[Twisted_Swallow]

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Username: Twisted_Swallow
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Gender: Female
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Ｔｈｅ  Ｍａｎ  Ｗｈｏ  Ｈａｓ  Ｎｏ  Ｉｍａｇｉｎａｔｉｏｎ 
Ｈａｓ  Ｎｏ  Ｗｉｎｇｓ

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Up to 5 Kias
Username: Zmei' Vulpe

owner of Puma, Eragon, Caleb
owner of eponine

The 2nd Baby

Name: Kimberlie Mari

The name Kimberlie is an English baby name, meaning "From the Wood of the Royal Forest" or "From the Royal Fortress Meadow." Kimberlie can be used for both genders, although it is more commonly used as a girl's name.
Mari, on the other hand, is a female-given Hebrew name roughly translating to "Bitter." It is a variation of 'Mary'.

Gender: Female

Kimberlie Mari is a girl, however seeing how she has two dads, her grandfathers are homosexual(as are her aunts!), and her poor uncle Caleb is confused about his orientation...she comes from an accepting family and has no trouble experimenting with the concept of her gender identity - thus, any pronouns are a-ok!

Reality or Imagination?: Imagination

Without imagination, Kimberlie fears she would be strapped down and stuck with and within the bitter cold hardness of the realities about her. Imagination is freedom, especially in a world where humankind destroys anything pure that dares show his face and is to ignorant to even give the same rights to each member of their own species.
Kimberlie wants to be free. She wants to be away from the black bindings she born with and strapped to the ground of reality's cruelness and mercilessness, and she knows until whatever afterlife may be awaiting her arrival(if any) only her imagination can provide that. You could say she has her head in the clouds, but it's really much more that that for Kimmy...really, imagination is her reality. Sometimes she can't tell the difference anymore - seeing how she spent so much time imagining as a child, she can hardly stop it now. Imagination has become her reality and she allows it; it's far better than letting the killing world get to you.

History(See main post):
Art: (Min 4 pieces)
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Ahh what a babe

[dr pepper.]

Up to 5 Kias
Username: bambi boo
Name: Sweetness Brownie Cake
Gender: Female
Reality or Imagination?: Imagination
History: -had more trouble learning than her sister
-was more shy and had a crazier imagination
-was bullied
Art: (Min 4 pieces)
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possible hmmm...

[Eternal.]

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Username;; Eternal.
[owner of three kias]
Name;; Liesl Fallon Bishop, better known
as Liesl. Her first name meaning
'of god', shows her humble,
simple personality, and her
middle name meaning 'leader',
represents her strong, resilient
side that rarely shines through.
Gender;; Female
Age;; 16
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Liesl does not prefer one over the other, or even alternating between the two. She much prefers a blend of both what surrounds her and what she thinks up, the magic of reality if you will. Liesl laces what surrounds her with her imagination, creating quite the unique world. A prime example of this would be the willow tree in the wood near her home, a place she has cherished since early childhood. Taking after Khajiit, she relies on her vivid imagination to keep her on her toes, to turn her beloved tree from a simple bit of wood into a second home, one laced with feathers and magic, practically ethereal to her. Yet on the contrary, the place beneath the willow is a place of learning to Liesl, as several birds pass there throughout the spring, and she spends her time studying them extensively. She keeps a field journal of all of these observations, though they are laced with her own fantasy, intertwining both of the worlds she has grown up with in her own blend of both imagination and reality.

Liesl is a quiet individual, preferring to keep to herself if she has the choice. In her studies, she is driven, sometimes it seems as if that's all she cares about, and sometimes it is. In her chosen path of ornithology, Liesl is studious, her notebook brimming with sketches and notes on the various birds that come by her tree. She is very solitary, her favorite spot being a massive willow tree surrounded by wildlife. Liesl loves to spend long days in the forest, encircled by trees with just the birds for company and the chirrup of squirrels for background noise. She prefers to stay alone and study the feathers around her tree, to the point where she is almost single-minded, simply driven by her desire to learn about these things. Liesl is simply curious about the world around her and what it holds. She can be shy at times, she isn't a fan of interacting with her own species, as she enjoys the company of the tiny songbirds much more. All in all, Liesl is free-spirited, never held back by any of the limitations that present themselves between her and the woods she so dearly loves.
Plainly put, Liesl is a very gentle spirit, naturally easygoing and simple. She is driven in her studies of birds and feathers, almost to the point of single-mindedness. She keeps a leather-bound field journal of observations, filled with sketches and notes, and considers it her prize possession. These notes are mostly taken in her favorite spot, an old willow tree in the southern corner of the wood, a place that has been special to her all of her life. Starting when she was eleven, she began tying every feather that caught her eye to the tree with a small bit of string, creating a special place for her. Most perceive her as quiet, a girl of few words, though her silence goes much deeper- Liesl is selectively mute. As a child, she never saw the need to speak, and this grew eventually into a deep fear of speaking. Even at the age of sixteen, she has not spoken, and this has proven to be very problematic, going as far as getting her in trouble around others, which has done nothing to help her. Despite this, she is very driven and intelligent, mostly engrossed in her studies.
Beneath her studious and silent exterior, Liesl has a very strong will, and nothing can get between her and her goal. This causes her to come off as stubborn, which in some cases she is, and will sometimes get the best of her, though she tries not to let it. As a whole, Liesl is driven and free spirited, not unlike the birds she loves.



