[bullie]

reserve

[Dissolve]

Res

[glassesprotag]

mark

[Tru]

username:
Tru
kia name:
Matthias
gender:
Male

what the feathers/beads represent:
Matthias had a rocky past, one he doesn't wish to discuss and keeps locked away deep in his heart. However he is not bitter nor resentful of his life. He is actually quite peaceful in his life. He believes the reason for this lie in his faith of meditation and the healing powers of crystals. He truly believes that crystal therapy can be the most helpful form of holistic healing for those willing to accept it. He was reluctant to believe in crystal therapy at first, but soon was fully enveloped. His crystal of choice is the Amethyst. Though traditionally associated with sobriety or prosperity, Matthias uses it for mental calmness and the effect it has on those who are experiencing deep grief. He deeply connected to this stone, so much so that he wheres a string of beads of them on his tail, all hand collected, shaped, and polished with care.

During his travels in life, he came to find out about bird known as the Violet-Backed Starling, also called the Amethyst starling for the male's beautiful violet plumage. He knew that those would be the feathers were meant to represent him. Shortly before his 18th birthday, he traveled to where they are known to reside in the African bush. After following a flock for a few days, he came across a few of the males molted feathers. One small, the size of any basic plumage that a kiamara would wear. But he also found one of their exquisite tail feathers. It was larger and lovely purple hue danced on it in the light. This he tied to his own tail with his string of crystal beads.

Those he still has his hard days, his feathers and beads help him through his hardest times and keep him at peace and in balance spiritually, mentally, and emotionally.

[Jinx.]

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username: Jinx.
kia name: Laveau
gender: Female
what the feathers/beads represent: voodoo/tarot readings

WIP!! c:

[waterstar.]

username:
kia name:
gender:
what the feathers/beads represent:
mark ;v;

[Rexodus]

markity mark mark

[Sixbane]

username:Sixbane
kia name:Kaiden (Kigh-Den)
gender:Male

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.



Kaiden never had the typical family life that most had; Instead; this young fellow grew up the burden son of a priestess living in the rural of China, where traditional life and echos of its ancient past still lingered. His mother was shunned- banished from the temple for having a child and corrupting herself from the 'true way'. So they did, indeed leave. Kaiden and his mother turned their sights, setting their gaze on America- the place of possibility- the same dreams that lured millions of immigrants to its shores. It was a long journey-but one his mother was determined to make for her son.

They packed their few belongings into linen bags, tied cheaply with vinemade strings,and set off for this new world.

Kaiden's young life was spent a wreck, on the run and on the move. He never had a home more than a few days. His mother scrounged for money, saved and even resorted to stealing- but when Kaiden was around ten they finally had the money to travel to their promised land.
At his mother's side he boarded a vessel, afraid, but knowing his mother would be there, that he wouldn't be alone, and soon they would be happy, and finally have a home.
It was a long month, travelling across the huge oceans, battling seasickness and terror with every turbulent toss of the waves and the water in the hot sun, but they finally arrived.

His mother had arranged the immigrant papers- and soon they were standing on the streets of the huge city of New York.
Finally- a new start, but it took only a few days for the two to find, that America wasn't the safe haven they'd so believed.
The mean streets of America, dark alleys and thieves, terrifying weapons and words, they were mortified.

Try as she may, working herself to the bone, his mother just couldn't grasp this new world, all of its trials and tribulations. All of these people so cruel to her and her son, Was this really America? The land of the free?

Living on the streets until he was nearly fifteen, and they finally found a home, only a small apartment in a wrecked old building. He waited each day for his mother to come home,
But one day, sitting up until late at night, The small cheap plastic watch he'd found in a garbage can in his little paw, The time read eight o'clock at night.

He walked down the stairs, wondering what was keeping his beloved mother.
And stopped- because in the doorway of the building was a police officer.

They talked for a short time, and Kaiden fell into the older man's arms with a scream of agony. His mother was gone. She'd been bringing home a letter for her son- a letter reading from his father requesting him to return to his homeland. A man had stopped her, and shot her where she stood- after she'd refused to hand over that letter, the one piece of paper that would bring Kaiden to the family he never had.

The beads he wears today are the prayer beads from that long lost temple in the distant China he was born, and he wears them as a symbol of spite. He doesn't wear them to remember his mother- no he keeps her memory in his heart. He wears them as an insult to those who threw his family on the street. The feathers; are ones that his father sent with his letter to him in America; feathers from the pet cranes of his father's estate- and something he has donned as a family emblem- connecting him to his father across the globe.

