Kia up for free adoption!

[lex]

mark

[shortstop]

Username;; shadow9119
Owner or nonowner;; Owner of one c:
Kia name;;
Kia Gender;;(May be anything, i see more as a male but you're welcome to change!)
Relationship with family;;

[Nines]

mark!

[Sixbane]

Teeny bump~

[Offended Cockatiel]

Notes:
Is distant to the ideas of gods
Is stuck between seeing Them as over glorafied fables and believing they're powerful higher entities, albeit not gods
Yet spends their time constantly painting images of what these creatures mite look like - painting
Always playing with hair
Cuts strands of hair and burns them—
Wrote down stories as a kid-- innocent kid
Mainly followed Grandma Ezra around whenever she showed up, always ready to learn about potions
Goes out of the house a lot to collect thing -- things; flowers, feathers, swamp water, bounds of mold, rocks
Swamps
Paint with potions: ie. creates special mixture of natural paints and uses them, they're lovely in texture
Draws out designs for outfits from characters in stories- dad is good at sewing after all
Wild child with good intentions?? P good in youth, worse as they aged
Very emotional- tries hard with little results and does not handle it well, but hides it well
Skeptical but eager to learn about necromancy
Certain kind of aesthetic, artistic fashion sense


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Arrange me into marriage, marry me off to the child of a priest that talks to the gods

Doubt leads to the killing, awakening, and rejuvenation of belief...

Username;; Offended Cockatiel
Owner or nonowner;; Owner
Kia name;; Amorette
Kia Gender;; Demigirl

No matter what the world holds, remind yourself... There's still something hidden in the distance, or maybe quite nearby

After the rain had settled in, it's gentle palms, with the utmost of care, set down small handfuls of water atop the windows glass. Everything eased. Soon the world around the big house feigned into a delicate lull, a sleepy sort of dawning that cradled whatever spirits rested above the floorboards. Large orange eyes caught the faintest flicker of a light and chased it to the edges of sight. She'd been doing it for multiple hours now, trying to tell what was out there. How was the world working on the other side of the window, within the fog so dense that one could find and lose multiple lives wading through it? Both eyes looked for a target with eerie precision and just as she'd fixated on the subtlest of objects, fog overtook the scene once again...

She'd been told about pixies, just once, just briefly, and that had been all enough. Because she'd gained an ardent fascination quickly then after. Mythical beings were not scientifically plausible, but there was a lacked deniability to lose consciousness of them. So, she believed. Or rather, let herself believe, mind consciously giving itself the go ahead, although within reason. Anxiously, the little beacon that was Amorette, raised into her tippy toes. The couch creased beneath both petite feet. If she were to stare out long enough... She would see something. And that was when her breath would hitch, chest drop, knees fall with excitement. Logically, the hypothesis made flaw free sense. If she waited... The world would come.

As the fog swerved its way by the window, a small smile drifted onto her lips. Spring was here, reticently peaking it's head through the thickness. It was hers. The flower buds found their ways up and out from the patches of grass within the swamps, and if there were ever an example of life setting itself into the world, no matter the circumstances, she'd like to think that was it. And due to the acquiescence of Spring to these sunless days, those little etchings of life within her world were at rest. She was not. At 12 years of age, Amore knew better than to question life any more than that...

She was fastidious as both thin pointer fingers sketched the swamps waiting outside for her. Pixies, real or unreal, fluttered opaque, colourful wings within her imagination.

The day grew long, and she did not leave her post.

Soon Tin came to her, as she had hours before. And in a mindful state, sleepily within her own thoughts, Amore nodded at her sisters words in the dulling quiet of the day. "Amore, do you want to write a story with me?" The words flickered in, creating static electricity within her brain, the only ones that actually registered to her. The only words she'd heard, of all that her sibling had spoken. She'd always loved to write her stories, mother said they were lovely... It was reassurening, acceptable. A hobby she'd find herself constantly speaking about as the calmer of her two only pastimes. To her, painting was a passion infuriating as the streaks of colour used for it, writing the more elegant, lesser of the two evils. Peaceful.

"I'd like that very much," the words hummed out from her thin lips. "But Tin, once the fog goes down... Promise me you'll come exploring outside with me." She grabbed at her sisters hand, oh so similar to hers, and grinned purely, pleasantly. "Sorry for being so busy..."


Relationship-

Tin

Amore finds something striking about Tintin every day of her life. Tinnie is, without a single solitary doubt, the kept together one of the two. While young Amore loses herself in the world and within her own mind conveniently quick, she watches Tin keep her opinionated self striving for individuality by her side. There seems to be a hectic nature when it comes to her own habits, and situations comparing the two finds Tin to be the more perfected, human, peaceable twin, and so places her above her sister. Due to this process of thought secluded and isolated Amore tries to change, "fix" herself to come up to par. For Tintin she must be gentle, for Tintin she must be try to undersand things, for Tintin she must find herself somehow.... Adoration is not a word strong enough to describe the sense of care she feels, and a large portion of this excessive love felt by Amore for her sister comes from the pedestal of a position she's put Tin up on. The goodly, perfect child. She is the better twin, she listens, she lets be by myself as I'm needed, she knows of the world. She's prepared. I'm uncontrollably neurotic.

