[jojivlogs]

Username: sn0teleks
Name: bukimina - 不気味な - boo-key-me-nah
Gender: male
Kia's costume for Halloween: probably some kind of cute bat thing


wip
i will pretty it up and add the art very shortly

[ege]

ah what a cutie ;o; reserve if I have the time uvu

[dr pepper.]

marking to watch
offering art to the first to PM me!

Good luck and Happy Halloween!

[GirlyChick1]

Username:GirlyChick1
Name:Kai
Gender:male
Kia's costume for Halloween: a bat superhero that fights crime with a flap of his wing XD. He likes to take a bite out of crime he's the savior of the rich and poor and protects the city of KoKora. A big city with lights actions and a lot of crime history until Kai came along. Kai loved playing superhero as a kid but when he touched his older brother Aku ratio active baseball MIT wanting to play with his friends but didn't have a glove it happened! He became Bat Dog XD he saves falling birds flying worms and flying fish whatever he draws in his mind comes alive his imagination overwhelming everything taking the city by storm. Of course its all in his head anyways there was never flying fish and worms and he didn't have friends or family he was alone with such a past that would put Kai in this state for him to believe that reality is the fake world and in his head was the real world that he was having everything he ever wanted in his mind but in reality he's just a lonely orphan who never had a real mom and dad that never had a real home or a mean older brother who wouldn't let him touch his stuff. His friends his memories are all fake not real if you go see him today he is just a hollow shell his eyed tired from no sleep. He hasn't ate or moved for that matter the only permanent mark is his creepy sadistic grin with no light upstairs you know he lost his mind. (thank you oh so much for the change to win this beautiful beauty)

[rem sleep]

Enter traveler, but mind your step.
Click above to be taken to my form!

[Sheer]

Username: Sheer
Hello, I am Sheer. :3
I currently do not own any Kias,
though I have always wanted one.
I also enjoy bats and spooky things
that go bump in the night which is
why I simply just had to try for this
cutie<3 I really hope you enjoy my
form~

Name: Hollow
Be it cliché or not I really want to
name this guy Hollow. It's one of my
favorite words and I think it would
suit him quite nicely.
I just picture him being rather hollow
and closed off to most of the things
that happen around him. Just pushing
forward for the sake of pushing forward.

Gender: Male
I dunno just something about him really jumped out at me and made me want to make this guy..well a guy. :'D

Kia's costume for Halloween: Toothless! \o/
Which is also relatively cliché. xD But I asked my friend whether I should make him Toothless or Daryl from The Walking Dead and she said Toothless so yeah. :'3
Okay so this is a really goofy costume for him and doesn't very much suit his personality but he was pretty much forced into it and told to smile and bear it.

A little sketch of him smiling as toothless~ (I forgot his feathers. ;; I'm so sorry about that. ><)

Seconds after - Hollow: I'm getting to old for this..-As he proceeds to fidget with the costume-

Likes:
Bats
Dark places
Eerie noises
Horror stories/flicks
Slumbering
Terrible acting

Dislikes:
Getting emotional
Being called old man
Loud places
Mushy things
Candy
Smiling

History
When Hollow was very young his parents weren't around much. They were rather busing "providing" for him..If you could even call it that. In the great amount of alone time he found himself having a lot of free time. In the free time he of course wasn't very supervised and one day he eventually discovered horror movies. Oddly enough he wasn't really scared at all he just felt a bit intrigued. His favorite part was trying to formulate the perfect way out of each of these situations. Another thing he enjoyed doing would be criticizing all the terrible acting. All their poorly acted screams and fumbling over themselves constantly.

Around his adolescence Hollow didn't really think like other Kias of his age. He didn't really understand what being around others was like and that things he found funny and interesting, no one else seemed to like or enjoy. Unable to really be friendly with others he kinda just sat quietly and kept to himself. Some Kias even believed he might have been mute, until he'd occasionally answer if spoken to. For the longest time he continued to keep to himself and keep his love of all things horror and everything he was actually interested in locked away inside.

After becoming an adult Kia he was pretty much on his own. As he always was to be honest. He no longer lived with his parents so he began to see them far less than ever before. It was actually rare he communicated with them. Growing up the way he did, he stopped really caring about the approval of others and "friends" making himself pretty numb to others emotions. Which ended up giving him the titles of "dull" and "uncaring" Even though that's far from true. After all he isn't heartless, it just takes a lot for him to show emotion at this stage in his life and it's even harder for him to know how he is suppose to show specific emotions when things happen that call for them.

