[beautea]

aaa unfortunately don't have time! good luck everyone!

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name;
gender;
eye design;
extra story/writing: [optional]

[kirkwood gaps]

Dropped :1

[nyota]

ye

[sicknasty]

username;
sicknasty
name;
lyra
gender;
female
eye design;

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res with big 'ole fire-coloured eyes! nothing special, just startling when you catch a glimpse of them.

[Birdy]

- wip -

username; The Pirate
name;
gender;
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[fab!.]

username; fab.
name; Lunaris
gender; Male
eye design; wip (silvery? Perhaps heterochromia)
extra story/writing: Its said that years pass quickly, myths turn into legends, days into months... but one legend has
failed to fall, and thats the one about the lunar prince.(wip)

- res w/ covering his eyes, he doesnt want to be associated
with the legend, as he believes it isnt true
- however, if he believes it isnt true, why does he insist on
keeping his eyes covered?
- he purposefully keeps his eyes covered to keep an air of mystery to him
- he enjoys the feeling of people trying to figure out WHO he is, but always failing to lay a finger on it

[Goddess Sword]

username;
Bill Ciforce

name;
Mitexi

gender;
Female

"Ah- I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."
They were words she repeated often, typically much to the disdain of those disturbed when she wandered a bit too close to and bumped up against.
"Pull your hair back so you can see, jeez."
They were words she heard often in reply.
"I... do not mean to be rude, but I would rather not."
They were words she answered with all too often.
"Then get out of here before you smack into a wall or run into someone else or have a pot of coffee dropped on your head or something, for gods sake."
They were incidents far from unknown to her.
"Yes... I understand. Sorry for troubling you."

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"So... Why do you hide your eyes, anyway?" the jeweler inquired, holding up a gemstone to her customer's ear before shaking her head and setting it back down.
"They have... never functioned properly," Mitexi answered. "I... see no reason to utilize that which is broken and merely make things worse."
"Oh... You mean you're blind?" She tilted her head and scrunched up her face. "So then you can't even see my work..."
"I am... blind, I suppose... But not... Not in the manner you thing of, I'm fairly certain," the long-haired Kalon replied. "And... for the record... I do see your work, sometimes... You have a way with metal and stone which makes them come together beautifully."
"Oh? Well, thank you," The orange-furred Kalon said, plucking a different stone from the counter as a comparison and nodding in approval. "So... If you're not blind in the traditional sense, then how are you blind? If you don't mind me asking."
"You... wish to know?"
"Of course! If you'd be willing to tell, at least. Maybe, if I knew more about it, I could help! I mean..." She paused. "Well, I couldn't fix your vision, of course, but I might be able to adapt my store to better suit your needs."
"You would do that?" she asked.
"Of course. You're my best customer, after all!" She laughed, though she was only half-joking. Her store hadn't seen much business as of late - At this point, if it would help keep her most regular customer interested in her work, she would go so far as to consider fighting a dragon for its precious hoard.
"That is... very kind of you, Galena. But... I believe the conditions that would help me are not reasonable for you."
"Try me," she replied, turning to poke around beneath the counter in search of a proper setting.
"I... Very well," Mitexi said. "My right eye is nyctalopic... that is to say, I have night-blindness in that eye. As soon as the sun sets, I cannot see a thing out of that eye except darkness and the occasional flicker of flame or spark of light from a lamp."
"Oh, really? I think my father developed that when he got older," Galena said. "You should try adding sweet potatoes to your diet. It wasn't perfect, but it helped him a bit."
"Ah... Yes, I've tried that. I've been nyctalopic in that eye ever since I was an infant, though... Oguchi, I believe they referred to it as."
"I see... And your left eye?"
"Hemeralopic - Day blindness, in other words. Hypersensitivity to light, also since I was a kit. The doctors were quite surprised to find I had not only one form of light-processing problem, but two... and that they were opposites and each affected only one eye. There was no such history of these vision impairments on my family, as we understood it..." She shook her head. "Regardless. I can barely see a thing during the day and in well-lit places out of my left eye."
"Huh... So you can't see during the day in one eye and during the night in the other? No wonder you cover your eyes. Trying to focus with vision like that would drive me insane," Galena said, pulling up a clasp and comparing it to the gen she'd picked out. "So, you can only see out of one eye at a time, then?"
"Well... Mostly, yes. My vision improves a bit in low lighting, like at dawn or dusk, but..."
"Oh? Here, then, here, let me just..." she set the jewelry down and hopped over the counter, whereupon she flipped a switch on the wall and the lighting in the store dimmed. "There! I just shut off the overhead lighting. The ambient lights are still on, but they're not super bright, so..."
"So you would... like me to pull my hair back and see if I can see decently in this lighting?"
"Exactly!"
"But... what of your work? Surely you can't work in darkness-"
"I can get a smaller lamp! Besides, it usually takes a day or two to finish your orders, you know? You can help decide on the design in the low lighting like this, and then I can work on it in my normal light while you're out!"
"...That makes sense, I suppose..." Mitexi admitted. "Very well... Would you be willing to assist me with my hair? There's quite a lot of it..."
"Sure thing!"
When they pulled back her hair and she looked out into the store, Galena saw her eyes in the reflection of a mirror. Mismatched, just as her vision was - One pupil reflected the shadows of a night sky, and the other was bright like sunlight on a full moon. Though they weren't the most effective when it came to their jobs... Aesthetically, they suited her, she thought.
"...I can see fairly well like this," Mitexi mused. "You are... certain that you would be comfortable working under these conditions?"
"Of course, of course! Here, here, hold your hair, let me bring this mirror out into the open..." She scrambled over to the silver glass and pulled it towards her customer. "Alright, can you see your reflection in the mirror?"
"Mmm... Yes, I seem to be able to."
"Great!" She pulled the stones she'd picked out earlier out and held them up to her ear. "Now, give me your opinion on this piece. White opal, or pearl?"
"...I like the opal, I think."
"Hah! My thoughts exactly. Your vision can't change your fine taste, at least!"

