[SukarettoYanagi]

Username ;; ~Willow
Kia's Gender ;; Female
Kia's name ;; Keira
An object or symbol of importance ;; Jade beads
Why ;; Keira has a special connection to jade beads as they, to her, represent the time of year she was born. Spring time.

[toccata]

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Res
Wip
~You may well as know me as Paralight but that's not why you're here~

Cordelia is a spirited girl with high hopes and lavish dreams
Her symbol of importance is a single drop of rain. Why you may ask is because when you look through rain it gives you a whole new perspective while wondering "How could the world be seen like this?"

[PsiKenzie]

Reserved! <3

[king-rascal.]

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reserving <3

[christine,]

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[SkySmoke]

Username:
SkySmoke
Kia's Gender:
Female
Kia's name:
Saga
An object or symbol of importance:
Her notebooks
Why:
When she was younger Saga was a very chatty kiamara. She was constantly talking to anyone who would listen about absolutely anything. At first people found it charming. I mean, who can resist a well spoken child who wants to carry on a conversation? When she started school she made friends easily at first. She was the girl everyone wanted to play with and she loved being the center of attention. But then things started to change. Adults grew tired of listening to her stories and answering her questions. They would shoo her away or give her things to do to keep her busy. Kids at school stopped playing with her, saying she talked too much and never let anyone else have a turn making up games.

She will never forget the day she got her first notebook.

It was after school and she was in her room crying. Her mom came in and for the first time her normally chatty little girl was quiet. She heard her sniffling softly.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk anymore."

"Well why not?"

"Because. No one wants to listen. Even you and daddy. I try to tell you stories, or ask questions, and you tell me to go play, or give me chores. I don't have any friends at school anymore...they all say I never shut up. Everyone used to love my stories. I love telling them. I don't know what I did wrong..but I don't want to talk anymore. Maybe then people will like me."

Her mom thought for a moment before answering.

"It's not that no one wants to listen Saga, its that no one wants to listen ALL the time. You know how you like telling stories? Or making up games? Well, sometimes other people enjoy it too. But if you are always the one who is doing the story telling, then no one else gets the chance. You have an amazing imagination, and it would really be a waste if you stopped talking or telling your stories."

"I don't want to anymore...I want to have friends. And how am I supposed to know when I can tell a story and when I can't?"

"You will learn. I have an idea. Wait right here."

A few minutes later her mom came walking into the room carrying a notebook and a box of pens.

"This can be your story book. You can write all of your stories in here. Anything you want. And, if you want me to read them, I will. I can even write back if you want."

"Really? You would read them all?"

"Yes. Every single one. You just give it to me when you want me to read them and I will take the time to read them all. And in the mean time, at school, try to think of the book when you want to tell a story or make up a game. Tell your friends you have an idea and ask if they want to hear it. If they don't, just save it to put in the book later. That way, you still get to tell your stories, but everyone doesn't have to listen all the time."

Saga smiled and jumped into her mothers arms as she clung the notebook to her chest.

"Thanks mom."

The notebooks continued to be a form of communication between Saga and her mother her entire life. As a child, she wrote stories and her mom faithfully read and responded to every single one. As she became a teenager, they became more of a diary. She would write about things she wasn't comfortable talking about. She would ask her mom questions and her mom still read and responded to everything. Towards the end of high school they morphed into books of letters back and forth to each other. Saga still wrote stories, and sometimes poems. Her mom would recall stories of her youth and give Saga advice. Saga has kept every single notebook she's ever had and reads over them often. She still writes, but since her mom has passed there is no one to write back. Her dream is to one day find someone she is comfortable sharing her notebooks with.

[toady]

Username ;; toad.
Kia's Gender ;; male
Kia's name ;; Jacob
An object or symbol of importance ;; his leather necklace with a small finger bone.
Why ;; He is a scientist and loves to investigate bodies. He is super fascinated by fingers and how they work,so he spent most of his life studying them. The necklace shows his pride,interest,and research.

[albinoBroccoli]

Ahaa dude you did the thing from the tumbl

Really really pretty. Wish I could try out. And congratulations!

[huskyhiccups]

Username ;;
Epsilon.

Kia's Gender ;;
Male

Kia's name ;;
Keigan (Key - gan)

An object or symbol of importance ;;
Birds set free from their cage(s)(Like this/click)
But specially just birds. c:

Why ;;
Birds are important to him because he is gay. While he was "in the closet" he felt trapped like a bird locked up in it's cage.
When he came out to everyone saying he was gay, he suddenly felt set free and could finally be himself!

[Miavinn]

Username ☘ pine tree
Kia's Gender ☘ Female ♀
Kia's name ☘ Acacia
An object or symbol of importance ☘ Acacia has a glass encased four-leafed clover
Why ☘ When Acacia was younger, she and her mother would always go down to the Meadow. One clear, blue skied, summer day Acacia's mother told her the myth of the Four-Leafed Clover.
SPACE"Once, there was a little Kia. She had yet to earn her feathers and was without a family to care for her. She had been wandering aimlessly for days. The poor thing was bedraggled and skinny to the point of dropping with exhaustion. On the fourth day of walking, she came across a patch of clovers. They were a tad dull in color and had purple blossoms with bees buzzing around them. They were the most wonderful thing she had seen in awhile. Poking through them, she spotted one that was different from the rest. This on had four leaves instead of the usual three. Wondering how it came to be, she picked it out of its bushel and tied its long stem around her tail. As she was tying it, shiny catches her eye in the distance. She quickly finished off her knot and walked towards the silver sheen. The Kia stumbled into a beautiful meadow with a stream running through it, filled with fish and surrounded by berry bushes. A spark of joy lit up her eyes as she gazed around. She hurried over to the bushes and sniffed at them to make sure they weren't bird berries. Sensing that they were okay to eat, she quickly strips one of the bushes and moved onto the next. The Kia stayed by the stream and the food for a couple days and thinks about she came to be were she was now.
'If I never found that clover and tied it to my tail,' she says aloud, 'I never would have seen the shining water.'
The Kiamara smiles and looks at her clover. 'You must be my good luck charm.'
SPACEWhen the story had been finished, Acacia wanted to go looking for her own clover. Her other smiled and took her to a clover patch and they began there search. It took longer than thought. After a week of looking, Acacia finally found one. She beamed up at her mother triumphantly. Soon, before the clover could whither and die, Acacia's mom had it glass encased and attached to a brown leather string. The mother gave it to her as a gift and Acacia's had the clover and it's luck ever since then.