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Name: Anastasia
Nicknames: Anna, Nastya, Asia, Anya
Meaning: ''resurrection''
Pronunciation: An-a-sta-sia
Gender: Female
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Story expressing her feelings about spring:

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Name: Amorette

Behind the name: Amorette is a feminine name of French origin, meaning "little love." The name was specifically chosen by her father and her mother agreed to it. Being the youngest in her family, she is often just referred to as little love instead of Amorette.


Personality: Amorette wasn't just given her name for no reason; she truly is little love. She may not seem like much on the outside, but she's bursting with compassion and sweetness inside. She isn't just 100% love and kindness though, nobody is that perfect here.
Amorette's all of sugar, spice, and everything nice. She couldn't be more nice and fun of a girl, having such a sweet personality that doesn't always make others dislike her right off the bat. However, she can be misunderstood for being so kind. Some may think she's just being nice to get attention, but personally Amorette tends to just be naturally sweet.
There's also a strength within her, giving the spice to her. She may be little but she has a fiery heart and strong will. She'll stand up for what she believes is right, and stand up for others, even if she may not be too fond of them or even have a clue of who they are. She can get annoyed quickly, as practically everyone can.



Story expressing her feelings about spring: Spring is a time of new growth and birth. It's an absolutely stunning sight, it gives her warm bubbly feelings inside just thinking of the burst of new sunlight that lasts long into the afternoon, the young new animals scurrying about, and the nights the clouds darken and a storm breaks out. Those nights are her favorite, when the air is warm yet rain is pounding down all around and lightning crackles across the sky, lighting up the land below in flashes. She has always enjoyed sitting out on the front porch, swaying back and forth on the swing with her legs drawn up close to her body, watching the world explode in anger and tears as she sits back and watches it, staying dry beneath on her small porch...

4/23/13-

Amorette sighed lightly, running her fingers through her long, thick hair as she gazed out the window. The water kept pouring down, pattering lightly against the glass and on every other window in her home. "Why must the sky do this to me," she groaned, throwing her head back slightly. "It knows I hate when it happens to get angry like this, yet it continues to torture me anyways." Amorette shook her head in disgust before getting up off the comfortable, plush couch and walking into the kitchen. In order for spring to bloom well, she was going to have to accept the idea of letting storms roll through. How else would her scenery of flowers outside her small Italian-styled home be able to thrive well and bloom without the rain? "Why do I hate the storms so much?" She questioned herself silently, narrowing her eyes as she stared out the kitchen window, tapping her fingernails on the countertop. However, she soon remembered: when Amorette was a young girl in her home in France, she always enjoyed sitting outside under their porch and watching the storms roll by. Now, she was highly disgusted by them and just wanted the spring sun to rise back out and dry the land. It was a couple years ago and she was a teenager. Amorette had just finished up her day in school and everyone was getting their things to go home. She hadn't realized yet that it was storming badly out, and lucky for her she had to walk home. As she was walking through the pouring rain, feeling it fall harder and harder every second, lightning sounded off in the sky. Her head quickly shot up, staring at the sky and listening to how many times the thunder rumbled in the sky. "One," she counted, and that was it until lightning struck again. This time she watched it hit, only yards away from her. It had struck a large tree, splitting it straight down the middle. Half of it creaked and fell towards her, landing on her ankle just as she began to leap out of the way. Amorette let out a cry of pain, having to limp home the rest of the way as her ankle ached and pierced her with pain. She's been frightened of being out in storms ever since and prefers to stay inside, where she knows she can be safe.
Now, Amorette began regretting giving dislike towards the rain and lightning as she also began to recall the joy that spread through her as she watched the sky light up and rain fall. "Maybe I can change," she whispered lightly, feeling herself bubble up inside at the thought. Quickly she skipped through the house, running into the living room briefly to snatch a blanket before the door was flung open and she stepped out into the moist, fresh air. The storm was still carrying on wildly, thunder beating the air and lightning flashing through the sky. Amorette felt a smile creep across her face as she sat down on her porch swing and curled up in the blanket, suddenly feeling a new liking for these spring storms. "I guess there is a lot more to like about spring, and less to hate," she said softly to herself, feeling warm joy inside.

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Username:
tiedye7
Name:
Madeline
Gender:
female

Story about spring:
{Written from Maddie's POV}

✏ I pause with my fingers poised over the keyboard, unsure of what to write.
Spring.
This doesn't seem like a good start. I delete it and start again.
Ah, spring.
Most count it by the days -- barely enough in some places, hardly more than a week -- but I count springtime in moments.
Times I stopped to smell the flowers, just bursting from bloom.
Short minutes listening to birds, loving their perfect feathers, wishing I could fly.
Precious seconds spent, with bated breath, careful not to disturb a butterfly that happened to land near me.
Moments.
Here I pause, unsure how to continue. I don't want the readers of my blog to be disappointed, but I don't want to overdo it.
So here goes.
It's the moments that count.
Sure, spring is a season for hopeless romantics, but it's more than that. It's a season of fresh growing things, of seconds well spent, of living.
As they say, carpe diem.
I definitely go by this motto: seize the day, seize the moment, embrace the moment. Embrace every moment you get, because before you know it, spring is gone. All that's left is a wisp of the feeling you had when it was there, and a wish: you wish you could have known it was good while it lasted.
This is what keeps me going until the next year.
Here in Canada, spring is mercilessly short, and I have to collect as many moments as I can to last me the year.
So, I take pictures, I write, I do anything in my power to hold on to this fragile memory. It only happens once a year, after all. That isn't nearly enough.
So drink it in while you can, and enjoy every precious second of spring you get. Love it like a good friend or a good book: you can't wait to have it near you again, and once it's back, you remember just how great it really was.

