[m0chicakez]

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[Finally uncovered her for the rest of the world to see! I think she is pretty much finished, even if I know I could've done a more complicated, eye-catching design. But I think the simplicity goes well with her glowy spots.
The timer is off, I've had the tab open whenever I've used my computer just to assure myself that I can edit/add stuff to her whenever something pops up in my head. I hope you'll enjoy my form, her design and character. I've had her in my head for far too long, and I am glad to finally be able to show her to the world]

It was a gloomy, rainy night. A person walked out into the alley, leaning towards the wall as they picked up something from their pocket. Soon, it turned out that it was a pack of cigarettes as you saw the person place one on their lips, lightening it.
A faint glow appeared on the cancer stick, and for one moment it became stronger as the person inhaled, almost as strong as the light on her face, arms and tail.
A few seconds passed, and as they exhaled a cloud of smoke came out of their mouth, rising to the sky just to fade into thin air.
The person noticed you and turned their head. A pair of almost white eyes stared into yours, and it felt like they reached for the deepest part of your mind. They where almost expressionless, but a faint glimpse of what you thought was curiousity sparkled in her eyes. And then you noticed that they weren't all colourless, but instead filled with all kinds of colours that never stopped changing place, hue and pattern.
You noticed her wavy hair, the skinny body under her oversized top and black jeans.
After a minute or two that felt like eternity the door opened once again.
"Are you coming?" A voice said and she turned with a sigh and an annoying expression on their face.
"Geez, Caleb. Let me finish this cigarette, will you?" Her voice had a irritated cling to it.
"Hurry up. The audience is waiting"
"What ever." She said and sighed once again as she threw the last part of her cigarette away. She then followed him into the building, not even bothering to give you another glimpse.
You where once again alone in the darkness, and stood there for a couple of minutes before turning and walking away from the alley, into the loud and crowded city.

Username:

Cakeface

Kiamara's Name:

Grace Adilyn Rae, but goes by Rae [pronounced Rhay]

Kiamara's Gender:

Female

Personality:

Rae is a kia with a self-esteem that would be enough for a being five times her size, or more five more kias and it would still be plenty left. Outgoing, selfish and hot-tempered is also three words that would describe her the best, not to talk about greedy.
If there is something she wants, she will get it; No matter what.
She often uses her charm and a flirty attitude to claim whatever she thought was interesting enough to put some effort in obtaining it, everything from the slightest cigarette to a pack of chewing gum or even just some attention.
She also likes poetry and to read, but it's actually fire, music and cats that are three things that means the most to her.
Cats because according to her, those creatures are the only ones she can relate to. And they are cute, fluffy and they rarely do something to please others. And when they do, it's often because they know that there is something in it for them as well.
Fire, because to her it symbolizes life and death at the same time. Hope and Fear. Plus, she really loves to see the slightest thing burn.
And probably the most important thing, music. She thinks that there is never a time to not listen to it, and she loves how it can both affect and 'sympathize' with ones emotions and thoughts. That is probably the biggest reason why she wants to make it for a living, to be a DJ or an artist and affect others lives with something she created.

Rae isn't just a snobby, flirty brat without any respect for others feelings. She do know that it's not only her who can be hurt, happy or angry. She has just decided to... Not think about that. Because whenever she did so earlier, it only ended up in her feeling pain instead and that's why she tries to not sympathize with others, because there is no winning to her by doing so.
It might sound wrong or selfish, but that's just the way she is.
Everyone got their own reasons to why they act and think like they do, and there is no right in trying to change that perspective.

Likes:

• Attention
• Cats
• Fire
• Music
• Poetry
• Comics
• Her guitar
• Spicy Food
• Cigarettes
• Rain
• Glowy/Shiny things
• Chewing gum
• Weird and random individuals
• Darkness

Dislikes:

• Being ignored, judged
• 'Boring' people
• Food that barely has any taste
• Being used
• Really hot/sunny weather
• Extremely clingy attention seekers [according to her, that is not what she is]
• Really religious persons who thinks other opinions than theirs are wrong
• Being told what to do

Notes-
-Has a sidecut and dark turqoise, somewhat wavy-ish hair and tailfluff.
-Custom spots that glows. The glow may vary depending on her mood. [more vivid when having a strong emotion, fainter when depressed/sad etc]
-Forked tounge.
-Is extremely fluffy. [Fur edits]
-Three raven feathers. The one around her neck is also dyed with some sort of glowy paint in a try to match her hair.
-Two earrings in the ear that's visible and the one hidden under all that hair got two piercings called industrials.


Critique is always welcomed, both positive and negative! nwn