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{ Rethought, Reserve Beautiful boy. }

[AmberSky.]

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Will you be active with him?

Res <3

[etheraus]

I apologize, life seems to have gotten in the way of this contest ; u ;
I do wish luck to all the competitors and judges, though!
He is still really gorgeous :')

[solo.]

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Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ:
Hello. I'm { Jack Frost } But you Can Call me Jack or Frost. I Never saw any Kia's that suited me and when I Found a Couple, People already Won so I Thought I Had No Luck until I Saw this Boy. I Don't Own any Kia or Kia's. But If I Do Win Him I will Cherish him forever.
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"The Name Is Bastille...Like The Band." ~ Bas
This Kia is Named After an English rock band formed in London in 2010. I think the name suits him perfectly Because When I First saw Him My Favorite Song's popped up, Bastille And when I Looked at him an said it, It Made Me smile Because it Just clicked to him like that. His Nicknames are Bas, Basile, Eli.
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"I'm a Boy, Hundred Percent Male. " ~ Bas
Bastille is Hundred Percent Male, Clearly it May Look as a girl too some People. But He Will always be a Boy.
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" I Would Say I'm Fun, Traveler, Semi-Popular, Etc. " ~ Bas
Bastille Has a Mixture of Traits some filled with Sarcasm, Humor, Popular etc. Well the First thing About Bastille is that he Loves to Travel wither it's In the Sky, Ground or Ocean. He started to travel when he was a Young Kia an It was In the Sky the View was quite amazing And after he kept traveling...His love for traveling grew More And More each Day. Bastille is Also a sarcastic Brute, He Tends to Mutter or Blurt it out whole Not even Caring what other Kia's think of him or say about him Because he is Strong fellow And is able to control his Feelings. Bastille is a Semi-Popular Kia, most Kia's Practically Crowd around him though it easily dies down mostly. The Brute is also Humorous, Always Cracking Jokes with that smile of his or Just making People Laugh. He enjoys watching the Laughter Going around which Causes him to Laugh or Flash that adorable smile of his. Finally Bastille is a Kia who imagines some of the times he Is Locked up in his own world, imagining himself on clouds Or a Place where no one not even a Kia with Butterflies flying around the morning sky. But whenever this Happens the Brute is Forgetting about Reality, Though it happens once in a while, Though He dislikes it Because Sometimes when he Imagines things Become....Scary, Frightening an Causing him to Panic Terribly.
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The Beating of my Heart Increased Faster an Faster as my Paws hit the Ground while the rubble kicked Back while My Eyes shifted Once in awhile suddenly that Weird Voice Yelled in my ears. "There Coming! There Coming!" My Head Pounded increasingly while My Heart Raced Faster And Faster. "What was Coming?" I Thought, Though The Presence, The Feeling. It was Like if I Knew them soon Blocking out my thoughts, I Ran Faster with Much Speed. But I Knew I was going to collapse And Then...."NO!" I Screamed, I Will Be fine...I was Going to Make it Suddenly I felt them Grabbing My sides, Pulling me Back while My Claws Dug into the Ground with a Horrified Look on my Face. They Dug their Claws into My Sides to Take Me Away From Everyone...My Family..My Friends....Even Other Kia's I Didn't Know. That's When I Pulled And Pulled, Not caring of the Agony the Grew inside of me Because I Had this Hope; Hope that Everything was Alright Finally Pulling Free of the Beasts Grasp causing Me to Run Farther And Farther, Ignoring their Shrill Voices that Had Popped My ear Drums. I Found a Safe spot...Well It was Kind of Safe, Though it Was Dark....Very Dark. Not a Thing to Be seen than BAM! I Woke Up from my Imagination, Simply I was Screaming Because Everybody was Looking at me Like I Was some lunatic..But I was Fine. I Guess, Then I Heard it. "There Coming..."
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"What Do you Mean I Have an Obsession...." ~ Bas
Bastille Has an Obsession Over Rocks and Pebbles, Yes some Kia's Think That's kind of weird though He Doesn't Because he likes How some are some then Ridged at the End. The other reason he collects them is the Colors some rocks are made up of different colors and minerals so that's another reason he collects rocks. Bastille Has Rocks of all kinds, Yet still Looking for a Obsidian Rock that's Red. But it is to say that it's Rarely in Blue, Purple or Red.
Will you be active with him?
Of Course, I will Keep My Promise. I will do anything To keep This Kia active, do arts some role plays if Possible and find a special Kia also Put him in my signature. All though I'm a Non Owner, I understand a lot about Kia's and I've been watching them and the Beautiful designs they Have, I'm trying to get my Hands on a Microkia or a Kia.
Art
"Wow your Drawing me!" ~ Bas
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[Vintage]

