[Curious]

This is Arabella Seirra, but you can call her Bella, Erra, or Ari. I named her for it's uniqueness and how it stands out.

Female, of course.

Bella is a lay-back type of girl with a firey temper. She can get worked up on the smallest things, but is easy to defuse. She loves hanging out and chatting, and every once and a while singing and dancing.

I'll get more detail into this when I have more time.

[.The Bootless Box.]

Reserve!

[Moskow]

Reserved with the name Gale <33

[Vintage]

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When we first came here
We were cold and we were clear
With no colors in our skin
We were light and paper thin

And when we first came here
we were cold and we were clear
With no colors in our skin
'Til we let the spectrum in

Say my name
And every color illuminates
We are shining
And we will never be afraid again

And when we come for you
We'll be dressed up all in blue
With the ocean in our arms
Kiss your eyes and kiss your
palms

And when it's time to pray
We'll be dressed up all in grey
With metal on our tongues
And silver in our lungs

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/// b a s i c s

❝ name ;;
• Reconnaissance

name meaning ;;
• When Reconnaissance was born, her parents were shocked, and they strongly disliked her gender being female rather than male. They wanted a prince, a knight in shining armor, that they could marry to a popular female Kiamara. But when they realized they had a girl, they chose the first name off the top of their heads and left it at that. As Reconnaissance was born to parents who were sophisticated and elegant, much like from old England, they named her Victoria. As Reconnaissance grew up, she started to hate her name, as it was too formal, too refined, so she named herself Reconnaissance.

I have a French background, so I chose a French translation to the word Recognition, because all Reconnaissance wants is recognition from her parents. Her nickname, Recon, also means surveillance in English, and she has to be under strict surveillance at school, but at home, she is the complete opposite of the word recon. Rather than being watched, under surveillance, she is being ignored.

age ;;
• In human years, she is around 16, a teenager.

birthday ;;
• March 31st

birth place ;;
• Reconnaissance’s parents were very proud of their upper-class position, and very much so admired England because of its powerful history. Both of them, feeling that they belonged there, live in England, in a very large manor. Reconnaissance was born in a mansion, a couple miles outside of London, in the rural area, quite private. ❞

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ｇ ｅ ｎ ｄ ｅ ｒ \\\

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I'm sorry, mother...
I'm sorry, I let you down
Well, these days I'm fine
No these days I tend to lie

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❝ Reconnaissance is definitely a female, with feminine silky soft pink and gold fur, long ebony eye lashes, and startling vibrant eyes. Despite hanging around the guys, Reconnaissance is female, and she doesn't think of herself any other way. The reasoning her being more compatible with the guys is because they have less tendency to burst into a tantrum about their grooming needs ❞

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I'm breakin' down
Gonna start from scratch
Shake it off like an etch-a-
sketch
My lips are saying goodbye
My eyes are finally dry

I'm not the way that I used to be
I took the record off repeat
It killed me but I survived
And now I'm coming alive

I'll never be that girl again

My innocence is wearin' thin
But my heart is growing strong
So call me, call me, call me

Miss movin' on

I broke the glass surrounding me
I ain't the way you remember me
I was such a good girl
So fragile but no more

I jumped the fence to the other
side
My whole world was electrified
Now I'm no longer afraid
It's Independence Day

