Kalon readopts

[Yuroshi]

I’d like to try out for Bran, He’s a beautiful kit and I adore him
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New Name: Blaze Evergreen (Inferno)

He lives in a time that’s more like the past, but some people are blessed with magic. Usually when they are, the monarch of the land tries to recruit them into his army, but sometimes they get lucky if they live far enough away from main cities and don’t get noticed. His name is Blaze, but when in disguise he refers to himself as Inferno- and so do those that chase him down. He is a pyromancer, and a truly gifted one at that, especially considering how young he is. Currently, he travels through forests to minor settlements, helping others out where he can (especially others with magic, for if a magic user is discovered but no longer young, the ruler of the land orders them to be put to death). He is usually rather quiet, but somewhat broody when he is on his own. He hates the fact that people are punished for having magic- so he often tries to rescue them.
(If you have read the book Elites, it is somewhat similar to that)
Although he is still young, and some find him intimidating for his power, he has all the makings to be a great future leader... and who knows, maybe once he rescues enough other magic users, he’ll storm the castle and take over.
While he is not especially friendly, he is incredibly loyal to those he deems worthy, and especially so to those that are magic as well. He hates pain, both in himself, and in other magic users, and will fight to the death to protect them if that’s what it takes. He has a truly good heart beneath his grumpy exterior.

Once grown, and discovered by the resistance to the crown, he would be taken in and taught how to act like a true noble... not that they’d have to do much to teach him that. After all, he was of noble birth- only his parents, when they discovered his magic, gave him up to an orphanage. They couldn’t stand the thought of turning him in to the crown, to become nothing more than a weapon, only fit for destruction and following orders. But, with as close to that werw to the royal family, they knew they couldn’t keep little Blaze with them, so they did the only thing they could. They hugged him goodbye, explained the injustice in the world, and shipped him off to a faraway orphanage by the edge of a twisted forest. It didn’t take him long to escape from there, of course, once he realized the truth in his parents’ statements. He had a mishap inside the orphanage- an older, larger bully came at him, and Blaze, in his fear, instinctively let loose his flames. Although none were hurt, the bully immediately contacted the guards, and Blaze was forced to flee. Luckily for him, he was quickly taken in by someone else who lived on the outskirts of the town- an old man, wrinkled and kind, who did not share the magical prejudice that the royals tried to instill within the people. For the next six months, Blaze lived to phidden within the house of the old man, and sometimes in the forest, while the Old one taught him everything he could. Somehow, they managed to avoid detection...
But all good things must come to an end.
Blaze was careless, one day, within his newfound home. He chased his “Grandpa” outside one day, to make sure he remembered his cloak. Unknown to the two of him, he was spotted by none other than the bully from before. Neither Blaze nor the old man knew that their deception had been seen through, so when the King’s knights appeared merely a week later, they were not prepared at all. Blaze was out preparing for a camping trip when the knights arrived. He had just found a good location and prepared to return home when the knights began to question and threaten his old man. And he had just broken through the forest’s edge and heard his old man refuse one last time to share his location, when the knights followed through on their threats.
And with that, something within the 13 year old Blaze exploded.
He flew into a rage, and his fire responded, bursting from within him and growing quickly into a monstrous beast. It was a flame that mirrored him, and almost seemed to be living. As he charged towards the knights who had taken away his “Gramps,” so too did the living flame beside him. The knights were not prepared for this sort of power coming from a juvenile boy.. they were forced to flee- those of them that could.
Blaze heard them crying out as they ran, screaming of the Inferno that he was, and took it as his new name. And as he settled down beside his old man, weeping one last time, his beast of fire slowly melted back down into him, the only clue it was still there remaining as a flaming halo, almost a necklace, around him. He cried for hours, mourning all he had lost, but slowly that sadness turned to hatred, and that hatred to determination. As he rose shakily to his feet once more, he looked up into the now setting sun, and made a vow to himself. He decided, at that moment, his purpose. He would save the magic users, and all who sympathized with them. He would not fail... no matter the cost.
And with that, he walked off into the forest, and began his new life as Inferno.

