[Olijter]

[etheraus]

-----------Aurelia, Aurelia,

---------------------don't you look too closely now;
---------------------the world's not what you think.

username: ace'd, current owner of 2 kiamaras!

name: This tiny child is named Aurelia, meaning "the golden one". While
---------she's called this, she personally prefers the nickname Aure,
---------simply because it sounds prettier to her. Her name is
---------pronounced similarly to the word 'aura'.

---------------------it's a little lonely now, darling, don't you see,
---------------------the world is full and full of things

---------------------... and of them, you know nothing.

--------A U R E L I A is a little girl who doesn't view herself as very little. She could be described as a little 'full of herself', even; she likes things to be about her, and she often makes them that way. This personality trait is very evident in the things she does and the way she thinks. As an only child, the world has always revolved around her-- her parents have already read her stories when she demanded them, she was always allowed to do whatever she wanted, and she was always treated like royalty, even to the point of receiving her own 'royal crown'.

--------Aure is a little spoiled, and she's known for the occasional temper tantrum and yelling match. She is also very possessive of things, though she hardly ever gets challenged of her right to possess things due to her being an only child. However, her possessive traits go beyond just physical things-- she's overly possessive of make-believe worlds and 'happily-ever-after' endings. She constantly desires the best of the best for herself, so the idea of any other character having something she wants doesn't appeal to her. To combat this, she often projects herself into the bedtime stories she is read. By projecting herself into these stories and changing the character's actions to suit her personality better, she changes previously-known stories and stories written by her parents into completely different stories with different morals. Her parents are clever, and write stories with bland characters that she can self-project herself into; then, they have also constructed the story in a way to (hopefully) teach Aure morals and life lessons from the ending of her halfway-self-written stories.

--------Her parents secretly call these stories "Aure's stories", as Aure is always too caught up in the story line and making sure the story ends happily to realize that she's learning as well. Her favorite story written by her parents is a story that she still hasn't quite learned the moral from, of a self-absorbed princess and some pretty stained glass windows.

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"Daddy... will you read me a bedtime story?" she asked, cuddled up in her over-sized bed. She knew the answer already. "One about a beautiful princess and her desire to rule the world". Aurelia wanted a princess like her.

"Of course," her father responded, thinking about a snowy wasteland that would set the scene for his newest fairy tale.

The unnamed princess would of course gain the name 'Aure' and a face very similar to that of his own daughter; after many nights of his stories being overwritten, Aure's father found no problem with this. It was just the fact.

He settled down next to his daughter's bed, thinking of how to start off. He cleared his throat, and began, "Once upon a time..."

"The princess lived in a large castle with fingerprints on the frosty glass windows. She had explored every inch of her home, leaving small pieces of herself in each of the rooms. Her toys were scattered in the kitchen, the farthest-back bedroom, and the room in the very tip of the spire. That's how she knew she had been there. Now, with her curiosity of her home satisfied, she longed to see the outside world; her fingers and nose were constantly pressed against the chilly glass, and it was a feeling she had grown accustomed to.

"She was never allowed outside when it snowed; it did constantly. Her parents were worried of chills and colds, and of the terrifying beasts they were told roamed the snowy drifts. None of this worried the princess. She saw beauty in the falling ice crystals and the streaks of light she saw fluttering against the sky.

"It wasn't until she leaned too closely to the window that she felt it crack open. The wind was bitter, and it left traces of pink against her skin. Her light dress wasn't suit to fight the cold of the outside, and she dawned on many of her multicolored blankets as she stepped out. She felt the wind bite into her face, but she also felt the beauty of the snowflakes as they landed gently against the array of colors she wore. As she looked across the land, she compared her own fragile, off-white skin to that of the newly fallen snow, and her eyes to the briskness that was the winter sky. She saw her own beauty everywhere in her kingdom.

"As the tiny princess stared out at the white wonderland, taking small steps until her surroundings seemed made up entirely of the soft powder, she lost track of time and the feeling of the snowflakes landing on her skin. Her pale fingers tinged blue and her feet seemed to ice to the ground; even the blankets had stopped blowing in the wind, almost like they were frozen into the breeze itself.

