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(Meaning "High Chief" in Cheyenne ~ Native American)

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[size=85]• ~ By Tano
• ~ By Tano
• ~ By xNikkiex (me) included in form already
• ~ By xNikkiex (me) included in form already

The young Kiamara children crowded around the Elderly Kia, eager to meet such a relic. They were not interested in his wisdom, but knew that he had many stories he could share with them. And so they asked him, “How is it that you’ve become so old?”

"These orbs around my neck..." the elderly Shaman spoke slowly, as he indicated to the orbs resting on his chest, "and on my tail..." he flicked his tail across the ground, causing the orbs there to make a humming sound, as they clattered together and scraped the ground, "are the reason for my long life." He cleared his throat and blinked, though his eyes could not see the young Kiamara children whose faces shined with curiosity. He continued, "It was a long time ago, long before I had gone blind. My mate and I had always craved adventure, especially in our younger days. When we were older, and more responsible, we decided to go out in search of items that we had heard grand tales of. There were many items we hoped to one day find, but one in particular became our goal.”

The Kiamara hesitated, calculating his pause to add emphasis to his following words. The old Kiamara sighed, his unseeing eyes showing sorrow as he began to remember the past, “The item was not a single object, but rather eight. These objects, called the 'Orbs of Life' allowed their wearer, or wearers, to live eternally, so long as the orbs themselves were never removed. Once removed, the orbs would no longer effectively protect the body of their owner, and the owner would age quickly to their natural age.” With his powerful intuition, and general knowledge of children, Hiamovi knew that his story thus far seemed grand and mysterious to his young listeners. Suddenly, his voice became loud and commanding, “Of course, our pursuits were just for fun, neither of us having imagined that these things actually existed. Had we know them to be true objects, perhaps we would have reconsidered our passion.” The male’s voice dropped, and returned to its melodic and calm state, “You all would do well to not follow the example we set."

Again raising his voice, if hopes of making sure that none of the children went on any such similarly foolish and dangerous trek as he and his mate, he spoke again, "Our journey was long and hard. Often times we were cold and starving.” His unseeing eyes passed along the line of children before him, “Food does not grow as lush throughout the world as it does here. It was not an enjoyable experience.”

Hiamovi let his head lower, and continued on with his narrative. "We sought after these items for the one true goal our hearts desired, to be with each other forever." Sadness was visible through the Shaman's cloudy eyes, but he continued his story. "These orbs were said to be in a cave that sat in the top of a mountain. We were so anxious to begin our adventure, we did not bother to say good-bye to anyone, and we simply set off on our own. This is what I regret the most, in actuality. It was a long journey; the mountain that the storytellers spoke of was a great distance from where we lived. Reaching the top was even more challenging. Our paws slipped on the icy coat of the mountain, and our fur froze. Even after we had entered the hidden cave at the top, it was still cold. Huddling together for warmth, we stayed the night.”

Hiamovi's eyes seemed to tear up as he narrated, but he refused to let them flow over onto his cheeks. He continued his tale, "We awoke before the sun had the time to reach us, up at the mountains peak, and continued further into the darkness of the cave. We were within the darkness for almost a full day, until we came across the lights of the glowing orbs. They were unguarded, and we eagerly picked them up. Splitting the eight orbs amongst ourselves, we soon felt young and alive, as we had never felt before. It was so uplifting to our spirits, we had forgotten to be cautious. On our way out of the cave, we were unkindly greeted with a vicious noise. It spooked us out of our delirium, but before I had the chance to step in front of my beloved...a bear..." Hiamovi’s voice began to fade, as the story became too painful for him to continue.

The young Kiamara in front of Hiamovi look up at him with a questioning expression on their faces, some not quite understanding what was happening, others hoping he'd continue. Of course, since Hiamovi knew they were still there, he was devoted to finishing his story, regardless of the pain it brought him, "As you know, in our species, we find our one true love, and then that is it. We are completely dedicated to that other half of us for the rest of our lives, and will never find a replacement. I was a very determined male in my younger days. I sought after the most beautiful female, who turned me down again and again. I never gave up, though. I was too determined to have her as my partner to let a few rejections stop me; she was the only one I could possibly see myself with. I was right in my belief, and after wearing her down, she allowed me to prove myself worthy.”

