[plaegii]

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username : zangalewa
name : khalida
nickname : kali, lia, ali
meaning : immortal
gender : female
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I am a creature of the Fey
Prepare to give your soul away
My spell is passion and it is art
My song can bind a human heart
And if you chance to know my face
My hold shall be your last embrace.
- Heather Alexander

Counting On Hearts by Icon For Hire

age : estimated seventeen
birth date : october eighteenth
parents/siblings : unknown

sexuality : bisexual
relationship status : single
friends : none as of the moment
enemies : likely several

resourceful / sarcastic / clever / melancholy
varying mood causes subtle shifts in personality

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The craggy cliffs rose high above the murky green waves below, the frothy white foam of each breaker pounding forcefully against jutting stones emerging from the water or, further in, the soft black sands of a cove. The only sounds to accompany the rush of water and the endless call of seagulls was the breeze through the leaves high above the sheltered cove and the occasional moan of far away boat horns. Pass the endless drone that occurred on a daily basis, a new tune filled the air: "The king and his men stole the queen from her bed... and bound her in her bones; the seas be ours and by the powers, where we will, we'll roam..." A faint tune, barely heard above the waves, and yet is seemed perfectly forlorn. The source of the voice, described lovely by any male's standards, emerged from the dark waves as if she too were bred of fins and scales. Bone thin, her skeleton practically visible beneath her sparse fur, the kaimara that had long since titled herself as Khalida now roamed the shores of her home. "I miss the good old days," She said to no one in particular, her voice oddly brittle now that she wasn't using the long, low drone of a weeping maiden. "The ones where there were no engine-powered boats and greed-motivated brats!" These last few words undeniably harsh, milky eyes narrowing in dislike. She much preferred back when the ships had been powered by the wind and oars, with magnificent sails and craftsmanship that couldn't be exact in any other copy.

Wild green hair and broad sea-foam green feathers ruffled by the brisk breeze to have blown moments before, she stepped beneath the shelter of her smooth stone-built home, Khalida's long finned tail whisked to and fro, scattering behind it droplets of crystal clear aqua and flinging from it's end a tangled ribbon of seaweed. Another day and no luck- she'd go hungry again tonight, with only petty meats to sustain her and hardly a drop of entertainment. Talking to herself had grown tiresome already, the kiamara then laying down across the smooth black grains under paw to gaze out to the sea she had once loved, now polluted by waste and debris she couldn't keep up with. "Some men have died and some are alive; and others sail on the sea. With the keys to the cage and the devil to pay, we lay to the fiddler's green." She hummed under her breath, the melodic note of her own voice soothing her easy to unravel nerves. Oh, the things she'd give to see someone on those deep blue-green waves now...

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[kidcandy]

mark.
may try out, if not, watching the competition.

merida

[b a d . w o l f]

mARK AND RESERVEEE
s0 HARDD

[Expresso.]

Markin'
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Username; RancidPoet

Name; Carmen

Gender; Female

Personality; She's very cold after the fate she's suffered, but in all honesty she'd love nothing more than to feel again.
She uses a confident facade to mask her true vulnerability. Although its very rare to see her open up to anyone but she can, and if you get on her good side, she will.

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Additional Information:

Sign; Pisces

Birthday; March 3rd

Age; 21

Sexuality; Bisexual

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Personality (cont.); Being a siren has a stressful impact her on inward emotions, but she pushes it all down and sings her heart out.
Externally she's created a flirty and almost sensual personality. She can tease and disarm you with her witty charm. Holding a conversation with her can be dangerous, as she is also intelligent and cunning, meaning she'll sweet-talk you out of anything she wants. Her external characteristics are very much a part of who she is. The assertive, outgoing side she's always had.
Internally she is a gentle soul. Carmen still holds a lot of her childlike characteristics within her. She desires to see the good in the world, but feels as if she no longer can. When her inner feelings come bubbling up those lucky enough to be around bare witness to the most vulnerable side of Carmen there is.