Dead things rise up from unearthed minds everyday, just find the art within them

Bottles spilling luster black over countertops sent shadows searching for spots of sunlight. "Dad, the shading's uneven," She muttered. Between clasping, curled fingers an awkwardly chiseled paintbrush danced. Among intervals of strokes her dark frame became comfortable in its position, melting into its own crevices behind the canvas. "Dad, the shading's uneven."

Soon coloured strikes morphed into eyes, staring back at their painter, stating a purpose unforeseen. "..." The silence was utterly shrill, dragging its nails across air until everything blanked over her very self.

No noise, no salvation. If this let on she'd be pierced by both the mahogany of these eyes and the lack of volume digging graves for the separate parts of their relationship. Maybe... Just maybe, she should try talking to him. Actually taking. Not passive aggressive murmurs, she'd have to remind herself this. "....... How's you work been?" She knew what was coming and yet she still breathed in hard, prayed upon whatever gods she was taught about and some figments beyond her knowledge, please don't say his name. Lords help me keep quiet.

"It's been fine." Great. Give a mumble, get a mumble she supposed. "My studies of the new works coming out have yielded some supple information, it's actually quite great!" Fine. This may be getting somewhere. But the subject of the matter was... "There are some people taking about Marchosias," The paintbrush dragged in deeper against her skin, pressed into the square of her palm. Keep calm, keep quiet. "They're saying—" Ssh, sssh, ssh...
Huh, what was he saying now? A burning had begun up in her left temple and streaked itself against the other side like an over dramatic king at work conquering. "Oh." Splotches of gray turned bone almost obsidian. Soon she watched his eyes as he fiddled with the brush he'd been given, making choppy motions with her gaze to match his own concentrated movements.

What an adorable man, look at the ardent turning of the brush between his fingers. Oh, how he tried. Two waves found themselves striked jageddly by his hands and her critical vision. When had they grown so distant? At what moment had this admiration of hers turned into ruminating displeasure in the abdomen. "Dad." Breathe, please, someone save me while I breathe. "The shading is uneven."

"Ah."
Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, keep on making realizations while the paints ink stains canvas endings why don't you. "It's okay, I'm sure no one will notice." She'd made herself into a lier, oops. "Just, don't get so distracted. Okay?"

"Of course. It's just that these books I've been reading can be so odd, so interesting." His voice dribbled of pastel passion, over flooded the colour of soft lips. "The followers have been finding them for me, big books with leather bindings and aged pages. See, one even talks about Marchosias," That name again. "In as much detail as to mention—" No passive aggression, try for me, she lectured herself in bedabbled confidentiality. These painted eyes stared her down, raised their brows in judgement. "And despite–" Amorette began nodding without words, trying to care. Truly she was trying, but the paint was inching into the wrong corners and the strictness of of her mind in immense annoyance left little excess talk to be desired. Soon his words drowned deep into folly.


"Mmhm," She dead panned with quiet dissatisfied musing. He was raving again. This time too busy to notice she'd gotten bored of him, Amarant kept going, and going and going. And. Going. Playing it by ear the blanched girl molded against her canvas, becoming a part of it with a single leg out, position sitting and yet haunched. "Amore... Amore?" Mmm, what?

"Amore...?"

"Yes, dad?" The damn shading was still uneven. Beautful cheeks had been formed by her hands and her hands alone, their indents chasms, their freckles sparse adventurers.

"I have a liaison with The followers in five minutes." Of course. It wasn't hard to hear the lilting of his voice when speaking of even that certain subject. It all came full circle, he— Marchosias followed her in her dreams, found her awake, buried each opening of her brain with shadowed hands that grabbed lovingly at her inequalities, her fury, her inhuman human rage, took the whispers of her lips and made them about him.


He mite have been... He was a bad ex she wanted to get rid of.

She'd danced with him before, multiple times, don't get her started.
No, daddy, I don't want to study that.
Can you tell me stories with other people?
Daddy, please, can you come play with me?
Daddy! You promised.
He's talking to you again?
What a special book.
Daddy? Are you listening?
You're not listening!
Not to him...
I'm here.
Daddy.
Daddy, daddy... Daddy!
Dad... The shading's uneven.
Took away her fathers consideration. Or maybe, she was over exhausting herself? She'd gone from hungering for her father to wanting him out of her system.


"Skip it."

She was met with surprise. Before he could question, Amorette repeated the words "Skip it."

He wouldn't, skip it that is. A sigh drifted from her tempered lips. "Just, lets finish these painting and," These worthless paintings. "Forget about stupid Marchosias for one Damn upturned minute!" Her spine stiffened. She had disgusted herself, and that took it's own drastic feat. Oh, how she loathed the fact that she could even say his name correctly, properly.

Ammarant'd keep his voice calm, structured, mellow monotone down to the chest.

"Amorette. I can't do that." Of course not. Never do that, just do it to me. God, am I jelous. Signaling a hand, brows raised and deadened she waved him off. Go. It was an accurate indication of her upside down sense of feeling, not just right at the moment, but at each and every fickle moment now and then.

