[kittu]

Possible Reserve uvu <3

[.Missy.]

psttt

[Shaynn]

Dropping out. I just don't have time to make a quality form and I also have a friend who's trying out. I wish best of luck to other contestants!

[薄桜鬼]

• username;;
• kia's name;;
• favorite candy;;

reserve. <3

[Wileyfangs]

Don't steal my form bro
I will smite you I swear. BL

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username;;
Violet & Ivy-

"Hmm? Oh You're looking for Violet right? Well guys she's not here, but for some Skittles I can tell you where she is." This brightly green spotted, purple striped Kiamara walks up to you, her hair mane a gleaming dark purple that glimmers in the dim light of the room. "But first of all it's too dark in here. Let me go get the lights and then we can see a bit better." With a clap of her paws, the lights flicker on and she grins. "There we are much better, now ask away!"

Hello there everyone! My name is Violet and Ivy and I must say it is a pleasure to be here! I'm just one person with two different names and though many call me Vi, or Ivy, Violet will work just fine.

kia's name;;

"The name's Khole duh. Not Chloe. But Cole, just with a 'KH' instead of a 'C'. My full name is Nicole Mergan, but I just want to be called Khole. It doesn't have any special meaning or anything as far as I know." The grey kiamara huffed and shook her tail lightly. "I never did understand that with the whole name thing. I'd just be happy if someone named me Skittles." Her eyes light up and she drools for a moment. "S k i t t l e s...ugh no one's fed my addiction to Skittles in so long~

That's right folks, this here is Khole. And no she's not a boy. She's a girl. Anyhow I came up with the name Khole, because well, she reminds me of a tomboy I once knew who's real name was actually Chloe, but she changed it to Cole. Reason being she thought Chloe was a stupid name and Cole for her just sounded more mature, more exciting. Well I chose Nicole for that exact same reason, because it's girly, but Khole only wants to be known as Khole so to share her real name with you she'd have to trust you enough for you to be friends, because for her to reveal such an -in her own words- "uncool, girly" name would mean her reputation right there.


favorite candy;;

"Well truthfully I don't have a favorite candy, my friend I have an addiction. My doctor told me so and everything and the only way to feed my addiction is through skittles....and mountain dew bro." Khole smirks widely, her eyes growing lidded as she thinks of her skittles and mountain dew. "I love Skittles, especially with Mountain Dew."

Okay so Skittles. Bro do you not see this Kiamara? It is a rainbow gone so terribly right! I'm sorry but with those colors Skittles are the best I can come up with. She'll never call them her favorites either, only her addiction because she'll get hyper enough on pixie stix, but with skittles -and Mountain Dew- she's a raging beast of wild fur.

Gender;;

"Woah, woah, alright bub let's get something straight her. I am a girl. Not a guy. A girl. Feminine, okay? I just don't want to be a girly one that's all." She huffs and turns away from you, her tail flickering. "Like honestly bro, I hate pink so much it astounds me and you'll /never/ -I don't know how many times I'll have to say this today- ever, catch me wearing a dress. Especially a pink one!" She speaks with so much conviction about it you doubt even Skittles could get her to change her mind.

Alright then, if you didn't catch it, Khole is a girl. I couldn't help myself with this one, I swear. You can try if you want to get her to be, ahem, a young lady, but you won't get too far. You won't even gent in inch if it involves dresses. Reason being Khole's mother used to love putting her in such pretty, pink dresses when she was younger and young Khole hated them with a passion. Now when she so much as spots a dress heading in her direction she'll take off like a madwoman. Even faster if it has just even a hint of pink on it too.

Age

"Hmmm that's a bit personal bro...unless of course you have some Skittles to trade for..." She smirks at you and then rolls her eyes. "Heh I'm just messin'. I'm 18 years old now," she says smugly. "That day I got a whole truckload of Skittles and I'm still not done with it!" She looks starstruck at the thought of her horde. "Now if only I could find some Mountain Dew..."

Okay so the age isn't too big of a deal is it? Personally I think 18 suits her well if only because she's like a young adult/teen that never really wants to grow up but doesn't really have a choice. I figure 18 is that right age where this happens most, plus my newfound love of the number 8 didn't really help. :B

Birthday;;

" Woah there, boys, gettin a little personal here or what?" The grey Kiamara eyes you in mock severity. "You know this and that age question back there were incredibly indecent of you, you realize this right? You should never ask a woman her age!" She holds herself in a high standing pose, her nose in the air and eying you in mock contempt for a moment before bursting out laughing. "HAHAHAhahaha! W-Woo...oh god my mom would've been so proud of me right then I swear!" Giggling she walks over towards you with a wide Cheshire grin on her face. "Heh I'm just messin guys chill out. My b-day's on November 6th and let me tell you I will love you for eternity if you bring me a truck load of Skittles and Mountain Dew."

November 6th is the time I chose because well I love November because it's still Autumn and while October would've been a better choice to some, I think perhaps October birthdays are a bit overused. Not to say it isn't interesting to actually be born on Halloween or the Eve of Halloween, but well between Halloween and Christmas, Thanksgiving is truly the most unappreciated holiday and it's whole gist or meaning is to Give thanks, which is something many still forget to do. So November 6th is the day young Khole was born.

Zodiac:

"Oh geez this stuff? Bro I hope you're not one of those weird types that thinks I'm compatible with someone just because of my signs..." She grins and watches you curiously before shrugging. "Well to be honest I'm a Scorpio. Yep that's right, mean vile Scorpio right here." She smirks and rolls her eyes. "Good thing I don't believe in that Star sign stuff. You guys shouldn't either, it's a load of baloney."

Scorpio- You’re an emotional being, and you take it to the limits. In fact you need overkill to feel really alive. You also want approval, though you don't often verbalize that. You give 100 percent of yourself to those you love, and expect the same, if not more, in return. There are definitely no half measures in your attitude to love.

You are demanding of yourself and others, but when you give your heart to someone you're very loyal. You are committed to anything you do, including relationships — you absolutely adore the idea of love. It's a challenge that excites you.

You turn heads whenever you walk into a room — you are the strong, silent type, and you have a magnetic aura. You have something that's hard to put your finger on but makes it nearly impossible for people to ignore you.

Okay so Scorpio kind of suits her if only because she can be a little bit over emotional at times and tends to give and get back. She doesn't believe in it though, much to the surprise of many because she knows that just looking at stars doesn't predict your future. She'll make her own future, thank you very much and it won't have a thing to do with because of what the stars told her.

Chinese Zodiac:

"Psh. Take a hint bro, I don't believe in that stuff!" Rolling her eyes however she huffs and tells you anyway. "I was born in the year of the Pig. At least that's what the Internet says." She shrugs and waits impatiently for your next question.

Year of the Pig- Occupying the last position in the Chinese Zodiac, the 12th, the Pig symbolizes such character traits as diligence, compassion, and generosity. Pigs enjoy life and because they are entertaining, others enjoy their company. Pigs are giving souls and reap much enjoyment when they’re helping others, but sometimes they give too much. Honesty is what Pigs give and it’s what they expect to receive in return.

Pigs seek peace and will do what is necessary to maintain it. This trait, while admirable, sometimes makes it easy for others to take advantage of Pigs. Pigs are always doing for others, helping anyway they can, but rarely will they ask others for help. This can overwhelm and stress them, but Pigs don’t mind.

When it comes to money, Pigs enjoy spending more than saving. They gravitate towards name brand items. Thriftiness happens only occasionally, but Pigs do know how to find great deals.

How odd for young Khole to have such a completely different Zodiac sign than before, but then again Chinese Zodiac signs are often more spot on then people realize. Khole is generous in her own right and can't help it. Being born in 1995, she is 18, she has learned much about herself as she grew up.

Native American Symbol:

"Really? My Native american one too?" Raising an eyebrow at you she smirks. "If I said that was personal what would you do?" When you only shrug and glance away she chuckles. "Oh geez, okay, it's the snake man. It's always the snake!" She giggles then and turns away.

Snake-Most shamans are born under this Native American animal symbol. The Snake is a natural in all matters of spirit. Easily attuned to the ethereal realm the Snake makes an excellent spiritual leader. Also respected for his/her healing capacities, the Snake also excels in medical professions. The Snake's preoccupation with matters intangible often lead others to view them as mysterious, and sometimes frightening. True, the Snake can be secretive, and a bit dark - he/she is also quite sensitive, and caring. In a supportive relationship the cool Snake can be passionate, inspiring, humorous, and helpful. Left to his/her own devices, the Snake can be despondent, violent, and prone to abnormal mood swings.

