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I'm trying out for Kiamara 2 <3
username: . : Cry : .
name:
gender: male
personality: (word limit 400)
art: (limit 5 pieces, one may be of the siblings if you wish, not required)
short story about this kiamara: (limit 700 words)
relations with other siblings: (limit 400 words)
1 extra of choice: (if words, limit 300; if art, limit 1)

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[ki-neko animura]

I'm trying out for Kiamara 1
username: ki-neko animura
name: Shikari
gender: Female
personality: (word limit 400)
art: (limit 5 pieces, one may be of the siblings if you wish, not required)
short story about this kiamara: (limit 700 words)
relations with other siblings: (limit 400 words)
1 extra of choice: (if words, limit 300; if art, limit 1)


Hey guys, I have a neat idea for us trying out and would love to try to do it. If you are trying out for any of the other siblings please PM me and we can try to make this work.

[Tru]

I'm trying out for Kiamara 1


➤The Basics
♩username:Tru
♪name:Eira
♫gender:Female
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➤personality:
♪Creative- Eira is a very creative individual. She loves all forms of art and at least dabbles in a bit of everything. She thinks of herself as an artist of all sorts. She draws, paints, and writes, though her true passion lies in theater arts. She can play piano and guitar. She is also a very talented singer and actress. This has landed her in her dream job of performing in on stage musicals.♪

♫Abrasive- Eira has a very rough exterior. She was always a bit different and was often bullied during her formative years for it. She has had to grow a very thick skin and it shows a lot around people, especially people she is not fond of or that she doesn't know. She can come off as rude or arrogant, but she's really just trying to protect herself from being hurt. She's really a sweetheart, which all of her best friends know.♫

♩Eccentric-She is definitely on the weird side of strange. She has her own style in everything she does and definitely marches to the beat of her own drum. She doesn't care what anyone thinks of her appearance or how she acts. She doesn't follow fashion, just wears whatever makes her feel good. She loves standing out from the crowd and just being herself.♩

♬Vulgar-She has no filter, even on her best days. Her vocabulary is varied and most of the time she talks worse than a sailor. She's flat out honest and will give you her flat out opinion rather then lie to your face to spare your feelings. She lives by the mottoes of “The Truth Hurts” and “If you don't want my honest opinion, don't ask for it!” The people closest to her have gotten used to this about it and know when and when not to ask for her opinions on things. She is a very outspoken kia and if she comes across something she doesn't agree with, she's not afraid to speak up about it.♬

♭ Entertaining- Apart from people getting a great show when asked for her opinion, she is also very entertaining in many other ways. She loves to make her friends happy and smile in any way that she can. She is not above making a complete and total fool of herself if it means making someone else's life a little brighter.♭
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➤short story about this kiamara: (limit 700 words)

As far back as she can possibly remember, Eira has always been in love with art and more specifically music. She instantly had a keen interest in learning to play instruments and she picked it up quite easily. While she can play a number of instruments, her forte is in piano and guitar. She had no idea she possessed any type of vocal talent until she had started performing on the streets.

As she would play for peoples pocket change, she would often get a lot of compliments on her talent, but especially her voice. She was approached by one person in particular who happened to be directing a local production of the Sound of Music. He offered her the part of Liesl, telling her that talent scouts would be coming to watch.

She was reluctant at first, but eventually agreed to do it. It turns out that she was a hit. One of the scouts was also a Broadway producer, who offered her a small chorus role in a production of the musical Hair. She fell in love with performing and soon started auditioning for larger and more fulfilling roles. While she did audition for standard plays, her biggest passion were musicals. For a while, she only got small chorus and background parts, but that quickly changed.

She got her first larger role as Blind Mag in the off Broadway production of Repo! The Genetic Opera. From there she was offered the role of Maureen Johnson in Rent. This was the biggest hit for her. She loves the character and feels that the character Maureen really helped her to find herself and define her own identity.

Following her success as an on and off Broadway actress, she was able to purchase her own home. Well, not really a home per say. She bought her self an artist loft in the city. As it's just her, she feels she has no need for the dividers that a standard house or apartment comes with. She loves the open design as has all the space in the world to express her creativity.

