[guqqi]

What is a Kiamara?
A kiamara is a wolf/lion-like creature. They have long, fluffy manes on the top of their heads, running down between their shoulders. They all have spots on their bodies- a trait in which will never be bred out of their DNA. They also have feathers- every Kiamara is given feathers when they reach the age of 2 years old. Their diet consists of fruit as well as meat- they prey on similar creatures that wolves would. Kiamara can be very shy before they get to know you. Can you win a Kiamara's heart?

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Notes:
-The 'coat' around it is fur, not an accessory. Along with the fur on the tail.
-Their eyes are completely black and prefer to keep them closed. (bonus points if you include why they do this)

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[Bebop]

ahh its fur is so cute

[Simon]

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[Rivkah]

BIG IDEA COMING

[pep]

my form is finished, though please excuse lack of coding/art.
it's sort of a metaphor, i guess! based on ideas, and lacking visual appearance, since he doesn't see and all.
enjoy! p w p

name - tavish tremaine
nickname - goes solely by tavi
age - twenty-three
gender - male
nationality - gaelic; from scotland
voice - curses like a sailor; still somewhat gentle, scottish accent
birthdate - june first
lives in - california
occupation - therapist, works generally with older teenagers
sexuality - bi-curious, but is terribly afraid of males

traits - pessimistic, nervous, timid, acts bold, tries to be perfect
for others, needs a lot of time to himself, short-tempered, uneasy,
not afraid to speak his opinion, clingy, protective, self-centered
likes - tea, fluffy blankets, being alone, psychology, cats, sweets,
gardening, being indoors, the rain, gloomy weather
dislikes - meat, sour and spicy foods, being put under pressure,
mainstream music, being put down, most everyone generally

quirks -
• he's a vegetarian but still occasionally craves pepperoni
• is an excellent cook but usually ends up ordering veggie burgers
• wears the color blue over any other color
• takes two hours every morning to get his fur away from a frizzy mess
• he marathons video games and can be found sitting in the same spot for 3days straight
• curses very, very heavily despite his gentle, very persuasive voice
• tends to shoot down any opinions he doesn't agree with very aggressively
• is obsessed with hedgehogs and owns a bunch of plushies

fears -
• mental breakdowns in public
• being called a demon because of his eyes
• most men
• policemen because of the brutality
• terminal diseases
• visiting the doctor

dreams -
• finding gender equality (avid feminist)
• to find someone who loves him like he loves hedgehogs
• to be able to open his eyes without being judged someday

playlist -
• m.o.n.e.y by the 1975
• flaws by bastille
• speeding by lights
• fourth dimension by lights
• money power glory by lana del rey
• black beauty by lana del rey
• obsessions by marina & the diamonds
• hermit the frog by marina & the diamonds
• i don't wanna be in love by good charlotte
• clairvoyant by the story so far
• float by pacific air
• happy by marina & the diamonds

his color synesthesia -
when he was younger, before he closed his eyes seemingly for good at age sixteen, he could see colors from noises, or he claimed this. his mother thought he was going insane and he was sent to a specialist, diagnosed with color synesthesia not long after he entered the clinic. hearing noises triggered colors, but it usually occurred in the cases of voices above anything. his mother's voice was the warmest shade of ginger, a color that makes one feel cheerful, almost as if they're in autumn at just seeing it. strangers were black. the words that spilled from cracked lips emanated a black darker than his eyes, or the most vicious shade of bright, bright red. he'd experienced sensory overload multiple times in elementary school, leading to therapy sessions after these overloads to guarantee they wouldn't happen again. he thought everyone had it in elementary school, so he would explain it to others and earn slander right back for it. the color synesthesia is still prominent, but instead he does not see the colors; he will often feel the colors in his heart, or think of them. his paws tingle when he feels a voice of malice.

the sclera story -
it started when he was just six years old, blinking wide orbs composed of the most inky black up at strangers who would cringe, flinch, and leap away. "you have a demon as a son!" they cried to his mother, who would glare at them with scorn and cover the innocent kiamara's eyes, guiding him away quickly from the strangers. as he was young, he didn't pay much attention to it. in fact, he rather liked his black irises. his mother said it was rare and it was beautiful.

in preschool, he would commonly scare the other young kiamaras, causing his mother to be called in quite honestly. she had had enough with it and took him to the doctor to find out what was wrong. it wasn't really a disease, but just the thinning of the sclera, showing the choroid underneath, which is naturally a dark blue to a black color. the calcium deposits retreated, white pigments completely leaving the sclera. pigmentation distortion for the color in his irises turned them pure black. there was really nothing the doctor could do. his mother tried contacts, glasses, anything, but his eyes simply did not cooperate with the contact lenses and the glasses would distort his sight. with a sigh, she realized there was nothing she could do.

in fifth grade, he was called into the office with three others in his grade, their voices bleeding black and red in synchronization with each other, and their breath was thick and sickening when they'd gotten close with fists and teeth gnashing. gashes and scrapes littered the smaller kiamara's body, one of his eyes were swollen shut, and his right ear was nicked. "whose fault is this?" asked the principal sternly, and the three other males responded in sync: "the demon boy tried to hurt us, so we fought back!" tavish earned a two day in school suspension for this.

in high school, his sophomore year especially, things got worse. they had just moved to california, and while his mother assured him everything would be okay, not a quarter through the year he was scraping and washing "demon boy" and "kid satan" written in sharpie off of his locker. they teased him for his eyes, for his accent, and for his vegetarian diet. most everyone had a voice colored either brown or black, and he was losing control of his emotions, breaking down almost every night. at the end of sophomore year, his eyes closed for good.