Well I believe that Khole here is a bit sensitive to other people's feelings as well as her own, but she's too relaxed to admit it. Or she pretends to be. She's wonderful at pretending and can fool anyone into thinking something one way when it's really the other. she knows this well and often tries not to do it, because of conflicted feelings she'll have about it.

Current Occupation;;

"Ugh my job? Please, don't make me talk about it, it's too gruesome for even me!" She cries out dramatically, paw draped over her eyes. She breaks the role when she begins to snicker. "Psh! Hehe, just kidding!" She sits back down and chuckles quietly at you. "My job, or 'current occupation', right now is working at the Candy Shoppe down Luriline Lane." She grins and winks at you. "We get all the best shipments of candy from all over the world. And the Skittle fountain I made is perfect!" She grins widely at you, her orange eyes gleaming brightly. "Heh and we don't just sell candy either ya know. Baked sweets and frosty drinks are always there to choose from. We always have some happy customer or another and to be honest I love my job. It's funny, you'd think a girl like me would hate being around all those sunny, outgoing people all the time, but honestly I'd only hate it if it were fake." She smiled lightly and gazes off into space, thoughtful. "But you know little kids and heck even teens who come there, they're not fake about what they do." She grins widely and relaxes. "It's not just a candy shop either....not to me."

Okay so I chose a candy shop....Don't judge me please. I chose it for the fact of both being an avid candy lover myself and well...Willy Wonka. Like I requested please don't judge me, but honestly I could see Khole becoming like the female, awesomely loud version of Willy Wonka and making candy that the whole world would love. But her addiction to Skittles would so get in the way! X3 Just kidding, Khole here loves candy, but namely Skittles, and well she likes the idea of owning something like a candy store, but she'd rather have the Candy Shoppe if she were to become the owner, if only so she could make it a great place for everyone. For her the Candy Shoppe's been around since she was a pup and she loves it there. And even though she's nearly an adult, no matter how many times she tries to hide it, she can't help but love being responsible for the smiles she gets from those who are happy there.

Sexuality;;

"Wo-hoa~ Where'd this question come from bro? You tryin to start somethin here?" She asked but her eyes were playful and she was grinning widely. "That's real personal where I come from man. But don't sweat it. She smirks at you though, her expression suddenly coy and flirty. "You tryin to hook up with me bro? I mean I know I'm a looker and all but wow, that's pretty bold of ya." The blush that covers your cheeks at her teasing does nothing to help you as you stammer through but mercifully she cuts you off. "I'm bisexual my friend, but for personal reasons I lean towards girls. Why I'm not sure and I don't know. But I do know that well I feel how I feel. Girls and guys are hot." She states it so simply as if it's a common fact and she winks at you teasingly. "Not that you're too bad lookin yourself or anything though."

Khole is bisexual. She simply knows that she likes guys and she likes girls. Both are hot and well there's nothing wrong with it. Back where she's from however, you don't exactly get a lot of praise for finding out you aren't straight and often times she was ridiculed for it. Part of the reason she's so accepting today. She thinks that love is love for everyone and no one should ever be tied down to someone they don't love. However playing with people's hearts isn't cool with her either and while sometimes a flirt, Khole makes sure that she doesn't lead anyone on while doing it. It's almost always in jest.


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Her Personality;;

"Oh my personality eh? Erm....well dependin' on who you ask, you may find I'm a bit weird. I mean c'mon look at me. Weird looks totally awesome on me." Khole smiles widely at you, her orange eyes gleaming against the green whites of them. She looks amused and greatly so as she gazes at you. "A lot of Kia's would probably say I'm weird, but the few who may or may not give me another glance, well....here's some of the things they've had to say about me."

Loud

"To the average shy nerd, I am the most rambunctious, weird and out of control Kiamara around, but from the ones that'll actually look at me, I've been told that I'm not out of control, just bright and loud. And I suppose with my coloring that would be understandable." She grins then and shrugged. "After all it helps to gain attention and well I do love attention."

Khole is loud. She's not quiet, or shy, or even reclusive. In fact she's bold, loud and ready for anything. Often times she's described as brash or even reckless, but in all truth Khole is just a loud mouth who never understood the word quiet. To her the world is far too quiet and that's why we have so many problems now. Rather than be the shy girl waiting, Khole is loud and personal and if she thinks you're worth it she'll do whatever it takes to get to know you.

Honest

" Okay who told you I can't lie?" The darkly striped Kiamara demands as she looks up at you. "I suck at lying bro. I've tried so many times and even if I do tell one I feel so guilty and it eats me up inside so badly I just have to spill!" Groaning the female sighs and looks back at you with a slight pout. "Especially if they gave me Skittles and are my buds...I-I just can't..."

Khole has a gift. It's the gift of being honest. Problem is, she can't help but be because she hates the feeling of deceiving someone and walking away. So she always has to tell the truth, because then she won't feel terribly guilty. It works out that she's one of those types of Kiamaras that loves to be truthful, but the thing is she can never tell a lie. Not a good one without freezing up or messing up. The guilt just eats her up inside and she just can't help herself.

Accepting

"Chill? Well I am pretty lax about a lot of things, but I don't think chill is the word you're looking for. I think that's acceptance." Khole smiles quietly. "A lot of things that would generally bother people, I don't really care too much about. Like, ya know, gender roles or what gender to be with or heck even what religion you believe in." Humming softly Khole looks over at the window thoughtfully. "Thing is, I just feel that it's your life and that you shouldn't be judged on how you want to live it. If you want to be with a guy and your a guy then go for it bro! You wanna believe in some mythical God that no one's ever heard of, then if that's your thing do it! Live your life the way you want to and not how others want to because guess what? In the end you're the one going through it and you're the only one who can change it."

For Khole acceptance is everything. Now if you want to accept something or not is up to you. As a young pup Kiamara always had to deal with not being accepted what with her coloring and how she acts and how she is. Her own mother wouldn't accept her for who she is and kept trying to change her. To be accepted is a great thing for Khole and she often is there to support those who need it most. She can understand why acceptance is needed and so that's why she doesn't make such a huge deal out of every problem that going around today. Instead she tries to be open-minded as much as she can.

Elusive

"Elusive eh?" Smiling quietly Khole shakes her head, her dark mane shifting from the movement. "Well I've been told that I'm not one to stick around and that's true. Often times...I tend to drift. Not because I want to, but well because I have to." Sighing she looks away and for the first time since you began questioning her, you see a glimmer of sadness in her eyes. "I just can't connect well enough to stay around any longer than I need to. However when my friends need me, I tend to drift back." Smiling sadly Khole rolls her shoulders back.

Well yes, Khole tends to be a bit elusive. One minute she's the life of the party, but don't be surprised that while the party's pumping on it's own, she'll slip away. She does this because she feels that she needs to start something, but when it's going and able to function without her she'll be gone. Somethings though she just can't leave behind and it worries her to be so close to others sometimes. If only because she's worried of how she'll affect them. Funny thing is many don't want her to go, but when the need takes her she's off.

Picky

"Well I am a bit picky here and there and not to be a snob or anything but isn't everyone?" The young Kiamara looks back at you with a quiet grin. "I mean I have to pick my friends, and my rivals, and my crushes and the people I care about. I mean who isn't picky where this is involved? You never want the mistake of picking the wrong person." Her ears flicker and she hums softly. "So yes I am pretty picky about people, but when it comes to Skittles bro just give me a pack and I'll be good!" She grins and winks at you humorously.

Khole is known to be fussy. Extremely fussy over who she hangs out with, why she hangs out with them and if they're close. Reason being when you're often the life of the party, you find that others will use you and will gravitate towards you a lot, but you gotta be prepared to when they leave you when the party's over. Khole doesn't like that about being such a magnetic Kia, so she tries to separate her friends, the ones that will stand by her side no matter what she does or where she's going, and the 'group' she chills with.

Irresponsible

The darkly stripped Kiamara looks over at you and cocks her head to the side before sighing. "This isn't about the time I lost that Cadillac that one time is it?" Rolling her eyes, Khole sighs quietly and turns away. "Ya see, I was on my own and well I was on a sugar rush and well I was in a bad neighborhood and well...I sort of got distracted and lost the car." Tail flickering she notices your surprised expression and she shrugs. "I don't know what happened man, I was just chillin one minute and then the next well..." She shrugs again not sure how else to explain and then huffs in sudden irritation. "Nobody'll ever let me live it down though..." Pouting she stalks off for a moment to the couch and lies down.

Okay so like every teenager, Khole is irresponsible. It's not that she chooses to be but she's not very good at making the best decisions and well she tends to crack a bit under pressure. She doesn't like being told she is irresponsible though because of her mother's nitpicking back when she was younger. It hurts her feelings sometimes and well she just can't deal well with criticism. Also like a teenager she tends to react defensively about it.

