[space cactus]

username: Bookw0rm
kia name: Byzantium
gender: Male
what the feathers/beads represent: The feathers represent his extreme vanity It is not often that he finds something to complement his eyes, but when he does, he must immediately find some way to drape it on himself. He is constantly grooming himself, checking to see if the feathers are still there.

[Larson and Zoe]

username:Clucky has arrived
kia name:Nuka
gender:Male
what the feathers/beads represent:The features and beads represent that, he came from an Indain Tribe(Chawtall Tribe) it's his memory of his birth place. Which he will always hold nearby him. It's his untradible memories, no CS Dollars could replace it.

[Sora Kurai]

username: Glacier-Lily
kia name: Terry Fraser
gender: male
birthday: November 9th 1997
occupation: Author/Illustrator
personality traits:
humorous • intelligent • out-going •
creative • sarcastic • secretive •
quiet •distant

personality (short-ish);
Terry is usually quiet. He barely speaks
unless spoken to, and then usually only with
the shortest answer possible. It's not only how
much he speaks, Terry's voice is also rather soft,
and often barely audible. Long winded speeches
are beyond him -unless he's telling a story.
Terry is somewhat secretive, he doesn't often
speak of himself, and falls silent when conversation
is directed at him. He is rather creative
-a successful writer of fiction should be.
He enjoys coming up with elaborate plot twists,
nail-biting cliff-hangers and humorous remarks,
and using his writing to show off his substantial intellect.
He tends to be distant, though not usually on purpose;
Terry just keeps losing himself in his imagination.
He often retreats into his mind, to think, to create,
and sometimes even to ignore whoever is bothering him.
His eyes'll glaze over during a conversation
and he'll stop hearing what you're saying, a few minutes
later he'll give you a confused look, or he might say
something random depending on where his mind took him.
Due to his distance, silence, and tendency to daydream,
he can seem cold, aloof, condescending, or just plain stupid.
Despite this, Terry's eyes always glitter with the
humor and warmth he usually hides with his shyness.

Only when he feels completely at ease does he open up
and his true colors show. Terry will suddenly seem /slightly/
more out-going and willing to talk, though most personal
questions are still deftly deflected or returned.
Terry will take the time to share his sarcastic wit
and sense of humor, as well as his sharp tongue and cynic
views on the world around him.

art:
art 1
art 2

extras list:
art, (birthday, occupation),
personality (traits and written)

what the feathers and beads represent?:
(from your -the reader's- p.o.v.)
(assume you are someone he trusts very much, otherwise he wouldn't say a word)
"Hmm?" Terry says and flicks his tail, looking at the aforementioned beads and feather as if for the first time. "Oh," he says with a crooked grin, his eyes glittering with their ever-present humor. "They are rather pretty, right?"

Still smiling, Terry plucks the feather from his tail, he seems to have decided to talk about this first.

"It's actually a quill, for writing and ink drawings -obviously. It was white, once upon a time, then I spilled my favorite ink on it, and never bothered to clean it off." He gives the feather-quill a fond look, before sticking it back in the fur on his tail. He then catches one the beads with his claws and considers it briefly before turning back to you;

"The beads aren't glass, or plastic, as one might suspect." Terry starts. "They're actually real crystal -erm, purple sapphire and tanzanite if I remember correctly- they're not polished or clean cut, but raw and cracked. They look rather dull, hmmm?" Terry says, still playing with the gem "especially in this low light," he says, absorbed in this specific crystal that honestly didn't look any different from the rest. He looks up and flashes you another smile, then pads out into the dim sunlight, tail held high "but add a little light and," he pauses, almost as if it were planned, the wind picks up and pushes a cloud from in front of the sun, letting its rays fall on the dull kiamara. When a stray beam catches the crystal beads, they light up as if they are on fire "they turn a rather lovely purple, don't they? And they glitter like violet stardust" Terry smiles softly. And sits quietly for a few moments, basking in the sunlight.

"I'm a writer," Terry finally explains. "hence the quill, I usually carry a notebook with me, but I don't seem to have it right now" he looks rather perplexed with this comment, then taps the space on his left shoulder with his chin; where his book is usually kept in a leather satchel. "The beads were a gift from a childhood friend, I have no idea where she got them from, she told me that these crystals were shards of a twilight crystal;" Terry didn't smile this time. For a moment, his eyes appear to lose their sparkle. Just as suddenly, he is himself again, and he continues to talk about these trinkets with his odd, musical accent "I believed her for the longest time, before I actually asked someone what the crystals were really called. I think I prefer my friend's name for them... And they do look much prettier by moonlight." he says, his voice taking on a wistful note. "My friend actually got me into reading fantasy novels, then encouraged me to write short stories of my own. These beads that she gave me actually served as inspiration for the first story I wrote."

