[ToastingCinnamon]

Username: cinnamon~toastie
Name: Hysteria
Gender: female
Why does he/she have a feather around his/her mouth?: because she is afraid to talk. She was bullied because of her vioce and how she rambled all the time.
History: WIP

[Gingy Tea]

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Username: .P i n e a p p l e.

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Name: Jesru Hannibal Hannson....Known as Hannibal or Han

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Gender: Male

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Why does he/she have a feather around his/her mouth?: As a young boy Hannibal had a biting problem. As he grew older, his biting got worse...so bad that he drew blood. When he would taste blood it would send him into a frenzy, a frenzy which took control so much that he didn't know what he was doing and he couldn't stop himself. It got so bad that even the taste of blood from meat he ate would send him into his attacking frenzy. One night he was eating with loved ones. Little did they know the meat they were serving that night would lead to a brutal and vicious attack. Once he tasted the blood he went into a frenzy, attacking someone, someone he deeply cared about, so bad that they almost lost their life. After that incident he vowed that he would never attack anyone again and to do that he would have to never attack again. So far he has held true to that vow, and no, he is not a vegetarian. He hides himself away from society to where his frenzies wont hurt anyone. To remind him of his vow, and to prevent himself from attacking people, he keeps his mouth tied shut. He is not a monster...a psychopath, at times...a genius, always...a lover (yes a lover believe it or not), when he wants to be.

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History: It was dark stormy night. Thunder clapped its ugly hands and lightning attacked the sky. One could not even hear his own thoughts. And yet the faintest and most precious of all noises could break through the sound barrier. It was the cry of a newly born baby boy. Inside the dully illuminated cave, a mother licked her baby clean. The child's father walked proudly over to see his child. He nuzzled into his soft little face. *SNAP* daddy got a nice surprise when little baby's jaws latched onto his nose. Lucky for him no little teeth yet in those strong jaws. Mother laughed, "Easy there you little Hannibal!" Joking at a nickname of course, she called him Hannibal. But father seemed to like that name, so they decided it to be one of his three names....Jesru Hannibal Hannson. Jesru was grandfather's name from mother's family. And Hannson was great-grandfather's name from father's family. Both of which had passed away. Though having three names, Hannibal was what most referred to him as.

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[~toxic.dewdrops~]

Username: ~FOB's Return~
Name: Zaira
Gender: female
Why does he/she have a feather around his/her mouth?:
She keeps it wrapped around her mouth so she won't talk.
History:
Growing up, her parents weren't exactly fond of her. They thought of her as a nuisance, and didn't want her around. She had a lot of friends, and she had the perfect social life. Whenever her parents got her down, her friends were there for her. Whenever her father would hit her or kick her out of the house, her friends were there with open paws to let her stay there for the night. Her friends were like her real family. One day, she got into a horrible accident. She was playing with her friends outside, and they dared her to go inside of the bear cave. Cautiously, she did venture inside. She had always wanted to see a real live bear. Although, the bear didn't exactly want to see her. It lunged at her and attacked her throat. Zaira was lucky to survive. She may have turned out okay, but when she tried to talk, her once soothing and energetic voice was gone. She made noises similar to that of a zombie's, and her voice was really low and dark. Everyone laughed at her. Her friends made fun of her every day, calling her 'undead Zaira' or 'reaper'. Some people actually believed she was a zombie, since the bear attack should have killed her. One day, the bullying got out of hand, so she took off one of her feathers and wrapped it around her mouth, making so she would never speak again. So nobody would ever have to hear the in-Kiamara sounds coming from her vocals. So nobody would know how awful she sounded.

[dragons whisper]

Username: dragons wisper
Name: Blendaka
Gender: female
Why does he/she have a feather around his/her mouth?: W.I.P.
History: W.I.P.

[fallen.galaxy]

