[Starbitee]

Username:
StarfaceTheGreat

Kia's name:
Jack

Gender:
Male

Extra:

[Sora Kurai]

OH MY GOSH!!! RESERVE! RESERVE! RESERVE!!! I will work on my form as soon as I get home!

[Airplane]

Username


That would be Airplane.
Hello!


Kia's name



Mirielle.
(Meer-ee-ell)



Kia's gender



I think this Kiamara would be a female.
I think she just had a feminine look.



Life?



Violin. That's her life. Everything revolves around her violin.

You see, Mirielle started playing the violin about a year ago. She's 14 now,
but even as a 13 year old, she would scream and cry and throw fits when she
was sad or angry. Her wise aunt recommended getting her a musical instrument
so she could express herself peacefully. So, her mother quickly ran to the nearby
music store and bought the cheapest thing there- a small violin. She wrapped up
in bright yellow striped wrapping paper and handed it to her moody daughter.
Mirielle didn't touch it for a week. She didn't even unwrap that happy delicate
wrapping paper. Maybe she got sick of it sitting in that corner, or she was told to,
but she finally took out that little string instrument. She played one note.

Then another.

And another.

Then she started getting lessons, reading the treble clef, and that crabby girl
was transformed into a bubbly, musical, violinist that saw the glass as half full.
Music can change a life, just as it can change tune.

[MintCat]

Aaaaahhhhhh~
This looks really cool!
Possible reserve....?

[Acorn.]

Username: Acorn.
Kia's name: Silver
Gender: Female
Extra: Reserved

[Lady Who]

Username:
Lady who
Kia's name:
Douglas
Gender:
male
Extra:
making art

[dr. pupper]

Username: I'm more commonly known as Sun Flower Studios, but you've probably noted that's not currently my name! As of now, my name is Pumpkin Studios. Nice to meet you!
Kia's name:
Atmosphere
Gender:
Male
Story:
Wip! :33
I wrinkle up my nose at the smell of pumpkins not at all far. "Why pumpkins?" I mumble in annoyance. Luminea only shrugged her shoulders. It was Halloween night, and my candy bag hung from my tail. It wasn't heavy at all, really, because I was very picky about candies. The ones I didn't want I gave to Lumi, the reason her candy bag was far bigger than mine. "Hey, how about we go in there?" I asked, nodding to a house. It was dark, and barely lit with eerie purple lights.

[Tiger111]

Username:
Tiger111
Kia's name:
Dusk
Gender:
Male
Extra:
coming *A*

[Grizzly Bear.]

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✞U S E R N A M E✞
Hello, I am Beautiful Sky, I was recently gifted kiamara 209 and I really would like to have this beautiful girl as my second!

✞N A M E✞
Her name would be Mercy Lena Brown II, everyone calls her Mercy

✞G E N D E R✞
I could only see her as female!

✞E X T R A✞
Why I choose the name~
Mercy L. Brown was a real girl who lived in Exeter, Rhode Island during the time of vampire panics(late 1800's). Now her history is very long to explain so I have provided a link to her history-X- This kimara, being Halloween themed, reminded me of Mercy's story and it just came to me!
Hope this counts as an extra
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[carmineflyer]

.:{Username}:.
PFDB123

.:{Kia's name}:.
Cha'kwaina

A young kiamara comes up and scribbles the name out just before you can read it properly. No. That isn't my name, now you know! I'm called Hidden. Okay? Hidden. Period. Nothing else.

Cha'kwaina is a Native American name that means "one who cries." Hidden has many reasons to forgo this name, and she only tells it to those she trusts.

.:{Gender}:.
Female

.:{Story}:.
"Get out demon! And stay out!" The older kiamara yelled at Cha'kwaina, who spat at the women's feet, then ran into the night. She snarled as she ran, spitting curses at the women for her beliefs. Demon?!?! I'm no demon! She mentally snarled in her head. Who cares if I just don't grow! Nothing, nothing is wrong with that! Kills innocents in the night to gain immortality, please. I'm just a kid! Stupid women. She ran still, trying to get as far away from the stupid villages and the burnt out husk of her old... Family. Cha'kwaina managed to spit the word out in her head, trying to make it as curt and harsh as she possibly could. Still, as she ran, the cold of the autumn began to grow in her, as did her doubt, the latter of which she quickly quenched with more rage. The first, however, wasn't as easily stopped, and she soon sought shelter under the leaves and branches of a large oak. However, she found that as she rested, the cold and doubt grew in her more, and she was soon running again, spitting curses at her old family in her head, filling herself with resentment and anger to keep herself going. Anger only got her so far though, and soon she felt fatigue and the cold bring her to a stop under a shelf of rocks. Crawling into a narrow crack -Ha! See, they are just stupid, being small sometimes is a good thing!- she tried to curl up and rest for just the smallest moment. As she slept, she dreamed, and she dreamed of things she often had wondered of, her true family.
The small child on the doorstep, wrapped in a blanket, a note clutched in its paw: Drank milk at 6:30 pm. Her name is Cha'kwaina. Please take care of her.
The couple opened the door, and took the child in, raised her under the name given to them in a letter: Cha'kwaina. An odd name, considering it meant "one who cries," but they were kind folk, and did what was bidden of them. The child grew under their care, but one day came were there wasn't "Daddy" anymore. The child asked were he was, and got only silence. An older women came, and for a time, all seemed normal again. But the child stopped growing, and under the once watchful eye of the last half of the kind couple, the old women, watched and muttered at this unusual behavior. The other children stopped playing with her, and she grew more distant. Then the day came were the old women reached her "logical conclusion."
"Get out demon!"
Cha'kwaina awoke with a start at this, at first frightened, like the child in her should be. Then she snarled at herself in anger for be so childish. Well that would end. Today.
"I am not a child!" She yelled at herself. Her face felt wet and she touched it. Feeling tears, she growled at herself, and dashed them away in anger, scratching part of her face. "Cha'kwaina. She who cries. I will not cry! I have to be strong now. I will hide my emotions." Thinking it over, she said to herself: "I am not Cha'kwaina anymore. I will be hidden. Hidden." She tested her new name, feeling the sound on her tongue. "I am now Hidden. I have always been Hidden." She tested her new story now. "I will not be a child."

Hope that isn't too long, if it is, please tell me and I'll change it.