[L0TUS]

Username; L0TUS
Kalon name; Silver
Kalon Gender; Male
What they do to help wildlife; Silver travels around the world in order to teach people about wildlife conservation. He visits schools and other public places and makes presentations. During these shows, he will display unique animals and explain why they must be protected. These shows are not only educational, but they are entertaining as well. Many people enjoy learning about the animals and seeing them up close. The shows sometimes have interactive activities, which include touching and feeding the animals, playing nature-themed games, and planting trees. Silver also teaches about how to prevent pollution and how it is harmful. Silver donates the funds from the shows to wildlife centers, sanctuaries, shelters, and other charities.
During his free time, Silver does his best to pick up trash and recycle. He tries to encourage others to do the same because he knows how dangerous litter can be to wild animals. He also makes additions to his home that help wild animals have access to their habitats. For example, he puts out bird feeders and bird baths for the birds that live by him.
Extras; 3 art pieces/2 art pieces+200 words—wip

Dropping out, sorry! I simply don't have enough time to complete this. Good luck to whoever wins though!

[Kirimuu]

Username;; ☼ Red Beanie ☼
Kalon name;; Alaska
Kalon Gender;; Female
What do they do to help wildlife?;; Alaska studies about how to stop the ice in the north and south pole from melting, Trying her best to save the wildlife on the ice.
Extras;; Alaska lives in the arctic, studies about all the animals that lives near and in the south and north pole. She is also a veterinarian treating the injured. Alaska has always been fascinated with the wildlife when she was little, and has now achieved her dream helping the animal community. Alaska likes to get her tasks done as soon and possible, and tries to squeeze in some time to just watch the wild animals.

Alaska feels worried and can't sleep when something's not right and could spend hours, or even days to correct it. She is a very determined Kalon and Cares very much of others, friends or enemies.

Alaska is always busy from doing her work, so her hair an fur is always messy. Alaska wants to become a arctic wildlife professor and studies 24/7.

[peppermintleo]

Username;; benji.bark
Kalon name;;
Kalon Gender;; Male
What do they do to help wildlife?;; As long as you want/ any media you choose
Extras;; 600 word maximum OR 3 art pieces, OR 2 art pieces+200 words, OR 1 art piece+400 words

[22tabby]

Username;;
Kalon name;;
Kalon Gender;;
What do they do to help wildlife?;; As long as you want/ any media you choose
Extras;; 600 word maximum OR 3 art pieces, OR 2 art pieces+200 words, OR 1 art piece+400 words

[Fukase]

Username;; Fukase
Kalon name;; Toshiro
Kalon Gender;; Male
What do they do to help wildlife?;; He wants to help wildlife because he feels its his duty. He always has the strong urge to protect because he was once protected and so he does what he can for those who need help or protection. He can always be seen walking along beeches with a bag picking up trash, or walking down the side of the road all alone doing likewise. He works with multiple veterinary agencies and wildlife preserves to find and help injured animals and to relocate them to a better place. He also works with marine agencies to help plant coral on the ocean floor to start the growth of new reefs that have been dying out so there are no habitats for fish.
Planting Coral!
Extras;;
I named him Toshiro because he reminded me of this character from the anime Bleach:

[Unhealthy Obsessions]

Gift art for the winner!

[shibeboi]

Username;;
shibeboi
Kalon name;;
Devon Marshall
Kalon Gender;;
Male
What do they do to help wildlife?;;

As Devon packed his bags for the Arctic Tundra, he took one last look at the room behind him. Filled to brim with awards and certificates for his acts of protecting wildlife.

Devon had a college major in biology. After college, he decided he wanted to help the dying environment, more specifically the wildlife. He started studying them. Now, this may not seem like it helped the environment, but it was. By studying the animals in their natural habitat, he found out their migration habits, diets, food sources and their natural predators. This information is very useful for helping them. If we know about this stuff, we can make an effort to try to protect them. For example, if we know where the polar bears migrate, we can avoid building there so they don't lose their homes.

