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[SilentMelody]

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username: silentmelody

name: phoenix

gender: genderfluid

pronouns: they/them

sexuality: pansexual

evolution stage: first
- changes each day
- not yet evolved
- still growing

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why do they evolve?;

phoenix earned their name after discovering they are just like this ancient bird; they are able to die and be reborn as a new person. but there's a catch -- they never die, only falling asleep to wake up as a completely different person. they change their genders and personalities each time as well as their mental or physical health. although phoenix always has the same appearance, inside they are never really the same. one day they could be peppy with short attention span, and the next day they could be mellow and soft with a different disorder.

phoenix has yet to evolve. legend claims that when they meet the right person who will accept them and their changes that they will be able to evolve into their true form. every day, they work hard to somehow meet this special someone and fail in doing so. no one will understand.

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disclaimer: this kalon does not have actual powers, this is just within their au.

[teabug]

ark! x

[peachycupcake525]

username; Peachycupcake525
name; Anilaja, meaning "she is the perfect and beautiful one"
gender; Female
why do they evolve?; When Anilaja was born, her mother expected her to be perfectly beautiful, like herself. After giving birth, Anilaja's mother fell asleep right away. When she saw her daughter later that day, she reacted not with delight, but with disgust. For the entire time that Anilaja was growing up, she was always hearing that she wasn't pretty enough. Her mother informed her of this every day, urging her to change her appearance so that she would not be "an embarrassment upon the family," as her mother often called her. When she was young, she changed many times, but she could never please her mother. Finally, one day she had had enough. She vanished in the night, leaving no trace, to start a new life far away. Although no one was demanding that she change herself, the belief that she was ugly was still deeply ingrained in her, and she still continued to strive for perfection, even after leaving her own life behind. She evolves in two ways: changing how she looks, and changing from one life to another.

[Kyar]

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username: kyar
name: rebexi
gender: does not associate with a single gender (biological hermaphrodite)



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rebexi is not the first or the last of my kind.
i was created april 18th, 2201 at 13:31:00 in my home, progress labs.
i know this because my identification code is 0418011331. many know me as 1331. my name is rebexi.

i am sorry my english is not good. rebexi is learning english. i am now part of a new program. my chromosomes was chosen to give a powerful immune system. my job was to help others with the antibodies produced in my bloodstream. i liked that job. to help others. i am not sure who the others are. but i know that what i did was good. i did not have to speak much. i did not know much english. but i know that i helped others. i know that is good.

today i start the new program. ebon avrich is my instructor. ebon avrich asks that we write in english. it is hard to write when i do not know what to say. this is all rebexi can write today.


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three weeks ago i started instruction with ebon avrich. today dr. avrich has asked each of us to write another entry. i read my last entry this morning. i have come a long way since then. i have never had such a busy three weeks either.

i have learned now not to call myself rebexi when i am writing. i can say i or myself if i need to. these are pronouns and replace rebexi, which is a proper noun. i have also learned that the program i am now in is called EVO100. i was moved from IMMU01 because i showed progress. i still do not know for sure what that means. i know dr. avrich has called me a good student and says i hold promise. i think that is a good thing but i am not sure if that is better than helping others fight diseases. i know the antibodies i created in IMMU01 have helped combat bioweapons. we are a step closer to peace, they are saying.

dr. avrich wants us to write everything we have learned, but there is to much for me to write. i cannot talk about all the things we have done. i have learned language and law and how to defend myself. i have learned about currency and economy and how to know if someone is lying. so far a lot of what i have learned is that it is dangerous outside of progress labs. i have been here since my genetic codes were specially chosen. that means my entire life has been here, inside progress labs. before i came to EVO100 i did not know there were people who lived outside the labs. dr. avrich lives outside the labs but he comes to see us every day. even though there is a war and it is dangerous.


