[Creamflame]

Name: Darya -> Meaning = The Sea
Gender: female
WIP

[Knickknacks]

name:: psyche . gender:: female . occupation:: soul weaver

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‘Soul weaver’ is a... really ambiguous way to describe my job. I don’t blame you for being confused. Let me explain it better:

I see the threads that interconnect kalons. You’ve heard that some cultures believe in a red thread connecting soulmates? It’s kind of like that, except with millions upon millions more threads.

I see the threads connecting soulmates, yeah. But they’re not red- more of a shimmery gold-silver color. It’s really quite pretty; I sometimes wish others could see them.

It’s also really, really confusing. I can’t pick and choose which threads I see. They’re insubstantial, so thankfully I don’t get tangled in them- unless you count the confused, tangled feeling my brain gets sometimes. Because soulmates aren’t the only relationships kalons have, you know!

I see the threads connecting friends and family, the cute shiny pink threads that show up when someone has a crush, and the awful cold black threads that appear when someone hates someone else. Don’t ask me how something insubstantial like a soul thread can radiate cold, because I don’t know. All I do know is that they’re awful.

And that’s where the ‘weaving’ part of my job comes in. I’m supposed to help guide soulmates to each other, mend parent-child relationships, help enemies forgive each other so they can sever those awful black threads- that sort of thing. I can only occasionally appear to mortals in physical form, so usually I work by tugging threads and whispering in their ears- that sort of thing. I like waiting until the night, when most people are asleep, so that I can sort out some threads without worrying about the owner or owners of those threads moving around and getting all mixed up with others.

It can be a little frustrating sometimes- mortals can be so dense about feelings sometimes! And there’s... a lot to keep track of. But I do love my job. I love helping others along in life, and kind of get to feel close to them even if I can’t actually talk to them.

Sometimes it’s a little lonely. But that’s okay. I can handle it. I do handle it.

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Psyche was used to knots. She dealt with them daily.

Not knots as in strings- the knots in people’s lives. She worked as a Soul Weaver, an invisible spirit responsible for helping the surprisingly oblivious mortals work through their lives.

It was surprisingly difficult at times- not to mention lonely, being invisible and all. But Psyche had, over time, come to accept this (or so she told herself). She had come to enjoy knots, to like puzzling out kalons’ ties to one another. There was a sort of pattern to it, if you looked hard enough- and with time, things could work out beautifully.

They didn’t always, though- that was a lesson Psyche had had to learn the hard way. Sometimes, even with all her nudging and prodding, mortals still strayed down paths she tried to keep them from, becoming self-destructive or isolated or lonely- or all three. Some of the lonely ones reminded her uncomfortably of herself, but she tried not to dwell on it. She tried her best for those she could, and only hoped they wouldn’t spurn her invisible leading.

Psyche may have been used to knots, but she always was on the outside looking in. That is, she was never tangled up in them herself. Since she couldn’t be seen by the mortals, none of them could develop relationships or ties to her. That was fine, Psyche figured. It would only make things more complicated for them, having an immortal friend who could see into their feelings. Every day, she waded into the sea of threads, doing her best to guide and untangle and forget how truly alone she was.

Until she wasn’t.

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This isn’t possible.

Psyche wondered if it was possible for immortal beings to faint. She’d never done it before, but certainly felt like she might be about to.

They could sleep for sure- and though, strictly speaking, she didn’t completely need sleep, a short nap was helpful every now and then. So maybe since she could sleep, it was possible to faint as well. Or dream- she could be dreaming. This certainly felt like it could be a dream, given how unstable everything felt all of a sudden.

Psyche reached down, her hand trembling, and plucked at the shining string stretching outward from her midriff. It vibrated, bouncing along, disappearing among the other strings stretching across the crowded square in front of her, and her heart gave a funny little tug as she watched it. Was there music playing? Psyche shook her head, trying to clear the faint noise from her head.

She’d seen these threads before- they were hard to come by, and even harder to untangle, but by far the most beautiful. Soulmate threads. The cord seemed to wink at her, shimmering gold one moment and silver the next, stretching off toward... who? There had to be someone at the other end of her string.

Psyche still wasn’t entirely sure this was real, but she was seized with a sudden intense *hope* that it was, as well as a frantic desire to find the end of her string, and whoever was at the other end, and maybe feel a little less alone once she did.

