[Qiokkabee]

Username:
The Stalker

Name: Peyton
5 Personality Traits:
Rebellious
Ambitious
Radiant
Sweet

Sibling Rivalry:

WIP <3

I'm sorry for taking up space.
She's beautiful but I found no time for her,
even though I was determined to make her my first kiamara.

[fallenfishy]

Username:

Name:

5 Personality Traits:
Concilatory
"intended or likely to placate or pacify"

Mawkish
"sentimental in a feeble or sickly way"

Tractable
"easy to control or influence"

Dutiful
"conscientiously or obediently fulfilling one's duty"

Magnanimous
"very generous or forgiving"

Brotherly Love:
(Then either write a short [1000 words or less] story with her and her brother OR draw a picture of them interacting.)

Very, very tempting.

[FennecFox]

Unfortunately I have no time to finish a form for this beautiful girl ._.
I'll be watching whoever wins her!

[Clara Erassari]

My reserve~ <3

[Golden.AUO]

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Sibling Rivalry:

*Art made by Myself, Bloodscythe

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Username:
Bloodscythe

Name:
Viola

5 Personality Traits:
Allocentric | Competitive | Impatient | Mischievous | Stubborn

Extra (short story):
Boring. This whole day was just boring. Ian had been off with Lactea doing some sort of mother/ son thing, and Viola was stuck with Abigail doing some sort of mother/ daughter thing. It was a boring mother/ daughter thing, something with building with blocks that Viola had already built three very tall, flimsy structures with just to out do Abigail's small, strong ones. But they always ended up being little lessons in 'good characteristics'. Now Viola just sat, staring out the window, watching other Kias go by. Her imagination ran wild with the different possibilities these other people could have. Maybe that petite female one was actually a tough pirate, or the tall, muscly male was a superhero in his 'everyday' clothes. Other people really interested her, especially more than these redundant tasks. Well, unless Ian was doing them too, Viola couldn't let him get ahead of her. But Ian wasn't here right now and building blocks were entertaining after the first go.Then her mother's voice brought her out of her musings, "how about coloring?" The suggestion was interesting enough to Viola, but she sill rather go out to learn other people's stories.
"No." The soft eyes of her mother seemed to question her protest, but Viola stood on her decision, "Reading?"
"We read earlier..." Then her mother's eyes gleamed with something new, "How about you draw scenes from the books." That idea seemed better than just plain drawing, and Viola could also make excuses to keep reading for 'ideas'.
"Alright, Mum."

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[icseal]

Username:
Name:
5 Personality Traits:
Brotherly Love/Sibling Rivalry: (Choose ONE of the two names. Then either write a short [1000 words or less] story with her and her brother OR draw a picture of them interacting.)
reserved as of now

[headphone raichu.]

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Username;;
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headphone raichu.

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Name;;
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Agate {AH-gate}, which is of an english origin and means, 'A precious stone'. Her nickname, however, is Aggie {AH-gie}, and only her family members can call her that.

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5 Personality Traits;;
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---excitable
The smallest things can get Agate excited, from one of her mothers returning home from their jobs everyday to a mother planning a play-date with one of her friends. Yes, it tends to blow their cover if they're playing games like hide-and-seek or war, but Agate doesn't really care if she's caught, unless she was teamed up with one of her friends. Then, yes, she does feel pretty guilty, but luckily they quickly get over it.
---picky
Even at a young agqe, Agate is a very picky kiamara. Ever since she could talk, the young fae's been complaining to her parents if the slightest thing wasn't correct in her little world. If her mane was a little bit off, Agate tells begs her parents to fix it, even to the extent of her creating a full on temper tantrum until she gets what she wants.
---loud
A bit louder then she would like to admit, Agate wants to be noticed for her looks as well as for her knowledge. I know what you're thinking--she's a baby, how much could she know? Agate has learned to observe everything around her, and believes that she already knows everything that there is to learn.
---proud
Loud as well as proud, Agate gets this trait from one of her beloved mothers, Abigail. She hates to give up in any situation, and doesn't like to admit when she's wrong--never. EVER. End of story.
---stubborn
w.i.p