Thanks, readers. Thanks for putting up with me.
I skim the entry one more time before finally hitting 'Publish'.
This is my best blog entry yet.

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Extras start here. You don't have to keep reading.
Name:
Madeline Ella Vine
She goes by Maddie.
Madeline is the name of the girl from the story: the little girl in Paris who lives in the house all covered in vines. This is where her last name comes from.
Ella is a German name meaning 'fairy maiden'.

Age:
About 20 years old.
Her birthday is January 25. This makes her an Aquarius (♒).

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Description:
Purple female Kia, slightly smaller than average.
Hex codes:
#9c3579, #bc6aa4, #ddaedd, #3d193d, #723e80, #50a0b9, #f6e777 (#f6e777)

Personality:
Dreamy | Literate |
Maddie spends most of her time with her head in the clouds, gazing out a window or doodling on her work. This happens most often in the spring, when the outdoors is too enchanting to look away.



What she reminds me of:
I'd say two things: flowers and grape juice.
Flowers, because she's purple with little yellow feathers. She reminds me of something like a pansy or a petunia.
And grape juice because of the swirls. Her colours are a bit too pink to be grape juice, but the hair makes up for it. And the swirls. You know, when you first pour out grape juice and the bubbles make swirls? Like that.

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Name: Clara Ann Lousielle
Story expressing her feelings about spring: WIP

I shall make this the BEST FORM EVER

[Eternal.]

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❃ The Basics:

❃ Name:
Born Mila Imber Kayland, she goes solely by her middle name of Imber.
Imber, alternately 'ymber' is the latin word for "rain" or "stormcloud", which fits her personality well. Her given name of Mila means "The People's Love", referencing her childhood as a member of the royal family, a life she has chosen to give up.

❃ Gender:
Female, though she does have many masculine tendencies

❃ Sexuality:
Imber is demisexual, meaning she must form a close bond with them before entering a serious relationship. As for who she'd form a bond with, she is panromantic, so she can form a relationship with anyone, regardless of gender or any other factor.


❃ Five-word personalityr:
Strong, defiant, willing, cynical, fierce

❃ Age:
22 years old

❃ Size:
Medium large, skinny


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❃ Personality:

In a nutshell...
Brave


Adventurous


Sarcastic


Distant


Fierce


Bitter


Independent


Strong

In depth...
Imber is generally brave, taking routes not yet blazoned and sailing for days without coming to shore. Upon meeting her, she comes off as sarcastic and boisterous. She will generally surprise those she meets with her flare for dry wit and her large personality. Once you get to know her, you will find that she is fierce, fighting tooth and claw for what she believes in, especially when it comes down to protecting a friend. However, she is distant, after the death of her mother, she ran away, and remained secluded from anyone who tries to befriend her. Despite that she has quite the flair for adventure. Being the captain of her own ship, she likes a good adventure, especially when it involves sailing. The years at sea have made her bitter, straying away from interaction, and attempting to drive away those who are close to her. All in all, Imber is independent and strong. She lives on her own, fights for herself, and has a will strong enough to part the oceans.


Through the years...
Childhood- Imber was a particularly defiant child, never respecting the wishes of her parents, and just being all around stubborn and uncooperative child, giving her parents quite the hard time raising her.
Teen Years- She had a hard life as a teenager, being the times where her mother died, and she left the kingdom. During these years, she was practically nonexistent, spending most of her waking hours alone in her room. It wasn't until her coronation day, the day she ran away, that she started to change.
Adulthood-
Her adult life so far has been spent alone, the way she prefers it. She became braver and much more independent, even though she has it rough, she wouldn't trade it for the world.


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❃ Appearance:

❃ Quad:
Quad:

Fur- Fuchsia and purple, with swirling light pink patterns. She has dark purple spots dotting her fur, along with elaborate facial markings.


Eyes- Her eyes are bright blue and rather large, contrasting with her purple hued fur.


Feathers- She has two feathers, on her ear and one on her tail, which fade from gold to white at the tip.


Mane- Her mane is purple with lighter streaks, as is her tail


Accessories- A small skeleton key tied around her wrist, given to her by her mother. She still does not know what it unlocks, and has given up searching.