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"Please read my diary,
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I'm Vintage♥. I've been apart of the wonderful Kiamara community for some time, and I currently own 3 other Kiamaras, Reconnaissance, Aerosol, and Titus. I am hoping to add this wonderful Kia to my family, and I wish all of my competition good luck!

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My name is Spartacus. Well actually, it was Michael Nether (No official last name), but I was renamed. The fighters named me for my ‘fighting spirit.’ They said “Despite anything we say or do, you just keep on fighting, little Spartacus.” I was stubborn, that’s for sure. Stubborn like the Spartans.
Spartacus, was left on the streets, (Which he will elaborate on later) and street fighters found him. After growing up, he was simply called Micheal, because the note around his neck stated that his name was Michael Lee, with no last name. After showing a strong trait of being stubborn, against all odds, he was named Spartacus, after the Spartans, that even when they were heavily outmatched, powered through and stood their ground.

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Yes, Edward, I am a male. It's not like I haven't an pure traits that are associated with males in the first place. But I am one.
If I do win Spartacus, I would like to make him a male.

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Spartacus quietly hummed "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes," to himself, lightly punching the sand bag in front of him. Memories of the past drifted forward, of when he first joined the fighters, with bleeding knuckles following every punch to the bag. But to be honest, that was when he was younger. 4 years old to be exact, years after he had watched multiple fights be fought, years after he observed the tutorial on how to be a fighter. 4 years since he was abandoned on the street, and taken in by the fighters. He, of course, knew he owned his very existence to fighters, especially after he would have been starved, kidnapped, or worse, on those streets. But he was tired-- Wait, no, exasperated (Specifying of the speech was key) of participating in the fights just for the fighters to earn extra cash.
But brushing off the sweat that accumalated on his brow, Spartacus couldn't help to give a side-ways glance at his competiton, and in just a second, he knew that this fighter held no where near Spartacus' own skill level, but he would have to get into the ring to see if he had any further potential.
Pausing for a moment, and checking his surroundings for anyone observing him, Spartacus dipped down behind himself, scooped up his diary, and started to pour out his intermost thoughts.

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Spartacus is like both Anne Frank and the brave Spartan warriors in which he was named after. His main personality is his fighting spirit. The street fighters classify this in the categories of bravery and stubbornness. Spartacus believes that he just has the spirit to do anything. But Spartacus really just is stubborn. He doesn’t give up. Along with his stubbornness, he is independent, preferring not to rely on somebody for something. Spartacus believes that he can do anything quicker and correctly that anybody else, and if he relies on someone else, that they could let him down. This probably occurred from when he was abandoned by his mother, left alone to fend for himself. Bravery also comes along into play, but when in a situation which needs bravery, he has the same chances of being brave as everyone else does.

Spartacus is like Anne Frank because of his devotion to his talent, and his ability to see the better in the worst of people. Both Anne Frank and Spartacus want to do something with their life, for example, entertaining others with their writings. Spartacus wants to help others, rather than simply living his life. And so he writes. He also doesn’t think that people are ‘bad.' He believes that people can make bad decisions. He thinks that there is a ‘good’ in everyone, that everyone can do 'good', that those who make horrific decisions can still make up for these decisions.
But Spartacus also has a gentlemanly way about him, despite how he was raised. Perhaps it was all of the ‘Downtown Abby’, he watched, admiring the formal manner of the service workers.