Compassionate

Still miffed by the irresponsible thing, Khole doesn't respond to the question quite as eagerly as before and huffs softly at you. However as time progresses you see her relax and she looks back at you with a mixture of skepticism and apologetically, an odd expression to say the least but one she pulls off nonetheless. "Compassionate? Hmm, You notice she tends to get a bit more subdued when it comes to something like this, such as with the Acceptance question you asked earlier. You wonder why. "Well everyone has a story. And some...some are too afraid to tell it even when they want for others to ask them their story," her eyes get this strange lost far away look in them before she shakes her head. "Understanding is something no one should ever be denied. Villains in comic books...they only became villains because they were misunderstood, and because no one ever lent them an ear out ya know?" Sighing Khole shakes her head. "Criminals too. Everyone who's always being given a bad rep because they did something bad or terrible, but...really they just wanted someone to listen to them before they did it. That's just the problem though...no one's willing to listen." For the second time during this questionnaire you see the shadow of sadness flicker in her eyes before she shakes it off like dust and looks to you for the next question.

Compassion is something Khole has a weakness for. To be compassionate means you share that persons problems as if they were your own. It hurts a lot too, to be this way and often Khole thinks of it as a curse, but truthfully it's a blessing. She can never turn a blind eye to someone in need and can never just walk away without figuring out what's wrong. She'd do anything to she could to help too and often times she touches people's hearts in ways they never would have noticed. To many Khole has a bit of a healing spirit and wants nothing more than to take away the pain from others which of course makes people draw towards her like a magnet. It's odd for her to think about it though.

Life of the Party

The kiamara perks up exceptionally at that with a smirk she pulls out her glowsticks and neon green shutter shades and puts them on with a flourish. "Did someone say party?" Her grin seems almost maniacal as she leaps down from the couch. "Bro I love a good party. In fact I'm always throwing one!" She smirks again at you and winks. "I simply always have a throw a party when I'm down or need to cheer someone up. It's simply my only way. Also skittle fountains are so sweet to have a party. I can chug a whole gallon of Mountain Dew with the stuff." When she pulls out some Skittles and Mountain Dew you feel an odd sense of foreboding. "Of course the crash that comes with it can be pretty bad, but that's the price to pay with having so much sugar!" Toasting her soda to you she guzzles it down in seconds and soon she was munching on Skittles. Your sense of foreboding grows as she begins giggling manically and you can tell from the gleam of her eyes that she's having a sugar rush. Your fears are confirmed when she starts zipping around.

You've been knocked out. What happened? You feel as if you've been run over by a moving truck. Oh god your head. What happened? You crack open your eyes and find yourself on the couch next to Khole, wearing a lampshade on yoru head and your shirts flipped inside out surprisingly, who's nursing an ice pack onto her head. She looks over at you and groans softly and after a glance around you realize the place is a mess and wow there are a lot of people on the floor. "Bro I'm sorry, but oh gawd my head~" She moans out pitifully and you feel a twinge of pain behind your temple. However you continue on with the questions despite your headache. "Skittles why~"

Alright so Khole is an odd little Kiamara. She seems to enjoy going against standards and has a good time with others just by being herself. But watch out. She's really touchy about her personal past and has a hard time coming to grips with it. She's a beautiful girl but because of certain 'accidents' that have happened in her life she's a bit too scared to open up about it. Truth be told she finds it so much easier to help others with their problems than to try helping herself which is just backwards. Then again however a lot of things in life are.
Her Hobbies;;

At the mention of hobbies Khole groans, not feeling up to answering anything, but then again you don't really feel like asking, but the questions must be finished sooner or later. When moaning pitifully doesn't work, Khole eventually gets on with it and for that you couldn't be more thankful. "Ugh well...I tend ta...ugh...go to the skate park sometimes and well I love playing video games." She mutters, squinting her eyes at you before clapping her paws. The sound makes you both groan, but the lights flicker off and it's soothing to your aching head. She shifts on the couch and hands you an icepack. "Also partying too is a huge deal and well so is dancing. I love dancing..."

Poor Khole.

The Gamer-
Khole spends her time between playing video games often times with her Xbox 360 kinect and her 3ds. She'll play awesome games like Animal Crossing New Leaf, Pokemon X and Y (she has both), Assassin's Creed and many more. She enjoys classic games too, like Mario, the original version, Pokemon Green Leaf and much more.

The Dancer-
Well when Khole was younger she used to want to do ballet. Well now that she's older she appreciates ballet, but it's not her style. She's more into tap dancing, waltzes, shuffles, the electric slide and much more. She's always willing to get up and dance if no one else is and she will try to get you to join, make no mistake. Even if it's just the conga, Khole is always willing to dance.

The Skater-
Along with gaming and dancing, this slick chick is pretty rad with a board. She loves skateboarding and can be found down at the skate parks often when no one else is around, practicing sweet tricks and rad flips on her board. She hopes to go surfing and snowboarding too someday, just to see what it feels like. She's even been known to skate while eating Skittles too.

The Party-
As we already know Khole can keep the party pumping, but the thing is she's like the Pinkie Pie of the Kiamara world. She simply has to throw a part for some reason or another and when it's all done and over with she can sit quietly knowing she did well. Thing is it's not just a party to Khole, but it's well a way of enjoying yourself and helping others enjoy themselves. She loves nothing more than to throw huge parties and even when the party's over and everyone's left, she can take pride in the fact that that night or day she made someone happy and that's good enough for her.

Her fears;;

"Fears?" You notice how she tenses and then sighs, turning away from you. You hold the icepack to your head and wait as she mulls over what to say. She has to be completely honest however with you either way and well she said before that she can't lie so for Khole you suppose there's no way of running from this one. When she turns back to you, you know she's going to tell the truth simply because of the grim look in her eyes one that looks so out of place for one so young. "Yeah I've got fears...plenty of em. One's that...that I won't be able to....to...help. That one day I'll just become so overwhelmed and that I won't care anymore. That I'll end up like my mother not caring about anything or anybody other than herself." The words come out bitter and there is a deep sadness in her eyes that shouldn't be there. You know it shouldn't because it just doesn't look natural. "And the other one is that...while I'm stuck caring so much about others that in the end I didn't help anyone. That instead I made their lives harder and more complicated and that I-I'll never be able to be understood. That I couldn't make a difference."

So yes as explained above two of Khole's biggest fears are that well she won't be able to help anyone period and that well she didn't change or make anything easier for anyone. She does what she does to make others happy and to try being there for others. She can't handle being sad all the time herself so how does she expect someone else to? That's why she is who she is and why she's this strange wildly sweet and supportive girl who just wants nothing more than to be there for someone and to know that what she's doing is the right thing. That she is making a difference in someone's life and that she can give them something to smile about instead.

Her Dreams;;

Once the time for fear telling is over, Khole seems to relax a bit and perk up a little and you can see her fur lie flat again. She's calm for once an odd way to describe this animated girl indeed, but one that works nonetheless. She tilts her head at you when you ask about the dreams she has and she hums looking away again, eyes averted for only a moment before she's looking back at you again. "What are my dreams?" She murmurs as she looks at you and it's with a shock that you notice her green and orange eyes are nearly glowing in the dark room making her seem almost like a cat. My dreams were always about making others happier, because the world's always harder and rougher and sometimes The grey Kiamara eyes you in mock severity. ”you don't get a second chance to make everything right and then you realize that you'll never get to make things right again so I want to give others that chance." She doesn't respond to the question quite as eagerly as before and huffs softly at you. However as time progresses you see her relax and she looks back at you with a mixture of skepticism and apologetically, an odd expression to say the least but one she pulls off nonetheless. There are tears in her eyes that gleam faintly as they roll down her darkly striped cheeks. "My dream is to make it through life...and to help others do the same thing...because you never know what you had until it's gone."

What is Khole talking about here? Well that will be explained a little later on, but here Khole's biggest dream in life wasn't what she wanted to be. She's already what she wanted to be. A teenager and while that's not a lot to you for her it's everything. No Khole's biggest dream in life is to help others make it through just one more day, just one more hour without pain and without suffering. Strangely enough Khole tends to be a bit deeper than she means to be and can confuse others with her strange meanings of this, but to those who understand what it's like to live a life and realize "I don't have anyone with me" can make it pretty hard to live with. You've probably noticed how dedicated Khole is to helping people and others and soon you'll figure out why.