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Brotherly Love/Sibling Rivalry;; {???/1000}
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Side note;; Agate has more of a 'brotherly love' relationship with her only brother, Ian, though they do have their moments where they clash, as all siblings tend to do once and a while. Being only slightly younger then Ian, Agate looks up to him as a figure to follow--a role model, really. More of a follower than a leader, the young kia greatly trusts her brother in many matters, from what she should do today to where to hide out when they're fighting their opponents in a snowball war--that is, all except matters of the heart as well as fashion. That's where the little kiamara becomes her own being and leaves her older brother in the dust ;3

Anthro styled story.
Agate smiled, her small, agile fingers toying with the hem of her small white dress as she rested on the edge of her bed, watching her older brother Ian begin to
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Q's & A's;;
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Q1 - Hello, Agate! I'm gonna get straight into it--what do you like the most about your parents?
---A1 - I love my both of my mommy's manes--so pretty and swirly... I can't wait until I'm older and my own mane is longer so I can try to brush it out and curl it and decorate it like their's!
Q2 - What do you want to be when you grow up?
---A2 - I really wanna be a hairdresser or a fashion lady--oooh, wait! What about both!! I could have my own little boutique inside my hair place, and I could go back and fourth between them on a moving sidewalk-thingy and check if everyone is doing their job and-and-and *begins to talk so fast that we couldn't even record what she was saying*

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[henley]

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Username;; Ismene

Name;; If my prayers were to be answered, then I would name this sweet little girl Georgia May. The name itself holds no particular meaning to her character, I just find that it suits her endearing pressance. c:

Personality;;
ⅣⅡⅤⅢ ❂ Dainty. Little Gigi, for all her childish antics, always seems to possess an air of someone much older. Hair always piled in a perfect messy bun, fur never mussed, and paws always clean. A perfect little lady!
ⅠⅣⅤⅢ ❂ Blithe, or "showing a casual and cheerful indifference considered to be callous or improper". Most probably her fatal flaw, this charactaristic will definatly stay a part of her personality through adulthood. It's not meaning rude or easily bored, more like carefree. Causing her stress would be a very difficult task for she is so blithe and level headed that she can navigate most problems with ease.
ⅠⅣⅡⅤ ❂ Selfless. Georgia lives to please, especially her family. For now, it is in only minor ways, as she is very young. She gleefully gives spare coins to the poor, holds open doors for strangers, and always shares her markers with the other kias in her school. If I were to win her, this trait would probably drop off around her teenage years. Not that she will ever become anything but kind uvu
ⅠⅡⅤⅢ ❂ Feeble. Between litters of any creature, there is always the lesser sybling. By no choice of anyone but fate's, Georgia is that sybling. She cannot play as roughly as other children, nor fight back against bullies on the playground. But she is very lucky, for she has and always will have a loving brother to watch over her.
ⅠⅣⅡⅢ ❂ Monophobic. Not that she ever has been, nor probably ever will be left alone. Georgia has an existential fear of being alone. She has frequent nightmares of running through a large city, but no matter how far she runs she cannot find a single soul to help her.

Brotherly love;;
School Days

Extra;;
Lines by pedunkle. Line-edits and coloring by me.

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[Vintage]

RES...

Username:
Name:
5 Personality Traits:
Brotherly Love/Sibling Rivalry: (Choose ONE of the two names. Then either write a short [1000 words or less] story with her and her brother OR draw a picture of them interacting.)

[etheraus]

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“He carries stars in his pockets
because he knows she fears the dark.”
― Alaska Gold

Username: Valentine.

Name: Sym
➳ A chosen nickname for the English
name "Samantha". Pronounced sy-m;
meaning "sounding together".
Harmony, especially of sound or color.)

5 Personality Traits:

Fast Talker

Her voice is naturally soft, quiet, and dainty; also quick-paced. She isn't aware of her rapid
speech, and is often asked to repeat herself. She'll begin talking faster when excited or nervous,
emotions which she has almost all the time, but her average speech is quite quick as well.

Creative

Sym isn't held down by the rules we learn when we grow older; she doesn't know about science,
and she doesn't understand when others say that she can never steal a star from the sky. Most of
her time is spent inside of her own world, though the world she believes in also happens to be the
one she lives in.

Trusting

Sym tends to put her trust into everyone she meets, whether they deserve it or not. She trusts
through all forms; including things such as often sharing her secrets with others. Because of her
easily placed trust, she often finds it falling into the wrong hands, though once an apology is said
the trust is reinstated rather quickly.

