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➺➺➺ J u s t T h e B a s i c s ;;

Name;; Infractus
Name Pronunciation;; In-frack-TOOS
Name Meaning & Origin;; Latin, meaning broken, broken into, impaired,
weakened, affected, and humble
Gender;; Male

➺➺➺ W h o A m I N o w ;;

|Abnegator|

Infractus prefers to be selfless. He is more satisfied if those
around him are happy as a result of his childhood. (Depicted in history of
scars story.) He knows a smile can be a powerful thing, and that anyone
has the power to brighten a day. Of course, smiles are rarely seen on
Infractus' face.

|Shattered|

(Also a result of his childhood.) Infractus is prone to
long bouts of unhappiness or depression. During these periods, he
usually turns to music, art, and helping other people to be happy.
His constant struggle has always problem and probably always
will be.

|Hopeful|

Despite his less-than-adequate past, Infractus
prays that one day his depression will fade. He dreams that
one day, he will improve. But most of all, he dreams that
the world will finally realize what's wrong with it and that
only we can help clean up the mess we all made ourselves.

➺➺➺ B r e a k i n g D o w n T h e s e B a r r i e r s ;;

Story can be found here.
Warning: Contains references to childhood abuse, which may be a bit
uncomfortable for some readers.

➺➺➺ M e ? W h a t A b o u t M e ? ;;

Hiya! I'm Tomato Girl, obviously a
non-owner of a Kia. I've recently entered into the community, but I'm a
bit shy and don't really chat in the fanclub. I'm hoping that when I win
my first kia I'll start being more active there and spend a bit more time
socializing.You see, I believe I'm not socially awkward. No. I'm awkwardly
social, and a bit of a quirky character. I color outside the lines. If I can, I
think outside of the box. I'm a dreamer, who hopes that others will
find happiness, but stuggles to find happiness herself. All my characters
reflect my personality (though the story of the scars of this one have
nothing whatsoever to do with me, just an extra aspect to increase
the abnegation-like trait that both I and this Kia possess).
One last thing;; Good luck to the winner of this beautiful Kia!
Take good care of them!

[Keys to the Sky]

About me? My name is Keys to the Sky. I joined in 2012 and I'm back after about a month's hiatus. This is the first Kia I've ever tried out for, mainly because I fell in love with her gemstone-like patterns on her flank. But really, this form is about Casia

Basics only, please

name;;
Casia
meaning;;
It means lavender in Latin.
gender;;
Female
age;;
16

More to see

theme song;;
You'll be Bright by Cloud Cult
reason;;
The song is all about things that keep life moving forwards. Even though Casia wishes she could go back and change some things in her life, she also knows to look for these little things that can make her day at least a bit better.
likes;;
Casia is partial to the color purple (only in part because of her fur). She prefers her food to be spicy and her sweets to have a pop to them. She loves to tell and listen to all stories (though fairy tales and fantasy are her favorite) and is fascinated by ghosts. You can often find her doodling on a piece of paper or just sitting and daydreaming. Casia is happiest during mornings and nights.
dislikes;;
Casia feels smothered in crowds, as if everyone is staring at her scars. She dislikes the heat of midday and the middle of summer. The color dark red puts her off, for no reason other than it reminds her of her scars. Casia is not a fan of fire or deep water. She can be adventurous without being reckless.
crush;;
Casia hasn't met a special Kia just yet, but she's a dreamer, so she's got hope for the future.