What she loves;;

Eventually after comforting her for a little bit to which she complains about being such a baby and you reassure her that she's not you're both back to asking and answering questions. She's a bit calmer now that tears aren't pouring out of her eyes and when you ask her something trivial such as what she loves she relaxes easily into the couch. "Skittles!" shouts and you both wince at the volume of her voice. "Er whoops, sorry," she says sheepishly as she grins at you. "But yeah besides Skittles and parties I love being up late at night, I love the mountains, I love treasure hunting, skateboarding and well video gaming. I also love boat rides, the rain and well I love watching the time of the day where it's Dusk and it's a mixture between dark and night and it's absolutely awesome to watch."

So then now we know what it is that Khole loves most and while they aren't really a lot, they mean something valuable to her.
Being up late means she won't miss anything while the night goes on and the moon is full and it's simply just the perfect time to be out with the cool breeze in your fur and nothing but you and the dark that feels quite safe and sound. The mountains means she likes to achieve and go to higher places. But she has to get through the obstacles of life to get there. Treasure hunting means she enjoys the joy of finding something new or old that no one knows about and she appreciates the sentimental value more than it's actual value. Skateboarding and Video gaming are just that I'm afraid. No symbolic references there unless you count beating up bad guys on your 3ds and jumping a half pipe. Boat rides however for her mean she enjoys going to knew places both near and far and that she's not shy to the changes in life. The rain means a new day, or a new dawn and Khole thinks it has something to do with cleansing so if you find her out there you can guess that she's showering. And well as for Dusk, to her it's the time in everyone's life where the darkness they feel and the light they feel collide into something more, something important, but she can never put her paw on it.

What she hates;;

When asked about what it is that she hates, Khole hums quietly and doesn't speak for a moment, mulling over her thoughts. You're both fairly relaxed around each other which is not something you expected, but there's something about Khole that puts you at ease. So when she speaks you're surprised to hear it laced with venom. "If there's one thing I hate, so so so so so much it's when a person tells me they don't like me and yet they haven't spoken to me. Like I'm the reason their life is so hard and yet they haven't said no more than two words to me to my face, but talk about me behind my back." She huffs angrily. "That just ticks me off." She growls her orange eyes gleaming darkly. "Or how about when people see you and they try to change you or control how you should be? Yeah I've never been too great with that either. If you want to change me then you're going to have to be me and since I'm the only one who can do that then it's a stupid idea." The way she's growling you can tell that both offenses have been done to her many times if not more from the agitated way she sits. You notice a Mountain Dew on the floor and you hand it to her despite knowing your best interests.

Okay so basically Khole hates fake people. She can't stand them. What I mean is she hates that when talking to her they don't say a thing to her but when she's not around or turned the other way they have plenty to say about her. She calls them cowards because that's what she thinks that they are. However if they know a thing or two about her before they actually say something the she supposes it's just their opinion and she doesn't mind it. She doesn't like being judged when someone simply just takes a look at her.

Khole also hates people who are controlling or heck even total buzzkills. They get on her nerves like nothing else and she can't stand them. Especially when she's trying to have a good time and there they are complaining or crying about something trivial. She could understand if the situation was worrying or dire, but if it's just about the music being too loud or the food not being from a certain place then Khole doesn't have time for it. She loves helping people but there are some people even she's not willing to help.

Her strengths;;

The question of her strengths comes into play and young Khole hums softly as she thinks about it. "My strengths? Hmm well my ability to party all night and have a blast counts as a strength right? She chuckles quietly. "Besides that I think my willingness to help others is a strength and so is my never say die attitude." She grins and then lays down. "Don't have time to be worrying about what ifs you know. Gotta keep moving forwards." She smiles warmly and then looks off lost in her thoughts for a moment.

Khole's strengths are as follows:
☢Her confidence helps her to stay on task and hardly ever wavers.
☢Her helpful attitude helps to keep her and others on the right track.
☢Her Never-Say-Die attitude has done nothing but inspire others and keep her motivated.
☢Her ability to create a party out of virtually nothing is definitely a strength in helping cheer others up.

Her flaws;;

"Flaws huh? Heh I got plenty. She grins almost proudly about that fact and shakes our her fur. "There's hardly any person on the Earth who doesn't have them and if they say they don't then they're lying and that's a flaw right there." She smiled quietly as she shakes out her man and looks up thoughtfully. "One flaw of mine is the ability of selective hearing which means I don't exactly listen very well unless it's something I actually would like to hear." She chuckles. "Also see the ability of inattentiveness comes into play often in my line of work and so does well being irresponsible and well sometimes being a little selfish, but other than those and a few hundred others I think I'm good."

Khole's flaws are as follows:
☢ She's not too great at listening when it's something she doesn't like and has selective hearing.
☢ She's very irresponsible, as we've already discovered.
☢ Her attention span is a bit short and she can't really sit still for a long period of time.
☢ She's childish and tends to behave like a teenager all the time for the most part.


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Where is she from;;

At the question of where she's from our young Khole freezes up for a moment and mentally seems to be at a debate with herself. You can tell she doesn't want to tell you, but her honest nature makes it hard for her not to. Perhaps it's the way her orange eyes flick to you but you can already tell that whatever it is she's thinking about, she's going to tell you. You can see that already. You wait a while longer until at last she speaks. "You gotta know this ain't easy for me to admit ya know...." Khole then sighs and looks away and you can see she's even more reluctant to speak now than before. Her body language tells you that it's a very touchy subject, the tenseness in her shoulders, the tightness around her eyes and if the flattened ears weren't any indication then her voice was certainly one. It was devoid of any emotion at all. "I-I was born in New Bern, North Carolina, one of the most boring towns I've ever been in...As well as the place that...that I lost my family...." Khole sighed quietly but doesn't state anything else.

Where's she been;;

When the topic changes it seems as if the terseness slips away from Khole and soon before you realize it you have the 'old' Khole back with you. You notice there's a certain trend that happens with anything even remotely related to her past or perhaps her family. It's odd, but it may just be another quirk of Khole's that you need to read into. Anyhow when the topic of her family is passed over, Khole relaxes fairly enough and you see her hum thoughtfully. "Hmm well let's see.....I've been to Germany during my high school years. I've been to France too. I've gone to Hawaii and well I've been told to go to Vegas, but I dunno too much about that. I've been to Florida though and California. Colorado and heck even Washington D.C." She grins quietly. "I've gone to Illinois once and found that I liked it there. And then I went to Texas!" You're slightly surprised by how easily she named all the places that's she's been to, but you suppose you shouldn't be. She said that she's been known to roam. You suppose that she didn't mean in just one state or country.

Okay so Khole loves to travel obviously. She's been known to roam out of countries or even states and well she'll actually walk along the border between the states and just keep walking until at last she's done. It's a weird thing for her to do yes, but she finds it rather relaxing and even very insightful. She thinks of people she's met when she does this and of people she might meet. It helps her find some peace to her crazy life and it's easy to become lost when you don't truly have a destination. She just goes wherever the wind takes her, but when you need her to she'll stay with you during your time of need or fear. And once that's passed then she's off again, perhaps to help someone else or to enjoy the simple things in life. She may be picky about who her true friends are, but she's never picky about who she needed to help, even if she doesn't like you.

Her Family;;

Biting her lip Khole doesn't respond and it's with a heavy heart as you realize you know why. Her inferences to them have throughout the whole conversation have been terse and very much closed off. She doesn't like to talk about them you know by now. "I only had a mother...and a brother. I never knew my father." She whispers softly. "I would ask about him and my mom would get mad, say he died, except I knew he didn't. She never told me the truth until I was 8...My dad he didn't want to be a dad. He was wild, rowdy, out of control like me, except....he didn't care about us." Khole's words were devoid of any emotion but even you can sense the pain she's trying to hide. You're starting to regret having to ask this question. "He only cared about himself...until...until my brother....my brother started to be successful in school...my brother was starting to be known..." Khole was biting her lip now, her eyes so brightly colored before now dull with the past. With memories. "He even had the nerve to come back to us...but mom wouldn't let him. I was too young to realize why...but as I got older.... I understood but by then it was too late... my brother and my father had been talking when it happened." Khole's eyes were wet. "I was outside and playing with my toys and.....I didn't hear it coming. I didn't hear my mom, or the car honking. I didn't even notice it. M-My brother.... h-he pushed me out of the way and.....I-I fell in the grass...." You're regretting this. You know you are when your heart clenches up so tightly as you watch the tears fall down her cheeks. "My father blamed me when he didn't wake up. He yelled and growled and hissed at me....but I was only 8 then. I didn't know.... He disappeared soon after...but it was my mom....who suffered. She closed off from me.... wouldn't hardly acknowledge me. Would hardly speak to me. I grew up in silence to the point where I hated it...."

