Kalon Readopt!

[roelian]

As unfortunate as it is, I'm struggling to connect to this kid and figured why not give back to the community? So we have a readopt! The comp for this kid will be kind simple since I'm often super busy, but read below for more.

Tell me about a time they visited a relative
You are free to interpret this prompt however you'd like.
Feel free to make up characters to work with your ideas if you need to.

You don't have a limit on words or art but please don't go super overboard. I only have so much time out of work. orz

You can pretty your form up however you'd like to, but I'm not judging on coding ability.

contest ends January 12th
this Kalon has a transfer in progress being done by Aey! Winner may contact them for more info <3

kit reference
nursery batch 1

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[whatswrongwithangela]

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[Yuroshi]

R E Y N A

She/Her, They/Them Pronouns

Designated Female At Birth

It had been a long day, week, month, and more. I’d learned a lot about myself- more than I thought I would have. The boarding school I had gotten in to was rather high class... I know I was lucky to get in there. I studied as hard as I possibly could to scrape up the scholarships necessary, as I simply couldn’t have afforded it otherwise. But in the end, all of my friends-and the local library, of course-gave me just enough. I was so incredibly excited that I got in, even thought it was a ten month study period, and I’d miss my friends. But who in their right mind would give up the chance to get a mastery in less than a year? Not me, anyway. But I’m getting off topic.. it was what I found inside the school that changed everything. I was in the library, going through an old yearbook in my free-time to see the sort of girls who had made it here before me when I saw it. When I saw her. Eighteen years before, the year I was born in- a senior with black hair, and distinctive white markings... markings that I shared. And with it, I found her name- finally. I’d never been able to find it before, and it made looking for her so, so much more difficult. And here it was, in a moment of boredom, I’d found the one I’d worked so hard to look for all these years. Immediately I tore of towards the Headmistress’s office, heart beating a million times a second. When I threw open the door, she looked quite surprised- this was a school of better manners than that, after all- but as I explained my situation her face softened. Although she didn’t smile I could see the happiness in her eyes that I’m sure were a reflection of mine. She told me to get to bed, and come back in the morning for more, as the school kept track of all their alumni. She told me she’d get an address for the woman I’d found by 8AM sharp.
I didn’t sleep a wink that night, and I don’t think my heart slowed in the slightest.
By 5AM I was no longer able to take the excitement, and quickly got up to begin my day. I did my laps around the school, stretched, sparred invisible enemies. I jumped into the lake to swim across. And then I took a long, relaxing shower. I checked the time- 6:30 -still too long to wait, and bounced down to breakfast before doing all the work I knew about, getting ahead in my classes. 7:50. I bounded up the stairs to the headmistress’s office, and counted every second until the clock struck eight. Then I threw open the door, unable to keep a beaming smile off of my face. I saw the corners of the headmistress’s mouth turn up as she told me the address, and suggested I go today- a free day -so I’d have enough time. And then I was off, chasing down this woman I’d always looked for, dreamed of, but had never met.
I found the home too slowly, and too fast all at once. If I thought my heart beat quickly before, it was nothing compared to now. I nearly couldn’t breathe I was so nervous, and considered simply leaving to go back home. But... I’d come this far, and I couldn’t give up now. This was what I’d been waiting for since the moment I knew when I was 3 years old. I gathered up all my courage, and my breath hitched as I knocked on the door. In the ten seconds it took for her to answer the door, the beat of my heart became deafening, and as the door drew open, time seemed to slow. The moment she saw me tears began to gather in her eyes, and she gasped slightly. And when i saw her, all my grand plans for an introduction were thrown to the wind. Here I was, looking at the woman I had always dreamed of, always longed to meet, and for a while I could do nothing but stare. Then I said the words I’d always longed to say, just two simple words, and she burst into tears.
“Hi mom...”