Deep down inside

personality;;
Casia is strong willed and independent. This isn't to say she doesn't like other Kiamaras. She just knows her beliefs and doesn't care if they aren't identical to everyone else's. Once Casia has her mind set on something, she will do it. She hates being wrongs, so she finishes what she starts, as if to prove everyone else wrong. Casia is a fast runner, fast thinker, and a fast actor. She doesn't really think before she acts most of the time. Casia says she just goes with her gut. It gets her into trouble pretty often. But she doesn't mind most of the time. Her quick nature leads Casia on adventures. Whether it is a new insect or a new branch of a stream, Casia will always be curious about the world around her. She likes to know the most and tries to learn new things all the time. Casia acts confident around other Kiamaras. Her overconfidence works as a shell, and Casia imagines the stares bouncing right off it. She tries to seem sure of herself, as if the scars will fade because of it. But really, Casia regrets the day she got her scars. She regrets little things too, plays out moments in her head and tries to see what she could have done differently. But the day she got her scars never leaves her mind, even when the littler moments do. Casia feels that if she had just done something different, maybe she wouldn't have these scars and other Kiamaras wouldn't wince when they see her. She is ashamed of her actions, and will always think they were mistakes. She tries to hide her scars, because she is ashamed of them too. Casia is a dreamer to the highest degree. She dreams that her scars are gone sometimes. Her dreams let her escape from the real world, something that Casia gladly welcomes. Above all, Casia is hopeful. What else could keep this Kiamara going? Her scars hurt and the stares hurt, but Casia hopes that the next day will be better, and she knows there is only one way to find out.
quirks;;
Casia will flick her right ear if she is nervous. She loves old books, especially their smell. She's a teeny bit superstitious and does believe in wishing on falling stars.

history of the scars;;
((as told by Casia))
Everything was hot
The trees, the grass, the water, the dirt, and even out own little shady cave. It was all blistering with the hot summer sun's anger. At first, the heat just made everyone sleepy: perfectly content to just stay inside and wait it all out. But then the heat was still there, and Kiamaras got irritated.
All the little ones were outside. Me included. I was little back then, 9 years old. Too old to mess around with childish games, but not yet old enough to search for flowers and pluck their petals off to see if a certain Kia liked me. Instead, I was just the right age where I could still run around with boys without blushing, which I happened to be doing that very day (running around with boys, not blushing).
That day, we decided to visit the stream that ran through the forest nearby. One of the older boys had said that it was boiling in the heat, and the bubbles coming out of the water were spectacular. Being the curious (and somewhat gullible) things that we were, we had to go see for ourselves.
The stream was disappointing. There were no bubbles and when we stuck our toes in, the water was only lukewarm. We were about to head back when we heard the scream.
It was fragile, but it cracked through the hot air like an ice cube in a too hot drink. The sound was short, but it rung in our ears even after the world around us was quiet. It ran down our spines and made our bones quiver.
I didn't think as I ran towards the sound. I figured someone was in trouble, and I, like all the knights in shining armor in the stories I had been told, could help them.
Another Kiamara was backed up against the flat of a pile of rocks. She was shaking, cowering behind a large hulking grey mass of fur. A tiny flutter of doubt jumped about in the pit of my stomach, but I shook my head and threw myself at the mass of fur in front of the other Kiamara. My tiny claws latched onto its matted fur and I clawed with all my might.
Imagine my shock as the grey lump of fur turned its head to face me, and I saw a pair of Kiamara eyes staring back at me. They were a haunting yellow, large and watery. Its break reeked and some of its teeth were missing. My heart froze as did the rest of my body. The Kiamara growled, a sound I had never heard from the throat of my own kind, and sent me flying off its back with a swipe of its tail. Its paw came next, sending me flying against the rocks. I felt my own blood on my flank, my body battered from the flight. Before my vision blacked out, I saw the grey Kiamara slink away, and felt a tingle of pride when I saw a scratch running along his flank.
I was taken back to my cave when I was still out. I only remember waking up and being covered with scars from the claws of the other Kiamara and the rocks I had been thrown onto. The other Kiamaras tried not to stare to much, but I could tell that they looked when they thought I wasn't paying attention. I try not to care; how many other Kiamaras around have battle scars? But it's hard not to wish things had gone differently: that they grey Kiamara had been caught, that I had been with others when I challenged the grey brute, and that my scars had never come to be.

[glass]

Nevermind.

[Jean.]

