Art and lines by me
Demons-
Imagine Dragons
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale
I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
When the curtain’s call
Is the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made
Don’t want to let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don’t want to hide the truth
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go
Your eyes, they shine so bright
I want to save their light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Art and lines by me
Imagine Dragons
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale
I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
When the curtain’s call
Is the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl
So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made
Don’t want to let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don’t want to hide the truth
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go
Your eyes, they shine so bright
I want to save their light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Art and lines by me
||Username||
As you can see, I am called
ExAcTlY why. Honestly, the reason isn't unknown,
but it's something I would rather not talk about in
publicity.
||Name||
This Kiamara is going to be named after what painters need
to paint on. An Easel.
So the name shall be.....Easel.
The reason why is simply because I absolutely love the
name, and how it's not commonly used as an actual name,
instead of being recognized as an object. I love art, and
I find art interesting in pretty much all ways. God has his
creations, and those quickly were followed by their own.
||Gender||
The gender fits as a female, as a boy with the name Easel
doesn't really fit. The name and gender fits well with the
personality.
||Age||
This gal is reaching the age of 3 soon.
She realized she wasn't going to grow up though. She accepted
that she would stay a kid for as long as she wanted, well not really,
she had no choice. * Laughs in a odd way*
||Personality||
Easel has bipolar disorder, and goes
through depression a lot. The signs on her fur are the only
things to give her hope, when things get....well....rough.
So, she has bipolar and all, but does that mean she can't be
um...nice and fun? Nope! She can, though. Easel likes to
draw and paint, and sometimes hum, but she doesn't sing in
public. Her voice is much deeper than the normal Kiamara
child's, because she matured faster in her own ways. So you
know the very simple outside of her, but you still have yet to
see what the inside of her is. Truly, she hates art in all ways,
she just doesn't find anything else more simple for her to do.
She likes having bipolar, while many others don't. Many things
are very...optimistic about her, though it doesn't seem like it.
Her singing abilities aren't really her true self though, she just does
it when she's bored. Keep these in mind, but don't say anything
she may not find helpful or in interest. She also is anorexic
to some foods, and she has people talk to her in her mind that
only she can hear. That's about it with her personality, but
be on the look out! Her personality changes as she grows, you
should know! c:
Lines by Atome13, colored by DaDwarf