A brief history of Liesl as told by the wind...


I have made my way through her home on more than one occasion. I have called her name, in splendor, in sorrow, in anger. I have called her name, though it tastes foreign to me and the syllables are uncharted territory. I have called her name.
She has not responded.
I have never mused the idea that she is simply ignoring me, how can one ignore the wind?
She may have her reasons for not speaking, but if she does, they are unknown to me.
I have seen her life.
I have nurtured her.
Inspired her.
Spited her.
I have called her name.
Liesl.
Liesl.
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On the day that she was born, I was rampant in the trees, cycloning golden leaves, tawny feathers, and bright grass into the swirling fall air. The chaotic atmosphere of September doesn't seem to suit the child that Liesl would grow into, the voice of the autumn much louder than her own.
For she would cry out once in the newness of childhood, and that cry would be her last noise.
This silent child and I have always been good friends. She frequently takes refuge with me underneath the willow tree in the southmost corner of the wood, a weeping, whispering tree, teeming with life.
The squirrels.
The insects.
And of course, the birds.
Liesl has always loved the birds. I blow their feathers to her, and she watches them.
Swirling, swirling, ever on. Beauty in chaos, an omen of unpredictability.
I shall whisper to you the stories of Liesl, but, dear reader, you must be silent enough to hear the musings of the wind.
You may be suprised at what you hear.
So close your eyes, whisper goodnight...
...The wind will write your dreams tonight.


The rain hit Liesl sideways in the dark air of spring. The breath of day was fresh on the dawn, illuminating the thin rainfall.
Once more, she traveled south to the willow, which had only recently regrown it's branches. Liesl tied a few of it's gentle tendrils into a crown and placed it onto her head, a twisted thing of dying beauty.
Though she had reached eleven years of age, her first words were still resting in her lungs, afraid of meeting the outside air.
Her thoughts were simply enough for her.
As a bluejay took off from the gnarled branches, a feather lodged free and fell.
Swirling, swirling, ever on, it fell.
She took it in her mouth and placed it close to the willow tree. Carefully, she strung the feather to a branch of the willow.
I blew my way through those branches, a tranquil gust in the rain, heaving the feather in it's place on the tree. It felt foreign and unnatural, yet I kept it in it's place.

This silent girl was capable of more than she let on.
Day by day, one by one, Liesl strung feathers to the great willow tree, each marking a day.
A breeze.
A bird.
A memory.
At the center of the tree, in the same spot, stood the bluejay's black and blue feather, tipped with white. It graced the tree like an old garment worn too long, though it held true, a steady friend to this old tree, and this young girl.
To think, this timeless cornerstone was simply an accident, a piece broken off from a larger fragment of life.
In that case, it has become the most beautiful accident to happen to the Silent Girl.

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Liesl and I are cut from the same cloth, similar in several ways.
We share so much, yet somehow nothing.
We are tempestuous.
We are shifting.
We are ever changing, ever fluid, ever swirling, ever on.
We are kindred souls.
So understand this, dear reader, Liesl is a spirit akin to the wind, even at just eleven years. When her winds are stormy, she is strong; She has the strength to tear down forests and grown them back in her likeness.
She is an ethereal hunter, born to fight.
Though some tend to forget that the hunter can be preyed upon.
When her winds are still, she is battered. There is a war zone beneath her skin, one with no peace treaty to be ratified.
She is the sunset song of a shot sparrow.
At these low points, I fear her. I fear for her.
I fear that my gaze will leave scars, that just by keeping watch over her that she will be lashed and torn, battered from her own war.
I fear that if I blow through her hollowed bones, she will break like a fever.
Fevers are known to kill.
Still, Liesl was a warrior if they ever existed, living by one single mantra- "I must not feel. I must not breathe. I must not live for anything but freedom"
Consider this a lesson reader- Winds are steady, winds are unstable. Winds are rampant, winds are gentle.
Nothing is ever known.
Do not fear the unknown.


A tranquil hush swept the forest, leaving even the ample wildlife to sway along to the melody of silence. Liesl sat against the knotted trunk of the willow, surrounded by journals and sketches, all observations about the birds that surround her. The willow bore feathers in several ardent hues, bearing tribute to the girl sitting beneath them.
That girl was sixteen on this day, becoming less of a "girl" each day.
Slowly, steadily, forever on, I called her name.
I called her name like I always have.
She still has not responded.
I called louder, sharper, growing desperate, swinging the branches of the willow heavily in my bellows. The slender threads holding the feathers began to fray, launching a scattering of feathers into my breath. Liesl sprang from her place under the tree to chase them, tempestuous and fiery, spiteful at the whirlwind.
She leaped, barely grasping a single blue feather in her teeth, while the other few were blown into the horizon like a sprinkling of dandelion fuzz. The fractured thread tied to its base was much too short to return to the branch where it once resided, and it's edges were frayed and fractured.

