[DysphorianAsh]

User: DysphorianAsh
Name: Cinder
Gender: Agender
Impress me!; I don't think I'll be able to finish this but he's so pretty aaa

[Vampire Adam]

Username
Vampire Adam

Kiuii Name
Atlas

Gender
Male

Personality
Atlas approaches the world with a cold indifference. Everyone around him is a potential tool to further his own goals, and he has no problem leaving anyone behind when he's through with them. The world revolves around him (or he believes it should). No one else matters to any significant degree.

He's intelligent, cunning and manipulative. Atlas can trick most people into believing he genuinely cares, when in reality he just sees the potential to use them for something. Smooth and articulate, there are few tells that reveal his true nature.

Few know him for who he truly is, as he's nearly always putting on some kind of facade. After so many years of being a con artist, even he has lost a part of who he once was. He can remember his past just fine, but in some cases he finds it hard to believe those memories are real.

Though it doesn't interfere with his daily life, he's a bit paranoid. As far as he's concerned, no one can truly be trusted. Even if he was able to form meaningful bonds with others, he would find it difficult because of this. The only one he can really rely on is himself.

Aesthetic


Sound
Everybody Wants to Rule the World

[Sinful_Lies]

User: Sinful_Lies
Name: Klokke the horologist
Name Meaning: Klokke is Norwegian for the word clock and a horologist is someone who makes/deals with clocks professionally.
Gender: Agender
Impress me!;
*Describe how they were made*
*Describe what they do*

[HoneyLavender࿐]

User: Ana the Derp
Name: Kello
Name Meaning: Kello is Finnish for Clock.
Gender: Female
Impress me!; (JUST HAND IT TO ME SILENTLY AND NO ONE SHALL KNOW!) XD

[VanossGaming]

VanossGaming // Mali // Female


How they cope with sadness;
Whenever sadness brings her down, Mali can always be found tinkering. She is naturally inclined to mechanics and uses her emotions to her advantage. She uses whatever brings her down as inspiration for her next invention. Mali is always pulling some crazy stunt with her machines or fixing up the broken ones. She thinks of her machines as memories. Some can be fixed up and made to look brand new. However some of them aren't so lucky and stay damaged. Some of her best inventions have come from her worst days. She'll often stay up for hours or days working depending on how bad she feels.

Extra;
Today had been a rough day. Mali breathed in deeply, taking in the sound around her. The clicking and whirring of all her different gadgets. Some of them she'd been working on for ages. Others were newly started projects of bad memories. She took a moment to observe the cogs and wheels, making sure that everything was running as smoothly as possible. Mali made a few adjustments to a few of the wheels making them look their best. She looked around for her tool kit and decided to get to work. A symphony of sounds erupted into life. The banging of the hammers, the drilling of the screws. The room smelled of burning metal and was filled with a glorious heat. It was perfect. Mali dusted herself off, her fur slick with oil. Every memory of hatred that came rushing to her head was channeled into pure energy.

The day she was put in foster care. The hammer flew. The day her house burned down. The kiln roared. The day her mother left for the stars. The work never stopped. Before long the pieces started to all come together. Sunlight reflected on brass wings and silver scales. Mali pondered her next move. "I think I'll need some pistons and a voice box for this guy." She took off, gathering what she needed for her latest work of innovative art. She wouldn't stop until he was complete. Ten, twenty, thirty minutes went by. Mali stepped back from the table admiring her work. A two foot high brass dragon lay on the worktable. It was time for the test. "Hello Triste", She said. The dragon sprang to life, walking around the table. He clicked a few times as if to say hello. Mali couldn't believe it. A few tears streamed down her face. Tears of joy and happiness. All of her black stars, her bad memories, had been put into making this small dragon. There he was wandering on the table, gazing up at her with his illuminated eyes. From that day on Mali knew that she would have Triste to share her bad times with her. He would help her build and become the best part of herself. "Thank you", she whispered to him, "You've made me feel better."
[367/500.]

(In case this looks familiar to some other people. The original adopt that this came from I traded to someone else. I felt like this story needed a new steampunk master. A new Mali to take it's place )

[kuromi !!]

User: ~ ♡ ∂ я ε α м ү ♡ ~
Name: Kartha
Gender: female
Impress me!; wip

[StormSerpent]

User: StormSerpent
Name: Jessie
Gender: female
Impress me!;
Jess wasn't always made out of metal she was just an average Kiuii, until a tragic accident occured when she was young and the only way to save her was to rebuild her out of metal. She can now fly and do other cool stuff but she constantly wishes she could just be normal again.

Jess is very socially insecure, as she stands out, a lot. everyone talks about her, saying she's just a "robot" with no real thoughts of her own. Which mostly isn't true, sure, she's made out of metal but she's still just as alive as any other kiuii. She's learned to just stay inside, as years of teasing and tounding wore her away into being nothing more than a fragile shell, the smallest noise will shatter her. she just spends her time drawing and reading. no matter what she's doing she can be found humming this one tune, she heard this tune once a long time ago, they first time she opened her eyes after the accident, and it's been stuck in her head ever since, it probably doesn't help that she's been humming it for years.

[Guest]

extremely late edit; Unfortunately I truly apologize for not being able to deliver upon the 2 runner up rewards, but the comp had been judged and I am dming vanoss as the winner. Again i am sorry for the belated announcement.