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Hello my name is Tempest Rain, but I am most commonly called Tempest or Temp. In my form I have displayed how I view this kia to be and what I feel fits her in both physical and appearance wise. By no means did I enter for this kiamara with a half-hearted attempt and I assure you that I worked hard on this in hopes that I better evaluate this character as what I want her to be and to not bore you at the same time. I apologize in advance for the slow loading form.
Kiamara Name:
Maevera
(Mae-vra)
Name Meaning:
Maevera is a name Talon and I came up with after a list of ideas, it of course is an unnatural name that is the combination of two seperate names both with important meanings. The name Maevera is a mix between the names; Maera and Vera. Maera is a greek name somehow related with the greek gods and godesses, the original name for Maera in Greek mythology was "Maira". The second meaning of the name Maera itself has something to do with the constellation of the stars which I didn't know at first and I promise that I didn't use the mainstream idea of a stargazer etc, she is more than what she looks. The other combination of her name; Vera, is of a Russian/Slavic name origin, and the meaning of Vera is "faith". Also sometimes associated with the Latin word "verus" meaning "truth", and can also be derived from Albanian "verë" meaning "summer".
Personality:
Narrow-Minded ► Maevera seeks to fulfill what she wants and she doesn't desire anything further, she has a one-track mind and once she has a goal she feels she must complete it that it is her soul duty to do so.
Amiable ► If she recognizes you as someone worthy to talk to, she'll usually act kindly at first and hide away her intentions in her mind. Her mouth speaks beautiful petty words but her mind says otherwise.
Malicious ► She generally is a very mean girl, she always argues with others and she feels as if she can never see eye-to-eye with anyone. She hates attention and she hates others who try to suck up to her, she can't tolerate most of the population and she keeps to herself far too often. She usually never smiles and if one were to speak to her, she'd return it with a snarl or a glare and will sometimes fight. She gets into a lot of physical fights because of her attitude, but she was taught how to survive and she knows well how to fend for herself. She has a lack of love towards everyone and herself included, she devalues her and everyone she ever saw or meets, she thinks of everyone as monsters who all hide their true intentions. Maevera is just a girl who will show her intentions and she is true to her word, she hates liars and she absolutely can not stand any form of kindness because in her eyes it is always pity, not friendship, kindness but out of pity for others and that word she thinks of is an evil word that has a meaning of something that should not exist. She generally hates the world and all it's inhabitants and she couldn't care less about any of them.
Perfectionist ► Maevera seeks to prevail in anything she feels is good enough of a task to complete. She has high pride in what she does and she loves to perfect or tweak her lab experiments
Stoic ► Despite all that has happened to her, she won't let it push her down nor will it show through her actions. However she is living in a shadow of her past in her mind, but one would think she has never endured hardships if they were to have an honest conversation with her.
Aggressive ► This kiamara is very pushy and will do what she deems necessary to get what she wants. If she can't have her way then she'll somehow bend the situation to her will.
Manipulative ► She tends to bend situations to her will, she is emotionally and mentally flexible and able to do such. While her appearance is ordinary, her mind is going a mile a minute. She in a sense over-thinks things which can lead to further evaluations which also falls into her nature of manipulation and it's elements. Maevera not only attempts to manipulate others but she thinks the situation many times over again to find a suitable approach to control whole aspect and basis of the confrontation. In other words she finds the words to say to irritate others and basically 'manipulate' them to bring out their full potential and what their real feelings are. If there perchance was someone who she could not examine further then she'd continuously find a way to manipulate her actions in a way where she can have her fill on feeling superior to the other individual.
Physical appearance:
Maevera is a bulky figure that is larger than the average kiamara. She is lean and has thin hair and long guard hairs that make her look bigger than she is. Her fur is dense but soft and she has a dainty look to her. Her muzzle is narrower than usual and she has delecate facial features that make her look almost like an otherworldly creature or goddess. Her eyes glow and her tail hairs are longer than usual. She has thin legs and soft furs on the bottom of her paw pads. She is graceful in her confident appearance, her figure looks dignified and mature.
