[roelian]

I love this kid a lot, but I don't really use him and I plan to go through and do a mass cleanse of my kalon storage. So he's up for adoption!
extra art here

This comp will end October 1st
You may use as many words, art pieces, or whatever that you need to answer the prompt! Extras are fine, go wild. Just know I'm judging mainly on the prompt.

PROMPT
For the longest time now, this kal has been running. From something? Somewhere? Or perhaps they're running towards something instead?

[acronymm]

Mark!

[honeycreeper]

big mark

[imperials]

oh god this kid has been a dream of mine for so long ???? def mark

[kolyakun]

mark!

[redhorizon]

Res omgggg

-forbidden love
-meant to fight for the vikings but his heart lies in the heart of the kingdom
-viking prince sort of thing??
-in love with the eldest princess
-running from the vikings, running towards his love

Name ideas??
Leif
Ragnar
Hrisovalantis (Riso for short)

I’ve been running for so long, I don’t really know which direction I’m even going anymore... It feels like just yesterday that I decided this life wasn’t the one I was meant to live, but the time in between is unending. I was born on the wrong side of this war, and the love of my life is on the other side of these walls. I was born into a position of power. I was a viking prince, I was unstoppable... And the day I realized I was the bad guy, I ran for it. Trygve caught me and before I could escape, he managed to bind me to a curse. The curse is a tracker. Wherever I go, it doesn’t take them long to find me. I can never rest. If I give up, they’ll take me back and strip me of any reputation I once had and toss me into the dungeon to rot.

[ethium]

hohoho ho
mrks

[Kassypen]

-slaps down a mark-

[~Rush Furry~]

𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔢: Ytsen

𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯: Male

𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔱:
- Who will I become....? I’m tired of running to find out just who or what I am, but I must go on. I cannot even begin to express my feelings about leaving my tribe.... my home.... my family.... but this must be done. I must do this. I must run. Run to find me. To find who I really am.

[Mnemosyne]

Lys bolted into the alleyway and ducked behind a crate, her heart pounding out of her chest. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, as she concentrated hard, pulling up a mental image of the wall she was in front of, minus her. With a mental push, the image wavered before appearing in front of her, shimmering for just a moment before settling in place. A series of footsteps came closer, closer to her hiding spot, sharp eyes glancing all over. "We've lost her!" one of the Kalons yelled, and there was a bit of disappointed grumbling before they left, heading back towards where they'd come from.

Lys breathed a sigh of relief as she tugged the hood down further over her head and dispelled the illusion. That was a bit too close of a call for her preferences. Padding quietly through the alleyways, she made her way back into her "hideout", shutting the door behind her. A chorus of voices greeted her from within, making her smile. She distributed the food that she'd managed to steal, giving the bread to the kits first.

Born as part of a clan of fierce warriors, situated on the outskirts of Empyris and on the edge of the Withered Barrens, Lys had been the pride of her family. Taught fighting and acrobatics at a young age, she'd been expected to join her family as a mercenary, generally at the beck and call of the monarch. But everything changed as soon as her magic manifested. Lys had always had an active imagination; imagine her family's horror when the things that she thought up actually began to manifest as visible images. From things as simple as imaginary friends to images of her parents, or her house, it was clear that Lys was gaining more and more control of her illusory magic. Her parents, panicked that they would be ruined for having a child with Black Magic, cast Lys out of their home and to fend for herself.

And so Lys wandered into Empyris, the capital of Raevannis, in order to find her place. Her skills with stealth and blade made her a natural thief, but it wasn't until she discovered another Kalon with so-called "Black Magic" in hiding that she truly began to find her purpose. After finding a home for herself and the other Kalons that Lys began stumbling across around the city, she decided to spearhead an effort to remove the stigma from Black Magic and its users, becoming somewhat of a vigilante. Her methods may be somewhat unorthodox, including freeing Kalons from imprisonment and breaking into government buildings, but Lys truly believes in the importance of her cause. Her end goal? To overthrow the current monarch and institute a new, freer state that can be accepting of all types of magic, without stigma and without hierarchy. But that may be long in the future; for now, Lys is focusing on taking care of her friends, hiding from the authorities, and plotting for the day that all of Raevannis can be freed from its own strict rules.

lyrics from Nightwish's "Escapist"