[petrify]

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evanescent, but you may call me scent. c:
Name:
Yoshiki - My favorite Japenese name. <33
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Male
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You could explain Yoshiki as a rude Kiamara. Nobody knows if there is actually a heart in the rude body of Yoshiki. Nobody has ever seen a smile even on his face. He is unhappy, as you might have thought. If you knew his history, then you'd probably think that's why he is so unhappy. Correct. w.i.p!
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I will do some tomorrow. <33
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[briny]

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WIP

[Caffeinated Fox]

Omg.. The sexiness o-o
I shall enter.
And my form shall go right about.. Here. -drags butt across post-
There. Yes if shall go right there.

[Maddyoll]

Dropping out, please ignore when judging!

I made his last name part of your username to show relation to Embargo, please tell me if Embargo has a different last name!

ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｈａｖｅ ｔｈｅ ｔｉｍｅ?
ｔｏ ｌｉｓｔｅｎ ｔｏ ｍｅ ｗｈｉｎｅ ａｂｏｕｔ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ ａｎｄ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ａｌｌ ａｔ ｏｎｃｅ
ｉ ａｍ ｏｎｅ ｏｆ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｍｅｌｏｄｒａｍａｔｉｃ ｆｏｏｌｓ
ｎ ｅ ｕ ｒ ｏ ｔ ｉ ｃ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｂｏｎｅ
ｎｏ ｄｏｕｂｔ ａｂｏｕｔ ｉｔ
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{ ｎａｍｅ } ➝

Zach Oliver Aura;;

Zach -

I chose the name Zach because when I first looked at him I knew he needed a relatively normal name, but a really cool one at the same time. When I think of the name "Zach" it just feels like it would be someone or something along the lines of this guy and his personality. I feel like it suits him well, and it sounds well, don't you think? Not unpronounceable or some odd name nobody really ever has.

He has different quirks, he is very messy but will clean willingly. He is quite obsessed with the color orange. He surprisingly does not have any law infractions, instead he is just rebellious and outspoken in ways that don't bring too much harm. He loves rock music and sometimes listens to screamo. He actually has a very good voice, but prefers not to use vocals for anything other than growling.

He does have a few positive traits! He is very loyal to his few friends, and is protective of them. As I have mentioned previously he can be humorous. He is very smart, and a quick thinker that is quite stealthy as well as strong and muscular. Finally he is a toughie at first, but loves his friends and family deeply.


Oliver -

I chose Oliver because at first I was extremely unsure as to what a fitting middle name would be. Honestly, it took me a while to name him in the first place but I eventually decided on "Oliver" from one of my favorite movies "Oliver in Company". Oliver also seems to be a cute but not too cute, and it flows well with Zach. I suppose only his brother would really call him "Oliver" or "Olly" because he doesn't like his own middle name much.

Aura -

Now, I know a lot of Kiamara do not have a last name, which is okay, but I think it would be fitting to provide Zach with a good last name. When I was thinking of his last name, I mostly thought about his relation to Blue Aura's (your?) Embargo, so I figured it would be fitting, assuming Embargo has a last name, that it would be the last half of the owner's user since it's two words anyway. So, Embargo and Zach share a last name, but please notify me if Embargo actually does have a pre-existing last name I did not know about.

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As predicted by his presence he is a very short tempered hot head. He is quite rude to everyone, it's surprising that he has any friends whatsoever. He often trots around like he is all that and a bag of chips, and thinks very highly of himself, sometimes too highly. Although, sometimes he can be very facetious, he is overall mostly pretty serious. He is selfish and mean, and has violent anger issues, but once you get to know him he's not a bad guy. Honest.

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{ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ } ➝

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This form is for Maddyoll's use only do not steal ask permission before you use;; Lyric creds go to Green Day!

[~Wolfie~]

Username: ~Wolfie~
Name: Daraku
Gender: Male
Personality: tough, rude, hard to get along with, anger issues, Hard headed
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[Charias]

ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss ᴀs ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ

ᴀs ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴇᴀsʏ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ

ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀs ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ

ᴀs ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴀɴ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴ

ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs ᴀs ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ

ᴀs ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴀs ᴍᴇssᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀs ᴍᴇ

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀs ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ

ᴀs ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

. . .

Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ:: яσттωєιlєя

. . .

Bᴀsɪᴄs
Nᴀᴍᴇ:: Cipher

I'm not entirely sure why I chose the name Cipher. At first I was unsure about it, but as I wrote about his personality and his history, I really started to like the sound of it; I think it suits the way I have percieved his character. Cipher means zero, or something of no value or importance, or a person of no influence, a nonentity; which I think really fits the way that Cipher views himself. He believes himself to be worthless, someone easily ignored or forgotten, and so while this isn't entirely true of him the name suits how he views himself. I also like the way it sounds - not harsh or hard like you would expect, but kind of quiet and subtle, something easily missed - and the uniqueness of it.

