[ExVenor]

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

[Cyrano]

username: s-simplicity
kalon name: Chevrel

personality: Thank you so much deleted to be used elsewhere


how do they feel about fall?:
using for another concept : )

[Nikki6Ashba]

Username:
Nikki6Ashba
kalon name:
Kanoske
Personality:
Kanoske gives an outer appearance of being a strong, stoic, leader, ready to leap into the midst of battle to claim glory and dominance. Yet things are not always as they appear. This solitary figure gazing out over the land, is most likely lost in thought pondering what he should be having for dinner or what the weather's going to be the next day. His silence and antisocial habits often get him mistaken for a hardened loner, but really he's just a bit of an airhead with a stern face. He's easily distracted, and rarely as serious as he looks.
How do they feel about fall?:
Fall brings a melody of emotions through the young males heart. The calm serenity, accented with a small rustle of leaves being blown in the wind brings him peace, yet the nipping chill in the air and death of plants reminds him the harshness of winter is fast approaching and he needs to prepare. If given the choice, he'd love to spend his days strolling through thickets of colorful leaves, taking in that crisp cool air. On the other paw though he doesn't want to be caught off guard and be left freezing or starving when the weather takes a turn and winter arrives. He's often caught in a flurry, running around to gather all he will need to survive the impending cold, while also getting very distracted by the beautiful colors and wondrously fun piles of leaves to just dive right in to.Autumn brings him immense joy, but also a harsh reality check that he is an adult with responsibilities, that if not attended to, will leave him quite literally out in the cold.

Fall palette:

[Kassypen]

username: Kassypen
kalon name: Næturskriðlara (night crawler in Icelandic) But more commonly referred to as Sýn
personality: [100 words max] wip
fall palette:
how do they feel about fall?: [500 words max] wip

[hellb0und]

username: inferno.
kalon name: Octavia.
personality: Before the crash, Octavia was a simple girl, carefree and warm-hearted. Though the events changed her per
ception, as she's now generally cold, snappy, and distant. The whole thing certainly impacted her mental health as well.
Causing her to have spontaneous outbursts and sudden flashbacks.
fall palette: Here!
how do they feel?:
Octavia, in fact, used to be very fond of the crisp, eerie month. That is, until it happened.
Octavia and her mother had a tradition they'd followed since she was only three, every October 30th,
they'd stay up until midnight and indulge themselves in their homemade pumpkin pie while lighting a
new candle that was added to the rest, marking whichever Halloween it was for Octavia. Starting on
her third, and carrying on all the way through her fifteenth.
Octavia's father was, unfortunately, never in the picture for her. He had left after discovering her mother
was pregnant and left her to her own vices.
Now, Octavia understandably held a deep hatred for this ghost of a man. Her mother had forgiven him, b
ecause that's who she was. A good person. But it wasn't like on the occasion Octavia didn't hear the muffled
sobs coming from her room, and it broke her heart. Her mother deserved the world and then some more. Sh
e knew that for certain.
Now, it was October 30th, she was sixteen. They'd gone out to get a new lighter, as the old one wouldn't
start up. Living in the boonies though as they had meant it was at least a thirty-minute drive into town.
It was a huge pain in the butt, but she nor her mother wanted to abandon the small house they had grow
n to love so much. So they put up with it, and simply went into town as little as possible. On their way b
ack from the store, they were driving down a narrow, dark road. Obscured by trees on both sides. It was
terrifying, to say the least. But the scenery wouldn't be the worst of it.
A deer in the road, immobile, staring right at them.
"MOM!" she screamed, pointing to the creature.
But she was too late.
The deer came soaring in through the window, sending glass shards spiraling about, and the car rammed i
nto a nearby tree with a hard crash. They were both knocked unconscious.
When Octavia arose, she wasn't in the car anymore. With the stench of chemicals, and EKG, she quickly i
dentified that she was in a hospital.
Soon thereafter, a nurse arrived, asking her questions gently before going to retrieve the other doctors.
The first thing she asked was where her mother was, as best she could. When the room went silent, and
the one doctor's gaze softened as his lips parted, she knew what the answer was.
"Your mother... didn't make it.. I'm so, terribly sorry."
Her world came crashing down.
She sobbed and screamed obscenities.

From there she was taken in by her aunt, raised lovingly. The tradition no longer continued though, it was
simply too hard for her. And it didn't feel right. She only saw their old house once more, when she moved
her belongings out. They had a funeral for her mother, beautiful even in death. Though from then on, she's
dreaded the spooky holiday and chilly season.
How cruel the world can be.

(I'm just a bit over 500, hope that's okay!)

[theexileofkiem]

mark?

[BornFromAshes]

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🍁username; bornfromashes

🍁kalon name; demeter

🍁personality; demeter is a very
independent, carefree kalon. there
is very little in life that gets the way
of her transient lifestyle, and those
things that do, she often breezes over
the difficulty for a new city or even state.
nevertheless, she tends to keep relationships
very strongly in her heart, often returning
against her better sense to the location
to visit friends or lovers.

