[Mina Ashido]

username:

LittleEcho

kalon name:

Monci [Ma-on-see]

personality:

a calm girl, usually listening to music or chilling and sun bathing. She likes to read quietly or watch the leaves fly by. Occasionally (more than he should) walks through the woods. Rarely gets angry, has such a high level of patience. Knows how to assert what's right though. Looks mean, isn't. She's down to earth, and loves the simple things. Plants, animals. Loves to snooze, sleep, nap. All that. No matter what time she's open to it.

fall palette:

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how do they feel about fall?:

Loves fall, the best time to go outside and fall asleep under a tree. The temperature isn't too hot or cold. The breeze settles nicely. She loves the fall as much as she loves Holidays. A nice scarf and latte brings great pleasures.

[fish-soda]

username: fish-juice
kalon name:
personality: [100 words max]
fall palette: here!
#CDCDCD • #BCB6B6 • #B799A1 • #9C8491 • #B46E66 • #6F6E74
how do they feel about fall?: [500 words max]

WIP!

[waterglow]

username: waterglow

kalon name: Tomber Bernard

personality: While his name is Tomber, he prefers to be called Bernard. He originally came to America from France so people constantly butcher the pronunciation of his name. He's an artist that lives in Portland, surviving off black coffee and Marvel movies. His personality changes depending on who he's around, making him very unpredictable and hard to interact with. One minute he's composed and content, the other he's getting into a heated argument with the grocery store clerk.

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fall palette: Dark Cider <3
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how do they feel about fall?: [500 words max]

Thicc wip omggg

[FluffyBirdie]

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

res!

[SaltyBirb]

username: SaltyBirb
kalon name: Jamie
personality: Quiet and calm, he doesn't like to put too much effort when doing things, he's usually listless.
fall palette:

how do they feel about fall?:
The beginning of fall is when Jamie's hibernation starts. The warm colors and cool breeze of autumn never fail to make him sleepy. He's usually seen on his couch, sleeping beside his gigantic and fluffy dog named Coco.

[spirittai1]

user: spirittai1 | name: hmmm
██ #D0DDF0 - ██ #CD5348 - ██ #C2342A - ██ #6E1920 - ██ #48232A



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[justamindset]

Markkk

[néktar]

[ username néktar | kalon name malakai ]
personality malakai is not the most liked, he tends to keep to himself and try his best to stay away from others
and their affairs. it's not that he dislikes others, it's more so that he is afraid of them and what they may do to him or
say to him. it's an irrational fear but instead of cowering away from them he more so just shrugs them away and blatantly
tells them off; leaving many with a bitter taste in their mouths. he is harsh with his words and seems to only have rough
and cold edges to his personality.
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fall malakai sees fall as a time of rejuvenation. when nature and the world goes into a peaceful slumber, a gentle
hibernation.

[aeth]

username. aethillie

kalon name. Lycoris

personality. Cynical and extremely pessimistic, Lycoris is spiteful
with a fierce persecution complex coupled with quick wit and a sharp
tongue. He's quick to start a fight despite being not one to act on his
own initiative, following the orders of others instead. Contrary to his
cool appearance and behavior, he loves sweets. Lycoris has a rather
negative personality, but he hides a really sweet side to him that enjoys
bringing mischief to those around him and entertaining others. His
favorite past time is perfume making and playing the bass guitar. [90]

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how do they feel about fall?:
October brings nostalgia, always. As the leaves fall and the lights start to come on earlier and earlier, Lycoris is swept back to the gloomy afternoon streets of the town where he lived. He can still feel that bitter wind that bored into him, and he can see those down-at-heel combat boots on his poor, neglected bare feet. There he was sitting in his room, listening to sad love songs, smoking a menthol cigarette and pretending to enjoy it, staring out of the window across the car park, waiting and wishing for something to happen. But it is a funny kind of nostalgia. He feels not 20, but anticipatory again. His body clock has synced itself with the academic terms so that it is autumn, not January, that feels to him like the new year. All around him the natural world expresses its sense of an ending – wilting, declining and shedding – but in his head there’s a stirring of something new. And so, added to his memories of leaving home in October, are other, later memories of boarding a tour bus and setting out to play a new album to a bunch of disorientated youngsters who had only just left home. The town where only a year or so earlier he had been saving up to buy spam sandwiches, and drinking grenadine in the union bar – were now the setting for his adult career. Another new beginning, a sharp change to coincide with the snap of cold in the air.

It’s also when he met 'him', that’s why he sound so wistful. Oh, and why not? Ten years ago now, and all his first memories of them are autumnal – ankle-deep in leaves, sharing his scarf, kissing in overcoats in front of a gas fire. For some reason the first flowers 'he' bought him were red tulips, stranded out of their natural season. He put them in an empty milk bottle on his windowsill and left them there till long after the petals had dropped and dried, and the stems had wound themselves this way and that, like vines, in search of a little paltry northern light. He didn’t want to get rid of them; no one had ever given him flowers before. Typical of 'him' to buy spring flowers in October, always a bit contrary. He finds it hard to picture himself in daylight when he looks back; it seems they were always on their way somewhere through the dusk, the streetlights were always glowing, the evening stretched ahead, as did his whole life. [428]