Still, Liesl refused to relinquish it to me.
She tied it's destroyed form around her wrist, and fastened it securely so it could never fall prey to a stray gust again.
Liesl admired it on her paw, and how it moved about in what remained of my rage.
It swayed ever so slightly, serving as a reminder to the Silent Girl.
To preserve what she loves.
To never underestimate the wind.
To always look to the skies, for the answer can always be found on the wings of the birds.
And I held her in my arms, swaying that feather ever so gently.
Swirling, swirling, ever on.
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I run my course through the willow branches once more, the misty air of spring heavy with thick dew. I am rampant today, a tumultuous riptide of air. Liesl sits beneath the tree as always, and I make my way through the tangled branches of her hair, swirling, swirling, ever on.
She is there through the storm, stringing herself yet another crown of willow.
She is there through the storm, tying a soaked feather to the lashing tendrils of the tree.
She is there through the storm, desperately trying to escape.
I will aid in her escape.
Liesl and I are old friends, kindred souls, though I, the wind, am not known for my friendliness.
It would be stupid to associate me with friendliness, it truly would.
I am a monster.
I ravage homes, trample spring flowers, destroy what is beautiful. She has always thought otherwise, and she has thus become my only friend.
I know her life. I have watched it play out before me. I have held her when no others would.
I have called her name.
I know that she will never respond.
You have heard her story, though it shall swirl forever on, and I believe that along the way, you have heard mine as well.
So, dear reader, I part now, though if you are to wander on a spring day, listen closely, for you may hear my voice calling, swirling, ever on.



Pocky;;

Liesl looks up to her father, Pocky, for his academic merit, and sees him as a role model in this. She and him get along very well, seeing as they are both very reserved individuals. Though her brother isn't too fond of them, Liesl appreciates Pocky's rules and sees them as necessary for happiness and harmony. Together, they learn and abide, though this can be harmful, as neither of them are very social, and their relationship doesn't encourage Liesl to speak in the least, which can prove to be an issue in years to come.

Khajiit;;

With her father, Khajiit, Liesl is very apprehensive, knowing that he can make some questionable choices. However, she will occasionally let down her defenses and join in his fun. To her, he is the more repressed, fun-loving side of her that only Khajiit can bring out, to which Liesl is forever grateful. She will sometimes accompany him to work, and though she does not enjoy the loud environment of the club, she does enjoy spending time with her father, which is ultimately worth it.


Reginhart;;

Though he is her twin brother, Liesl rarely sees or speaks to Reginhart. They both mostly do their own thing, though truly, Liesl will always have a love and respect for her brother. As children, they often played together in the woods, the same woods that have slowly become Liesl's favorite place and second home. Even now, at sixteen years old, the woods remind her of the childhood time spent there with her brother.




Zaira;;

After tagging along with her father to Tranquility, Liesl met Zaira, and found her very interesting. Her easygoing personality matches well with Liesl's, and Liesl has listened to many of her stories, despite her inability to respond. At the same time, Liesl is intimidated by Zaira's temper, though it is rare, she still fears setting it off, meaning that Liesl is much more cautious and reserved around the older Kiamara, creating an interesting dynamic between the two.



Eleni;;

After a trip a bit too deep into the woods, Liesl came across a strange Kiamara with glowing eyes and a finned tail, who she came to know as Eleni. In this fleeting encounter, Eleni told her several stories and taught her several lessons on independence, which have come to aid Liesl in her life, being a very independent girl herself.



Feral
Fur- Very soft and silky, fairly long. Mostly hues of medium brown, with a lighter chest and paws
Eyes- Bright blue, with baby blue sclera
Feathers- A singular bright blue feather on her wrist.
Special traits- Pointed and tufted ears, much like a lynx, that she inherited from Khajiit.
Accessories- A crown made from willow that she wears on occasion.

Anthro
Height- 5'3", or 160 cm, fairly short
Weight- 130 lbs, or 59 kilograms
Body type- Short and curvy
Distinguishing features- Freckles, large eyes, slightly pointed ears.
Hair- Dark brown, usually tied into a braid. When not tied back, it is fairly long and very curly.
Wardrobe- Practical, yet formal, usually jeans and a baby blue blouse.
Accessories- Willow branch crown.



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Throughout her studies, Liesl is overly single-minded, placing all of her focus on studying the birds. These mostly come in spikes, series of a few days where her mind is focused on the birds and nothing else. On these days, she is surrounded be sketches on paper and in the dirt, and appears to be staring at the sky, listening, in what seems to be an unbreakable trance. She will shut out everything else, ignoring family and friends alike, and do nothing but watch the skies.
Liesl can also be extremely naïve. She seems to have the mind of a child, amplified more by her inability to speak. She is oblivious to many things, and can be very ignorant. She treats every situation from a young child's perspective, though she is sixteen. It is unknown, however, how mature Liesl really is, since she cannot express this- for all anyone knows, she's extremely mature- her actions simply come across as a childish and oblivious.
In addition to that, she is more stubborn than anyone will know, almost an extension of her childish behavior. She will not budge on anything she feels strongly about, or anything for that matter. Though sometimes it is a moral opposition, mostly her stubbornness is a matter of pride. Liesl never backs down from a fight, especially over something she feels strongly about. However, this usually ends badly for her, seeing as she cannot properly defend her arguments, and simply gets flustered at her opposition.
Her final flaw is a much more physical one, and that is her fragile joints. They are hypermobile, and while this may mean that her joints are more flexible, meaning she can do physical things such as run or climb trees faster, they will often come disjointed and give her quite the nasty injuries. These take a while to heal, and can leave them more injury prone after each time, though Liesl tends to forget about this, and will often be injured because of it.