❃ Anthro/human:
Height- Shorter, 5'4"

Weight- 113 pounds, average weight

Body type- Lithe and muscular, from years of maintaining a ship

Distinguishing features- Small nose, wide set eyes, thin lips, and freckles

Hair- Medium length and very curly, purple with dark streaks

Voice- Low and purring

Wardrobe- Black, torn dress, with white and red embellishments, and sometimes a large black and red captain's hat

Accessories- A belt with a hunting knife always in it, and a bracelet with a small key
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Welcome reader, welcome.
Welcome to the kingdom. One of which the like has never been seen before, akin to a festival, maybe a circus.
Welcome to the circus. You will meet the ringmaster soon, but don't be surprise if it's all an illusion.
Welcome to the illusion. Or is it? It's up to you now, reader. So welcome.
Welcome to the kingdom, the circus, the illusion. Welcome to the shipyard, the boneyard, the Festival of Lights. Welcome.
Now shall we meet the queen herself?


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The king and queen stood proudly in the Great Hall, awaiting the arrival of their six year old daughter, elegantly draped in her hand-tailored... Sweatpants? Imber bounded down the stairs in a frenzy to greet the nobles waiting for her in the Great Hall, eliciting a gasp from each and every one of them, for to see a princess in this sort of casual manner is a rare and strange occurrence. A voice rings out from the silent table, a young noble, about 35 years old, "Princess Imber, you do realize that-"

"DON'T call me princess!" She snaps back with enough acid in her voice to melt a full grown man.

"Then what should I-"

"Captain Imber, if you will," she interjects, cutting him off abruptly. It was a strange sight, these noblemen standing before her, appalled by the commanding and raw tone in her voice, much unlike any six year old they've ever heard.

Breaking the silence, the small, rough voice lilts sweetly,

"Thank you very much for your attention," she chirps, attempting a small curtsy in her baggy pants, but the sweetness is short lived. "Now get lost."

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"Imber!" A servant calls out to her, and she slides down the rail of the steps in her classic attire, a pirate hat and foam sword.

"Do I have to go to this fitting? I haven't grown that much in six months!"

There is no response, she is simply dragged by her ear to the fitting room, where the queen is ready with a fresh scolding on her lips.

"Young lady, what do you think you're doing? You're eight years old, show some respect," her tone softens, and she looks at Imber with sympathy, "I know you don't want to, but it's part of being a princess" as soon as the statement left the queen's mouth, Imber was ready with her retort,
"Did I ask for this? No. Do I want to be proper, or ladylike, or chaste? Not by a long shot. I want to be me, ME! Not what you want me to be. I am Imber, not princess Imber, just Imber. I don't want this, this burden came to me, and I just can't shake it. I'm not elegant, I'm not graceful, I'd rather die than live this life! And I'd..."
Before she could finish her rant, the queen cuffed her across the head.
"That's enough from you!" She snaps, glaring down Imber with flaming anger "Next dress. NOW."
Imber sighed and practically rolled her eyes three-hundred sixty five degrees. She put on dress after dress, pausing between each for a dramatic sigh. She came to the last one finally, and slipped it over her head. The green silk hugged her small frame, and the queen smiled. "Oh honey, look at you. You look just like Tinker Bell. I know how much you love Ti-"
"No," Imber interjects, "I'm not Tinker bell," she puffed up her little chest with all the pride and defiance she could muster "I'm Captain Hook!"

The servants all looked at her with a mixture of disgust and wonder. This child just called herself a villain, not the princess she is, or the fairy she was compared to. A villain. And she embraced the title with pride. She bolted out, still in her dress, and embraced the air of springtime with great fervor. The air heaved a great breath, freeing the pollen from their flowers. She sneezed, and growled her detestation of the spring months. It has always been a time of kingdom meetings and festivities, and all those 'royal duties', and she was done. Done with it all. She ran, her dress catching the spring brambles. She ripped and tore, ripping away the tulle and the lace, leaving ripped green satin, graced with pearls and mud.
She much prefers it this way.
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So there's her childhood. Not what you expected out of the perfect princess, is it? Just wait, reader, the story does not stop here. As a matter of fact, it is just the beginning. What's this? You're wondering who I am? That is not for you to know at this time, but trust me, you'll find out soon. But shall we get back to the girl?
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She runs. She runs away, away from the castle, running to the meadow of the spring. The air felt cool against her back, and the rustle of the grass formed it's own symphony, the babbling creek humming along with it persistently, forming a steady baseline for the world to play it's music to. Imber scoffed, unimpressed with the orchestra playing around her. She took off running, the regal gown she wore splatter-painted with mud and creek water. She squatted beside the creek, running her fingers through the water, and imagining it as an ocean. She closed her eyes, and the waves surged. A light rain started on the creek, while on the ocean the thunderstorm surged. She was in heaven. To a thirteen year old, anything sounds better than the life being lived, but this was different. She wanted the ocean. She needed the ocean. She loved the ocean. The breezes of April blew in, waking her from her wishful trance, and she shuddered at the cold, and scorned the spring that surrounded her. It had ripped her from her fantasies like a page being torn from a book, never to be taped back