"Her eyes were closed now; she had taken in the imagery to memory. She stood transfixed in her own memories, both of her beauty and the beauty of her kingdom. She took no notice to the way the cold seemed to curl around her and stick to her warmth until it seemed to just be a part of her. After all the time in her own little bubble of warmth and explored rooms, the princess took one more step into the untouched snow and one step farther away from home."

Her father stopped speaking and the silence hung.

"Did she ever go home?" Aurelia was confused and concerned, as her eyes remained transfixed on her father and his story, much like the princess' had remained on the snowy wonderland she would someday call her home. The little girl seemed to fill with anticipation in every second her father stopped to ponder the question.

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"Do you want her to?" He asked, leaving the decision up to his daughter. It was her story, after all. She thought for a second.

Aurelia closed her eyes (the resemblance to the character was striking). Then, without opening them, she said, "No. She didn't go back. Instead she saw the little silhouette of a building, and walked towards it. It was a house of dark wood and stained glass that lacked the finger prints of her own home. But, the glass was still more interesting. It showed images of a bright yellow sun and a beautiful, green forest. The princess hadn't seen these things before, and she found a new thing to dream after." Aurelia's story wasn't quite as elegant as her father's storytelling.

"And her family?" Her father asked, curious.

"Her family dreamed to find her again. Everyone had dreams. It's a win-win situation," Aurelia said, smiling. She was fond of this idea of dreams, though she had none for herself.

Her father smiled back. "I suppose it is," he responded, standing up to turn out the light. "Good night, Aure. Sweet dreams."

The story hadn't gone where he had hoped; but, he wasn't sure where it was going in the first place. Dreams were good. His daughter had managed to learn something, and that was all that mattered: dreams are important to have, no matter what they are. He smiled and laughed under his breath. He had no idea how he would control Aurelia once she started chasing her own dreams.

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Username;; ~Soul~
Name;; Lizette
Promise of God
Hebrew and comes from
the name Elizabeth
Favorite Fairytale;;Fav tale here

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Border Art ~ By Me

Lizette or better known as Liz to anyone that wishes not to suffer from her short temper. This little fiery girl is a flying ball of ferry when her fur is brushed the wrong way. This little girl also is just as proud as she is hot tempered. She tends to carry herself with the most highest respect and takes pride in everything she does. She truly acts like a princess and sometimes like a spoiled on at that as well. She sees herself as a high class Kia and plan on focusing on her studies to be a well rounded lady, but is often sidetracked and tends to often wonder off and manages to find away to get in trouble.

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[scolipede.]

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[SpotSong]

username;; SpotSong

name;; Vanelope

personality;; she is outgoing and is the popular girl. She can be very two sided when it comes to her personality. One minute she is a beauty pageant sweet heart. The next thing you know she is trying to shove bad karma down your throat. You want to steer clear from her. The sad thing is....she is lonely that's all.

favorite fairytale;; Rapunzel because Rapunzel is her idol. She finds the fairytale socromantic and thinks that Rapunzel is the most beautiful just like her.

art;; WIP

[Mazkerati]

Mark//

Just wondering...is she PPS? ;3;

[pep]

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xxxxxxxxx paired with icseal
username: pep xx full name: marinelle reiner
xnicknames: inelle, marina xx gender: female

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personality;; marinelle is a gentle kia, but is usually
focused on the downsides of life; she refuses to look
on the bright side, claiming she has never seen any-
thing truly shining like so called bright side may ever
display. she's a risk taker and would do anything it
took to be freed from her tower. her mind is plagued
in curiosity, dreaming of a life that will never hap-
pen; since age six, her parents have stored her up in
the highest tower of their shore-side castle, and she
has never been granted the permission to see the out-
side world. her mind comes up with new ways to
entertain her, sometimes with thoughts of her past:
the first time she tried ice cream when she was three.
the carnival at four. being lured into the cold though
spacious room of the tower she would spend her next
ten years in. the sixteen-year-old princess is terribly
immaculate, her living space kept clean, but her mind
is a jumble, packed with confusion and desperation
to feel the sand of the shore on her paws. she's
relentless, and, quite frankly apathetic, and she dances
with the shadows in the dead of night, ignoring the
darkness nipping at her paws.