Terry finally finishes. He sits happily for a few moments, then carefully stands up. It's time for him to go. He gives you a merry wave of his tail and disappears back into his home.

[totems]

Sorry trying out for a different kia atm, dropping out

[eli ayase]

is there a possible chance of an extension??

[bonk]

judging starts today at 5 pm pacific time
finish your forms

[Pyromaniacal]

Good luck to everyone!!

[bonk]

holy crap, there were so many INCREDIBLE forms.
the competition was very tough, i could tell you all put tons of time into making your posts
i have chosen 3 winners.
first place goes to Spottedsong, you had such a creative idea and i loved your form overall!
second place and a runner up goes to henley! i really liked how you described the feather and tail beads, and i also love chicago haha
third place and another runner up goes to pep! i loved your story, it was very well done.

runner ups should be up in the next couple days, so keep your eyes peeled!
thanks to everyone for participating, i wish i could give you all kias </3

please listen to this while you go over my form
username:
Spottedsong
kia name:
Amichai[AMME-ik-eYE] [Hebrew: My people are alive]
gender:
male

what the feathers/beads represent:



Tight. Tighter. Too tight, uncomfortably now. They rattle against his skin, filling him with a sense of dread. This isn’t what he wanted. The priest doesn’t look him in the eye as he attaches the large mulberry feather with the string. Too tight. There is one bead on the string, only one bead connecting him to his homeland.
There are no stars tonight.

He's known this day was coming. It's a day that everyone he's known has had to go through. That doesn't mean that it isn't overwhelming, however. The faces of everyone he's ever known and loved stare back at him with unrelenting gazes. His father doesn't have the sparkle of pride in his orbs, nor does his mother show any signs of the usual affection she usually does.
The stars are still black in the velvet sky.

It's been weeks now, and each wave of the giant feather is a tainted reminder of his exile. The single bead at the end of the string clicks against his tail repeatedly, telling him that he has to keep moving. He has to show that he is capable of becoming a full member of his home. But it's becoming harder and harder every day to function. Eating less, sleeping more, Amichai feels that his ancestor's stars are baking into his mishappen fur late at night.
The stars are there, but only glimmering softly.

The year mark has hit. He has only gained one more bead since then, but it is one that has it's own story, one that Ami can recall clear as starlight. Starlight that can be seen in his eyes, in his fur as he speaks about his day of forthcoming. He's still in exile, yes, but it's not as unbearable now. He still feels the tug in his feet as he travels farther and farther away from his homeland, calling him back.

__________________________________________________________________________

The day of forthcoming is a big day for anyone in the Livennwa tribe. It’s a day that symbolizes you becoming a true member of the tribe, of taking your place among the elders. It’s a day that can be described as terrifying, almost violent. But as traditions go, they are not usually changed by anything. Not by any of the initiates, not by any of the elders. There is little leeway on a topic such as this. It is something that everyone has grown up knowing, not caring about its orgins. Some things are not meant to be questioned.

On the day of the coming, the initiate is surrounded by everyone they have ever respected. They all look them dead in the eye, a placid look on their face as the head priest approaches the youngest. In his jaws there will be a string and a feather- a string with a single, luminous bead on it that gives off an almost intimidating glow. The string is placed tightly around a part of them- wherever the priest feels is strongest in the future of the young initiate. The words are read from a tattered scroll carefully, the same that have been repeated through the generations.

‘On this day, the day of judgement
A young soul is placed before me
A soul that is free of bindings to any place but themselves.
The day has come for those ties to be severed
For tribe is always before yourself.
You’ve been given these offerings as showing for the life you owe to this place
To this tribe
To this world
Use it wisely, young traveler.
Five years and one day you will return and take your place.’

And thus they are put into exile, not to see their family until five years and one day later. They are set off on a journey to show them just how hard it is to survive without the help of your tribemates. The exile isn’t to show how useless a kiamara is- it’s to show that it is alright to rely on others in times of trouble. During their exile, a kiamara is expected to leave and travel. To cities, through jungles, around parts of the world. A nomadic life can often be difficult, no matter how far away it is from a homeland.

Upon arriving in a new place, the initiate is expected to have a bead made for their strings, as close to the color of the first bead. Each bead has a backstory, one to share with the tribe upon return. They are the stories of difficulties and paradises past.

help amichai escape from his tribe! click the up arrow the jump over the tree stumps to avoid being captured.
by me- xxx by tenchibaka- x by Zera x

[Miavinn]

congrats you all <3

[Larson and Zoe]

Congrats!