Right now, Devon is busy studying the most endangered species, such as tigers, polar bears and bees. Once he has helped those, he'll move on to less endangered species, like geese and grizzlies.
Extras;; 600 word maximum OR 3 art pieces, OR 2 art pieces+200 words, OR 1 art piece+400 words

[SevereHercules]

Username;; SevereHercules
Kalon name;; Bandit
Kalon Gender;; Male
What do they do to help wildlife?;; As long as you want/ any media you choose
Extras;; 600 word maximum OR 3 art pieces, OR 2 art pieces+200 words, OR 1 art piece+400 words


WIP

[Discter]

Username;; Discter
Kalon name;; Nemo
Kalon Gender;; Male
What do they do to help wildlife?;;

- Morning -



Nemo was upset at the recent development on the news. First of all, the wild backyards of his home were being bought up, and second, all of the wildlife there was going to be kicked out for a mall. Really, a mall? Of all the things you could destroy wildlife area for, a mall? Why not a medical research center, a park, an orphanage maybe? Looks like the buyers had other plans. He always remembered seeing the deer racing through the swamp lands, alligators peaking their heads up, ducks and geese flying overhead. Sure, the mosquitoes were bad, and it got hot and muggy in summer; but he still loved seeing the starry night at sky and hearing the bird calls. Everything that area had to offer just pulled at his heart and filled it with a strange feeling. You would have to be a liar if you said the area was nasty and terrible, or one of those old high class, "ladies", you see in the movies. Sure some of parts of it sucked and the mud was terrible, but to really destroy the area? Nemo was sad about this, but what could he do? He was barely making enough money to buy any land, and he doubted a letter from some nobody redneck would change a big CEO's heart about this. Just another day he guessed.

- Midday -

As he stared at the lottery ticket machine with a 20 in his head, he pondered what in the world motivated him to get one. Every time he had gotten one he never got anything back. He may as well just had thrown his money in a fire with how it worked out. But, as he was sighing, he had already bought one. This one had a big reward if you won, and I mean a BIG one too, more than usual. As he walked outside with his groceries, he spotted some ducks flying overhead, and thought back to the news he heard at breakfast. If he won the money, could he out-buy the CEO's? Would he even do that? He really needed the money for food, not buying and preserving wildlife. Why was he even thinking about this? What would he even do with the area? He sat in his car contemplating, staring at the ticket resting in his lap. He had already bought the ticket, and hopes of winning were a fools dream. But, if he was already a fool for buying it, may as well keep dreaming. Maybe he could open up a park? That would sure be nice, he thought while he driving home.

- Afternoon -



What. What. How. I must be dreaming, he thought. Staring at the TV, he looked down at the ticket in his shaking hand. 23, 38, 31, 25, 33, 11. Just what the lady was saying on the show. He had won. He had won. He had won the lottery for 100 million. What. How. He had just come from a struggling bachelor living in a tailor park to a millionaire. He had to be dreaming, there was no way his life was this wonderful. There was no way he had won. But he had, a part of his brain whispered to him while his heart beat like a rabbit's. He had won, and his life was turning around. He was no longer broke and borrowing money. He was the one on top now. And only because he had gone through with being a fool and buying a lottery ticket. Lady luck must sure be on my side, he thought, going into the store to collect the money.

- Three months later... -

Building a park is harder than I thought... Nemo was watching the men he had hired build walk boards and hull machines over, helping to build his park. He had successfully bought the land, and was now on the process of building trails, setting down benches, putting up informative signs. He was doing even more, and had poured almost all of his lottery money into this. He had done so much research, he had even put up duck food vending machines, since he had learned bread was bad for them and didn't want the ducks to get sick due to an ignorant public. And the signs! He had put up signs about species, land history, how the wildlife acted in this season around this area and that area, boy, he had so much to do! He was almost done, but still had many projects to complete. He wanted to hire staff to watch the area, clean it up, and offer classes to the public about wildlife and how to take care of yourself in the wilderness as well as the land and animals. He was going to do his best in this project. He wasn't going anywhere before winning the lottery, barely holding down a job and steady income. His schooling wasn't even complete either, and there was no way he could keep paying for it. He wanted to do something with his life, and if that meant building a park, then so be it.

- 2 years later... -



Nemo smiled at the kids around him, happy and content. He was giving them a lesson about one of the bird species around here, and how it affected the ecosystem around it and some of it's habits as well. He had done it. He had completed the park, and was fulfilling his dream. As he smiled at the littlest one, an energetic girl named Lucy, he knew he had made it. He was living his fool's dream he had thought of all those years ago.