Spooky Scary Story Time
All of the lights were out. The room seemed to be obviously void of any other living organism. All except for one Kia who was holding a candle as he searched in the darkness. The floor beneath him was covered in thick layer of dust and grime. There also seemed to be a slight stench that covered this place. He held a paw up to his nose to slightly guard himself from the smell even if only for only a moment. Attempting to look around there was nothing really visible, just darkness. There was however the dim flickering light of his candle, it didn't illuminate much though.

Walking forward he continued for a while until he discovered a wall. As he followed this wall he discovered what looked like a door. Thinking this door might be an exit his pace quickened slightly but on the other side all he found was a corridor. He began fumbling through the long dark corridor to only find that there were an incredibly amount of rooms. None of which seemed to lead out or contain anything that might have stated anyone had ever been inside them. There also seemed to be no windows - which would explain the pitch black atmosphere.

After making sure to check each room incredibly thoroughly he let out quite an exasperated sigh while standing in the middle of the corridor. It felt like it had been an eternity that he had been searching for any sign of an exit. Still there was nothing. No sign of life, no sign of a world outside of this horrific place. At that moment he felt like something was breathing down the back of his neck. With a slight turn he thought he caught a glimpse of some kind of figure disappearing into one of the rooms he had just checked. Picking up his candle he peered into the door way of where he saw the shadow slip through. There was nothing, just as before.

Trying to just brush off what he thought he had just witnessed he turned around and walked back to the original room he started in. Once again just focused on getting out before his mind was completely lost to this place. He walked for what seemed like forever again, never turning or separating from the wall. Eventually he had discovered another door. Peering once again into the door he found yet another corridor.

Just as before he began check each and every individual room. This time something felt odd. The rooms were all freezing, not even close to exaggerating these rooms could very easily be considered similar to an icebox. His breath was clearly visible in the light of the candle. Trying to examine the rooms quickly he ended up scraping his shoulder on a nail that was jetting out from a wall.

A bit of blood trickled from his wound but there was nothing he could do about it. With nothing to bandage the wound he was forced to continue untreated. Now with an ever so slight limp he walked out of the corridor once more and continued along the hall. Now walking much father than he had before he felt like maybe there wouldn't be another door to find but it felt like it was taking him much longer to find another door, or maybe it was his injury slowing him and making it feel longer, he began wondering if he was even possible that he was going to find another door.

After making not a single turn or veering from the wall even slightly it eventually happened. He came across another door. This one seemed different however, this whole area felt different compared to everything he'd experienced so far. As he repeated his action of exploring all the rooms he could access he began to feel tired. That thought hadn't even crossed his mind since waking up here. How long had he actually been walking? It was reasonable to feel tired because he had covered quite a distance, at least it felt like he had.

He decided to take a break. Cozying up to a corner he took a little time to rest his legs. He didn't sleep however. He simply laid there and stared into his candles flame. It was burning so low now. He began to wonder what he would do if it went out. He'd be trapped here. If he couldn't find anything with light, how would he ever get out without it. While he stared into the flame he noticed a drop of something create a shadow as it fell. He could very clearly hear the dripping noise it made as it hit the floor.

Getting to his feet he approached the location of the drip and held up what little was left of his candle. As he squinted his eyes a bit to see he could make out what looked like a nail coming from the wall. Upon closer inspection the liquid from the wall appeared a deep red color. Moving the candle closer to the floor and leaning in he was able to see a small puddle of what appeared to be blood. Leading away from which was a faint trail of bloodied paw prints. He also noticed that the print was made by the other creatures left paw.

Just then, he recalled something that had happened earlier and looked to his left shoulder which was still ever so slightly bleeding. He lifted his paw and examined it next to the candle flame able to see that his pads were indeed coating in what was relatively dry blood. As that revelation hit him he began to feel a slight presence near him once more so he turned his head ever so slightly and in that moment and odd gust of wind came out of nowhere. All was silent as his candle flame was extinguished and he was left "alone" in the dark.

~Art~
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[GIGABITE]

Username: Smolder
Name: Odyssey
Gender: Female
Kia's costume for Halloween: Like every year since she was nine years old, Odyssey is dressing as a sailor. By now, her friends think she's either the lamest Kia around, or just not very creative. But Odyssey has always been somewhat obsessed with sailing, ever since she was little.

prettying to be done soon

[get scared]

Username: Hoshizora
Name: Deo
Gender: male
Kia's costume for Halloween: Contrary to popular belief, considering his design and birthday, Deo isn't actually one for Halloween costumes. Or anything, really, being the laid back sort of guy he is. Instead, he's that one kid who plans a last-minute costume for the sake of pleasing his friends. Like this particular year, he's pasting the words "GO CEILING!" on his chest. Can you guess? He's going to be a ceiling fan.