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/// ｈ ｉ ｓ ｔ ｏ ｒ ｙ

❝ When Reconnaissance was born, she was not known as that name, rather, she was known as Victoria. She was born to two parents who would have loved a son. When they realized they had a female instead of a male, they were quite disappointing. They wanted a knight in shining armor. A son who could rush into the fray without a doubt in mind, a son who could they could marry off to a rich girl, so they could inherit some money as well. But all their dreams were crushed, seeing a golden gal with loud and proud leopard print. Horrified, they decided that they couldn't bear the thought of having a female child, and decided that they would pay no attention to her.
As Victoria grew up, she was constantly thinking she was lower than everyone. Whenever she performed for her parents, they always muttered a few words to themselves about ignoring her, and left her alone. The fact that her parents could never muster up one simple complement, left Victoria thinking she was lower than everybody, with small self-esteem. Instead of moping around like any other unmotivated Kia, Victoria made it her goal to attract her parents' attention, to prove to them that she was worth their recognition.
So at that, Victoria perfected her table manners, her vocabulary, and practiced her posture. But as always, nothing happened. She was left to speak with her proper English accent, left to balance the books on her head properly. As usual, nothing emitted from her parents. She was left to punctuate her consonants properly, to learn how to balance books on her head by correct posture, and how to become the upper-class woman.
However, one night, all of the frustration, stress, anger, and most importantly, her somber feelings, becmae too much for her, and she snapped and spent the night crying, crystal-like tears flowing down her soft golden fur. After there were no more tears left to stream out, Victoria came up with a plan. Instead of trying to attract her parents' attention by doing good things, she would be bad. Steal and vandalize, should attract their attention. Victoria even got piercings, one of the things her parents absolutely despised; to see what they would think, even give her the slightest of glances. But nothing happened. She’s still so alone, so instead, while she was outside of her home, she acted brash, humorous, and obnoxious. Those personality traits generally gained you a nice posse of friends. She gained a large gang-like type group, mostly male, to make up for the attention that was kept away from her at home. ❞

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ｐ ｅ ｒ ｓ ｏ ｎ ａ ｌ ｉ ｔ ｙ \\\

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Can nobody hear me?
I got a lot that's on my mind
I cannot breathe
Can you hear it, too?

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❝ As a young girl, Reconnaissance, Victoria at the time, was a very happy little lady. She was constantly thinking of the bright side of things, trying her hardest to make the most out of the circumstance she was stuck in each and every way possible. Although, with this personality trait in mind, Reconnaissance would not try to make a situation seem like the complete opposite that it is, she would simply try brightening up the situation, not clouding the minds of others. In this sense, Reconnaissance wasn't, and still isn't, the smartest of Kiamaras. Of course, she can do the basic math and reading, but growing up, she had troubling problems with this. She was constantly bullied for being ‘slightly below average’ in school, and she hated every moment of it. Her grammar wasn't particularly perfect, nor was her language, as it was basic, nothing too fancy like her parents used. Her parents’ accent, the way they pronounced their letters with clarity and sophistication, using words that most Kiamaras had not even heard of. They, of all Kiamaras, motivated Reconnaissance, as she wanted to impress them, catch their attention with her perfect syllables, her elegance and sophistication.

Still known as Victoria at the time, Reconnaissance was brutally shy, another reason why she was bullied so often, as she wouldn't fight back, she never had that fierceness. Although she was optimistic, she was never optimistic outwardly, she never spoke in a large crowd, and only would speak to when spoken to, and even then, very quietly. She was kind, but not overly kind, picking up a dropped item, holding open a door, but nothing to make her stick out. Reconnaissance would try to blend in with the crowd, never to stick out, because then everyone would expect her to do something, and would always watch her. She would only preform acts for her parents, brilliant acts of performance, to impress them, but nothing did.

Once Reconnaissance realized that she wasn't going to get anything out of being a perfect little baby her parents never cared for, her personality changed, she changed dramatically. The biggest difference than everyone noticed, even her parents, who never commented on it, was her boldness. She would shout out answers in class, much unlike her previous quiet state where she wouldn't say anything at all, and mutter the answer when called on. Reconnaissance would snarl back to her teachers, she would vandalize all of the desks, she was noticed, everyone thought she was the new girl, until someone commented that she was in school since the first day. Reconnaissance, her name was changed at this time, would prank her teachers, and play games in class, anything that the teacher specifically told her not to do, she did it. Her parents were called; and they did nothing about it.
Another trait Reconnaissance earned was her ability to lie through her teeth so easily, without a sense of doubt residing in anyone. She angered quickly, and no one dared anger her, because if they did, she would yell at them, and maybe give them a few rough bruises for evidence. She was obnoxious, a powerful stream of pride flowing throughout her, and she never looked down anymore, she always went up.
Reconnaissance also showed quite a few leadership skills, commanding attention at a flick of her head, knowing exactly how to manipulate the crowd into moving over to her side. She had amazing skills of speech, and simply had the attitude, some call it ‘swag,’ that others didn't, that made her loved. Every once in a while, she will snap, many different emotions that she had been holding in for a long period of time, as well as her attention problems with her parents, she will cry and scream, but never out loud, always in the privacy of her own home. She changed from the quiet girl, to the loud and proud feisty queen of the school. ❞

