[DerbyGirl]

❄Lҽƚ ιƚ Sɳσɯ.....
❅Lҽƚ ιƚ Sɳσɯ....
❄Lҽƚ ιƚ Sɳσɯ

❄Nαмe: Sanyi
❅Geɴder: Female
❄Aɢe: 18
❅Seхυαlιтy: Homosexual
❄Perѕoɴαlιтy: Cool|Reserved|Calm
Relies on self|Loyal

As a young kia, I knew I was different. I look normal, but I possess an unusual characteristic-the ability to withstand a particularly cold body temperature. I was born with this my parents say...it makes me special according to them. But special isn't something weird about you. Everyone's special in some way. But whatever, it doesn't matter.

When my parents conceived me; they lived in a small shack in the woods of Alaska. Perhaps they were a bit drunk, perhaps it was how particularly cold it was that night at 20 below zero. Who knows, but that night magic must have been in the air. While my mom was pregnant, she complained of constantly feeling cold. Raising the temperature on the thermostat did not help, sipping warm tea did not help, even cuddling her mate did not help. She ended up wearing a green shawl and earmuffs through the entire pregnancy to help keep her warm.

When I was born, the doctors were quite astonished-how was I surviving with such a low body temperature? I didn't just survive, I thrived. Seeming quite healthy, I was taken home. All was normal except for two odd things-my body temperature of course being one. The other being my breath. When I breathed, a bit of steam would arise from the chill of my breath hitting the heat of the air wherever I was at. If I breathed heavily on a object, I would frost it over.

Even though I was doing great, my mother with her first time mother worries ended up keeping me wrapped up in her shawl most of the time. As a newborn, it was like a blanket. And as I grew, it became a shawl again-and more than that.

I grew up a healthy kia-but one
thing that would not go away was
my icy breath. My parents initially
tried to shelter
me from the outside
world, but deep down
knew that if I did not
get experience, it would
end up being more of a
hindrance rather than
help to me in my later years.
So, muttering prayers under their
breath, I was sent to school. All was not smooth
at first, and many times I
came home crying after being picked
on. The shawl was my comfort; often
at school it became my source of
security and safety. No one could see me
in my shawl, no one could bother me.

Of course as I got older, the shawl shrunk and I could not curl up under it anymore. I had to learn to fend for myself. Running away from my problems didn't help, and teachers and principals became less involved once I got into middle, then high, school. But one thing I discovered-becoming indifferent to those around you was powerful. Those who deserved my affection would prove themselves, and anyone else would just end up with a indifferent expression. This annoyed the bullies; for bullies thrive off making one feel miserable. But it worked and soon I earned the nickname Ice for showing no emotion to anything. Learning to bottle it up was difficult, but with determination and self will I could let anything slide. This ended up forming my personality to where I am at today. I still wear my shawl and still get weird looks for my icy breath, but just shrug and go on. Those who actually care for me will show it and earn my loyalty.

I am an 18 year old kia who just recently graduated from high school. Rather happy to finally be done with that! I still live at home with my parents. I have been applying to try to get into college, I wish to get a degree in meteorology. The changes of the weather and atmosphere seem quite fascinating to me. I also hope that understanding the weather may, in some odd way, help me understand myself.

I currently have a job at a grocery store, where I am a stocker. The job is fitting for me. Why? I can handle the freezer and cooler without bundling up, unlike the other employees. It can be boring, especially since it's a night job and not many people shop or work at night. But not that it matters, most stay away from me anyways.

For hobbies, I enjoy scrapbooking.
Scrapbooks are a creative way
to keep a memoir of ones life,
and if the time comes that someone
actually cares about me when
I was younger...they'll have that.
My icy breath does not affect
the paper which makes it convenient
for me. I also enjoy spending
time at the ice cream parlor.
Ice cream is one of my favorite foods!
The occasional movie night is
a plus to me too. No one cares
who you are at the theater, it
unites people of all personalities
together for a few hours of
enjoyment.

Mу ѕнαωℓ- A gift from my mother when I was just born. Even though the cold does not bother me, I can feel my mother's love wrapped around me whenever I wear it. It also served as a security blanket when I was younger.

Mу єαямυƒƒѕ- although my body temperature adapts well to cold surroundings, due to how thin my ears are they can still get really cold. When I was 13, my father put a pair of these in my stocking at Christmas-and I couldn't have been more pleased. I wish I had known about such an amazing piece of clothing sooner!

Mу ℓєαƒ- you may have noticed my lack of feathers like what most kias have. For my second birthday, my parents did not have access to the pretty feathers many kiamaras had. Not wanting to give their daughter common bird feathers, they gave me a simple leaf. The leaf represents that I am one of a kind, for no other kia can do what I do. But the leaf represents a larger picture, for where there is one leaf-there is many leaves. Like family. I am just a small part of a family that I hold dear. When I got older, my parents offered to get me some suitable feathers. But by then, the leaf was a part of me and I refused.