trying out for this kid.
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New Name: Edmund Rose (FlowerDance)

Edmund is a kalon that is the literal embodiment of charisma- beautiful and graceful, with a voice like a cool breeze on a hot summer’s day. For the most part, Edmund goes by Rose, or FlowerDance, as they are far more gender-neutral, which is a necessity in Edmund’s general line of work. His line of work?
Well, he’s a spy, not that anyone else knows that. He works for a rebel group, traveling through cities and townships, getting close to higher-ups in his guise of a dancer, and gathering information on other magicals. Although no one knows it, he himself is a magical, although his powers work in more subtle ways. Namely, they work through his dancing- as he twists and turns with grace, seemingly gliding over the ground, his stage, a subtle smell of roses drifts over his watchers, and they find themselves enraptured. They do not realize that they are quite literally being charmed. With his dancing, Rose is able to plant subtle suggestions into the minds of others, causing them to view Rose with unconditional trust, often having them confess secrets without even realizing it. His favorite “victims?” Of course, soldiers of the crown. They tend to tell him all the rumors necessary, speaking of people who may have magic- in other words, people for Rose to recruit.
Although Rose is really quite kind, he can be absolutely ruthless when the time comes for it. Though he is gentle for the most part, he finds no trouble in doing whatever is necessary to get the job done. His grace and poise hide the danger that is underneath. Rose fits him right perfectly- most do not notice his thorns, but they are certainly still there, simply hidden, and covered with the deadliest of poisons.

Flowerdance’s end goals are a bit.... unorthodox, just like he himself is. You might imagine that he would be, considering he spends his life in a constant circle of tension and deception. Yet, this isn’t a problem at all to him. In fact, he thrives on it. He is extremely enamored with the dangerous life he lives now, and the adrenaline rush that comes with it. Just as he uses his dance and the smell of roses to charm others, so too does he become charmed himself- not in the same way, of course. He simply finds the resulting high of stealing information from the minds of others, whether from his magic charm or his cunning mind, somewhat intoxicating. He is part of the rebellion to save people, of course, for he is not completely heartless. But still, he thrives on taking part in deception of the highest form. Rose loves the life he lives now, and looks forward to his place later, as his rebellion begins to prevail. He knows that eventually, he will be sent to join in on the royal court, and believes himself capable of taking part in such politics. He nearly can’t wait for the day- after all, there’s no higher form of deception possible, is there?

[Olive;]

I’d like to try for Budpendest, but rename her Kaya. I would make her a witch who had a spell gone wrong and accidentally gave herself two heads. Now, she’s sort of okay with it, though! She’s still one entity, and both heads are the same person. But she likes how she double the senses, like taste and sight, with her two heads.

In my AU, all witches specialize in a certain element (earth, air, fire, and water). Her specialty would be air, so she can manipulate wind and other things to do with the sky. She loves trying new spells, even if they don’t have the greatest results. (Like that one time she tried to fly. That did not end well.)

In her life outside of witchcraft, she likes to encourage young girls to become strong individuals. She teaches high school English (yikes), and her favorite class to teach is a special class for seniors that covers only literature written by women. It’s practically her baby.
Kaya runs the community service club at the high school, too. She’s a good advisor, as she lets the students run everything and only steps in when it’s really needed.

She is a really curious individual. Kaya often does not think about the consequences of her actions, which results in lots of mishaps, both magical and non-magical. She’s pretty much the reason that people say “curiosity killed the cat.”

However, though she isn’t always street-smart, she’s definitely book-smart. She’s made up a few new spells, and she is an amazing teacher. Kaya is the kind of teacher that goes off topic a lot, but still manages to teach everything that needs to be taught.

