[Lady Tuesday]

Mark

[Breado]

username; Breado
name; Berhane "Bruno"
[Berhane, meaning "my light" in Amharic]
gender; M
tail(s) and shine design;
extras;
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An only child, born into a poor family, Berhane was treasured as his family's only hope for survival. Taught by his father, Berhane became a thief; only stealing from the rich who misused their money, he became something like Robin Hood to the children around the neighborhood.
His greed, though well intentioned, grew strong over time: he soon went from stealing only a few coins a day to stealing valuable jewelry and gems from wherever he saw them, be it a rich kalon who misused money or not. Despite being poor and sick, his family didn't see this as good as Berhane thought, but they couldn't do anything. Whatever they said, Berhane just didn't listen.

One day, the young kalon saw a strange and expensive-looking box in the paws of a seller. The kalon was old, but she seemed rich; a fine and expensive-looking cloth with golden edges was draped over her head, hiding her face from the eyes of strangers. Berhane saw several golden earrings decorating her torn ears, and a golden, gem-decorated bracelet was around her arm.
But despite all that gold, the only thing that seemed to catch his interests was that box. He felt like it was calling for him. He wanted it. He had to get it.
After waiting for the perfect moment, Berhane went for it: the seller was not looking, he snatched the box from the chair it sat on and ran.
Only stopping when he got into an alley, the young kalon took a closer look at the mysterious box. It was weirdly shaped, and it felt like it was pulsating in his paws.

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As he held it, a strange feeling came over him. A moment later, the box opened.
Inside it was only steam at first, which started to slowly flow out of the box. It was like the steam was starting to envelop his paws; it felt cold yet warm, heavy yet light, both at the same time.
He couldn't help but stare at what was happening. Like he was being hypnotized. Was the steam even real?
As it started to clear, Berhane could see something resting in the box:
He jumped a bit as the box suddenly closed with a loud click. But it didn't close by itself; a paw rested on top of the lid, and the kalon ot was connected to glared at him angrily, yet her expression was more surprised than mad.
The old kalon Berhane stole the box from found him.
Instead of taking it back, though, she simply lead him away back to where she stayed while she was in town and explained to him what the box was and, after Berhane told her, why he felt like it was calling him.

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The Key of Vaehniel has chosen its new Keykeeper.

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Berhane had heard about the key before: legend says the city of Belhaven, the largest, oldest and most magnificent city in the country was built with the help of an angel, Vaehniel. The angel created a living, mechanical being: on its back, the city, the heart of the country rested. Vaehniel sent it into a deep sleep; the angel then let the key choose a guardian. Since then, it has been choosing guardian after guardian, waiting for someone to wake the mechanical beast up from its slumber. But the key in itself was a source of great power: its connection to the city made it possible for guardians to summon automatons made of the city itself, find lost or hidden objects (especially if said object had magic) and open any lock that was made in the city. They say whoever wakes the Sleeping City, they will have control over a being of unimaginable power.
The old kalon knew the tradition among Keykeepers: she had to help the young kalon learn to use key properly (and not to misuse it to his own benefit). Despite how much Berhane didn't want the responsibility, there was no room for slipping away from this important duty. But she had to hurry, because the reason she came to Berhane's little town was a mysterious gang's appearance in the big city. They wanted the key; she could only guess what for, but she wasn't about to give it to them to find out. Yet, the old kalon had to go back to Belhaven now. A big storm was coming and if she doesn't train the boy, everything will be lost.

So the two set out on an airship to the Living City, Belhaven; Berhane, though not looking forward to it, has to start to learn how to master and use the key the best he can.

"Be it for my own benefit... Or for Belhaven."

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Some things about him:
Berhane is a bit of a cleptomaniac, but he says the reason for that is to keep his family alive. He actually does give everything he stole to them, so at least he's right, but he just can't not grab something that looks expensive and run away with it! He's a "see it to belive it" kalon who finds it hard to see the truth unless you have physical evidence of it (or a really good explanation). And despite being a thief, thanks to his mom, he's actually quite a gentleman.
He loves running on rooftops and the view the heights offer him! He also likes annoying others with lame jokes (especially dad jokes).
His favorite things include strawberries, brass goggles, the ticking of pocketwatches and the smell of cut grass.
But being late, small places, being the center of attention and stormy weathers are on his list of disliked things.