Oυт σƒ тнє вσѕσм σƒ тнє Aιя,
Oυт σƒ тнє cℓσυ∂-ƒσℓ∂ѕ σƒ нєя gαямєηтѕ ѕнαкєη,
Oνєя тнє ωσσ∂ℓαη∂ѕ вяσωη αη∂ вαяє,
Oνєя тнє нαяνєѕт-ƒιєℓ∂ѕ ƒσяѕαкєη,
Sιℓєηт, αη∂ ѕσƒт, αη∂ ѕℓσω
Dєѕcєη∂ѕ тнє ѕησω.

Eνєη αѕ συя cℓσυ∂у ƒαηcιєѕ тαкє
Sυ∂∂єηℓу ѕнαρє ιη ѕσмє ∂ινιηє єχρяєѕѕιση,
Eνєη αѕ тнє тяσυвℓє∂ нєαят ∂σтн мαкє
Iη тнє ωнιтє cσυηтєηαηcє cσηƒєѕѕιση,
Tнє тяσυвℓє∂ ѕку яєνєαℓѕ
Tнє gяιєƒ ιт ƒєєℓѕ.

Tнιѕ ιѕ тнє ρσєм σƒ тнє αιя,
Sℓσωℓу ιη ѕιℓєηт ѕуℓℓαвℓєѕ яєcσя∂є∂;
Tнιѕ ιѕ тнє ѕєcяєт σƒ ∂єѕραιя,
Lσηg ιη ιтѕ cℓσυ∂у вσѕσм нσαя∂є∂,
Nσω ωнιѕρєяє∂ αη∂ яєνєαℓє∂
Tσ ωσσ∂ αη∂ ƒιєℓ∂.

~~❊ ~~~~❊~~

[breadstick]

dropping out </3

[elyx]

username: toffee~
name: december
gender: female
backstory: wip

Art and extras are both ok and welcome! The backstory is an important part of the form, though, and it will most likely prove to be beneficial if you keep it as one of the biggest sections.

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[aeth]

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[Kara Danvers]

Username:

Lulu597

Name:

Snowflake

Nickname(s):

Snow, Frost

Gender:

Female

Backstory:

Snowflake was born in a big city. The city was known for it's cold temperatures, and Snowflake was well adapted to the weather. Other Kias' would complain about how the weather was always cold, but Snowflake didn't notice the cold chill of the wind or how the sidewalks were covered in snow, for reasons she discovered later. Her parents worked in the city, and loved the city atmosphere, but like most Kias' they didn't like the weather. Snowflake's father, Jack, of whom she would refer to as Jack Frost, was a producer of musicals. Snowflake enjoyed getting to go see musicals and developed an interest in acting. Her father encouraged her to work hard and accomplish her dream of becoming an actress. However her mother, Robin, a doctor, was more realistic and encouraged Snowflake to pursue more realistic goals. Snowflake just shrugged off her mothers opinion and focused on her dream of acting.
It was a normal day in the city, the weather was cold, and the street was frozen, when they got the news. Snowflake had just arrived at home from acting class to find her father covered in frozen tears. He told her that Robin, her mother, had gotten killed in an accident. Snowflake cried for days about her mother's death, and the accident instilled a sense of reality in her. She gave up her dream of acting, and decided to find a new dream. Her father still produced musicals, but become bitter, cold hearted, and began to despise the city so when offered a job producing movies he took it. Snowflake and her dad moved to a new city, by the coast. The weather was warm and sunny all year round and the beach was warm, sandy, and had large waves. Snowflake was at the beach watching the waves, when she yawned and her breath frosted over the sand she had yawned above. She inspected the now frosted sand, and wondered how she could do that. Having seen many movies about those with powers who either become superheroes or hated, she decided to keep it a secret. However, Snowflake refused to not take advantage of her ability, and used it for pranks. She would frost over the ground, causing other Kia's to slip and fall. Snowflake found her pranks hilarious and continued to pull them. She had changed from a big city dreamer to a big city prankster. Snowflake rarely got in trouble for her pranks, because no one could figure out how she did it. Realizing that her ability could be loosely considered magic, she set out to become a magician. Snowflake attempted to preform magic acts, but found that she wasn't very good at it. Unable to get a magic gig, she decide that her life needed a change. Her father was becoming all about his work and rarely spoke to Snowflake, so she felt alone. Snowflake decided to move back to the city where she was born, and try to make it there.
Snowflake arrived back at her birth city, and started looking for a possible career. She tried many jobs; baker, she undercooked everything due to a different sense of temperature, doctor, she fainted at the idea of blood, she even tried being a snow shoveler, but she frosted over more land than she shoveled. Snowflake was close to just giving it all up and becoming a janitor, when she received a call. It was from an audition she had done upon first moving back to the city. She hadn't been sure if acting was an option so she had tried an audition. The director sounded excited to inform her that she got the part. Snowflake was overjoyed and just about fainted. She woke up early on the first day of rehearsals and showed up on time. Snowflake ended up doing more musicals and soon realized that she was achieving her dream of acting. Snowflake still lives in the city where she was born and is still acting to this day.