Easily Deceived

Sym's belief isn't limited to a single thing; if she's told something, she'll often believe it.
She is found to believe things that are more far-fetched, such as fairy-tales or legends of her own
creation. She believes almost anything, and can often be manipulated or deceived through this
easily-found belief.

Selfish

Like other children, Sym can be selfish; just not in the ways most children are. Sym longs for
many things: knowledge, friends, and a star to keep beside her.

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A Brotherly Love:

The dimming light passed through the thick, dark branches of the old tree. It stood alone, separated from everything but the sky, though that was the only connection that mattered to Sym. If her dainty paws could reach the lowest branch, she would be the one that carelessly maneuvered over the tree to the thinning branches Sym longed so much to touch; but she couldn't. The tips of her fingers grazed against the air below the lowest branch when she stood on the tips of her toes, and the barren ground around her erased her idea of standing upon something.

Her smaller fingers tugged against her older brother's hand, and she saw a soft smile appear at the corners of his mouth. She wasn't sure if he was smiling because of her, or because of the situation she had put him into; his emotions were hard to read sometimes. She wasn't sure what she thought about him, either; they were much more similar than either of them would admit.

Sym's voice was naturally soft, but most people could still hear her; maybe not understand her-- she had a habit of talking too quickly for anyone to understand. "Ian," Sym began; dainty, quiet. "Will you get me a star?" He nodded softly; gentle, like he was sometimes. The sometimes where he would hold her hand and offer her a star.

The moment ended; all for the better. The night would not wait for hours longer, and Sym could tell the excitement in her brother's eyes. Danger always seemed to excite him, things that were slightly threatening and hard to accomplish. She wasn't sure what to think about this; she wouldn't have chosen that trait, but it was her brother's choice of action. And it was without surprise that she watched him pull himself into the lowest branch-- struggling against the height, as he was only slightly taller than Sym was --and swung up the thinning branches, unfazed by the snapping and bending twigs beneath his carelessly-placed paws. Sym's face began to darken slightly with jealousy; it was her tree, her task, her star. But it was her brother's actions, and they were actions that the small kiamara could not fathom to accomplish on her own. His actions; her mind.

They were a great pair.

Sym turned her attention to the darkening shape of her brother as his paws reached farther and farther up the tree. The branches he placed his paws on looked more like springy twigs to Sym; her jealousy seemed misplaced. She would never have the courage to place her weight on something that was almost nonexistent, not like Ian. They were much more different than either of them would admit.

A twig snapped above, hitting Sym on the top of her head. She flinched, then turned her head back upwards toward her brother. She hoped no more twigs would fall; would hit her in the head. "Ian!" She called up to her brother, though he seemed to disappear against the dark silhouette of the tree. That was a bit odd-- she was the one with the darker coloured fur. He had always seemed to stand out, though apparently not this time.

He didn't seem to hear her; he seemed oblivious to the previously-snapped branch. His progress did seem to be slowing in the slightest, however; perhaps the branches were snapping before he could climb any higher. "Ian!" She called again, but her soft voice didn't carry. Ian continued to climb, though he switched to a different side of the tree, where Sym could no longer see him. She hurried to circle the tree, tripping slightly on her own feet, and looked up to spot her brother. This time it was easy to spot him: just listen for the snapping branches, and the sound of a falling kiamara.

His small body hit the smaller branches, breaking some and bending others. The broken ones cascaded down on to and around Sym, forcing her to shield her eyes. She wanted to shield her eyes; she didn't want to watch Ian fall.

With her face turned toward the ground, she expected to see him finally hit the ground. But he didn't, and slowly, Sym raised her eyes to the darkened tree. Ian clutched the lowest branch, hanging slightly over Sym's head, and attempted a smile down at his little sister. Sym thought it looked more like a grimace in pain-- it would make sense. He was covered in scratches, and probably marks where a few bruises would show up in the morning. A few smaller twigs stuck in his pale fur, as well; the thought made Sym stifle a laugh.

With one of his hands still clutching tightly to the rough branch, Ian extended the other to her. "Do you need a hand up?" Ian said, grinning mischievously. That was good; his smile was back, at least for a little while. Sym paused to consider his offer. "I'm not sure I want one anymore," Sym said, grinning, but she took his hand anyways. Maybe she could show him that she could climb higher.

They were much more similar that either of them would admit.

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