Username:sleekyscool
Name:''Her name is Punskia 'POP' Spectrum!But she does go by Punk or Punsk''
Gender:''Female of course for it is the smarter better and more desirable gender!"
Why does he/she have a feather around his/her mouth?:The feather is there because...(says in history)
History:Punskia was different from the begining.She was born in a town,a town that did not support creativity and imagination.Most Kiamaras we either one dull color an easy simple dull pattern.Her mother had been a dull blue and her father was a dull pink.Everyone was surprised when she was born.Her parents went to extremes to cover it up.They hid her they even painted her,anything they could do they would do to protect their only child.But sadly she had to be the outgoing odd one didn't she.One day on her first day to school the teacher a dark brown Kiamara was yelling at a dull sand colored Kiamara.Punsk had stepped in and daringly yelled back at the teacher saying,''Why is it so bad to be original!So bad to be creative,or or imaginitive!Why is it so hard to just be ourselves and not be told what to do!'' she got expelled.Her parents got her to another school while changing her paint color to a white.For white was a 'divine and worshipped color' as they had taught her there and when they had said that Punk HAD to go out and say,''Why white,its so-so plain and dull!?'' she got expelled there too.Soon there was not enough schools in the little town she had to travel.By this time she was only 6 but her parents being part of the authority there had to stay and so they left their little Kiamara alone to travel.She traveled to the big Kiamara city and got there at 8.She saw how creativity was expressed there and it was great for her!So she spent her time there until she was 13.Her parents finally came back to her in order to hold a traditional vigil for her.Punk arrived there with her parents and everyone was horrified.By then she was used to being the life of the party!But back in her home down she seemed to drag it down and because of that she got one of her feathers from the big city and wrapped it around her muzzle to keep her from being even more of a disgrace to her family.
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[Vazchu]

I beg your pardon in advance that I am not fluent in English and there's probably a lot of grammar failures in this post.

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Username: Vazchu ~~ Name: Timberly ~ Nicknamed Tim ~~ Gender: Male

Some words before we start for real...
I don’t know if you remember me or not, but then again, that might not really matter all too much. I tried out for the other Kiamara you designed too and I seem to have fallen once again for what you create. I’m not entirely sure why or how, but there seem to be something about the Kiamaras you design that just “click” with me and makes me like them so much more than all the other Kiamaras together. The way you design them makes (at least me) get a rather clear picture in my head as to how I’d imagine them when it comes to their personality and behaviours. That’s why I once again decided to give it a try to get a Kiamara to call “my own”, because I believe that I would be able to pull it off to create something to go with your design.
I’m probably sill out of my league when it comes to working with the forms for Kiamaras ~ not to mention that I still need a lot of practice when it comes to drawing them. But I’ve come to reason that I’ll give this one my all, because he’s worth nothing less and I doubt that I ever will like any other Kiamara as much as I like this lad. He will most likely be the last and final Kiamara I try out for, because I doubt anyone else can create something that can compare to this lad. Now it’s just for me to see the end of this story if my best is good enough – may it hold or grow old and break. Only the future shall know how this story ends.

When I first saw all those colours of his and how the light neon green colour had been “sewed together” I couldn’t help but to think about none other than Tim Burton, who is without a doubt my favourite movie director and the creator of some of my favourite movies. Calling this fellow Tim just stuck with me and I couldn’t see him being called any other name – because he looks so much like a Tim to me… Unfortunately I’m not all too fond of ordinary names though, so that’s why I decided to name him Timberly but still allowing him to keep Tim as his nickname.

§ Favourite colour; Tim doesn't have any favourite colour, because he likes them all just as much (he is a colour-freak and he can't get enough of them). § Favourite place; He hasn't decided upon one yet, but he really likes jungles and mountains. § Favourite food; None, because he will eat just about everything that is served - it's food after all. § Favourite season; The late summer, because at that time of the year it's neither too hot nor too cold. § Favourite objects; Feathers and paints, there's no question about it. § Favourite thing to do; Express himself without the use of words.

§ Family; Gone, he doesn't know if they died or simply left him. § Relationship / Mate; As of now, none. § Friends; A crow that he named Kuro. § Born; In a cave on a rainy spring day, May 4th. § Zodiac sign; The Taurus.