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I'm coming home to you
Every night...

I'm the colorless sunrise
That's never good enough
I'm the wind that's in your hair
That ruffles you up
If you can find a reason
You can let me know
I won't blame you
I'll just turn and go

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/// ｑ ｕ ｉ ｒ ｋ ｓ

❝ likes ;;
• Punk Rock, as long as it has a violin/cello featured
• Cantaloupe
• Attention

dislikes ;;
• Being the one left out/no one paying attention to her
• Self Obsession
• Bananas

fears ;;
• Her parents disowning her
• Every Kiamara Reconnaissance knows completely ignores her
• Dragonflies ❞

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///Ｏｎｃｅ Ｕｐｏｎ Ａ Ｔｉｍｅ. . .\\\

“Mom!” The young Kiamara raced up to her mother, holding two books in her mouth with a huge smile on her face. “Mom! Watch this!” She was so exited to show her mother the trick that she was about to perform that she didn't even notice her mother didn't cast her a glance.
She set the two huge books down on the ground with a ‘thud’, then she used her nuzzle to flip one of the books on her head. After a few seconds of trying to get the first book to balance, she flipped the next one on top of the first book. Grinning to herself, she turned around to face her mother.
“See, mom? I did it!” Victoria exclaimed happily. She had been working on that trick for a while now, just to show her mom, who she was sure would be proud.
“Uh-huh,” Her mother nodded, but didn't look up from whatever she was doing. “That’s great. Go do something else, Victoria.”
Not even a glance? Using her formal name? Victoria felt her tail drop unwillingly, but she wouldn't give up. She was going to get noticed. Her parents would notice her. Help her. Do something. Even if it meant being someone she wasn't.
Victoria straightened her posture, making herself look more posh. She silently recalled all the things her mother and father had told her; tail down, but not dragging, ears pricked, chin up and never show emotion. Using the things that she learned, she silently walked out of the room, not even bothering to glance at her mom.
She walked out into the eerie hallway that connected her room to her parents, and finally allowed her facade to drop. Gritting her teeth she stomped down the hallways to her room, muttering things like, “Go bother someone else? I’ll show her!”
She yanked open the door, then slammed it shut, not even hearing someone yelling on the other side of the hallway. Not that she cared; it was probably just her father or someone like that. What’s he going to do, shove soap in my mouth?
Victoria the sighed, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down. Slowly, and much more calmly, she walked over to her bed and jumped climbed onto the bed,rolling onto her stomach, happily embracing the softy, plush covers. Her tail dropped over the other side of the bed as she shifted onto her back, staring at the ceiling. This bed that she’s had for years seemed like the only thing that accepted her with open arms. Or where they posts?
The young girl almost found herself laughing. Was this bed really the only thing that accepted her in this awful house? An inanimate object that had no feelings or emotions? But at the moment, she didn’t really care, just glad that something had accepted her.
Why couldn’t her parents just like her? Why couldn’t they just let her be her and not someone that she wasn’t? She just wanted someone to love her more than her friends could.
That night she decided to try a different approach. If her parents didn’t do anything while she was being good, then what would they do if she were being bad? A grin found her way onto her normally stoic face. Victoria is gone now, she’s not going to be seen anymore, instead, Recon is going to cause chaos all over this house.