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it's been five years since i started this program. i didn't have clue. now, today, it's my last day inside progress labs. maybe the last time i'll ever see it. it's a thought i don't think i really understand yet.

last night i reread every journal entry i ever wrote. i thought i knew so much but now i can see. i knew nothing at all. all i knew was a routine inside this lab. this is one building and it made up my whole world.

i feel sick to my stomach. dr. avrich has been telling me every day that i don't need to be afraid. i don't think i'm afraid. i know everything i will need to know. i know what it's going to be like outside. so i shouldn't be afraid.
maybe it is just nerves. i don't know.

my genetics are what make me special. at least, it started that way. my immune system is more powerful, my body works more efficiently, i need less sleep and can learn new ideas and skills faster than natural-borns. but so is everyone else who was created here. tomorrow i am the only one leaving.

i needed to stop for a while. it's been three hours since my last paragraph. i can't stop crying. i don't understand why. i know everything now. i'm ready. i know i am. why can't i stop this?

it is nearly 04:00. dr. avrich is with me. he stayed all night. i don't want him to see what i'm writing yet. i will leave this journal here when i go. he can read it once i'm gone. i don't want him to see it now.


to ebon avrich,

when you first met me i was a frightened child. i was 1331. but you know that i'm not anymore.
i understand what you meant. i know who rebexi is now.

i was created for a purpose. 1331 exists to produce antibodies to reduce mortality rates during biological warfare attacks. you saw something different that no one else did. you saw me as rebexi. which is stupid. because i was stupid. i don't know how you could look at what i was and see anything worthwhile. but you did somehow.

what i mean to say is thank you. thank you for taking me and showing me these things. thank you for making me work harder than i ever have. thank you for making me find out who rebexi really is. and thank you for not looking while i write this now. you don't know it's for you yet. but i like that you're letting me do it.

i keep crying. i hate that.

thank you for staying tonight.

- rebexi

p.s. i won't forget you. i won't forget what you taught me. and i won't forget what you told me.
i can prove it.

"this is your mission"
you said

"you step out that door and take it"
you told me

"you've showed all of us that anything can change.
step outside this door
and show the world how to

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[sentimental]

first letter after accident ;; January 17th, 2013
dear you,
something strange happened today. i woke up in a hospital bed,
in a hospital gown, with the scent of sterility permeating the room.
i almost fell into a pit of hysteria; i didn't remember who i was or why
i was there in the first place. a doctor later informed me i'd had a
nasty mishap with a truck driver on my way home from a local cafe.
that scuffle landed me with some scars and "retrograde amnesia."
i can't seem to remember your name, oddly enough! but don't fret!
names are worth little in comparison to the feelings accompanied
by your presence in my memory. apparently this silly illness of the mind
causes the holder to lose memories of certain periods for indefinite amounts of time, so the doctors recommended i keep important infomation in a journal and record my daily happenings; luckily, my habit of writing you serves the same purpose! i have a feeling this isn't the first time you've saved me from my own foolish decisions.

love,
𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒹𝓇𝑒
(P.S. I remembered my name today! out of curiosity, i looked up
it's meaning! funnily enough, "dierdre" is supposed to mean sorrow,
but i'm pretty darn optimistic for someone who lost all their memories, no?)
(P.P.S. oops! forgot to jot this down; don't forget i love you!}

thirty-fifth letter after accident ;; February 21st, 2013

hey, love!
quick update: i remembered your name. well, not really your "name", per say, but your nickname! i used to call you "honey bunches", didn't i? i think you just called me 'dear' cuz it reminded you of my name. i forgot the way home again and had to call Loren. i think she might be exasperated- this IS the fifth time this week, after all! everyone seems to be looking at me with confusion and bizarre sympathy these days, even grouchy old Loren. i asked her why today but she just shook her head and murmured something about "undeserved tragedies"; i think she's refrencing my amnesia or the accident. i'm doing fine though! i just miss you is all. i can't remember if you've replied since the first letter in January, i think i've just misplaced them, silly me!
i have to sleep now, i've got some short stories due at the editors house tomorrow. if i don't get them in by tomorrow i'll owe jaq $20!

