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- Ｎᴀᴍᴇ::
Keres ;the doomed of heart, black of soul
- Ｍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ::
doom of heart; death - in greek mythology the Keres were sent out by the fates to destroy mankind in monstrous ways. As for why I chose this name, all three of my other kias were named after greek names as well. { Ophelia (help),Eris (discord) , Calliope (poetry).} So, naturally, I wanted to go with 'the flow' and continue with the pattern. Whileist looking for a name, I came across the word/name 'Keres' linked to the name 'Eris'. Upon further inspection, I found that the Keres were technically Eris's sisters. While they do not look alike, based on the personality I saw within this Kia, I knew they would be friends if anything.
As far as how her name fits with her, it describes her inner self. Confused and haunted, her heart itself is doomed and her soul 'black'. Though many would consider these words to mean she is evil, she is not. Rather, she is the kind of character who has lost herself and is trying to find her way home.
- Ｇᴇɴᴅᴇʀ::
Gender-Fluid*; born female I see Keres as a Kiamara whom wouldn't mind being either gender. Though she was born female, some days I feel she would be fine fitting the 'male role' some days too. It seems very odd, yes, but 'growing up' surrounded by males, I feel like she would not mind. Though it does not express this feeling in her story, Keres is very laid-back with gender pronouns.
This means when other Kiamaras call her things such as 'Bro' or 'Girly' she doesn't get offended. Some very people, in real and in the internet world, tend to shy away from being called gender pronouns that they are not. Despite this, most other Kiamaras tend to see her more as a female rather than a male. Why? Her tone of voice is very feminine, and her actions tend to make others think of her as a 'moody female' rather than a male.
- Ｓᴇｘᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ::
Keres does not to judge by a person's exterior, and thus has labeled herself as a Pansexual. This means, in a nut shell, she likes all genders. Whether they be male, female, trans, fluid, the list goes on. She is the type of character to love whom she loves, rather than loving just one specific gender- she loves what is inside (guessing you can make it that far)
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- Ｐᴇʀｓᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ Ｂʀɪᴇғ::
just adjectives;; Haunted, confused, lost, selfish, bitter, lost, lonely, creative, thief, filled with wanderlust
- Ｐᴇʀｓᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ Ｄᴇᴘᴛʜ::
Keres is haunted by the the shell of the girl she once knew, and in a sense, we all are. She longs quietly for the days when she was with her family, singing and dancing, though she remembers little. Because of this, she is confused and lost, stuck in a limbo between the past and the present. Being stuck in this world all alone has toughened her outer shell, making her bitter on the outside and lonely within. To rid herself of these feelings, she tries to steal and shceme, in a silent attempt to make others feel as lost and confused as herself. However, in the end, it is still only her, her monsters, and her fears that lurk silently within.
Queen of the Aristocrats wrote:Join the dance of the gypsies soul
A true artist of the leaping skills
Round and round and around we go
A circle of flowers hath the golden gate
A temple of the brightest jewel
Catch thy fancy O sweet robber?
A fortnight wait of the burdened heart
Queen of the Aristocrats themselves
A damsel of false distress
Play thy mind games will thou not?
Of lost and tainted night whispers
Lead a fool unto thy trap
The song of the voyaging romany
Hark thee not for a nobleman
Of a commoners conscious will thou follow?
Return of the sharpest gem
Melodies of the rising sun
Set my eyes upon thy treasure
- Ｂᴀᴄᴋｓᴛᴏʀʏ::
“Take to me to where you are, what you’ve become, and what you will do when I am gone-” A feminine voice rang out, followed by giggling and some snickers. “Oh, Keres, stop your singing!” A voice called after gently.
A wide grin swam across the singer'sface, followed out by more singing. “ 'Cause I don't know what to say, another day, another excuse to be sent your way-” Twirling, the pace picked up and the fae danced around the fire merrily, the clapping and giggles slowly dying out as she did so. Dancing herself out, she giggled and bowed happily, her hands thrown out to her side.
This went on almost everynight, the dances around a crackling fire, and it was the life- at least for young Keres. Full of happiness and spirit, her and her family of nomad Kiamaras roamed the moors of France, making their way by pick pocketing oblivious passers by. Growing up learning how to snatch a jewel here, and a coin or two there, and thus grew up a thief, with a sassy remark almost always and a smirk hot glued on her lips.
Though, of course, as you may know all happy stories come to an end. One cannot make their way through life purely grabbing spare coins along the roads. As the family's money started to quickly decay, they knew they were in for trouble. Coming to this realization early was quite a rude awakening for Keres...
"I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I ᴀᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ, sᴏ I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I'ʟʟ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ"
"Mother no- Please-!"
The cries rang out, full of enough sadness to turn a puffy white cloud to one of a thunder storm.