It started with the stealing. Simple things like her mother’s favorite fruit, or a nice moss bedding. She would then run back to her room, laughing all the way. It felt good, she felt as if she were finally free. Running wild all over the mansion? It was a lot more fun than it sounded.
The more that time past, the more stuff she stole and the more worried her parents were getting. They kept thinking that there was a burglar in the house and talked about hiring someone to watch the house. Recon’s eyes widened, guards? Wasn’t a butler enough? But she wasn’t scared, no. She was exited. To her, the guards were just another challenge that needed to be overcome.
A few days later, and a whole lot more stuff disappeared. Things like vases in the halls, unique plants, and other expensive things. The threat of guards became less and less of just a discussion and more of an actual movement to stop whatever was happening to them.
Recon loved the whole thing. During the day, when her parents were around, she was Victoria, the sweet, proper and posh kiamara who was terrified of the burglaries, but at night she was Recon, the very problem everyone wanted to stop.
She was about to go out the next night when Recon actually stopped and thought about what she was doing. She knew it was bad, that was the point, but why was she actually doing this? Was it just to spite her parents? Or was it because she felt alone? Afraid? Her ears flattened. No, she wasn’t afraid. She just needed to do this, to get their attention.
After the young heir was finished getting dressed, she quietly snuck out of her room, avoiding the spots in the hallway where the moonlight shimmered through the windows. She glanced out the window and felt a soft smile come onto her face. A full moon, huh? They were supposed to be pretty lucky.
Recon hurried around the house, looking for the vault where her parents kept an enormous amount of money. It would be her biggest mission yet, and she was practically shaking from excitement.
She spotted a guard right outside the entrance and she stopped to watch him. Recon had this night all planned out, she would sneak in when the hallway guard switched with the vault guard, then run out with the money. It wasn’t the best plan, she knew that already, but she didn’t have any other plan.
She heard the soft paw steps of the approaching guard and she flattened herself to the floor, out of sight. There was talking, then someone laughed. She then heard the squeaking of a chair and she assumed that both guards were about to go patrol the hallways right outside the vault.
Perfect.
As quiet as possible, Recon snuck towards the vault. The guards weren’t in sight. Recon almost laughed at how perfect this was! This was going to be her best and most easy theft. There was no way anyone could mess this up.
Of course, she didn’t know how wrong she was.
Recon didn’t see it coming until it hit her in the face. Literally. She glared at nothing when she allowed herself to make a loud ‘ufftp!’ noise when she hit the ground hard. Looking over her shoulder, she saw a small trip wire that she didn’t she before. This mistake might’ve just cost her dearly.
All the young Kiamara could do was try and get her paw free, while hoping the guards didn’t’ notice the disturbance. She inwardly cursed when she heard the thumping of paws and someone yelling. How, how could someone have luck this bad? It was just insulting.
“It’s the thief!” One of them shouted.
“We got ‘em!” The other replied happily.
A body slammed into hers, successfully pinning her to the ground. Recon sighed, this wasn’t supposed to happen. How could she have let herself fall for such a foolish mistake?
Apparently, one of the guards was thinking the same thing because he laughed and said, “How could a master thief fall for such a stupid tripwire?” Recon would be lying if her spirits weren’t lifted when the guard said ‘master’.
“What should we do with him?” Her. She was a female, not a male. The guard on top of Recon said with a voice that made Recon’s stomach drop.
“We can’t tell the Master and mistress until the morning,” The other guard reasoned, calling Recon’s mother and father ‘Master and mistress’. “But we can tie ‘em up for the night and make sure ‘e can’t do anything.”
“Or you could let me go.” Recon tried to use blind reasoning, hoping the guards were stupid enough to fall for it. Both of them laughed in her face and Recon took that answer as a ‘no’.
The guard on top of her finally decided to get off her, but he still pinned her paws to the ground. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
He reached over and tried to pull off her mask. Oh no. Oh no. She couldn’t let them know if was her! Both guards would recognize her! But the mask came off anyway, and Recon's fur flowed freely once again.
The young girl gave a weak smile at the two dumbstruck guards. “Hey, boys.”
“The heiress?!” Both exclaimed as one and back away quickly. “What are you doing?”
“Would you believe I was getting a late night snack?” It was the best thing she could come up with other then, ‘let me go or else’. Maybe she could still weasel her way out of this. The guards gave her a look that said ‘what do you think?’ Yeah, Recon didn’t think so.
“Please let me go!” The heiress threw herself on the ground in a desperate attempt to reason with the guards. She looked up at them with her puppy dog eyes. “I promise I won’t do it again.” Empty promise, but whatever, as long as they’d let her go.
“Oi, oi.” One of the guards said, looking away from Recon and her puppy-dog eyes. “Stop doing that.”
“Please?” Her puppy dog eyes intensified and she even let out a pitiful noise.
The other guard threw his paws up in the air, surrendering. “Fine! We’ll let you go if you promise that you won’t do this again.”
“I promise mister!” Not.
The guard went to untangle her paw and untie her other limbs. Once she was free, Recon happily hugged the guard before racing off. She called over her shoulder, “Please don’t tell mom and dad!” before disappearing from sight.
The next day, the vault was open and empty and Recon was nowhere in sight. At least, until the next night.