[yeena]

soul
born november 1 1993
♏ scorpio ( the scorpion )
homosexual

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he slowly pushed his apartment door open and looked around-
a shelf was on the left wall.. or at least three were. packed full of books and also
filling that wall up. the window was straight in front of him and to his right was the
doorway to his room and also farthest to the window was his desk and computer.. or
laptop which was closed.. thank god it was. then in the absolute middle of his room
was the glass table that had been passed down through his family. sighing he placed
his heavy messenger bag next to his door and shut the door. it was halloween wasn't
it ?.. yeah. looking around his eyes landed on his bag.. oh it could wait. homework
wasn't due ti'll next month ; it was more of a project then homework. rushing over
to his room he flung his body across his bed- scrambled upon the sheets tossing them
around and making them go everywhere, in a simple haste to get to his closet. struggling
across the floor he flung the door open and literally threw clothes around before getting
and finding what he wanted.. it was folded up neatly and placed on a shelf that dipped
into the wall directly across from the closet's door. oh how dear costume i missed you.

username ; the awkward one.
name ; soul
gender ; male
halloween costume ; despite seeing so many new costumes he likes wearing the simple ghost costume- but instead of being simple its... oh no. it is rather fluffy and really long.. it has curls here and there.. and all over and is at least twice the size of his body. it has a hood that he pulls over his head and a chain that goes from the base of his tail to his neck- running along his back. it seems outdated for his age of twenty-one but it reminds him of his older trick-or-treating years so after a school day of collage he will put the costume on and wear it around his house for the day- and hand out candy for younger kids. it surprisingly is still in great condition and doesn't have any rips or any damage. alongside the costume he will let his fangs be shown beneath his upper lip if he feels like it.

he stood at the door of his apartment- a bowl clenched tightly in his mouth, full of candy of all sorts. he opened his door and walked out- closing the door by sweeping his tail around it and somehow not closing the door on his tail. he stared around- other young kia's were already exiting their doors, costumes hiding their true designs. each one when he walked out with the bowl instantly was at his paws- sitting down on their hind legs and holding out beautiful or simple bags- anything to hold candy. smiling he simply lowered the bowl- he was never the one kia to NOT spoil little cute children. the parents cast him grateful looks before running to their children and simply saying that they should wait a moment. although with that he just spoke out " nah- its fine m'ladies. i would've watched them. " he said to all of the mothers- some fathers exiting from their apartments and giving him a warning look of which he ignored- he was never the one to hit on anyone's mates. so he simply waved when the mothers thanked him and left with their kits.. yet not before giving him a quiet thank you and then being off. oh this would be fun.

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him with his costume on and hood up

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{➳} - open wounds, skillet
{➳} - say something, a great big world and christina aguilera
{➳} - what hurts the most, rascal flatts
{➳} - it was only just a dream, nelly
{➳} - broken, seether and amy lee from evanescence
{➳} - i wouldn't mind, he is we
{➳} - pardon me, he is we
{➳} - i like it loud, myah marie

sure, sure, he is a really happy guy but he really doesn't like
high and fast songs.. i mean not too fast.. yet not too slow-
exceptions are made for ' say something '. he likes these
sort of songs though- they are really soft and has quite
sad meanings but he has only made room for ' i like it
loud ' and ' open wounds ' because one- ' i like it loud ' is
freaking amazing and he likes to sway his body with the
beat and second, ' open wounds ' is a real enjoyable song
to him and he likes skillet so.. exceptions have been made.
any other form of speaking he has a highly mixed
personality for songs and likes different things so.. have
fun for finding good music because he can be very bias sometimes.