A smile graces the wrinkled face of the old Kiamara, and he continued the story of his love, “I did anything for her, whatever would make her happy. My dear sweetheart had such a passion, of learning things, of opportunities, and of life itself.” His smile fades, as he returns to the events of the mountain, “All of these things were taken from her within moments. This bear had caught us completely off guard, and took away something I had treasured more than what we had spent so much time pursuing. My one true love was snatched up in the beast’s paws, the orbs thrown away from her, across the cave, and she lay motionless. The size and strength of this bear was unbelievable. My dearest was scooped up so quickly, it must have been her neck that snapped, but I had no time to react.

My emotions boiled, and an incredible rage took over me. It was the first time I had ever fought with my life, for my life, and for another's. A life that was dearer to me than my own." Hiamovi blinked, his eyes holding regret, but he focused himself, determined to continue on. Speaking about his love, although sad, had brought a smile to his face. "If she was here now, she would be so upset that I am reacting this way now. She would say to live on for the both of us. Which is exactly what I planned on doing. The bear tossed aside the person who held my world in their heart, and I was never enraged more than I was there in that moment." Anger flashed through his eyes momentarily, until he soothed himself, inhaling and exhaling, before he had to continue to the young pups in front of him.

"After he let go of my love, something snapped in me that had never before. The way he had just careless tossed her aside, as if she was nothing. I have never felt the way I did in that moment. The only one I could see sharing my future with had been treated like waste. I had never moved faster, never been stronger, and never been so angry. Before I had any time to reach this massive bear, his paw came down on my face, leaving these horrible, raised lines along my snout. I felt nothing, so pumped with adrenaline, that pain was not even a barrier to me. Going around his paw that slammed the ground, I charged at him. I completely black out at this point in anger. It is sad to admit that I had become that angry, it is not in my character. Once coming to my senses though, I looked around me and saw a horrible sight. It is something I could not sit here and describe to you young ones in detail, but believe me when I say, it is something I regret to this day. Taking the life of a creature that had itself probably felt endangered brought me no feeling of peace, or revenge. It left within me only a deep scar, a scar that showed me just what I am capable of.”

{ Likes }
• Natural Sceneries
• Quietness
• Naps
• Healthy Snacks
• Comfort
• Helping

{ Dislikes }
• Rowdiness
• Arguing
• Greed
• Lies
• Cold Weather
• Sweets

{ Hobbies }
• Helping Others
• Telling Stories
• Napping
• Art
• Conversing with others
• Short walks

º What’s your favorite color?

I haven't seen colors in such a long time, I think I have forgotten their hues. I would imagine it to be green, like the grassy ground we are on now.

ºWhat’s your favorite food?

Berries are something I enjoy the most. They are so tender and naturally sweet.

ºWhat’s one of the scariest things you’ve ever done?

Scariest? It would have to be going off on the adventure I went with my mate to go get these orbs...that, was scary.

ºWhat accomplishment are you most proud of?

I am proud to be the soul that I am today. I get to help so many others and that means a lot to me, to be important to others.

ºHow did you meet your spouse / girlfriend?

Ha! We grew up together. I use to shove her face in mud, and put spiders in her hair when we were cubs. When we matured, it was then when I realized that she was the only one I could see myself growing old with.

ºDo you like to travel?

When I was a lot younger, I enjoyed adventures, but now that I am older, I have realized that nothing beats the comfort of home.

ºIf someone asked you to give them a random piece of advice, what would you say?

To treasure every single moment you have. Enjoy the things that you have with you now, and be grateful for things when their gone.

ºDo you like to plan things out in detail or be spontaneous?

If I had the choice, I would prefer for things to be planned out, rather than happen without any knowledge.

[Lynxx]

Dropping out

[LEAVING-]

Name:
Personality:
Art:
reserved sip

[.Missy.]

Name: Dirk
Personality: Dirk is wise, and very peaceful. He can be mysterious, but has fun some times
Art: WIP
Favorite Potion to Make: An elixer that soothes others
Hobbies: Making things with magic
How did he learn his magic: His great grandfather
How did his mate die: She died tragically by a potion poisoning
Does he like others: Younger ones may be a nuisance, but he can get along with children easily.

