[sapiosexual]

I'm trying out for Kiamara 2
username:
name:
gender:
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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[Rabbit]

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Who am I? Hello, I am Xerberus.

What is my purpose? I'm trying out for Kiamara 2, the beautiful and elegant Kia that
struck a chord in my heart the moment I saw her.
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What is your name? My name is Astraea. I was named after a nickname of the Goddess
of Justice, Dike. (dye-key)

What is your gender? Despite being addressed as either pronoun, I am in fact a female.
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It honestly depends on how comfortable I feel around you. My external self is rather cold and antisocial. Without a strong feeling of security around you, I tend to act reclusive, and I'll only speak if spoken to or if it's necessary for whatever reason. When spoken to, it's common that I'll respond with a rude retort or with heavy sarcasm. I'm not entirely mean, nor polite. It takes a bit to get used to, however, especially if you're not used to it. As you get to know me, however, you may realize that i'm quite gentle on the inside, as well as motherly. I have the tendency to look over and protect my close friends and family, and will not hesitate to sacrifice myself for their well being. Many also come to me, desiring assistance or advice in a situation, or just a shoulder to cry on. I'm known to be patient and determined, for I rarely give up on anything once I've set my mind to it. I always complete tasks that are given to me, which is another reason why others tend to turn to me when they need someone. However, above all, I value fairness and justice, due to a previous incident. It's not a wise idea to come to me when wanting a quick way out of something, or anything that I deem unlawful. I won't get angry or upset. However, I will act colder and more harsh to you in the future, which is my passive way of becoming angry with someone. On the rare occasion I will become enraged, but that is generally when someone close to me is threatened or hurt for any reason. I rarely become angry to the point of aggression for a reason involving myself, if ever. I've been told that I'm a good person, but from how I see it, I could use improvement in areas. Not only do I have the tendency to separate myself from others, but I also refuse to go against my justice system for anyone, including myself and friends, which may eventually lead them against me. Despite this, I refuse to let that hold me back; at least I know what i'm doing is as fair as I can possibly make it, at least in my own eyes. I just hope that it is fair to others in their minds, too.
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Someday I wonder, what is fair?
It is a mere judgement of one's opinion, yet, most beings tend to argue that one subject or another is "not fair". In that sense, wouldn't one simply be arguing that someone else has a different opinion?

There was a time where I had not learned the things that I know now. There came a time when I was blinded by the current ways of the world. Never again shall I make that mistake, for the cost was greater than I could ever handle again.

It started on a day that was fairly average, when all was well. My closest friend, a young male that went by the name of Tadoka, or "friend to everyone" in his native language of the Sioux. Ever since he was young, it was rare for Tadoka to speak to others, yet alone stand up for himself. I had watched the young fellow for awhile, in grade school, before speaking to him for the first time. From years of watching this interesting boy, I discovered a strong liking for him. He was often gentle and sweet, and had the habit of sticking to the outside of the crowd, but not because he was shy, but because he was one to sacrifice himself for the sake of others. Because of this, others took advantage of the poor boy, and used him for their benefits.

After awhile, I began to speak to Tadoka, learning more about him. It was difficult at first, for he often wanted to speak about topics that would have benefit me more, but I refused. I wanted to show him to care more about himself, instead of others. As time grew on, we became close friends. We both considered ourselves loners or outcasts before, but together we felt whole. The time I spent with Tadoka was priceless; he felt the same. Little did I know, but my beloved friend was suffering from an issue that had begun from before we grew close: bullying. One day, I realized that Tadoka was quieter than before, as well as more somber. Wanting to speak to him, I followed him after school, trying to catch up to his fast walking. Little did I know, I was witnessing a crime. I had learned that Tadoka was being used to steal from others, depending on what his "master" wanted. It varied from valuables, such as jewelry or even money, to simple objects such as food or little toys. I have never met Tadoka's "master", for they met in secrecy. I spoke to Tadoka the moment I could, asking and pleading for him to stop. I knew it wasn't in him to do it himself, and after pleading, he finally admit to being controlled by a master of his. I never found out why, until the day of his disappearance.

Days and weeks went past after the discovery of Tadoka's doings. I knew that he held his promise of trying to stop, and I had assumed as such. He returned to his typical happy-go-lucky self, and one that was willing to do anything for anyone. I finally mustered up the courage to ask him out on a date, one night. The poor boy blushed profusely, and eagerly accepted my offer. He was so happy, I almost cried.

The next day, he never showed up. I was afraid that he had chickened out, so I left in search for him, but he was nowhere to be found. I contacted everyone I could, but no one had seen my beloved friend. Missing posters went up, news reports were everywhere. I was heartbroken.