She often goes to the rooftop of her building after work, writing and playing her own original songs to help her relax and unwind from the day and evenings performance. Her biggest dream is to make her own musical, but she knows she has a very long way to go, so for now she is content keeping her own work private and working very hard on her performances to give everyone the very best show.

Apart from her music and art. She greatly enjoys hanging out with her friends. She has made numerous friends varying from people she met from attending her shows, fellow cast and orchestra members, and other people she's met who fit into her niche. She loves going to dive bars and listening to local talents.

She is an artsy, wild, fun loving girl who does her very best to enjoy her life to the fullest. She tries not to live in the past, but also realizes that with out, she wouldn't be where she is now. Though her memories of her family and childhood seem to be lacking to fuzzy at best, she tries everyday to make new memories that fill her life with meaning and purpose.
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Eira knows of her other siblings, but has a tendency to avoid them if she can. Because of her wild and reckless behavior, she often felt like she didn't fit in with her sibs. She always felt a bit of an outcast. She is starting to, however, miss them a bit. Frequently while she is rehearsing for her performances or playing music, she'll think back on them. She's debating to herself on whether or not she should invite them to one of her plays and have a family reunion, but something inside always stops her.

What if she isn't good enough for them? What if they are ashamed of her life choices? As she has no other family to her knowledge, she fears alienating the members she does have. She adores her life and wonders if any of her siblings have found a life they enjoy as well. They're probably all well off with distinguished careers, and here she is as an actress who pours her heart and soul out to even get bit parts in a play.

Her memories of her past are foggy at best. She knows she had four siblings, but often can't even recall their names or genders. She feels so guilty for this and for not maintaining contact with them. She has no pictures of them either. She does remember how they look though. Together they seems to make up the spectrum, shining bright with their colors and stripes. They all had their shorter than normal tails, though even the tails were all a bit different. And their feathers, they all shared the same black and gray feathers at their tails.

Where had those feathers come from? And more to the point, where did they they come from. Five siblings just seemingly thrown into the world. No parents to speak up and memories so secluded that it made Eira's head hurt every time she tried to dig them up. Perhaps one day she and her siblings could meet up again. Maybe they had the answers of their past that Eira so desperately sought or maybe they could solve their mystery of their existence together, as a family.
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➤1 extra of choice: (if words, limit 300; if art, limit 1)
Take Me or Leave Me-Animated Video
All Art Done By Me-Music Clip "Take Me or Leave Me" from Rent

[stoatkiss]

I'm trying out for Kiamara 1
username: tiedye7
name:
gender: male
personality: (word limit 400)
art: (limit 5 pieces, one may be of the siblings if you wish, not required)
short story about this kiamara: (limit 700 words)
relations with other siblings: (limit 400 words)
1 extra of choice: (if words, limit 300; if art, limit 1)

res so hard

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I'm trying out for Kiamara 2

υsεяηαмε:


Everfaith13

кια ηαмε:


Fleur, French for Flower

gεη∂εя:


Female

ρεяsσηαℓιтү:


Fleur is a very sweet and caring Kiamara. She was always the voice of reason with her brothers and sisters, and acts as the mature one out of all of them. She enjoys the snow as much as she enjoys surfing or other fun activities and places. Every once in a while, her temper can break if tested, and you don’t want to be around her when that happens. After all, it’s the nice and kind ones that are quite frightening when angered. Along with this, she has strong passion when it comes to hate or love, and will do anything to protect her loved ones. She also enjoys listening to pop and rock music while relaxing on the edge of the water, getting some sunlight and warmth in her rather cold home.

(137 words)

αят ριεcεs:


[Piece One] , [Piece Two] , [Piece Three] , [Piece Four] , [Piece Five]

sнσят sтσяү αвσυт тнιs кιαмαяα:


Pain, horrible pain, the likes of which Fleur had never felt before, and anger. Then suddenly.. It was all gone. She opened her eyes to find the most beautiful world around her. “I’m.. Free?” She looked at her creators, Meili and Talonzi. “Thank you so much for freeing me!” She said gleefully. She turned and looked at her tail, her eyes widening. “My.. Tail..?” Well.. If it was the price to pay for her freedom, she was okay with a shorter tail. Fleur knew she was still beautiful.

