[Detail.]

Ah, this is so cute! I'm not gonna enter, but I'm going to cheer on my friend, Sketchy.

[cashew jackman]

OH MY CHICKEN WING RESERVEEEE

[capone.]

possible res idk
name ideas; ???
paleontologist???

[ExpensiveAlpaca]

'Lil biker dude in mind//personal notes

Username;; ExpensiveAlpaca
Name;; Andrew "N-no! Don't call me that! It's just Andy, get it through your thick skull"
Favorite place and why;; { 500 words }
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[finoodle]

Username;; Cute6066(B L A Z E)

Name;; This is Zakary, yes it is a weird way of spelling it. He goes by Zak, and it is the real only thing he responds to not "Babe" or "Honey" and never "Dear". He likes his name and that is all he will respond to, end of discussion.

Favorite place and why;; { 500 words } On his couch, WIPPPPP

Personality;; {550 words }.Mysterious, Rude, Funny, Annoying, stubborn, and party animal.

Poem;;
Nights and Days
Frays and Plays
I am so Crazy
I am always in a daze
My nights are warm
My days are cold
I am a work of art
Yet I am so far apart
From the part of me that is yet to see
That I am not know to be
Nice
My friends think it is funny
That my favorite animal is a bunny
But I will hit the ground running
And I will call myself cunning
I will not look back
Or I would give myself a heart attack
They lie
I pry
The Ryme
I climb Up and Up and Up the chain
Over the sadness over the pain to get away
From My shame
And hide my hump, like Notre Dame
I will be friends with the dark
Unlike my friends who sing like larks


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Extra;;

I am probably going to make him a website so this might be transferred.

[winkatuck]

possible res

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[kittywolfwarrior]

Hex Codes
#87C719
#C3F900
#4B973C
#186673
#E2FCDF
#398449
#C9FB28

Username;;
hello my name is kittywolfwarrior!
If I was to win this boy this would be my first ever Kia, and would love to call him my own because he is my dream Kia<3
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Name;;
glas because it means green in Irish.
And plus his main colors are green.
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Favorite place and why;;
glas's favorite place is in his hatchery he loves putting his paws
In the fish water and clean the tanks out.
He also loves looking at all the colors and pattens on them.
He loves this place because of he spends most of his time there he looks after the fish there when he
around there, well he does work there that's why pluses there is no other kias working there he has it all to him selth so he has to work as hard as he can for the fish to be in tip top shape!
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Personality;;
glas is very flirty.
Yes gals like girls even though he don't have much time for them really.

Glas is very carm.
Yes glas has a good temper and don't pull a tantrum... well not very often.

Glas is very quite.
Gals is quite not shy. He has been really quite since he was in school, he had a
Argument with his friends and got really upset because they was picking on him after.


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Poem;;
Far tramples
of hidden animals
on withered foliage.

The shadow of a shadow,
imperceptible,
brushes against me,
while I’m walking in the wood.

The sigh
of Life,
for a moment,
blows,
lightly,
on my life.
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Art;;
hey! By me
sexy then ever! By DerpyGirl

Hobbies;;
glas is a fishing Kia!
He owns a hatchery and two lakes all full of fish.
He loves all kinds of fish, but if he had to pick it would be a Ribbonfish. He loves the Ribbon like stuff on there backs.
But he doesn't have one of them because they live in the bottem
Of the sea.
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[solo.]

Username;; Sloth-
Name;; Colato
Favorite place and why;;
Though Colato doesn't have a specific place he enjoys, like Niagara Falls, he loves a great boxing gym. No, it isn't any in particular, but Colato would be nothing without a good ol' boxing gym. Boxing gyms are a symbol of success and determination to Colato, WIP

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[moonlight_girl]

♚ Zhane ♚
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u s e r n a m e; moonlight_girl



n a m e; Zhane (Old English - "Gift of God." )
He believes his name fits him well

p e r s o n a l i t y;
What he was...
To properly understand why someone acts the way they do in the present you must first visit the past. Overviewing Zhane as a child we'll see he was born into a wealthy household. His father had always taken great pride in the families 'green coats', saying 'they looked like wealthy people, because they were the colour of money.' It was really only his father who cared about wealth, whereas his sister and him were more concerned with less trivial pursuits. Zhane was a good student, who dedicated most of his time to his studies as well as his sister. Being rich he grew up a gentlemen, and was used to the finest of things, his father spending lavishly and in excess. However he cared little for that, and spent most of his time at the beach with his sister. Nothing to Zhane was more important than family.