in. The spring was too cold, the spring was too hot, there was no consistency, and to a teenager, consistency is life. So she returned to her self-proclaimed prison, the castle.
That evening, she stared from her window all the night, looking at the sky, imagining that is was a sea at night, looking at the stars, seeing lighthouses in the dark, the moon a beacon to ships. She faded to sleep with this thought, and dreamed of the ocean that night.
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The queen lie in her bed, waiting to see her daughter for the last time. The tuberculosis epidemic that had swept the kingdom had made its way to the castle, and the queen was its next victim. Imber entered the room of her sickly mother, and held her hand.
In a raspy voice, the queen spoke, "Imber, take this. It..." She trailed off, and handed Imber a small, old key, then heaved a stiff breath and closed her eyes for the last time. The key still was in the princess' hand, waiting for purpose, a purpose it may never fulfill.
Hours later, the soon-to-be queen still looked at the key, dumbstruck as to why it was given to her. It had no clear purpose, so there was only one thing left to do- Tie it as a bracelet, and keep it as a memory of the greatest queen ever seen. The scene that played outside the window was wrong, it was too cheery for this situation. Outside the window, spring flowers bloomed, and everything seemed to hum on without the queen. Imber broke down and sobbed, scared to death of what she saw. Alone in the room, Imber pounded her fists at the window, screaming at the outside world, which appeared deceitfully cheery. She pulled the blinds, and ran away from the room, stifling cries.
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I know, I know, the mother always dies. But the story's not over yet. Next up is coronation day, one of the worst days of my-er, her life. Wondering why this is so? Don't get ahead of yourself, just keep reading onward, you'll see in your time.
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The day had arrived.
The day where the princess would become the queen. The day where a seventeen year old would take over the kingdom, the day she would escape to the ocean, shedding the crown and pearls, and becoming the captain she always wanted to be. But nobody knows about that part yet.
"All rise!" The courier's voice pierces the hall, and the citizens rise. His bony hands held the crown about to be placed on Imber's head, one made of diamonds and gold, one built for a queen. She bowed in front of the short man, and the crown was placed in her mess of hair. She turned to the people, and the courier once more broke the silence.
"Long live Queen Imber!"
"Long live the Queen!" The people called back in response, bowing before their new queen. Imber dropped the scepter and ran out the door, ripping her cape from her neck. She ran as quickly as she could away from the ceremony, from her kingdom. Taking the crown from her head, she smashed it against the stone, mangling it She grabbed her favorite sailing dress and took off. Wind at her face, sun at her back, Imber was alive in the truest sense of the word. Arriving at the shipbuilder's shop, she breathlessly pointed at a large ship, one with red sails, constructed from beech wood.
"Twenty-five hundred," The shipbuilder demanded. At that, Imber slammed the broken ringlet of gold and diamond on the counter. He feebly grasped the crown, gesturing towards the ship. On the light wood, the letters "S.S MAYFAIRE" were printed in large, dark blue letters, proclaiming the name of the ship. She walked towards the ship tentatively, but stopped abruptly when she heard small voices lilting down the shore.

"Theta! You've gotta share the sword!" A girl, who appeared no older that seven wrestled with a boy, who couldn't be much older himself.

"Alright, alright, but I get to choose the story this time. I'm Peter Pan, and you're Captain Hook," he explained, and Imber brightened at the sound of her childhood hero's name. She crept forward and watched them play from the bushes.

"Where's my dagger?" The girl nagged, sweeping her short hair upward. The boy, Theta, she had called him, broke off a segment of a reed, and tossed it in her general direction.

"Here!" He said brightly in his oddly high-pitched voice. She swung the reed around tentatively.

A third child, this one a girl, with long, light brown bangs and the same striking golden eyes as Theta, emerged from behind a palm. Her hair was encased in a crown of roses, akin to the one her playmates wore, but this one was more elaborate.

"Jackie! Theta!" She called, "Who should I be?"

Theta looked at her for a long while, then whimpered cautiously,

"You could be that big alligator?"

As Ruth processed this information, Imber laughed, tumbling forward into the children's play area. They all stopped to look at her quizzically, until one of them stepped forward, the one that they had called "Jackie".

"Who are you and how fast can you leave," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. Imber just smiled politely, trying not to scare these kids with their "weapons".

"You must be the leader of this rag-tag group of pirates. I'm-" With a shaking voice, Theta interrupted.

"Th-that would be me..." He trailed off, recognizing her, "...Your highne-" This time, Imber was the one to interject.

"No! I mean, that's not me anymore." She kept her voice low and sweet, as the children were starting to become wary. "So which one of you mateys wants to play on a real pirate's ship?"

