[the fool.]

Username:
Kalon Name:
Gender:
Haircut: (ONE art piece!)
Writing: (Max. 250 words.)
mark !

[WolfyChan]

Username: WolfyChan
Kalon Name: Yūrei
Gender: Male
Haircut: Same (ONE art piece!)
Writing: Yūrei in Japanese means ghost (Max. 250 words.)

[recherché.]

Username: Kaori Miyazono.
Kalon Name: Jeevak.
Gender: Male.
Haircut: here!
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Jeevak is actually a pretty chill dude who hangs out in graveyards because he believes that he's
one with the spirits. Rarely will he ever be seen with his hair out of his face because he likes to
keep that mysterious vibe, but people actually get the wrong vibe from him regardless. He
has few friends who actually understand why he hangs out in graveyards, and they're really close
to each other. Disregarding that, Jeevak is an absolute psychopath for fruit snacks and anything
of that sort, whether it be gushers or fruit roll ups. Like he practically clears out every store. He
lives off of them. He may have an attitude at times when people ask for his food, but he
would gladly share anything and everything he has with his friends, no matter what it is, whether
it's money or his broken down car that he owns, because he knows that he can trust them like
family. He's pretty shy with new people but he'll quickly warm up to them if they bring him
offerings. He's a huge dream catcher collector as well since he has about a million of them
hanging up in his room all over his walls. Regarding that, Jeevak actually lives in a one bedroom
apartment alone with his small tornado of a puppy, Turvi.
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[SilentMelody]

username: silentmelody || kalon name: gǔjià (meaning "skeleton" in chinese) || chinese letters: 骨架 || gender: female

gǔjià is dead. she's been a ghost for centuries -- an invisible phantom roaming the earth.

she died tragically long ago at the hands of another ghost. throughout her life, gǔjià had
only thought that such ghosts were only myths. but no -- the xīqìguǐ are real. they are
known as the ghosts that inhale energy and the ghosts hoping for leavings. and one of
them got to her on that fateful night.

gǔjià had just returned from a buddhist temple when she noticed a chill setting over her
body, and she brushed it off as the chills of the upcoming winter. but then she felt
something wrong, and out of the corner of her eye she noticed a whispy shadow. no, it
couldn't be, gǔjià thought to herself.

the xīqìguǐ struck quickly and silently, giving her no time to scream or call out for help. it
slowly sucked the life essence from her, or her qi. gǔjià became a lifeless shell, and then
the ghost consumed her leftover body. in those few moments, she became a ghost as well.

she is known as a xīsìguǐ -- a ghost hoping for offerings. she remains at the buddhist temple
and waits for people to give a sacrificial offering in light of her own death.

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her hair is short, yet thick enough
that some hair is able to be
pulled into a bun. the color is the
lightest of the pallette with some
white blended in and a bone
connected to the bun.

[mackstarr]

Username: mackstarr
Kalon Name: Cullen
Gender: male
click here ;u;

The moon was bright, but as moons do, it provided no warmth to Cullen.
He stood at the edge of a cemetery, looking through the black metal
bars at the motionless gravestones beyond them. He let out a short sigh,
his breath forming a white cloud, and continued on to the front gate.
He slid expertly beneath it, his fur hardly touching the ground. The pale
blue light shining down from the night sky illuminated his dusky pelt and
gave him a ghostly halo. He let his eyes wander over the names and
dates on the gray stones around him. He was not afraid. He was not even
uncomfortable.

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This lonely life was something the dead understood, he thought, and he
almost felt comforted sharing a space with them. He led a quiet
existence and was unsure if he desired a friend or not. For now,
he would sit atop the flat, nameless stones that had been worn away by
time and talk to who he thought may have lived a life like his,
once upon a time.
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[Soll]

Username: Soll
Kalon Name: Rikke
Gender: Female
Haircut: (ONE art piece!)
Writing: (Max. 250 words.)

wip!

res with a short on ones side, long on the other, shaved in the back!

[Slabby]

username:PudimPop
name: Wither
gender:female
art piece: Wip QvQ

Wither is a quiet kalon who tends to slink about there town never really conversing with anyone except for generic hellos, good byes, and excuse me's to those few who catch a glimpse of her. The reason for this is the immense social anxiety which leads them to having a hard time talking, there gloomy and non-welcoming appearance not really helping with there situation. The extent of there social fear is so strong, that she lives on the out skirts of her town in hopes of avoiding other individuals. Withers town is very rural and uses oil light's to brighten the streets, and that's when she steps in. Every evening before the sky turns completely dark wither heads into town to turn on the street lights with a match. Every dusk before anyone is awake except the sun she goes to blow out the lights , the morning wind doesn't. An due to the many of those who have spotted her doing so she has earned a title as "the ghost of the dawn and dusk" within her small town.

[179/200 words]

[OrangeSocks]

Oh, I hope I can enter this >.< Mark

[deerbroken]

Username: neongraveyard
Kalon Name: Umbra
Gender: female
Haircut: here ovo
Writing: A quiet, mysterious Kalon who spends her days hiding in the shadows of the forest she was born in. She keeps her distance and often remains quiet, unless prompted to speak or in the event that she has something useful to contribute. She also occasionally makes snide remarks when she's feeling confident.

[nervousdog]

Mark !