She looked at her brothers and sisters with curiosity, admiring their different colors and styles. She could hardly believe they had been arguing so briefly before, and now she knew they could all live in peace. After all, her and her siblings were special. They shouldn’t argue or fight, but rather get along and enjoy their lives.

Venturing away from her siblings and wishing them farewell, Fleur found vast oceans with curious little creatures. She leaned over the edge of a rock once, and a fish splashed her before swimming away, but this didn’t bother her. She was amused by the little fish. With this, she also found green forests with beautiful birds whose colors matched her and her siblings, and flowers that bore her name. Before long, she found herself in a rather cold area, with snow glistening in the moonlight. She looked around to see beautiful colors in the sky that matched her fur. She finally found where she belonged on Earth.

(264 words)

яεℓαтισηs ωιтн σтнεя sιвℓιηgs:


Oren was Fleur’s orange-pelt brother, and she was younger than Oren by a few moments after their seperation. Lola was Oren’s twin sister, bearing similar fur colors but only their hair and gender seperating them. There was Verde, green-pelt brother to the other Kias, and finally Paradisus, Pari for short, who was their athletic and surf-loving sister. Despite their gender and color differences, Fleur and her siblings were all similar in the way they acted, at least when they were happy. Most would say none but Lola and Oren were related, but if they knew all the siblings well enough, they would notice the similarities. Fleur loves her siblings with her heart and soul, no matter how annoying they could be at times. Her love for them only increased when they were seperated, as they could finally be happy.

(143 words)

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[More Art of the Lovely Fleur<3]

[mango sherbet]

here are hex codes for all five! please note there's a lot of overlay and multiply on the designs and these codes don't include all of the effects. for the best accuracy in your art, get the hex codes yourself! c:
(i'll get apple to add these to the first post sometime soon!)

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　 　 　　　　　　　 ✘ I'm trying out for Kiamara #1

u s e r n a m e : Princess Marco

You may also know me as HarryPotter<3. You may call me
Marco, Harry, or HP; my preferred pronouns are her/she.

a l i a s : Carden

Celtic, meaning The Black Fortress, he will also go by Card
for short, just don't call him Car.

g e n d e r : Male

Cis, he/him pronouns.

cautious / persistent / selfless / unyielding / anxious

i　a m :

I am not brave. I am not courageous. I am timid and lost and the world around me feels wrong. I see injustices and I don’t know what to do. I frown and wonder what happened to them that would cause them to behave like that. I feel uneasy and wish I could be like my siblings; they perceiver, they conquer, they make the world brighter. And I am stuck, stuck in neutral where I am not moving forward or going backwards. But I am learning, I am growing in a body that feels foreign and I am trying my damnedest to make the world feel right. It may be slow going, but I am hard headed and stubborn and will do something, anything to help. Maybe it’s because I care too much, or maybe it’s just because I want to feel alright, but the thought of aiding those who need help, need someone, need something to get them through the day, week, month, lifetime, puts me at ease. I need to put a smile on someones face, I need to make the world a brighter, more colorful place. I see the grey falling around me and it’s frightening. But at the same time, I am scared of growing close to those around me. I am afraid of loosing others or disappointing them, so I immerse myself into thing that cannot abandon me. I am dedicated, I am hopeful, and I know change can happen. I can easily become frustrated or irritated, but I do not explode. I am not reckless, I am carful and precise. Yet at times I allow my emotions to get the better of me, and I willingly accept the price for it. I put the blame on myself; there is always something better I could have done. I am hesitant to dive into new territory, I am afraid of the uncertain, but I will push myself. I may back away, but that only gives me room to get a running start.

I am me.

--w i s t e r i a

Wisteria is calmest of us all and the one I connect best with. They are my right hand, my side kick. I go to them for help more than any of my other siblings, because they seem to give me the most rational answer. They're the wisest, so I depend on Wisteria the most. They are collected and giving, they guide me when I am lost and don't know what to do, they are reassuring and I am grateful for them. I love them, and find them the hardest to part with.

--c o s m o s

Cosmos is the loudest of us all. They are my pick-me-up, they are bright, happy, and outgoing to the point where sometimes I can’t take it. They’re boisterous, bold, and above all else, positive. They’re endearing and I admire their strength to smile for so long, but there comes a time where I need a break from the noise and laughter. But I do go to them first if I am needing a change on a bad day. Our relationship can be summed up as: best in small dose’s.

