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Name;;Miracle (I have checked the whole archive and it is available).
Gender;;Female.
Eye colour;; #8080BF - Beautiful lilac (Font Colour)
Miracles eyes are a glittering lilac-purple, and match her beautiful paw-pads and tongue. They are a harmonious colour that reminds most creatures of relaxing yet mysterious skies, although they contradict her personality. The only thing they really represent is her fine appearance.
Hair style, length;;
Long and flowing in wavy curves, silken in all its glory. Her hair reaches down to her knees, and her tail hair flows for quite a length. Usually she wears it loose, but takes a little and puts it in a rather large bun on the top of her head. This makes her look sophisticated and bold, she likes to think, and sometimes she will slot a buttercup into it. Her fringe covers her eyes too, so she has to flick it out of the way.
Feather placement and color;; Two on tail, two on each ear and one on her front left wrist! Colour will be canary yellow (#FFFF99), as they are the finest canary feathers you will find.
The feathers Miracle wears are the petite, light treasures that once belonged to a canary. They are vividly stunning, much like her, yet soft to touch and sometimes varying in shade. The ones on her ears she wears like earrings, the one on her wrist a bracelet, and the two on her tail just as delightful accessories.
Other accessories;; Necklaces and Bangles - References here (main necklace), here and here
Tiara - Reference here
The many pearls that adorn Miracle's body are just simple ornaments. They were bought by her mothers friends son for her, when they used to date. When they broke up, Miracle kept them, not as a sentimental remembrance, but just because they are gorgeous. At the time, she cared more about the gifts than the boy. However, she has decided now that she is an adult, she is going to find someone she really cares for.
She also has buttercup, usually tucked behind her ear.
This buttercup will be freshly picked each time it gets rotten from her family field, and she doesn't care where it is - as long as she has a buttercup on her, somewhere. It is the only thing she owns of sentimental value, as you will find out after reading her history.
Horns;; Miracles horns are based off those of the elegant white deer.
The horns on Miracle's head are pretty magnificent. They are only medium length, but the cleanliness of them is unbelievable, as well as the uniqueness of them. You'll never stumble across such fine horns, because although others may be larger, others may be curlier, hers are the most elegant and gorgeous.
Personality;; “I am a miracle. A beauty unable to be scripted by neither tongue nor word. Words will not form to show how great I am, and how lucky you are to be in my presence. So bow before me and my iridescence, for one does not often get the chance to behold the rare wonders of such a miracle of this fine and mysterious earth.
Often Kiamara’s compliment me on my fine manors and splendour, as well as my ability to get things done well and efficiently. Why, you may ponder? Well, it is because I am a magnificent creature formed by an unknown goddess, as I like to think. Of course, there is no evidence to this, and often Kiamara’s say it is all in my vivid imagination... but do you not admire my confidence and creativity? Those things are just droplets added to my cup of wonderful traits, a cup that includes the words elegance, grandeur, tranquillity and brilliance, as well as many more.
What else do you want to know? I’ve told you enough, I assume, for you to get a good picture of me, and I have no doubt that you have your own opinion on my personality after I’ve been talking to you for this long! But if you really want more, I can tell you what others think of me.
I have many interesting companions, all of which are either highly respected among our country or flooded with unimaginable wealth. Some criticize me for picking only higher-ups as friends, but we popular creatures have to stick together. And honestly, do you really think I would interact with vile, filthy, disease-ridden commoners!? Ok, maybe I would, but I have many acquaintances that are associated with the high and mighty court of our land. I would strongly advise against arguing or going against me, as many foolish citizens have found out. Do not underestimate me, or you will get what you deserve.
I’d like to come to a close now, with a reasonably long quote I have made up myself. ‘Like an egg, you may see my crystalline shell. You may stare at my effortless charm. But one cannot see my reality unless you crack my defence – and let me tell you, I’m one hard egg.’ So there – I have left you with a fine, poetic quote that sums up my miraculous life.”
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Art;; In form - Eyes, Hair, Feather, Pearls, Buttercup, Horns - All done by me
Fullbody by -IzzyBee-
Traditional Ref by Me
Headshot by Sheepcat
History;; “You want to know my history? Well ok then, seeing as you asked politely. Although I do think asking for one’s history is also rather rude, so remember to watch your tongue.
I was born into high society. My parents taught me everything I needed to know to be a lady, and gave me outstanding education. The best tutors in the land were sent to me, which is one of the many reasons why I have a wonderful British accent and outstanding vocabulary. Another is simply because I am excellent at everything and learn exceptionally fast. Gifted and talented is what I was described as in all of my reports, for literature mainly, and everything else I was taught.
So, my education was good, but I was home-schooled. That means that the only Kiamara’s I know are the sons and daughters of my parents, but now I am officially an adult, I can go out and meet new Kiamara’s! All the friends of my parents’ kin are dull and boring, and although I know I said I would never mix with commoners... well, I secretly want to be freer. Still highly respected with my fellow higher-ups - of course I would never change the personality that a life like mine had woven into me - but loved by commoners too. Is that really so hard?
Maybe it is. I’ll talk about why I wear my buttercup now.
When I was a young creature, I was allowed some free time in my family field. I remember being so excited by the fact I was out on my own for the first time, but of course I kept calm and collected like a normal young lady should do. Anyway, this wondrous field was filled with harmonious yellow flowers, intricate little beauties. I walked over to the nearest one, bent my head down to expect it, and instantly fell in love with the vivid buttercups that danced in the wind underneath my paws. As a result of my irrational love, I bent my head down and plucked a bunch to give to my mother. When I got home, she singled the largest one out and tucked it behind my ear lovingly. Ever since that day I have replaced it with another buttercup from that same field every time it turned rotten.
Honestly, I can’t believe I’ve told you all of this! Farewell!”
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