[pallis]

Kalons-- a species with soft manes and even softer hearts.

Monitored in forests across the globe for years, these animals
have recently been declared naturally tame as well as sentient.
Scientists are asking the general population to consider adopting
Kalons for further study in their capabilities of intelligence.

this kal was meant for something else but i never ended up using the lines, so i'm putting it up to adopt instead! to adopt this kalon, give me a fall themed palette and tell me how they feel about the season!

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username:
kalon name:
personality: [100 words max]
fall palette:
how do they feel about fall?: [500 words max]

this will end on October 7th at 11:59 pm mst
prettying up is allowed, but no extras!

[Liliette]

Wont make it in time, good luck!

[nermal1999]

username:nermal1999
kalon name: Shōuchéng
personality:
Shōuchéng is a kind quiet Kalon who has A personality of a gentleman.

He's quite patient and can find enjoyment in waiting

His favorite hobby is to write whether it's a story or a poem. He just finds great enjoyment in expressing his inner creativity.


Though he's grown up and had to face many of life's hardships he definitely has a kind and delicate heart.

[65/100]

fall palette:
how do they feel about fall?:

Shōuchéng has always loved Fall as a kid from the many beautiful colors of the leafs to the instant recognizable crisp smell that fills the air.

But as he's gotten older fall has become something different to him as he has learned that in life many things happen
Some good some bad, and that it's important to acknowledge the bad but it is also important to remember the good.

And it is because of Fall that Shōuchéng is able to forget the hard times in his life and pay more attention on the things that he is thankful for.

He also loves the big additional Thanksgiving dinners that are held within the session. And though he and his family have grown far apart Thanksgiving and Christmas are the one time that he and his family are able to get together and spend time in love and harmony. And even though there has been times we're he wasn't able to be with his family he's thankful to his friends who are happy to have him

Then there's the family traditions as the Thanksgiving turkey is passed around we're each person is to say what they're thankful for.

And though each year Shōuchéng always says the same thing each time it could never be more true.

All he us ever thankful for is the fact that he has so many family and friends who love him.
And the fact that he lives a good life.

What more could he want and what more could he feel but thankful.

And it's true, each season has a different meaning to him and he has different feelings for each one.
Fall is something that he loves and is happy to have to help him remember the good in his life.

Happy fall everyone!

[298/500]

[SilhouetteStation]

username: SilhouetteStation
kalon name: Calres

personality: (95/100)
On first impression Calres comes across as a quiet, thoughtful person; an observer rather than a talker, a man who carries an air of mystery upon his shoulders. He has a very strong sense of determination and, like a dog with a bone, won't let go of an idea very easily. Both cautious and wary of strangers, he much prefers to travel alone, and has visited many towns on his journey. Although his stays are often short, he enjoys dining on the local cuisine, and can rarely resist any kind of broth and noodle bowl.

fall palette: xxx

how do they feel about fall?: (498/500)

Calres is an illicit child.

The product of a forbidden romance between mortal and sprite, his birth was not something anyone could have foreseen. Even before his first mouthful of air, his destiny was already set in stone. Throughout his infancy, his childhood, his adulthood, two things have been constant; the feeling of being alone, and the yearning he felt for the fall season.

His mother did his best to care for him, of course, but others were always wary. Even now, no one can be sure of how his mixed blood affects him. He believes it is connected to the restlessness he felt as a child, and how that urge to roam has transformed into a desire to try and find something he feels is missing.

The other half of his creation.
The autumn sprite.

Every fall when the world is awash in comforting reds and golds, Calres sets out alone to try and find his second parent, despite not knowing how to find them, or knowing if they'd want to meet him.

He has a logical head on his shoulders, despite his seemingly wayward thinking. He cannot deny the connection he feels towards fall, a constant reminder of his heritage, but he also feels something else. A tugging at his core, an undeniable instinct to begin his yearly journey through the season of change in search of something that could change everything.

In his years of travelling he has seen many places, visited many towns, met many people. It was almost a relief to meet strangers who didn't know about his mixed blood, but he never stayed long enough to make friends. Being raised around cautious stares and quiet whispers, he much prefers being among forests and nature. He feels a sense of homeliness beneath intertwining branches and crisp leaves underfoot. It is only during fall that he can feel at peace out here alone, like the spirit of the season runs through his veins. Which, in truth, he supposed it did.