She drew me into her house and sat me down gently on the couch. Her hand sought out mine and I let her take it, basking in the warmth of knowing I finally had family. Her eyes searched mine, and she whispered,
“I thought you’d hate me... leaving you, newborn, all those years ago. It was the hardest thing I had ever done! Even knowing you for only minutes, I knew I loved you, loved you more than anything. Leaving you at the orphanage broke me to a thousand pieces, but I had to protect you! It wasn’t safe for me then, there were people after me, I couldn’t risk you! I would have died for you.. I nearly did die when I thought I’d lost you! When I went to the orphanage I left you at, nearly six years later, and saw it had burned down I thought you had perished. I had finally defeated those who haunted me and I thought I lost you, it made it all worthless! I couldn’t find you anywhere. None of the other orphanages knew you. I almost died of heartbreak, then, but I kept going in the hopes that someday, somehow you’d return to me, though I never believed it would happen. I am so, so sorry I ever left you, and I’ll understand if you hate me, but please, please know that everything I’ve done has been for you, and I love you more than you can possibly imagine!”
Though she started quiet, her voice rose as she spoke, breaking every once in a while as she choked back her sobs until she broke down completely at the end. I was at a loss- I’d been told that she’d done it to protect me, and even then I’ll be the first to admit I still harbored some resentment... but learning that she came back for me changed everything. That, if she had known, she would’ve gladly saved me from my life on the streets, that she’d have loved me even then. This changed it all. I drew her into a hug, not surprised to feel tears falling from my own eyes as I saw her desperate hope and fear of rejection, and said the only words that came to me.
“I forgive you, mom. And I love you too.”
For a while we simply sat there in each other’s arms, both having a shoulder to cry on for the first time in a long time, finally a family again. And when we broke the hug, finally, we still leaned against each other. Then I began to tell her my story. We had a lot to catch up on. I was so relieved to finally have her in my life, a mom as caring as I had only hoped, that I held nothing back. I told her of my friends at the orphanage, and the kind “mother” there, who explained that she left to protect me. I told her of the great fire, and how it scared me so much I ran from everyone, finding myself lost in the streets with nothing but the clothes on my back. I told her how just when things seemed most hopeless, another kid came up to me and took me under his wing, bringing me to his hang of street-kids and teaching me how to survive. The crimes I had committed so I could eat, the theft to stay warm in winter, the hard times, the good times, how the gang had been willing to sacrifice everything to make sure I made it to this boarding school, protecting me with their lives even when I couldn’t do anything for them at all- everything came out, a rambling mess of a story. She simply smiled at me, and told me how proud she was. It was amazing... and the single most exhausting day of my life, even more so than those that I’d spent on the run. It was a meeting that went beyond my wildest dreams, and I’d left it with a new member of my family, not just one of the boys from the gang. She offered to take them all in, and I quickly sent off messages to them so my family would be whole. It was... surreal. But as I returned to my school, and later down in my bed that night for my final semester before i graduated, I couldn’t help but smile.
Strange as it was, and as much as we both cried, I knew for a fact that this meeting had changed everything. And it’d changed it for the better.

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disclaimer;; however this form is left when the contest ends, it should be considered finished <3