[bsktcase]

Droping out

[Puffee]

~ even the blind can see ~

name

Albus

An ancient name meaning "white, bright" in Latin. It is of Roman origin and is also the first name of the headmaster in the Harry Potter series. The white, bright part is because of his orbs. They are bright, and are a nice blue-white. So I found the name suiting. In the Harry Potter series, Albus Dumbledore is quite old, wise, and of course knows lots of magics. So in that way, he and this Kiamara are fairly similar. So the name fits in that way to. As well as both these reasons, the name Albus also seems fitting in it's own special way. It's not your everyday name, so it's unique and different. It also has that sort of feeling to it, a strange and mystical feeling. A strange and magical type of name. The type of name like Reina, an odd, yet amazing and beautiful name.
Which I like. The name Albus also seems to fit him perfectly.

personality

old • brave • noble • wise • quiet • calm • loner • kind • un-impressed

First off, Albus is a quiet and old kind of Kiamara. He spends most of his time alone, practising magics and making potions. He does enjoy spending time with Reina, though. He loves Reina dearly, and he treasures every moment he has with her, as he knows she will not last forever. When he does spend time with the younger generation, including Reina, he likes to tell stories of his long life. In fact, he's quite a good storyteller, and everyone who has heard his stories before, loves to listen over and over again. His history is really quite interesting, all the stories instantly captivate you. Although, his special storytelling gatherings are rare, as he does prefer to be alone.
He isn't one to play outside, after his many battles and long life, he now limps around. He doesn't mind , though. As he spends his spare time locked away, warmed by a fire, doing who knows what. In his previous years, he was brave and noble, a true warrior. He still shares the same traits as he used to, but does not fight battles any more. He sees no purpose to hurt others, as he used to. When he was younger he also used to be quite mean. He saw pleasure in harm and pain, and was also a bit rude. Over the years, though, he's learned to correct his mistakes. He regrets all his bad doings from his younger life, but he still says it makes his life story more interesting.
Albus isn't very easily impressed. Unless of course, it is something Reina has done, which somehow shows her following in his footsteps. He likes to teach Reina things, and give her advice. So that she can have the best life as possible. In fact, life lessons are another thing Albus is good at telling.
As a shaman, Albus makes potions and magic and spells. Sometimes, others will seek him out, in order to gain advice and/or magic in exchange for money or knowledge. Which is one of the reasons why he's so wise, as others must pay him with knowledge he doesn't already know. He has an excellent memory, and remembers everything that has ever happened, including everything he has ever learned. Which also helps with knowing so much.

art

I've also made a few more pieces of art on my iPad, and am yet to add them to the computer, if I get time, I'll add them to my form.

Art by me; x
Decorations by me; x x x x

extra 1 - history

The story of the orbs.

Albus sat. He waited. For something, anything, to happen. He had been doing nothing for years it seemed. He just sat there, waiting. A few days ago, Albus had turned 100. He felt old and weak now, and knew he would soon pass away. He wanted something to happen, to take his mind off of it. But nothing had happened, and nothing would happen, so it seemed. Late in the night. A strange humming sound woke Albus from a dreamless sleep. He followed the sound, as if he was bein pulled by an invisible magnetic force. He wakes on and on. And yet, he was asleep somehow. He was sleepwalking, but he wasn't breathing, he was, somehow dead? Knowone knows quite for sure what was happening at that moment. But somehow,he walked into an underground cabe, filled with crystals. In one corner, lay the orbs. He went over to them, and they were the cause of the humming. He picked them up, sort of. He reached down, and then the floated onto him, connecting themselves to his string which bared his feathers. The next day, Albus awoke in the same place he had fallen asleep in. He was wearing all the orbs still. From that day forward, he has always wondered how they got there, because he can't remember a single thing of what happened that night...

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The story of the scars, and the loss of his mate.

Albus and his mate were fighting, fighting for their home. They were being threatened to have to give it up, and they were practically fighting for their lives. It was a long and hard battle. Albus got a huge vastly scar, right across his eyes. Whereas, his mate, not as stron as him, was killed. While they were fighting for freedom. Angrily, Albus attacked her attacker, but unfortunately, was not fast enough. The attacker scratched him across the face, causing to make two big scars along his snout. The pain was so unbearable, and the force was so strong, he was knocked unconscious. When he woke, the scar across his eyes had faded, but in return, it had left a blindness. Which, became genetic, and was passed through the generations, causing Reina to be blind. No one exactly knows how long Albus was knocked out for, some say it was years. But he had his orbs at the time, so he dis not age a bit...

extra 2 - story

The story below, is not a history type of story. It's a fictional type of story. Just something a little fun.

