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Username: pedunkle
Kias name: Java
Gender: female
Personality:
Shy, sweet, kind, mature, and tranquil
Kias name: Java
Gender: female
Personality:
Shy, sweet, kind, mature, and tranquil
Favorite item:
Java's by far most prized possession is a single Tawny barn owl feather.
When she was very young her parents died from unknown causes leaving her alone in this world. As she grew older she learned to be self-sufficient. Java also learned that life is not to be taken for grated, so she makes it a point to be kind and generous to Kias that are less fortunate then her self. One day, years after her parents died, she decided to go back to her old house. It was abandoned and rickety from years without care. Java delicately walked up the stairs and through the hallways, letting all of the memories seep in. She finally came upon her parents room. She stood in the doorway trying to understand the emotions that where bombarding her young body. Java then collected herself and walked into the room. Everything was caked in a thick layer of dust, so she took great care in moving slowly and not kicking it up. For some reason she felt herself drawn to the closest. She anxiouslyopend the door. On the rack hung her mothers clothing. Java carefully looked through them all. On the very far end was her mothers wedding dress. She reached out to touch it; it was cool and velvety, with lace embroidered around the cuff and neck line. Java's gaze drifted upwards, and came to rest where a small shoe box was sitting on the very top shelf. She stood on her tippy toes and just managed to lift up the box. She slowly walked out of the closet, shoe box in hand, towards her parents bed. Java sat down and opened the box. In it were photos and drawings of a dark furred Kiamara. She looked through them all but it took her a while to realize that they where of her. She sorted through all of the items, each one relating to her. A bottle, no doubt hers, a lock of hair, probably from her first hair cut, at the very bottom was a small feather, a Tawny barn owl feather.She slowly picked it up. At that moment she knew that her parents where planning to give her that feather. Java clutched it firmly in her palm. She quickly closed the box and put it up where she found it, closed the closet door, and rushed out of the house, still clutching the feather.
To this day she keeps the feather with her, in a pocket, or in a backpack, to remind her that there is always someone who loved her, it is her way of always keeping them with her.
Art:
by me
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(And I love how her number is 345 XD)
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