[pees]

username || piqeon
name || Viktor Tepes
gender || not defined, goes by he/him however

personality:
night-owl || but a firm believer in afternoon naps
sophisticated and rich || slightly snobbish
likes to take long hot showers
serverly allergic to pollen
introverted || rarely goes outside for pleasure
ironically afraid of he dark || refuses to admit this
dresses in expensive monochrome clothing, purely for aesthetics
has a pet rock

likes:
sweet scents
potpourri (very picky, likes roses)
soap
herbal tea
delicate tea sets
decorative porcelain and China
fossils and antiques (amazing what you can find online these days)
books (especially ones that are thicker than your calf)
rain, the pitter patter sounds echoing off the window
candles

dislikes:
being allergic to pollen
the lingering musty smell in his mansion
(he had to endure it for his entire life)
herbs and spices
small spaces
overly salty/sweet foods
rejection, judgement
onions and garlic
intense sunlight
steak
unable to get the point across
lint (your mortal enemy is all your clothes are designer velvet)

history:
A strangely secluded hill, lived
a child and his parents. Born
into the royal blood, they lived
their lives as kings all but one
were happy.

His parents were overprotective
of their only child, he had all
the toys a child could want but,
they outcasted him from public
and forbade him from interaction
with other children. However,
this made him no less socialable
than the adverage child,
attempting to befriend the
butlers with little to no success,
it didn’t mean he gave up.

Years and well into adulthood later,
the butlers and himself have
developed multiple secret
handshakes and nicknames to call
each other by. He still remains
a secret to the world, even
after his parents farewell.

statistics:
intelligence ★★★★☆
privately tutored by world renowned scholars,
but he can’t really think for himself

bravery ★★★☆☆
one fear

strength ★☆☆☆☆
his only power, is political

anecdotes
blossoming
They were young and a bit too curious, what started as a perfect
spring bloom, wilted, he fell head over heels for a princess she
felt the same, if only she didn’t know that he’d sink his teeth
into her, and had a compelling idea to not let go.

fangs
He’d never met another girl before? How could you blame him
His first and only relationship had went horribly downhill and
he never picked himself up again. He refuses to speak about her
but he can’t ever find a way to apologise. The rose moved on.

facts about his pet rock
• smooth granite chunk
• name is Larry
• that’s it

[Uielka]

mark

[zoosea]

username: Junemusic
name: Leilani
gender: Female
personality: ISFJ-A wip [ max 50 words ]
likes/dislikes: [ max 100 words ]
hobbies/history: [ max 150 words ]
extra writing: [ max 200 words ]

[SilentMelody]

username: silentmelody || name: hēi'àn de àiqíng (meaning "dark love" in chinese) || gender: female

personality: hēi'àn is a very sad and depressed ghost -- cast away from the world and other spiritual beings. although she finds no hope as a ghost, she wishes for something more. she will flirt with anyone or anything possible in hopes that they'll respond or reciprocate feelings in some way. (50 words)

likes/dislikes: she prefers dark places and nighttime over daytime and areas with more light. hēi'àn highly dislikes humans and enjoys scaring them with her dark form. the only earthly beings she likes are cats, and she attempts to pet them whenever they come into her vicinity. they can't really feel her touch, but she tries anyways. the way they purr and the cute appearance of them is satisfying enough for hēi'àn. she dislikes the rain, as it alters her ability to morph into her darkness form. (85 words)

hobbies/history: she's known as yǎnguǐ, or a nightmare ghost. hēi'àn was a fraud -- someone she wasn't, but wanted to be -- in her lifetime, so she was doomed to become a yǎnguǐ from then on. a yǎnguǐ has the power to turn into darkness and transport places, which in a way has just made things easier for hēi'àn. only recently did she end up at a strange temple, somehow drawn to it. only when she arrived did she realize its significance -- another ghost was tied to this ancient building. gǔjià is a xīqìguǐ, a chinese ghost hoping for offerings, who is unable to leave the temple. understanding the sadness emanating from the other ghost, hēi'àn promised to stay and keep gǔjià company. only hēi'àn is in love with her. (130 words)

disclaimer: all of her powers are only in this au, she's not a legendary kalon.

the gif credit goes to m-i-l-k-i-e on deviantart -- free to use icon.