Clawed fingers curled tightly around a small striped arm, a young Kiamara was being dragged off- away from a small caravan filled with all she knew and into an alley.
The child, one hand clinging to her mother's rags, held her head down as they entered the alley, tears stinging her eyes and wetting her fur.
"Don't you worry- she'll be worth all that you paid."
Money was then tossed at the ragged Kiamara mother, and with a simple nod and nothing more she spun on her heels and was gone.
Growing up, she learned the ways of the street. Following her brothers in 'arms', she was raised with the skills to kill, steal, and oh so much more... As for why another Kiamara bought a young female- the world may never know. I suppose only the monsters in her closet know- as no one has ever heard Keres speak of it.
No, this isn't a Cinderella story, from then on our young thief went on to clean floors, cook meals, carry out the 'dirty work' assigned to her. Name it and she did it. She never dreamed of a prince charming; after all, fairy tales are for the weak of heart.
"Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ᴀᴍ ɢᴏɴᴇ"
Often times, Keres wondered about the life she missed, Though, rather than yearning for it- she turned bitter. Who would want to meet the mother who sold out her own child? Thus, fueled by this biting hate, Ker' wreaked havoc in the cities she and her brothers lived in- often times making mistakes, immendable ones. Days with the lurkers, nights with strangers, she ran on peer pressure, spite, and alcohol.
And in the dead night, she is haunted by the shadows of a life she once knew. A lullaby here, an old doll there, memories swirl around her like snow flakes. Though beautiful, both have a cold sting to them when they touch your skin.
"I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ- Mᴀʏʙᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴀｓ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴇ"
And so she went on, fighting her own demons all the way up to today.
All good stories have gaps- look in a history book, or even in a fictional novel. With nitches here and there, the black tendrils of the unknown always lurk out. Keres's story is just as so. Continuing even today, the young Kiamara fights her inner self one day at a time. And where she will go- only the darkness knows.
I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ɴᴇxᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ, I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ɴᴇxᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ.
- Ｍɪｓᴄ.::
Just a place to put some other random things. Mostly crap that wouldn't be very interesting out of judging.
- Ｖᴏɪᴄᴇ::
While I imagine her tone deeper the pattern in the way she speaks fits up with these recordings.
||All are quotes off of sarcastic pictures I found.
"I'm allergic to stupidity, trust me, I break out in sarcasm.--" Recording
"I've never been a millionare, but I know I'd be just darling at it!" --Recording
"I'm sorry dear, In order for you to insult me I must first value your opinion. Nice try, though." --Recording
- Ｗʜʏ Ｉ ᴜｓᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ｓᴏɴɢ 'Ｎᴇｘᴛ Ｙᴇᴀʀ'::
As for why I based her personality off of Next Year, before even starting on her form the song came to me over Pandora. And while at first I thought it was catchy, it turned and morphed into my inspiration. The tune is catchy, but what really got to me were the lyrics. Though boring at first glance, I found them... beautiful. They are, to me, about moving on, trying to forget promises you've made. How this connects to her, she was a nomad as a child, and as she grew she grew without a parent beside her. Rather, she had her brothers.
This song describes her feelings towards herself and her true family, for she had to move on and forget them, as they with her.
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- Ａʀᴛ::
✰ Poem "Queen of the Aristocrats" by Swirl ~ Chan
✰ The Feathers by myself
✰Oh, the treasure! by myself animated
✰ Eyes by myself
✰ Why hello. by Mango-Sherbert
✰I'll be home... by Chasing Dreams
- Ｗʜʏ Ｉ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪｓ Ｋɪᴀᴍᴀʀᴀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ::
Well, it's kind of hard to say. I would love to tell you I want her because she is my dream, but she is hardly so. Though I love her design, and the rough 'wild' feeling that she brings, I feel as if I must say that I like her purely for her...look.
It's an odd thing to say, but I love the feeling of mystery she has with her. The way her eye is, filled with almost a sense of seeing too much, just roped me in. I love the lost feeling that surrounds her, and just looking at her makes me feel as if she has something unique about her.
As for why I want her, I would love to explore that unknown feeling she brings through art and interaction with other Kiamaras, though, of course if you do not agree with me doing so I will not win. There are many, many other wonderful perfect forms. But I know you'll chose a winner who will love her, so, I'll take this last paragraph to thank you and congratulate you for struggling through my odd story, and taking the time out of your day to read this. (:
Oh, and as a final note, if you would like to listen to the song she is based on, it is called Next Year by Two Door Cinema Club. <3
- *1 Form is based off of song Next Year located Here
*- there are currently two kiamaras like this, though male-based. I thought it would be nice to see a female, as well? Though, of course, if you are not alright with this (and if I win) I will be more than happy to change her to a female strictly. :)