History;

nnnnCarmen grew up in a lovely family by the beach. She had two wonderful parents who loved and supported her greatly. Her parents would sing her these beautiful lullabies and tell her one day she'd use her own voice to make beautiful melodies. Once she reached the age of twelve she began to sing all the time, her favorite thing was to sing with her father. Every night when he returned from the fishery they'd sing beautiful duets and jaw dropping operas. She'd stay up long after she should've been in bed to practice with her dad. One night Carmen eagerly awaited the return of her father, they would be practicing the very same opera she was named after. She sat in the den facing the door singing bits and pieces to herself. It grew later and later and eventually Carmen passed out only to spring back up when someone frantically entered their home. It was a coworker and close friend of Carmen's father, he asked to see her mother. Carmen got her mother and the two began talking, she watched closely as her mother began to sob. Feeling a strong pain in her chest Carmen tried to comfort her mom.

nnnn"Mamma, what's wrong?" Her world was about to fall apart as her mother sniffled and turned toward her. "Carmen, sweetheart, Daddy's gone missing..." She refused to believe it, she spent all her energy protesting his disappearance. "He's still by the shore..." or "He's just out getting food." whatever it took to rationalize his absence. A week went by and both Carmen and her mother began to lose hope, when finally something turned up. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon when the very same coworker came told Carmen's mother to come with him to the shore and little Carmen followed. On the dimly lit beach was the body of Carmen's father. All her protesting, all her attempts to explain why he was missing, just faded away into dust. As she watched her mother sob Carmen ran back to the house tears streaming down her face. "Daddy.... no..."

nnnnShe was sixteen when the pain finally subsided and began to sing again. It was late at night, and Carmen sang one of the duets she use to sing with her father. Her ears perked up when she heard a faintly familiar sound. It was a beautiful, alluring sound. Carmen crept out of her house to get closer to the it and her face became flush when she remembered exactly what it was, her father's voice. She felt a lump form in her throat as she drew closer to the singing. She was now standing on the exact spot she had seen her father's lifeless corpse nearly four years prior. Carmen sang back to the voice, just then she began feeling very tense and suddenly the voice became something else, something far more sinister. She was ambushed by legendary sirens that had haunted this beach for centuries. Carmen began to panic, fearing for her life.

nnnn"Calm down beautiful, we're not going to kill you.." spoke a strangely soothing voice. "We're here to save you... to make you one of us." it said as she was slowly pulled under. Her lungs burned the longer they went without air until she finally passed out. After what felt like forever she opened her eyes and gasped for air. She awoke to a group of four or five sirens hovering over her, scared and unable to ask what was going on a sweet, seductive voice said, "Rise and shine beautiful." Carmen looked around and noticed she was no longer on land, she was in some underwater cave God knows how many miles from home. She began to panic and tried to flee, she unfortunately didn't get very far, she flopped over and looked behind her. Her once fluffy tail was now replaced by a long fin, her once 'normal' paws had grown webbing, she could now breathe the water!The sirens sensed her anxiety and began to soothe Carmen with a harmonious melody.

Her voice is heaven
with her beauty to match,
used to lure you in
and make you the next catch.

But don't be fooled,
she does own a heart.
No matter how small
nor torn apart.

Her exterior direct.
Her interior complex.
A battle ground of emotions.
with their lasting effects.

This is how she lives
every single day.
As she sings to the approaching men
in the calm,foggy bay.

[mango sherbet]

extended to jan. 1st on request!