The kids all brightened, and followed Imber to the Mayfaire. On board, Jackie and the other girl, who Jackie had called Ruth, were "swordfighting" with their swords and daggers of broken river cane. However, Theta stayed behind, standing near the bow of the boat. "I love springtime..." He trailed dreamily, looking out over the stagnant ocean. Imber just nodded at this, taking in what the child had said to her. I guess the spring isn't that bad, she thought. I mean, the seasons won't cease changing on my accord, will they? She stared over onto the clouded sky, but her trail of thought was broken by a cocktail of noises. The crack of thunder first, the sounds of Theta's whimpers, and the pitter of small feet on a wood deck, running away. Imber sighed, but noticed a small, yellow and green pile in the crow's nest. As she got closer, she noticed it was a circle, made of palm fronds and buttercup flowers, just like the ones the children wore, with a note on top of it, reading in childish letters,

"Imber,
Thank yu for being the best captin weave ever had. Have fun on yur trip!
~Theta Θ"

He signed his name with the symbol he was named for next to it. Imber smiled at the note, spelling errors, bad grammar and all. She hung the crown on the crow's nest post.

Thank you, she thought, I'll live up to that, I promise.

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The year is two-thousand fourteen, the girl sails avidly on the seas. The day is May 25th, a sunny spring day. Imber stood at the bow of the ship, smiling despite herself. The spring winds carried the Mayfaire, the sky and seas clear. She took out her leather bound log, and began to scrawl-
"May 25th, 2014, 3:00 PM,
I didn't know spring could be this beautiful, the birds singing and the fish plentiful. It's great, really. Spring still isn't the happiest time, I just passed mom's death anniversary, but I deal. It's gorgeous, I guess, how bittersweet it can be. So I sail on. Through tough times and choppy waters, I sail on. Through harmony and birdsong, I sail on. So it's time to sail on.
Goodbye, my final release,
~Imber"
At that, she threw the captain's log in the water.
She didn't need it anyways.

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So you've finished the story of Captain Imber, now have you? Not at all what you expected, I'm guessing. Now shall we return to the burning question you had earlier, the question of who I am? Well, reader, the answer is simple. I am the queen, the captain, the girl. I am Imber. And I'm proud to stand here in front of you, and to tell my story. Now that you've heard my life, I hear you want to know my opinions on springtime. As I told you in my story, I hated spring as a child and teenager, associating it with many bad memories. As I grew up and matured, I realized that the seasons won't stop changing on my accord, so I might as well learn to tolerate it. Currently, the hate is no longer present, but neither is love. I guess the best word for it is respect. Yes, I quite like that word. I respect spring. Is that what you wanted? Good, now move along, there are seas to sail.



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❃ Fears:
Though Imber appears tough on the outside, she has three fears that she cannot shake. Her first, and probably worst fear is nostophobia, the fear of returning home. After leaving the kingdom she grew up in, Imber vowed that she would never go back. Over the last five years, this has grown into a strong fear. She now believes that if she returns, the people of the kingdom will attack or kill her for leaving in the first place, so she veers as far away from home as possible. She also experiences merinthophobia, the fear of being bound or tied. This also stems from her love of freedom and her fear of going home. She craves freedom, and fears that someone from her old home is going to tie her up and kidnap her, and she won't be able to fight through the binds. Among her worst fears is maniaphobia, or the fear of insanity. She believes that her mind is her greatest asset is her mind, and without it she cannot function. She is scared that if she loses her mind, she won't be able to sail, and the thought is terrifying to her.


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❃ Quirks:

From all her years at sea, she has no clock, so her best way to tell time is to use celestial bodies as time markers. Due to this belief, Imber regularly looks up at the position of the sun or moon to tell the time, and always comments on it, whether it be to anyone else, or just to herself, as a force of habit. Since life on calm seas can get boring, she uses everyday objects as toys, almost like a child would, from chopsticks to fishing poles, she will fiddle with anything she can find for entertainment. A quirk she's acquired over time is her ability to always knows what direction she's traveling in. She will always know if she's traveling east or west, north or south, and any direction in between. It's something she takes pride in, and is thankful for as a sailor to know where she needs to be.
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❃ Flaws:

Imber is skeptical of practically everything, and everyone, leading her to have severe trust issues with anyone she meets. Her distrustful behavior has caused her to be very withdrawn. She avoids people, and prefers to stay alone, only her and the open ocean to console her, and enjoys that lifestyle, though others tend to disapprove of it, causing her to be seen as an outcast. As a teenager and child, and even a bit now, she's rebellious and altogether reckless, which creates injuries and is the sole cause of her multiple scars, something she almost feels a sense of combined pride and shame towards, as they mark her adventures past. Imber's biggest flaw is that she is an extreme pessimist, always looking at the negative things in life and never focusing on the positive. She is marked as an outcast for this, since nobody understands why she can just be happy and optimistic like them, so she stays away from anyone.
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❃ Hobbies:

❃ Astrology:
Imber researches astrology, or the zodiac signs, tirelessly, and believes every myth, superstition, and prediction surrounding them. She will avoid people if she believes her sign clashes with theirs, and has researched every possible point of information on it. She will go on seemingly endless rants, often annoying those around her with her extensive knowledge.

❃ Collecting Pearls:
She thinks that pearls are the most beautiful thing the sea can offer, so she tries to collect as many as she can. To pass time while sailing, she catches clams to look for pearls, and keeps them all in a large box in the crow's nest, next to her prize possession, the flower crown Theta, Ruth, and Jackie made for her before she set off on her maiden voyage.