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-ignore, dropping out-

[opti-mism]

username:
.o p t i m i s m.

name:
Bianca Frost

gender:
Female

backstory:

"It is said that ice runs through our veins," the snow white kia whispered, her warm gentle smile quite different from the frigid land where the small family resided. Her mother touched the back of her kit-soft paw to her young daughter's cheek in reassurance after the coarse brush snagged a knot in Bianca's white hair. "My grandmother, and her grandmother, and her grandmother's grandmother all lived in these hills. Legend has been passed down that your great, great, great," With each great the mother tapped her daughter's nose, listening to the soft giggle as the last crystalline bobby-pin secured Victori's windblown hair. "Great grandmother Lucia was blessed by the gods." Two white pupils turned to focus on her, full of wonder. "Really?" Tori dared to murmur, for fear of stopping the story. "Yes, really. You see, she was born during the worst blizzard of the century. Her mother was deathly ill and bedridden for days before your ancestor was born. While the wind howled Lucia struggled to live." Bianca's eyes grew wide with concern, wringing her hands in the oversized shawl sprawled over her shoulders as her mother continued. "While her mother feared that her tiny daughter would not make it through the night, a merciful spirit looked upon them. The goddess Khione took pity on the dying child, and drew a life force out of the heart of the storm itself. Revealing herself to Lucia's mother, she spoke a blessing. 'Your child, born in storm of ice, has a spirit far greater than suited for her weak form. With my power I grant your daughter a life-force worthy of her energy. The storm itself has given her life, and she will live long in the frigid cold.' Khione passed her slim hand over the squirming child's head, smiling as the child calmed and exhaled a small breath of frost. "Live well, my blessed one." She murmured before dissolving into millions of snowflakes and ascending up the stone chimney." Bianca put her paws over her mouth, her own frosty breath escaping through her paws. "Wow..." She murmured.

wow super lazy reserve form as I need to go work on my artwork ^^;; Name is subject to change

[Bottle]

U S E R N A M E
Bottle

N A M E
Cryope

G E N D E R
Female

B A C K S T O R Y
-cryogenics wip-

[Tiger111]

Username:
Tiger111

Name:
Serafine

Gender:
Female

Backstory:
Her father was an intelligent and witty foreigner who had been a mere tourist admiring the snowy scenery when he'd met her mother, a young woman who had grown up in the countryside; he made the radical decision to stay when everyone else departed to the airport, and eventually moved into her mother's family house. However, her father never really fit in with the villagers that he greeted every morning when he left for work; their ways of thinking were too old-fashioned and traditional for him, and he would often disagree with their opinions, often resulting in disputes with his neighbours over the fence between their front lawns.

When she was born, it was only natural that her father wanted his child to follow in his footsteps, and symbolize change to everyone else around her. With high hopes that she would be a glowing flame which would drive away the cold, he named her after fire. Thus, she grew into a passionate, fiery little child, who stood out wherever she went because her father broke the oldest, most important tradition of them all when he did not name her after the snow and the ice which surrounded them.

Her mother was a delicate woman who loved nature and the smell of flowers. Though she often worried about her child's stubborn nature, she taught her to appreciate the little things in life which could brighten up your day; the gift that she gave to her daughter was the gift of kindness and love, which balanced out the things that her father would do with her (such as making jokes about the elders in the village who would give her disapproving stares when she walked past, or playing tricks on a rude neighbour, or using innocence and puppy eyes to soften up even the toughest-looking giant of a man).

As she grew older, she found that her frosty breath would often get in her way. She loved to tinker about and experiment with all sorts of wires, old and useless bits of metal and whatever else she could find lying around, discarded - and would end up accidentally freezing electric cables or dropping bits of metal covered in slippery frost. Often, she'd complain to her father that she "just had to be born with frosty breath" and "couldn't possibly have inherited fiery breath instead...!?" But, lo and behold, she'd found one single advantage - it kept ice pops cool and made them last longer. "I need a proper brain freeze to give me inspiration," she always said, her words hindered slightly by the ice pop in her mouth.

Even though she didn't breathe fire, there was no way that anyone could stop her from becoming the best (and only) engineer in the town - and in the whole wide world, which was her one and only goal in life. With the encouragement of her father, she would often invent new, practical (and sometimes not-so-practical) things; her particular hobby was building hidden gadgets, which had been her first introduction to engineering.

She didn't care about the cold, because of her lower body temperature; her mother, however, would always fuss over her getting sick, so she was often forced to wear (hideous, as she called them) layers of warm clothing. When she went to her father for help, he suggested that "Why don't we try making them more useful?" Afterwards, she presented to her mother her new, super-warm (and stylish!) outfit - some earmuffs with built-in headphones and radio channels and a shawl with countless hidden zipper pockets for carrying tools, various bits and bobs and smuggling food out of the kitchen. When she became older, she even tied a tiny emergency repair kit to the inside of her feather for "those things that are just waiting to break".

And that is where she is now - a self-taught engineer master-to-be, who is determined to make it into the big world and showcase her inventions to everyone.