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Some facts:

Even though he can still run just as well as before, Berhane has a slimp on his front right wrist. This is due to an accident when he fell down from a rooftop as a kit. It still hurts sometimes, but he's gotten used to running with it. He has to let it rest for a while after he stops, though, before he starts running and jumping again.

When he told his parents he was leaving to Belhaven, his mom gave him an earring, one of the first things she successfully stole in her life; and his dad gave him his never-used cloak he received from his late brother.

His first friend in thebbig city was a mynah. His mentor, the old kalon lady found the poor thing in a broken pipe when it was still too young to fly. She didn't know how it got to a place where there were no trees around, so she took it home, giving Berhane am opportunity to occupy himself between training sessions.

Using the Key of Vaehniel requires energy. One would think summoning automatons requires the most amount, but it actually doesn't! Summoning an automaton lasts for only a short time, since after its summoned, it works like a normal machine. One just has to tell it what to do, and it will do it! Or not, depends on what kind of an automaton you want.

[Meduz]

human head
tail and shine design
art by Jade
About the shine:
It's from the symbol for spirituality, which is an anti clockwise spiral. It is also inspired by the widdershins symbol which is commonly associated with bad luck. These are both symbols used in witchcraft so it's a perfect combination for this clumsy witchy boy.

[royalpoppy]

mork

[elio.]

username; kuro,
name; tillie
gender; female
tail(s) and shine design;
extras; [optional]
most likely will add smthin like a moodboard or idk if i have time

[chris is tired]

username; kiri.
name; xiao
gender; male
tail(s) and shine design; wip !
extras; wip maybe

[dogtreat]

prompt traits: one tail, wrapped at base, iridescent cactus shine

username; azkaboy
name; E-14 OR Fourteen
gender; Female
age; Adult
occupation; Shepherd/Farmer

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personality; Quiet ; Hardworking ; Loyal ; Courageous ; Honest
likes; Cacti & Succulents ; Sheep ; Hot Dry Weather ; Thunderstorms & Lightning ; Glowbugs
dislikes; Humid Weather ; Cities ; Vehicles ; Bread
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history; If she did have a name, she no longer knows it. Newly discovered to be smarter than average wildlife, Fourteen was one of several new kits captured on the edges of the Congo. Her early years were spent holed up in a testing facility, measuring intelligence, emotional capability, and sapience. She was liberated during a raid by local peacekeepers and nursed to health on a family farm. She's since taken her position up as a shepherd; herding her flock about as dutiful as any two-legged flesh sack.

[womp womp]

username; diamond sapphire
name;
gender;
tail(s) and shine design;
extras; [optional]

ovo!

[Nyakuni]

username; Nyakuni
name; Arbhor
gender; m
tail(s) and shine design;



extras; Old-school charming as heck and secretly tough as nails. ;)

[lovestruck]

