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Hi! I'm Spottedsong! I am the proud owner of one other kiamara, Aurielle, and am ready to take another into my family ^.^
Name-
Boreas. I have decided to name this kiamara after the cold north wind. The name Boreas also refers to the god of the north wind. Since his name is kind’ve a mouthful, though, he likes to go by Bo.
Gender-
Male
personality-
Perfectionist- Bo never does anything halfway. He refuses to accept anything short of absolutely perfect. This, of course, attributes to his OCD nature. Everything about him is impeccable, from his house to his fur to his simple movements. But as good as it sounds, it also gets in the way of him having a ‘normal’ life. He stresses over everything, even if most kiamaras would just pass it by. Okay is not acceptable- he is constantly trying to prove himself. It normally applies to small things, like the angle of something on a shelf, but sometimes affects big things in his life, too.
Lives for the moment- Let’s get this straight, first off. He’s not a daredevil. He is not the kiamara you will see bungee-jumping off of the tallest building in the city. But that’s beside the point- he likes to enjoy life. Simple things in life enthrall him, like walks on the beach or a good novel to pass the time. He wants to live life to the fullest, but not in the way that most people think. He hasn't had any near-death experiences, nor has he lost any family members, but he wants to be the best he can be for them.
Dislikes being alone- This attribute speaks for itself, mostly. Bo is constantly craving social interaction. It mostly started when he was young, being scared of the dark, always wanting someone to be there with him. Even if it is just someone sitting by him, he always feels safer when he has company. When he is alone, his OCD starts to take over him a little. He becomes such a perfectionist that it might just be borderline unhealthy for him. Little things make him twitchy, so that's why he needs the support of others so that he has a shoulder to lean on.
Difficult expressing himself- Bo has always struggled to show his true colors. He’s the type of kiamara that will change what he wanted to say because the kia he was talking to said an opinion. It’s not like he’s consciously doing this- it’s just something that he’s done since he was a little one. It’s a result of his self-conciousness that has always followed him.
Bo wouldn’t call skating a hobby for him. As cliché as it sounds, skating is a way of life for him. He spends several hours down at the rink after school every day, trying to perfect his movements. He is far from a professional, but he’s a lot better than most people think. His tall, slim build allows him to zip across the ice with ease, something he’s loved to do since he was little. Partner work on the ice has started to intrigue him, and even though Bo isn’t very good at it, he’s trying to work on his technique. When he was younger, his father gave him a hand-painted set of ice skates, which he uses for competitions today, still. He has passed the test to become a teacher, and he teaches the beginner kiamaras how to skate.
extras- short stories. They'll be under 400 words each :3
First time on the lake-
“What do you mean, ice skate?” the tiny kiamara’s mouth gaped in a small frown of surprise. “But skating is for girls!” it moaned, putting his face in his hands. Another kiamara, much bigger than the young one, patted him lightly on the back. “Bo, it’s not for girls.” He cooed lightly. “It shows that you are brave enough to do what girls do.” He winked at his son. Bo looked up, a questioning glance riddling his features. “Really?” he asked, gingerly reaching out to grab the skates in front of him. They were a shiny white leather, soft and clean to the touch. How could something so girly be brave? He looked up at his father. “Try it.” He nodded to his son.
Soon, the laces were tied, and he was standing at the edge of the lake. A hesitant step here, another there, and soon he was flying. Well, as close to flying as a kia can get.
The contest-
“Let’s all welcome Boreas onto the ice!” the announcer’s voice rang in my ears, almost deafening me. One of these days, I was going to replace that thing with a fake microphone. I wasn’t nervous- I never was, about skating, but something was eating its way up into my stomach. Some people call it adrenaline, but I just call it speed. Wait, was that my cue? Dangit! I push myself onto the ice with practiced strokes, catching up to my part in the music. Twist, swirl, spin, jump… I moved with ease, feeling everything settle into place. I can never stop thinking of my father when I do this. I still have the skates that he gave me my first time on the ice. My costume sparkles in the spotlight, a soft grey against my fur. Everyone says sparkles are girly, and I vocally agree, but I actually quite like them. They make me think of the star that everyone calls me. They say I’m a star, but I don’t quite see it yet.
What the…. Why is the wall… no! I slam into the half-wall full-speed, flipping over and into the stands. I feel myself fall onto something soft… no, someone! I hurriedly hop to my feet, brushing myself off. I have a bloody nose, and I wipe it with the back of my hand. What the heck is wrong with me… I got distracted in the middle of a contest! I’m furious with myself, until I remember the kia I landed on. I turn to face her. She’s a small thing, and I awkwardly frown at her. “You alright? What’s your name?” I ask her, offering a hand to help her up. She picks up a camera that she apparently dropped when I… fell…. and smirks. “Nymeria. I know who you are, though.” She shrugs. “Yeah. Well, sorry about that.” I offer my apologies, and soon, we start talking. I learn she’s a photographer, and she seems nice. I leave for the hospital wing, realizing that I just made my first friend since before I started skating.
Teacher's slip-
“Come on, you’ve almost got it! Come on—oops…” Bo drifted off as Abigail fell down, sliding across the ice on her backside. “Good job! Want to try again?” Bo offered a hand to her, and she took it, wobbling back to her feet. “I’m no good…” she wined, brushing the ice dust off of her clothes. “I mean, honestly. I’ve fallen down twice already, and we just started!” She grunted, shaking her head. Bo bit his lip, shrugging. “You’re doing great, Abigail, you just have to practice!” he encouraged. She nodded, starting forward again.
“One foot… yes, slide. Other foot, slide, closer to the center…” Boreas muttered, holding her by her shoulders to keep her steady. “Yes, good. Almost got it. Pick up the pace a little.”
Bo loved teaching. Loved it. The thought that he was spreading his knowledge to others warmed his heart. His own teacher had just retired, so he was just about teaching himself now. It was cool to have some students, even if it meant that he was spending so much time at the rink after school. He was thinking about dropping out of college and taking on a full-time job here.
“Hello? Bo?” Abigail was looking at him like he was insane, and he just noticed that they had stopped. So much for reminiscing. “Yeah, sorry. Wanna see if you can do it on your own?” he asked, and she nodded. She slowly made their way forward, inching at a snail’s pace on the ice. Slowly, Abigail gained speed, until she was smoothly –even if slowly-making their way around the rink.
With a proud smile, Bo watched his student skate around until she was able to get the hang of it, gaining speed. This is what he lived for. The ice was his first home, not his second.
All art is by me, except for the middle piece :3
The middle piece is by Lion <3
Thank you to the owners of Abigail and Nymeria for letting me use them ^.^