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ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ;; 5'4"
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ɴᴀᴍᴇ;; Laarni
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ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ;; Female
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ᴘʀoɴoᴜɴs;; She/Her or They/Them
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sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ;; Bisexual
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ᴀᴜɴᴛ ʟᴀᴀʀɴɪ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴠɪsɪᴛ;;
Laarni ran a tired hand through her hair, staining the white strands with the motor oil that still clung to her fingers.
She had just put the finishing touches on the gift she was making for her niece, Mars. Which was good, because she was
already late for their annual Christmas get-together. She hastily shoved her creation into a large box, before burying it
in packing peanuts and sealing it shut with packing tape. After that she was out the door and in her car, swiftly on the
way to see her family.
Once she arrived, she headbutted the door since her hands were occupied with the large box, and broke out in a wide
smile when she heard small footsteps galloping towards it. The door handle shook and the door flew open, revealing a
young pink and black Kalon with an excited gleam in her eye.
"Hey, Mars," Laarni said with a nod, hands still busy holding the box. Mars grinned and turned to look into the house.
"Moms! Aunt Laarni is here and she has the biggest box I have ever seen in my
entire life."
"Let her in then, space kid." That was Ari, Laarni's sister (though not by blood). Laarni took the invitation and stepped in,
banging the side of the box against the door frame as she did so. She winced, but kept going, hoping that the cardboard
hadn't done any damage.
Mars led Laarni to the living room of the house, where Ari's wife Leonie was already settled on the couch. She eyed Laarni
carefully, no doubt taking notice of the oil that stained her hair, but Laarni ignored it and gave her a polite smile. Mars
flopped down on the couch beside her mother, and Laarni set the box down on the floor in front of them. She couldn't
help but notice that Mars hadn't taken her eyes off of it, and she stifled her laughter. As Laarni settled down on the
floor beside the box, Ari walked into the room with a plate of cookies which she set down on the coffee table before
joining her wife and daughter on the couch.
"So what's in the box?" Ari asked, eyeing it curiously. "Is this what you've been teasing Mars about for the past couple
of months?" Laarni nodded happily.
"You bet. Merry Christmas, Mars. I hope you like it," she replied, pushing the box towards the young Kalon. Mars lept
from the couch and launched herself at the box, sending cardboard and packing peanuts flying all over the room.
This was the part that Laarni had been most excited for. She'd been working on Mars' gift for the last couple of
months, tweaking the programming and making sure it was durable enough to survive life with a child. It had been
pretty tough, but Laarni was proud of the work she had done. Apparently, Mars was too.
"Oh my god Aunt Laarni, this is the best!" the young Kalon practically screamed, causing Laarni to start
laughing. Ari chuckled and Leonie sighed, though both were smiling.
"You built a dog? That's...pretty amazing actually," Leonie said as Mars finished brushing away the last of the
packing peanuts. "Does it make much mess?" Laarni shook her head.
"Nope! It's designed to not need much maintenance. Doesn't need feeding, watering, or to go to to the bathroom.
Although-" She turned to Mars. "-it's solar powered, so on darker days it might need plugging in to charge. I've put
some instructions in the box for you about that." She stood up, leaning down to pick up the robotic dog. "Alright,
Mars; what are you gonna name it?"
"Rex," Mars replied immediately, excitement shining in her eyes. Laarni grinned, lifting the robot and hitting a
button. The lights in its glass eyes flickered on, and she pressed another button.
"Say his name again, Mars."
"Rex!"
The robot suddenly came to life, startling Leonie and causing Ari's eyes to grow wide. Laarni placed Rex back
down on the living room floor, where he started to run in circles around Mars. The young Kalon was laughing
almost uncontrollably with excitement, reaching down to pet the robot at every chance she got. Laarni
laughed along with her, pleased that her gift had been so well received.
"Aunt Laarni?" Mars suddenly piped up. Laarni gave her a quizzical look.
"What's up?" she asked.
"You're the coolest aunt ever."
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ᴘᴇʀsoɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ;;
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Generous:
Laarni is generous almost to a fault. She would happily give you the shirt from her
back if you even so much as glanced at it like you wanted it. She's been pretty
successful over the course of her life, and she feels that it's important to share what
she has with others who she feels are less fortunate. She can be a little pushy with
it at times, but she's gained a reputation as an excellent gift giver, and holidays that
involve such are considered to be her domain.
Creative:
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Sociable:
Laarni will talk to and make friends with pretty much anyone. It's part of her
generous nature; she doesn't believe that anyone should be left out. She'll talk to
strangers just as much as she'd talk to a family member or close friend. Her favorite
conversational topic is people's passions. She loves what she does, and she loves to
learn about what other people like to do. She thinks she can learn from it, and she's
always offering advice, though it's not always wanted.
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Ambitious:
Laarni never knows when to quit. She comes up with all of these amazing and
complicated ideas that seemingly no-one else would ever consider, and she has to
see them through to the end. This also means that she's never really satisfied with
her work. She strives every day to create the perfect robot for work, and her
personal life can sometimes suffer for it. She doesn't get a whole lot of sleep most
nights because she stays up late working on her many projects.
Perfectionist:
Laarni will not quit whatever she has set her mind on until the results meet her
incredibly high standards. She expects herself to get everything right, and while
this is a good thing in her field of work, it sometimes means that she pushes her
social life and even her family to one side. Those who know her have come to expect
that she'll most likely show up late and scruffy-looking to gatherings. She doesn't
have a whole lot of friends outside of work because of it.
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Egocentric:
Laarni is forever incredibly proud of herself and the work that she does. While this
is a good thing and gives her a lot of self-esteem, it also means that she often spends
time talking about herself. This can be a problem at work, but it's an even bigger
issue when it comes to relationships outside of her job. No-one except for those who
are extremely close to her (usually her sister and family) really want to hear her go
on about her accomplishments for 40 minutes.
Blunt:
Laarni doesn't sugarcoat anything, even in situations where she most definitely
should. She firmly believes that people benefit more from being told things straight
up, and that it will help them grow. It worked for her; why shouldn't it work for
others? Unfortunately this can lead to her driving people away before they can
really get to know her. She won't be changing this trait of hers, though. She really
thinks that it's a good thing.
Impulsive:
Laarni doesn't really ever think about things before she jumps into them. She tends
to get excited about an idea and then just runs with it, regardless of what it involves.
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ʟɪᴋᴇs & ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs;;
✔ Remote control toys
✔ Robots
✔ Computers
✔ Having an audience
✔ Snack foods (cookies, chips, etc.)
✔ Coding
✔ Reading academic papers, schematics, etc.
✔ Comfy clothes
✔ Being on the floor
✔ Chaos
✔ Documentaries
✔ Dismantling things
✔ Sharing
✔ Soft things
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✘ Cooking actual meals
✘ Being ignored
✘ Coffee
✘ Cheesy romantic stuff
✘ The paranormal
✘ Rain
✘ The cold
✘ Heights
✘ Waiting in line
✘ Being questioned about her interests
✘ Poetry
✘ Being alone for too long
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ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪsᴛ;;
'People Should Smile More' - Newton Faulkner
'Adventure Time' - Rogue
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oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ;;
Laarni works as an ecological engineer.
What she actually does is pretty complex,
and is a good example of her brilliant
mind. She builds robots (eco-friendly ones,
they're usually electric and solar-powered
when she can make it happen) and uses
them to monitor fragile ecosystems. Her
robots often mimic the animals that inhabit
the places where they are used, and while
they can be controlled remotely, they
often have kind of a mind of their own. It's
a beautiful mix of manual control and AI
technology, allowing for a robot that blends
in almost seamlessly with the environment.
This makes monitoring endangered species
incredibly easy, since the animals are less
likely to run away at the sight of the
robot. Her favorite animals to work with
are quadrupedal mammals who live in
environments that are covered with
difficult terrain, such as large cats or
herd animals.
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ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs;;
Form coded by me
Special characters found here
Other Kals used belong to me: Mars - Ari - Leonie
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[cokie]

