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[kittu]

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"ＵＳＥＲＮＡＭＥ"
Kittu Blu
"ＮＡＭＥ"
Delta
As for an explanation, I guess it
just came with her exotic design and colors,
and the name just makes me think of
forests and the wild. So, after thinking,
I chose Delta as the name for the girl.
"ＡＰＰＥＡＲＡＮＣＥ ＩＮ Ａ ＳＴＯＲＹ"
As you might know, Delta isn't always
in our world of thinking, and is constantly off doing
whatever suddenly comes to her mind, so have you
ever wondered why she looks like she does? With
her hair bundled into many many different parts
and holes cut out of it? Well the answer might be
easy to see after I explain. Do you remember the first
time you were exposed to beads and scissors? Well
Delta will. Thats the first day she walked outside with
her mane covered in holes and knotted into beads.
Her mother had walked into the house carrying a bag
and smiling, and Delta had dashed up, bouncing around
her mothers feet, until her mum dropped the bag on the
table and placed Delta in a seat, then told her she had some
crafts for her. Delta grabbed the bag as her mom walked out,
gasping as she saw the beads and scissors. She had asked for
some for a long time, though never actually told her mother why.
Delta grabbed the scissors and beads, running over and locking
herself inside her room. The young Kia sat down in front of her
mirror, and began combing her hair. This was going to be hard,
though she had the perfect items to go with the hair-do she was
planning on giving herself. She turned to the mirror, then began
snipping away at her wonderful greyish mane, the long strands of
hair, and sliding beans into place. After about an hour she looked up,
and gasped, her eyes brightening. It was perfect! She ran outside,
finding her mom and bouncing around her again until she looked up
and screamed, staring at Delta's hair for a moment, before calming
down. She didn't like it, but after trying to get it undone, she gave up,
the beads were simply impossible to pull out. Thats how she got her items
though, it all started with her wanting a popular hair style. Though she's
the only one to still enjoy it.
"ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ"
Delta's personality is a... difficult one to explain.
In all honesty i'd call her bipolar, or say she has multi-personalities.
She only has two though, and once you pay attention to them,
they aren't the worst things. Normally, for her most common
personality, Delta is
Shy [x] Delicate [x] Organized [x] Quiet
Yes, When she's in a normal state, she is not the most active
or adventurous kia. She'll hide behind those she trusts, only peering
out at others as she is coaxed away from her hiding place. She is also
indeed quite organized, and if left to a messy place by herself, will
begin to stack everything into neat piles (Which often results in lost items)
Though when Delta is in her other way of life, she is
Loud [x] Adventurous [x] Rough [x] Sassy
Which is nearly the complete opposite of her normal self. When she makes a friend,
they often take awhile to get used to how she is, an how she lives, and until
they do understand, Delta tends to stick to those she has known longer, but once
they figure her out and enjoy both of her sides, she'll drag them anywhere.
"ＡＲＴ"
#1. Me

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[Doodles]

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ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ

♞ doodles;

