[Syra]

He's amazing, and I love his personality... so much... but two weeks of not being able to think of anything else seems to tell me he's not for me ;w; I hope he gets a wonderful home! <3

[Paper-Thorn]

Username: Paper-Thorn
Name: Klud
Gender: male
Male Personality: wip
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Dropping out he just isnt the one for me

[Cupid]

DROPPING OUT
All art goes to { .Lady Kat. }

[wildly-unaware]

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Gorgeous <3
\wip~

[phenomenon]

Username: Phenomenon
Name: Moscow
Gender: Male
Personality: Moscow is very hot-headed, snarky, and self-absorbed. He believes the world evolves around him, and

him only. He's quite the punky Kiamara who loves rock music and just about anything loud and obnoxious like him. He's arrogant and likes to get himself into rough situations. Being the center of everything is his life-long goal. He's rude, mean, and just down-right annoying. His patience level is below zero and he has some major anger issues.
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wip

[walk.]

Having to drop out, I can't connect to his personality at all.

[.Amber.]

reserved,

hes amazing!

[seijuu]

.:Username:.
Drealof
.:Name:.
Bronx
.:Gender:.
Male
.:Personality:.
Bronx is a crass, violent, and blunt boy. He is known for stating things in the bluntest, crudest, way possible. He is known to be quick to fight when questioned or insulted. Bronx will kick, bite, and hit without thinking twice. These physical abuses often come out when Bronx's authority or knowledge is questioned; he is very sensitive about this. Bronx is assured of his superiority over most everyone else. In fact, Bronx sees most everyone to be an idiot. This is why, in his own mind, Bronx has a good temper; Bronx would gladly snap the necks of every idiot he has ever met... but, of course, h does not. By this logic, Bronx sees himself having a good temper. However, perhaps the physical abuse that Bronx dishes out is nothing compared to the mental pain he causes others. Often, instead of simply beating someone into a pulp, Bronx will use a form of mental terrorism. He prides himself in his ability to emotionally tear someone apart. His insults are designed to go straight to the persons' heart and remain there, a thorn to remind you (whenever you are in his presence especially) how much of an insignificant worm you are! This is the pride of Bronx; his ability to cause emotional pain. The vocabulary he does know is specially designed for insulting. But, to be honest, his vocabulary is relatively small compared to other Kiamaras of his age;This is because of his past.
.:History:.
Bronx is not his birth name. No, rather, it was the name dubbed by the pack of strays that adopted him. Bronx grew up on the streets of New York, moving gang to gang, picking fights. He was a cunning and scrappy little thing. He also had no emotional attachments, which made him powerful even at a young age. Bronx remembered two things from his family; The first two letters of his name, and his brother, Embargo. Both of these memories struggled to remain in the orphaned boy's mind. Bronx could not tell you how he became separated form his parents and brother; he remembers nothing from his parents. He will also never tell you the letters of his name... the only two he remembers. No, the pack of strays that adopted him warned him against doing so. Bronx grew up in the Bronx, going gang from gang, until he was a year old. His reputation for being a strong little scrap of fur, cunning and skillful at stealing, had gone around the community. Bronx knew few words and was easily impressionable. The dogs found him, coaxed him into joining, and cared for him They taught him to be ruthless to all, loyal to few, and unsociable in the Kiamara society. Because of this upbringing, Bronx is crude and illiterate. He knows more words in canine then Kiamara. But, one day, he found his brother. Bronx was already an adult, four years of age, when he re-found his brother, Embargo. Bronx recognized few of his features, but his voice is what lead him to his brother. Bronx was scavenging for food (to be honest, he was bullying another pack for food) when he heard his brother's voice. Curious as to if his memory was true, Bronx quietly stalked Embargo. Bronx saw glimps of his brother's fur from behind the cardboard boxes and confirmed his ideas. Bronx jumped out, fur bristling slightly, and barked. Yes, Bronx barked. Bronx growled and barked at his brother, forcing Kiamara words out. "Br...Brother! Em! Emberg!" Bronx sputtered out between barks. The rest is present.
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WIP
Sadly it won't be quality due to my tablet being wonky and not working as of late ): So traditional! And probably without color ):
.:Extras:.
.:Interview With Bronx:.
So, Bronx, you have a reputation for being a soulless guy. A hater of life, as it were. People go as far as to say that you hate everyone you come in contact with... Are these rumors true?

"No... I don't hate everyone. I distrust them. I dislike them. I would easily kill them if the need arose... but, no; hate is a strong word. You will know when I hate you,"

Interesting answer. Moving on; what are your opinions on friends? Friendship as a whole?

"Friends? I can't say I don't need 'em, but... I don't care if I have them or not. Doesn't matter to me either way. The pack were my 'friends', I guess. They taught me well; trust few, remain loyal to those you trust, and shut out the rest. I continue to live by this. It's a good... philosophy? Yes, that's the word. Now, on the subject of friendship; it is a useful tool. Friendship forms allies which can protect you, get things for you, and more. They supply a back-up which gives me more power and a tougher reputation. Friendship is useful,"

So, you see friends as tools? Tools for gaining power and face?

"Well, yes... of course. It is true; this is the purpose they serve,"

Well then... So, what IS your birth-name? *holds up clipboard to protect my face*

*cracks his neck with a slight grimace* "Hehe, really pushing it there. Pushing it quite a bit, actually... a bit too much. That question is none of your business," *hair bristles slightly, a low growl escaping his lips*

Oh, yes! Silly me! *cough cough* Um, well thank you an-and that's all the questions for today![/color]

[Hansel and Gretet]

Username: Hansel and Grettle
Name: Heavy Metal
Nickname: Blaze
Gender: Male
Personality: Mean, Tough, Likes heavy metal and rock songs, doesn't mind getting his paws dirty, likes to do bad stuff, gives on a nasty look to kiamara's that annoy him. Is always in a mood to go motorcycling. Is also very rude yet in an okay kind of way, is highly protective of his brother. Face his Growling and Clawing to shreds if you mess with him
History: You can say he had too much of a bad life, but yeah, he kinda did have a harsh past. (Human Years) At age 4, at his preschool, the kids bullied him, the bullied him so much that in just those few days they beat him up, he still has that scar in front of his shoulder hidden in his fur from that beating, but he didn't get sad, it turned into anger, eating him away over the years. When he reached Age 6, he bucked up his muscles and beaten up the kids who once beaten up him. Then soon, that anger started to release, when he heard some heavy metal, it soothed him, in a way. He got older and older, stronger and stronger, tougher and tougher, and harsher and harsher. His coldness showed clear, some Kiamara's backed away from him, yet he still was too proud to feel lonely. One day a kid was bothering his brother a bit, not even too much, but he launched his claws---WIP i gtg
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[Snowseph]

Really handsome, but I decided not to enter. ;-; Good luck to everyone, hes really smexy ouo