mark!!

[VanossGaming]

VanossGaming//𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 '𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚' 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔//MTF Trans

The Family Reunion

A loud buzzing is what awoke Claire from her deep sleep, the vibrations on the desk and the annoying ringtone she had set forcing her to pry open her previously closed eyes. Pulling back the sheets on her bed she grabbed her phone, looking at the contact image displayed on the screen. Only Winifield De Luca, her father, would bug her at this hour. Claire gave a wistful sigh before answering the phone.
"Hey dad. What's up?"
"Hey doodlebug. Sorry to bug you at this hour, especially where you live. Papa and I had to tell you something. We bought you a plane ticket to come out for the family reunion!"
A bolt of nervousness set over Claire. The last time she had seen the entire family was before she had changed her name and felt comfortable with herself. All that was back when she was still Caleb, the awkward boy who wasn't sure what he wanted out of life.
"Dad are you sure that's a good idea? What will everybody think of me! They're going to misgender me or not like me for my new self!"
Claire could hear her father laugh through the phone, a playful edge to his voice present.
"You're going to be fine Claire. They'll accept you no matter who you are or what you look like. They accepted your Papa and I, and they'd do the same for you. Just come out and see. We'll take you and Jennie to the airport on time and catch a ride together!"
Claire mulled it over for a second. Would it be all that bad? She might learn something new, meet some new family, and really enjoy herself.
"Okay. I'll do it. On one condition and one condition only. If I don't like it there I require a plane ticket out."
"It's a deal kiddo. Goodnight love. We'll see you soon."
Her father hung up the phone on the other line, once again leaving Claire in silence to mull over everything that was said. There was week until the planned family reunion which was to last a period of four days. Both Winifield and Carter would be coming to pick her up along with her younger sister Jennie. Claire slid back into her sheets covering herself in warmth. She closed her eyes, her family running through her dreams.