[Roggie_23]

username; Roggie_23



name; Eneri
gender; female



personality;
♦ captivating ♦ confident ♦ eloquent ♦ amoral ♦barbaric ♦ devious ♦ narcissistic ♦ beautiful ♦ proud ♦ cunning ♦ strong-willed

Eneri is a very complicated creature. She is very confident and captivating when you first meet her. She lacks any sort of moral compass and acts completely on her own accord, even if it hurts those around her. Eneri is quick to snap, judge, dislike and insult those she meets. She is also a thief. Despite all of these unredeeming traits, Eneri isn't all that bad. Though she lacks a moral compass, she tends to regain a weak grasp on what it is to be moral when she comes in contact with any children from the ages 4 to 8.



likes and dislikes

There are many things Eneri dislikes, other Kiamaras being one of them. She cannot stand the happy, cheerful moods that every single kiamara is in. She dislikes bugs of every sort, except the annoying ones, she likes to squash them between her claws. Eneri detests all sort of merriment and cheer, wanting to steer clear of them unless she is on the hunt. Prettying up and getting all fancy also isn't something on her favorites list, it takes too much time and effort.

Eneri likes a few things, mainly the ocean. She loves swimming and sunning herself on rocks far out in the ocean. She absolutely loves finding coral reefs and exploring them. Whenever she does this, Eneri always looks for treasures and usually comes up with something. She loves to read, write, eat and fight.



hobbies

Eneri has a few hobbies. One of her most favorite hobbies is fighting. She was trained at the young age of 4 to fight, and is phenomenal. She hasn't lost a fight in over 10 years. She also prides herself in her archery, which she was taught starting at the age of 4 as well. Eneri is only seen when she enters archery or fighting competitions, and always comes out victorious. The other kiamaras wonder who she is, but none of them have the nerve to come and talk to her, given her stone-cold appearance. Another hobby of Eneri's is collecting trinkets. Every time she goes out for a swim, she looks around for sea glass, shells, and other beautiful things to add to her collection.



other information

dwelling: Eneri lives in a cave that opens up to the ocean. The cave is in a cliff, which she found one day while exploring the woods around it. Her cave is full of treasures she's found, medals from her contest winnings and little creations she's made from different pieces of nature. She is always home by sunset, because the sun sets directly in front of her cave, and she loves to sit with the salty breeze ruffling her fur, and watch the sun go down.
age: 23
accessories: Besides the mandatory Kia feathers, Eneri has a gorgeous opal ring, http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5j9fb5iyz1qe93e5o1_500.jpg, that she wears on her front right paw. She found this one day when she was diving close to her cave, polished it and fell in love. She never takes it off.

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Username:
Hello, I am Serge. It is nice to meet you!
About the Adopter:
My name is Cass, a name that I respond to well, along with Serge.
I'm an artist who has been watching this species and wants to try-out for this beauty.

Why I want her:
First of all, have you even seen that design? It's simply so delicate and unique! I've never seen anything similar to the idea which has been brought to light within its design. When I saw this Kia for the first time, I was washed over with ideas for her. It rarely happens when first seeing a design, because I usually just stare at the screen of the 'Post A Reply'.
owner or non owner?:
I'm currently a non-owner.

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"Don't spend your entire life building a ship,
without ever tasting the freedom of the sea."
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Name:
Cordeliɑ
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Asexual
Age:
16
Birthdate:
April 1, 1998
Astrological Sign:
Taurus
Zodiac Sign:
Rabbit

[mango sherbet]

extended to jan 6th on request!

[Evils]

username;
Evils
name;
Angler Marlin Fisher
gender;
Male
Sexuality;
Heterosexual, but Angler has been underwater away from any contact with other Kiamaras that he is unsure his true sexual identity.
personality;
Angler is a sad Kiamara, living far down in the depths of the ocean, hiding far deep in the darkness to make sure no other living life form come down to him. He is lonely where he is,but does not want to force friends apon himself for he fears they will only like him out of pity. He is not quick to love in fear he lose the love of his life, he has no friends at all and wishes one day he can become the lovely Kiamara he once was. He may be sad, but he is not depressed, he just seeks a life of love and he is too afraid to venture out and find one, he doesn't want anyone to end up how he did.
Angler is kind and gentle, he never hurts any living creature unless he absolutely has to. He only will quietly reach the surface to retrieve any dead seaweed or sea creatures that may have floated to the top to eat as a meal, he does not eat much because he does not want to risk being out of the water too long in fear of being seen.

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