“The sun filtered through Eleanor’s dusty windows, prompting the young kalon to open her eyes with a groan. Yet another day of torture awaited her. Relentless teasing, being shoved into walls or gawked at- that was all that awaited Eleanor at school. She trudged into the kitchen, and somberly ate her small bowl of cereal before guzzling down a glassblowing of juice. Eleanor Goldberg was not a happy kalon. Her eyes had lost their youthful sparkle, the pep in her step was gone. She was a husk of what she had once been.
After throwing on some hastily chosen clothes, she said goodbye to her mother, and began on her daily walk to school. As she finally reached the school building, she dropped her head, making sure to avoid making eye contact with her peers, or do anything that would make them decide to begin taunting her. She rushed into her first period, where she sat at the same old desk in the back of the classroom, away from the critical eyes of others.
After the bell had rung, the door to the classroom cracked open, and a shy, worried looking face popped through. Eleanor peered at her woefully, wondering if perhaps it were a new student- yet another merciless kalon to ruin her life. After speaking briefly with the teacher, the new kalon came in, hoisting her backpack further onto her shoulders nervously. As Eleanor looked her up and down, she was filled with a sort of awe. This new kalon... she was just like Eleanor. She wore the same hiking boots Eleanor had always been teased for, had colorful bandaids all over her body... but best of all, she wore a tank top sporting the name of the local mountains, Falcon’s Peak. As she began to head towards the only open desk, Eleanor’s heart began to pound. The desk was right next to her, as nobody had wanted to sit next to the classroom freak.
Eleanor gave the newcomer a soft smile, getting somewhat hopeful as the new kalon sat down next to her. “Erm, hello. I’m Eleanor, what’s your name?” “Sierra,” she responded quietly. “So you like uh, the mountains..” Eleanor inquired shyly, afraid of instant rejection. A wide grin split across Sierra’s face, “Why yes, yes I do.” “Well,” said Eleanor, “maybe we should go hang out there, uh, after school or something?”
And from that moment on, the two kalon’s lives would never be the same.

Eleanor spends all of her time in the outdoors, particularly in the mountains. She loves to hike trails, and camp in the mountains for days on end, just spending time with herself and the nature. This is why I chose to make her shine two leafy branches, to represent her love for the forests and nature. I made it gold both because it matches with her coat, but it also represents her heart of gold. Eleanor is always willing to help anyone, anytime. She’s a sweet, outgoing kalon, and probably the most empathetic girl you’ll ever meet, even despite the way people treated her.

Eleanor grew up in a typical little town. She never fit in much with anyone, and always had thousands of scrapes from all her time spent in the outdoors. That meant her typical outfit included tons of colorful bandaids. Nobody truly understood her, and she was teased by everyone at school. Everyone, except for Sierra.When she was going through the toughest part of her life, Sierra was transferred to her middle school. That was when Eleanor’s life would change for the better. It was as if the two were just simply meant to be. They both loved the forests, and Eleanor was more than happy to listen to Sierra raving about her love for all things astrology, so long as she got a turn to speak as well. They planned camping trips together, stargazed, and even trail blazed. They loved finding new paths and discoveries within the forest near their town. They would catch fireflies together, and run through seemingly endless meadows, before returning home, excited for the next afternoon, when they’d reunite again. Unfortunately, life pulled the two onto separate paths. Sierra was bound to become a cosmologist, and Eleanor to be a biologist. They went to different colleges, and their childhood expeditions came to an end. They still keep in touch, however, and Sierra will forever hold a special place in Eleanor’s heart. Without Sierra, Eleanor would’ve forever been an outcast, with nobody who cared for her. Perhaps she wouldn’t have made it through those last few years, if it weren’t for her one and only true friend.

It is hard to stay true to yourself when the whole world is pushing against you, telling you to change, or that you’re not enough. But Eleanor never altered herself to fit the mold everyone else wanted her in. She not only stayed herself, but she continues to be kind to everyone she meets, despite the ways they treat her.
Eleanor lives in a small cottage on the edge of the woods, where she enjoys playing her ukulele and singing, or simply sitting in the words and listening to the trickling of the creek. She works in the field of biology, and actually works at a national park. Along with helping find solutions to maintain wildlife, she helps to teach visitors about the nature, and what they can do to help preserve it. It makes her happy to think that she’s helping to keep one of her favorite places safe, for generations to come.
Along with nature, music and poetry have always played a huge part in Eleanor’s life. Writing downspg lyrics or verses from poems kept her going, because they inspired her. She even began to write her own songs, to play on her beloved ukelele, where she poured out every emotion of hers. Music is her outlet, the place where she can truly be herself, and share all of her secrets. It’s her hiding place, her refuge. Eleanor even creates fun songs for children visiting the park to sing along to, to learn about the nature in a more entertaining way. When Eleanor was feeling sad or distressed as a younger kalon, she’d turn to her music as her sole friend (before she met Sierra of course).
Overall, Eleanor is a sweet, nature loving girl. She loves her ukelele and all things music, and does her best to help both nature and those around her.