The day of the reunion came much quicker than Claire expected. Before she knew it she was on a plane, crammed in a seat next to her wiggly kid sister, waiting to touch down at the site of much of their family history. The plane ride itself wasn't bad. The snacks that the stewardess passed out weren't half bad and Jennie kept mostly quiet the entire ride, preferring the headphones and in flight movie service instead. Carter and Wini sat behind them, quietly conversing. Claire didn't know when she fell asleep on the long flight but awoke to the sight of trees and mountains underneath her. The plane had started it's decent and was expected to be landing shortly. Claire started gathering her things, the small bag that she brought onto the plane with her tucked at her side. Once the plane had landed it was a short wait and then a long walk to the front of the airport, bags in check. It was only a few steps out of the airport before a cheery voice called out to the group. Claire whipped her head to the side to see a two-toned striped kalon waving to her father.
"Jordan!"
Claire watched her father run towards the other Kalon, throwing his arms around the other in a hug.
"Claire, Jennie, this is my best friend and practical brother Jordan."
Claire could vaguely remember the last time she saw Mr. Jordan. She was about five, playing with her cousins on the playground at the time. That was when he first stepped up and had said hello to all of the kids there before stepping back to talk to the adults.
Claire saw Jordan take a step forward and smile.
"Well hold on there Wini. Is that Caleb?" Jordan asked, pointing in Claire's direction, causing her to cringe at the use of her former name.
"Jordan she prefers to be called Claire now."
Claire smiled as Carter stepped up to the plate to fend for her.
"Well then hello Ms. Claire. Nice to see you again."

It was a pretty simple half hour drive out to the house where the entire family was staying. They had rented out a three story house to hold all of Claire's cousins, aunts, uncles, great-grandparents, and everything in between. Claire watched through the window as the car pulled into the gravel pathway of the house. They parked the car before Claire was able to hop out and grab her bags. Jennie and her fathers were quick to follow. Jordan was the first to enter the house, motioning to the others to follow. Claire entered the house next, staring in awe at the amount of Kalons that stood loitering around the huge and open living room. It was a stout little grey kalon that approached Claire first, wrapping her in a giant hug.
"Everybody the De Luca's are here!" The older Kalon smiled.
A cheer rose up from the crowd in the living room. Claire watched as her father moved to hug the grey kalon that been on her the moment before.
"Everyone. These are my daughters, Jennie and Claire."Carter announced to the crowd.
"Where's Caleb?" A voice called out from the crowd.
"No need to worry Arianna. Caleb prefers to be called Claire now and she is still every inch my daughter." He stated, wrapping an arm gently around Claire. The smiles that swept through the crowd were amazing to see. It was a young cousin that made the first spoken word.
"We love you Claire!"
In the end, maybe it wasn't going to be such a bad family reunion after all!

Claire's relationships

Carter De Luca- One half of Claire's adoptive parents. Her "Papa".
Winifield de Luca-The second half of Claires adoptive parents. Her "Dad".
Jordan Fleece- One of Wini's best friends who was like his brother through childhood. Claire's Uncle essentially!
Jennie- The eventual kid that Carter and Wini will have. The soon to be real sister of Claire.
Arianna- Carter's sister for the purpose of this story!
Grandma Delilah- Carter's 'mother' and Claire's 'grandmother' for this story

Fun Facts!

• De Luca is Claire's adoptive last name. She decided to keep her original last name as a memory of the life she left behind.
• Claire told Carter and Wini about the need to transition at 17. They both took it really well and helped her get the things she needed.
• She's a really big fan of Japanese music, specifically vocaloid, even though she cannot understand it herself. So long as it has a funky beat and some cool animation it's all good in her book.
• Claire currently works as a game developer, giving a portion of every product that she makes to other trans people like her to give them the support they need. She was blessed to have her parents as her support system.
• Claire is currently a single pringle and dedicates most of her time to her work.
• Her infinity shine is her sign to herself that no matter what there is always enough love to go around.

[Decora]

Mark

[redhorizon]

Mark to watch

[Jippy]

Mark to watch! What a pretty gal! c:

[petrify]

biggest mark <3