Though she does not speak, Liesl often whistles the calls and songs of the birds that surround her in the woods. These tones range from the short chirrup of a chickadee to the longer, trilling sound of a warbler. She has learned to mimic these very accurately, and absentmindedly whistles these chirps while idle. Her personal favorite is the small lilt of a lark, being her favorite bird, these have a special place in her heart. These whistles are very accurate to that of a real bird, and will sometimes draw them to her, much to her delight.
Another one of Liesl's quirks is her tendency to draw in the dirt when her notebook isn't nearby. She is constantly jotting down notes and sketching about what she sees around her, and often it ends up being in the dirt around the willow tree. She enjoys the feeling of the willow branch running through the loose soil, and finds it very calming. Liesl likes the idea that these notes are temporary, and will eventually wash away in the rain. Regardless of this, sketching with a stick in the dirt has always been something she has done while watching the birds, and has always regarded this as a way to calm down.
In addition to these, since a young age, Liesl has been able to lucid dream. For as long as she's been able to remember, she's been able to control her dreams, and she's never known of anything else. However, she doesn't quite enjoy this, as she finds it confusing and somewhat scary. Though she sometimes enjoys lucid dreams, usually she just finds them inconvenient and almost frightening, since these dreams mean her mind is almost never completely asleep, and she would just much rather have a dreamless sleep.

Liesl's main and biggest fear by far is her fear of speaking. From a young age, Liesl was silent, and though at first is was simply because she saw no need to speak, it has turned into something much more. As she grew up, Liesl was teased for not talking, and in turn grew self-conscious about this trait. The older she got, the more she feared speaking. Now, at sixteen years old, she is completely terrified to make any noise, all stemming from a simple reluctance at childhood. This is a very difficult fear for her, since she cannot express how it makes her feel. Occasionally, she will write as means of communication, though those incidents are few and far between.
In addition to talking, Liesl is also afraid of most water. Rivers and streams especially scare her, mainly because she can't swim, and never plans to. She fears these bodies of water will simply sweep her away without a trace, and in turn, stays far away from rivers. To a lesser extent, she is afraid of the ocean, and of the waves it possesses. She is afraid that the waves will drown her or sweep her off to sea, though these are rare in any situation. She knows that there is a way to fix this fear by simply learning to swim, but it has progressed to a point where she is too afraid to learn and is beyond help.



Birthday: September 25th, 1999
Zodiac: Libra
Chinese Zodiac: Year of the Rabbit
Ruling Planet: Venus
Ruling Element: Air
Birthstone: Sapphire
Birth Flower: Morning Glory
European Name Day: August 21st
The sign of Libra is often considered to be very just and harmonic, with a very strong moral compass. Liesl very much possesses these traits, from her desire to keep peace to her strong notion of what is right and what is wrong.
The Year of the Rabbit represents hope, and those born in these years are gentle, hopeful spirits. Being born in the Year of the Rabbit, Liesl is exceptionally compassionate and amiable, staying true to the traits of her Chinese zodiac sign.
The element of air represents two things for Liesl. First is her easygoing personality, ebbing and flowing much like the air, a harmonic, simple breeze. Second, this element represents her love for the wind and how it surrounds her home, creating an air of peace.



Likes;;
Sunrises
Writing
Willow trees
Open fields
Springtime
The wind
Rain

Dislikes;;
Winter
Darkness
Confrontation
Loud noises
Conversations
Violence
Thunder



Color;; Green
Number;; 5
Letter;; C
Season;; Spring
Animal;; Lark
Shape;; Ellipse
Mythical Creature;; Phoenix
Plant;; Willow
Insect;; Grasshopper
Sweet Food;; Honey
Savory Food;; Caesar Salad
Drink;; Lemonade
Book Genre;; Nonfiction
Planet;; Mars
Element;; Air




The Willow Lullaby is a short song composed by me, featuring flute, harp, and cello, to create a haunting theme for Liesl and her willow tree. The dark melody reflects Liesl's introspective, strong personality, and the eerie air that surrounds her beloved tree.
Click here to listen to the Willow Lullaby!
Sheet Music




The following is a few pages from Liesl's beloved field journal, which she uses to take notes about the birds that surround her willow tree.
Page 1- Warbler
Page 2- Lark
Page 3- Barn Owl
Page 4- Finch
Page 5- Sharp Shinned Hawk
Page 6- Chickadee