Khole has a mother (Mrs. Mergan), a father (Judith) and she had an older brother (Ash). As you can see she takes her older brother's passing very hard and deep inside she thinks it's her fault despite what anyone who knows her well enough has said. Her mother doesn't deny it, but she doesn't support it either. Strict as always Mrs. Mergan doesn't say a word to Khole unless it's something critical these days. Khole doesn't really know what to do about her, but now that she's 18 there isn't much she can do. Instead she accepts the idea that it is her fault and she's taken it to heart. That's also the reason she roams so much and tries not to get too attached. The idea of a family scares Khole because she knows how her own acted and she's afraid to turn into her parents. She loves children though, but she simply can't accept responsibility for them without that fear. One day she hopes she'll be over it, but right now it hardly seems as if she will.

I made up the idea of these Kiamaras for her story, but don't worry they're not real Kiamaras and I don't plan on making them. They're sole purpose is for Khole's story.

Who she's met;;

When asked whom's she's met on her journeys, Khole hums softly in thought. "Who have I met? Well I've met plenty of people, but a few ones that would be pretty hard to forget would probably be some friends of mine." She chuckles softly and hums. "If you think I'm something you should really get a load of them. Though some of them aren't really my friends...they're still pretty worthy of being mentioned though." She chuckles again and relaxes. "One of my friends is a little crazy, but heck she's been more of a mother to me than my own and I can't help but love her, even if she is a bit scary. Sometimes at least." As she mentions these people you start to wonder just who they are. Perhaps she'll enlighten you in your next question though you realize belatedly that she hasn't given you any names yet. But you then realize she's about to as she opens her mouth to speak.

Okay so as for the people that young Khole has met well there's a list. :3 She's such an odd Kiamara that she can't help but meet such strange, unique and wonderful Kiamaras. However each has had an impact on Khole's life in some way shape or form and while not necessarily all the best kind she can't help but be glad that she met them in one time or another.

Akeelah-

"This pretty girl is certainly something I'll tell ya." Khole murmurs. "She's as sweet as can be, and is a bit girly, but I an't help but love helpin her into her little dresses and stuff. Reminds me of when I was like that ya know? She smirks sadly, wistfully. "Little sweet heart came into the Candy Shoppe and asked for a Papaya pop. Couldn't help given it to her." Khole smiles again quietly. "She's a good kid."

Juliana

"This girl? Well yeah we can get along okay I guess." Khole shrugs. "We're real similar about some things but honestly not that much. I guess we could get along pretty well, but well I'm not exactly a fan at getting yelled at whenever I get too close to something personal bro." Sighing quietly. "Not that she doesn't have a right to, I mean I'm sure whatever she's been through to cause it must have been real harsh or somethin' but I don't do too well with gettin my ears ripped off. So we kinda tip-toe around eachother, but she's a pretty cool girl. We could be friends. Possibly." Grinning Khole hums softly in thought.

Luna

"Now this is a girl you'd want to meet bro. I mean she's as nice as they come and just so...Luna!" Chuckling softly Khole grins and rubs at her eyes. "I mean she's just so awesome! The coolest Kiamara I ever met...she's every lil' pup's role model but what's really cool about her is how chill she is." Khole seems to enjoy talking about Luna. "She's a really chill friend." She repeats with a hum. "We sometimes will just chill out and watch the stars together."

Sin Jo

"Sin Jo huh? Well....let's just say that I only know her because of....reasons." She looks away and a bitter smile crosses on her muzzle. "Girl's as guarded as a safe with dynamite. I mean she's awesome and all...but she's got her secrets too." Khole looks away for a moment."I'm not too sure how I'd be able to describe her to you...she's just so...Sin Jo I suppose. There's just a kind of respect I have for her." That being said Khole glances away thoughtfully, mulling over her thoughts silently.

Finnegan

"Heh then there's this nerd." Khole says it so affectionately it makes you wonder about this Kiamara. "Not that he's my sweetheart or anything, but he's sort of taken over as a brother to me. Always buggin and being fussy." She chuckles softly and glances away. "He's got the biggest crush on this guy called Oblivion and I always have to tease him about it." She grins and there's a fond gleam in her eyes. "He's a sweetheart though and well we have a really strong bond ya know? I can trust him almost better than anyone." The warmth in her eyes grows and she's smiling faintly.

Ofira Arella

At the mention of this Kiamara's name Khole perks up and a wide grin, one wider than ever and she giggles in this sweet, gentle way of hers. "Ofira Arella? OH MY GAWD! She's the best person ever!" Khole grins widely and she looks at you with a certain warmth in her eyes as she recollects this person. "Sweet, insane, best mom ever! That is how I can describe her. She's always been my mother figure and I love her to bits!" She smiles and looks off into space. "I mean gee, she's really just like the best person ever! I swear! And well she's been a mother to me even when my own mom wouldn't and....I'd do anything for her. Anything at all." Khole soon settles down but there's a warm gleam in her eyes and you can tell that these people have been a huge impact on her life.

Kula

At the mention of this girl, Khole stops short, snorts and then promptly laughs her tail off. She's still laughing by the time she manages to sit upright again but you can see she's struggling here to get it together. "P-Psh I-I'm...hehehe I'm sorry man b-but there's j-just too much between me and Kula t-that this question cracks me up!" You don't understand why until at last she calms down, wiping a tear from her eye. "I mean, I love the girl like my sister and yeah she's a bit of a hot head at times and all, but she's totally like an awesome chick." Grinning Khole has a fond look in her eyes again. "I heard she had a kid or two now so she don't visit as much, but it's not so bad. Plus I get to baby sit sometimes too and the look on her face when she comes back is always priceless. We're pals, firegirl and I. We may butt heads and even argue sometimes but we're pals until the end." There's so much conviction in her tone that you can't help but think that she's right.

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I would name her Sabrina.
Sometimes it's really hard to pick a name
for a character. Other times, it comes right
away. When I first saw her, a name popped
into my head, and stuck. There was no debate.


Sabrina is an English name meaning
Legendary Princess - something I feel fits her
personality well. She's kind of the Princess of
Halloween in a way. Not literally, of course, but
she loves the holiday, continuing to celebrate
it long after October is over and done with.



Sabrina is 110% female. Some people can see
this Kiamara as male, but I can't see her any
other way. Look at those vivid eyes, those
batting lashes... She just gives off this
beautiful, feminine spunk.



Yep. Lollipops. With real scorpions in them.
You can rarely find her without one of these in
her mouth or paws. If she's not currently
eating one, you can guarantee she's got a
few stashed away somewhere! While most
Kiamaras turn their noses up and show
expressions of disgust when presented with
one of these, Sabrina will jump at the
chance. Scorpion lollipops are the best thing
in the world to her - especially if there
are others around to watch. Scaring other Kias
is something she will always enjoy. Part of the
Halloween tradition, right?
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“I wish everyday could be Halloween.
We could all wear masks all the time. Then we
could walk around and get to know each other
before we got to see what we looked like under
the masks.” ― R.J. Palacio

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Sabby and Kochi met in a normal way. Well, normal
for Sabrina perhaps, but certainly not
for poor Kochi! Sabrina was downtown, just
coming out of the candy shop where she had
restocked her Scorpion-pop numbers. Eager
to put them to use, she wandered into the
city park to find a few victims. There was
one or two to be scared, but not as many
as usual. Satisfied with her scare-factor,
she was making her way back when she
passed a park bench. There was a Kiamara
dozing on it, snoring with his mouth open.
She considered walking past, but this was
too good an opportunity to pass up! Carefully,
she unwrapped a lollipop. She was a little
nervous, so she dropped it. The Kiamara didn't
even stir. Wow, deep sleeper I guess... She
got a new one out and [more carefully]
took the wrapper off. Now was her moment.
Sabrina slowly placed the candy in the
sleeper's mouth. He continued snoring.
She beamed and perched on the other side
of the bench to watch. She sat...
And sat... And sat. She was vaguely
disappointed. Talk about anti-climactic!
She sighed in defeat and prodded the male Kia.
After a few good jabs and no result, she blew
some air in his ear. That would always wake her
but apparently this stranger was stubborn.
"WAAAAAAAKE UUUUUPPPPP!!!!!"
The other Kia startled awake, rearing his head
and nearly falling off the bench. He looked around
blearily for a moment before realizing there
was something in his mouth. He grabbed it out
and when he looked at it? Oh, the look on his face!
Sabby was beyond delighted. She was full of
giggles for the next few hours after the event.