she finds herself staring out the large window in the
tower, letting the smell of the sea and fresh air blow
in as she dreams and she imagines everything, her
hair tousled by the chilly night air, and something about
the outside world makes her mind wander and her eyes
brighten. everything does. she never stops thinking;
her mind is jam-packed with so many tidbits of info
and such, and she craves knowledge. she will request
books from the maids as they bring up her meals, and
very rarely they will not return without one. because of
this, around her gossamer canopy bed are countless
books -- mostly fairytales or gallant, exaggerated tales
-- and she has read every single one. her own views for
the future are dark, yes, but reading something with a
happy ever after gives her hope and it makes her feel
like she could soar. it makes her dream even more. she
craves and needs the time in her life when she
can kiss her frog into a prince, or have prince charming
sweep her away from her restricting, claustrophobic
tower. sometimes she thinks she can grab her dreams
on cold nights, when she bundles in her blankets and
reaches out of the open windows, grasping an opened
hand to the stars.

the only trait that could possibly describe marinelle is
a dreamer, and she is certain that will never change.

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she notices him first when his murky eyes
seem bleak and he seems down. he walks
with a silly step and she swears she can
hear throaty croaks when he walks along the
shore. her eyes brighten as she dashes for a
notebook, grabbing her pen immediately.

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his croaks subside as he departs,
volume decreasing with each step. can he
speak? or could he be a fairytale prince?
she decides he will see the paper airplane
tomorrow, if he comes by again. she
tosses it, and a gust carries it straight into
the crashing water. she laughs.

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the next day she throws open the
windows hearing a familiar croak croak croak
sounding down the boarded pathway down
the shore. she'd yell at him to get off of the
property, but maybe it's the adorable croaking
or the attachment she's already feeling towards
him that convinces her not to. she fires another
paper airplane.

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croaking and sand hitting her window
wakes her up. how could he possibly lob the balls
of sand that high up at her? she opens the window,
only to get smacked in the face by another sandball.
"sorry," he apologizes meekly, grinning up at her
with mischief painted on his face. somehow, she
can't find it in her heart to grow angry as she
wipes wet sand off of her pale, delicate face.

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favorite fairytale;; 'the sea princess' - by marinelle // a princess, from the window of her tower, clutches her notebook with trembling hands, the only sound being the waves crashing onto shore in a calming, serene rhythm. the light of the half-moon shines brightly into her opened window, illuminating thoughtful-though-widened blue eyes and flowing wavy blonde hair that falls around her shoulders in delicate tresses. blankets cling to her over a white silk nightgown. if she could breathe and her whole form could disappear into the wind, become one with the gusts, she as if she would not waste a second and turn into the wind; be the wind.

she reads to the stars every night. sometimes she has repeats of her favorite tales, of whimsical princesses dancing with their blond, tan, tall, and gorgeous princes, of girls running away and men fighting dragons to earn their ladies' love. tonight, she appears nervous: she has written this tale, and wishes to please the gods and goddesses that manage her beloved stars and moon every night. living in a tower for so long, a little over ten years, has driven her lonelier than expectedly possible, though she has pulled through; she's found companionship in the stars.

"this story," her delicate voice breathes, her breath hitching in her throat as she stares up at one of the brightest stars in the far, far distance. "is called sea princess." after she speaks, she seems.. at ease, maybe? she seems much more relaxed now that she has spoken the words, a hushed chuckle leaving barely-parted lips. she turns her gaze down to the intricately written words on the page, the loops in her 'l's and the curves of her 'c's making her nervous; they're driving her into a state where she feels almost nauseous, hoping her story will be satisfactory.

"there was once a princess of the sea," she begins. "the princess was hesitant. she never seemed to speak a word, her regality stunning the wildlife around her. she did not have a long, dazzling tail of aquamarine scales, nor the most beautiful crown of coral placed atop a head of dull blonde hair. the only thing special about the princess was her freedom, and she cherished it with every kick of her legs, unsuited for the ocean life, and trailed along, gills flexing on her pale neck.

"one day, she met a prince, whose hair glowed the brightest blonde and his eyes dazzled just as the sea itself did. she fell in love... instantly." she pauses, gazing up to the stars. "she knew everything would be all right if she just took his hand and he beamed that smile with pearly teeth, making her feel worth something. making her feel worth him.