But Psyche had seen enough soulmate pairs over her work to know it was never that simple. She knew, logically, that she couldn’t just run off to find whoever-it-was and abandon her job.

But the presence of this thread, signifying that there was someone out there, meant for her, awakened a kind of need in her she hadn’t really acknowledged. A need for true companionship. The idea of going back to her job now, of continuing to be invisible to the mortals who didn’t even know she was helping them- seemed all too unsatisfactory to Psyche now.

She didn’t want to rush, though. Psyche had seen how rushing and overeagerness could throw wrenches into things before. She had gone this long without being attached to anyone. She could wait a little longer before finding out who this apparent soulmate of hers was.

(Not too long, she hoped.)

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(khhhh I wrote this a little late and didn’t get as much done as I wanted to but I hope this is. Coherent? Thanks for the opportunity to try for this gal, this concept idea just seized me by the neck and I got really excited about it ^^)

[ArcticWaterDrake]

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Theme Song - Fireflies by Owl City

She/her/hers---------------------------------------------------------------

-Astronomy
-Star-gazing
-Planet conservation
-Painting
-Quiet
-Baking
-Gardening
-Staying up late
-Sleeping in
-Cats

-Loud noises
-Pollution
-Eggs and bacon
-Rude kalons
-Waking up early
-Going to bed early
-Cramming
-Dogs
-Parrots
-Cleaning
-Waiting

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Birthday: February 24th
Zodiac: Pisces
Orientation: Lesbian
Gender: Female
Poem:

Bright are the
stars that shine
together,
but those alone
are seen almost
never.

Yet somehow
us beings find
it hard to
imagine,

a world where
everything
works
together,
in harmony,
forever.

Why do you
hide away
from the others?
Why does it
scare you so?

Is being alone
truly superior,
or does heaven
say something
more?

They claim to
know what lies
beyond the
stars, but really
you can't be
sure.

Only the one
who looks beyond
the surface,
can see that
there is so much
more.

From the brightest
hypergiant
to the darkest
black hole,

Space is vast,
almost infinite.

But even space,
has an end,
if we can ever
find it.

---The lillies swayed softly in the wind, while a single owl's hoot pierced the night.
Astral sat up in her bunk and stumbled over to the small, square window across
the room, careful not to wake her roommates. Her small succulent drooped in
the windowsill, and she made a mental note to water it after she was done.
But right now there were much more important matters at hand.

Astral checked the clock for time. It was 2:08 a.m..

"The comet should pass any minute now," she thought to herself,
twiddling her thumbs impatiently.

Suddenly, a bright streak of light cut across a midnight canvas, painting
a picture of the wonder and sheer power of the heavens. Astral stood,
transfixed, and watched the brilliant object pass out of view, beyond
the horizon. She was breathless. The clock ticked to 2:09 a.m..

It had only lasted a few seconds, but the moment had seemed like a light year,
infinitely long, yet strangely finite. She sighed and turned away from the glass.
A pitcher of lemonade sat on the counter, and that reminded her, she had to
water her succulent. Sighing with satisfaction, Astral tip-toed over to the
tiny kitchen sink in her dorimitory, and took a plastic cup from the honey-colored
wooden cabinet. Filling the vessel with liquid, she thought about the first time she'd
seen a comet, only a young kit...

"But momma, I don't wanna go to bed!" the small blue-haired kit pouted. Her
mother sighed exasperatedly, but before she could persuade her daughter, young
Astral continued, "The comet is going to pass tonight! I need to see it!"

"The comet? I didn't think you'd be interested in that. Aren't you tired?" her mother
seemed surprised at the exclamation.

The brown little kalon frowned and rolled her eyes. "It only comes once every, like,
billion years though!" she exaggerated. Her mother chuckled and finally gave in.

"Alright, I guess you can stay up a little longer, but you're going to bed right after,
ok?" she emphasized the time that Astral must get back to sleep.

"Ok!" her daughter replied happily, and crawled up onto the bench seat next to her
window. Checking the time on her alarm clock, she settled in. After all, it was a
weekend, she could just, sleep in tomorrow.

Minutes passed, though it felt like hours to the not-so-patient kit. Just when she was
about to let out a yawn of defeat- it happened. A piercing light jetted across the sky,
its brightly shining tail trailing through the atmosphere. Her eyes stretched in wonder,
Astral watched the comet's descent until it disappeared over the horizon.