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July 6, 1992,
I have decided to take up writing in a diary for a handful of reasons. First of all, I would like to record my life, so if I have a memory that I might need to resurface for a certain reason, depending on the situation, I can easily pull out one of my diaries (I figure that I might have quite a few) and skim the certain time period until I find this piece. Second of all, writing in this diary gives my time to reflect upon my day, to configure what I need to work on, and what I have achieved, just for a better tomorrow. But the biggest reason for my person writing in this diary is to express my thoughts about the world without having to worry about angering anybody or that sort of thing.
But anyways, I’d rather name you then saying ‘Dear Dumb Diary’ as the young children’s shows are nowadays. Perhaps something humorous. Or you could be named Edward, a nice name. It reminds me of a formal man who would listen intently to your words, and who can respond correctly.
I think I should start off by explaining who I am. My official name, or the one that was left on me, is Michael Lee, but the street fighters call me Spartacus. I suppose I am confusing you quite a bit, but where to start? At the age of two months, I was left on a street, simply with a name, probably by my parent(s). Street fighters found me, raised me, and renamed me Spartacus, something sufficient enough to go along with the names of ‘Bone Crusher,’ and ‘Back Breaker.’ They trained me, allowed me to watch fights, and eventually, I adapted to everyone’s fighting moves and styles. I learned to study the opponent so I know what move they will throw at me before they know themselves. I am the champion of the fights.
But that’s not what I want. I adore to write, especially for others. Actually, no one has ever read any of my work, probably because I don’t offer it to them. I doubt anyone would want to read my work, I’d be the laughingstock of the ring. Imagine, ‘The fighter who wanted to write!’ Hah! Sometimes I wonder if other fighters want to do something other than fight, perhaps they would want to do dance, which I don’t figure is gender based.
I have a fight in a couple minutes. I do figure that I might be more prepared if I start warming up, stretching and whatnot, but I highly doubt that my opponent will be a challenge. I’d hate to be arrogant, but I have watched this person practice, and he isn’t much, although having quite a bit of potential.
But now, I guess I should head out before I become late, and thus, forfeiting the match. The fighters will never hear the end of it.

Your Honest Author,
Spartacus.

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Like all re-adoptions, the owner wants the Kia to be active. I understand that. And I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good I will be active with him. He will loved and cared for, no matter the circumstances. And if I feel as though I am getting inactive with him or if I am loosing connection, he will be gifted to a dear friend. But I HIGHLY doubt that would happen.

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[Xireh]

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"I could travel a thousand miles through a desert, but the amount of peace would never cease to astound me."
- Sabaku

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Hello there! My name is Kaizoku. I currently own 2
kiamaras, and I would love to add this guy to the
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Name and Gender?
I have chosen the name Sabaku 砂漠 for him,
Baku for short.
Sabaku translates to "desert" in Japanese, which is what this boy reminded me of.
He is a male.
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Personality Aspects
Withdrawn ♦ Wallflower ♦ Impulsive ♦ Self-centered

Withdrawn ♦ Wallflower
Sabaku is not one to socialize. He's frightened to speak to others, and when he does, he's usually quiet, like the eye of a storm. Talking to others... it makes him freeze up... he feels like someone has a grip around his throat, and all he can do is choke out words. He can't will himself to do it... He prefers complete silence and solitude. However, if there is someone he feels drawn to... he will try his best to conjure up all his bravery to talk to them. Along with this, Sabaku is also wallflower. He's shy around people, and avoids any social situations he can. Sabaku tries his best to not get noticed by others, being the type of person who would rather stay locked up indoors alone rather than socializing.

Impulsive ♦ Self Centered
Sabaku does not give much fore-thought to his actions. He rarely thinks about the consequences to his actions, or how they effect others. He doesn't think "hey, maybe this won't work out too well..." or "maybe I should learn more before I act", he just... does it, bearing the consequences later. Along with this aspect, he's also extremely self centered, caring for himself and only himself. People say its because he's always confined himself to solitude, that the only person he knows how to take care of is himself. It's not entirely false, he just thinks it's quite troubling to be caring about others, as you find yourself getting caught up in their messes and problems. Because of this, the only person he talks about is himself and the only person he's interested in is the one he sees in the mirror.