There was another truth, too, that he tried not to think about.

Deep down, he was afraid. Not of being rejected, no; he had never known his other parent, so there was no love lost. This journey was not a wasted one.

No, he was afraid that the tug, the connection he felt, was not a connection to his parent. That maybe his blood gave him a strong liking for autumn, but that it wasn't anything special. That he was not special, that he didn't share anything with the autumn sprite at all. But he never voiced his fears; he had spent far too many years to give up now. No, he had to force himself to believe that he was meant to do this; that if he could not find the sprite, he could at the very least find himself.

Fall was not just a favorite season. It was born into him, inherited from his father the sprite he was determined to find.

[MoonLesbian]

Username: MoonLesbian

Kalon name: Sparrow

Personality:

When you look at Sparrow, you’d see a tough, rough-and-tumble girl. She’s not afraid to say what’s on her mind, and she’ll make sure you know it—unless it involves emotional vulnerability. She’s really quite soft on the inside despite having trouble expressing it. She’s very protective and she’d do anything for her loved ones, even if it means putting herself in harm’s way. [64/100]

Fall palette: xxx
▊ #CC5B3B
▊ #982827
▊ #92617E
▊ #3C1832
(And maybe a lighter color from the picture too for balance, like ▊ #E8CEAD)

How do they feel about fall?:

Fall is death. Really, that’s what it is if you look at it logically. Sparrow had always known this because it was what her sister had taught her when she was small, but she never liked it much. Death is sad, and why would she want to think of a whole season as something sad when she could just look at the colors around her and pretend it was second spring?

Sparrow’s sister died in the fall, and for years it was all she could think about when the leaves began to turn. Wren had been right all along, and second spring was a childish ideal. It didn’t make sense. By winter, everything would be dead, not lush and green like summer following the spring months. Fall is death. Fall is full of ghosts.

But as it turns out, not all ghosts are bad. Sparrow saw Wren for the first time three years after her death, on the other side of her favorite pond. Wren had been gazing into the water, swirling a paw through it and creating no ripples. Sparrow thought she’d been seeing things—after all, the sun hadn’t come up yet—but no, it was her sister. Wren’s eyes lit up when she looked up from the pond and saw Sparrow, but by the time she got to the other side, the light of the sun had peeked over the horizon and Wren had faded away.

She didn’t appear again for a long time. Sparrow came back to check every morning before sunrise, just in case, but it was another full year before she arrived at the pond to find her sister waiting for her. The spectral form of her body flickered out of sight every few seconds like a flame, but she was there. Sparrow bounded to her side and tried to pull her into the last hug they’d never gotten. Her arm fell through Wren’s shoulders.

She’d never been much of a crier, even as a kit, but now she felt tears welling up in her eyes. It wasn’t fair! They were so young, too young. Wren should be there experiencing life with her.

Wren frowned and reached out to wipe Sparrow’s tears before realizing she couldn’t do it and slowly setting her paw down.

“I miss you so much,” Sparrow murmured. “I don’t know what else to say. I just miss you.”

Wren’s face softened.

“You can’t talk back, can you?”

Wren shook her head.

“Then I’ll just sit here with you,” Sparrow said, and she lay in the bed of leaves beside the water. Wren smiled and followed suit.

It doesn’t seem like much, to sit in silence one morning a year, but it’s everything to Sparrow. Yes, fall is full of ghosts, and she spends every summer looking forward to it.

[469/500]

[Grey_Hoodie]

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A walking, talking mystery with an eccentric taste in music, fashion and food and an unhindered pattern of riddled speech, eloquent and charming and utterly confusing. A steely expression puts off any joke, but Ellipsis always makes the attempt, as a laugh from anyone offers more reward than any old job could give him.

Although burdened with the occasional dark mood, Ellipsis is typically carefree, sauntering through towns as a vagabond eager to sate his wanderlust. Bravery, foolishness and yearning - he has it all and all of it’s necessary to walk into the world’s unknown depths without glancing back.

