❛❛ your eyes with glittering stars in them ❞

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͙͘͡★ stars in your eyes . fortunekit application

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table of contents ★彡

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⟢ 01. about me
⊹ ࣪ ˖ username
⊹ ࣪ ˖ nickname(s) & pronouns
⊹ ࣪ ˖ who am i?

⟢ 02. application information
⊹ ࣪ ˖ kit i'm applying for
⊹ ࣪ ˖ why am i applying?
⊹ ࣪ ˖ roleplay experience
⊹ ࣪ ˖ activity level(s)
⊹ ࣪ ˖ longetivity

⟢ 03. Fortunekit
⊹ ࣪ ˖ simplified personality
⊹ ࣪ ˖ detailed personality
⊹ ࣪ ˖ concept(s)
⊹ ࣪ ˖ roleplay examples
⊹ ࣪ ˖ trivia & extra info
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❛❛ all dried up, poor thing, a lack of love? ❞

✶⋆.˚ 01. ❛ about me. ❜

⊹ ࣪ ˖ username … ✩
͙͘͡★ @ dollivs and/or @ shroudedfabIe-


⊹ ࣪ ˖ nickname(s) & prounouns … ✩
͙͘͡★ klaus or icarus - he/him


⊹ ࣪ ˖ who am i? … ✩
͙͘͡★ hello, and welcome to my application for fortunekit! i'm klaus, also known as icarus, and i don't mind which name you prefer. i'm a 14-year-old african-american who loves roleplaying on scratch. i enjoy writing, doodling, and listening to music (yap to me about conan gray or malcom todd i beg of you :eyes. i have many interests, some of which you'll see in this application, including alnst, k-pop, oshi no ko, jjk, blue lock, pokémon, crk, hsr, and more! i absolutely love fortunekit and put a lot of thought into my application. it may seem a bit messy, but that's mainly because i tend to talk a lot and sometimes have disorganized thoughts about the characters i like or connect with.

❛❛ a dazzling light that saves all from loneliness ❞

✶⋆.˚ 02. ❛ application information. ❜

⊹ ࣪ ˖ kit i'm applying for … ✩
͙͘͡★ fortunekit


⊹ ࣪ ˖ why am i applying? … ✩
͙͘͡★ wip


⊹ ࣪ ˖ roleplay experience … ✩
͙͘͡★ wip


⊹ ࣪ ˖ activity level(s) … ✩
͙͘͡★ wip


⊹ ࣪ ˖ longetivity … ✩
͙͘͡★ wip

❛❛ is this shadow that falls only on me because of you? ❞

✶⋆.˚ 03. ❛ Fortunekit. ❜

⊹ ࣪ ˖ simplified personality … ✩

( pos ) charismatic, resilient, loyal, perceptive, adaptive, passionate, strategic
( neu ) calculating, enigmatic, pragmatic, restrained, observant, sardonic, aloof
( neg ) deceptive, manipulative, vengeful, cynical, distrustful, ruthless, emotionally guarded


⊹ ࣪ ˖ detailed personality … ✩
͙͘͡★ Eyes of a liar, filled with such youth and vigor that they ensnare anyone who gazes within. But they are merely an illusion of the mind, a looking glass for those who yearn to be something more. What is love? She has never loved and will never; love is a fleeting mirage she one day hopes will become true. Deceptive is she, but is it truly her fault? Who wouldn't believe someone with a face like hers? She is manipulative, ruthless, cynical; she'd shatter the world rather than reveal her deception. Because perhaps that lie is true; perhaps she is a daydreamer; perhaps she is an optimist; perhaps she is forever in love… perhaps she is living a truth… NO! She is a liar, always has been and always will be, for why would anyone love the real her? The fragile girl who would break at a single touch. Why would someone love her, when she is weak and ugly? She was cursed with stars within her gaze; destined to live a love built of lies. Fortunekit, you bear black stars in your eyes…

Smile of an idol, something one can never loathe. It is neither too wide nor too tight. She is blissfully unaware, yet she is not; their faces conceal this truth. Her genuine smile is not perfect, but even she has not glimpsed her own true smile. It lingers as a murky memory, a time when she smiled sincerely, until the day she discovered that the world could be cruel. Yet, even now, she still smiles. When will she cease to smile? Never, for her lie is truth, and her truth is but a lie. Perhaps she will perish with a smile, or break long before fate claims her.

Love of a sufferer, her love perished long before fate. Her love must be earned; she chooses whom to love and whom to truly cherish. But even that is a deception, isn't it? For true love is a fabrication. It must be, for she has never felt it, or perhaps she knows not what that feeling is; perhaps true love is loathing, loathing, loathing. No, that cannot be love, so love must be an illusion; a pitiable falsehood spread to the masses so that one does not feel alone. But why then does she yearn for something unreal?