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Whirling Winds - Story
It was a weird feeling really. The feeling of sand flying in a swirling vortex around you, with no escape in sight. You can't run through it, you can't hide from it, you can't predict it. You just have to grit your teeth and bear it. Keep your eyes closed, protect your skin as much as possible, and don't open your eyes until your certain the experience is over. This feeling, is what Sabaku had gotten use to. Ever since he was small, and had had the knowledge of vast desert landscapes, he'd wanted to visit one, walk through one, go through the experience of complete solitude, and to have the chance to find a beautiful oasis. He never thought he'd reach one though.

However, many years later, his dream had become a reality more than 10 times over. Sabaku, since he began dreaming, had visited more deserts and experienced more climates than he could count. He'd been to the Sahara Desert, the Great Sandy Desert, the Black Rock Desert, and he'd even been to Antarctica, and that was just the start. His favourite thing about deserts was their peace. There was no one around. Only a vast, beautiful, untouched landscape. A natural beauty, full of wonder and possibility... However, right now, he was not enjoying any of these things.

Sabaku was currently in the middle of a sandstorm, something you can't prepare for. He'd been in many a sandstorm before, and every time, he was terrified. He could handle the dropping temperatures at night, the dryness of the land, and the horrific temperatures in the day, but sandstorms were the one thing Sabaku couldn't handle.

He squat down in the sand, squeezing his eyes so tightly shut that his eyelids ached, as tears streamed down his cheeks. Sabaku held his paws over his ears tightly, silently wishing this horror would be over sooner or later. The fear he felt when in a sandstorm was worse than his fear of talking. He would gladly be on stage right now, speaking in front of millions of judgmental people than here. Anywhere but here. This was hell for him. He was quivering, taking deep, shaking breathes, trying to block out the thundering winds and their wrath. Please stop...! he begged in his thoughts, I don't want to die... I don't want to be afraid anymore... just stop! Please...! I'm scared.

The storm had been going on for what had seemed like hours, and he was ready to give up. This was complete torture for him. He always had wondered... why must my favourite thing be poisoned like this... with this... horror!? Sabaku was about to cry out, when he realized, the storm had passed. Slowly, he opened his tear filled eyes, revealing a calm over the land. He let out a revealed sigh, collapsing from his squatting position, lying out of the sandy floor, tears still pouring down his cheeks. "Why... why am I so afraid?" he whispered into the earth, closing his eyes slowly. He lay like this for a while, waiting till he fell asleep, ready to continue his journey later, wishing he would never experience such fear again...

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Will you be active with him?
Yes, of course! I will be as active with him as I possibly can be. I plan to add him my ask.fm along with my other two kias, as well as roleplay him, answer questions on the fanclub, and draw & order art of him.
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Extra - A Poem (by me, about Sabaku)
They say deserts are difficult
They say they're ridiculously hot
Alone, isolating, and what not
And I say silently
The winds swirling violently
Are the deserts only fault
And the isolation's a blessing
As it keeps you guessing
Alone, in the desert's salt

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art
art by me
art by me (on form)

[Valute]

Doveheart

Male

Soleil (midnight sun)
though he detests the name instead introducing himself as 'Chase' a name he adopted pretty early on in life

He is a gentle, caring, complex and highly intuitive individual. He puts a lot of energy into identifying the best system for getting things done, and constantly is shuffling around the priorities in his life. As a slight downside to his plans he works solely on an intuitive basis which is entirely spontaneous; there is barely ever thinking prior to his actions. He knows things intuitively, without detailed knowledge of the subject at hand but he is usually right, and he usually knows it. Consequently, Chase puts a tremendous amount of faith behind his instincts and intuitions. So whilst his ideas and ways of thinking are quite complex he is rarely able to follow through working purely on spur of the moment urges and not really thinking ahead.
Chase is extremely protective of his inner self only letting people know what he wants them to know about himself in other words sharing only what he chooses to share when he chooses to share it. He is a deep, complex individual, who is quite private and difficult to understand. He constantly holds back a part of himself from the rest of the world afraid of being hurt.
Despite all that Chase is a very warm and caring individual, who cares deeply for those he loves. He overly concerns himself with others feelings and is always gentle as to avoid hurting anyone. Kida does not tolerate conflict and is very sensitive to it. Certain situations can drive his normally peaceful self into an agitated and unstable state of mind.
Because Chase has such strong intuitive capabilities, he can have a tendency to trust his own instincts above everything and everybody else. He is stubborn and tends to ignore other people's Input and opinions. He believes he’s always right. Chase has built up protective armour over the years to protect against this and being "used" by others. He uses defence mechanisms as a first layer of defence for example he can tend to mimic other personality types when he’s around them. Mute withdrawal is his preferred method of coping with stressful situations or times when he’s uncomfortable.