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Basics about her
name;; Abella
meaning and why this name?;; It means breath in French (: I chose this name because it sounds as beautiful as it's meaning. I thought it would really fit her well since you have to always "breath" to relax from the stress and worry of being judged and seen as different when you're pretty much the same as everyone else.
gender;; Female
age;; 9

More about her
theme song;; Crawling by Linkin Park
reason for theme song;; Because it's about the scars someone left on the woman and it seems to fit her because of the scars on her.
likes;;
❧ Mythical stories (:
❧ Night time (:
❧ Tea ^^
❧ Slushies X3
❧ Stars and moon <3
❧ Jello X3
❧ Stuffed animals (:
❧ Chinese lanterns :O
❧ Nature =^w^=
❧ Astrology (:
dislikes;;
↪ Heights
↪ Being ignored
↪ Spiders
↪ Bullies
↪ Rudeness
↪ Pickles
↪ Unhappy endings
↪ Fro-hawks
↪ Sushi
↪ Windy days
↪ School
crush;; She doesn't really have a crush, because she's scared that she'll be rejected by anyone that she likes.
dreams;; She dreams amazing dreams. They always involve floating in a bubble or even floating on the air. Her dreams make her believe in a better life to come once people see past the scars that cover her. She loves to sing in her dreams more than she does anything else.

Info on her
personality;; •I n s e c u r e•
Although Abella hides this quality really
well, she is very insecure. Her low self esteem
often keeps her from talking to others. Although
she is a bit of a flirt sometimes. She isn't too
confident in anything she does. You could associate
this quality of she has with her also being shy or modest.
She is intimidated by some people who are the bubbly
type and that know everyone around. She also gets jealous
you might say. She's jealous that she doesn't know everyone
and that she doesn't have the confidence to just walk up to someone and
say "Hey!". She regularly gets annoyed with
herself and forces herself to greet others.
Most of the time though, she waits for others to greet her in
fear of being belittled.
•S e n s i t i v e•
Abella may be outgoing, but the reason her plans
go wrong so often, is that she is incredibly sensitive.
Even the littlest insults, especially those relating to
her size and weight, will reduce her to tears. At this point she gets
very overdramatic and becomes even more sensitive, if that
is possible.
•E m o t i o n a l I n f e r i o r i t y•
While Abella is superior to nearly all in political title. She
has unconscious emotional inferiority. In which she places
herself on a lower level than others subconsciously. She isn't fully
aware that she sees herself as not a rarity in society.
But a mistake; a small wrinkle. She wants to put others before
herself because she prefers to hide in the shadows and not get
herself caught up in the world. She doesn't believe herself to be
worthy of amenities such as friends, and so she is the quietest and
least pronounced member of her family.
•K i n d•
Abella is probably the sweetest girl you will ever meet.
She is gentle to everyone including others. She is so
soft-hearted; she would help anyone or anything that needs a hand.
•N u r t u r i n g•
Abella is quiet, kind, and conscientious. She can be depended
on to follow through things. She puts the needs of others beyond
herself. She's very perceptive to other's feelings. She's very stable
and practical, but also values security and her traditions.
•P r o t e c t i v e•
Abella is quietly forceful, original, and sensitive. She tends to stick to
things until their done. Extremely intuitive about people and concerned
for their feelings. She's always trying to do the right thing.
•D e d i c a t e d•
If Abella is doing a favor for someone, she won't stop until they are satisfied.
Abella's way of life is to put others first. No matter how tired, hungry, or
upset she is. She is always willing to help someone.
•D e p r e s s e d P e r i o d s•
Sometimes when Abella gives her all, she starts to get very depressed. These
periods usually last for a couple of days. No one knows why she gets so upset.
Whenever someone asked, she wouldn't tell them. During this time, she rarely
talks and sits under a great oak tree.
•A r t i s t i c•
When Abella has spare time, she loves to paint. She usually paints birds flying
over a sunset, soaring in the clouds, or resting on a tree branch. She keeps
