[tigressa]

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.

Ends September 25th, 2016 @ 11:59 PM EST
Should be plenty of time ^^

Guidelines:
- 1,000 words total to answer the required prompts (so 500 max. for each)
- 2 art pieces total; can be ordered or drawn by yourself (bonus points if it shows character)
- 1 extra of any sort, go wild (but keep in mind I don't want to read a novel)
- Prettying up is fine but make sure it's readable!
- I won't count titles, subtitles, or headings in the word count. But if you use quotes, they do count.
- Quality > Quantity (include only the necessary info)

Here's a skeleton form that you may edit:

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]How did they lose half their horn? Did it hurt? (500 words max.)[/b]
[b]What is their use for the pouch?[/b](500 words max.) + design it too

Pouch Notice -
You get to design a pouch for them. It doesn't have to necessarily be a pouch; anything made of cloth that can carry other objects counts. You may either draw or describe what it looks like (or both).

FAQ:

Is there a word limit for the personality?

I'd say around 500 words or so would be enough
But I don't mind if you want to write more

Any restrictions on the extra?

With the extra you can do anything from relationships to a text adventure to a journal but the max amount of words allowed for the extra would be around 800. It doesn't have to be exactly 800, like say you did 850 words,, I'll let it pass.
And the max amount of pictures for the extra would be 3 if for example, you needed illustrations for a journal or making a comic. No animations though (simple 2-3 frame blinks are fine)

Edits -
Standard - custom shine
Common - longer front leg fur, black sclera, custom tail, super long dreads, fur edits on the back
Uncommon - custom ear
Rare - wooden horns

[WanSham]

MARK YEP YEP

[naumachy]

【 abel kashmir. male. twenty-eight. wildcard.】

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born in india 1988, moved to australia in the later months of 1995. abel kashmir was a sickly child, unable to walk until the age of ten due to malformed legs. his braces and crutches didn't stop him; despite his situation, abel was wily. his mother sometimes claimed she should've named him cain.

age twelve he could be found scampering through the back alleys and shadowed streets, a voice in the dark, calling to you. he claimed for a coin he'd show you magic; this was just when his horns were beginning crest the tips of his ears and his hooded eyes drew you in. although his legs were often left behind in his rush, his fingers were nimble and his sleight of hand perfected. now you see it, now you don't.

at nineteen he broke away from his hometown and began a life of traveling. it seemed you could find him anywhere and everywhere- you could always expect him to slink from the shadows to take your mind off of the theatrics of a stressful day. his popularity grew quickly in several place- people were interested. the law was interested, too.

and so abel, the child who could not walk, was on the run. from one abandoned shed to the rooftops of concrete jungles, he always one step ahead; but barely. he needed a way out.

the sixth month of his living on the edge of capture, abel kashmir was pronounced dead. it was a freak accident- a collision of several cars and a semi. whether abel was in a car or a pedestrian, it was unknown. the only thing found was three quarters of one of his horns; cut by a piece of flying metal, they mused.

it was his greatest trick yet.
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abel spent three years in hiding, watching reenactments and theories about his death on the tv before him. no one would expect that he had taken a knife to his own horn; his sore back hurt more than the act. in a way, it symbolized his freedom- though abel's head would always tilt just a bit to the right to counter the imbalance, it was a change that he soon forgot about.

it wasn't hard to make a new life in twin falls, idaho; only well known in asia and the middle east, the americans around him simply questioned his accent and left him be. after gaining citizenship, abel made a strange choice and applied as a teacher- perhaps a spur of the moment thing, but speaking seven languages gets you in pretty easily.

his first class was ninth grade history; they did everything in their power to push his buttons, but abel was quick to retaliate in an appropriate manner. he learned how to skirt around taunts and problems while entertaining his class and teaching all at once, and it gave him a thrill he enjoyed. it was just like a magic trick to him- seventy things at once and he doesn't quite know just what he's doing but it works.

to his students, abel is a favorite. he captures attention with his constant hand movements and refusal to sit for long, and has incredible stories to tell. "how'd you lose your horn?" they ask. one day it's a tussle with a rabid bear, the next he was in the jungles running from something unknown with a priceless cargo. it's one of his favorite things to see the wonder in their eyes, then the progression of realizing he's joking and they can't help but grin.

abel's carried the bag on his hip for as long as he can remember- it's never opened to anyone's knowledge, just - there.

or course, he keeps a simple deck of cards. after all, he's still got his sleight of hand.

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i apologize if the coding's messed up!! something keeps happening where the text goes over the image so in any case if it does, here's the intended coding; 1/2

[kaatlove]

MRAK HECK

[skywalker,]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Personality:
How did they lose half their horn? Did it hurt? (500 words max.)
What is their use for the pouch?(500 words max.)

RES

[zaz]

mark

[wishbone!]

marking!

[HellyBoo]

Markers again!

[doktor monty]

xxmy entry will be on page 5, ty

[skywishes01]

//mARK