as he'd grown, he realized the racism and sexism and all the bigotry surging through the atmosphere, and the world had been turned from bright colors and dipped into a mixture of gloom and despair. he saw in black; he saw in nothing but despair and the urge to break free. he would look at himself and see his fluff and blues and greens and realized he was the only one in color in his sight, and then all was black.

he started wearing bandages over his eyes, but in college he transitioned to simply not wearing the bandages. it has benefited him greatly, but he's still terrified. he hasn't opened his eyes since he was sixteen years old.

relationships -
wendy - he and wendy are the best of friends, to the point where she can wander into his apartment and ask for tea and he'll brew her some and bring it to her. they could talk for hours on end, and she is the only person who is aware of his scleras after they were having a sleepover and he opened his eyes in his sleep. they get along very well; he's also very fascinated with her hair and always asks if he can try it his hairdressing skills; she trusts him, and hence he has developed an obsession with creating braids. he can fishtail, five-piece, you name it. her hair is just really fun to braid.
radical - radical is actually a really rad person. they can be really passionate about certain things, which is an awesome thing because tavi is passionate about a lot of things so they oftenmost are able to vent to each other. they're comfortable around each other but sometimes tavi feels nervous around them due to the discharge that stream from their eyes and nose. he doesn't actually know what it looks like, but radical explained it to him, and he's partially afraid that it's acidic or something and harms his friend! radical is a go-to homie and whenever tavish needs help or a shoulder to lean on, he'll often to go rad.
tivoli - tivoli's whimsical spirit is optimistic and often brings tavi up mood-wise, but his childish attitude repels him most of the time. tavish refuses to speak about carnivals for three hours straight; as much as he'd like to, that's not his thing, it's tivoli's. despite insisting they hate each other, they're always hopping up to go to the local state fair and eat themselves into a funnel cake stupor then ride the rides and end up keeling over trash cans. carnivals are always great with tivoli, as tav doesn't usually treat himself to exciting nights.

[MapleNeko]

A rather normal name you may think, but i'm not sure I would call the meaning normal, my name, Killian, actually means "Blind" in celtic, and the funny part is i'm not blind, I simply chose to not see the world as it is, an ugly, cruel place.

Gєη∂єя: Ha, and i thought that was obvious, I, my non observant friend, am of the male variety.
Agє: I believe I would be considered a "Young Adult" at the age of 19.
Wну ι cℓσѕє му єуєѕ:Ah, now, the reason i close my eye is because i do not wish to see the world anymore, Iv seen a lot of horrible things, and i fear that what i see will warp of thoughts. I once heard a saying "What you cant see wont hurt you" and in a way, it has proven true, If i don't see the misgivings of the world, then they fade into the back of my mind, hidden. But at the same time, its still there, it maybe be faint, but one over herd sentence and i remember again, all of the grievances i had seen.

[Hiroko]

I can't decide which to try out for aahh,,,
res omg

[craig?]

BIGGEST RESERVE EVER

[NoLongerOnCS]

L o o k At M y E x t e r i o r

Name - "Hello, My name is Makano, but you can call me Mako, i'm a fun kind of guy."

Gender - "Well, if you must know I am a male..Maybe I should get a trim"

What They see - As ones eyes set a view upon the glory of Mako, they do not see the beauty that lie within his inner mind. They instead see something more simple and bland. They see a boy, who never takes the music from his ears, and decide that they will not listen to what he has to say, or even try. They walk by, and see to ignore him, but if you open him up you would see so much more.

"I keep them closed to both reveal the truth, and hide the lies that live within myself and people"

To Reveal The Truth
"Most people judge an individual they meet by their appearance within the first 10 seconds that they see them. These assumptions are either spot on, or they end up completely wrong. Either way assuming things about someone, especially when you have only seen them for ten seconds, is completely, and morally wrong. I was once told everyone did it, no matter what, and after a big mishap on my part, I decided it would be best to take drastic measures and change that forever.

I was young, and I was at that age where every man wants to be that guy. I wanted to be hip, and I wanted to be cool, and I had hit that mark of 'perfection'. I thought that no one could resist me, especially when the time came that I met a girl I had never seen before. She was glamorous, beautiful, something I had never seen before. She seemed so cheerful, and tough, the kind of girl that might make me a king, that I could doll up and show off, I was just so full of myself at the time that I believed that is how it worked. I told some friends, and I put it into action.

It was after noon had struck, and I was making my rounds around town. I remember seeing her there, walking by, and my heart soared. I thought this was the right time, and though id only seen her once before I decided I would go at it, I would make her mine and show her off. I approached her with that dominant masculine step and wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and what was the first thing that came out of my mouth? "Is your daddy a baker, because you've got some hot buns" There was my first mistake. It didnt take long before i felt a fist to my face, and I was looking up at her instead of down "Who are you to have the nerve to say such a thing to a woman the first time you meet her?! Have some respect!"

That day ended while the week followed, and as my black eye faded so did my negative thoughts about the girl. I began to feel bad for what I had done. I learned by talking with other people that the girls name was Gou. The only things they told me about her were good things, such as how sweet she was, and that she was a wonderful independent person. I began to feel like a beast, and I knew I was in the wrong. I deserved to be punched in the face, and she deserved an apology. This is when i vowed that i would keep my eyes closed as much as I could. After I went and talked to her, it wasn't better right away, but as time went on we became friends, and she forgave me for my mistake.