Hello there, I'm Eternal.! I currently own three kias, Imber, Jace, and Eleni, and I'm hoping Liesl will soon join the family. I've had this character idea floating around in my head for quite a while now, and this kia fits the bill perfectly. Her natural colors and unique ears caught my eye immediately, and I knew that I would fight my hardest to win her.
This character contains many pieces of me, and many pieces unique to her. The competition is tough, and to come out of here the winner would be an honor. Thank you for taking the time to read my form, as I know it's quite long.
I've had this idea for quite some time now, a mute girl with a love for birds and willow trees and learning. I have been waiting for the perfect kia for this, and she struck me immediately- Each little detail fit perfectly with this character. I have put so much of myself into her, both figuratively and literally. Yes, I have worked my tail off on this form, as many of the others have, but I have ingrained pieces of myself into her- From the way she dreams and her quirks, to her love for birdsong and weeping willows- All parts of me, which I believe is the greatest connection you can have with a character.
If I were to win Liesl, I would be as active as possible with her, roleplays and fanclub alike. I have no plans to trade or sell her at any time soon, she would remain mine as long as I could keep her. Her character seems as if it would be fun to play around with and develop more. She is so much fun to draw, and I would love to be able to draw her even more.
I have greatly enjoyed developing the character of Liesl, and I hope you enjoy reading this form as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Best of luck to all those entering, and all those judging,
~Eternal.




Ever on, this story goes, each moment becoming the past as it happens.
An epilogue seems arbitrary at this point, since this story is not yet over, though I would like to bid a proper farewell.
I have been with Liesl since her life begun, and for much longer before that, and I will never end. Ebb perhaps, but though my breath may stand still at times, I always return.
Second by second, day by day, swirling, swirling ever on. I will be there, by her side, her guiding light.
And likewise, she is forever my comet.
I always have tried to remember my place:
I can't bring myself to let her be hurt.
I shield her from the dark.
She belongs with the light.
Dawn paints her cerulean-saturated irises and night cloaks her fur.
By imperfect design, she shall endure.
Throughout all of this, I always have tried to remember my place:
I can't bring myself to let her be hurt.
I shield her from the dark.
She belongs with the light.
Now it is your turn.
You have seen her life.
You have watched the birds, seen the tendrils of the willow sway.
You have called her name.
Keep watch, dear reader, the winds run rampant here, and if you aren't vigilant, she may slip away.
Winds change.
I change.
And if you aren't vigilant I may slip-
*****

[witchcrafting]

Non-owner
υѕєяиαмє:: NorthKraujo
иαмє:: Araxie
Gender: Female

◣|| ɳɑɱɛ ɱɛɑɳiɳg ||◢

Origin of the name "Araxie" is Armenian - "A river said to inspire poetic expression"

◣|| wɦy wɑร tɦiร ɳɑɱɛ giѵɛɳ tѳ ɦɛʀ ||◢

Her eyes and feathers were seemingly like a river, her fur flowing calmingly like water down a stream. This was partial reasoning for her name. As well as how poetic she is around Pocky. A very smart child Araxie is.

◣|| ɳickɳɑɱɛ ||◢

Uxie - Uxie and Yuxie may be a combination of 行く先 yukusaki (future), 知識 chishiki (knowledge), and pixie. Alternatively, they may also be a combination of you and pixie.

◣|| รɛxuɑʆity ||◢

Bisexual, open to any gender, any sexuality

◣|| ɓiʀtɦɗɑtɛ ||◢

April 11th

◣|| zѳɗiɑc + Բɑct ||◢

Aries - The Ram
Aries people are creative, adaptive, and insightful. They can also be strong-willed and spontaneous (sometimes to a fault). Aries people can be driven and are very ambitious often making them over-achievers in anything they set their mind to tackle. Aries are fire signs, and so too is their personality. They may be quick to anger, but don't take it personally, it's just their fiery, passionate personalities showing through. Aries signs have excellent sense of humor, and they get along with almost everyone at the party (and they DO know how to party). Aries can be impatient, but we love them anyway because they are devoted friends, lovers and family members - they are loyal to then end and will fight for their causes (usually supporting the underdog).

◣|| ʀɛɑʆity ѳʀ iɱɑgiɳɑtiѳɳ ||◢

How would Araxie would answer this question; She would choose both Reality and Imagination. There really is no limit for her. She loves both Khajiit and Pocky. And has a mind like both of them. At some points Araxie is VERY serious about following Pocky's rules, but at other times, she will be more like a troublemaker like Khajiit. Araxie really doesn't want to limit herself with reality, but she also doesn't want her imagination to be her road to take. Araxie doesn't really know what she'll be doing for future purposes when it comes to jobs, but, she'll find her road. Araxie is also one to try and keep her parents happy, but is one to get a little stressed doing this. Don't mention this to her parents but Araxie is a try hard Kia, and definitly will try and impress both Khajiit and Pocky, and will do anything to keep them happy. She loves her parents, and will do anything for them.

