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I'm trying out for Kiamara #1
username: arrows
name: odysseus cyrus thales//of greek origin
odysseus would prefer to be addressed by his full first name. he does not appreciate any names like "ody."
gender: male
personality:
stoic//solitary//protective//intelligent//serious//peaceful//organized//responsible//hard-working//quiet//observant
despite odysseus' bright portrayal, has is not as flamboyant as he would seem. odysseus is the most stoic of characters. he shows little emotion in daily events. he prefers to be alone with his thoughts. odysseus, although a reserved individual, would do a lot in the way of protectiveness. while he does not feel very close to his siblings, he wants desperately to keep them safe. he cannot stand pain. odysseus loves in his own, silent way. he feels it unnecessary to bother others with his emotions. odysseus is seen as a serious and mysterious kind of being. he has an intolerance for laziness and would not be caught dead taking an afternoon nap. he works persistently.
odysseus' intelligence is a force of his. he speaks with heightened vocabulary. odysseus never makes a grammatical error. although his extreme perfectionism and need to be brilliant can be frustrating, odysseus strives to keep the peace and not create anger among others. he never raises his voice or talks in a crude tone. he never instigates a battle, and would much rather be a negotiater. odysseus is very ocd and feels everything must be in place. he would like everything to be in pristine condition, and holds that in priority. dirt and clutter are never tolerated.
it often appears that odysseus lives within his own realm of living. that is however incorrect. he is actually quite observant. oddyseus is content watching the world's events occur before his eyes. he takes great interest in life itself. he is a quiet individual, never one to speak much. he works hard, and does not expect nor vie for recognition. yet he loves to watch. although it is his own choice to be lonely, sitting in a public realm and just watching life pass by makes odysseus feel less on his own.
deep within the caverns of odysseus' soul, he does not always wish to be the way he is. he does not want to change, though. sometimes, though, like the typical being might, he yearns for the love and comfort of another. being secretive and stoic, odysseus wouldn't dare admit such things. it is however the odysseus watches daily life with great envy. he could never be so outrageous and outgoing, so friendly and open. in the end he sometimes wishes he could be.
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art:
short story about this kiamara:
[odysseus' perspective]
the beginning
i cannot see. i cannot feel. my ears ring like something has exploded, and my eyes are filled with a blinding white light. i feel numb everywhere. as my vision begins to pick out shapes and colors, i spot four other shapes beside me, and then look down upon my paws. where am i? who am i? what am i? i glance back upon myself, and find a mix of colors along with a short, bobbed tail. then i hear a voice and snap my head to attention. a shape says, "you are now the ones who decide your own futures. make with it the best that you can, my sweet children." all at once, my brain fills with bursts of my past. these other four shapes, these creatures - i know them. they are my family. we are suddenly all so different.
as the voice has stated, i decide my future. i look around briskly, at the sky, the land, the figures. i take my still unfamiliar, very-own paws, and place one shaky foot in front of the other. i walk having so much purpose, and yet no purpose at all.
the middle
i stroll along a quiet, boring setting on a gray and dreary day. no other soul walks where i walk. i think to myself, this looks like a situation that needs some color. i send out my thoughts to the land around me, the sky, and the beyond. i feel a slight power surge, and then nothing more. there, peeking through the clouds, there is a crevice where the sun shyly shows its face. it grows with splendid warmth and color. great happiness fills me and i feel more at ease.
i have found and feel that my purpose is to bring color to the world, metaphorically and realisticly. every now and then, i cross paths with one or more of my siblings. typically, i do not make large conversation with them. after already being connected at the tail once, i do not wish to be connected at the hip with them. my siblings, why, i haven't seen any of them in about a year. i do not mind. i always enjoy catching up, like old friends might do, but i have a purpose i take with pride, and plan on keeping up with that.
the end
i am not immortal. i do not feel entergetic or motivated and i feel i am losing purpose. i am very old now. the colors of my fur appear to have dulled substantialy. while i can sometimes appear otherworldly, i have wordly limits. i do believe that another world is calling me now, far from this one. i can tell that my siblings feel what i feel too. the pulling sensation towards something else, something much bigger. time is rapidly taking its toll upon me, and soon enough i fear there will be nothingness, oblivion. i often ask, what happens next?