ｎａｍｅ

♞ Vivian Renee DeLeon

Hi Apple. Ignore this, you know. it's just here but if you find this
ily<3

Vivian tapped on the window of the old SUV. Impatience flooded through her, exploding in her blood stream and ending in her heart. She couldn't help but want to get home, no matter the rubble that probably lay in store for them. She wanted to see how their house had faired; how her tree-house had done. Many things special to her had to be left behind, including most of the things her father had given her. Whom of which was lost at sea, had been for almost six years. She sighed to herself, making faces out of the humidity from the raindrops and heat. Up ahead Vivian could see the huge line of cars, mostly loud beeps and angry curses filled the air. Her Mother and herself weren't the only people dying to get home to see how their houses and businesses held up. Her Mother held a composed face, she noticed out of the corner of her eye. It look composed at least, but knowing her for so long. Seeing her broken and lost after her father 'died', she knew her Mother was dying inside. Their home, the place they'd done everything they could to keep up and running. Vivian let out a tired sigh as they made their way through the thick, and crowded line. It almost made her wonder what New York was like. She quickly noticed her Mother turn away from the rest of the cars and onto and more or less partially busy street. It was the long stretch home, though judging from the condition of the street they were going down Vivian didn't hold high hopes. Perking her ears she watched as they passed a standing little house, with only part of the roof blown and smashed in. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized it wasn't just any home, it was her home. "Mom.." she trailed, opening the car door even before her Mother completely stopped the car. Her tree-house lay in ruins. Her Father and herself had created it when she was really young, they'd hand picked the wood and just about everything incorporated into it. Thanks to him it was even connected to the land-line so when it had been in tact it had been able to get wifi and television. Carefully Vivian walked through the debris, her eyes darting around at the mess. Not only was her tree-house in the mess but other various object from only god knew where. It almost brought her to tears to see the place in shambles. She'd loved it and kept it nice and clean. She might not have used it, but never the less she loved the place so. Her eyes around, looking at everything that lay before her. Shredded toys, wood snapped in half, cloth. She closed her eyes, only to open them a moment later. The window cloth, hand picked by her and her Father. It had been one of the very last things she'd done with him before he went missing. Eyeing it carefully she reached down, her hand brushing against the damp cloth that had been her curtains. "I could use this." She whispered to herself, looking at it half-heartedly. Scrunching her nose like she always used to, she shoved it into her jacket pocket. It was petty darn damp and she knew after a while it would leave a wet water stain. She'd need to move it out of her clothes quickly. She'd make something out of the cloth, she just wasn't quiet sure what she would use it for yet.

uvu It doesn't exactly explain the making for the items itself, but I'm assuming the conclusion would lead you to assume that she ended up sewing/making the items out of the cloth. As for how, I won't go into detail as I feel like that would seem unfair and it would make it look like im trying to get around the 600 word limit rule.

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Vivian holds two key 'hoards', or valuables as she likes to call them. Wind Chimes, being the first, are one of he most valuable of them all. She just loves the sweet and unique sounds that come out of them. She likes to thing that not ever Wind Chime can produce the same exact sound at the next. For the most part you can find most of her chimes hanging around her bedroom and front yard. However her most 'prized' ones are those hanging in one of the most absurd places of all. Her closet. She likes to hide herself away in there once in a while and listen to the sweet tunes that escape from the chimes, locked away from the rest of the worlds judgment. Of course there wasn't wind her closet until she had a carpenter hand craft one so she could open the window time to time to listen to the melodies the chimes had to offer. Her second hoard would be her Sand Dollar collection. No one Sand Dollar is alike. Each have a different hole size and position, giving each one a unique beauty to itself. She doesn't go out to stores and spend hundreds of dollars buying Sand Dollars from a store; she hand finds them on her own. Most mornings she wakes up long before sun-rise to get a head-start. Scanning the beaches countlessly trying to find Sand Dollars. Most weekends she wades in sad bars her feet shuffling the ground trying to find that smooth yet rough feeling of a Sand Dollar. As of now she has collected 278 Sand Dollars all on her own, and over 50 Wind Chimes in two years alone, all from different areas of the globe; not just America.

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xXx by wiowen

[Ralonica]

Wow.
wowowow.
Apple, this is amazing. You have really outdone yourself.
I can't wait for the others. This is fantastic. <3

[Pi.]

Awesome ! I may or may not enter ovo

[.Eclipse.]

Yeah....this is the girl for me
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∞Aurelia∞
❝The good girl was pushed, and turned into what stands before us❞

-> I'm not all that bad

Name

Aurelia. Seems simple..average. But it beholds
the meaning no Kiamara will never understand. It means
golden- Not the color gold but golden as in beloved. Aure
was indeed once a precious stone- loved by everyone because
of her life she used to have. She does not explain her passed to
anyone ever. But she was given this name by her mother, thats
all you need to know.

Why do I wear what I do?

She wears the items she wears for quite a few reasons.

[Neko-the-Gunslinger]

Possible reserve <3 OwO

Good luck to all! >w<
(Windy's was the one I was searching a long time for <3 But this one is tempting me as much as it does the others. I just don't wish to steal her away from someone who could truly love her. )

[vee.]

...oh crap.
I love her, Apple xD

[Hiroko]

possible reserve. c:

[bullie]

Chime