[Rissyy]

𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍 🌙 𝐋𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄 🌙 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄
𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑/𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐑𝐀. ^^

As I stepped out of the old, abandoned factory I let a sigh escape my lips. The cold air clung to me as I made my way down the frosted path. Everything was still and silent, The sound of the gravel beneath me echoed through the deafening silence. Grey was all I could see, It was both bright and dark at the same time. With no company to give me the littlest bit of light, my world was all dull and just GREY. I weaved my way through the alleyways and streets until I wound up into the town. People bustled around, Some even stopping to stare at me.



"Pale eyes are a sin," they say. Looks of disgust and fear are sent my way every time I step through the vast town.Most had your average brown, blue, green eye color while some had the highly unnatural pale eyes. None of the ones with these eyes made it anywhere, All of them were outcasts. Including me. Ever since I could remember, People had always put me down and just told me to cover my 'ghastly eyes'. I don't understand why they see it as a sin but I do know that I'll always be beneath others... Always looking for acceptance and my place in this cruel world.

[olive oil]

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username; olive oil_______________name; Indulf_______________gender; male_______________eye design: above

extra story/writing:
"My eyes, you say?"
He chuckled at the question. On the stool in front of him sat a young kalon, no more than 10, eagerly awaiting his response.
"Don't worry about it, young one. It's getting late, you and your mother should head up to your room."
But... I want to know! The young kalon was persistent and no matter how patient he was, Indulf couldn't get the kid to leave.
"If I tell you a secret, will you promise me you won't tell a soul? Yes, not even your mother. You agree? Good. When I was younger, not as young as you, per say, I ruled over a vast kingdom. I won't say I was loved by everyone, as I did have my enemies, but I believe I was well-liked among the citizens. I can confidently say that things were going well for a while. However, I did some foolish things as a king."
The kalon paused for a moment, sliding the kid a glass of orange juice. His movements could be compared to those of a river; he moved gracefully, almost as if he was dancing.
"I allowed for greed to get the best of me. The church offered me money; I took the money. The kingdom quickly fell into chaos... but did I feel guilty? Of course not. It's funny how when you look back at things, it seems so clear as to what you should've done.
The church rose to power, but I did not want to give up my throne. I started a civil war amongst my crumbling nation. Those who supported me were vastly outnumbered by those who were smart enough to realize that I had failed as a leader. The castle was stormed and I was immediately exiled, as well as my few supporters. This inn is all I have left now."
There was pain in his voice. He swiped away his long, white hair to reveal two different eyes- both red, but one with a white pupil and one with a black sclera. They're different!
"Yes, this particular eye colour has been in my family since my great-great-grandfather established the kingdom that I left in ruins.
My eyes are... unique, to say in the least. They were my most recognizable trait as a king. I couldn't go out in public without being noticed because of them. You see, that's the reason I hide them. I.... I don't want to remember the past. I don't want to remember what I did. My eyes are a symbol of my actions long ago. I hide them to hide the shame that I carry. I can't dwell on my mistakes."
He stopped, trying to compose himself and put on a positive attitude for the sake of the child.
"Now, you won't tell anyone, right?"
The child nodded, hopping away from Indulf's bar to chase the mother's calls. After the kid's departure, he thought through the conversation in his head. He just spilled his life story, a story that if were to be spread, could possibly get him killed, to a child.
Maybe he still was a fool.

[ibolya]

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why is it that I cover mine eyes?
well, it is my profession.
many a times have I been questioned,
but if you must know, let me tell you.
I work in a very tricky business,
controlling the greatest minds of the century,
hypnotizing the most brilliant men to become sluggish fools,
my eyes are the forest in which they get lost,
or the ocean in which they drown,
I am a hypnotist.
I bend my words and play with language,
just as a musician plays his lute,
the eyes which I shield hold great influence, over the greatest people,
I have erased the most famous wars from history,
just from a glance across a room,
I've made people forget the tragedies they have been through,
and seen history unfold to my will.
so if again you ask me,
why do I cover these eyes?
I will answer thy question,
as a humble businessman,
who's just looking to get by.



eyes inspired by the iridescent colours of opal