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[Jarra-Jen]

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.Username: Jarra-Jen
Name: Ludo Maury Oz
Gender: Male
Life Goal: All Ludo wants is to make everyone around him happy. He doesn't know what he wants to do when he grows up or anything; what he does know is that he wants to make you smile. In his tiny hometown, there's a lot of wildflowers and he's made a habit of going to pick them. He then gives them to storeowners around the town and anyone else he happens to run across in the hopes that they'll smile at him. That's not the only way he tries to make others happy, but it's something he does every day. Any opportunity he can find, he takes advantage of it, even if he's not certain how to do it (he might've almost burned down the kitchen trying to make some soup for a sick neighbor). [ 133/150 ]
← Art By: plantfood. (isn't it precious? <3)

[zakuro.]

m a r k

-sandusky , mainly referred to as dusk or , by close friends only , sandy

[fruitvale]

res perhaps ? ? either that or def gon make some gift art forbthe winner ❤️

[Discter]

Username: Discter
Name: Mikerov
Gender: Male
What is their life goal?: 1 art + 150 words + 200 words extra, 350 words total

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Mikerov's biggest goal in life is to become a guitarist. His ukulele is pretty great, and he loves beating on his toy drum set, but what really calls him is the guitar. It just seems so, so, so... Cool! He loves to see what people do with it, what songs they create with it, how it sounds. The instrument just fascinates him to no end. But, guitars are expensive, and he only makes so much money selling newspapers every Sunday. But, he's determined to get it, and finally master it. To be on the stage, influencing people, creating good music, to be a star calls him. Leaving behind a legacy of music and sound, to start a new era of music would be the greatest thing he could ever do. He's not good with sports, art, helping people, and he isn't the brightest crayon in the box either. But he has music as his talent, as his place in the world, what he will do when he grows up. And that's the greatest thing he could ever wish for.

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Mikerov is a friendly kit with an accent, laid-back attitude, and a way with music. Although he's not really the best at giving advice or comforting someone, he tries his best. He's determined to do whatever task to the fullest, even if it's something small. A for effort, right? But he can get caught up in his own little world and delusions, so it can be hard for him to read between the lines. He's an okay student, but with how obsessed he is with music, his homework suffers. Uncompleted, not turned in, was eaten by the fish, any excuse will work for him. Playing football and any other sport is nice, he just isn't really good at it. Which means he's not the most active kit, and lazes around creating music instead.

- Friendly
- Laid back and down to earth
- Gives everything his AllTM
- Likes brownies a bit too much
- Doesn't really worry about anything
- Afraid of heights
- Fears fierce neighbor but won't admit it
- Loves exploring abandon places
- Musically gifted

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wip with coding but otherwise done

[stride]

username: stride
kalon name: annabel

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you had been teaching at the college local to
your small hometown since you yourself had
finished school with the intent of making the
generation after yours a little more cultured
and educated.

this year's students were more or less identical
to the last. after all your years of teasing out
the flames of knowledge inside the dullest of
students, nothing really surprised you anymore.
well... besides the girl who thought rhode
island was an actual island, but you digressed.

when the summer season chilled to the predict-
able cold winds of autumn, you returned to your
old desk to watch your new pupils shuffle in and
fill the room with their nervous twitters and the
shuffling of paper.

every year to warm up the students to your style
of teaching and to give them a reprieve from work
-ing too hard, you tossed a cute rubber ball around
the room to students and had them tell the class
their name and why they enrolled into this school
for a higher education.

a student sitting front row caught your eye during
these games, though. long mousy hair was pulled
back to showcase glasses that magnified her sad
eyes to almost humorous extremes, and the book
her face was currently buried in did well to hide her
gaggle of snaggle teeth that prodded her bottom lip
aside.

so when the previous student tossed your ball back,
it was her desk you placed it on.

looking up in confusion, she saw the rubber ball and
went pale. swallowing heavy and throwing a mild look
of panic your way, she stood to face the class.

" my name is annabel dubois.
i am the first of my family to enroll in college.
and i plan to be the first one to graduate. "

she threw an accusing look at the audience.
it seemed she had recognized some of them.

" many of you were my bullies,
or just didn't care enough to be my friends,
but i am here... to prove you wrong. "

and with a harrumph, she sat down.

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150 + 200 words

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art by me, winner can have it c:

[pim]

Username: Pimprite
Name: Cove
Gender: Male
What is their life goal?:(2 art pieces
-- being remembered for what he gave; not what he had.

[HellyBoo]

Marking lowkey

[root]

username: sundead
name: jane
gender: female
what is their life goal?:

jane pulled a crumpled five dollar bill out of the pocket in her blue jeans; just enough. she pushed the coca-cola can across the counter, along with a lottery ticket. it was likely she wasn't old enough to be buying it, but the cashier didn't care enough to even notice that it was a kit paying.

"that'll be five dollars, please." they sighed.

jane handed the cash over and took her items.


it was about an hour's walk from town back to the farm, yet jane had tread it many times. when she arrived, dinner was just being served. nobody asked where she'd been; it wasn't uncommon for her to out on her own. after supper, the kit settled into the worn out couch and switched on the television. the screen was grainy and the audio was interfered with by static, but it would do. she quickly found the channel and pulled the slip of paper out, watching in anticipation.

the kalon on screen, wearing a little pink dress, pointed to six blank spaces. and then it began.

"seven, twenty-four, fourteen-"
the numbers paralleled jane's, but she held her excitement. no use in getting her hopes up quite yet.

"nineteen, three-"
her heart started beating faster. could it be?

"thirty-" jane gasped, about to shout for her mother. "-three."
her face fell. the final number printed on her card was 31.

"oh, come on!"
the empty soda can fell to the ground as she slammed her paws on the table.
"so close..."

the lottery ticket was crumpled and thrown into the trash bin, surrounded by dozens others. all she wanted was enough money to help her struggling family. maybe next time...

[what the hecky]

omg res