with love,
your dear, 𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽. [a crudely drawn heart is located next to the flowing cursive of the signature]

three hundred and seventy eigth letter after accident ;; November 30th, 2014
[this letter is severely crumpled where a paw looks to have viciously grasped it and is stained with what appears to be tears.]

hello, abbott.
today i finally remembered everything. your name, your scent, your serious outlook on things, the silly way you stirred your coffee when jaques began to annoy you, how you teased loren when she ranted about coffee being the drink of dogs, the way you called my name so fondly, how you seemed to smile only at me-

your death. [the penmanship from here on out is incredibly scratchy and hard to read, with the ink bleeding in wake of the tearstains.]

this realization has made things make sense again. loren's sudden kindess, the sympathy i get from every kal whom i know, the reason i can't find any of your replies anywhere. i probably should have suspected something after the hundreth letter. but you always said i was slow, didn't you? i've changed. i can't seem to see color anymore. the things that once mattered to me, the sounds that painted my world, the stories i write for both a living and a leisure, they've all lost their significance in sight of your passing. i feel as if life itself has vanished and i've been trapped in one of those nightmares i succumb to so frequently, the ones you used to wake me from. (remember those? I do, finally.) my silly old rotary phone hasn't ceased it's ringing since i stopped visiting cafe raine a week ago. i've been wearing your pink scarf since i remembered; i doubt i'll ever take it off. i never wore scarves due to my annoyingly long hair, but you always said i looked cute when i curled up with your scarf at night. you said you hated the color pink when we first met, but that my eyes make you rethink your position.
lord, i miss you. i daresay i'll never stop writing you. it would feel as if i'm admitting defeat. admitting i've been bested, that i've given up. but i know you wouldn't want that for me. so i'll keep writing to you, i'll fill rooms with my letters, just like you filled them with your composed, kind presence. your passing has changed me, in many ways for the worst. but i'll keep your memory alive, and pray it shall deliver me to the better.
i love you, forever and always,
your dear,
𝓇𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽

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napola. | Draco "The Dragon" | Male | theme wip | Palette | Moodboard

Draco is part of a large yet absent family, one which is a mystery and a myth to other Kalons. The Kalons of this family never gain bonds with their other family members, and are trained by a trusted family friend. They are raised by this friend, but are never given the love they need. These kals grow up stone cold, fierce, and violent.. but Draco was not. Even though he was raised the exact same way as his other brothers and sisters, Draco was kinder than everyone else. After his training, he set out to help the world rather than hurt it. He evolves into this new persona- a vigilante who helps save kals lives rather than take them. The reason he evolves is because of the kindness in his heart. With this kindness he tries to change the world, to change other kals minds. He wants everyone to understand that all kals are kals, and that everyone deserves a second chance. He is still fierce, intimidating, and strong, but he uses those negative traits to influence positive traits. Because of his swift change, because of the way he evolved, many members of his family are attempting to hunt him down. Because he has no clue what they look like, Draco has to hide himself in the shadows and use his training to move from place to place. He hopes that one day he can influence his own family to change their dark ways, and he hopes to bring light to the shadows. (254/1000)

[Cinnamon Heart]

username; Sweet Cinnamon
name; Darius
gender; male
why do they evolve?; They evolve because after a while, things just have to change. Because nothing can stay the same forever. Experiences change you and help you grow by gaining knowledge. After gaining such knowledge about what one is, why would they want to stay the same? The world changes and they have to adapt to that, and anyway, nobody's perfect, there are always things that you can change to fit in better, help others more or be nicer.
Everyone has to grow up some day, and realise that they have changed and that they should start acting accordingly. Maybe change their appearance accordingly.
People grow up, learn and become adults, and then they become old and start going back down that hill. People can't keep up forever, but he's still young and has a great life ahead of him - he shouldn't waste it pretending to be someone else, or let his appearance turn into no more than a shell, that just doesn't represent Darius anymore, for him.
Caterpillars all turn into butterflies, it's time for you to spread your wings and fly away too, Darius!

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