What he became...
His father being concentrated on accumulating more wealth, left Zhane to tend to his sister. Zhane's sister loved going to the beach and so he'd take her there to let the time pass. Sometimes he'd go in the water with her, but at other times he'd rest on the sand. At one point, Zhane's sister had asked for a drink, and so he went to shore to see about getting them something. He told her not to go too far out. However before he knew it the tides had risen, and before he could act his sister had gone missing. Panicked he contacted the authorities immediately, and they found his sisters corpse only some days later.
This was the beginning of Zhane's transformation.

His father pinned the girls death on Zhane, and from that point treated him coldly. Zhane became indifferent to his fathers wishes, becoming lonely and introverted from the idea of people hating him for what had happened, and blaming him for it the way his father did. Unable to take that sort of grief he locked himself away, and began throwing tantrums, slowly slipping away into depression.
Zhane's father had trouble handling him, and so purchased for Zhane various things to keep him occupied and away from his fathers company.
Zhane became more and more isolated, until finally, he was unrecognizable. Zhane evolved into a self centred jerk, convinced that no one could be trusted with the secrets of his past.

To most Zhane will act indifferent an pompous. He's disinterested in other peoples wants and needs and focuses on his own as to occupy himself from his vivid imagination and memory. He's a troublemaker. At the expense of others he'll go out and find amusement. Sometimes with an unruly gang of 'lower breeds' and then at other times he'll make havoc for others in other ways. It doesn't matter, nothing does, because he can't be punished for what he's doing. If he's threatened to be taken to jail he can easily bribe his way out, or better yet, he'll threaten his way out with the help of powerful people and turn tables.

To most, he's a jerk, but for the few he allows to get close to him he softens his exterior, and allows them some leverage with what he's really thinking. In reality Zhane's inner turmoil runs deep, revolving around guilt which had been inflicted upon him by his father.

f a v o r i t e • p l a c e • a n d • w h y;

To some the ocean is a paradise. An escape from the now, a renewal of who they are when they connect to the earth and it's waters.

To Zhane the ocean bears bittersweet memories.
Like the salty tang of the sand below it's familiar and yet foreign to him, however in the end it's the melded feelings in his chest that keep him coming back to the ebb of the tide. During childhood the waters had been an enjoyable past time. He'd played with his sister, running through the waters and allowing the fish to pass through his fingers. His bright green coat marked him the nickname 'algae' from his sibling. Algae are plankton, and when plankton gather the ocean turns a vibrant green, similar in likeness to his coat. He'd taken the nickname as an insult, though in retrospect he's come to accept it as what it was, a playful nickname that well suited him. He'd turn water green when swimming through it after all, light reflecting off his coat and onto the surface of the water.

There are many pleasant memories that come with the ocean, but as indicated, this is to be a bittersweet memory. Accompanied with the memories of childhood is the memories of development. And most importantly, his transition from childhood to adulthood. The ocean however constant in appearance is a great symbol to represent Zhane's metamorphosis in character. All people undergo change. Whether it's visible on their surface or if one must dive deeper, people are being altered by the world around them. Unfamiliar, and yet familiar in nature. However Zhane underwent an incredible change, reminiscent to how an ocean changes, during a storm.

His sisters death had been sudden. One moment she'd been playing in calm waters and the next a torrent had dragged her into the depths. It was as if the moment it happened the ocean was foreshadowing what Zhane was to become. He'd been a gentle, kind character, but after his sisters death he changed into the person he is now. An arrogant, obnoxious jerk with little care for the people around him, or who depend on him. Heartless as the ocean waters.

His sisters death had been a turning point in his life. She died on a Sunday, broad daylight, 4:15 P.M. Every Sunday in memory of her he goes to the ocean and paddles out, lighting a pouch of his sisters favourite flowers and placing it in a small wooden bowl, letting it float out to sea in recollection of his dear sister.
And perhaps, in loving memory of the person he once was.





p o e m;



A green field on a warm summers day
A flash of lightning across a cloudless sky
Suddenly everything changed
Everything faded away
And just like the flash
The moment passed
Like nothing had ever happened



What is a poem? It is composed of speech, song and rhyme.
Rhythmical and often metaphorical, all at the same time.
A poem speaks in firm voice, the essence of thought.
Through in it is shown, everything life has taught.

Let us see what Zhane, has learned through his troubles,
let us look in the heart, of a good man made rebel.



The person that was once one that brought laughter
That brought encouragement
That brought a helping hand
Has now become an outsider by his own choosing
His every action and word weighed more heavily than others
When someone else does something
And the person per se does the same
His behaviour is somehow always worse in the eyes of the onlookers
Never to be seen for his true self
By anyone but himself

If I had a heart I could love you
If I had a voice I would sing
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings

Life is never easy
So live for the moment
For living in the past
Only makes it harder



As you may see, this poem is a diary.
A series of thoughts, knit up entirely,
to show the inner workings of a now empty chest
from where a heart was removed and laid down to rest.