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There was nothing more entertaining to Ellipsis than the expectations of fall versus the true reality of it. So constant and prevalent in his life outdoors – where a number of years had been spent exposed to the torrents of spring, droughts of summer and deafening silence of winter – the enchanting appeal of each season had well and worn off. While he could still enjoy them as they came and went, there was no longer anything new or special to be discovered by him. Autumn remained a unique spectacle Ellipsis looked forward to each year. He loved the contradiction of it all.

The trees always burned in brilliant shades of crimson and scarlet, lining the forest walkways with crumbled sheets of gold. A sweltering glow encased the tree trunks and, seeping through the branches, shards of sunlight splattered across the forest floor to spark up intense arrays of color. It almost felt like the world was being consumed by flames, but the murky clouds that played so well as smoke in one’s fantasies were, in reality, heavy with sheets of rain. The warm atmosphere was always immediately dispelled by dark, unwavering storms and frigid winds always eager to soak through the clothes of any unfortunate wanderer. Ellipsis couldn’t find it in himself to hate it, though.

Every breath felt full and clean, and every step took his gaze from one sight to the next. Ellipsis was aware that fall was often associated with death and decay, but he loved being able to see all the ways nature broke away from that concept. While the trees would stretch out their limbs for one last colorful show before being coaxed into sleep by early snow, the animals would grow more active. From the squirrels scrambling to hide away their stash of nuts or the birds taking to the skies to seek out warmer lands, there was always something moving. In the rivers, the fish ducked into shallow rock pools to shelter their newborn eggs and in between the trees dashed a herd of deer eager to snack on berry bushes and sweetgrass before inevitably having to switch their diet over to bark and roots. There’d always be a tune fluttering through the air, drawn-out notes of a lazy songbird content to stay until the last possible minute.

There was always a comfort to the season Ellipsis enjoyed soaking up. The world didn’t stop just because an evitable change was being presented; it worked out new solutions to deal with it in style. So much of it was like a simplified version of his own life - being tossed problem after problem, unexpected situation after unexpected situation, and then having to deal with it – and he loved being able to see what journey the world around him took to handle it. There was nothing better to Ellipsis than experiencing the cycle of autumn every single year.

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[Brackensnake]

username: Brackensnake
kalon name:
personality: [100 words max]
Ticked off and introverted.
fall palette:
how do they feel about fall?: [500 words max]

They do not like it.

[deerbroken]

username: lavender towns
kalon name: Unyasa
personality:
Unyasa is a dedicated worker, and often finds himself so focused on his job that he forgets to eat. He gets irritated when something prevents him from working efficiently, and prioritizes finishing his directive over everything else. Though he seems closed off, the rare moments when he takes a break allow his softer side to shine through. Down at the bar he can be seen laughing and smiling, and during holidays he seems happy, if not a bit somber. He left a place called "Earth" to travel the stars in his youth, and he's been here ever since.
fall palette: x
how do they feel about fall?:
He stands, unmoving, in the chilly autumn breeze. Discarded leaves whirl around him, the sound of the wind through the trees soothing. His eyes are wide as he stares ahead at the burning colors of the world, the fiery hues lighting something in his heart, something long forgotten. Passion? Longing?

He can't put a word to it.

Faceless specters walk by, their feet crunching the dead leaves as they pass him. The clearing he stands in is an old park, one he used to visit frequently. One he hasn't seen in years. Benches line the concrete sidewalk and people go about their day, wearing warm coats and scarves to keep them protected from the cold. He didn't dress properly, but the brisk stinging of the chilled Fall air is a welcome memory. What he wouldn't give to return here. To Earth. It was everything he knew, long ago.

A sudden jerk breaks his connection, and everything goes black. He grimaces, irritated, and leans his head forward, pulling the black headset off of his skull. His eyes squint at the light in the room, and Unyasa blinks a few times, trying to clear his vision. A figure stands before him, and after a few moments of trying to recognize their face he puts it together.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, his tone somewhat unpleasant. He hears the other laugh nervously, and he reminds himself that he's not at work right now. There's no need to be critical.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," he begins, his hands wringing together as he avoids the kalon's stare. "But there are new missions posted on the board. I figured you'd want to look at them right away."