[peachpit]

Res with dream illusionist that makes your greatest wishes/dreams come true for a hefty price.
Use magical charm or necklace to “read” other minds whilest dreaming? Maybe able to “steal” memories
Probs. Wanted and on the run for what she’s done
Use to have a lover but they found out about the charm/necklace and felt like they couldn’t trust her so they left
Maybe tried to use the charm to erase that memory? But got caught.

[Midnightkitkat]

Ah sorry

[Error]

username: Error
name: Lemoine "Mouse" Belmont
gender: male
personality: (49/50)

A delicate falsehood, tender and deceiving, lowly and lonely. A mouse in all respects of one: an annoyance and a trouble, but in a small size. Speaks often, speaks slowly, speaks with reason and a purpose. Sure, clumsy, acts without thinking, acts without reason. Enjoys the mess of life.

likes/dislikes: (100/100)

likes;; The chirping of birds in the early morning, deep and endless fogs, the way one’s breath turns to a cloud in the cold of winter, the smell of stew cooking and candles melting, a freshly cleaned bed, the way the light scatters in the leaves, soft fabrics, pins and needles, disarray, and repairing something that has been broken.

dislikes;; The smell of burning leaves, a clock that doesn’t tick, the hum of a machine, haircuts, rice pudding and plums, music that has no beat, poor instructions and foolish people, splinters and broken wood, and shadows that cast themselves into frightful shapes.


hobbies/history: (148/150)

Lives a life of plentiful solitude. Enjoys the company of passing travelers and aids them with whatever ales them, shows them the way north and south, speaks little of the east and west. Waves goodbye to people, with smiles and cheer, and with a sense that he will never see them again. Lives in an inn, owns an inn, maintains an inn, lets people in and lets people out. Spends most of his time alone, repairing old clothe and knitting, sings songs to pass the time, cooks and cleans and greets those who others would not normally greet. Pretends that he is a pure sort, and would never dabble in piracy or theft – dabbles in those things anyways. A history spent in solitude, a hobby spent in the company of others. Spends time counting jewels and coins, of which the original owners will never seek out for again.

extra writing: (199/200)

Called a mouse for his mouse like behaviors. A creature that lives inside of a house and keeps the company of others, but most do not care for his company. Doesn’t seem to mind this fact and continues living as if he’s the reason why everyone is there. Mouse does not fear those he should fear and keeps the company of thieves and pirates that pass his sea-side inn. He maintains a lighthouse and keeps all ships safe, he does not discriminate. He leads a simple life, one that he, at times, wishes he could leave. To head off to the sea and to see what is out there, but if a mouse boarded a ship then who will watch the inn? Who will keep the lighthouse going? And who will listen to the tales of sailors, pirates, and thieves who have such short times to speak? Who are certainly to die again when they leave for the sea. A trifle, a silly thought, to leave the inn for death indeed! Mouse is far happier remaining on land and keeping safe the many of tales that drift from sea-soured lips to his soft ears. Who knows what they’ve heard?

[doge fruit]

username;; doge fruit
name;; Valentina {means 'strong, healthy' in Russian/Latin}
gender;; female

personality;;

She has an fiery passion that can not be contained.
Her heart is as solid as gold and as wild as the lion. She thinks before
she acts and is quick both mentally and physically. Aside from the
never-ending burning fire within her, she knows how to be compassionate.

49/50 words~
her likes/dislikes;;

She loves the thrill of life. The rush,
the experience, the adrenaline. She enjoys the surge
of energy. She also loves The Wolf. He's the one that
watches over her and guides her through life. He's
the one that's been there for her this whole time.
However, what comes with love comes with hate.
She dislikes the hunters ruining the well-being of her
forest. She hates the sound the gunfire makes. She
also hates how The Wolf does nothing about it. Isn't
there a way to stop these unlawful killings? The Wolf
doesn't care and she hates him for it.

100/100 words~

what's her history?

She doesn't know much about her real
family aside from the fact that The Wolf has
raised. He treated her like his own pup and
raised her with all the necessary things to
raise a successful and brave child. She spent
all her life hidden away in a small hut where
The Wolf frequently checked on her. She knows
these woods as well as the back of her paws
and she maintains the forest order alongside
The Wolf. She never really questioned her
real origins since she seems at peace in her
forest. She spends most of her time practicing
archery with the bow and arrow The Wolf gave
or discussing matters with the woodland animals
she has befriended. She also practices cooking
skills and sewing with the garments that the birds
sometimes bring her from the nearby town.

139/150 words~

who is 'The Wolf'?