Timberly isn’t the most talk active lad that you’ll end up meeting in this world of ours… In fact, he rarely speaks at all. He might go as far as to introduce himself when he sees the need to do so; otherwise he won’t even tell you his own name. He doesn’t like to communicate with others, at least not with words that are spoken. If you ever were to stay still for long enough you would be one of the few who actually got to know how he communicates with those around him. Few bothers with doing so, because when they notices his silence and lack of response they simply walk away, leaving him behind. Timberly needs more time than what others do to show what he thinks and wants to say, yes… He shows it instead of letting it be invisible. To him is invisible the same as being unsaid, and when he has something to say he won’t let it go to waste. He will either paint or make gesturers (almost as if he’s in a theatre play) when he tells you whatever he’s thinking. While painting his words he’ll do so on anything that’s close by, so it’s not always on a proper canvas. And he truly enjoys painting too, especially with neon colours on a black or white surface.
When he started to turn himself into something more than an empty shell that just feared everything around him, he realized how much he liked to create. That’s one of the reasons why he decided to stop talking using some useless words and decided to strive after something that – to him – was far more glamorous. He lacks lots of words, and thus he has always had a hard time expressing himself. To create, draw or make things such as sculptures, helped him to express himself in far deeper ways than what any word ever had allowed him to do. That’s why words are without meaning; they are alone and like stones to him. Unneeded.
Timberly has quite the pride when it comes to everything he is and everything he does, it’s simple really. He’s proud of what he’s starting to become, proud of everything he does and proud of himself for keep going forward – without looking back. However, that pride of his can easily be hurt or broken down by others actions. It’s not hard at all to make him feel uncertain of himself or dislike his own creations or actions. At times he will snap and “bite back”, because he knows very well that he’s not supposed to stand there and accept everything someone throws at him. Even if someone meant no harm towards him, he can still take it as a bad thing… So you’d better watch yourself while he’s around. Otherwise both he and you may get hurt.
For a long time he didn’t trust anyone, because he felt like he couldn’t afford such a feeling as trust when the entire world seemed to be against him and his very existents. He couldn’t even stand having others around him when he was young… But that changed after his parents disappeared. Timberly now accepts having others around himself, even though he from time to time might feel uncomfortable about it. The only one he truly accepts having around all the time is a crow, that he named Kuro (meaning "black"). Kuro is the only one up until this very day who has seen Timberly at his weakest and most disgraceful days and as he is now; he's the only one who knows how kind and playful Timberly can be when everyone he distrusts aren't around.
He might from time to time pretend that he doesn't care about anyone but himself, that he's only living for his own well being. However, this is not true even though others often believe that's the case. Timberly doesn't mind to care about others from time to time, it makes him feel more alive and he likes that fuzzy feeling he gets inside when he notices how happy some is when he shows his care. Unfortunately some sees him as mean due to his pretending to not care about others and often thinks he's lying when he shows in one way or another that he cares about them. Though, he might not have the best way to show his care, truthfully he feels rather uncertain about how he's supposed to do that and thus he often just let things go with the flow - even if it sometimes ends up in disaster. Others has to look deep and earn his trust (which is not easy to earn) in order to find that kindness he has hidden underneath a pitch black whole who has yet to be filled with life's all joys in order to make him feel complete. Timberly will never admit one thing about his way to care about others, but he knows that he always needs someone close by. Someone that will watch him move forward from the shadows, someone that will encourage him to keep trying even when it's hard and even if he fails at a few things. After all, on your own you can never be strong, it's together we can make a difference.

Tim is a food lover; he will (as mentioned earlier) eat just about anything. Even when he thinks it tastes bad or simply doesn’t like its texture he will still eat it, because that’s simply how obsessed with food he is. So if you were to serve him some food you wouldn’t need to worry about hearing some bad comments or seeing a lot of leftovers on the plate once the meal is over – he’d never leave something on the plate.
“Food, food, food, food, it’s good for you.”

He loves paints, it doesn’t matter what colour or what kind of paint it is. May it be aquarelle paints or acrylic paints - they are all just as good in his opinion (it’s only oil paints he doesn’t like, because he thinks it’s too much of a bother to clean up after it, since they’re bad for the environment).
Tim uses just about anything as his canvas, he has no favourite object or such that he prefers to paint on - anything is just fine as long as it's rather flat or simply easy to paint on. Kuro happens to be one of Tim’s favourite canvases to paint on (or simply cover in paints because he thinks Kuro looks so boring with his pitch black feathers).

Acting and expressing himself with his body is one of his favourite things to do. Sometimes he doesn’t even mind to be the one who takes it on the role to be the “silly” one who makes others happy by making funny things. Though, the crowd watching him shouldn’t be all too large, since he doesn’t like to be in the centre of everyone’s gazes. Truthfully he’s quite good when it comes to acting and showing exactly what he feels with just his body language, so maybe he could become and actor one day – if he ever dared it that is.

Tim truly dislikes those with a “bad mouth”… This means he hates when other talk behind someone’s back and telling either him or someone else how much they dislike someone, how strange and stupid they think someone is and so on. He can’t stand that and he finds those quite annoying. And while we're at it, he dislikes liars a whole lot as well. Not to mention that he's rather good when it comes to noticing if someone lies, so one shouldn't lie while they're around Tim - because he will notice it.