"she decided to run away with him, but it was a mistake. he imprisoned her in a cage of stone, and she grabbed the smooth stone bars of her cage and dreamed, and she never stopped dreaming. everything was taken for her and now her only friends were the small fish that sometimes drifted in and out of her cage on a current and the sound of the happy, distant dolphins exclaiming with joy as they leapt from the water and dove back in with waves of bubbles crowding their sleek bodies. she dreamed for three years before she decided that the prince was not worth it." she pauses once more, sighing as she turns the page and whispers to herself: "three years."

"the princess gripped the bars harder than she ever had, and the stone dug into her pale palms; she shattered the stone with her hands, now dripping the prettiest blue blood into the water. the crumbled stone fell away from her enclosure and she wasted no time swimming away, but in the process her prince noticed her escape. he screamed at the sharks to catch her, and how they would tell her apart as she was the one with the legs rather the tail. she was never caught as she seemed to vanish into the sea. she decided it was right to claim her freedom once more, and to avoid being found by the prince, she stumbled onto shore, the sunlight gracing her skin.

"she transformed. her skin tanned to a beautiful shade and her hair bursting with light, cloaked in a halo of moonlight as it flowed in the wind; her eyes shone brighter than the sky and the ocean and the sun itself. and thus it was made perfect: she gained her freedom, and she was whole. she became a goddess when she realized she was free, and she would always be free."

the small kiamara lowers her notebook, eyes wide as she gazes up to the sky. for some reason she looks strangely happy as she relaxes, breathing a heavy sigh and closing the notebook held delicately in her paws. "i hope you enjoyed that one, stars," she speaks gently to the sky, setting her notebook on the windowpane and reaching out as if she could grab a star. she pulls the paw back and holds it near her heart. "someday, i will seek my own freedom, you see. please keep believing in me."

she pulls the notebook away and closes the window in a flurry of barely-sheer settling gossamer curtains, setting the notebook on a pile of fairytale books and falling onto her bed in a shroud of blankets. she closes her eyes, but not before a tear escapes her left eye.

she will find her freedom one day.

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art: by rivkah // by jaggy // by icseal

xxxx marinelle feels comforted by her
froggy companion. his personality seems to
be a gentle one judging by his behaviors
when he sits at the base of the tower and
croaks loud enough for her to hear, but not
to be disruptful. he is the only friend she
has had since before she was put in the tower,
and hence she is desperate for his attention
as she feels she needs him to bring her
happiness. she has never felt so happy in
the duration of ten years than when she
talks to the male and he responds cheerfully
in his croaky tones and adorable grins.

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xxxx within herself, she wonders about her feelings
for the male. the feelings border affection, which
is only natural as she's fallen for the first kiamara
she's met in a decade. her feelings range from
sporadically in love on lonely nights to despising
him when he doesn't show up one day, but that's
really only expected. she's curious about what he
feels for her, and wonders if gummy thinks she's
just as intriguing as she thinks of him. for now,
she figures she can only wait until some prince
who her parents find satisfactory may steal her
away, only for her to escape, like in her own
written fairytale. she fears falling out of love.

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a million thank you's to foxehstar for critiquing,
ego for letting me use the rivkah art after dropping
out, seal for ordering me and making me amazing
art, as well as pairing with me [love u vegan cheese
ball], abel. for moral support, and sara for making
me feel 100000% better about myself. love u all!!

[Jaskiest]

username;; ~Stormfly
name;; Kelsey-Kaitlyn Cecelia Kensington
'just call me kelsey-kaitlyn, or preferably princess'
personality;;
powerful/manipulative/jealous/sassy/sly/cruel/distant/independent/condescending/scornful
[explanation here]
favorite fairytale;;
'the valiant little tailor'
[explanation here]
art;;
shall order
relationship with 507
'if by 507 you mean 'the peasant', then he's really not worth your time. truly, don't bother'
kesley has a very low opinion of 507. he is her half brother, however, in her kingdom it is the girl who will be an heir to the throne no matter the age, so it is unlikely he will become king. this is half the reason she is.. wipp

[taichi]

Mark

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oh dear, possible wip.
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