"How could that be?" he muttered to himself, before saying more clearly and loudly, "What is this non-sense you speak of, Reina? How is it? Why is it?" He paused for a second, and grunted. Sensing the whereabouts of his granddaughter, he looked at her with his unseeing eyes.
"I don't know, I was just told to deliver the message. I can't exactly help you with that," replied Reina.
Albus nodded, "Yes. But of course, my dear, I know it is not of your doing."
He smiled lightly, and then nodded. "Only time can tell..." he whispered.
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Late at night, Albus was alone. Practicing his magics. He was currently confused about the message he had received around a week ago. According to the message, someone extremely important was coming to see him, tomorrow. He thought about it, deeply, a grave look on his face.
Who was this important person? Why were they coming? What did they want? How had they heard of him?
So many questions whizzed though his brain.
He placed his book of magic, written in Braille, down. "I'll think about it over the night," he told himself, walking off to go snooze.
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Albus woke early, at the crack of dawn. Stretching his weakened limbs, he breathed deeply and took huge breath of the morning air. It was beautiful. What a perfect day.
He wandered outside of his small hut-like home, and sat down on one of the logs that boardered his fireplace. "They are coming," he told himself, "Today they will arrive. Today, is everything..."
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Later in the day, three eagles visited Albus' home. Calling to him, they announced the near arrival of a young, human girl. These, were the messengers. The messenger eagles.
Albus tiredly went to greet them, when he heard the news of the great arrival. He was going to have to do everything. Tell his stories, work his magic, and just plain impress. After hearing about who was coming to see him, he has to be prepared. He lit his fire. And practiced his magics. Over the course of the day, he had Ickes out which story he was going to tell. And when at last she arrived, he would be ready.
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The time was finally here, the girl was arriving. She walked up to Albus, and bowe down to him. Sensing her movement, Albus returned the favor. "Hello, young one," he greeted her politely.
"Hello Albus. There is no need to introduce yourself. I have come from a land far away, and have travelled merely to see you. I know who you are, and what you can do. You may not know this, but many know of you, an dream to one day get to meet you. You ate, what is said to be, famous. And admired by all. I have come to hear one of your stories, to learn if your past. I wish to know everything about you, Albus. But before you begin, let me introduce myself.
Hello, Albus. I, am Puffee."

extra 3 - relationship with reina

Albus and Reina have a perfect relationship. 100% love and care.

As said above, Albus treasures every moment he has with Reina. He and her get along very well. Albus always feels very proud of Reina. He is always nicer and easier to impress when Reina is involved. It's as if everything is better with Reina. He's got his reasons, though. Reina is technically the only family member he has that is still alive. So he tries his hardest to have a good time with her, as she won't last forever either. They have a perfect relationship, and they love each other very much. The two of them always have the best of times when they are together.

extra 4 - poem

This is a poem I wrote about him. It is the same poem used to decorate my form.

Feathers, orbs and battle scars
All treasured items from the past
You look at them and all you see
Are the old and painful memories

Those you loved have passed away
Only one remains this day
And even though you can not see
You know she loves you dearly

extra 5 - why i want him and what i'll do with him

He's absolutely perfect. And I'd love him forever.

How could I not want him? He's Kiamara #100 for goodness sake! All the little facts you wrote about him instantly captivated me. Everything about him is so interesting and unique. His orbs, his scars, the fact he will be 100 forever. I mean, Reina has one heck of a grandfather. When I first looked at him, I fell in love. He would be, the perfect first Kiamara for me. I really like his design, and his blindness makes him mire interesting. And the fact that he's a shaman! Apple, wow. You've outdone yourself. I couldn't of imagined a better Kiamara. He's extremely handsome and just amazing. I love him, and everything about him. He's just, amazing.
As for what I'll do with him. Anything and everything. I will roleplaying with him regularly on the fanclub and here on CS. I'll draw art of him, all the time. Lots of art, an lots or roleplaying. But what else? I will make him a character page, which will have every little detail about him. I'll colour in giftlines of him, order art, write stories, etc., etc.. As I said, anything and everything. But most of all, I will love him, and I will love you, for making him, and allowing him to be mine. Anything and everything. He's just so perfect.

[Gael]

Name: (yet to find a suiting one)
Personality: one of the oldest and wisest kiamaras in history, he has much wisdom. He has attained this wisdom through his father and grandfather. (Wip)
Art: wip

(Wow this would be such a huge honour)

[Batman]

dropping out:3

[Snowseph]

So tempting to try... hes so hawt ouo
But two of my friends enter ;n; Guilt will reign upon me if I try.

[PolarizedVertigo]

Name:Sir Calamaria (Call me Carl)
Personality:Hes HARD at work, but has a soft side, he don't take crap from anyone or anything, and this is a wip
Art: i suck.. but ill try.....

Poem;
Working all day,
workin all night
working in the mo-oo-oon light,.
Baby baby come give me a fright,
dancing in the night...
give me that sweet face of yours
that the light cant resist!
Baby baby come on and..
Dance in the light! DANCE IN THE LIGHT!