Extras;; Art in thing. Link 1 Link 2 Link 3

[apprentice_]

Username;; rainichi
Kalon name;; ali ( haha. alligator. )
Kalon Gender;; male
Art;; hello i tried
What do they do to help wildlife?;;


. . . . . . .

he pocketed the money.

the air rang of smug undertones, the almost condescending phrase wrapped in a humble smile: “it’s all in a day’s work”— though it took nearly a week in truth. after all, the process carved away at the sands of time, chipping it away with only two steps. the first step was sometimes the hardest; finding the creature could be much like finding a single golden strand of hay in a pile of more hay. what else would a cryptid be if easily found?

although, other times, the creature’s head was nigh in the clouds, and it was astounding that it hadn’t already been publicized across the lands.

the second step was capturing the animal. killing it, rather. and this would prove to be the more challenging step most times. when attacking a monster, it’s important to remember that it’s a mystery. might it breathe fire? spit acid? could it grow ten times larger and simply stomp the ground, ending the battle? naturally, when the albino kalon takes his win each and every fight, he’s praised for it a million times over— no one else could have done that, certainly. ( ali doesn’t mention that his cousin could do just as much as he. )

but there’s a second thing he doesn’t mention, a larger secret he keeps buried deeper than the time he chugged a gallon of milk on a dare and threw up in the process: he doesn’t kill the animals. his clients are landowners and kings, people who wish the safety of themselves, others, and don’t want any destruction of property. for this reason, they often ask for trespassing creatures to be dealt with in a way that assures they’ll never come back.

doing this, of course, would entirely go against ali’s morals.

as he walked away after receiving payment for his umpteenth job, he basked in the knowledge that his client was safe and happy, despite him, against orders, also having kept the animal just as safe. just as breathing. just as alive. he’d get away with it too of course, as he had dozens of times before.

see, in actuality, ali’s a conservationist. rather than hunting the animals, he’d simply relocate them. and knowing the globe well, he often knew exactly where to take the cryptids where they’d be happiest and left undisturbed. the unclaimed plains, where the sun’s heat warms the skin, and no kalon is around because the land has nothing for them; the highest mountains, home to many winged creatures that no one dares mess with; the forbidden wetlands that scared kals away ( for no other reason than the rumors ), but the setting was perfect for many semi-aquatic cryptids.

one day, ali hoped to further protect these animals. not only give them safer homes, but he wished to buy his own lands, create sanctuaries where it was guaranteed they’d never be harmed. however, this being more money than a middle class man such as himself could afford in a lifetime, he’s taken to a strange tactic in order to reach his goal.

there are people who would rather save the creatures than kill them. but this is the minority in nearly every case; kalons who are afraid don’t want to save the cryptids, they want to save themselves.

he doesn’t like it— he thinks these people are an utter wreck, letting their fear run their decisions. ( in all honesty, the creatures spook him too, but he isn’t judging them only for a scary appearance. he would know what it’s like to look a bit odd. ) realistically though, he can’t blame his clients. fear runs in their blood, it’s a natural instinct. that doesn’t make them better people, but... he’ll excuse it, usually.

regardless, he still feels some petty pride when he takes their money, knowing he didn’t do as told.

these kalons, the ones who fear, they’ll hire a hunter for absurds amount of cash. all ali has to do respond to the offer first, and so he’s making riches and simultaneously saving the wildlife from untimely deaths caused by actual hunters. it’s a shady tactic in a sense, because he lies and holds his tongue when he’s asked exactly how he did it. how he “killed” the “man-eating beast.”

in the end, at least he’s shady for a good cause.

and he thinks this as he steps away from his last client in the dead of the night, the crisp air waking his mind from its exhaustion. he walks by a post, and on it is stapled a paper. printed is a blurry photo that’s either the vague silhouette of a large creature, or otherwise an unfortunate shadow.

he rips the paper from the post, and changes the direction in which he walks, according to the ad’s label. the day’s work would never be done, and he’d known this since the beginning, but lord...

“won’t the stars ever give me a break?”


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