However, she can be quite gossipy. Sometimes, her curiosity can be too much, and it leads to her knowing gossip on almost everyone. It’s really hard for her to resist the temptation of knowledge, social or otherwise.

Kaya is also incredibly friendly. In fact, she’s almost too friendly. She is fascinated by people, and finds it so interesting how different everyone is. She likes people watching just as much as she likes talking to someone. She isn’t the kind of person to do small talk. Not with all the interesting things she could talk about with people! Kaya definitely skips right to the interesting bits. People either love it or hate it.

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Learning to Fly

I walked over the crest of the hill, watching the tall grass blow softly in the wind. A contraption dragged behind me, much like Da Vinci’s flying machine. This was it. After a whole year of research, I was going to fly. I had paged through ancient spellbooks, pages delicate and yellowed, the comforting smell of books hovering around them like a perfume. And now all my research was going to result in flying! I would be the first witch to have ever done it. My pages of notes were left at home. I knew them by heart.
Finally, I arrived in the clearing, surrounded completely by trees. As I began to unpack all the materials I needed, my mind began to wander. What would I do with this knowledge if I did succeed? Would I share it with the world? Would I keep it for myself? I wanted nothing more than to tell everyone about all my hard work, but I didn’t know if it was truly the right thing to do.
My hands trembled slightly as I mixed herbs and magical ingredients together, creating the enchantment that would allow my machine to fly. "Expergiscere, o caelo," I whispered, and the machine started to move gently. I slid the straps on over my back, and whispered the final word.
"Volant." My heart fluttered as the wings began to move. I called to the wind, and it bent to my command, creating a stream of air for me to coast on. I soared over the rolling hills, watching the leaves in the trees blow back and forth. A wave of peace washed over me like the a gentle wave lapping over the sand. I let the wind carry me, and I became one with it.
And that’s when I felt it. There was a slight rip, as the straps began to come undone. "Stop, stop!" I called out to my wings, but it was to no avail. In my panic, I couldn’t remember the command to go back down. Riiiiiiiiiip! The straps came completely undone, and I tumbled out of the sky, straight through the branches of a tree. And everything turned to black.

I woke up some time later. I don’t know how much time passed, but the sun was noticeably lower in the sky. I looked at my surroundings, and found myself 15 feet up, nestled between the branches of a tree. A quick check of my limbs revealed many scratches and bruises. Weary, I began to make my way down the tree cautiously. God, Kaya. Curiosity killed the cat. When will you ever learn? I laughed to myself, knowing that within a week, there would be another mishap as a result of my curiosity. I just couldn’t stop myself from learning more about the world.

[lovage]

i am trying out for budpendest. here’s the ideas that i have for them -

-left goes by nico and right goes by ner
-both respond to nero

-nico’s personality: a watcher and judge of sorts that takes in the surroundings and judges the situation quickly, a keen talker with a silver tongue that can be useful for convincing others in good or bad ways, closed minded and can’t be swayed easily, dictatorish over ner

-ner’s personality: twisted because of nico from more of a softer kalon to what they are now, the listener between the two of them, steps down often to let nico take the lead, represses everything to keep up the tough act nico started, acts intimidating but really just puts it as an act, easier to sway and control, believes everything easily from who nico says to trust

-originally royalty in a kingdom over run by nature
-nico used position to gain a control over the kingdom
-they used their double heads as scare tactic through double threats and putting it two against one in confrontations
-quickly rose up to the top position of being the royal council for the queen who was not of age yet to run the kingdom by herself
-acted as the two out of three kalons in it, giving them the upper hand
-controlled everything like they were the rulers and made the current queen the puppet