◣|| ɦiรtѳʀy ||◢

From the start; As a newborn, Araxie first saw her parents. She was such a giggly child. Always wanting to sit on her parent's backs to get up higher. She was born a short and small Kiamara. Araxie's childhood was very fun and serious at times. With Khajiit; Araxie always had fun, going to the park, playing in mud and getting her paws and fur just covered in dirt, even having fun birthday parties. Pocky on the other hand; she learnt so much in so little time. She was taught was her father was taught. This was inspiring for Araxie--- But at this point, this is where dark times came. Araxie was still a young Kiamara, and her looks were VERY different from her sibling. She was a mix of both parents. Had the ears of Khajiit, the colours of both, and the feathers of Pocky. Her ears were the moth stand-out thing about her. Made her "Unique" as she was told by both Khajiit and Pocky. Her sibling at least looked normal. Unlike her. No horns, large ears, and very fluffy. Araxie was known as the "Large-eared fluffy river". She ignored that nickname for as long as she could. Which was only SLIGHTLY successful. This is where she had help from her parents.

The time came where Araxie grew up and learnt that being different was a good thing. This was her teenage years; Araxie was an adventurous teen, very proud of herself, and her family. She had so much to live for and see. Araxie loved everything and everyone. And this is where Araxie met other Kiamaras at the Club Tranquility. This place was quite the adventure for Araxie, and was glad she was able to visit where her parents worked. Araxie was surprised that she, one day, would work there too. She was excited to work along side the ones she loved the most.

Her present day; Araxie is a pretty nerdy, adventurous Kiamara now. Learning new things, and making new friends. Araxie is walways open to meeting other Kiamaras and getting a Job. Nothing that interests her greatly is Science and the psychics of Alchemy.

◣|| pɛʀรѳɳɑʆity ||◢

Araxie, being on both sides of Imaginative and Realistic, she's very adventurous and a bit of a trouble maker when it comes to Scientific creativity. Araxie is VERY open-minded and a thinker. She's respectful and is open-minded to listening to anything, but can get a little optimistic when stating her mind, getting a little "out-there" when being a little too honest. But, when it comes to being honest, she's also a little too determined. Under all of this, Araxie can be very kind hearted and a great believer, full of spiritual ideas and creativity. She can be very strict like Pocky, but gets over it once she wins an argument. Araxie is definitely not afraid to make mistakes. She can also get a little jealous over her brother Reginhart's view on reality, and really does try to impress him. She really does try to change his attitude, but hasn't found many ways to do so. Araxie is actually pretty accepting towards him and will always keep a smile on her face towards him and their parents. Araxie has her own sense of view towards her family and would always worry for them.

As a saying of her's goes "Family first, Science second. The only light of mine are the ones who I saw first."

◣|| ʀɛʆɑtiѳɳรɦipร ||◢

Parents - Khajiit & Pocky - Owned by Qualeo - The two FIRST Kiamaras Araxie saw and loves the most. Close, VERY close relationship with them.

Brother - Reginhart - Owned by Sixbane - Very close relationship, Araxie loves her brother A LOT and would do anything for him.

Friends - Zaira (Most known and best friend to her) - Owned by Qualeo - Their relationship is more like them working along side each other. Araxie really needed some sort of calm Kia like Zaira at her side.
Inconnu (Slightly good friends) - Owned by Qualeo - She's working on getting to know Inconnu better...
Anora (Only met through her half sister) - Owned by Sixbane - Hasn't really talked to her much.. Working on it.


◣|| iɳtɛʀɛรtร ||◢

Her biggest interest is Science and Alchemy. Araxie will ALWAYS have an interest in this, and possibly nothing may not change her mind about her preferred preference.

◣|| Բɑѵѳuʀitɛร ||◢

‣  Making new friends
» Sciences
‣  Alchemy
» New experiences
‣  Learning
» Adventure
‣  Children
» Reading

◣|| ɗiรʆikɛร ||◢

‣  Rudeness - Cannot tolerate it
» Being told constantly what to do without explanation
‣  Unwanted noise
» Upsetting topics
‣  Darkness
» Needles - Has a fear of them
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◣|| cɦiʆɗ'ร cѳʀɳɛʀ ||◢

"Daddy! Watch this!"
A young Araxie giggled, jumping paws first into a mud puddle, spewing dirt clumps and water in different directions. It had just rained the day before, and rain was always Araxie's favourite. She was a very active child, and nothing could stop her from having fun. Today was a day she was out with Khajiit, only only him. Until they got home, that it.
Khajiit chuckled, walking not far being her, but dodging the mess Araxie made. "That's my little girl." He smiled. "Now, you know your other father wouldn't approve of you dragging that mess into the house." Araxie was still giggling, sitting in the mud. "Yeah I know... But I'm having fun daddy! I promise I won't make a mess in the house!" She responded. Khajiit nodded. "And you do keep your promises. I wouldn't doubt you'd use the garden hose to wash yourself off." Araxie jumped up and shook. "I like the hose! It's fun! But the water is always cold.." Uxie always seemed to complain about the water being cold, but she didn't mind it once she started to have fun. Wondering on, she always ran ahead of her parents.
"This was supposed to be a trip to the park, Uxie." Khajiit mentioned, walking beside his daughter. That was their normal routine. Park, food, whatever else, and home again. It was Araxie's favourite time. Father - Daughter time. She loved her parents, and always loved hanging out with them. "I knooow! But Ice cream! I want some, daddy!" Araxie complained, running in a circle. Ice cream had always been Uxie's favourite. Khajiit just sighed. "Not today, my dear. We should be getting home." He picked her up and set her on his his back, walking back to their home. "Awwww. Okay... Tomorrow maybe?" Uxie tilted her head, looking down at him. "You'll have to ask your other father. I wo't be with you tomorrow. I'll be with your brother." Khajiit replied, walking up the steps of the house and setting Araxie down. "Go and wash yourself off before your father sees you. I'll grab something to dry you off." Araxie nodded and ran off to the garden hose, turning on the water and giggling as she spray water everywhere, making it "rain" as she pointed the hose up to the sky and let the water fall on her.
Khajiit came back, stopping the water as he set down a towel. "I think that's enough water, my dear. Time to dry off and go inside." He walked over to Araxie, helping her dry off. "You really like water, don't you?" Uxie nodded. "Yeah! I do! I love water, daddy! You should know this!" She giggled, shaking the rest of the water off of her, beginning to walk inside with her father.