Years later, a strange man approached me, as I was visiting his grave. He mentioned that he was his master. He spoke little, and walked with a limp. "My dear, my apologies. He broke his word that he would do my bidding, and I took what I wanted. Originally, the reason for his "slavery" was to protect you, for you're what I really wanted. In the end, he rebelled, mentioning about wanting to change for you, for your first date. He took my leg, so I took his life."

And with that, he left.

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Who are you close to?

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This relative of mine seems to be spunky and outgoing, although I wouldn't know, for I do not speak to them much. They seem fun to be around, although they might be too energetic for my personal preference, for I do not have good experiences with those that are overly outgoing, for they have the tendency to make rash decisions as well as to share secrets. Maybe I'll try to get closer to them, who knows. I can say for sure that they seem to be an overall good person, despite them seeming rather strange, haha."

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"For some strange reason, I feel conflicted about this Kiamara. The external part of me tells me that this isn't someone who i'd like to hang around much, but something inside of me tells me that they're the person that I'm close to, and that I can depend on if i really need to. I'm not sure how I feel about this. For now, I think i'll stay in the background, but I shall not hesitate to spark a friendship if the chance arrives, for I would dare not miss an opportunity like this in a lifetime."

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"They're quite pretty, I must say. There's something about them that makes me want to trust them and get to know them better, so I have a strong feeling that i'll do such, whether or not I desire to consciously. Also, they seem to give off a rather calm and collected vibe, although appearances can be deceiving. Either way, I think i'll give it a go. After all, it's worth a shot, and it seems like a pretty good shot, at that. They seem like they'd make a good sibling, and an even greater friend."

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"I get the strangest feeling that I do not get along with this Kia, but I cannot judge them based on feelings entirely, without giving them a fair trial. Something inside of me is telling me to be cautious, even though I cannot recall a moment involving this Kia that has caused me any pain or harm. I barely recall ever speaking to them, yet alone a negative memory which I would be sure to remember. Even so, something feels off to me about this Kia, but I shall say no more for I do not wish to jump to conclusions."

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sibling art by StarryStudio
chibi by Skelefrog
portrait by Skelefrog
chibi by pinecub
by moonlight_girl
extra art by xerberus
coded by Satiine

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I'm trying out for Kiamara 4
username: hi there I'm ＰＩＲＡＣＹ
name: Perseus; an ancient Greek hero.
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)

[O b l i v i o n ☯]

Trying out for this Hottie cx wipp




I'm trying out for Kiamara (#3 here)
username:
name:
gender:
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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[Klyse]

I'm trying out for Kiamara 2
username: Dan Howell
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)

[cece.]

► I'm trying out for Kiamara #1.◄

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► username cece.

► name Kinzley

► gender Female

► personality max-400

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► short story max- 700

► relationship with other siblings max-400

► art 5 + 1 extra

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Trying out for Kia #3

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[dovelydragon]

sooooo much mark

[bambi,]

Hi! I'm bambi, and I'm trying out for Kiamara # 2

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username:
bambi, a non-owner
name:
Emrys, meaning immortal
gender:
Female, she/her pronouns
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personality:


The colour purple, or violet, often resembles gentleness, sensitivity and compassion, however, Emrys is quite the opposite. She is a loud and bold kiamara, who speaks and acts without thinking first. One would think this would put her in some fairly difficult or dangerous situations, but it seems as though it is a common “rule” not to confront Emrys. Emrys is not large and buff-looking, in fact she’s quite fragile in appearance, but she moves with a certainty and speaks with such fierceness that it is unmistakable that she is nothing near “delicate”. Emrys is what she considers “busy-bodied”. She’s constantly charging through life at full speed, never pausing for a moment just take in the scenery or smell the flowers. She does not take the time to think about her problems and often opts for the easiest and quickest solution rather than the best one. It seems as though Emrys has little capacity to even care about how her choices affect those around her, for by the time the choice has been made, she’s already choosing the next one. This makes it difficult for Emrys to befriend anyone for very long. That being said, Emrys has had many friends, for it seems as though something draws others to her. Not many are willing to stick around the hot-headed kiamara long enough to become accustomed to her behaviour, but those that do stay find that despite her brashness, she’s very loyal and would stick up for a friend without a moment of hesitation. Emrys is a very independent woman and will not stand for anyone walking all over her like she’s a rug. She is strong-willed and always has an opinion to share and she will share that opinion even if it means duct taping someone to a chair. She is tough, both physically and spiritually, and likes to consider herself a “bad-ass chick”. If provoked, Emrys will not hesitate to throw the first punch (metaphorically and literally). She likes a good fight or argument, so it is common for her to try and pick one, even if the effort is subconsciously. Despite her fiery personality, Emrys knows when she is wrong during an argument and will not blindly state that she is correct without evidence to back it up. [380]
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art:
"Bor-ing" by me
"I hate flies" by me
"Lol" by me
"Siblings" by me
"Beast Tea by me [Extra]
"Starry Night" by misskuragehime
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short story:
“Emrys! Come on! What’s one reading going to do to you?” a petite kia pleaded, grabbing Emrys’ paws. Emrys stared back at her friend, her lips contorting into a frown. Emrys hated psychics and everything they stood for and she also hated giving in to other people’s wishes, but Emrys felt a pang of guilt for wanting to say no to her best friend. With an exaggerated sigh, she pulled away from her, “alright fine. Just this once though.”