he plugged in his earphones and sat down at the center glass table. he had
homework to do but.. he was really bored so.. why not homework and music ?
yeah. good choice. before even touching the pencil next to the paper the
small male picked up his phone and skimmed one claw across the screen,
looking for a good song. taking a risk to see how this would come out
he chose ' i like it loud ' for the living fun of it. once he heard the voice of
the singer he picked his pencil up and stared down at the paper.. ' 3x3 +
7x2 - 12x - 28 ' he knew the answer was so easy but the music..
oh the music.. he started to tap his free paw while working out the problem.
his claws were wrapped around the wooden yellow pencil and now from
paw-tapping it changed to tail-swishing. his head was slightly bobbing
now- this beat was getting him pumped up.. so now he was up and on
all four paws ( its magical how he holds a pencil guys ) and taking
steps from left to right- at some point he had unplugged the headphones to where
the music was going freely around the room. he would take one step .. two steps..
forward.. one step, two step.. backwards. one two, one two. and now he was
freely swinging his head in gentle curves- left, dip center, right, repeat. swinging
his tail in a circular process he was actually excited- he liked dancing.
it was.. fun. once doing those motions a few more times the song ended and
he was done- panting. done. done for a bit.. now back to homework.

soul has lot-sa interests. he really doesn't like to be a debby-downer but he is really submissive and such.. and is usually low on agreeing to strange things. most things though, must involve something to do with playing an instrument. he usually plays a grand piano.. its just in instinct ( not really ) and that he is just really good at it. moving his paws from left to right up the keys. things he really likes to do is sketch out plans and or draw, although he only usually does this when he doesn't feel like being nice because to him he can just draw out his anger. he likes though, since he can't draw worth one hundred dollars.., to just scribble lil' people down and then name the ones he's angry at/hates ( people he hates ) and destroy their figure. another thing he likes to do is simply plan out people's futures when he's bored- he doesn't actually plan their future out, oh no. he simply looks at a person and tries to imagine his own little version of their future- and this is what he does when he is to no end bored. despite having a small apartment his collage loans him a grand piano of which he visits at least twice a week.. and when he plays it will echo throughout the large collage. some of the teachers come to watch yet he doesn't even notice their arrival.. so not because he gets too interested in his piano...

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when soul was a kit he was- had a broke family. they were poor and he was an only child with two of the jerkiest parents ever. they sent him out for everything and he never usually got anything of what they got- spare slices of bread and butter. so when halloween came he had been grounded- or rather reduced from the event but being the slim little guy he was he snuck out of his house and ran off- wanting to trick-or-treat.. and receive a few treats. he walked around and looked at how many kids snickered at the five year old walking around- amazed by the wonderful decorations. he barely heard the snickers and sneers at how he must not be rich.. no his eyes were looking around... plain out dazzled by all of the creepy ideas and such. it wasn't until he saw a very angry mother heading straight for him that he ran.. full speed. he didn't want to go home.. little soul just didn't... why did he even call it home ? so yeah... he ran and hid in the alley and that angry bundle of fur ran by.. angry and looking for her son. he was hiding behind trash can and almost didn't hear the man calling out to him.. which made him look across from himself. seeing an old kia standing there gave him goosebumps.. but he tilted his head at the man and the man lifted a paw and gestured with him to come closer. still scared.. six year old soul moved forward. the man looked at him up and down before pushing something out for him and simply saying, " there is no set age for when halloween becomes old for you but i have become frail and don't need this anymore.. you seem worthy of it. and please, take care of it as if its your child... " he rasped and soul took a black bag- before watching as the old man wobbled off.. curious of what was in the bag he opened it to be met with a white.. fabric. confused he lifted the thing out and it rolled out and he was happily feeling the soft, lush cotton of the fabric meet his paw pads. it was draping on the ground yet it was a pure white- a beautiful color. white with wonderful furry curls in the fur. upon closer inspection he found out it was a ghost costume-it was more of a guess because you could also say it was a hood for a white reaper. he rolled he costume up delicately and put it back to rest in the bag- it was beautiful and new but he would need to wait until he got bigger to actually have the costume fit... indeed he would wait. indeed.

youd expected soul would go home but no, he went to the closet orphanage. he almost got pushed out because of biting another kit over protecting his costume but.. he manage- and over the years he found a new family. not caring what happened to his old mother and father. so once going with them they raised him yet he had been too adjusted to not eating a lot so he seems always to be more skinny then some kiamara's because of his eating disorder ( or problem ). once old enough his foster-parents let him go out trick-or-treating and having a blast to dress up as a white reaper with red-pink eyes. even so with no chance of finding that old man he will still visit the alley to see if that man possibly showed up again but instead all he would find is a wrapper of some sort or anything leftover of proven existence.. or that somebody had stayed there.

[eli ayase]

Username: vocal
Name: koumori, bat in japanese
Gender: male
Kia's costume for Halloween: a kill-joy. he doesn't trick or treat, and he just makes everyone's day worse.