-felt their control dismissing over the queen when she reached twenty five, age of solo rule
-threatened law makers to extend it into the late thirties to keep their control
-nico used multiple tactics from before and even resorted to threatening ner into submission
-ner became a puppet of sorts with their old personality draining and forced to make nico’s
-law makers informed each other about what was going on and figured out what nero was up to
-informed queen even with the hundreds of threats thrown towards them by nero
-nero was run out of the capital city as soon as they heard the guards coming for them
-soon lost their title of royalty for their many crimes against the kingdom and queen and became wanted criminals
-seeked refuge with a lighthouse keeper near a border with another kingdom, two trusting kits from a high ranking family in another kingdom, and is now with a fallen angel in a field of roses guarded by him

ner feels somewhat guilty for all that happens. however, that guilt isn’t enough to try to rebel against nico and take them back to their old kingdom for their rightful punishment. their vision is still relatively clouded by nico’s control. now, if they had thei freedom then guilt would be all ner would feel. begging to go back and thinking about wanting to go back in time to fix everything would be all of what ner would be.

nico, on the other hand, feels as if they should of not been kicked out for helping the kingdom. they believe what they did was right and perfect for the kingdom even though it caused destruction to the kingdom in economic and development for it. personally for nico, they feel as if they were just crowned the ruler of the kingdom then they would never be here in the first place.

(might write more into paragraphs if i have the time to)

[Aeryn]

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name: Bram
gender: he/him
neutral good
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Bram is very humble. Unlike many others, he is just fine playing the
support role. He stays true to his nature and stand by his beliefs.
He genuinely just wants to be good, good to others and good in
his own eyes.

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Okay, I think Bram would fit perfectly into my fantasy au, specifically in the Eliery kingdom that is pretty much a kingdom made of
sorcerers. I think Bram would be confortable with his abilities, he can handle himself! But unlike other young sorcerers, who only
wish to impress their current leader so they'd have a chance to be picked to rule the kingdom, Bram sees no intrest in that
whatsoever. He distanced himself from these young sorcerers who were extremely competitive, arrogant and ignorant. He
believed that these young sorcerers forgot the real importance of being a sorcerer, which is to help the lost ones with their gifts,
and Bram sticks by this concept. When a Bella, an outsider that also had magical abilities, joined their kingdoms, Bram was the
only one that didn't turn his back on her due to her family's history with magic. He was actually glad she joined the kingdom,
for she, unlike her family, also believed that magic was given to those who wish to help. But Bella had little understanding of her
magic, so Bram helped her through his own knowledge (which wasn't much, and he knew that, but Bella still appreciated it very
much). Both became very close friends and together they set the goal to bring magic to other kingdoms so they could help them.
Bram is proud of who he is, and he loves helping others and always think of them before himself. Also, on the Eliery kingdoms
there are these memory keeper creatures also known as the Eliery spirits. They are creatures that are extremely difficult to
approach, and they can become hostile very easily, but Bram always sympathized with them and was always very close to
them. It is common knowledge that only those with a pure heart, those who have abandoned ignorance and empathize,
with others can truly become closer to these beings.

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Quotes-------
"I was not meant for greatness, and there's nothing wrong with that!"
"People will always try to change you to their liking, but you must
stay true to youself no matter what."
"Trust me when I say, I'll be there for you, haha!"
"Magic is a gift that many fools have, but only the smart knows how
to properly use it."

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Bram has pure sorcerer blood and he was raised by Odo, to him Odo was like a big sister that taught him everything he knows, he
was always facinated by magic and how he was ever so lucky to posses such abilities, Bram's magic is not weak but it sure isn't
the strongest, his magic has a dark orange coloration that had the meaning of honesty and compassion, Bram often found
himself far from the main city, it was alot more quieter and he apreciatted that and that's also the place where he found the
spirits, when Bram needed help he always came to the spirits before anyone else, Bram also wrote down the first informative
book about these creatures since he was one of the few who could ever come close to them, he wanted to share with others
how amazing these creatures were and he would continue his studies on them. Bram would later on become one of the most
famous sorcerers due to his research, he is very greatful and happy for being able to share his wisdom but his loyalty to his
kingdom would later on be tested ad Bella, his best friend, would leave the kingdom in search of her brother, being her only
familly at the time, Bella asked Bram to join her and for the first time Bram would feel his heart divided in half, he wanted
to help his best friend but he also wanted to continue his research so he could expand his wisdom and share it with others
but he decision was final when he decided to leave everything behind, his goals, reputation and everything else to help his
friend, little did he realize that as their friendship grew stronger his loyalty to his kingdom grew weaker and he was ready
to help his friend no matter the consequences, he was so greatful for Bella always being there for him as his only friend and
for her helping in his researches and supporting him no matter what. "I did not only wanted to help her because i needed to,
i wanted to! She deserved to have a familly like i once did."