I really should have known better, it was never going to be an ordinary day. Chase sat in the bus peering out the window at the car the bus driver had just hit. He watched awkwardly as the Bus driver and the driver of the totalled convertible quarrelled over who was to blame. Not wanting to listen to the conflict a second longer he slid his MP3 player from his pocket and grabbed the headphones he always kept on hand and shoved them in his ears. Slumping down in his chair chase attempted to block out the scenario, rapidly unfolding before him. Unable to settle in the bus with the air so full of nerves and anxiousness he decided upon walking, it was better for the environment anyway. Shoving his headphones and MP3 back in his pocket he arose from his seat and got off the bus. Chase walked a little ways forward along the footpath before looking back at the dint in the front of the bus, comparing it with the state of the convertible. Turning back around he continued to walk towards the general store which should have been a simple task. As he neared the little store he noticed water coming out from under the automatic doors and across the sidewalk. Walking forwards a little the door opened and an older kiamara, presumably the shop keeper, was crouched down in the bathroom opposite the entrance. The shop keeper looked up from attempting to stop the water flooding out from the pipes beneath the sink “Good Afternoon …. Say you wouldn’t mind giving me a hand here would you?” He said drenched from mane to tail tip in water. Not the type to refuse someone in need, Chase grabbed the MP3 out of his pocket and shoved it in his rucksack which he then plonked on the counter. Rolling his sleeves up he made his way over to the bathroom. Grabbing a wrench he walked over to the shopkeeper crouching down next to him. Finding the source of the problem instantaneously he looked around for the missing nut. Locating the small metal object he grabbed it and set about trying to put it back in place. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing son?” the shop keeper queried obviously doubting whether his abilities in plumbing were adequate. Chase said nothing just nodded finding it hard to see through the constant spray of water. After getting the nut in place he forced the two pipes together and to his relief the water stopped. Sighing Chase got up and went over to the fridge section and grabbed a bottle of milk, before walking over to the counter and getting his wallet out of his rucksack. The shop keeper resumed his place behind the counter the both of them soaking wet. Chase plonked the correct money for the milk on the counter “No, It’s on me” the shop keeper said gratefully pushing the money back toward chase “It’s the least I can do”. Accepting the old Kia’s generosity Chase grabbed his rucksack and the milk then headed for the door saying a quick “Thanks” over his shoulder before he exited the shop. I really should have known better, it was never going to be an ordinary day He thought to himself looking down at the milk but at least the milk was free…




Something far off in the distance
Noway of telling what
Calls out constantly hoping to be heard
Something inside just clicked followed by the sudden realisation that I'm completely alone
Like a poison arrow the sensation starts to spread
loneliness is taking Its hold
I don't no if I'll make it
For it seems that everyone else is gone...

this poem is kinda about his introverted personality though I think ended up going a little OTT ^^;

((the total for the * sections including ^^^ that little quote is 994 words))

Of course, he would be arted and RP'd constantly <3333

(all art used made by me <3)

WIPPERS <33

[Lady Who]

Username:
Lady Who
Gender:
Male
Name:
Sereno
* Personality:
Sereno is a Gentleman with a heart for Music. he is kind to all who are kind back, He does not crowds but no fear to be in them. He like to say home or to be with one or two friends, he has Insomnia so he always awake but sleeps only on Sunday if he sleeps. He plays chordophones (Stringed instruments) he knows how to play 13 Stringed instruments, his favored instruments the chitarra battente and guitar, he is most happy playing his playing is music or writing knew songs. He does not sing because he does not like his voice.
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wip
Art:
by Mc Shizzle
coming
* Extra:
thinking
Will you be active with him?
omg yes! i have fallen headover heels for him! he will have his own page on CS and a DA folder for just him! I will join the Kia fanclub to help make friends and start a RP.

wippp