all her paintings in her bedroom on shelves or hanging on the walls. Her room
looks like a big canvas! She's very flexible and open minded about things.
•S h y n e s s•
Abella is extremely shy.Even if she can't see you, she starts to
feel afraid of seeing you, of talking to you. She backs away from it,
preferring to spend the time by herself tucked away where no-one
can find her. She prefers her books, than talking to real animals and
often feels like they are the only things that make sense.
•D e t e r m i n a t i o n•
Despite being shy, Abella has lots of quiet determination. Like the
determination to walk away when she is being teased. Like the
determination to go and prove herself. She can be a very
determined young lady at times. So watch out world!
•S t r o n g•
Having been through this never-ending cycle of
trying to be outgoing but ending up spiraling into
depression. Abella has hardened so that, though
the impact may be hard, she no longer cries. She
feels that she can no longer shed tears because she has
used up all the tears a creature is allowed to cry. In times of
great tragedy, however, she has learned to force herself
to cry so as not to seem insensitive.
•C a r i n g•
Aside from mental protection, the knowledge
she gained from the cycle that is instability, is that
living beings have emotions. These emotions can tear
them to shreds if it can. So Abella, despite her own
feelings, does her best to care for others under the
emotional duress that she has suffered.
•W i s e•
As previously mentioned, Abella has gained knowledge
from her past expiriences, but not only that. Being
mistreated due to her small stature has given her plenty
of time to herself where she can study. Having said that,
she is very well learned but not very social and can tell
you about anything she has read about, but it will be in
a rather blunt manner.
•I n t r o v e r t e d•
To put it simply, Abella doesn't trust much of
anyone. She spends her time locked in her own
mind, the past, or music. She even writes her
own music, but because she trusts almost no
one, she will not let anyone hear it.
•R e s e r v e d•
In case you haven't already guessed Abella is very slow
to reveal her feelings or emotions. She is untrusting of others and
thinks they will make fun of how she feels and taunt her. She instead,
has a diary she rights her feelings in. She wouldn't dare tell anyone
about this diary though. Her reserved attitude seems to annoy people
because they can never tell what she's thinking about.
•L o v a b l e•
Abella's quite lovable, once you get to know her enough. There's
this certain quality that some blabber about constantly.
•E a g e r•
Eager to learn, eager to have fun,
eager to have a friend. She loves to
adventure and explore, she aspires to do the impossible.
•L o y a l•
She's overly loyal to the ones she holds closest
to her heart and in her life. You can
definitely depend on Abella to keep your most secretive secrets.
quirks;;
♚ Bites her nails when nervous or bored
♚ She likes to collect Autumn leaves and hats
♚ Doesn't like her food mixing
♚ Doesn't like to talk when eating
♚ Always feels like she's being watched
♚ Everything has to be neat
♚ Uses music to motivate herself
♚ Gets into arguments quickly
♚ Loves to collect headphones
♚ Walks around listening to music
♚ Doodles on her notes
♚ Covers her room in bubble stickers
♚ Can't sit still and watch something
♚ Listens to random music(no matter the genre)
history;; Abella was born to family that loved to be around her. She was a fun girl that everyone wanted to protect. She loved to play fight with her mother a lot of the time. She loved her family a lot, but knew she couldn't stay there forever. She doesn't like to be far from her mother, but then again she loves it. She feels better out in the open. While stuck in their home, she feels trapped.
voice;; She has the voice of a siren some say. Even with her scars, whenever she sings, people who haven't heard it before or wanna listen to her, really love to listen and enjoy it. She loves singing for some people, but then there's the ones who she doesn't. Not many would be nice to her about her singing, so she would usually down play it like she can't sing or as if her throat hurts to do so.
favorite hobby;; Playing with a bubble bottle (: She really loves the blue and purple colored bubbles most of all because they match her spots.