As you have understood by now, Tim prefers to use paintings over words and it takes a whole lot longer for him to tell you what he wants to because of that. He truly likes to paint those paintings of his and he will put a whole lot of effort into them. One thing that he truly dislikes about his way of speaking is the time it takes to paint it. Especially when someone just “disappears” as he’s working with something he wants to tell them. He usually turn himself off from the outside world while painting and thus he doesn’t notice if someone leaves before he’s even close to have finished his “speech”. It’s probably quite obvious how sad this makes him, maybe not at first while he’s still painting and hasn’t noticed that the one he wanted to talk to has left, but when he does he gets quite depressed… Maybe not for an eternity, but he it can bother him for at least a couple of days, maybe even longer if it happens more than once within a short period of time.

From this point onwards it's Tim telling you everything... Breaking his own silence so you just once get the chance to hear his voice...

Having feathers is to me a matter of pride. They are my greatest prides that I will never leave behind. I’m used to having others stare at me with gazes that would have killed me long ago – if it were possible… And I can just say that I don’t like having others stare at me, it doesn’t matter what they say with their eyes… They all are the same to me, they are all reminding me of the past that I do not wish to remember… Still, I endure and keep moving forward, well… At least until I snap and start screaming what’s on my mind and what I think about those who stares at others without any good reason to do so. I’m not able to ignore, no matter how much I may want to ignore them… Unfortunately my screams and my anger tears my own pride apart… Not to mention that those who didn’t mean any harm with their gazes takes it quite hard when I start screaming at them. I’m a fool – at least that’s what I tell myself when I snap and starts screaming anything and everything…
That’s why I decided to make it stop – in order to protect my own pride, in order to not hurt those that did not deserve it and in order to help myself practice to ignore those gazes… That’s why I came to the solution to wrap a feather around my mouth. Surely it doesn't keep me from talking entirely (after all, I want to be able to open my mouth in order to eat and drink. Though, 'm not the best when it comes to putting it back in place again, so that's why I decided to let it sit rather loose around my mouth – to spare myself from that trouble), but it is still able to make me remember to keep my mouth shut most of the time. Because of it I can’t hurt my own pride, someone else and I can practice ignoring those needed to be ignored. Feathers are my cure to anything and everything; feathers are the best in the world.

A past, a yesterday, a history, yes, it could probably have many, many names. We all have one or will get one, no matter who you are. May it be a past to be loved, feared, hated or saddened depends on who you are. Everyone has their own past and everyone has their own future. I have one too, just like you do.

My name is Timberly, however, you may call me Tim for short. I started my life just like any other Kia would do and I began my life living with my parents. The “me” back then is what I should describe as “different” compared to what I am right now. I was a scared child and I didn’t even trust my own parents whom had given me a life. They doubted me and I doubted them, there were no such thing as trust in my family. They didn’t deem me as their son, because I was too different compared to them, I didn’t resemble the two of them with the way I look and they had apparently planned that I would like everything they liked – which I did not. To tell you the truth, I don’t even remember their faces… It’s all a blur and I can just see shadows as I try to see those memories of the few times I actually faced them and looked up into those faces dressed in gazes that seemed to be scared of or saddened because of me.
I stayed away from them, yet close to them at the same time – because I needed them in order to survive. A part of me had always been whispering that I couldn’t live without them and I blindly believed that one whisper like an order from a God or a King. I wouldn’t once run away and I always stayed by their side no matter how much I feared those gazes, especially the times I saw my mother cry for reasons that are for me unknown. I kept going, pretending that nothing was wrong, that I did not understand why. Well… I probably didn’t even understand why my parents acted as they did back in those days… But now I’m guessing that they were like that because of me, because I wasn’t what they wanted me to be. I wasn’t the prince-like son they had wanted and wished for. I was nothing more than a clown in their eyes.

One day before I knew it… I don’t even remember exactly when, at least it was sometime after my parents had given me my feathers… Maybe it was just a matter of days after it, but I can't say for certain because all days of my life back then were just like the one before itself... My parents... They were gone, just like that. When I woke up they were nowhere to be found no matter how much I looked and screamed in order to find them. It was like they had vanished, without a trace, as if they had been spirited away just like that. When a few days had passed and I realized that they truly were gone, I started to question the nothingness how I was supposed to be able to keep going – a part of me still said that I needed them in order to survive. By some reason I had been crying ever since they disappeared until that day when I realized that they were never coming back… Me? Crying over the ones whom made me feel fear for everyone around me. Ironic, isn’t it? But that’s the truth.
I didn’t eat anything for quite a while and if I hadn’t been found by a certain crow back then I wouldn’t be here. That one crow snapped me out of my disgrace and it showed me that not everyone would look at me with eyes filled with fear and sadness. It was because of that one crow that I started to move on and started to make my own path out from the shadows that had been my life until that day. During that one day I started my story to find myself and the Tim I am today. I’m still not entirely complete, but my story has began and that’s all I need to know in order to keep moving forward without looking backwards. I don't need the past, all I need is that which is "now" and all that will be the "future".