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:: Male
Aɢᴇ:: 16 years old
Sᴘᴇᴇᴄʜ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ:: #FF4000

. . .

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Oɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ:: Angry; irritable; cynical; reclusive; depressed; self-hating.
ᴅɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ::

Most see Cipher for what he allows them to see. They see someone who is angry, rude, full of hatred and someone who doesn't want to have any friends; who doesn't want to see the world as a good place or believe there could be something better somewhere for him. Those who try to approach him are met occasionally by snide comments, or by a burst of fury, or maybe even violence, but most will be ignored. Cipher often doesn't seem to acknowledge anybody's existence but his own. He seems to believe that others aren't worth his time - though none of this is entirely true.

Cipher is a recluse. He is a loner, and most would rather believe that he is content like that then try to get through to him. He may seem like a hot-headed idiot on the outside, but really he does have feelings, they're just buried too deep for most to see. He is actually very intelligent, he just doesn't quite know how to show it. He wants to have friends, and to live happy and carefree like all of the other kiamaras seem to do, but he can't. He keeps his distance because he doesn't want to hurt anyone; because he knows that his anger often gets the better of him.

If anyone could break through the walls he has built around himself, they would find that he is actually a nice guy. He is guarded and doesn't trust easily; he can irritable with a short fuse, and is very cynical - but he is also caring. He looks after his friends, and is good at helping them to resolve their problems and look at things through another's eyes. He can't stand being cheated or lied to and reacts very aggressively if anyone does either of these to him or those he's close to.

Ironically, the anger that he targets at everyone else stems from the self-loathing hatred that he reserves for himself - and this anger is far more potent than any that may be directed elsewhere. While he may seem to hate the world and everything that resides in it, a large amount of that anger is born from that fact that he doesn't think he deserves any of it. At the height of his depression he doesn't believe he deserves to live at all.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ::

Cipher was not made for the city. He had grown up there, and his brother looked after him well for the most part, but he was unhappy. The city was so tall, it was hard to see the sky past the canyon of skyscapers that always loomed so high above them, and it was noisy. Always so noisy. Those great metal beasts would growl as they drove past, their eyes glowing, snarling at him, and if ever they got caught in the deadlock of rush-hour traffic they would scream at each other. The pavement would rumble with the footsteps of thousands of rushing humans, not caring if they accidentally stood on a poor Kiamara pup's tail or kicked him in the muzzle. There was rarely a tree in sight. It was a cold, grey place - though Embargo always managed to see past London's downsides. Cipher had to admire his brother's optimism, as he watched over his kingdom, pride brightening his eyes.

As Cipher grew older it became harder for him. He left his brother's side to make a life of his own, but London was like a dark labyrinth and there was no way he could possibly know which way to turn. He slept in the damp alleys, human's angry drunken voices scratching at his ears, their discarded bottles clattering across the floor and startling him as he walked the midnight streets. Packs of stray, feral dogs would pester him and nip at him, their dirty fur practically buzzing with fleas, and groups of Kiamaras would glare at him if he came near. The streetlights blocked out any trace of the stars he longed to see.

It was while he was wandering in the day, the grey clouds spitting at him from above, that Cipher saw the best thing he had seen in days - the green crown of a tree, only just visible beyond the drab buildings. Following it, he found himself in a large, quiet park, where many trees and tangled shrubs grew carelessly across the cracked pavement. It looked like a half forgotten place - the playground was rusty, the colours faded but the graffiti still shining bright, and he knew he had found a home.

The local Kiamaras pretty much kept to themselves, but they were friendly enough and didn't pry. Cipher made a few friends, though none of them were close, and a few enemies, though most of their quarrels were petty. The park was practically run by the Kiamaras that had decided this was the perfect home, and the occasional hungover teenager who would stumble into the park in the darkness and fall asleep on one of the rotten benches, to wake up confused and diorientated in the smoggy sun of dawn. The park was one of the few places where one could hunt for prey instead of scavenging, as rabbits and fat pigeons had near-infested the place - life was good, and Cipher lived free and savage in his island of wilderness. Embargo even came to visit occasionally, to check on his little brother who was now at least an inch taller than him.