❃ Gold Panning:
A sailor's life isn't very prosperous, so Imber pans for gold on the shores, hoping to strike it rich fast to buy books to pass the time, basic repairs for the ship, or any other necessity. Though she does it out of need, she has come to enjoy gold panning, and would continue to do it if she were to ever find a nugget and strike it rich.
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❃ Favorites:

❃ Color:
Blue
❃ Number:
12
❃ Letter:
X
❃ Season:
Autumn
❃ Animal:
Osprey
❃ Shape:
Circle
❃ Mythical Creature:
Wyvern
❃ Plant:
Bleeding Heart
❃ Insect:
Moth
❃ Sweet Food:
Pavlova
❃ Savory Food:
Tilapia
❃ Drink:
Stream Water
❃ Book Genre:
Fantasy
❃ Planet:
Neptune
❃ Element:
Water
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❃ Likes and Dislikes:

Imber's greatest love is the ocean, which she spends all her time near or in. She likes autumn, because the changing and falling leaves fascinate her greatly. Imber definitely likes sleeping in, as she spends most of the time she's awake up late at night. She especially enjoys alone time, feeling awkward around others. She loves the night, and finds that everything is much more exciting in the dark, especially hunting, which she enjoys as well. Among her greatest loves is adventure, especially in the form of sailing, her favorite pastime. She likes writing, mostly in her captain's log, which she always keeps close to her.

Imber greatly dislikes winter, as she much prefers warmth. She especially despises close spaces, since she is used to the open ocean she sails so avidly. She finds reptiles creepy, preferring birds or dogs. She hates the indoors, finding them restricting and cage-like. She is scared of loud noises, specifically in the thunderstorms, fearing that the waves generated by them will capsize her ship. Her least favorite terrain is forests, she sees the trees as a cage that she must escape.

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❃ Dreams:

The water gleamed proudly, and the S.S Mayfaire bobbed calmly on its surface. Imber stood in the crow's nest, lazily fiddling with a bit of rope. As the ship neared the shore, something beautiful caught her eye. The shore of the island glowed with a gentle green, ringing the small island with a gleaming halo. The island itself was an enigma as well, gold-leaved pines and silver stones its most ordinary features. Imber leaped from her perch and ran onto the artwork of land, gasping at its strange wildlife. The ground seemed to hum with contempt, and she was pleased with her discovery. Leaping onto a silver stone, she gazed over what she had deemed her own land.
"Guess you're really queen now, huh?" A familiar voice rang out from an identical stone.
"Who are you?" Imber asked the shadowed voice.
"I am you. You are me. We are one in the same. Equals. Rulers together." The shadow-cloaked kiamara stepped back.
"We are not equal," Imber shouted. "You aren't welcome in my kingdom" The stranger leaped forward onto Imber's rock, circling contently.
"Whatever you say, princess. But this isn't the top"
This isn't the top. The words echoed, but made no sense to Imber. But she thought it, over and over.
This isn't the top
This isn't the top.
Then what is?

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❃ Happy Birthday to You...:

❃ Birthdate:
July 18th, 1992
❃ Zodiac:
Cancer
❃ Chinese Zodiac:
Monkey
❃ Ruling Planet:
The Moon
❃ Ruling Element:
Water
❃ Birthstone:
Ruby
❃ Birth Flower:
Larkspur
❃ European Name Day:
November 8th
❃ Sabian Symbol:
Cancer 27
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❃Castle Escape Game:
Instructions-
Use arrow keys to move
Press space to jump
Press up arrow to climb


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❃ I Know- Song to the Queen:
A song by Imber for her mother, sung every year on the anniversary of her death.

(Verse)
You held my hand,
And I took yours,
I held my breath,
And you took yours,
I swear the world was spinning.
The sky it fell,
My heart did too,
The flames they fly,
The flames they stop,
I swear the world was spinning.
(Chorus)
But you looked at me,
And I looked at you,
We both knew it was finished.
So I freed the words,
I let them fly.
"You are special,
You are sweet,
Without you I'll be incomplete.
I love you,
I'll miss you,
I'll take care of everyone.
I'll mourn you,
We all will,
I really, truly love you."
So you held my hand,
And I took yours,
And you whispered in my ear,
"I know."
(Verse)
When that hand fell,
My world did too,
When your breath ebbed,
mine did too,
I swear the world was spinning.
So I took the key you gave me,
And I held it in my hand,
I turned away from you,
Into the burning sunset band.
And I remember how,
(Chorus)
You looked at me,
And I looked at you,
We both knew it was finished.
So I freed the words,
I let them fly.
"You are special,
You are sweet,
Without you I'll be incomplete.
I love you,
I'll miss you,
I'll take care of everyone.
I'll mourn you,
We all will,
I really, truly love you. "
So you held my hand,
And I took yours,
And you whispered in my ear,
"I know."
(Bridge)
You loved the sun, you scorned the rain,
But that's just not for me.
So let this springtime leave me,
That's all I ask of you.
For now I reminisce here,
Trying to forget when,
(Chorus)
You looked at me,
And I looked at you,
We both knew it was finished.
So I freed the words,
I let them fly.
"You are special,
You are sweet,
Without you I'll be incomplete.
I love you,
I'll miss you,
I'll take care of everyone.
I'll mourn you,
We all will,
I really, truly love you. "
So you held my hand,
And I took yours,
And you whispered in my ear,
"I know."
(Coda)
And you looked at me,
And I looked at you,
We both knew it was finished.
So I freed the words,
I let them fly.
"You are special,
You are sweet,
Without you I'll be incomplete.
I love you,
I'll miss you,
I'll take care of everyone.
I'll mourn you,
We all will,
I really, truly love you. "
So you held my hand,
And I took yours,
And you whispered in my ear,
"I know."
So you held my hand,
And I took yours,
And you whispered in my ear,
"I know."

