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I POSTED TWICE IM SO R R Y

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[center]Username ;; EchooftheWhiteWolf

Name ;; Liam

Gender ;; Male

Where do they live, and why? ;; Liam has always been one for the city, and most kalons have no idea why. Maybe it's the giant masses of people, making it so much easier to blend in. He can melt in among the crowd, wandering about with a leather satchel at his hip. Maybe it's the times when it's just the opposite, with quiet taking over and a perfect absence of kalons around him. Either way, there's something that binds him to his home. Something that keeps him in the city.

It could be the people, but at the same time, it could also be the times when he doesn't have to interact with them. Every morning, Liam hops out of his little apartment, satchel full to bursting on his hip, and makes his rounds as a paper boy.

The moon is low in the sky when he sets out, and the world that was so incredibly loud just hours before has gone silent. Very few stars can be seen, bathing the surrounding buildings in darkness. They stretch above him almost infinitely, windows glinting in the pale light of the moon. The young kalon ran endlessly through this place, gently tossing newspapers as he went. He chased the rapidly diminishing light until suddenly, the world got brighter again. Every day, Liam returned home just in time to see the sunrise lighting up his world. Deep blues gave way to vibrant streaks of every colour imaginable.. It was beautiful. All of it was beautiful.

Every day, he would be reminded why he chose to stay here.

This sunrise.. This was what bound his heart to the city, and no matter what he did, he couldn't break free.

Quite honestly, he didn't want to.

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Song ;; I Lived - One Republic

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Gorgeous

[LivingLethal]

LivingLethal : | : Dio : | : Male
The Lightning by Neulore

Below one of the numerous waste factories in Dio's crumbling nation lies an untouched storage room; it has been long forgotten, except for one man who finds comfort and home in it's warmth and coziness. Though it's masked by the dark, infested with pests, and blanketed with mold and mildew, the solitude and peace it offers is a luxury not many find in such trying times.

Returning home is no easy feat. His descent to the basement boasts 15 impressive flights of stairs, many of which consist of rotting wood panels that hardly stand the force of gravity weighing down on them. Still, the walk is pleasing in its predictability: jump on the third flight, creak on the fifth flight, creak on the sixth flight, jump on the eleventh flight, and creak on the fourteenth flight. He's met by a solid, pressurized iron door at the end of the fifth flight, and an outdated keypad. Dio plugs in the original passcode - 1, 2, 3, 4, ENTER.

Dio's welcome home comes in the form of a scalding spray of steam aimed directly at his eyes. Years of living in the basement taught him one thing, at least: grow your hair over your eyes. The pipes often switched on when the passcode was entered, and every visitor was greeted with a lovely puff in the eyes. His room - the only room - was illuminated with the light of a soft emerald. Occasionally, it would flicker bright crimson, which would tell him of a major malfunction in the factory. For now, though, it buzzed with a soothing green.

Under the low light, Dio looked over his minuscule possessions: a thin baby's blanket, folded twice, serving as a mattress; a black, worn backpack filled with several days worth of sustenance; an old, rusted fire extinguisher; and a tiny, glorified pile of old books. Dio smiled at his collection. Despite crushing poverty, he'd managed to fill the space with objects he loved.

Dio walked over to the pile of five aged books and sat down. The concrete floor was cold, though the constant puffing of warm air from the pipes kept the room well insulated. In the stone walls to his back, a small hole was being chewed away by the creatures that visited in his absence. He didn't mind them - they minded his presence and only appeared when he left. The mildew in the air was an unwelcome visitor, though. Dio struggled to breath when it reached full potency.

He looked back at the mini-library he'd amassed over the years. Though he was proud of the home he'd made for himself over the years, these books were his greatest accomplishment and comfort. Dio grabbed the first title on the top - the cover was long gone, but the pages were in impeccable condition for their age. Under the soothing green light inside his tiny little basement, Dio began to read.

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EIGHT MINUTES UNTIL THIS CLOSES WHEEZE

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I think it's my computer but the code doesn't work for this post...
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[cocogerber13]

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Res!

[Unleashed Squiid]

Mark! c:

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[lost in time.]

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res <3

[list=]- lives in a cave w bioluminescent toadstools
- can only handle a little bit of light (photophobia)
- lots of moss !!
- cave is kind of damp, there's a couple small pools
- stalactites and stalagmites
- solitary
- tadeo??? [/list]