It was on a grey, humid day when Cipher was awoke from his afternoon nap by a quiet, damp noise, not far from where he was sleeping. He was tempted to ignore it as his eyelids were heavy, but curiosity got the better of him, so he went to investigate. What he found surprised him - it was a human, but not a drunken one, just an adolescent human girl with tears streaming down her cheeks. He would usually have crept away, scowling, if a human entered his territory, but she was so... helpless - and he was a Kiamara after all, so he went to her, awkwardly, as he had never approached a person before. She smiled at him and pet him, and he cheered her up. Her tears dried up, and they played together, and became friends.

She visited the park everyday after that for months, though each day she would come back upset. Cipher never wondered why she was always so sad; he was too busy enjoying their time together. He never realised that she was so upset, until she came to visit him in the night, her face strangely blank, no tears, no smile, no voice. It was as if she were already dead. She came to say goodbye, and then she was gone again. He was confused, but he knew she would be back to normal in the morning - then he felt something snap in his heart, and knew that the strange girl would never be coming back to the park. He would always blame himself for the death of his first real friend, even though there was no way he could have saved her.

The other Kiamaras tried to be sympathetic, and at first Cipher accepted their condolences with a small nod and downturned eyes, but after a while he wouldn't even acknowledge that they were there. He wouldn't eat and couldn't sleep; his mind felt numb. He didn't care anymore. Then the sadness turned to anger, and the anger drove away his friends, and even his own brother, and finally he was alone. He left the park; nobody knew where he had gone. Few even cared. Kiamaras whispered among themselves of his fate, but then even the rumours died out, and he became nothing. He had never existed; he was never been there in the first place - just a cipher, so unimportant that with his disappearance his memory was merely swept away by the breeze.

When he returned weeks later he was unrecognisable. The feral dogs that used to tease him scampered away timidly as he strolled fearlessly the dark alleyways, on his way home. He looked rough, as though he had been dragged through the dirt by one of the great metal beasts that he used to fear, but now did not care about. His eyes burned with hatred, which was directed at everything - the humans, the Kiamaras, the city, the whole world; and when his temper wasn't flaring he became a dull-eyed ghost, not caring what became of him, if he lived or died, if he was starving or tired or cold or wet. He snarled at the Kiamaras that used to be his friends or rivals, at the humans walking the streets and the rabbits that grazed the overgrown grass. Embargo, hearing of Cipher's return, went to visit, only to find that his little brother would not even look at him, or shown any sign that they had ever met.

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Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ
Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs:: Unknown
Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs:: Older brother; Embargo
Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs::

The relationship between Cipher and his brother is unusual, and often makes no sense to anyone but themselves. When Cipher was younger Embargo was his best friend and his role-model - they were inseperable. As they grew older they seemed to drift apart, but they never really did. Cipher went his own way, but would await his brother's visits eagerly; when they were together Cipher would be happy, and even back then he was rarely happy. Even now, though he makes no effort to show it and most of the time acts like Embargo isn't even there, he enjoys his brother's company; Embargo knows that it makes his younger brother feel a little better when he's around so he visits as often as he can. Their brotherly bond is extraordinary and it seems that no matter what happens, nothing will break it.

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Fᴏʀ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏsɪᴛʏ's sᴀᴋᴇ
Lɪᴋᴇs::

- Silence; he hates the loud noises that, in the city, he never seems able to escape.
- Being alone; he has never been one for company, but since his best friend died he's not done anything with anyone - not even his brother.
- The park; he tries to escape the city by walking through the dense, overgrown parts of the park, where the skyscapers are only just visible above the canopy.

Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs::

- The city; all he wants is to live somewhere - anywhere - other than the crowded streets of London.
- Cars; when he was younger he was terrified of the 'metal beasts' - now his fear has turned into hatred.
- Music; especially the loud and angry types.
- The other Kiamaras that think they're so much better than him; most of them end up with their faces smashed in.
- Rich snobs; most of them end up with their faces smashed in too.

Qᴜɪʀᴋs:: He can't stand the taste or smell of mint; it makes him feel sick.
Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs:: Wandering, hunting, swimming.
Pʜᴏʙɪᴀs::

- Trypanophobia; extreme fear of needles and injections.
- Claustrophobia; fear of enclosed spaces.

Cᴏʟᴏᴜʀs:: Black, orange, dark red, dark purple.

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Sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs

Yᴏᴜʀ Hɪɢʜɴᴇss
The moonlight, dim though it was as it shone through a veil of murky clouds, reflected on the glassy ice that coated the grey pavement. Not a star glinted or winked in the sky, but the streetlights glowed bright, casting amber light upon the streets and jagged black shadows everywhere else. Paws crunched through shallow snow, snowflakes dancing groundward all about them; brown fur faded into the darkness but blazing orange hair flared above it, visible even through the obsidian blackness of night in London's forgotten alleys. The lone Kiamara's crimson eyes flashed about, searching the abandoned wastes for edible scraps. Winter had been tough on him. With the prey becoming scarce he had resorted back to his old ways - searching the human's trash for food - but he was struggling. Even the human's leftovers were becoming scarce; any he could rummage out was stale, mouldy or frozen solid. His stomach growled fiercly at him. Two days without even a bite of food and he was becoming desperate.