About Me!
Well, i'm a tomboy and 16. I live alone with my mom since my dad decided to ditch us before i was born. I had a brother born before me, but he sadly died after birth, so i never got to know him. Just like this kiamara, I really do have some inside scars of my own. I also have a few outside scars that aren't very pretty. Some people insult me or mumble about me under their breath whenever they see them on me. No one seems to ever wonder what happened or ask about what happened because they don't really seem to care, they just seem to feel the urge to talk bad about it assuming the worst. I've never truly had "friends" where i live. When anyone becomes a friend with me, they instantly distance themselves once people find out. I've had one true friend who had to move when we were both only 14 and she was my only close friend.

How she got her scars?
It all started with her living with her mother. She wanted to really go outside and she didn't expect that she could be attacked the moment she left the den where her mother kept them holed up at. Abella wasn't very trusting of the outside world and now knew why those fears were subconscious. She was always wary when she went out to play with anything or anyone. But never knew that she'd earn scars for her curiosity. She was unsure and now knew why.

[kafka]

[Bunny]

Hello there! I am Bunny, also known as "Asagao" (Morning Glory)
I live in New Zealand, (where Tess lives!) and I have been hoping to
win a kiamara ever since I laid my eyes on them, but no luck so far ^-^
No fear, I'm still trying C:

[Ciottoli]

I chose the name "Ciottoli" because it means "Pebbles" in Italian,
something I first thought of when I laid my eyes on her c:
It is pronounced [cho-to-lee]. If she was to have a surname, it
would be Di Argilla [Dee-a-gee-la] as it means "In Clay". I have
always thought of her as "Pebbles in Clay", "Ciottoli Di Argilla".

[Backstory]

It was the clearest of days, a tranquil breeze ribboning through the trees. My chest was filled with pride and the rays of the sun kissed my fur. A single leaf fluttered beneathed my paw like a butterfly and shattered with a sickening crunch. I felt as if the grass was quivering at my strength. Aah, I had thought. This is what it feels like to have power.

At that time, you see, I had been a very proud little kiamara. I was agile and swift, I could quickly climb up the tallest of trees and the most perilous of mountains. I had turned a blind eye to the fact I could not conquer everything, which made my heart break even more when I did.

I heard the trickling of a nearby stream and raced towards it, faster than you can imagine. I was busy showing off, to no one in particular. I felt the grass slip under my pawpads like quicksilver, and at last I was at the edge of the river. The water was clear as crystal, sparkling in the sunlight. It was framed by a mountain of rocks, encrusted with shiny colourful stones. It was magnificent, and I tried very hard to keep my jaw from dropping. Admittedly, I was slightly shocked and envious that I had found something more precious and exquisite as myself.

The more I looked at this marvelous sight handcrafted by Mother Nature, the more I loathed it. Surely there was nothing within this galaxy as spectacular as I? But the thought crushed me and I cried out in anger, a sharp roar in such a calm and peaceful atmosphere. At first, I had no idea what to do. But then my pride kicked in whispering in my ear. You are right, Ciottoli, there is nothing as magestic as you, as long as you climb this wrecked pile of stones...

My first attempt was weaker than a butterfly with no wings. I foolishly ran up the bumpy slope, thinking it would be easy as popping a soap bubble. I felt the oven-hot rocks beneath my paws and it wasn't long until I came crashing down. The jagged edges of the rocks sent a piercing pain into my thigh, scratching the fur on my gorgeous tail. I gulped, studying my fresh new wounds. That was just a test run, I promised myself firmly. I backed up a few metres and prepared for the real thing.

The result of my second attempt destroyed all my dreams, shredding them until they barely existed. I carefully tried to climb up, looking where I tread. But before I was even halfway there, I carelessly tried to grip onto a slippering stone. I tumbled down, the rough stones skinning my front legs. The pain was unbearable. I landed in the river on some shiny mineral rocks which mercilessly battered my bruised body.

The water was cool, soothing the places which felt like they were on fire. I made no attempt to get up again; I was exhausted. I groggily peered through my half closed eyes and watched as raindrops fell from the sky like shooting stars. As they fell into the river around me, I imagined them as my hopes, crashing down into reality. It was pathetic. But I had to try again. I had to.

I challenged myself, learning tips and tricks from experience. I faced my failures with courage, and each time I got one step closer. At times I felt like I was drowning in frustration and I was going to give up. But I pushed myself harder, embracing my injuries and feeling them no more than mosquito bites. After hours of training every day, I found myself one step from the top. I felt hesitant, was this really what I had wanted? But I thought of it as a gift, for never losing hope, and took it. Because that one step changed me, showed me exactly who I was.

[cmichb]

Tell me about yourself! My username is Modest, but if you would prefer, you can call me Moddy or Mod for short. c:
What's the Kiamara's name and gender? This Kiamara's name is Nimbah. His nickname is Nim, and yes, he is a male.
How did they get all of those scars? Nim actually never got his scars from a fight. Well, I guess that's half false unless you call 'battleing' with thorny vines a fight. You see, when Nim was a young Kia, he was very curious and loved gardening. One day, his mother asked him if he could trim the rose vines as they were growing to high. Wanting to prove himself has a grown-up, he accepted the challenge. But Nim didn't realize just how tall those vines had grown. He had to use a ladder to trim at the top. But the ladder wobbled, and poor Nim came tumbleing down - along with the thorny vine he tried to grab to hold on! He ended up getting the wind knocked out of him when he hit the ground, but thankfully the dirt softened the impact. However, the vine coiled around him when he fell and gashed him deeply in some places. And that's why he has the scars you see today.
PS: Nim is afraid of ladders and vines now, and is still mad and embarrassed about the situation.