ＨＥＲ ＳＴＯＲＹ:
"Come hear of my story and perhaps learn a thing or two. I didn't live the 'perfect' life, but I can't change that. It's not too late for you to change for the better."
Maevera wasn't like anyone else, instead of modern life she was born and raised into a tribe of strong and healthy warriors who valued pride and sacrifice greatly. Maevera as well valued the sacrifice necessary in order for a luscious life full of happiness, and this attitude will have influenced what she did later on in her life. As for now, when she was but a young girl she was raised knowing respect of the land, but never strayed too far from tribal life. When she was older, she was blessed with an armband with intricate seams sown on by the most experienced of elders to symbolize her coming of age ceremony, Maevera was going to become a woman of virtue who followed the ideals of the tribe on her shoulders, a weight she was willing to carry any day. A little over a week after she was considered a true woman of the tribe a terrible plague-like illness struck through her tribe and picked off the weak quickly, leaving only the young and able. Maevera was one of very few survivors in her tribe, the tribe itself held a enormous satisfaction of family and wholesome kindness, it was the only place she was accepted. Being forced to leave the land which once held dearly to her she had to live amongst society and pretend to be normal, like everyone else. Her actions showed she was of good heart, but her mind was elsewhere. Maevera had plotted to kill others and use their immune cells to create antibodies for the illness that had so greedily taken away those who were close to her. She became a viscious monster lurking in the shadows, other's pain became her glory and triumph and she found soliditary comfort in the thought of perfecting her science experiment for the antibiotics in which she has studied for so long. She knew the medicine won't do her any good now that everyone has been wiped out, but she is satisfied in knowing she holds the cure of a deadly illness and that she might be able to one day ressurect those tribe members which she held so close to her heart. It is however just a dark thought of hers, she hasn't made any attempts so far but she is insistent on completing such a task.
nurtering the heart is a matter of trials, whether you prevail or you will fall to the darkness lurking inside of your intentions.
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A cry pierced through the silence which lasted in a matter of mere seconds as the sound was muffled by soothing cooes and the voice of an elegant goddess had spoken to me, "Hush child, it is alright. You made the night, I am so glad.. So glad.. you are the beauty of the land and all it has to offer."
The whispers around me were of both recognition and praise, I was left in a puddle of confusion. Cringing, I opened my eyes for the first time and I looked around and noticed the concerned glances at me as others kept talking about how death as a newborn seemed inevitable for someone.. But who was this someone they were talking about?
Wise and dignified ladies came up to me and kissed me lightly on the nose "This tribe has been blessed with a gift from the gods and goddesses, it is the light of our tribe and this here child was meant to live to keep alive the faith of the tribe. She will make into a fine warrior someday."
My gaze shot to one of the other figures looming over me. They spoke loud and proud and seemed as if they could handle every situation with ease. "I am glad to be called the Aunt of such a beautiful girl. Those graceful eyes look promising to me, she was no coincidence at all."
ｔｈｅ - ｐａｔｈ - ｏｆ - ａ - ｆｏｒｅｖｅｒ - ｗａｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ - ｗａｒｒｉｏｒ
Lightning shot through the sky as thunder bellowed through the valleys. Rain poured shortly after in it's unmerciless ways, the sky had turned from black to a velvety red in a matter of mere seconds to show that dawn was on it's way and the ground became drenched in cold mud within that time. In the darkness a figure came into light, she had been hiding in the shelter of the large trees that overhang across the forest. Weeks ago Maevera's clan had perished, in a sense this rain was the sorrows of her friends and family whispering out to the sole survivor in her mind. No matter how beaten down this frail and underfed animal was, she did not let it bother her. In her tribe who had so brutally been massacred, whoever was strong enough to live hadn't had the endurance to keep up and their immune systems shut down as well as their spirit to keep on living, however Maevera wasn't like that, she watched her friends and family be picked off one by one and she couldn't do a thing to stop the process, it was her own living hell.