When they arrived inside, Uxie jumped up and hugged Pocky. "Hi daddy! I missed you!" She giggled, looking up at him. "Yes, I missed you and your father too.." He smiled faintly. "Uxie, I have a few things to teach you, alright? Just wait for me in the living room. I'll be having a chat with your father..."

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This was only one memory of many Araxie remembers, the rest may be posted in the future.

◣|| ʝѳuʀɳɑʆ ||◢

Araxie's Journal - Entry # 1
Janurary 5, 2015

Oh, er, Hello! I'm Araxie and this is Journal entry number one of this book my father Khajiit got me. He mentioned something about it helping me and that I should jot down interesting things I find through my life. I wonder what my father thinks I'll find interesting.. Well, the truth is, I find A LOT interesting. No, not politics, silly! Science! All KINDS OF SCIENCE! I love science! It's AMAZING! But... I learnt that it's unpredictable and sometimes dangerous. Ah well, When I'm older, I'll worry about some more of the bigger dangers in Science. I think I like this Journal thing.. Well, I have to get going! My parents are calling me for something! Bye bye!

Araxie's Journal - Entry # 2
January 7, 2015

So, yeah, back to writing in this Journal of mine. Should I give it a name like some others do? Maybe... I'll think of a name later! SO! Back to what I wanted to write about. Today my father Khajiit and I went out to the park. We talked and talked AND TALKED. BUT! That's not important, I saw this other Kiamara today, it was a male one. I had this really weird feeling BUT I decided to ignore it. My father and I had a great time talking about Science and such. Khajiit even said he might get me a Science kit to I can explore more into different Sciences.

Araxie's Journal - Entry # 3
January 13, 2015

I haven't written in my journal for a while. I still haven't thought of a name for it either. Oh well. I got more into different Sciences. My main type at this moment are Chemicals and Elements. It's cool! That reminds me. I can make a joke around my parents about the letter "K". It's Potassium on the Periodic Table of Elements. Cool, huh? My parents don't know I bought a BUNCH of books on chemicals. My father Khajiit said that Chemicals are too dangerous for me to experiment with. I COULD agree BUT, after I see HOW dangerous! I'll be back to write! I have to go now and experiment with chemicals.

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Araxie's Journal - Entry # 22
March 11, 2015

I'm still writing in this thing? UGH. Today wasn't very fun. I'm writing this entry in the hospital... My parents only wanted the best for me when they said NOT to use chemicals.... I have a horrible illness from chemicals... It hasn't been announced as deadly but... I'm afraid of what might happen! I love my family and I couldn't leave them.. Not yet! Not ever!

Araxie's Journal - Entry # 23
March 30, 2015

Well, as I can tell from now, I'm back in good health in the care of my family, alive and well.... Maybe I should change my Science type to Alchemy... Sound easy enough. I couldn't give up this preference of Science. Not yet. It's too early for that. Wish me luck with my studies of Alchemy!

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Araxie's Journal - Entry # 36
April 12, 2015

So, I figured out Alchemy NEVER ceases to amaze me. And, today, was a surprising day. It's been so long since I was born. And I'm glad that I was. I'll never forget the day my parents first saw me and I first saw them. I love them with all my heart and I always will. If my parents have been reading my journal.. I'm glad they've been catching up with what I've learnt in the past months. I'll ALWAYS love you guys. And I'd do anything to keep you happy. You've made me happy by loving and caring for me. And even being just there by my side when times got tough. Thank you. Thank you for everything. I'm happy to be your daughter.

Araxie's Journal - Entry # 37
April 13, 2015

Today was a fun day. I went out, got to visit some older friends, and actually had an amazing chat with my parents this afternoon. I wonder what we'll be doing this evening. Maybe I should suggest a nice dinner with them. I bet they would love that... I would! I love spending time with my parents and family. It's funny how many stories we can make up in a night. Interesting too.