--c h l o r o s

Chloros is the strongest of us. They're brash and unbreakable, they don’t have an Achilles heel. They're hardheaded and stubborn, but above all, the one I go to when I cannot conquer feats. Around them I a bit timid and overwhelmed by their power, but when in dire need, they offer the best source of strength when I need it, always willing to shoulder what I cannot, and I am deeply appreciative for that. They could be called the rock of us all, the one that can’t be beaten or brought down.

-c o r d e l i a

Cordelia is the most passive. They’re a blunt, straight forward, peace keeper. They’re not afraid to be brutally honest, but are also the one I butt heads with most. They don’t sugar coat, they don’t care about others opinions. We argue and bicker but despite this, I can always depend on them to clear my clouded vision. If I’m biased or misled, they redirect me to the equilibrium, even if it isn’t in the most gentle way. No matter how many fights we have, they’ll always be my voice of truth.

He’s here again. He’s telling me which blocks to use to build the best bridge for my truck. I’m not sure who he is, or if anyone can see him. I don’t remember a time when he wasn’t here.

“How odd is it that each of the kids tails are bobbed?” I hear my neighbor ask my mother, they’re chatting in the kitchen over coffee while I play in the living room with him. “Odd, yes, but I guess it’s just a little quirk our family has. I asked my mother and she said she can’t remember anyone from my side having the bobbed tail, and their dad’s side doesn’t have any trace of it either.” I hear my mother chirp before taking another sip of her coffee. “Well you know what the legends say, five siblings all marked by the cut tail will hail as heavens angels” the neighbor said. “Well, I need two more to make a pack of five. We’ll just have to wait and see” I heard my mother chuckle. I’m not quite sure what the lady means…I look up at him and all he does is smile and ruffle my hair. I think he knows.

At four, when I first start taking lessons, he stands next to me, guiding me. I’m not quite sure how he knows all of this, but his presence goes unnoticed by the rest of the kids in my class. My mom told me that imaginary friends are normal and that everyone makes one when they get lonely, but I don’t remember making him. When we practice our turns, I fall over and over again. But he always nudges my shoulder, like he’s trying to tell me to try it again. I think I appreciate his presence.

I was told that he would go away when I got older, and he did. He only seemed to show up when I struggled or couldn’t find the answers to life’s questions. He never spoke or acknowledged anyone but me. He always smiled gently and would nod or shake his head at my questions. I’m curious to know who he is and why he’s here.

As I reached high school his appearances increased, I would spend evenings after school in the library, tucked in corners as I milled through books. I thought at first that he could simply be a Tulpa, a projection of my consciousness; but then again I would have had to have made him. It wasn’t until I got desperate that I ventured into the supernatural section. What I had decided at that time was that he was my guardian angel, and I was partially right. But it wasn’t till years later would I understand.

It was my sophomore year of college, I was majoring in Dance and minoring in Phycology for the hell of it. Over Thanksgiving break we were to research the topic of Reincarnation for one of my phyc classes. I never gave it much thought and put it off till the very end because the food seemed more interesting. But that Sunday before classes resumed, I think I understood.



As I flipped to the next chapter of Journey of Souls, perched on top of my bunk bed, I became a bit skeptical; “Seeing Yourself Again” stood in bold letters at the top of the page. But oddly enough it peaked my interest and decided not to skip that chapter, and i’m thankful I didn’t.

See, there’s this theory in phycology that states that when a being is reincarnated into the same entity as they were previously, they may have the opportunity to view themselves again, the being from their previous life. Now maybe i’m just crazy, maybe i’m miles off and this is all just in my head, but him, the guy who has been following me around for my entire life, might just be me.

　

　 　 　　

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I started dance when I about three years old. Because of my lack of tail, I had a hard time balancing. Mom read somewhere that dance helps strengthen your core and balance, so she decided to enroll me instantly. I didn't take to it at first, we had to wear black tights and tank top that clung to our bodies in the tots class. We started out with ballet and got our feet wet with tap toward the end of the year, but the lessons went by slowly. We would spend weeks at a time on basic steps, and I was a quick learner, so most of time I was bored.