🍁palette; 2E1127 ▌
🍁83465D ▌BF5D23 ▌
🍁5C1C01 ▌ 260000 ▌

🍁how do they feel about fall?;
to demeter, fall cannot be a better
season. she oftenfinds herself nestled
deep within a changing forest after a
long hike, gazing at the swirling leaves
of red, golden and brown above her, which
contrasts the peaks of blue skies smiling
down from the sky above. when she's not
in the shadows of forestry, she is in the
middle of a city, embracing all the smells
and tastes that come with fall. despite
the hype spice brings, she finds herself
longing more for unusual desserts or drinks,
such as toasted pecan pie, or perhaps the
atypically delicious ginger spiced tea. yes,
indeed, demeter can't seem to break from
her love of fall, especially her absolute
desire for chilly,biting weather and warm
corduroy clothing, atop the warm, smokey
colors and de-saturated skies that hang
above the changing earth below.

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[pathogenic]

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

[PARK]

username: GBA
kalon name: mysre (pronounced 'miser' or 'misery'? he'll let you decide.)
personality: a deft-handed hard worker, mysre isn't often seen without
xxxxxxxxxxx.a task being worked at. chances are, if you happen to spy
xxxxxxxxxxx.him idling it wont be without a furrowed brow accompanied
xxxxxxxxxxx.by low murmuring; lost in thought, always, always working.
xxxxxxxxxxx.always thinking. one may find themself asking, concerned, if
xxxxxxxxxxx.the mysterious kal ever sleeps. you can just keep on wondering.
fall palette:
∎ #4A1B1F, Chocolate Kisses
∎ #6F2924, Liver
∎ #8C573A, Milk Chocolate
∎ #A78851, Bronze
∎ #404C24, Army Green
how do they feel about fall?: autumn.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.a home for the mushrooms, the harvest, the smell of roast.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.shorter days beckon longer nights⁠—the pull of mind to dark
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.thoughts, of sanguine and of fear and loathing. mortal mind
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.unable to conceptualize the reality of those who walk beyond
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.the veil; tradition started when believers erred on the side of
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.caution, to trick evil spirits, to hide.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.this is autumn. to be ever watchful, secrets to hide and to keep
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.buried beneath the rich soil of this ancient earth, where they
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.originated and where they should stay. for them to claw their
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.way to the surface; to breathe the crisp air, to feel the chilling
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.breeze whip their very souls again, it would be disastrous...
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.would it not?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.a taste of mortality for those long since put away, wicked
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.tongues tasting, putrid teeth gnashing. blending in for just
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.one night every year, their voices lost, their minds trapped
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.within a vast fog. where they had once walked, now they
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.walk again. but this earth no longer belongs to them—their
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.children inherited it and their children keep it.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.however a warning, fair children: do not forget what willed
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.you the world, for they may take it back.

[Rabbit]

username: Rabbit
kalon name: Raden
personality:
While Raden is stoic, stubborn, and altogether cold, he actually has a bit of a softer heart inside him, although not exactly towards what you might think. As an avid hater of children, kittens, and all things cute, when it comes to his precious "children", or more commonly referred to by others as motorcycles, he cannot hesitate to fawn over them daily. When you get him talking about his motorcycles, there's a particular glimmer in his eyes that can't be seen any other time. It's almost as if his personality completely changes, from a cold man to a giddy boy.
fall palette:

how do they feel about fall?:
As most everything else, he absolutely hates it. Dreads it. Almost even fears it.
He hates the horrid sound of children playing in the leaves outside, the smell of chilly air, pumpkins littering the side of the streets, everything. He hates how dreadfully cold it gets, especially as it nears the winter. He can't be bothered to wear thicker coats and a hat, sometimes even gloves. Stupid Earth, giving them this terrible thing called seasons.

He absolutely hates Halloween even more, when kids are running around later and louder than usual. He makes a show out of making his house as dark and gloomy as possible, to deter any trick-or-treaters from knocking at his door, but every year there's always that one grinning fool that raps on his door excitedly. Each year is different on how he answers-- sometimes he'll ignore them. Others he'll try to scare them or just give in and toss them a piece of old candy from previous years to get them to go away.

The month following is even worse. Thanksgiving. Thanks for what? Slaving away at a job just to earn enough money to buy a fat turkey and eat it for another week straight because there are always too many leftovers? It seems pointless to him. He'd much rather spend the day giving his favourite baby (motorcycle), Sheila, an extra-special shine, maybe fill up her tires some more, just to finish off the day with a good ol' cup of ramen. Easy, simple, AND cheap.

However, fall can be good for him, for at least one reason.
While he hates the crunch of the leaves when he walks on them and how terrible a chore it is to fish them out of the gutters, he's learned to admire just how absolutely beautiful it makes his Sheila look when he's taking her out for a spin, with the beautiful colours shimmering off of her rims, the leaves flying out from behind her as she zooms away in the wind, and just how pretty the glow of the warm sun looks on her fresh red paint.

So maybe fall isn't so bad. Something soon, however, is even worse.

Winter is coming.