[Cyrano]

name; belis
gender; male
prompt;

[PrincessAlexis]

name; PrincessAlexis
gender; Male
prompt; Their special talent is creating miniatures! They started out making dolls, (ahem - 'action figures', he prefers to call them) and then started building them little houses and cars, because after all they needed places to live, work, and play. However the real fun of the hobby wasn't fully realized until they started needing tiny props... everything from itty bitty clothes and foods to little microphones, turntables, and small working strobe lights. (His main character is a DJ by trade). He worked up to producing a weekly KalonTube show about these mini-Kals and their hijinks!

(Sorry for all the minis but I'm obsessed with Real Littles right now and thought it would be so cool if this boyo were actually producing them!)

[Lex.]

mark

[Furrydogs12]

name; Haru
gender; Male
prompt;

Swift paws move, taking a decorative paper cut into the size of a square and making sharp creases in it. Folding and folding, until the paper transforms into a crane. The crane is then placed into the pile of the rest of the origami creatures, sitting at the top.

Haru’s favorite things to do is fold origami with his paws. He’s very careful but precise with his folds, making the paper transform into something extremely different. From a boring sheet of flat paper can come a flower, bird, or even cups.

Everyday he uses a few hours to fold little things. As of right now, he’s trying to fold enough stars to fit a jar that he can use for decoration.

Once a year, he releases paper cranes into the sky from his bedroom window, letting them fly away and surprise strangers with a small gift to make them smile.

Origami makes him happy, so he wants to make others happy as well.

[Ucanthandleme]

name; Imbue
gender; Male
prompt;
Lies.
All of it was lies, but none of them knew.
Deception, trickery, deceit, all of the above were no match for his ability to lie.
A sweet whisper of forever, another heart stolen.
A tattle on the neighbor next door, another one beat up.
A stutter of a crime, another life lost.
All from a small sweet lie.
This was his talent, a smile in his eyes, a sharp tongue on his face, a wizened mind for the torture.
It was after all a precious ability for someone like them. The faceless with no name, no place, no real identity.
The perfect person to do the dirty work.
The ones who followed orders, became a mother, became a father, a child, a doctor, a spy, a life who they would mimic.
All of it become more real, or perhaps less real, all from a lie.

[Corals Art Studio]

name; Maine
gender; Male
prompt; His special talent is that he can use his arms like a jump rope

[ChristainAnimalLover]

name; Cavanagh [kav-uh-nawh]
gender; male
prompt;

Cavanagh works at a little repair shop that specializes in "vintage antiques" like record players, VHS and cassette machines, basically anything from 1965 to 1992. He loves his job and he's quite good at it. Cav is very good with the tools of his trade and diagnosing problems from the simplest clues. Figuring out a TV has a short in the wiring from the pattern of static, knowing a cassette needs new gears from the speed of the tapes. Cav find great joy and reward in his job and couldn't imagine doing anything else.

But his real talent is writing.

Cavanagh loves to write fanfiction for his favorite shows. He publishes them under a pseudonym and doesn't seek attention for it, but he is quite popular in his fandoms. He's been told countless times that his works read as leaked scenes and episodes from the producers, rather than just some fan. Cav will take requests for plots, twists and deleted scenes. He loves making the other fans happy.

He's actually been contacted by the producers and show-runners a couple times to write for them, but he doesn't want that pressure. His writing a hobby. An escape. He doesn't want to deal with the stress of a deadline or being pushed in a certain direction.

Fixing things is his job. Writing is his passion. Cavanagh excels at both and knows he's extremely lucky.

[EpicratesPictus]

name; Lianne
gender; Female
prompt;
That’s not quite it. Let’s see, what bit is off… proportions look correct, still a bit thicker than the finished piece will be but in a uniform way, the surrounding features don’t detract from the main piece too much… ah. I forgot a scar.
“Everything going okay back there Li? The customer is hoping to get that memorial piece before the week’s over and the sounds you’re making have me nervous.”
“It’ll definitely be done by then, I was just trying to figure out why it looked wrong before I shaved down the excess. Should be ready to start the painting and staining process in about three hours.”
“Lianne! We close in an hour and a half, and there’s only two days left before the deadline!”
“Oh. Guess that means I’m staying a bit late today to finish this step.”

Lianne is an exceptional woodcarver, and she also helps with the process of adding color if the client wants anything other than pure wood. Her eidetic memory and steady hands help distinguish her works from knockoffs, as does her specialization in memorial pieces.

[Zigzagoon]

name; Rowan
gender; he/they
prompt; And that’s a wrap!
A voice called out over the megaphone as the camera stopped rolling for the final time, the set erupting in applause from the various crew and cast. Rowan let out a tired sigh after a long day, but there was a bright smile on his face and he pat the back of his co-star with his paw.
“Nice one, Klaus. That rocked.”
“Same to you, dude.” The other actor replied. Another smile from Rowan, one that could light up a room. That was a talent of his, bringing his bright personality wherever he went, on or off camera. These moments made him think back to his first audition, as he stood in front of a panel of big wigs looking down their noses. He gave it his all, an emotional performance, fantastic line delivery. But he was told he wouldn’t make the cut, he was too expressive with those big paws of his. He even thought he heard one of them joke that they’d cast a shadow on the whole production. Rowan was disheartened, but this was only one hurdle on his path to become a star (and he always said that his shine showed his future). So, with a smile and the same energy, he moved onto the next one. He was a skilled actor, always learning and growing, but Rowan’s talent was his glowing personality and sticking it out, coming out happier than ever on the other side.
“Next time I see you, it better be for an award!” Klaus laughed, pulling Rowan out of their thoughts.
“Awards? Now you’re talking!”

[Discontinued]

name; Makani
gender; male
prompt;

"Seems like you forgot your umbrella," Makani deadpanned, a slight smirk growing on his features. The kalon in front of him was clearly not amused however, opting to flick water towards Makani's clearly rain-prepared self.

"Hey, I warned you that it was going to rain."

"Excuse me if I have a hard time believing that you can seriously predict the weather like some kind of computer every. single. time."

The soaked kalon accepted the offered spare umbrella with a shiver, grumbling to themself as they tried to wring out their shirt.

"Well, maybe this will buy me another point toward you believing me, eh?" Makani chuckled and waved goodbye as he turned around, proceeding down the sidewalk toward home.

For years he had been prepared for any kind of weather that nature threatened to gift his little part of the world. After all, he had quite the talent for predicting the weather. For example, this morning he knew it would storm most of the day due to the way the air smelled and the acute change in pressure. So, he went to his grandparents' house and helped tarp over the strawberry plots to protect them from the strong winds, using his raw strength to move everything that needed moved inside to safety.

This gift of his was something Makani knew he could use selfishly, and while he does enjoy occasionally teasing people with his *potential* weather predictions, he chooses to help his friends and loved ones when the weather threatens to be especially vicious. Though, he does get a kick out of seeing his non-believing friends caught in the sudden rain. Silly fools, not taking his advice. Oh well. Maybe belief in his talent will finally jam into their heads like the hail will in about an hour or so.