[lucky thirteen]

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Ⓢⓣⓐⓡⓣ ⓞⓝ ⓣⓗⓘⓢ ⓢⓘⓓⓔ ➳

"Ｂｅ ａｓ ａ ｂｉｒｄ ｐｅｒｃｈｅｄ ｏｎ
ａ ｆｒａｉｌ ｂｒａｎｃｈ ｔｈａｔ ｓｈｅ ｆｅｅｌｓ
ｂｅｎｄｉｎｇ ｂｅｎｅａｔｈ ｈｅｒ, ｓｔｉｌｌ
ｓｈｅ ｓｉｎｇｓ ａｗａｙ ａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｓａｍｅ,
ｋｎｏｗｉｎｇ ｓｈｅ ｈａｓ ｗｉｎｇｓ."
-Ｖｉｃｔｏｒ Ｈｕｇｏ

How I got my feather:

Mʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴘᴏᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ."Dᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ,
Pᴀᴄsɪʀᴛᴀ. I ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. Oɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ,
ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ʙɪʀᴅ,ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ's ᴍᴇ."
"Nᴏ!" ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ Pᴀᴄsɪʀᴛᴀ. "Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ!Nᴏᴛ ɴᴏᴡ! I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ
ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ᴀs I ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛᴇ! As I ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ! As
I ɢʀᴏᴡ!" Hᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴅʀɪʙʙʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ. "I ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ.."
Hᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ sʜᴇ ʟᴀɪᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴅ.
"Wʜᴇɴ I ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ʙɪʀᴅ, I'ʟʟ ғʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀᴄʜ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ
ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ,ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I ᴄᴀɴ sɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏɴɢs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ
ʏᴏᴜ sʟᴇᴇᴘ..." "Bᴜᴛ..." "Pᴀᴄsɪʀᴛᴀ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ I ɢᴏ, I ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs
ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ...I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ
ᴀɴɢᴇʟ...." Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ
ᴡᴀs sɪʟᴇɴᴛ. "...Mᴏᴍ.....Mᴏᴍ? MOM! MOMMY! NO!"Sʜᴇ ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ
ᴡᴇᴇᴘs ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡ. Tʜᴇɴ, ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ.
"Pᴀᴄsɪʀᴛᴀ, ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏɪɴɢ
ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ...Yᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀs ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. Wᴇ'ʟʟ
sᴇᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ." Sʜᴇ ᴘᴜsʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW? CAN YOU TALK TO HER!? Sʜᴇ's ɢᴏɴᴇ
....ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ғɪɴᴅ ᴜs, sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋ, sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴜɢ!"
Sʜᴇ ᴘᴜsʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɴ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ.
"Pᴀᴄsɪʀᴛᴀ! Wᴀɪᴛ!" Pᴀᴄsɪʀᴛᴀ sᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ
ʀᴀɴ ᴏғғ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ. Hᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ʙᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴀʀs. Sʜᴇ
ʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀ sᴛᴜᴍᴘ. Hᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs sᴡᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴀs sʜᴇ ʟᴀɪᴅ
ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ. "Mᴏᴍ....Mᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɴᴇ?" Sʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ.
Hᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ. Hᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
ᴛᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪᴏʟɪɴ, sʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ, ғᴏʀɢᴀᴠᴇ
ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs. Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ?
Tʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴄᴇ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ.
Tʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏɴᴇʟɪɴᴇss ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ sᴇᴇᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.
Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɴᴇ. Sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, A ᴍᴇʟᴏᴅʏ ᴅʀɪғᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀs.
Pᴀᴄsɪʀᴛᴀ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴡ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ʟᴀʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜɴɪǫᴜᴇ
ғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀs. Tʜᴇ ʟᴀʀᴋ
ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇɢᴜɴ ᴛᴏ sɪɴɢ. Iɴ ɪᴛ's sᴏɴɢ sʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ sᴏʀʀᴏᴡ,
ʜᴏᴘᴇ, ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴀʟʟ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ. Iᴛ sᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ
ᴀ ʙᴏʟᴛ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ.Tʜᴇ ʟᴀʀᴋ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs
sᴀʏɪɴɢ sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡɪʟʟ. Hᴇʀ sᴏɴɢ ᴡᴀs
ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟᴇɢᴀɴᴛ.Tʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛɪᴇsᴛ ᴛᴜɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Pᴀᴄsɪʀᴛᴀ ʜᴀᴅ
ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇ. Wʜᴇɴ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ, ᴛᴇᴀʀs ʜᴀᴅ ᴅʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ
ᴏғғ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴜᴍᴘ. Tʜᴇ ʟᴀʀᴋ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ's ᴡɪɴɢs
ᴀɴᴅ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ, ɪᴛ's ᴡɪɴɢs ɢʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ.
Tʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. Pᴀᴄsɪʀᴛᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴇᴅ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs
ɢᴏɴᴇ. Sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴍ ᴡᴀs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ. Sʜᴇ
ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴡ ᴀ ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ
ғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ. Sʜᴇ ʟɪғᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ sʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ.
Jᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ. A ᴠɪᴏʟɪɴɪsᴛ,
sᴏ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇ ᴀ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴀs ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ
ᴏɴᴇ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ,
ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʟᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ sɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴀs ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
ᴅɪᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ, ғɪɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. Pᴀᴄsɪʀᴛᴀ ᴏᴘᴇɴs ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs.
"Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴀ ʙɪɢ
ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀᴛ" sʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs. "Pᴀᴄsɪ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏɴ!" sᴀʏs ʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ.
Pᴀᴄsɪʀᴛᴀ ɢʀᴀʙs ʜᴇʀ ᴠɪᴏʟɪɴ, sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴs ʜᴇʀ
ᴅʀᴇss, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ. Sʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇs ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ɪɴ
ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀɢᴇ. Sʟᴏᴡʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴏᴘᴇɴs.
Sʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ. Hᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ.....