She went right to bed after, just as her mother had requested, but she couldn't get
that image out of her head. So powerful, so commanding, so beautiful! She didn't
fall asleep until well past midnight, and woke up bleary eyed and reluctant to move.
But it was worth it. Totally, 100 percent, no-doubt-about-it, worth it...

"And that's why I decided to become an astronomer," the college graduate explained
to the crowd full of young, impressionable kalons.

"Just like I was..." she thought privately to herself. That day Astral had been
asked by the local elementary school to give a presentation about her career choice,
and, of course, she had obliged. Although she had described her experience many,
many times, it still felt like a dream. The kindergarten to fifth graders clapped as
she finished up and Astral smiled contentedly. As she was packing up her things,
one of the teachers came over to speak with her.

"Thank you for giving the presentation," the warm kalon smiled.

"No problem, it was my pleasure!" Astral replied. Secretly, she had been a little
nervous about speaking in front of so many kalons, even if the were just
elementary school students. But the reassurance that she had done well caused
her worry to dissipate once and for all, and she left that school knowing
she had done well.

Astral would never tire of telling that story, never ever.

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[SilentMelody]

Username: SilentMelody | Name: Rahmiel | Gender: male

Rahmiel is the angel of mercy and love, which is why he has a halo mixed with baby blue and light pink. He's very humble and romantic, taking pity on the simplest of creatures. However, when he's faced with a creature that has more power than he does, he's unsure of what to do and ends up getting twisted in the terrible tale.


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Just like all other things in life, there needs to be some balance. This also applies to angels.

Azrail is the angel of death. Unlike the other angels, he's struggled with his position the most. He overtook the original angel's job and name, despite not remembering what he'd done during his mortal life. For centuries, he completed his tasks in peace and didn't complain.

In modern times, Rahmiel came into his position as the angel of mercy and love. He quickly met many angels and didn't come to admire many of them other than Azrail, whose job as a "grim reaper" fascinated him. The angel of mercy and love also felt his heart-strings being pulled at how lonely and sad that job could be. He decided to make Azrail fall in love with the next mortal he saw, and it wasn't until she died that he realized it was a mistake. The angel of death had to help his lover to the other side, and he couldn't do anything else to help her.

Azrail was heartbroken and furious, bringing his anger to Rahmiel because he knew that the angel had been the cause. Rahmiel could do nothing but cry and apologize, which brought no comfort to the other angel.

For years now, Azrail has held a harsh grudge against the angel of mercy and love.

Through this time, Rahmiel has realized that he has been in love with Azrail from the beginning. Despite his powers, the angel of death hasn't fallen in love with him.

Azrail will have to discover a change of heart for Rahmiel's dreams to come true.

[ikari shinji]

mark <3

[Zephara]

Annalise ~ Female ~ Musician

[CorruptedSong]

little mark~

[faunsie]

might drop

[honeycreeper]

mark

[lucas tazmily]

Username -- Pufferheart
Kalon's name -- Lina
Kalon's gender -- female

Personality -- Lina is one of the nicest kalons you'll ever meet. She has a very big heart that is always helping others. Basically, her whole life resolves around helping others. Lina is determined to make the world a better place. This is one of the reasons why she opened up her cafe.

History -- Lina grew up with two perfectly average parents. They fed her, made her do chores, and taught her right from wrong, but they mostly did their own things while she did her things. Her Grandma was the one who pushed her and inspired her to do great things. Every weekend, Lina and her Grandma would get together to hang out. Her Grandma was her best friend. Lina's Grandma taught her how to make cookies, cross-stitch, make extra cheesy macaroni, how to swim, and how to make tasty ice-cream cake. She and her Grandma created many happy memories.
When her Grandma died, Lina's whole life came crashing down. She felt sad all the time. Lina didn't know how to break out of this spell until one day while browsing the internet, she came across a kalon that was selling books and donating the money to people in need. Lina became inspired by this kalon, and decided to open up a cafe.

The Cafe -- Lina's Cafe is what she decided to call it. Half the profits of her cafe go to kalons in need, such as the homeless, research centers with kalons researching how to cure diseases, and hospitals. Lina enjoys doing her job as manager of her cafe. She is glad everyday that she knows that she is making a difference to some kalon around the world.