I stood there alone in the rain
Waiting for the sun too shine again
And as I stood there
I slowly withered and died
For just like a flower
I can't live without the sun




But there's hope for the future, despite all the struggle
And Zhane hopes that one day, he'll persist through the rubble.
That he'll fill the holes no money could fill
And with the help of himself, he'll begin to rebuild



When you're standing at a crossroad
It's inevitable for your life not to change.
Unless you turn around and go back down the same road
that you came from in the first place.
Which is something many will do, since it feels safe.
However those other few,
that succumb to the adventures
nature that lies within us all- will be the leaders of tomorrow.



So here ends a poem, both rhyming and not,
which has been written to show the composition of thought
Of a most interesting character, Zhane.
A boy to some who is the color of money,
and to others who is the color of algae.
His color symbolic to those who know him,
Green in the end, being the color of healing.

s t o r y;

There are just some things that always help.
Feeling the calm waters below his feet Zhane smiled and took a breath, looking out into the open waters with a longing in his expression. No matter how long he gazed out now it was hard to feel like he was in present time. His memories brought him back to the years he was younger, and happier, and a rare smile came to his lips at the fond memories being arisen. Slowly he began wading out, a woman, watching him from the shore.

He didn't know her. And she knew just as much about him as he didn't know of her. Though she'd see him go out every night into the waters, and so felt the need to ask why he did so. Waiting hours on end for him to return to shore Catelaya watched as Zhane waited for the stars to unfurl from the deep sea coloured heavens above. The candle he lit and placed within a white flower to let drift out to sea seemed like a star that had gotten lost on earth. As it floated out all Catelaya could think of is the idea of a lost star.
Zhane wasn't very well visible from where she stood, but the way he stared out longingly after the object as it drifted away seemed to be as if he hoped it would come back. It was some time before he paddled back, returning to the sands. Going onto the beach Catelaya stayed hidden, watching as he headed up the banks towards where the grass met the sand. It was at the point his toes touched the green, that she came forward. "Any particular reason you go out at night like that?"

Startled the young man jolted, turning quickly with pointed eyes to look at the girl. She didn't recoil, instead looking back up at him in almost satisfaction at his fright. "None of your damn business." he snorted before continuing his walk.
The girl continued to follow him. "I see you sometimes. Your the man who lives up in that mansion alone with your father."
Pausing, Zhane rolled his eyes and yet again continued walking. "You a stalker?"
"No. I just find you strange." continued the girl, trailing after him. "You do a lot of odd things... like what you just did now."
"Talk to you?" he remarked snappishly. "Yes that would be an odd thing to let oneself willingly do."
Frowning Catelaya pinned her ears. "No! I mean go out into the waters everyday like you do...and the fact you live with your father. I can't imagine why anybody would want to stay with their family when their old enough to leave." she said almost bitterly. "My fathers so possessive.. always trying to keep me guarded...I don't need his guarding!" she growled under her breath.
Cocking both brows up Zhane took a moment to glance back at her, then looking ahead again. "You should be happy he cares enough to protect you... Not all fathers will."
"I don't need his protection."
"You say that until your in trouble." Zhane snorted curtly. "Trust me...no matter what it's good to have someone watch over you carefully..." he said frowning slightly. "It might just save you when you least expect it." Catelaya shrugged, looking rather annoyed with his insistence on the topic. "So what's your name anyways?"
"Zhane." he replied, sounding a bit more polite for once. "I'm Catelaya."
"Didn't care." he mumbled in response. Heading onto sidewalk and turning he tossed his towel over his shoulder, Catelaya walking beside him. "I see you have a lot of money..." she said rather abruptly. "I've been wondering if you ever actually invest it?"
"Invest it?" The woman nodded. "Invest it. Put it someplace to bring yourself more cash flow." Zhane shook his head. "I guess not."
"Well then...I've been hearing about the sort of stunts you pull across town." grinning she settled her eyes on his. "I have a proposition for you, Zhane. How would you like to make some real money?"





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♚ Me
♚Staz
♚ Me
♚ Lirrie
♚ Me
♚ Starryhorse
♚ Me
♚Haiyato
♚Pek0e

[winter wonderland.]

Username;; raven;
Name;; Pollux
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Can you not see,
the pain of the spite?
The burning of my heart,
as it is torn from the inside.
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Wip still