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❃ The Colors:


Fuchia (#9c3579)-
Being the main color of her pelt, this color represents Imber as a whole, from her past to her future. It is everything she hides from anyone else, yet keeps so precious to her.


Light Pink (#bc6aa4)-
This color is the most predominantly pink hue, so I feel it represents her small, but still present, feminine side that she still hasn't come to terms with.

Pale Pink (#ddaedd) [Darkened for text]-
This is her lighthearted side that rarely sees the light of day, only when she is around children and is trying not to scare them. It is rarely seen, but when it is, others tend to notice.


Dark Purple (#3d193d)-
This is the primary color of her hair, and the secondary color of her tail. Since it is her darkest color, I think it represents her inner darkness, which isn't always so inner.


Medium Purple (#723e80)-
This color makes up most of her spots and mane, so it is a fairly predominant color. It is her personality as seen by others that she normally does not hide.



Blue (#50a0b9)-
This shade of blue represents her love for sailing and for the ocean, and is the future she looks so avidly towards on the open seas.


Yellow (#f6e777) [color darkened for text]-
Since this color is a golden hue, it represents her time in the crown as princess and queen, and therefore the life she left behind.

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❃ Imber's Ballad:
Original song, composed by me.
I wrote it to reflect her personality, slow, steady, and deceivingly beautiful...


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❃ Art:

Original reference by albinoBroccoli
By Me
By Me
By Me
By Me
By Feathersmoothie
By Me
By Me

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❃ Playlist:

Theme song: Broken Crown- Mumford & Sons

Jolly Sailor Bold- Old sailing song

Glory and Gore- Lorde

Monster- Imagine Dragons

Paradise- Coldplay

Light em Up- Fall Out Boy
Listen to her playlist here

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❃ Introduction:

Hey there, I'm Eternal! I currently do not own any Kias, but I'm hoping Imber will change that for me. I've tried out for six Kias so far, Imber being my seventh, but I have been unsuccessful thus far. I'm throwing everything I've got into this form, and I'm almost sorry for the poor soul who has to read through all of this monstrous form. I'm pretty fearful she will slip though my fingers, but what happens happens, so good luck to my opponents! I really enjoyed developing the character of Imber, and I hope you liked reading my form as much as I liked writing it.
Thanks for considering me!
~Eternal.
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❃ Why I want her:

Well, to state the obvious, she's gorgeous. Now that we've cleared that away, here's my story.
I began this idea about six months ago, and waited for the perfect girl to put it to, so she was very special to start with. I worked tirelessly on this form, and I honestly believed that I wouldn't finish on time. I wanted to create a character that was both unique, yet embodied me in the slightest way, and I think I executed that perfectly. I believe that part of me was put into Imber, we share fears and hopes, likes and favorites, and in my opinion, that is the strongest bond you can share with a character.

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❃ What I'll do with her:

I've always wanted to be a member of the Kiamara community, everyone is so close. Sure, there's arguments, but what family doesn't argue? I'm pretty shy, so chatting with people who love the same thing as I do will certainly be amazing. I will try to roleplay her as often as I can, her personality seems fun to play around with.
So in short, I will be an active and contributing member of the community, and I will roleplay her, enemies, friends, and eventually mate, as often as I can. I also plan to draw her a lot, I already have half a notebook of sketches, she's just so fun to draw.

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❃ Credits:
Imber and form for Kiamara 105 Readoption ©Eternal.
Kiamaras ©apple
Design ©albinoBroccoli
All Kiamaras mentioned in this form belong to their rightful owners, and not to me

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[christine,]

Reserve with Lorelei c:

[bsktcase]

Name: Whisper
Story expressing her feelings about spring:
Wip

[henley]

Name: Janine
Story expressing her feelings about spring:

[oriole]

lost connection, dropping out

[jcqll]

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WEBSITE
If that's your thing, I made a website version. If you like forum versions better, that's okay, but I still encourage you to at least check it out. c;

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ＮＡＭＥ

I named this girl Calliandra Carrietta Eaton. And there is reason behind this exact name. Calliandra means "lovely" in a few foreign languages. Carrietta is from the book "Carrie" by Stephen King. Eaton is the surname of one Tobias Eaton, from the Divergent series. Both characters had a parent who died when they were young, and their other parent was abusive.

ＡＧＥ

Nineteen. Callie was born on October fourteenth, 1994.