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[Calibri]

I’m gonna be trying out for Bram Hitchcock!
I’d like to keep his name as I feel it’d go well with the character I want to portray him as:

All my kalons are set in a small, uneventful town - the most remote town you can imagine - but lays directly on top of a ley line which makes the town prone to paranormal activity with demons, ghosts and spirits. I want him to be some sorta paranormal investigator who got caught up in some sketchy ghost activity back in the 80s or something - his story and death will sorta be the foundation for the ghost town’s reputation as he was the first to record ghosts on legit video tapes instead of the untrustworthy rumours which were so popular around town. The discovery of ghosts cost him his life - angering the spirits by invading their privacy when they did not wish to be seen or known to mortals eventually lead to his untimely demise, doomed to forever walk the town as what he once investigated - ghosts. He’s kinda viewed as the go-to ghost to contact for future generations who dabble in professiona such as that of paranormal investigators/mediums (even teenagers who play around with Ouija boards attempt to contact Bram) due to his knowledge of which spirits to avoid, where in town ghost activity is at its strongest etc. However, contacting him would be a dangerous task in itself as he is frustrated with his fate and in turn it has made his mood quite turbulent. Not necessarily violent or with ill intentions, but prone to lashing out and throwing stuff around if someone asks the wrong questions, too many questions or just catch him in a bad mood.

[SpartanAmethyst]

IVAN MIKHAIL BRAGINSKAYA
male || cis || 27 yoa || former Russian military
"i am who i deserve to be"