[➳ hoot]

✄ - - - - - - - - Ｉｎｖｉｄｉａ ✄ - - - - - - - -

➳ Invidia
Invidia is the Latin word for envy. Envy is 
also know as one of the 7 deadly sins. This
name was chosen by his parents because
when he was younger, he grew envious of
his older brother. 
This name suits him even now when he is older,
for he is still easily envious of others who have
what he will never have. 

This name was chosen partially because of
this kia's personality and because I am very
interested in the 7 deadly sins. Go search them
up if you wish, I find them quite intriguing c:

➳ Me
Me? I'm a non-owner, Bacon. I've known
about kia's since the start of the year,
and have tried out for a couple that have
caught my eye. Unfortunately,
I have not won a kiamara yet.
I recently joined the fanforum, though I have
not posted anything. I told myself that
once I won my first kia, I'd become active
in the fanforum. You'll just have to wait
until then ;u;

I think I deserve a kiamara because I've been
-cough- stalking -cough- a fan of kia's for quite
a while, I've just never had the inspiration to
make a form and art.
I do have a free kia/jmd art shop though, where
anyone can order art of kiamara's and jmd's
all for free. Perhaps visit it sometime? Everything's
free 8D

When I do get a kia, I promise to make as much art
as I can and spoil him/her. My gallery will be filled with
kia art, you can be sure of it. I won't let my kia/s fall
inactive.

➳ History
It was cold, just for a moment before all of a sudden, there
was warmth. Soft murmuring, the warm breath against his
ear. He could not understand any words, it was all just a
line of barely audible mumbling. But it was reassuring,
and the voice was sweet and gentle. 
The hours passed on and finally, he forced open his heavy 
eyelids, revealing pale red orbs. He opened his mouth, 
trying to speak, trying to communicate. All that he could
manage was a high-pitched squeak. Everything was bright,
he could see only the outlines of the figures in front of him.
"It's a boy!"
"A bit scrawny though, isn't he?"
What did those words mean? Who was speaking? He tried
to stand, but his legs were too weak and he fell back down.
There was laughter, that sweet voice again. The voice he heard
when he first came to this world. He stumbled towards it,
wanting to get closer.
"A name must be given."
"Maybe Kalcu? Iluci?" that voice again.
"No...." there was a pause, a silence. "Invidia."


"Can't catch me, Invidia ~"
"Get back here!" Invidia yowled, bouncing after the other,
narrowly avoiding a low tree branch and a large rock.
Invidia panted heavily, halting. 
"Fine, Benedict! I give up, you can stop now."
A laugh escaped the older kiamara's mouth as 
he too halted, swiveling around to pad back to his brother. 
"How do you run so fast?" Invidia asked with a pout,
still struggling to catch his breath while his brother
was calmly sitting there after the run, drawing in the
dirt. Benedict grinned.
"It's just you who can't run, Invidia!"
"Shut up! You can't draw, I can!"
"Drawing won't help you in life, Invidia. Drawing is the only 
thing you can do."
Invidia opened his mouth to say something, but changed his
mind and clamped it shut once more. He stormed off,
as he had nothing else to add.


"Invidia."
Invidia's head jerked up from where it had rested on his paws
just moments before and he turned to glance at the owner
of the familiar sweet voice.
"Mother..." Invidia said, looking away.
"You shouldn't fight with Benedictio so much, he's your older
brother. You should respect him."
"It's always Benedict!' Invidia spat rudely. "He's the brains, the
sporty one. The one I have to look up to, the one I have to respect."
"Invidia!" his mother scolded with a shake of her head.
"I'm nothing compared to him! I'm just a shadow! Benedict this,
Benedict that. And then there's me. Invidia!"
"Invidia, stop it" the voice was sterner now, more strict.
"I'm sick of living in Benedict's shadow!" Invidia snarled before
heaving a tired sigh. "I'm going to sleep, mother, goodnight. I'm
sorry."
".... it's ok dear, good night."


