[Cheeb]

omg res ,,,

[ilya]

mark

[onionraptor]

Username; Mimi-Chan~
Gender; Female

Anemone is the heir to the throne in Atlantis.
Her father, King Titus, is ready to step down, leaving Anemone to take the throne
rightfully. She is also the reincarnation of a legendary warrior that lived in Atlantis many centuries ago.
Her name was Kita, and played an extremely important role to the Folktale young Kalons listen to this day.
Kita was the daughter of a king as well, but despised being princess.
One day, a terrible war broke out, and Atlantis was on the verge of death.
It was Kita who formed a peace greeting with the people who declared war with Atlantis.
Of course, Kita's father died from an illness, and she chose to take the throne.
She was no ordinary queen, she was a legend. Of course Anemone is the complete opposite of her.
Anemone is shy, afraid of almost everything, and loves being princess.
Despite of her stubbornness, she is quite friendly and very well known to sing like a siren.
Anemone thinks she is not fit for the throne herself, so her father is attempting to arrange
a marriage with some other Kalon to become king. Of course Anemone did not approve of
the males that her father presented to her. Anemone vowed to become stronger, like her
ancestor, Kita.

[akame,]

res,,, oml

Akame-chan [so i can find it lol]

[Softea]

Username; Softea
Name; Ares Adonis [Air-ees Add-o-nis]
Gender; Male
Who are they?: Wip art pieces and stories
"I know I look like a girl, it's not like I chose to look all frilly pink like this. Who are you to judge though? I personally think it doesn't matter how you look, it's just how you act...Unless you're part big or something, then sorry!! I hate bugs."

Ares Adonis

[fabian]

Username;
Name;
Gender;
Who are they?:
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[DragonGlitch]

SF,KSDASJKFAS


RES:
Soul hunter
"Nightmare in a Dream's clothing"

[fruitvale]

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𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐔𝐓𝐒 ,
i. ☂ . ii. lesath vansaun iii. feminine, homosexual
iv. puerto rican / dominican v. 6'6 vi. 120 lb
𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘
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"you might find her in las vegas one day, the next you might find her in brazil.
Just like sand, she will slip through your grasp, she has her connections. you
will never know who she is. She is elusive. She is today. She is tomorrow. She
is the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. I do
not know what to make of her. In my mind i try to pin her to a corkboard like
a butterfly, but the pin merely goes through and away she flies. "
- samuel bruno, 2016

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𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓮𝔀 : 𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓾𝓷, 𝓶𝓪𝔂 8𝓽𝓱, 2017

Say hello to the world, Lesath.
"Eugghh. This mafia 'rebel's ego is killing me. I think I lost my braincells faster when I used to actually hang out with you."

Pleasant introduction, huh? Now time for what they're here for. This is Lesath Vansaun, one of the most crude criminals in the world, infamous for stealing the original Starry Night paining and #1 on the leaderboard for murder and countless broken laws. I am astonished by what she's done- how did you get away for so long?
"I aint answering for nobody. Especially an old friend."

Listen, I could take you to prison. You know that, right? I'm only posting this so it's beneficial to the government so they know who they're dealing with. You're like a female John Wick.
"I can take that as a compliment, but I'm better than that movie character. Being at the wrong place at the right time, according to me, can change your life. More commonly in bad ways."

Ok. Tell us a brief history of who you are, Lezzie.
"Oh, tell me, what's your life story? Huh, Lezzie-loo? I'm Macey and I don't know who I'm dealing with and I like choking up all my ego and making the woman in front of me go braindead from all these questions. Do you know any common sense here?
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I'm Lesath Elizabeth Vansaun, your friendly neighborhood major criminal who has the government lookin' for ya. It's not normal for average people to be nearly suffocated in their sleep."

Tell me about it. No seriously, tell me the real story. Why did you steal Starry Night, and why do you assassinate so many innocents?
"They weren't innocent. I only ever kill the ones who know too much or the ones who try to kill me. I have a lot of those types of people. See, I'm not a supervillian. I'm just doing my job."

And about Starry Night?
"Well, here we go. I knew you'd ask eventually. I had a wonderful mom, you see. Had. This was when I just got into crimes, like, minor ones. Robbing a convenience store or a gas station was the extreme for me. She taught me a lot, a lot more than my dad. How to punch like a pro, how to lie and get away with it, you know, the basics. She was an artist so she thought differently. Nobody got her, not even her own husband. That's why she admired me. And Starry Night.
I had it planned out completely. I'd steal Starry Night for my mom, but with her terrible criminal record, she was.. Well, she was shut behind bars before I could even say ‘hello’.