then my answer comes. it is at first like a cocoon, wrapping itself around me. surely, this is not death. this is a different feeling than death. death is like a colorless, bleak place to my knowledge. this cocoon that falls over me is a torrent of vibrant colors. i have never felt anything like it. a familiar voice, yet one i haven't heard in a long time, whispers around me. so warm, comforting, inviting. i don't want to lose this feeling.
then, when i first came to this world, again i am quickly become numb, blind, and my ears ring. when my sight returns oncemore, i know that i've seen this scene before. four shapes, my siblings, stand among me. another shape stands before me. "welcome, my children," it whispers with slight eerieness, yet also seemingly filled with such love. "welcome."
this time around, i stay rooted to the ground. i realize i look more vivacious and lively. i am young again. i stand somewhere nothing like earth. something snaps in my brain, and i stare upon the creature whom spoke. i ponder her, and watch as her eyes turn to me. we gaze at one another. i open my mouth and say softly, calmly, "Meili." she smiles.
the new beginning
now there is nothing. i cannot see. i cannot feel. my ears ring like something has exploded, and my eyes are filled with a blinding white light. i feel numb everywhere. i hold one question in my mind: who am i?
i don't know where i'm going. my heart is beating hard. my mouth is dry. i am dizzy and the sun seems to exasperate it all. feverish and confused, i am forced to sit. i can feel my heartbeat within my stomach and my brain presses against my skull. now i can't get back up. the utter fatigue made my paws give out. i lay on the cool ground, staring blankly at the sky. the whole world spun, and then went black.
- - -
i awake with a start, cold and disoriented. my fur is wet and ridden with dirt. i find the ability to sit up, but my head still aches. my stomach begins to growl loudly, and i hold a paw up against it. what could i eat? i stand shakily and force myself forth. thankfully, i find a puddle and help my parched self generously. with an exhausted sigh, i stretch and shake out my cold self.
the sun has set, and the temperature plummeted. i appear to be soaked and the tips of my fur are freezing. i come across a pile of leaves against a tree. too tired to do better, i drag myself into the many leaves and lean up against the tree. it did not help my case much. as i drift off to sleep, i wonder what was to come of me. the pressing question in my mind was still: who am i?
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+300 words from extra
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relations with other siblings:
[from the perspective of odysseus himself]
i do not fit in with my siblings.
i have never truly taken into full account the relationship i hold with my siblings. truly i have always been a character that prefers a more solitary lifestyle. my relationship is what it is. it is not a lie that i can be very distant, sometimes even more so with my own family. i just do not feel very attached them. in a way, i feel like i should be, but i am simply not. i am a free being, and do not prefer a relationship where my siblings and i appear to be attached at the hip. it does not suit me. while i am certain they might disagree with how they see their relationship with me as, the simple fact is, while i do hold my family in high regard, we are not as close as you may think.
i am not certain where it became very clear where i stood. one day i suppose i just felt like i would be better off living more on my own and not have to feel tied down. i wished to roam and see what there was out there for me. i strived for a better view of the earth and its beings. i asked more questions. my siblings did not seem to grasp what i wanted and my intentions. before i decided my path, i often allowed them to quickly persuade my thoughts. it occured to me some afternoon that i am my own person, and should exert that independence. so i did. that evening i said a simple goodbye and i went to walk under the starry sky and among the plants and the creatures of the land. i did not take a glance back and looked to the new world.
in a way, i see my siblings as rivals of some sort. well, maybe that is an incorrect term. it is just that sometimes, they can be an unwelcome, yet ever-constant presence in my life. i do adore small, short, and sweet visits with my dearest family, but more than that, and i feel uncomfortable and somewhat awkward around them all. it is a distant love of sorts. don't get me wrong, i would protect my siblings in a moment's notice. it's just...i'm not completely sure what it is.
{397/400 words}
1 extra of choice: added to original story - cleared with pandora