winter song || outrunning karma || together we'll fall || 8 letters || shine

> outwardly very happy and upbeat, but is socially inept, depressed, and carries a lot of guilt. boasts a lot of military-esque habits and mindsets. His social awkwardness often makes him come across as creepy, and his large, muscular build and heavy accent often make others uncomfortable. He's really nice and genuinely cares for his friends. Ivan has a very focused mind, and when he decides to go after something, rarely does he stray from the plan he sets in motion. Very driven and hard working, loves the feeling of victory and accomplishing things given he hasn't done much, either in the military or afterwards/ thinks himself worthless, but still secretly hopes for friends and to find love.
> born to the owner of a small stables just outside of Novocherkassk, Russia. Mother died giving birth to his younger sister, so lived with his father. Angry child, was always the outcast and never really fit in with any group. Had an intense passion for the horses they raised, though, and could almost always be found out in the stables working with them, grooming them, or riding the snowy trails. Adored his sister, she was his anchor. Tried to love his father; father adored both of them, but he and Ivan often fought bc Ivan would always think he was right. Out of spite he joined the military at 18, which broke the older man's heart, but Ivan promised he'd come back, even if it was only for his sister.
> During his second tour, he got news from home that a particularly bad winter had befallen his home, and that his sister as well as most of the horses he'd held so dear. He went home as soon as he was home from tour to find the rest of the horses gone, taken by a rescue in the area, and his father alone in a house that was freezing and falling apart. He opted to leave the military then, once he was able, and he took all of his life's savings to buy a small house in Moscow and move his father in with him, where he became his full time caretaker. He worked crappy job after crappy job to be able to support them, as well as the little bit of money left from the sale of the stables and his father's savings. His father's health continued to fail, and Ivan did his best to be the son he never was; in fact, they'd never had the relationship they did then, but it was less than two years later that his father passed away. For the first time, Ivan found himself totally alone in the world. No siblings, no parents, no friends or significant other. He fell into a deep depression, and for some time, he thought that he'd never pull himself out of it. It was a whole year later when he happened to be scrolling disinterestedly through Facebook when a picture caught his eye; it was a dark, mottled Nile River Equid, like the ones they used to breed. In fact... Quickly Ivan jumped up and grabbed a shoebox of old photos, rummaging through it desperately. Finally is grey paws found the image he was looking for, and it was him! The picture showed his sister standing beside a gangly, dark mottled colt, beaming. That was the horse his sister had planned to one day ride in the Olympics. Looking back at the Facebook post, a sense of warmth spread through his chest at the stallion's name: Mikhail. She'd named the colt after him. Digging deeper, he found the post from a stable in America called "Amethyst Ridge Ranch", and they were searching for a rider for him. It was like fate had finally smiled on him, and immediately he sent an email to the ranch owner. Within the next month, Ivan had packed only the things most important to him, sold everything else, and began his long journey to America.
> Currently Ivan lives on Amethyst Ridge property and is working towards his and the ranch owner, Amethyst's, shared goals for Mikhail. She'd listened to his story and out of thirty applicants, had decided him to be the most qualified person to ride the stallion. Ivan has difficulty learning English, but is working on it every day as he prepares to apply for his citizenship. His Visa is set to be up for review every year, but he's hoping to become a permanent citizen and remain near to the last piece of his family's pride and joy. For him, there's nothing left in Russia to go back to. Mikhail continues to improve in leaps and bounds, given Ivan's ability to use Russian commands.



ATLEON SVYA ERICSSON
male || pan || 25 yoa || professional trapper
"the land is my shepherd"

winter song || outrunning karma || together we'll fall || 8 letters || shine

> professional trapper, hunter, leatherworker, mountain man. Lives in Alaska.
> very quiet and keeps to himself. independent, antisocial, but an extremely hard worker. has to be, bc he makes his own food, medicine, everything. has a native american sort of belief and behavior system; "you give back what you take". hates modernization/big cities/etc. Lives completely off the grid comfortably. IN his spare time he uses animal bones and wood to make decor, waling sticks, etc. to bring in more money. Barters in town for things he needs. normally stoic, but can drop some hilarious one-liners when you least expect it.
> Lived in the woods with his dad from a very young age. Mother wanted no part of the wild, and she didn't want to have a child as their relationship was a one night fling. Leon's dad hoped it would turn into more but it never did. Convinced mother to have the baby and let him keep his child, and she begrudgingly agreed, but refused to hold or care for the baby, and immediately signed over all parental rights and left as soon as she could. Was his dad's world; grew up spoiled and adored, but also grew up knowing the hardships of wild life. Loved it, and never asked for any more. Still lives with his dad and helps out on the land, they're totally inseparable. When he was 18 his mother tried to come back into his life but he refused, and in a bitter moment of weakness he told her he wanted nothing to do with her or her rich doctor husband. She offered him every posh amenity one could ever want, and he refused in favor of living off the land and staying wild, even when the winters were long and harsh.
> Sercretly has a passion for singing. Plays multiple instruments (the guitar and harmonica are his favorites) and can speak English, French, and Swedish. Well-educated and is taking "online" college courses in biology and agriculture to hopefully encourage more crops to grow. Of course it's all book work at home, but he uses the computer at the tiny public library in town. Constantly makes jokes to his dad about the "97 Windows of College" (the computers have Windows 97 on them).

[Ethulai]

Please ignore, just saw I scored an amazing nursery ticket, good luck everyone!!