Araxie's Journal - Entry # 38
April 14, 2015

You know, I figured out something.. It wasn't very noticeable at firs, but... I think I've gotten more connected to my family after I ended up sick.. I don't know, it's a guess. Maybe I never noticed how stable out relationships are. Impressing them is always a thing for me... I can't go a day without making my parents happy. Don't mention this but I'm still working on making my brother happy. I believe these next few entries shall be on making my family happy. My first step... Step number one - Do not do anything stupid, listen to rules, and... State my opinion when needed... I have to learn NOT to do that... I'll work on that...

Araxie's journal - Entry # 39
April 15, 2015

So, I tried impressing Reginhart. Tried. It might have worked, but I couldn't tell.... Now I'm just slumping down in bed and writing because I have no idea if it worked out not... Maybe I could read about Alchemy... Aw well, I'll see... What do you think I should do? Give my journal a name possibly? Maybe...

Araxie's Journal - Entry # 40
April 16, 2015

Ahhh, forty entries already! That's exciting! I didn't something special for my parents today! I thought it would fit with my exciting journal entries. I believe I made a good impression for my parents. It's nice spending time with them, and I'll continue impressing my family! And no, I don't have issues in impressing others... Well... I might..

Araxie's Journal - Entry #41
April 17, 2015

I have found myself pausing my science and being part of this... Battle of the Bands? Yes. Sounds about right. I'll be joining with vocals and guitar, as I was told. This is quite amazing. I just don't my band name or members.. We'll see how well this goes out... I'll be going for now though! Write to you later!

Araxie's Journal - Entry #42
April 18, 2015

It seems as if this Battle of the Bands things got more interesting. Registration ends soon, and still no name or band members are to be known.. Aw well, I wonder if my friends would like to join. This would be quite fun. I was thinking my band name could be Full Sunrise... We'll see...

-- Will finish the journal entries at another date, not ALL will be here --

◣|| ɱuรic tѳ cɑʆɱ ɦɛʀ ɳɛʀѵɛร ||◢

Classical music

Under all of Araxie's personality; She has a very calming side to her, and is a big fan of classical and relaxing music. At some points, you may catch her dancing to music like classical, and don't get me wrong, she's very good a ballet. Araxie doesn't normally let others know she has a weak spot for classical music, she's embarrassed to talk about it, and will probably try and deny it if you ask her about it.

◣|| kiɑ q ɑɳɗ ɑ ||◢

An Ask.fm for Araxie
Ask her anything, she'll awnser ^^ Possibly with a drawing at some point.

◣|| iɳԲѳʀɱɑtiѳɳ Բʀѳɱ tɦɛ uรɛʀ/Բѳʀɱ cʀɛɑtѳʀ ||◢

So yes, hi, hello, NorthKraujo here! A non-Kia owner. I've been trying to get my hands on a Kiamara for THE LONGEST TIME, and I found this young Kiamara astounding. I love the natural colours, and her bright blue eyes. Simple and clean, something based around characters of mine. I've always wanted to add a Kia to my list, and I definitely have no problem with owning a twin Kiamara myself. This would be my first dearest that'd I'd care for and own with my heart. I would not want to trade her away. I'd love to work along side the other Kiamara owners of the family and possibly have future role plays of some sort with her, I am very open to adding more to her back story in relationships and such.

I'd like to mention, most of my art would definitely be this baby, I already have plans of art for her, and back stories as well. Her journal is not even the start of a back story. If I was to win her, my first reaction would probably be to cry, and this is definitely not a lie... Half of my work after I would win would be around Araxie and her backstory, other than the journal, and I'd love to continue writing her journal as time goes on.

These past few days have only been me pretty much planning out things for this, and I am to try my best for this Kiamara, even if I do not win, congratulations to the future owner of this beautiful Kiamara. If I was to win; I THANK YOU SO MUCH for choosing me and I'll be glad to take full ownership and responsibility of Araxie. You have my word I'll be a great owner.

◣|| αят ||◢

Drawing done by myself - NorthKraujo
Child version of Araxie - Drawn by me - NorthKraujo
Anthro version of Araxie - Drawn by me - NorthKraujo
Music lineless headshot - Drawn by me - NorthKraujo

[~Arrow~]

Up to 5 Kias
Username: ~Arrow~
Name:
Gender: Female
Reality or Imagination?: Imagination
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Art: (Min 4 pieces)
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[rottenmutt]

Up to 5 Kias
Username: S y k e s (sykes)
Name: Batini- Means inner thoughts in Swahili
Gender: Female
Reality or Imagination (More explanation on main post)?: Imagination
History(See main post): -childhood, teen years, and adult/present day.-
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Her name is based off her perception of reality or imagination.

art
items: goggles & air/flying stuff..
1. family portrait
2. implantation portrait(vivid cool unreal objects & animals around her)
3. dreams of flying
4. wip


history:
as a kid she loved the sky and always wanted to touch it. Feel it. Also deals with imagination.

[BecNessMonster]

Marking

[kboys]

/cracks knuckles/ this is the moment I've been waiting for.




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Username: Wu Yi Fan





Name: Allayda ( A-lie-da )
Gender: Female
Personality:
Hobbies:
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Reality or Imagination (More explanation on main post)?:
There is no such thing as never in Allayda's world , imagination could become reality.




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[kayynine]

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Username: Gone Forever
Name: Lykos
Gender: Female
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