Invidia hated living this way, he despised it. Living as a shadow,
someone that no one notices. That's why he would put an end to
this, he'd decided how his life went. Invidia stepped carefully over
the bodies of his sleeping family and out the cave, looking over
his shoulder at his family one last time.
"Goodbye, mother, father, Benedictio. You're all probably happier
without me anyways. Then he turned and ran. And he never looked
back, not once.


He was old enough to survive by himself. Finding food was
a simple task, and so was finding a place to sleep.
But he kept getting into fights. Fight's that he started
with his big mouth. He was angry.
So he was letting his anger out, all the anger and despair bottled
up until now. 
He hadn't realized that he had a collection of scars
now, all over his body. Scars not only inflicted from fights
between himself and kiamara's, but also other wild
animals that he had angered.
The scars would never fade, but that's what makes
him who he is, his unique scars.

Even now, Invitia is still a wanderer, not lingering in
any place for too long, not making any close friends
so he can continue to travel without severing any
strong bonds. He likes it better this way, even
if he does get lonely.


➳ Theme Song
Demons by Imagine Dragons

➳ Personality
Invidia is a natural born leader. He lives 
in a world of possibilities where he sees
 all sorts challenges to be overcome,
 and he wants to be the ones responsible
 for overcome them. He has a drive
 for leadership, which is well-served by
 his quickness to grasp complexities, his
 ability to absorb a large amount of
 impersonal information, and his quick 
and decisive judgments. He is a "take charge" 
type of kia.

There is not much room for error in the world
 of Invidia. He dislikes to see mistakes 
repeated, and has no patience with inefficiency.
 He may become quite harsh when his patience 
is tried because he is not naturally tuned in to
 people's feelings, and doesn't' believe that he
 should tailor other's judgments in consideration
 for people's feelings. Invidia has difficulty seeing
 things from outside his own perspective. Invidia
 naturally has little patience with people who do
 not see things the same way as he does. Invidia 
needs to consciously work on recognizing the 
value of other people's opinions, as well as the 
value of being sensitive towards people's feelings.
 In the absence of this awareness, Invidia is
 a forceful, intimidating and overbearing individual. 

As his name suggests, Invidia is easily envious of
others. There are many things that he cannot have,
such as a family, that so many other have. He gets
annoyed at those who have more than himself before
getting envious. Invidia himself does not believe that he
is easily jealous despite the fact that it is quite obvious

Although Invidia is quick to become envious and not in
tune with other's feelings, he is slow to anger. Making
him jealous is easy, but angering him is actually quite 
hard. When he was younger, he had a very short fuse. 
Ever since he ran away from home, however, his patience
has improved.

Invidia has many gifts which make it possible for him to 
have a great deal of personal power, if he doesn't forget
 to remain balanced in his life. He is assertive, innovative,
 a long-range thinker with an excellent ability to translate
 theories and possibilities into solid plans of action. He has
 tremendously forceful personality, and has the tools to
 accomplish whatever goals they set out for. Once you 
get a little closer to him, however, he may just loosen up. 
That is if you even want to try to get close to him. He 
can be a little feisty when first talked to.


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➳ Art
By me ouo
More by me <3

[Nightsky.]

I'll reserve .3. yay for first kia!

[lawfullychaotic]

Me? Well okay then...
I'm a girl of thirteen, going on to fourteen. I live in SA, with a family of four. My bro lives in a different state to me, my mom and dad. I love drawing, horse riding and most of all, playing video games. Some of my favourites are Minecraft, Plants vs Zombies and Halo.I am a hot-head and I'm very not positive, but I love a good laugh and to make others laugh too. My grade consists of a bunch of hooligans, with a few exceptions. Last year I had an accident. .. a bad one. A horse rode my knee into a barb wire fence, cutting a huge into my leg, which was stitched very badly so I am forever cursed with a half numb knee...

My backround and my body is scarred like this Kia, so I guess I love her because we both have a troubled past.

One of a kind
This girls name is Indi, as she is my best friend that really helped me when I was down.

Do you know words are scars?
WIP