That particular night, Cipher was lying in the pitch black alley, his face resting damp and dirty on the slushy tarmac. He was exhausted from the searching that had yielded no reward, and the starvation that raked his body, and so he slept on the streets. Dogs cackled around him but kept their distance. Humans stumbled by, unaware of his presence, their voiced breaking occasionally into bursts of raucous drunken laughter. A fellow Kiamara, her face equally gaunt, walked by with but a glance at rough and savage Cipher. Then a familiar smell met his nose and for a split-second he smiled, then his permanent scowl returned.

"Cipher," Embargo asked, concerned. "I heard I'd find you here. I brought you some food."

Cipher didn't look at his brother, or move at all. Embargo nudged him, and was replied with a growl. His crown lay tipped on an angle upon his head; his fur was clean and looked as if it had been groomed meticulously; his eyes shone with genuine kindness, though occasionally it was hard to escape the feeling that he was looking down on everyone else. That was opposed to Cipher, whose fur was matted and stained with dirt and dry blood; whose face was blank in indifference; whose eyes were dull and emotionless.

"Please, Cipher. You're going to get ill if you don't eat soon. Then you're going to die. If you don't do it for yourself, do it for me - I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

Cipher turned his head away, growling again. His tail swayed.

"Okay, I'm not doing this anymore. Either you take this food and you eat it, or I shove it down your throat. I'm serious." Embargo stepped forward warningly, dropping a bag of fragrant food next to Cipher snout. It was so tempting... Cipher's stomach snarled at him again, then he gave in. He rummaged through the bag with his muzzle then pulled out a half-eaten burger, still relatively fresh and smothered in sweet ketchup, and ate it, savouring every bite as his hunger subsided. Then he looked up at his older brother, and smiled.

Embargo began to walk away, his feet crunching softly in the snow, his body being swallowed by the thick snow swirling around him. He looked back one last time. Cipher was watching him leave.

"Thank you... your highness," Cipher said, then he stood up and walked in the opposite direction, on his way back to the rusted old park that was his home.

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Sᴛᴇᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ
Wʜʏ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʜɪᴍ::

Well... I'm going to be completely, utterly honest here. At first, I wasn't going to enter to win him at all; I was too nervous, since I didn't really understand how these things work - I still don't really understand now - and I wasn't sure whether I would be a very good owner for him because I'm completely new to this. But he's so handsome, and I really, really would like to own a Kiamara for myself, so I decided I'd just give it a go, though I didn't really mind whether I won or lost. But then I started to think about his personality and his history, and I just sort of... understand how he must feel. Maybe that's weird of me. But I have grown attached to him now - which is probably not a good thing, because so many other people have entered, so the chances of me winning aren't great. I just hope that whoever wins him looks after and appreciates him as much as he deserves, and that he doesn't end up being forgotten about.

Wʜᴀᴛ I ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ::

If I won this gorgeous boy, the main thing I would do with him would be art. Lots and lots of art. So. Much. Art. I've had loads of ideas for art while I was writing about him - his design is so handsome and unique, and I really enjoy drawing him. I might also RP with him, but I don't usually RP because I'm not very good at it. I'm sure I'd give it a go! I was also thinking of making a comic about him or re-writing his history into a proper story to share with everyone here on CS. If I won him, he would definately be loved and never, ever forgotten. I'm so hopeful that I'll win him - he'd be my first adoptable pet and so would be very special to me. <3

Nᴏᴛᴇs::

- This is my first time trying out for a Kiamara and only my second or third time trying out for any user-made adoptable, so it might not be very good - but I'll definately try my best.
- Sorry that the history the whole form is so long. I always get carried away...
- Any art I do was drawn with my laptop's touchpad as I don't own a tablet.

[the.kitsune.prince]

Beautiful Boy x Not for me though.

[byebye seeyoulater]

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Need to go to school

[LightningStrike3]

Username: lightningstrike3
Name: Torus
Gender: Male
Personality: WIP
History: WIP
Art: WIP
Extras: WIP
Just one big WIP for now
Dropping out, too busy to finish the form for this handsome guy.

['ye]

dropping out to work fully on number #118. </3
Good luck to all contestants! c: