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eep I don't feel as connected as I thought I did, so sorry uwu

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ｔｈｅ ｓａｖｉｏｕｒ

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name :: Soren Aaron Tabor
gender :: Male ♂

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(ｓｅｔ ｉｎ ａｎｔｈｒｏ ｆｏｒｍ)

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Soren leaned against the counter. He had been working at the bar for a few days, yet already he knew everything about it. He had made a few friends, and boss seemed to like him. Today wasn't a busy day; he was allowed to use the counter a resting place. He adjusted his apron. That was all he didn't like about the bar. He was supposed to wear girly clothes. He heard the door creak open and he stood up straight. He rushed to the front and showed the customer an open table, and walked away. Another waiter walked to him and whispered, "So your taking this one? Their a picky customer, i'm warning you." Soren smiled, and replied softly. "I'm taking him. I need practice anyway." His friend turned away and walked into the kitchen, before saying "Well, watch out." to him and blinking. Soren blinked and realized what he had said. I just agreed to taking a fussy customer. at a bar. on my third day. He smiled faintly. ...and i'm gonna love it. He waited until the customer signaled him over, than walked over to her. "Hello, what can I do for you?" He said, politely. "I think you know what you can do for me." She turned her head and pointed at two things for her order. A beer and chicken. He wrote it down and quickly said "Anything special with your order?" The customer glared at him. "I'd tell you if i did." she snorted. Soren flicked his tail and walked off, ready to tell the cook her order. He stepped into the steamy kitchen "Mel?" A golden kiamara turned around. "Yes?" Soren nodded at the kiamara. "It's probably what you think it is." He tossed the paper into Mel's hands. "Thanks." He looked at it and read it quickly before starting to cook the chicken. Soren walked out and into the back to get the beer. He looked through all the types quickly and chose the one the customer had ordered. He sighed. I wish we workers could get back at those snobby customers. Then he had an idea. He rushed over to his backpack (He worked a long time and needed some other things for himself) and got out some food coloring. He took out the brown. He took water and put the coloring in, making it look like beer. he then got a cup and gave it to the kiamara. The kiamara took it forcefully and drank some, then spit it out. it was really funny!

well, maybe I exaggerated a bit. But, who cares?! It was a funny prank.

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Friend - Cosmo
Cook - Mel
Customer - Haya

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Soren, which means His song in Hebrew. His full name is Soren Brio-Odell.
Odell means song in Greek, and Brio is a musical term that means a lot of energy.
(sore - un) (bree - oh) (oh - delle)


ｇｕｉｔ ａｒ ｔｒｏｕｂｌｅ
This story is about when Soren first learned to play guitar. It's 684 words.

“No, I can’t do it! I suck.”
“No you don’t honey, you’ll get the hang of it! Just keep trying.”
“But mom . . .”
I was sitting at the breakfast table, spooning my Cheerio’s. I was fourteen
years old, and I was in ninth grade. I had three electives; French, choir, and
guitar. I was fine with French and choir. I had been singing since I was six
and I took French in seventh and eighth grade, so I was good there. The
problem was guitar. I had never played an instrument before, and I thought
learning to play would be easy.
I was so wrong.

I had to get to school though. I said bye to Mom and Dad and ran out the door
to reach the end of our street. I got on the bus and trudged through my classes.
Algebra . . . French . . . Civics . . . Language Arts . . . Choir . . . then . . .
Guitar.

I walked in the class room and set my bag down near my seat. I opened my
guitar case and pulled out the wooden string instrument. I started to finger
the notes of our song, King of Music, but then I remembered where I was.
"Mr. Odell, what are you playing? Certainly not King of Music, since those
three last chords where out of place."
Yeah, they where out of place because I saw something stupid. Your face.
I chuckled to myself.
"Mr. Odell, is something funny?"
"Uh, no."
"No, sir."
"No need to call me sir Mr. Jansen."
His face lit up red.
"Straight to the office, Mr. Odell."
I picked up my bag, grumbling. I walked down to the front office, kicking along
a shiny black rock. When I reached the office Miss Leon looked up at me.
"Oh Soren, what'cha do this time?"
"Talked back to Mr. Jansen."
"You know not to do that kid."

Mr. Jansen was so harsh on me. He always said that I could play well if I tried,
even though I tried constantly. I practiced in my room through the night, at
the table, on the porch, in class, at the park, on the weekends, well, just about
all the time! But I don’t think Mr. Jansen believed me. I was actually kind of
good while I was alone, but as soon as I saw someone, it was like I forgot how
to read sheet music. It was the end of the day and Soren was at the dinner table.

"You just need to keep trying. I believe you! I've heard you playing in your room
before, I know how well you play. You just need to get over your stage fright."

"How do I do that? It's too hard. And the performance is coming up in two days!
Mr. Jansen won't let me on stage until I can do the song in front of the class."

- the next day -

I was getting ready for class and I was practicing my song. It was awesome.
At least, while I was alone. My mom suggested that while I play just to imagine
I was some where else. Yeah, like that'll work.

- guitar class -

I was sitting in front of the class with sitting on the presentation stool, the leather
sling over my neck and the wood of my guitar sitting in my sweaty palms.

"Uh . . . I- I- uh, I'm S-s-s-or-ren B-b-rio O-ode-ll, and I- uh, am uh performing
the song, K-k-king of M-m-m-usic."

Okay, imagine your in a different place. A different time. Just tune out. I'm in my
room, sitting at my desk.

My fingers started strumming the notes and the music began to surround me.
c, b, a, d, d, d, e, c . . .

I opened my eyes. The class was staring at me, dumb-struck. The people that were
wondering how awful my playing was going to be this time were being to clap. Slowly,
at first, but then it got louder and louder.

I grinned and looked at Mr. Jansen. "Aw, boy, I knew you had it in you!" he ruffled my
hair. I guess Mom was right.

Yes, the moral is listen to your mom. XD


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My basics and favorites are actually my personality.
color - sky blue
icecream - mint chocolate chip
holiday - his birthday
genre - science fiction, comedy
book - hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy
movie - predator vs. alien
number - 8
quote - "live while you can, then party when you can't."

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full name - soren brio-odell
date of birth - february seventeenth, 1994
age - twenty
horoscope - aquarius
zodiac - dog
stereotype - popular boy, musician
birthstone - amethyst
traits - honest, smart, loyal, easy-going, stubborn, quarrelsome
lucky day - saturday

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Give me a second I,

I need to get my story straight

My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State

My lover she’s waiting for me just across the bar

My seat’s been taken by some sunglasses asking 'bout a scar, and

I know I gave it to you months ago

I know you’re trying to forget

But between the drinks and subtle things

The holes in my apologies, you know

I’m trying hard to take it back

So if by the time the bar closes

And you feel like falling down

I’ll carry you home


Tonight

We are young

So let’s set the world on fire

We can burn brighter than the sun



Tonight

We are young

So let’s set the world on fire

We can burn brighter than the sun



Now I know that I’m not

All that you got

I guess that I, I just thought

Maybe we could find new ways to fall apart

But our friends are back

So let’s raise a toast

‘Cause I found someone to carry me home



Tonight

We are young

So let’s set the world on fire

We can burn brighter than the sun



Tonight

We are young

So let’s set the world on fire

We can burn brighter than the sun



Carry me home tonight

Just carry me home tonight

Carry me home tonight

Just carry me home tonight



The moon is on my side

I have no reason to run

So will someone come and carry me home tonight

The angels never arrived

But I can hear the choir

So will someone come and carry me home



Tonight

We are young

So let’s set the world on fire

We can burn brighter than the sun



Tonight

We are young

So let’s set the world on fire

We can burn brighter than the sun



So if by the time the bar closes

And you feel like falling down

I’ll carry you home tonight

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Damon

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cautious
As a result of being bullied as a child, Damon is very cautious about what he says, especially if it has to do with colors. He tries his hardest not to show it, but he's very careful about everything.

flirtatious
Believe it or not, despite his shyness, Damon is quite the flirt. He falls in and out of love easily and is the kind of guy who will hit on a girl one day and love her with all his heart, but within a week he may just lay his eyes on someone more beautiful, so watch out ladies.

humorous
During an akward situation, Damon will often times crack a joke or say something a bit inappropriate, just to break the ice, as he is always afraid that somebody will say something rude about him or bully him. Even though it doesn't happen often, he stays out of akward situations or fixes them with some jokes.

sensitive
Well, yes. Of course Damon is sensitive. He takes even the smallest rude comment terribly, and still breaks out into tears sometimes, even jus from thinking about it. Let's say you're one of his friends, and you're messing around or having fun or whatever, and you start calling each other names, (teasingly of course) and you call him a "turd." He would stop everything and give you that look. You know you know that look, and you know you don't like it, so don't make him give it to you.

insecure
Just like the trait above, you probably suspected it. Damon looks tough, but trust me, if probably one of the softest and easiest to crack Kiamaras you'd ever come across. He judges himself too much, due to being bullied as a child. Thanks a lot, bullies.

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Thank you to iFooPets, snow., and BrightHeaven for letting me use your Kiamaras.
Story is set 20 years ago, when Damon was seven years old.

Clink, clack. Clink, clack. Damon slowly walked up the aisle way, his shoes hitting the ground loudly with each careful step. He was about to present his story, which unfortunately for him, had to include a picture. He slowly looked up at Doodle and offered a small smile, trying to shake his nervousness. He held the paper close to his face, his fingers trembling. "Once upon a time," he started slowly, his eyes big. "There was a princess, who was trapped in a castle." He looked up from the paper as quickly as possible, blushing madly when his eyes met Doodle's. Then, they quickly drifted over to the seat next to hers. Caedil. He quickly looked down at his paper as Caedil smirked and leaned back in his seat, trying to hide his mocking laughter. About two minutes later, he has finished his story, and he was somewhat proud of himself, but he had done something wrong apparently, because almost everybody was laughing. He sluggishly walked back to his seat as Caedil snickered and tried to trip him. "Damon?" The teacher said, beckoning him back up. Avielle gave him a small, encouraging smile as he walked up to the teacher's desk. She leaned in close and whispered. "Damon, will you tell me what color Avielle's long and shiny hair is, please?" She asked, quoting directly from his writing. He nodded quickly and looked her in the eye. "Purple, like I said!" The teacher sighed and put her hand on Damon's shoulder. "No, Damon. It's black, sweetie." That sentence broke his heart. He knew what it meant, and while for others it wouldn't bother them, it shattered his heart. His eyes welled up with tears as he ran back to his seat, Caedil trying to trip him once again. To this day, Damon has a whole different perspective on things. Not on some things, everything. He's accepted that he is different, but is still bullied by many people, including Caedil, but also has many friends by his side to stick by him through the tough times.

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by Charchar2
by MintCat

extra •

For my extra, I've decided to do a little interview. I was originally going to create a music video, but something popped up and I was unable to. My apologies. Anything in bold is a question, and anything in orange is Damon speaking.

What is your name?
Damon. I think we've made that clear already....?

How old are you?
I'm t-twenty-seven. Why are you asking me things you already know the answer to?

Where do you live?
I live in San Francisco. But you already know that.

Shh, it's for other people to read, not me. So, who are your best friends?
B-best friends? That term is a little, well, kiddish. But if you insist on calling them that, Doodle and Avielle are my best friends.

Okay, well, do you have a crush?
Would you /please/ not ask me that? -blushes and glares-

Alright, but you'll have to tell us eventually. If you had three wishes, what would they be?
What the hell kind of q-question is this?! -sighs- No bullies, no bullies, and... something else, but you don't get to know that one.

Since you're still bullied nowadays, what do you do to get them off your mind?
Wouldn't you like to know....

Alright, whatever. Who's the one person who had bullied you the most?
C-Caedil...

Last one. Do you wear any accessories?
D-don't use that word, it makes me sound like a girl. But yeah, I have a green glowstick around my paw. It's the only color I can actually see, so it just makes me feel, I dunno, secure? No, that's not it.. J-just, leave. You said you were done.

Oops I lied, one more. Are you glad this is over?
-sighs and walks away- mhm.

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Unfortunetely I'm on a bit of a hiatus at the moment, but if you're checking the fanclub a lot, I do post frequently, and sometimes almost too much! I'd roleplay him as much as I could, and try to order tons of art, though I can't guarantee it, since all I have is CS pets basically, I can promise you that if I win, Damon would be spoiled rotten, just like my other two girls, Izabel and Cinna.

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