[Marsh]

Firstly, I would like to quickly apologise for the somewhat weakly put across character development, especially for the Leon readoption, but I’ve been very busy with revision today since I have exams all week, so I hope you can get a vague idea of what I was trying to go for with these kids. Thank you so much for hosting this and good luck to everyone!




the curse of the coal miner
[ if it would be preferred for the name to be changed, then i would go with the name enoch most likely ]

Bram grew up the eldest son of four in a family on the poorer side of working class. When he was fourteen, he picked up a job at the local coal mine to help care for his brothers. If he couldn't have the future he had wanted, then he had make sure his younger brothers at least had a better chance than him to achieve their dreams. His parents were not subtle in voicing their opinion that it was the equivalent of trading his soul to the devil, but little did they know their conclusion would end up being far closer to the truth than comfort.

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The cage had rattled and creaked more than it usually had on previous days. Bram chose put it down to the influx of men being sent down for the first time today instead of the rusting chains and cogs wearing just a little bit too much to be safe, but it was work - something becoming increasingly hard to find. Bram knew he should count his blessings rather than complain, his parents had wasted no time in teaching him that. Giving up his future to this place felt an awful lot better when he knew that his brothers wouldn't have to suffer the same fate.

While he swung the pick-axe he began to consider what his dream would have been had he had the chance to find one. Perhaps he would have liked to go to university? Maybe if he had worked harder in school he could have read medicine even? His thoughts merged with the steady flow of metallic chiming as the pickaxe hit the wall and he shook off any brief thoughts he had in relation to what could have been. This was his future, and dwelling on anything else was futile. So, instead, he returned his attention to his allocated section of wall at the far end of the chamber. Again and again he hailed blows against the wall as chunks of coal tumbled down from their loosened holdings.

As he worked, a pinprick of a hole began to form, which grew into a penny-sized opening from which a gentle, yellow glow was emitted. Bram continued chipping away at the hole as the men around him propped their picks against the wall and clunked their way up towards the cage for the allocated lunch break. One or two called to him to try and get him to follow, but he responded to their calls with a curt nod and a confident "I'll be up in a minute" when in reality there was no intention to leave. Bram was determined to stay rooted to the spot until he had broken through, whatever was there could mean a pay rise or bonus. Maybe he could even afford to buy his brothers a brand new football they could play with instead of the ancient one which had been lurking in his grandfather's shed for decades.

Bram found himself transfixed on the light and his movements became more frantic, almost desperate, to reach whatever was causing the glow. The hole became thumb-sized, and then fist-sized and on and on until Bram could slide his body easily through the gap. Ignoring the rough edges which caught at the skin on his fingers, elbows and ankles, he pulled himself through. Allowing his eyes to adjust to the loss of light, Bram realised had landed in a cavern dimly lit by a pool of gold which glowed a gentle yellow. Catching the light from the pool he checked the time on his wristwatch and noted that he had twenty-two minutes before his workmates would return from their break and rejoin him in the mine.

He drew closer to discover that the pool had been carved into the bed of rock with intricate detailing along the edge. Whoever had taken the time to do this obviously had not meant for a coal miner like Bram to uncover it. The pool seemed far too carefully contained, almost sacred, and yet Bram found himself filled with the uncontrollable urge to reach out and touch the glimmering waters. Instead he took a few steps back and watched the gold ripple back and forth in the pool, perpetually bouncing off each edge in the most mesmerising fashion. Occasionally, a small spark would escape and float above the water like a firefly before succumbing to gravity. His hand eased out from where he realised he had been sitting on it, realisng that somehow he had instinctively returned to the edge of the pool and sat down to watch. Bram felt as if a force was guiding his hand to the water, and he let it. Painstakingly slow, his hand edged towards the surface of the water but he found that he could not force it to move any faster. Eventually, his fingertips dipped themselves up to his first knuckle in the gold water and he felt a wave of warmth ripple through him.