ＬＯＯＫＳ

mostly apply's to anthro or human forms.
plain – not especially beautiful, but not ugly either.
lanky - ungracefully thin and tall
ivory - light skin colour
black hair - extremely dark hair, thick and wavy
peach - the color of her lips

ＢＡＳＩＣＳ

gender: female
sexuality: pansexual
occupation: student writer at emory university
nationality: american, italian
hobbies: knitting, reading, writing,
car: silver 1997 nissan altima
pets: a black american shorthair named "bishop"

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both of these are real, and yes, if I win her, callie will respond. if I lose, they will be deleted.
email - callie.c.eaton@gmail.com
facebook - here
playlist - top ten

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Callie keeps neat and organized. She has OCD, or obsessive-compulsive disorder. She has extreme fear of violence, and tends to do things that might seem . . . unconventional to others. Like looping five blocks around a place where someone was recently mugged. Callie is always alert, prepared for nearly every situation. She's a perfectionist, liking to make sure every thing she can is right. She can be critical, rough, and blunt, not knowing when to stop sometimes. Callie's also opinionated and only does things she thinks are right. She keeps to herself twenty four/seven and has about one friend (reluctantly), a kiamara named Kaia, owned by Terrier.

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• age seven;; mother dies
• age eight;; abuse begins
• age nine;; brother runs away
• age eleven;; dad breaks her leg
• age fourteen;; child services comes to the house finds "nothing"
• age eighteen;; accepted to emory university

ＡＲＴ

• headshot by terrier
• human chibi made with dreamself.me
• morning walk by animedragongirl1576

ＳＣＨＯＯＬ

She goes to Emory University in Atlanta, Georgia. Her major is English and Creative Writing, and her minors are comparative literature, Latin, and marketing. She went to Druid Hills High during her high school years.

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1275 Clifton road NE Atlanta, GA 30307

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song: what's the matter - milo greene
book: the years by virginia woolf
color: yellow. not bright, or neon, or anything. more like a soft, golden yellow, like pollen. comforting.
style: comforting
food: penne noodles and parmesan
place: her own bed
animal: cats

My feelings about spring are . . . mixed, you could say. I wrote my first story in the spring. My mom died in the spring. I received my scholarship to Emory University in the spring. My father began to abuse me in the spring. Let’s go time line here. When I was seven, my mother died. My father couldn't cope with her death. He became a drunk. And then he began to abuse me, and my brother. But my brother was five years older than me; he was able to fight back. He tried to protect me, but then he ran away, and left me behind. With him. I went to school, coming up with common excuses for all my bruises and cuts. Bike crash. Low iron count. And everyone bought it, though I have no idea why.

I loved to read. Reading helped me escape the horrific world I was living in. Reading was pretty much all I did. But in second grade we had to write stories. I hated the idea at first. There are the writers, and then there are the readers. I thought I was the latter, but I was way off. Writing became my life. Instead of living in other people’s dream worlds, I could become immersed in my own. But I always had to come back out of the pages, back to my awful reality. Let’s go forward a few years. In high school I was a loner. People tried to be my friend, but I didn't want friends. I liked the friends that I wrote down on the pages of my copious journals. My father was still a drunk, and abusive, but the marks weren't nearly as visible as they used to be. He was careful to hit me where no one would see. And then, in the March Reader’s Digest that I was reading, I saw a little banner on the corner of the page.

ARE YOU A WRITER? BEST FICTION STORY TURNED IN BY FEBRUARY NINTH RECEIVES A FULL RIDE TO ANY COLLEGE OF CHOICE!

And that was my way out.

Obviously, I applied for it. How would I get enough money to go to Emory without a scholarship?
I wrote a story about a man named Jacob Kinley who had a passion for music, but his parents forced him to go to law school and become a doctor. He conformed, but his mind was yelling NO. One day, Jacob tried out for his preparatory high school talent show. He waited nervously until the next day when over the announcements while they were listing the talent show performances. Jacob heard his name among them. He was amazed! So extremely happy. Jacob went home and continued on with his life until the day of the talent show. His parents discovered he was in it and refused to let him out of the house that evening. He felt awful. Jacob marched up the oaken stairs and stalked into his fathers study. There, he used a letter opener to slit his wrists.
The story was already twelve pages long, so I ended it there. Cliffhangers. Gotta love 'em.
I sent the story in. I got a letter back from Reader's Digest two months later, early May. I was expecting them to turn me down, say 'We enjoyed reading your story immensely, but we had to go with a different one.' What surprised me was that i got the beginning part correct, but the last part was altered. ' . . . immensely, and we would love for this writer's scholarship to go to you! Please call us at . . .' I freaked. I ran around my room and cheered at the top of my lungs, something that I've never done before in my life. And then I remembered why.

"What . . . the hell . . . is going on . . . ?" My drunk father slurred, stumbled in my room. "I'm going to Emory you old man!" I pushed him out of my room and locked the door. I felt a rush of something I've never felt before. Pure joy.

I was really leaving. I was leaving and never, ever, coming back.