After that fiasco, they chatted a little on the
bench, and she came clean about her prank.
Kochi was a little grossed out and slightly
disturbed, but they kept talking for a bit.
Sabrina asked him if he wanted to help her
stash a few, and [somehow] she got him to
agree. They kept in touch afterwards, and
often hang around each other's houses.
Kochi's habit of falling asleep everywhere
has become one of Sabrina's main sources
of fun. I think Kochi is getting used to waking
up with Scorpion candies in his mouth.
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Hey there, I'm Bronwyn.


I currently own one Kiamara, Splash. She's
absolutely wonderful, and I love her to death.
I am looking to expand my little Kia family
and bring this particular girl home.


Why? Her design is just so appealing to me,
I would be upset if I let this chance slip by.
First off, I absolutely love stripes. Those
thick stripes on her feet kill me. I love
them to no end. The feathers appeal to me
too; gradient colours yesssss. <3 And her eyes?
Orange has been my favourite colour since
before I could talk. Overall, I really love this Kia.


I have many plans for this girl if I were to be
so lucky as to be able to take her home. I
successfully helped my close friend, Keero win
his competition for Kia #381. We plan to have
our Kiamaras date each other, since we both
agree their designs look amazing side-by-side.
Even if Keyo hadn't have won his Kia, I've still got
many plans for this bae. She's so unique looking.I
draw a lot, both traditionally and digitally, and
can't wait to do more art of her. Her design is so
much fun to colour, and drawing her spunk comes
easily. I feel we're a perfect match. ♥
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- Sabrina photo-bombing in the back -


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Name: Sabrina
Nicknames: Sabby, Bri, Dork
Gender: Female
Age: 17 ¾
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Crushing on Kochi
Political Opinions: Halloween
Hobbies: Scaring people, stashing lollipops
random places, making super loud crunching
noises, playing Just Dance, wearing her
headphones and rocking out [in public no less],
and hanging with friends.


Sabrina is, in short, eccentric and care-free.
She loves nothing more than goofing off and
pranking around. Friends are almost always
over. She can be rather stubborn once she
gets her little mind set on something, so
arguing is rather pointless and exhausting.
Sabrina will take any opportunity to surprise
someone. Whether that surprise is nasty or
amazing and nice depends on her mood. It
could really be either [never accept a can of
something from her as it will most likely be bugs].
Despite this, she is very loving and kind. If
someone asks her to stop, or to leave them
alone, Sabrina will. Everyone loves a good prank,
but she knows when she's gone too far, and will
back off if need be. Generally being an energetic
and happy-go-lucky girl, Sabbi is a real mood-lifter.
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Theme: This is Halloween [Panic! at the Disco]
Favorite Songs:
#1 Monster [Imagine Dragons]
#2 Of The Night [Bastile]
#3 Cirque Dans La Rue [Plain White T's]
#4 We No Speak Americano [Yolanda Be Cool]
#5 Duck Sauce [Barbra Streisand]
#6 Time Warp [Rocky Horror Picture Show]
#7 Acapella [Karmin + Mike Tompkins]
Just Dance Favorite: Moskau [Dschinghis Khan]
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↓ By takanou ↓ Lineart by pedunkle ↓

[Keero] - - - - - - - - [Keero] - - - - - - - - [Kitty MM] - - - - - - - - [Leafwhisker] - - - - - - - - [Andiliion]


↓ By Keero ↓


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I'd like to thank Keero for helping me so much with this form and for the art. You've been an incredible
help to me, and I can't ever thank you enough. Thanks also goes to Caesar Flickerman for helping me with
the headphone image. You will always have superior Photoshop skills! A big, massive thank you to everyone
I ordered art from, and especially to those who gifted it to me. I owe you all big time. ;w;
And last but not least, the grandest of all thank-yous to Viscus, who has made this competition possible.

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[ShrimpSundae]

Reserve. <33

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reserve with the name loki

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× " So glad to see you well, overcome and completely silent now;
With heaven's help, you cast your demons out... "

× " And not to pull your halo down, around your neck and tug you off your cloud;
But I'm more than just a little curious, how you're planning to go about... "

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NAR ● CO ● TIC :;
" an addictive drug affecting mood or behaviour, especially an illegal one "

NIGHT ● SHADE :;
" a deadly plant typically having poisonous black or red berries "

NOOSE :;
" a loop with a running knot used to trap animals or hang people "

AN ● TI ● VIST :;
" a member of society who chooses to rebel against the social norms "

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× The Noose.

" So glad to see you well, overcome and completely silent now
With heaven's help, you cast your demons out

And not to pull your halo down, around your neck and tug you off your cloud
But I'm more than just a little curious, how you're planning to go about

Making your amends to the dead, to the dead

Recall the deeds as if, they're all someone else's atrocious stories
Now you stand reborn before us all, so glad to see you well

And not to pull your halo down, around your neck and tug you to the ground
But I'm more than just a little curious, how you're planning to go about

Making your amends to the dead, to the dead

With your halo slipping down
Your halo slipping
Your halo slipping down

Your halo slipping down to choke you now "

× My Way.

" Special; you think you're special
You do, I can see it in your eyes
I can see it when you laugh at me, look down on me, and walk around on me

Just one more fight, about your leadership
And I will straight up, leave your s---
'Cause I've had enough of this, and now I'm pissed

Yeah, this time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way; my way, or the highway

Just one more fight, about a lot of things
And I will give up everything, to be on my own again, free again

Yeah, this time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way; my way, or the highway

Someday you'll see things my way, 'cause you never know
No, you never know; when you're gonna go

Just one more fight, and I'll be history
Yes I will straight up, leave your s---
And you'll be the one who's left, missing me

Yeah, this time I'm 'a let it all come out
This time I'm 'a stand up and shout
I'm 'a do things my way
It's my way; my way, or the highway

Someday you'll see things my way, 'cause you never know
No, you never know; when you're gonna go "

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× Narcotic . Nightshade ::.

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I N T R O D U C T I O N S :;

× Yo. Th'name's Dog; Stray Dog. I like to read, write, draw and listen to music. Recently in love with Limp Bizkit and A Perfect Circle - my two main inspirations for the formatting in this form. This is my second application for a Kiamara (first being unsuccesful; however, earning me a runner-up, Zephyr) as I tend to be overly picky when it comes to colour and designs. I need to feel connected to the Kiamara, attached on some level, and I instantly fell in love with this spunky little fella. Colours, markings, design... he's gorgeous, and, I do very much wish to call him mine.
That is all; Stray Dog out.

W E L C O M E , P O I S O N , M Y . O L D . F R I E N D :;

× NAME: Narcotic Nightshade ; often known as simply N or Narco.
× AGE: Just over 2 years old ; still very proud of his self-picked feathers. -- in human years, he'd be approximately 23 - 24.
× GENDER: Male ; never offended if referred to as female/feminine, as he sees no reason for femininity to be insulting.
× SEXUALITY: Pansexual ; attracted to whomever he finds himself falling for, regardless of biological/chosen sex/gender.
× PERSONALITY: Rebellious, snarky, flirtatious, teasing, upbeat, playful, spunky, highly intelligent, slightly paranoid, often two-faced ; Narco, upon first introduction, appears an open and friendly Kiamara; a touch on the overly flirtatious side, some fall in love with this trait whilst others love to despise it. He is often found humming to whatever song happens to be stuck in his head, singing and drumming his paws on multiple surfaces when he really gets into it. He is adept at communication and socialisation, making friends as naturally as a bee makes honey - sweetening things up and yet able to sting if he gets hurt.
While this appears to make Narco two-faced, acting as if he likes you when really he probably wouldn't give a damn if you left town and never came back, he has his own reasoning for it:
You're all going to leave me, eventually, so why get attached? I'm not a bad guy, just realistic, and while I'm happy to make you happy, I'm not going to let you get too close to me. No, it's best I keep this all casual; friendship and flings with none of the commitment, that's how I roll.
N may came across as cold with his logic, but he has his reasons, and it'd be unlike him to go out of his way to hurt someone in any way, shape, or form. If you treat him with respect, he will do the same right back, and, so long as you keep your distance, Narcotic will do no harm to you.
× HISTORY: In years, Narcotic is still quite a young Kiamara, indeed. However, mentally, N has a rather mature, if somewhat pessimistic, view of the world. Those that have met him and seen that side to him - the dark seriousness behind those splashes of playful colour - put it down to nothing more than a part of his nature, a part of the way he was born... Narco's past says otherwise.
As a young Kiamara, he lost his mother to a mysterious illness, leaving him to be raised by a heartbroken father. For a year after his mother's death, Narcotic's father searched for an answer as to why his mate fell ill when she did, what caused her seemingly sudden death, and if there was a way to prevent it from happening to himself or his only son... by the time he realised his mistake, however, it was too late, and Narcotic ended up losing his father a mere six months before his second birthday.
Where Narco's father had left off, he picked up, and while collecting feathers for his soon-to-be birthday - and welcome into adulthood - he stumbled across the most beautiful purple flowers he had ever seen. Intending to take the flowers to his parents' grave, Narcotic's teeth barely missed the black and red berries hidden amongst the leaves as he gently gathered them in his mouth. Good thing, too, as these were the very berries that had resulted in his parents' death.
Merely by chance - or was it his parents warning him, from beyond the grave? - Narco tripped on an upraised root, mouth opening in surprise and dropping the flowers on the ground, where he promptly stepped on them, crushing the berries. Curious, Narco proceeded to sniff at the trampled plant, recognising the sickly sweet scent from the graves of his parents, a scent he'd dismissed so casually and yet was the key to everything. With a howl of frustration, Narcotic proceeded to tear the plants apart with his bare paws, tears of frustration streaming from his eyes thanks to the sheer stupidity that almost cost him his life... almost.
In a bitter form of humour, Narcotic adopted the second name 'Nightshade', after the plant that poisoned his parents. He believed it suited him all-too-well: a seemingly innocent boy, good for a snack, but that first bite results in your undoing, and you'll never know what hit you until it's too late.