Emotionlessly, she gazed across the shadows of the forest, her eyes were as dead as the tribe itself and she was solemnly suffering on the inside, to her it felt as if her identity had been ripped from the very core of her heart, that she was no longer who she once was and the achievements and all that she has gained in her tribe was only a momentary happiness that lasted measely minutes would all be over. No longer could Maevera care, not about her or anyone else, the only ones she cared were all gone and she felt as though her spirit left with them, but her body was dumped on the earth living life in a zombie-like state.
In the daytime figures would come and go, none would take notice of her and no one would care, but for Maevera this didn't matter because she had no salvation nor motive. Her inspiration came years after she had been living a slum life, she realized she wanted to live normally but also she wanted something to keep her busy, a project of sorts. She was done feeling bad about herself and she wanted to move on eventually, and when the time came she gracefully accepted the change. She became who she wanted to be, she didn't settle for any less but aimed higher than possible. That one time it was nearly like she had lost all capability to live for herself, now she feels it is her responsibility to live for those she knew who could not, and also she had a dream of creating a powerful vaccine that could wipe out any illness such as the one that had plagued her tribe. As impossible as it sounds nothing would stand in the way of the headstrong girl. This was nor a sad ending or a happy ending, for she is to complete what she set her mind on and the struggles and obstacles of life were not near over yet. Maevera wishes to walk this path alone and she knows others would ridicule her for what she is doing, but she is willing to fight for what she believes and keep on trying, a trait that is hard to come by and difficult to lose. She has a strong sense of her identity and she knows what she must do, she is never going to be the same, but it will not hold her back. She has changed for the better or for the worse and nothing will come in the way of her and her dream, even if it means throwing away everything that ever mattered.
Her accessories?
Maevera wears armbands that were
intricately sown by the leader of
her tribe and they were so
gracefully given to her when
she came of age to be classified as an
adult. It is a gift only bestowed
on the most worthy and each is
different from the other.
Maevera prizes this accessory
almost more than her own life.
It is however the only lasting memory
in the present time of her past and her
relations with the tribe that are now
long gone. She feels security and peace
from those armbands and she always
wears them as a constant reminder of
what had happened.
Companion;;
Regar -Dwarf Lynx
An unusual pet indeed. These two are inseperable since the day
they met each other. A dwarf lynx is not the actual term for them,
Maevera calls Regar a dwarf lynx because of his appearance, but
in truth a dwarf lynx is a lynx who is born prematurely and does not
grow very tall, this makes them vulnerable creatures in the wilderness.
The day Maevera met Regar, it was a stormy afternoon and the creature
was scarred and lying lifeless by a fallen tree trunk. The little creature
put up a fight towards Mae, but she still took the creature under
her wing; not because she pitied the creature but because
she had an admiration for it's perserverence and courage.
Remember those times I had a heart and I cared? I felt as though something was missing, as if I was a shadow of my potential self always walking amongst others and going with the flow of time. Those times have changed now and so have I.. I became the person I wish to be and that's all I could have ever wanted in this lifetime.
For me my life has changed
drastically, but never have I let it
Pull me down into the darkness
Instead I become stronger
Than I ever was before.
Remember my struggles
Forget my mistakes
Love me for who I am
And I will appreciate you for
Who you are -Maevera
drastically, but never have I let it
Pull me down into the darkness
Instead I become stronger
Than I ever was before.
Remember my struggles
Forget my mistakes
Love me for who I am
And I will appreciate you for
Who you are -Maevera
Art and credits:
By the lovely Eyecandy <3
By me: ----not in the form---
By me:
By pyrocumulus
By NEFUR
By the amazing Chasing Dreams<3
By Black Sabbath
Banner by me
By the epic Sporemon
By MrCactuar
Top banner art featuring Maevera by me