When we started jazz in the kids class, things got better. I enjoyed it, it became a hobby and something to keep me busy. But when I joined the intermediate dancers and was introduced to lyrical, I fell in love. This style of dance was my outlet, it allowed me to release every feeling from frustration to happiness. It was unlike ballet or tap where you stuck to the books, it wasn't always obnoxiously happy all the time like jazz. It was me. By the end of my senior year I realized that this is what I was going to do with my life. I was going to dance, perform, and compete, maybe even teach later on. So now I live in Manhattan, New York, attending college to major in dance. I take lessons at a studio uptown where the dancers almost feel like family. And he’s followed me every step of the way.

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-Personality - 336 | Extra - 265
- Relations - 366 | Story - 650

[Wolf's Spirit]

I'm trying out for Kiamara (# here)
username: Wolf's Spirit
name: Skylar
gender: male
personality: (word limit 400) homosexual
Guitarist Open minded. Hates stereotypes ironically hates/very intolerable to cold loves arctic life, especially penguins

favorite place is Antarctica because that's where the penguins be at. Also loves the north arctic region, and some of his favorite animals from there are the polar bear and arctic fox.

art: (limit 5 pieces, one may be of the siblings if you wish, not required)
short story about this kiamara: (limit 700 words)
relations with other siblings: (limit 400 words) calls number one pumpkin head
1 extra of choice: (if words, limit 300; if art, limit 1)

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[center][color=#946f5e][size=150]»Name«[/size][/color]
Skylar
[color=#be907b][size=125]»Nicknames«[/size][/color]
[size=85]Sky[/size]

[color=#946f5e][size=150]»Personality«[/size][/color]
[color=#be907b][size=125]»Basic«[/size][/color]
[color=#946f5e]|[/color] [color=#fc9fc7]Sweet[/color] [color=#946f5e]|[/color] [color=#be907b]Gentle[/color] [color=#946f5e]|[/color] [color=#fc9fc7]Social Butterfly[/color] [color=#946f5e]|[/color] [color=#be907b]Day Dreamer[/color] [color=#946f5e]|[/color] [color=#fc9fc7]Music Lover[/color] [color=#946f5e]|[/color] [color=#be907b]Witty[/color] [color=#946f5e]|[/color] [color=#fc9fc7]Playful[/color] [color=#946f5e]|[/color][/center]
[quote="Skylar's Music"][left]xXx[/left][right]xXx[/right][center][b][i]♪You Spin me Right Round♫
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 Penguins[/left][right][color=#be907b][size=125]»Dislikes«[/size][/color]
 Snow

 cold weather[/right][color=#be907b][size=125]»In Depth«[/size][/color]
[size=85]Skylar blah blah blah [/size]

[size=150]»Storytime«[/size]
[size=85]♪♫ihjdsfokjadsf♫♪

♪♫oerifjoerijf♫♪

♪♫lakjfdldskjflk♫♪[/size]

[color=#946f5e][size=150]»Art«[/size][/color][/center]

Helpful stuffs:::
likes/dislikes:

✔ music
✘ cold weather


Thanks mango!!!

here are hex codes for all five! please note there's a lot of overlay and multiply on the designs and these codes don't include all of the effects. for the best accuracy in your art, get the hex codes yourself! c:
(i'll get apple to add these to the first post sometime soon!)

#1
a5fad9
b4fdc5
cde777
edc62b
de6103
3f0700
ffce7f
ffffff
33bd7d
5dc26d
adcb55
d5c03a
ff9800
7ce193
212121
d1d1d1

#2
fd76db
b850b7
dd7ad1
a079e1
483fbd
4640be
ffffff
241154
704db2
c66bc4
ee61e6
7f56ba
212121
d1d1d1

#3
ff3662
e4343c
ff5c26
d0380b
fea500
710012
ffffff
ff395b
212121
d1d1d1

#4
0092ab
1ab997
66db5f
9af043
238a2f
ffffff
002a5e
1c807a
029ab0
212121
d1d1d1

#5
ff9700
d3a52c
84a459
4fae91
44c7bb
0c6076
148399
36dbe1
00263f
ffffff
ff9004
212121
d1d1d1