Hello, I'm FantasyHeart.
I've named this kiamara Pacsirta
{pronounced Poch-ee-rta}.
This is a name from one of my
many heritages, this one being
Hungarian. In Hungarien, the name
means "Skylark" or "lark". It's also
a reference to a song of the same name.
Since it's a hard name to pronounce, her
nickname is Pacsi {pronounced Po-chee}

Pacsirta is a girl.

Pacsi has no family other then her father.
Her mother passed away when she was
a small child from an unidentified illness.
After her mother left, her father took care
of her on his own.

Pacsirta lives in the Himalayan Mountains
with her father in a village. She practices
Buddhism.

How I got my beads:
"Daddy!" I said. "What's that sound?"
"Why it's the Rubythroat, Pacsi."
replied father. My eyes gleamed.
"Really?" Ever since mother left,
the lark had always been my favorite
bird, but the Himalayan Rubythroat
had always been my second.
I ran in the direction I heard it's song.
Finally, I saw her. I stared in awe
as the bird sang ever so beautifully.
I realized the mother bird had an purple
stone bead in it's nest. The bead was
surrounded by the small bodies of
baby birds, sleeping soundly. "Daddy..Look!"
I whispered as I pointed to the bird's nest.
"That bead is pretty! And the babies are cute."
"Yes. They also seem full, like we'll be when
we return home. Supper is waiting for us."
"Awwwww....Okay...But can we return tomorrow?"
"Maybe, if the storm passes by then." My father
and I returned through the forest to our house
in the left part of the village. Supper was sukiyaki
that I finished in a few gulps. While eating, the
rain and thunder had begun to pour down outside.
The storm kept raging even while I slept.
The next morning, the storm had stopped,
but many leaves had been scattered and
many branches broken. But, as promised,
Daddy had brought me back to see the birds.
As we were approaching the nest, I heard a
distressed sound. I ran towards it and I was
shocked to see one of the small baby birds
struggling under a fallen branch on the ground.
The chick had snagged one of it's feathers on
the sharp branch tips, making it hard for it to move.
The mother had been close, flapping her wings frantically
as she panicked. I rushed over quickly and knelled down.
I worked carefully to free the baby bird's feathers from
the edges. After, I lifted the branch carefully off the chick
and place the branch aside. The mother happily hopped
around the baby bird and checked to see if it was okay.
Afterwards, the mother flew up to the nest. "What's she
doing?" I asked my dad. "I don't know. We'll have to find out."
he said. Soon, she flew back down, and in her mouth,
the purple bead.
She dropped it in front of me and pushed it towards me.
Gently, I reached down and picked it up. The bead was
a collage of different shades of purple. "She's thanking you."
said my dad. I held the bead close to my heart. "Yes. And I will
treasure her thank you...forever." I ever since, I collected beads
of the same color, and wore them on my tail necklace as a
reminder of the friends
I made that day.

[totems]

username:
I'm totems, but you can call me whatever
you'd like. c: If I'm lucky enough to get this
gorgeous kia, then it'll be my proud first!
kia name:
Raguel Mark Torinston, though he is known
better by Ragweed. This is because he is
a prankster by nature. Pranksters where he
lives are considered pests and annoyances,
like ragweed.
gender:
male
what the feathers/beads represent:wip