She could see, from the corners of one eye, him resist squabbling. After all, he'd then be late for his meeting and that would be a sin upon itself.
Still her emotions rose queries in the contortion of his lips. She had faltered and he hadn't doubted that she would, an utter sense of distrust culminating between the chest beside hers she'd guess beyond all sense of belief. You wouldn't believe how hard I worked to be quiet, I stopped breathing for a minute just so you could talk! The minutes ticked, three more until trusty ol' meeting number 134.

She saw his eyes.
Why won't you believe me?

"I was quiet." Not worth it's salt, augh.

"Please." Her jaws grew tired with this swift exasperation. "Try to understand when I say I've tried! This Marcho– guy doesn't deserve all of your devotion! Take a break!

What is up with this house, this entire damn family and gods?! Please, give me a break! I'm about to vomit declarations of love for this man..." She faltered, only for a moment, only to recollect her thoughts and nothing more. "This person... if I hear one more single, solitary mention of Mar– damn– cho– fricken– sias!"

And she watched his pride claw from soul and flesh out his very eyes.
And another day... Just another argument.


Relationship-

Amarant
What can be said about a strained daddy daughter relationship that dances with two on a single, thin tightrope? Rhetorical question. There rests only one fickle place of discrepency between the duo, and its a wayward subject. For the daughter of a dark god appraising, utterly devoted man, Amore sure has an uncomfortable tendency to question the subjects of her fathers passions. Whenever he starts with Marchosias there she is, unable to bite lip and shut it, interrogating him, questioning the importance of everything he finds relevant, upending his very thought process with science and deniability. One can easily find Amorette mouthing out her annoyance with low blow words, gutteral voice beneath a thinly drawn scowl. "Mystery is fine, science is fine, great– but you can't be so undoubtably devoted to somebody who hasn't even payed you mind, if they were to exist." She mumbles, she mutters, an exacted, over complex brain space boiling down to the unanswered question of why? Sure, Amarant gave an answer, but it wasn't viable nor legal, and she needed a statement that was acceptable.

Amore was always overzealous with her affections when it came to dearest daddykins. She'd, from an early age, ask him to talk about the tales he'd ramble on all of the time, and nod and give the required amount of gasps, smiles, tilts of the head, gentle applause. Every word of her writing bloomed from an interest of her fathers unraveling admiration for Marchosias, and every outfit she's asked him to sew, upon the many, was somehow linked to the characters of her writings. Thus, things circled right back to him and his dark god. This affection trifled her way of seeing him over the years and soon Amore had come to the decision that his very thoughts were incorrect and, harshly, in need of fixing. This is where the quibbling began, and this is where it grows into age.






Patience was a virtue and she had it, if not any other.

Smoke rose like petals in the wind, yearning for distance.



Relation-

Miette

Quite like her mother in some respects, Amore settles at an equilibrium and becomes finicky thinking about the multiple ranging similarities and differences between she and her mother. While subtle and to herself, she isnt avidly blind to the fact that the running of opinionated mouths is one undoubtably shared subject for the two. Whereas Miette is loud and striving, Amorette falls upon the range of instant and disparaged.



What i'd like to see!
For this particular competition, i'd like family relationships! Friends can be included, but do keep in mind that the family lives in a secluded old castle in the swamps, it needs to make sense.
Family art, stories,ect will likely help.
If you so choose- this little one CAN LEAVE HIS FAMILY but i will want some good reason why/a good story as to why hes no longer connected to them at all.

[CalicoClaws]

markk

[Sixbane]

Small bump~

[Sixbane]

Oop i forgot i needed to close this one , some family trouble came up, i'll be extending it slightly to the 29th! So it will end in around a week; since i forgot to warn everyone of the end date/it slipped my mind.

[Hyllin]

mark

[fugitive]

Heh, well I tried. x] [then got busy ><]
An early congratulations to the winner! ^^ Take good care of this baby.

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I do hope you enjoy my form, as I enjoyed
making it out. <3 Thank you for putting this bab
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[b]Owner or nonowner;;[/b] Nonowner
[b]Kia name;;[/b] Delano
[b]Kia Gender;;[/b] Male
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[b]Personality;;[/b]
A quiet and rather obedient child, Delano will do just about anything to avoid conflict. He inherited some his father's manipulation skills, and will occasionally use them for his own gain,
[doesn't like causing a stir, keeps to self, lies to keep the peace though feels really bad, really is only truly himself around his imaginary friend, doesn't really follow either god though tries to dabble in worship of both, has a selfish side, can be manipulative,

[b]Relationship with immediate family;;[/b]
Amarant - father ;; Often will listen to his father as he talked about his practices in the dark arts.
Miette - mother ;;
Tin'Qiq - sister ;;
Ezra - grandmother ;;
Rhae - grandfather ;;

[b]Distance Relationships;;[/b]
Serafina - the goddess ;; Used to the idea of higher beings, he doesn't question her existence, but will often question 
Marchosias - the god ;;

[b]Other Relationships;;[/b]
Home - the swamp ;;
his imaginary friend ;;[/size]

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wip will try to get done with it tonight