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× ANIMAL: The cunning fox, slight of build with speed and agility on its side.
× BAND: A Perfect Circle, with their poetic lyrics and complex music.
× BOOK: Currently in love with "The Mortal Instruments" series; Jace Wayland reminds him of, well, himself.
× BIRD: The Peregrine Falcon, another predator with speed and stealth.
× CANDY: Wizz Fizz products, especially their tongue-shaped Fizzy Fruit Pops.
× COLOUR: Deep blue like the deepest oceans and most silent of nights.
× CROWD: Those slightly odd individuals with awesome tastes in music; they can actually hold a conversation and don't pry too much into his personal life, just the way he likes it.
× DATE: A picnic at midnight, under the light of the moon, eating strawberries dipped in white chocolate, staring at the stars.
× ELEMENT: Fire, for its ability to both destroy and create the opportunity for new life.
× FOOD: White chocolate, sour candies, strawberries, grapes, among other sweeter foods.
× FLOWER: Roses; in red, blue, white and black, with their simple beauty, velvet petals, sweet scent and sharp thorns.
× GAME: Truth-or-Dare always presents opportunities for both mischief and practise at lying.
× HERO: Spider-Man, all the way. Smarts, sarcasm and a sense of humour makes him better than Batman, any day.
× HOBBY: Reading fantasy novels, writing poetry and short stories, drawing characters and creatures of nightmares, as well as playing the guitar and writing lyrics.
× ICE-CREAM: Classic vanilla drumstick, with that soft sweetness and satisfying crunch of the waffle cone.

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× JOB: Ideally, a paid author, secluded from society or a key member of a band, flocked by fans; he's torn between the two, often wanting both at once.
× MUSIC: What most people would call "heavier" than the average pop song; music that takes actual skill to produce.
× MOVIE: Excision. Not a movie for children, that's for sure.
× PLACE: A tranquil forest, away from the hustle and bustle of modern life.
× POKEMON: Zoroark, as he's a fan of the Pokemon's cunning, illusion, and speed.
× QUESTION: "Why's your eye like that?" always gives him an excuse to weave an intricate story full of fun and adventure.
× QUOTE: "Life sucks and then you die" because it sums up his view on life; not to mention, it comes from one of his secret favourite book series, "The Twilight Saga."
× ROCK: Amethyst, a purple gem that promotes a clear mind and strong psychic intuitions.
× SEASON: Winter, as snow brings both beauty and death, just as he does.
× SCENT: Simple vanilla, soft and subtle with that hint of sweetness on the air.
× SONG: "3 Libras" by A Perfect Circle because, damn, is that a pretty song.
× TIME: Middle of the night to early morning, when all is dark and still.
× TASTE: Anything sweet, especially the softness of chocolate or the striking taste of sour candies.
× UNDERWEAR: He's a silk boxers kind of kid.
× VIDEOGAME: "Beyond: Two Souls" because the graphics were equally as stunning as the story was captivating.
× VEHICLE: Motorbike; cars are too large and slow for his tastes.
× WEAPON: Either a simple pistol or dagger; nothing too large or fancy, small and stealthy is the way he works.

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× IMPAIRED VISION :;

Narco is affected by heterochromia, giving him an orange left eye and a grey right eye with flecks of green through it. This results in poor vision, Narco requiring glasses for reading. These glasses are black, thick-framed, rectangular and utterly secret; only those who know of his quieter life of reading, writing and drawing know of his glasses, only worn in the presence of himself and himself alone.

× DEVIL HORNS :;

Mischief courses through Narcotic's veins just as naturally as blood, fuelling him with a permanent urge to toy with people; pranks, lies, elaborate tales and manipulative smiles come with this package, an irremovable part of who Narco is.

× SWEET TOOTH :;

The most childish thing about Narcotic, that may seem out of place, is his love of anything and everything sweet. He is often found with a lollipop stick hanging out of his mouth, between those ever-grinning pearly whites.

× BITTER TASTE :;

If one were to get close to N, they would find that his joking personality is just the sugar coating a sour candy. He is filled with a bitterness against the world and the way it works, despising many aspects of life, close to the point of not bothering with it.

× SHARP TONGUE :;

Despite his sweet exterior, N's true personality slips through every now and then in the form of harsh words aimed at those whom annoy him. People that would fall under this category are the immature, the shallow, the weak and the pathetic.

× VELVET VOICE :;

Narco's voice alone is enough to gauge how charming he is; capable of words laced with honey, speech with just the right amount of playfulness, false promises to be whispered in smooth tones... deep, but not too deep; still capable of getting high when he's really worked up. Which, really, is never, as he is often in possession of a mocking tone or an apathetic one rather than a voice full of feeling.

× TWISTED MIND :;

N's morals are often blurred, his beliefs of using people for his own gain, of doing whatever is necessary to stay alive, leaning more towards him being a bad person. But, on the other hand, he is much too unmotivated to execute plans that would really bring anyone harm, instead going for the easier option of making friends and not enemies. Often, he sees everything as being against him, especially with his wild imagination that brings with it monsters hiding in the shadows and secrets known by everyone but himself.

× RAPIER WIT :;

With a mind as sharp as his, Narco is able to think very well on his feet. After the many months spent looking into his mother's - and father's - death, N soaked up as much information on everything he could, arming him with extensive knowledge in various fields. Not to mention his natural social skills, able to make friends with just about anyone just by paying attention to how they behave.

× SELECTIVE HEARING :;

With mystery comes rumours and, those particularly nasty ones, N seems to never hear. He has no time for petty little whispers in the dark; but, if someone were to approach him and say those insulting words, Narco would make sure that they regretted it.

× BROKEN HEART :;

After his parents, Narcotic has found it impossible to love, in any way, shape, or form. Even when he would find himself falling for someone, his heart's first response was to strike out and push away, rather than accept that it still had enough love left to share with another.

× FALSE VANITY :;

Like many confident attractive people, Narco comes across as self-loving and self-lusting. The opposite is true, however, as Narco places little on his looks and more-so on his strong sense of self. His "vanity" is just a way for jealous people to pin N's self-confidence solely on his appealing appearance.

× INFLATED EGO :;

While his looks may not hold much value to Narco, he admits to having a larger-than-average ego, fuelled by constant compliments and adoration from his peers. He feeds off their attention, often proving them right in thinking he's an impressive Kia who won't take any crap from anyone.

× HOLLOW BONES :;

Although it doesn't show on the outside, inside, Narco often finds himself feeling empty, hollow, false... like he may fall apart at any moment. But, he refuses to show this weakness to anyone, and so the grin stays strong and the eyes continue to sparkle with mischief.

× HIDDEN STRIPES :;

As Narco often comes across as a Kiamara who is all play and no work, taking life as it comes and not investing time in anything "pointless", it is known by none that he has artistic talent. His poetry, full of feelings that many believe N is incapable of having, are a secret skill that he'd rather not show the world.

× LUCKY PAW :;

Surprisingly, N believes in more than just the physical realm, to a certain degree. As such, he believes it to be more than merely chance that he happened to trip and drop the same berries that killed his parents, avoiding death himself; a thin piece of black string, with one red berry-shaped bead and another black, is always worn on the paw that tripped on that well-placed root. Narco refers to it as his lucky paw, and his lucky bracelet.

× ADDICTIVE CHARM :;

After one taste of Narcotic, it's hard to not go back for seconds. His way with words, coupled with his appealing appearance and aura, make him a desirable friend and/or potential mate. He's also a hit with the parents, that one kid that they always wanted their own child to hang with.