In all that black and white, there's no such thing as light.
You, I and everyone can see it all, but still not feel its call.
It looks selfish upon us all, waiting for the right moment to talk.

In a world made out of black and white, I will never feel that I belong.
Without the colours greatest joy, without anything at all to enjoy.
It will tear us apart even more, and leave us all to be sore.

In all that black and white, I have to set things right.
No one is able to see and feel, I shall be the one to help it heal.
The voices of all that is, they shall always exist as long as we have a wish.

In a world made out of black and white, I will paint it all according to the song.
I have all those colours to give, because I want to let everything live.
I have the strength to share it all, there's no way I'd let it fall.

In all that black and white, you, I and everyone have a story to write.
We all have a destiny to find, maybe it is within reality or within the mind.
With the colourful colours of old, each future we all will have to live is always foretold.

In a world made out of black and white, I will paint the world in order to belong.
If I never can cry alone again, if I never can try, it will all be in vain.
In order for all to belong, I will paint this world from our song.
In all that black and white, I will paint this world for you.

I’m an author in the morning and I will pour out a masterpiece. Words aren’t needed and inspiration is always there. Each and every feeling, no matter how small or how hard to describe it may be, is what I use as a base to everything I will tell you. I’m Timberly and I’m a breathing, living lad of many words, yet at the same time I will tell you nothing at all.
As the first sunrays make its way down on the ground in the morning where I patiently waited for them, my moment to create begins. I have a story to write - a masterpiece to show.

A story about a soundless rain that endlessly pours down on a sad world that has no way to hide from its cold touch. With colours draped in the shades of gray and blue those drops reaches down on a landscape filled with life in colours from the rainbows happiness. However, that landscape filled with life is far from happy, thus I bring in lots of darker shades to show their sorrow. A lightning appears on the sky, making those scared of it hide wherever they see fit, but that light still makes up for the sorrowful darkness in the landscape. It’s a thunderstorm, of course, one that will stay there until it no longer sees any need to be there.
When it later on drives away all those sad and sorrowful colours turns into the summer’s all colourful shades and light – because when the sun is up there’s no way a landscape covered in the glittering drops of water can stay sad. Those drops glitter like small stars, giving the viewer an illusion of hundreds and thousands of small crystals that’s peacefully resting in the sunlight… Until they decide to leave, decide to disappear.

I’m an author in the morning and I will pour out a masterpiece. I’m a creator and I can tell you a story containing a thousand words without even saying anything at all. My words are my pictures and the pictures are my words, they are the story I tell and the things I’d like to say.
“Why?” – you might ask.
Indeed, why… My pictures tells the stories I cannot put words that are suitable enough for, my pictures tells the things I cannot say with words to you. I will paint it all because I can paint whatever I want and need. I will do it whenever I see fit and I will do it for my own benefits and for your entertainment.
I’m indeed a creator, I’m an author and I will pour out a soundless masterpiece for you... And I shall do that for the rest of my remaining life.

Each and every piece of art were made in Paint tool SAI (except the one that belongs to the poem, it's from the chibi painter here on CS) and the textures & edges were then added in Photoshop CS. The first two were made during about two hours each, the other ones were made during ca. three and a half hours in total.

[Eyvindr]

i shall try for this one

[squints]

Stunning,
not for me :B

[~Pandasilk~]

Username: Pandasilk
Name:Aremu
Gender: Male
Why does he have a feather around his/her mouth?: He was being bad and that was his family's punishment. ((Read history))
History: Aremu was born to a large community of Kiamaras. However one day, the elders forbid them to go out to the river, their main source of water, insisting that despite the blue sky, it was going to storm. Aremu, being the stubborn Kia he is, convince some of his friends to come with him. As they left it started to drizzle, which turned to fast hard rain. His companions who were swimming to escape the hot summer heat, got swept away. When he returned, his tribe knew what he did and punished him. They tied the feather around his muzzle, and sent him to fend on his own in the wild.
((Sorry if I got the Kia culture wrong.:p))

[stoatkiss]

username;; tiedye7
name;; Dolly
reason for name;;
Those light green markings
with pink lines overlapping
them look a lot like stitching
to me, and Patchwork just
doesn't seem to fit her.
gender;; female
age;; 25 Kia years
birthday;; April 19
zodiac sign;; Aries
size;; 50cm at the shoulder
build;; lean but strong
voice;; none, but not mute

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personality;;
reason for feather around her mouth;;

history;;

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