So, the emotionless killer is emotional, eh?
Do you love your mom too? Everyone should. Mothers are incredible. She had to deal with my angst and, even though it was weekly that I was caught by the police, she was proud of me. Even with me being a dang pyromaniac and with this… awful schizophrenia. They took the ‘cure’ away from me. They were the ones who made me like this, so, there’s a good excuse for why I’m this terrible.










personality


Lesath is a cold, stone-hearted identity fraud. Do you know who Summer Calloway is? The comedian with braids? That’s her. What about Annaebell Moreau, the online animator and artist? Her. Dorothy Miller, Isabelle Buckowski, Kaya Reynolds. She’s really good at faking their deaths. Although she can be very, very cruel, there is no other kalon like her- intelligent and convincing, she will manipulate you however she wants. Learned from the best- her mother. Tricky and sly, this woman will do anything to get her way; even going as far as taking hostages and appearing dangerous. She won’t kill unless they do harm themselves.





enemies/former allies

Friends? What are those? She simply has enemies. Rivals.

Maecy Mercier
The obnoxious but smart and quick girl that Lesath will never forget. They used to be partners in crime back in highschool, back in her crowded neighborhood. Highways ran above their houses and the city was a walk away. They were almost sisters. Maecy’s mother hated Lesath’s though, so that was quite complicated. Maecy had turned on her, though. They were planning to break into the local hermit’s house to see what was up with it. Mae had bailed on Lesath right when the cops came. The local juvy was so cold, but Lesath handled it. Maecy went on without her, as the Vansaun family was dead to their city and were forced to move out.
Are they friends? Enemies? No. Rivals.

Gänger
The keen guy that she used to count on- surprising, huh? He used to be a.. Well, a sort of apprentice in disguise. She was ‘Morgan Snyder’, a herbologist, while they were friends. He knew who she actually was, and she had taught him how to hide and get away quickly after a crime, to hide the evidence, and he even taught her some bits. But they had grown distant, and she lashed out when Ganger was seen with her rival, Mae. He had ran away.
Ganger was always like a brother to Lesath, something she had never had.

Samuel Bruno
Her and Sam were good friends over in italy while she was disguised as ‘Maria Russo’. He found out she wasn’t this Maria character after a month of their acquaintanceship, or whatever you could consider their friendliness. She admired how he kept his head up high even after all he had been through- all the loss. They were alike in that way. So she had to leave him. Can’t hurt him even more. But what she didn’t know was that it hurt him more; faking her death. He was devastated. So was she.


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"the next time you meet someone new, make sure you do know who they are.
it might just be her."
- maecy mercier, 2017

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[uηsρεcifiεd ¢ryҏtiɗ]

Username; Draheep
Name; Mira
Gender; Female
Who are they?: "A long time ago, in a small village, a kit was born. She was delicate and small, but her mother greatly loved her. Her father on the other hand, despised her. He said she was too weak, and that she had no future. She wasn't a very pretty kit either, and her father said that he wouldn't even be able to marry her off. He wouldn't even allow her to play with other kits, so her only ally was her mother. Her life was ok, that is, until her mother died of pneumonia. Her father locked her in her room and gave her one meal a day then. When she turned thirteen, the poor kit couldn't take it anymore and climbed out her bedroom window. She ran into the forest, blisters forming on her injured paws. She couldn't take it anymore. She eventually found her was to a small spring, with mushrooms circling it. She drank a little water from the spring, then made a bed of leaves and drifted into sleep.
When she awoke, a horse was nuzzling her. No- not a horse, but a unicorn. She leapt up quickly, and stared into the unicorns eyes.
'You need help, young one,' the unicorn gently said. 'I will offer you one wish. my dear, but it will come with a price. Choose your wish carefully.' The young kalon thought for a moment, then said, 'I wish to be beautiful.' 'Is that your final wish?' 'Yes' The unicorn closed her eyes and raised her horn to the sky. 'Then so it shall be.'
The kit's eyes popped open. Glancing around, she saw no unicorn or any sign of one. 'So it was a dream,' she thought to herself. She stood up, and quietly padded to the spring for another drink. What she saw however, was not herself. It was a beautiful kalon, with velvety fur, and shimmering hair. No, it could not be. She looked down at her paws. Ah, so it was.
She quickly sprinted towards the village, in hopes that her father would finally accept her. She knocked on the door quite quickly, her face beaming just from the idea of her father loving her. As her father opened the door, she called out, 'It's me, Mira! I'm home!' Or at least she meant to. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her father looked at her quizzically. 'Is this some sort of prank?' She tried to say no, that it was her, that she was finally beautiful. That he could finally love her. He sternly looked at her, then shut the door.
She traveled for days. Finally, she reached a shelter. A circus tent. She looked around, and seeing the train, climbed into one of the cages for an animal. Which one, she had no idea. Sleep fell upon her in a rush.
Months passed, and she became the horse tamer for the circus.

[Softballpup12]

Need so much oml.