The familiar echo of the cage clanging brought him back to his senses and Bram quickly withdrew his hand. However, it had also caused an idea to pop into his head. Wiping the water off on his trouser leg and leaving gold streaks behind, the cage returning had given him the idea of testing the walls to find out if whatever this substance was had bled into the rock. Perhaps there were deposits of this new mineral he had discovered in this very chamber? Almost tripping over himself in haste, he ran back to the opening and reached for his pickaxe. Then he stumbled back a few steps as he swung the tool back and then made contact with the wall with a satisfying chime. From the end of his pickaxe came a pulse of gold which swam through previously unseen channels in the walls, almost like veins in the rock. The gold pulsed up the wall, along the cieling and down the other side of the room as Bram traced its path with his eyes. Once the sparks of gold reached the pool, it travelled outwards from it with increasing speed to branch across the entire chamber like a network of capillaries. Breathing, pulsing, rippling, glowing.

Bram was so mesmerised by the sight in front of him that he missed the horrifying crunch of rock caving in on itself and the chamber collapsed.

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By some miracle, Bram survived the accident with only a few scrapes and a broken arm.

It was only a week later that the full effects of his discovery would manifest. The glowing circle began to gradually appear, starting off as a faint gleam beginning at his adam's apple before slowly growing and encircling his neck. With its progress, his eyes and fingertips began to share the same yellow glow. His arm healed up much quicker than expected and his cuts had all but disappeared without a scar by the time he woke up.

When he returned to work he found that they had cleared away the debris from the event and properly uncovered the chamber with a wooden frame holding open a full-sized doorway. Stepping in, he began to feel a hum of energy and the same warmth as when he had touched the water spread through him. On closer inspection, Bram found the pool he had told his stories about and was shocked to find it drained to the bottom as if there had never been any of gold water within.

Bram paced around the room, trying to ignore the growing feeling of warmth and the hum which began to feel like a very severe case of the butterflies in his stomach. He knew that the substance must be within the walls, but it was almost as if he could feel it inside of him. When he reached the other end of the room, the sheer force of the energy within him became unbearable and forced him to lean against the wall for support. Bram felt the pulsing through his palms and knew that this had to be where the strongest reserve of the mineral was.

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I began to run out of time so I thought I would very quickly bullet point the rest of my ideas for this kid as well as future developments:
- at first, his job exploited his powers to find bigger reserves of the unusual mineral from the chamber his accident had uncovered.
- eventually though his powers became somewhat a threat when they grew stronger and chunks of mineral began to fly out from the walls towards him almost causing a collapse.
- his powers manifest in a form of magnetism, where he's attracted to the mineral and it's attracted to him
- I don't know if I brought it across very well, but the mineral is almost living. when he touched it he became a part of it which was why he healed so quickly, escaped with very few injuries and also why the pool was empty when he returned. it became him.
- he eventually becomes sort of a guardian of the source, collapsing the wall again one night to keep it away from prying hands and close it off from the rest of the mine
- bram creates his own network of tunnels from which he can come and go as he pleases
- he considers his powers more of a curse rather than a blessing and hides away in his network of caves, occasionally deterring strangers and miners who stumble upon it
- the longer he spends with the source, the more his powers grow and evolve


the man from snowy river
[ leon ]

After having a splurge of inspiration for the Bram readoption, I don't think I have very much time left for this one, so again my ideas will be bullet pointed briefly:
- lives a quiet life up in the mountains with his horse ranch
- so scared of dying that he's completely paranoid about everything, his horses are the only relief from his fears
- gets very nervous when people approach his ranch
- used to be a very gifted rider but after his brother was involved in a riding incident he’s been petrified of leaving his regular grazing grounds
- makes a living from selling on some of his newer horses from breeding at the market
- lives primarily off the land but stocks up on extras he needs (and books) on his yearly trip to sell his horses at the market

[76heart]

quick mark!
trying out for Bram ahhh

Rana (eye catching, gaze longingly at) Dareen (beautiful fragrant flower) Dalal (fondness, passion, penchant, predilection, liking, partiality)

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