"I am the one that has raised her from infancy and watched her grow. I am the one that maintains the order of the Forest. They call me by many names. The King of The Woods, Lord of The Forest, yet my most popular name is The Wolf. I've lived in these woods for many years and have fought any battles. I've lived through Hell and hardship and lost so much yet I make sure not to waver a step. There's no time to be weak when ever other carnivorous wants your head and throne. I made sure to teach Valentina how to stay brave and confident even when I finally pass on. I'm too old to do much anyways. I try to keep her pleased yet the little ball of fire that makes up her heart is too much at times. Sometimes I think I taught her too good! But my time draws near and I'll need her to be strong. She needs a strong fist and a righteous soul to run the order of these woods and I believe she has that in her. I know she won't let me down when the time finally comes."

198/200 words~

[liightning]

"ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sᴀʏ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴏsᴇs
ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ
ᴀɴᴅ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ,
ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ
ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ᴛʜᴏʀɴs.
ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sᴀʏ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ
ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ,
ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ
ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ...
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ
ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs
ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ᴀs ᴛʜᴏsᴇ
ᴛʜᴏʀɴs."

username: salty.sweet
name: Sweet Briar (hates being called 'Sweet' but will answer to 'Briar')
gender: female
personality: [ 35 / 50 ] cunning, sly, sneaky, devious, cruel, rough, unforgiving. will steal a lollipop from a kid just to see them cry. if you embarrass, anger, annoy, or get on her bad side, she will get her revenge.
likes/dislikes: [ 73 / 100 ] Briar enjoys killing, fighting, gaining power, and being feared. she loves having others cower at the sight of her and bow down. she relishes the feeling of flesh tearing beneath her claws and blood dripping down her chin. she also loves to hear screeches from pain she inflicts. Briar dislikes, disloyalty, disobeying orders, and peace. she can't stand it when her followers are scared or question her. she wants complete loyalty and power.
hobbies/history: [ 137 / 150 ] her mother, Rose, was very kind, and called her Sweet. however, their happiness ended when Rose was killed defending Sweet from a fox. people said she didn't like being called Sweet was because it was too soft for her, but the truth was that she didn't want to be reminded of her mother. taking the nickname Briar instead, she had to fend for herself. as an orphan, she learned to hunt and fight. bearing a ragged scar on her snout from the fox, she began working as an assassin. in the end, she was known widely as a villain. Briar didn't intend it that way, but she didn't mind. after all, the more power she had, the better. an earlier hobby was being an assassin for hire, but as a wide-known villain, she enjoys fighting and killing.
[b]extra writing:[b] [ max 200 words ] w i p why did this take me an hour to write x.x

[Jippy]

username: Dreamlight

name: Amorette Milena

gender: female

personality: Amorette is a sweet young women with a passion for thinking, sometimes her thoughts may seem confusing but they hold a deeper meaning. She is a kind compassionate should that takes the time to understand than to be understood.

likes/dislikes:
Likes
Writing
Reading
Thinking
Nature
Talking to herself
Her wooly sweatshirt
Being alone
Sour and sweet
Hot cocoa
Gum

Dislikes
Her fate
Huge problem with disrespect
Being told what to do
Others concerning her
Fake sympathy
Cereal before milk
Bitter tasting food
Crowds

hobbies/history: Amorette lived a life full of grief and sad throughout her childhood, her father, disappeared and never returned at an early age of her life. She rarely got to seem him as he set out on business trips, then one day he never returned. Her mother, who was strong, took it well but eventually it became overwhelming, she fell ill and slowly recovers to this day. It tore Amorette apart to see her parents fall so easily, she vowed that she would become strong, that never meant the tears won’t shed. Her hobbies are reading, meditating, and writing, she practices calligraphy and has beautiful penmanship.

extra writing:
The Joy of Tears
I am perfectly imperfect, which makes me perfect, by being imperfect. I have experienced the feelings of joy and the feelings of pain. I have shed the tears of sorrow during the time of despair, I’ve pulled in my hair in frustration as I seek an answer so greatly. At the same time, I know that someone there has it worse then I do though the overwhelming feeling just can’t be controlled, tears won’t help but they mean I admit my sorrow, I admit my pain, it’s my way of saying, what’s done is done yet my feelings can’t be helped. So I will let the tears come, one by one, they each hold a burden, as if a part of me is falling away, so easily. I will cry till my tears run out, till I have no doubt in myself, till I’m confident and can finally face reality.