“Once is enough,” Emrys’ friend grinned a wide-toothed smile, before gently pushing her in the direction of the psychic. Emrys shot her friend a sharp glare; being pushed was on the list of “don’ts”.

“This way, youngin,” the psychic chittered as she led Emrys behind the curtains that was the door to her reading room. Emrys cautiously stepped behind the curtains, glancing over her shoulder to her friend who waved daintily, a huge smile on her face.

“I’m going to make this clear, I’m only doing this for my friend. I don’t believe in psychics,” Emrys stated bluntly, seating herself in the red velvet chair on one side of the table. She crossed her arms, feeling the bitterness take over.

“I am very much aware of that, “ the psychic laughed as she placed a cup of tea in front of Emrys. “Please drink the tea, it is part of the reading.” Emrys obliged, not quite sure why she needed to drink a cup of tea for the psychic to tell her her future. As the last sip of tea was consumed, the psychic snatched the cup back into her own hands. Emrys watched as her face contorted whilst she stared at the bottom of the cup.



“What?” Emrys leaned forward, urgency ringing clear in her voice. The face the psychic was making put unease in Emry’s mind.

“I cannot see your future,” the psychic spoke quietly, however her voice had no morsel of disappointment in it. Emrys leaned back, starting to itch with anger. What kind of psychic couldn’t read someone’s future? And to admit it out loud. It was infuriating to Emrys. Here she was, being so kind to allow this psychic to spew her crazy stories for a few minutes and she couldn’t tell her anything.

“Are you kidding me? You seriously just wasted my time on a cup of tea? If you had wanted me to drink your tea, then you could have given it to me to go,” Emrys snapped, leaning on the edge of her seat, ready to get up and leave at any second.

“You are the beast of legend. You and four others were once one: a great and dangerous beast, despite the beauty it was. Do you know of your history, Emrys?” The psychic spoke solemnly, never taking her eyes off the bottom of the tea cup.

“You’re nuts! I’m not a beast and even if I was a beast, it definitely would not have been some legendary one! Do you even realize how old that would make me?” Emrys laughed, hysterical at the thought that had just been planted in her mind.

“You can’t change who you are, Emrys. You are the legendary beast. A creature of the goddess Meili and Talonzi. You were separated from your original body as the colours would not stop fighting. It would have been the end of the creature had Meili not separated you into five separate beings, your tails bobbed and your colours so vibrant. It’s been many centuries, but here you are, born again.”

“Shut up! I am not a beast! I am not a legend! I have nothing to do with Meili or Talonzi!” Emrys roared, enraged by the psychic’s story. She rose to her feet and, in her fury, slapped the tea cup out of the psychic’s hand, the delicate china shattering against the wall. She spun on her heels and stormed out of the little room, furious with bother herself and the psychic. What if what she was saying was true? What if Emrys wasn’t who she thought she was? [692]
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relations with other siblings:
[note: I tried to write this in a way that would be able to work with any given personality of her siblings]
Emrys seems to play the role of the annoying little sister among her siblings. She’s least likely to say something intellectual in a conversation and more often than not is making snide remarks or sarcastic comments about her siblings. She’s not particularly social when it comes to her siblings. She prefers to keep a safe distance between them and herself, although she does not go out of her way to avoid them. If you were to ask any one of her siblings about her, they would probably say something along the lines of “she hates me.” The truth is though that Emrys loves her siblings dearly, with all her heart, and would give the world to them in a heartbeat, but she is scared. She’s scared that her siblings won’t truly accept her because she has quite the reputation and attitude among the public. Emrys is constantly trying, and failing, to prove to her siblings that she is not irresponsible and immature, but who knows? Maybe they already know. [169]




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[ibolya]

I'm trying out for Kiamara #5
username: cicamicu
name:
gender:
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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