× STEELY GUTS :;

After experiencing two deaths, having to bury his own father, Narco has developed quite the stomach for death and all its extras. Not to mention a taste for dangerous situations, risk-taking and daredevil-esque adventures, that show just how brave (and equally apathetic) N is when it comes to his own safety and well-being.

× MYSTERIOUS AURA :;

Narcotic is a drifter, moving from place to place as he feels, and thus brings along with him a sense of mystery and allure. Wherever he goes, people want to figure out the puzzle that is Narco and his life, never being able to do just that as he picks up and leaves whenever someone gets too close.

× WITCH'S STOCKINGS :;

Like the stylish little witches of pop culture, N appears to have striped stockings on his four slender legs. Now, fit him into a lacey little dress that poofs out at the skirt, stick on a pointed hat and voila! Instant adorable witch! And the best thing? He'd probably play along, accepting that he's just too damn cute to not flaunt it.

× ARTIST'S TAIL :;

Like the creative little Kia he is, Narcotic has taken it upon himself to learn how to paint with his tail. I mean, who needs paws to paint when you have such a perfect brush on the end of your tail? Of course, his paintings are 100% secret, a skill that is a part of the mysterious package that is Narcotic Nightshade.

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"I didn't know you could draw."

Narcotic's head whirled around, right paw dropping the already-blunt pencil he'd been using for a little under an hour; his other paw moved to close his sketchbook hurriedly, flushes of pink colouring his cheeks behind that green spotted fur.

"I'd say there's a fair bit about me that you don't know," Narco replied in a cool tone that refused to betray the flustered beating of his heart. "For example, did you know that I can juggle five balls at once? My father taught me to, back when we were in the circus; mother tried to teach me a trapeze act, where I'd have to swing from one end of the tent to the other while simultaneously juggling a set of flaming torches. But, of course, I -"

"Why do you always do that?"

Narco fell silent, cocking his head to the side as he turned and faced the Kiamara before him. She was a deep pink, spotted with orange, eyes a shining blue... she reminded him of a sunset.

"Do what, exactly?" He inquired, blinking his mismatched eyes slowly.

"Lie. About who you are, your past, where you've been and what you've done... about your family."

She sounded so confident, so sure of herself, that Narcotic couldn't help but be taken aback. Surprise hovered on his face briefly before the mask slipped back on and a grin grew instead, flashing an endearingly chipped canine among perfectly white teeth.

"Keeps the mystery, don't you think?" His habit to respond to questions with another question drifted into the conversation, as it did with any conversation that focused on his own, personal, life. "Admit it: I'm a lot more attractive when you don't know who exactly I am."

The Kiamara rolled her pale blue eyes but couldn't help but smile faintly. Her orange tail flicked back and forth behind her as she crossed her arms over her chest, matching N's cool gaze with one full of curiosity.

"You already know my name. I know you just as N... so; what does N stand for? Narcissist?"

"Good guess," Narco chuckled, lifting a paw to remove his glasses and place them on the desk behind him, on top of his closed sketchbook. "But, no, not quite. If you really must know, my name is Narcotic; Narcotic Nightshade."

"That's... different," Her response dripped with distaste but her eyes sparked with interest. "Did you name yourself? Or are you like the rest of us, with a family?"

"'Like the rest of us?' Arliah, all I see is you... unless, of course, that kid Zephyr is hiding behind your back... little dude's a brat. Don't know how you can stand him..."

"There you go again, changing the subject away from yourself. Why won't you just answer my questions?"

"Why should I have to? You don't care about me, I'm just another puzzle for you to solve."

The venom in his voice surprised even him, Arliah looking as if he'd physically slapped her. Lowering his head, he dropped his voice to a solemn whisper: "I think you should leave."

She didn't argue. Didn't admit that she'd fallen in love with him after the past few weeks. Just turned her back on him and headed for the door. Pausing, she looked back with a sad smile, eyes swimming with pity.

"You can't always push people away, Narcotic. A lonely life is no life at all."

After her departure, Narco turned back to his desk, slipped his glasses back on, and flipped through his sketchbook. His paw hovered over the latest drawing, all in pencil, of a beautiful Kiamara with kind eyes... picking up the pencil, he sketched enough tiny detail into the irises that brought forth the sadness within.

And, as Narcotic stared out the window, he wished he could take the colours of the setting sun and melt them into his artwork, if only to make his Arliah just as beautiful as the one he wished he could love.

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Viscus, you beautiful person, you!
I've seen your art elsewhere, notably the adoptables thread 'Mutatoes', and I love it!
The mix of bright, cheerful colours, with the more gory of things... that Mutato design, like candied hearts but with anatomically correct hearts, was gorgeous, and I almost applied~
What really caught me, here, was the darker colours with just those splashes of bright green and orange that made it stand out.
Of course, I also love Halloween and Halloween-inspired art, so of course this Kia caught my eye.
I hope that Narcotic's slightly darker past and personality appeal to your personal tastes, as it does to mine!

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× The Outsider.

" Help me if you can, it's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired
So could you please, help me understand why
You've given in to all these, reckless dark desires

You're lying to yourself again, suicidal imbecile
Think about it, you're pounding on the fault line
What'll it take to get it through to you, precious?
I'm over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this?

Such a mess

Why would I want to watch you, disconnect and self destruct, one bullet at a time?
What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die

Medicated, drama queen, picture perfect, numb belligerence
Narcissistic, drama queen, craving fame, and all its decadence

Lying through your teeth again, suicidal imbecile
Think about it, you're pounding on the fault line

What'll it take to get it through to you, precious?
Go with this, why do you wanna throw it away like this?

Such a mess

Why would I wanna watch you, disconnect and self destruct, one bullet at a time?
What's your rush now, everyone will have his day to die

They were right about you, they were right about you

Lying to my face again, suicidal imbecile
Think about, you're pounding on the fault line

What'll it take to get it through to you, precious?
I'm over this, why do you wanna throw it away like this?

Such a mess; over this, over this!

Disconnect and self destruct, one bullet at a time
What's your hurry, everyone will have his day to die

If you choose to pull the trigger, should your drama prove sincere
Do it somewhere far away from here "

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Unfortunately, due to time constraints - mostly school, work, and a social life - I have been unable to gather as much art as I'd hoped for!

Viscus; I did note that art appealed to you, however, I only managed to nab myself a couple pieces...

The first piece of art was drawn by the amazing CeselSpeaker, of a nicely dressed Narcotic! The word 'D R E A M E R' beside it is because, despite his realistic view of the world, Narco cannot deny his naturally creative spirit and personality. His wondrous lies - mostly harmless - are just stories of wonder and intrigue that he wishes were true, instead of the harsh reality that he had to suffer from a young age...
The second piece was drawn by my talented best friend, Dradogo! He captured the mature playfulness of Narco perfectly and, if you look closely, you can see his intelligent, rectangular-framed glasses perched on his snout; no silly hipster frames for him, he's more like your classic nerd!
Unfortunately, my third piece of art - from another friend, Chuckie - has not been finished in time... which, really, is a shame as the animated eyes would be perfect to show off Narco's heterochromia! I felt as if that one splash of orange, of his eye, would be much more significant if his right eye were something more bland... like, the light grey of his stomach, with flecks of green.
Also following on from Narcotic's natural dreamer-like personality, his nightshade berry bracelet is visible in Dradogo's art of him, plain and simple but very important to N as a symbol of how lucky he is to be alive, and how he must fight to keep this life that his parents surrendered for him.

The song "The Noose" is symbolic of Narcotic coming out of a depression he suffered after his parents' deaths, making a resolve to not harm anyone, at least physically... the truth is, he was a rebellious Kiamara - as is apparent in his nature - that constantly disobeyed his parents and, even, believes he may have caused his mother's death. Now, he believes himself reformed, if at least slightly, but that halo of his is slipping down, through the way he treats both himself and others...
"My Way" is to show Narco's rebellious nature, as he is not a single-dimension Kiamara who is simply mature or playful or a dreamer, a liar; he is a combination of those, and more, that makes him Narcotic. And, as this song suggests, he ignores those who think little of him and has decided his life is his own, to do with as he wishes.
Now, "The Outsider", has a more dark connection to Narcotic... as it is, even though he lies about it to himself and everyone around him, Narco is on more of a "self destruct" path than one of living a just life. He constantly puts himself in danger through his sharp tongue and refusal to appear weak, not appreciating his life in the way he moves from one place to another, cutting off any potential relationships... relationships are what gives life meaning, and part of N knows this, which is why he is always drifting.

And, just so you know, Narcotic Nightshade never saw Arliah again.

[purpledirewolf2019]

RESERVE <3