"Oh." His tone isn't as excitable as it usually is, and his hands clutch the VR headset now resting in his lap, his eyes skimming over the sleek black dome one more time before he nods. "Alright, I'll be there. Anything else?"

"No, that was it." His coworker smiles sheepishly, and he returns it. "You okay? It looked like you were really interested in your vision there."

"No, no," he says, waving his hand as he returns the headset to its resting place. "Just visiting a few old memories."

"Ah. You must miss Earth, huh?"

He frowns, the word putting a sour taste in his mouth. Earth.

"No, not so much anymore," he lies, "I was just reviewing some old missions." He offers another smile, but it's much more forced. His eyes tell a much different story than his words.

"Well... Okay. I'll let you get back to it." His coworker doesn't seem convinced, but he doesn't press the issue.

After he's gone, Unyasa stares at the headset, a dull pain in his chest.

I don't miss it, he thinks, trying to convince himself that the world he once called home wasn't that important to him anymore. It's just a planet. There are plenty of others like it. 

So why did he miss it so much?

[peachpit]

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♡ -- username peachpit • name Amoret • link here-- ♡
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♡-- personality amoret would best be described as a tough cookie. she is stern and sometimes cold, preferring to be on
her own rather than with others. most would say she is the polar opposite of her name meaning, sweetheart. however,
they would be wrong! amoret is actually a hidden sweetheart. she is very shy about her crushes and would avoid them,
while also savoring every moment with her. amoret cherishes her loved ones dearly, she's just never been the best at
showing her affection. and that is why she is tough, but sweet like a cookie. [95/100]


♡-- feelings of fall amoret quite likes autumn. before it was because everyone starts to stay inside and she could do her
work without the constant chatter of kalons outside her workshop. then she can open her windows and listen to the
rustle of trees and smell the bakery cooking pumpkin pies down the road. sometimes the aroma tempts her to get a scone
and coffee. but, the more calming environment of fall aids her ability to focus on her work, carving marble sculptures. that
all was before a customer had walked in. or rather, an art admirer to be more exact. she introduced herself and started to
make small talk while amoret finished her latest work. the topic of fall came up, and amoret's attention was captured when
she started to talk about fall in such a dream-like way. the customer refused to call it fall because ❝ autumn ❞ had a better
ring to it. she loved how the air smelled different, the shifting of animals appearances for winter, and the overall loving
attitude autumn brings. something about they way the girl mooned about autumn softened amoret for a second.
or maybe it was the way she was somehow making amoret fall in love with her.

ever since then, autumn was special for amoret, ya'know? it just seems to remind her of her girlfriend ;)
[223/500]

[honeycreeper]

username: Honeycreeper66
kalon name: Automne
personality: He's an introverted extrovert, meaning that he thrives around others, but would rather be with one friend or alone. He gets antsy really easily, and that leads to him being snappy, coming back at people with quips that would seen mean, but he's just meaning to defend himself. Automne thinks small, but dreams big. He always seems to have his head in the clouds or mumbling about a thought that he hasn't been able to shake. He is the definition of a daydreamer, always thinking too much, but his imagination seems to think too much as well.
fall palette: link
how do they feel about fall?: Automne loves the fall. He loves how the leaves seen to fall apart at the seams once they've fallen from the trees, the air is brisk but warm and the emotion that floats through the air is almost suffocating. All in a good way, of course. The obvious excitement about Halloween always gets him riled up, the idea of skeletons and monsters just becoming alive in a sense, is all too thrilling to him. He likes the way the trees die and come to life, dark leaves floating aimlessly around his paws before crumbling once more.

The way that the life of a once tall tree can give way so easily, but come back stronger than ever is inspiring in a way. He like the rain, how it pours and leaves stains on paper books - that one he's not too happy about, he had just bought the newest edition of his favorite novel, but hey; it did make for a pretty good painting - and the pitter patter of the sound ricocheting off of his fur. The soft 'drip drip' seemed never-sending, but the rain had to end some time.

And when it did, he liked the sunrise even more. the bright color of the sun enlightening his surroundings in brown and gold, it was ethereal. Yes, Autumn was beautiful, and he loved the way it painted hid and pronounced his surroundings in a new light.