shining off the bright plastic toys and the two kits playing in the pit. They sit with their backs pressed together and molds between their legs as they make everything from butterflies to crabs to miniature horses. Acacia looks up through her sunglasses to the rest of the playground that, upon her inspection, is just as empty as when they arrived. She returns to her masterpiece while Tessa grows restless.

“Cacia, did you bring snacks?” While they were moving on up in life at a lovely ten years of age each, a grand total of twenty that makes them feel both old and mature at the same time, their parents demand they pack ample amounts of snacks and drinks should either of them hunger or become dehydrated. Acacia turns her head to look at the other before nodding.

“They’re in my backpack. I think there’s some fruit and maybe sandwiches too.”

She rustles around in the bag until she finds something she likes. Tessa busies herself with eating the gummy candies while Acacia bores herself of her current play.

“Should we go on the swings or play hide-and-seek next?” The molds are abandoned in the warming sand while the kit stands and dusts off her shorts. “I’m tired of the sand-- it’s getting too hot.”

“We can cool off on the swings and then play hide-and-seek when we go to my house.” The blonde kalon crams a handful of gummies into her mouth before crumpling up the wrapper and placing it into Acacia’s bag. They dash to the swingset before squirming on, legs kicking out to start. The two laugh, chatting about anything and everything as the sun begins to dip below the trees. Once they tire themselves they begin their trek back home, excited for the slumber party that is sure to follow.

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The cup shatters against the wall, a dark brown stain splattering against the once-clean walls and beginning to drip. Acacia stands a few feet away from the mess with narrowed eyes and her lips curled back in a near snarl.

“There is no need for you to act like this when I’m only trying to protect you. You could be hurt out there! You’ve been jumped before! I tell you every single time you come back with some sob story that all you have to do is leave them but no, you have to be stubborn!” Acacia flings her hands up in the air in an agitated motion.

“You don’t understand me, you never try to understand my point of view,” Tessa fumes, stomping her foot. “You always blame me for this! Oh Tessa this, oh Tessa that. I can never do anything to please you. I haven’t been going on as many deliveries and you still whine about where I am. I’m almost an adult now. It isn’t any of your business! What are you my mom?”

“I may as well be! Don’t you pull that crap, I know you had to raise yourself. There are easier and safer ways to get money. If your little friends only like you when you bring booze, they aren’t good friends. I won’t just let you ruin yourself like this. What if you get hurt or killed or arrested? What’ll you do then?” Acacia’s words hang in the air. There’s a heavy sourness to them that seeps into their skin. Neither of them speak for a few moments, then Tessa raises a clenched fist to jab a finger towards her best friend.

“You,” she grits out, hair falling in her face, “don’t know anything. You don’t know anything about me or my friends. You’re just a pretentious know-it-all that doesn’t want me to have a nice time without you.”

Again silence falls between them. The arm is lowered and Tessa starts towards the other with a hysterical smile curving on her face.

“Where are all of your friends, Acacia? You never go out, you never have dates, you never talk to anyone. You’re more alone than you want to admit. At the end of the day I’m loved and cared for but you’re just another face on the streets!”

Rage overcomes her. Her voice pitches and without thinking she moves to the table separating them. She claws at the underside before flipping it over with a yell. The drinks, coasters, and small potted plants tumble to the hardwood before the glass-topped table smashes over it. The surface breaks in a mighty shatter that pierces their ears and echoes in the empty apartment. Tessa pants before fixing herself.

“Don’t bother talking to me again. Don’t bother.” She picks up her satchel from Acacia’s chair before pulling it over her shoulders. There’s an unmistakable clinking inside from the bottles for her next drop-off. Acacia watches her scoop up her sweater and pull the house key off her lanyard ring.

“This is my only copy. Have a great rest of your week.” Her words are coated in passive-aggressive poison, the likes of which pain even Acacia amidst her sturdy nature. Tessa gives the elder a steady look before exiting the apartment with a slamming of the door. The wake is of faint nostalgia and heartache. Acacia’s face twitches, twisting up momentarily, and her breath hitches sharply. All at once tears begin to dribble down her cheeks. Not only has Tessa left a mess of their apartment but she’s thoroughly made a mess of Acacia’s heart.

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[Karmel]

Looking for a partner for the other Kalon. ^^
PM me if interested ~

[necropoliis]

Just gonna watch !

[recherché.]

Searching for a partner!
I'm interested in the other Kal!
I can do basic coding and writing c:

[OswinTheFox]

Marking!!!! I really hope this isn't a partner comp

[ℋoney]

mARK

[octotron]

please pm me, needing a partner, and someone who can help explain this a bit, haha! <3
i could do it on my own since i only have one kalon, but i'd prefer a partner ( i want this one! )

[PleaserOfCrowds]

Quick res!

[eltonn]

username & which kal you're trying for :: seedcakes, Donkeytail
link to partner's form :: W o o f

name :: Kalikk Magnum
gender :: Male
personality :: (200 word limit) coldhearted cruel son of his tribes leader, total jerk showoff rood person who triggers people for fun, is MADE OF SARCASTIC COMMENTS and also archery skillz
the relationship's faults ::
how they make it work ::

res
question- three peices of art on each form or three peices TOTAL?