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Story by Blueh.

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[FoxerOwl]

Pfft right after reserving I realized I just don't feel a connection, but I was trying to force myself to like her oxo Beautiful design, but not for me. Sorry!

[Vintage]

Apple, is there a possibly limit for art/literature? Or are we allowed to have as much art and literature as we want? And you did a wonderful job making this adorable little Kia, she's(In my opinion) is beautiful.

[reignex]

J E Z E B E L | I N G R I D | Q U I N N

Show me how to lie
You’re getting better all the time
And turning all against the one
Is an art that’s hard to teach
Another clever word
Sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you step back into line
A mob jumps to their feet

art here

Now dance, dance
Man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You’re gonna go far, kid

"Who am I? Why do you care? Why don't you go jump in a lake, loser."

"I-I just wanted to know your name...."

"Seriously?! If you want to know my name, ask anyone. Everybody knows me."

"But I-"

"Fine! Since you begged, I'll tell you. The name's Jezebel Ingrid Quinn. Remember it. Now scram, chicken."



That was a conversation between Lacey and Jezebel. She's very aggressive.

Things you really should know ::

Before even considering approaching Jezebel Ingrid, there are some things you need. But not items. You've got to have a personality and a look.

Attitude
Oh, this is a big one. Jezebel Ingrid Quinn will not, under any circumstances, catch herself hanging out with a wimpy goody two-shoes. Ever. She has a reputation to uphold. Not only that, but she hates insanely nice people. They tick her off to no end. Like, shut up about how nice your day was. Nobody gives a flying feather, okay?! The world is a terrible place, so stop pretending it isn't.

Courage
Man up already. It's just a spider. A bug. A pest. You can stand being around other kiamaras all day, and any one of them could be psychotic. A bug is nothing. If you even look unnerved by something smaller than you, Jezebel Ingrid will ditch you before you could say "coward".

Jezebel Up Close ::

perosnality personalitypersonality personality personality personality personality personality personality personality personality personality

Enjoyables and Despicables ::

likes like likes likes likes likes likes likes likes

dislikes dislikes dislikes dislikes dislikes dislikes

[Lady Bun]

Question:

Does this have to be a girl??

You said anything goes sooo was wondering..

[Sneky]

Dropping out, I just don't have the time. Love the piercings, though!

[Destiny]

Dropping out

I love this girl very very much

aside from the fact that I dont have a list of artistic friends
to help me

I spent hours upon hours on my form but apparently someone took it
upon themselves to copy my template... its extremely frustrating

good day