[berceuse]

full name ; kaia pandora jane; but please just
call her kaia! it's definition is, in hawaiian,
'shell'; and in japanese it would be beautiful
flower..but the definition to kaia is simply
her; kaia, not a flower or shell.
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gender ; female - can't you tell by her voice? ♥
quite pretty, isn't it?
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other ; she's pansexual, and single
currently. she also is a libra & four years
old in kia' years.

➞ ｗｅｌｌ, ｓｈｅ'ｓ ｓｐｕｎｋｙ. ★
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a . s u m m a r y . a b o u t . k a i a ;
well, as you know, this lil' lady here is kaia. kaia pandora jane, to be exact. you already know that, though, so I won't waste your time on the small details! anyways, this nineteen-year-old girl (four in kiamara years) is a spunky, kind, outgoing creative lady with lots of musical talent ranging from singing, playing the drum, to playing her own flute!
a lot of things come with faults, though, just as kaia does. a lot of her flaws include her laid-back, carefree attitude, so she's almost never in panic. this can result into her being rather reckless when it comes to her 'diving' into situations.

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"I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then."
- lewis carroll; alice in wonderland

wip!

[Dragon Documentary]

All about a small girl finding her way in a big world and searching for something she knows to exist.

Username:

Why hello eue My username is currently Dragon Documentary, and I, sadly, do not own a Kiamara. The lovely TheNinthWolf suggested the username Documentary, and seeing as I love dragons, the username was created!


Kia Name:

This delightful girl's name is Filia, which is pronounced FEEL-ee-uh.




Meaning:

This young Kiamara resembles a princess, so I thought that the name Filia would fit, because it is Latin for daughter. In this case, daughter would mean daughter of a king, making this gorgeous gal a princess.


Gender:

Filia is a fearless female Kiamara.


Age:

Filia is relatively young at five Kiamara years old. She is young enough to be a tad bit rebellious, but old enough to grudgingly understand her responsibilities as princess.

Personality:


-Headstrong-

Filia is certainly a mule when it comes to obeying orders. She stands her ground over her opinions, and does not let anyone sway her in her decisions. If she is commanded to do something, she tries everything to find a loophole in the order, or dodges it completely. Eventually though, if commanded strong enough, she will relent and obey the order.

-Feisty-

Her unruly ways might be a problem, but Filia also has a quick wit and feisty temperament. She may look like a calm gal, but she is actually extremely feisty in all of her ways. She may look fragile, but she is far from it.

-Adventurous-

When presented with a new and exciting idea, Filia sets out on a quest to make the idea come true. She is fearless in her ventures, and will do anything to fulfill her curiosity about the outside world. She ventures away from home for days at a time, carefully inspecting each element of the world outside of her cave.

-Friendly-

Even though she has mule-like ways and a strong temprement, Filia is also extremely friendly to new animals. She welcomes all with gusto, and loves meeting them and learning their backstories. She enjoys when they do not know that she is a princess, because then they treat her like a normal Kiamara.

Likes:

The beach (ppphhhhhh obviously <3), waves, sunshine, rocks, shells and shell collections, diamonds, cloaks, stormy weather, rain, lightning, maple leaves (yes they are very yummy), fish, starfish, stars, constellations, and birds. She also loves her feathers, her family (which consists of Sir and Missus, as well as a little brother and sister), wind, the moon, pawprints in the sand, owl calls,

seagull eggs, fireworks, challenges, jokes, fire, ice, and squirrels.

Dislikes:

Mad animals, oysters, clams, crabs, lobsters, bubbles (they are terrifying), sand rubbing against her skin or blowing in her eyes, the smell of sunscreen, her little brother's tantrums, the fact that she is a princess, thorns, pinecones, cars, bikes, and chocolate.

Ｗｈｏｅｖｅｒ ｓａｉｄ ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ

ｉｓ ｉｍｐｏｓｓｉｂｌｅ

ｎｅｖｅｒ ｔｒｉｅｄ

ｈｏｌｄｉｎｇ ｂａｃｋ

ｔｈｅ ｒａｇｉｎｇ ｔｉｄｅｓ

Poem:

Something beautiful was stirring

Something of an ancient stance

I watched with a fixed horror

As something emerged from the depths of time

An eerie ship all hung with black

Imposed upon the shore

Sailing at a breakneck speed the ghostly crew maintained

Grinning through sullen skulls

And whisking around a deck black

I watched with a fixed horror

As the Swarm bore down upon land

Story:

The wind swirled around me at an unbearable rate. My feathers fluttered as if they were birds taken from the skies. I sniffed the air, wondering when it would show up. Scanning the shoreline in front of me, I was pleased to see a stormy grey front approaching me at a rapid pace. Waves were tossing and frothing in the ocean like crazed racehorses just before a race. I was truly in the calm before the storm, for everything around me seemed paused in time, as if I were the one holding the universe in a breathless trance. Suddenly, thunder shook overhead, and the soft patter of rain upon sand descended upon my ears. Lightning crackled and weaved, tracing a line of fire in the heavens. Little holes appeared in the sand, coming closer and closer, until I finally felt the refreshing breath of rain upon my face. Then it finally showed up. On the horizon something which resembled a large speck emerged from the depths. It glowed an eerie green, and then with a flash, was gone forever. I held my breathless stance, wondering if it would ever emerge again. Nothing happened, and with a weary and disappointed shake of my head, I stumbled away back to my home. As I paused in front of the entrance, I winced, not wanting to confront my father. As soon as I took a meek step into the cavern, a booming voice enveloped me.
"How DARE you venture out on the beach again!"
I murmured a sarcastic apology and then whirled around with, "You'll NEVER understand me!"

I raced into the night, not caring about where I was going or where I had gone. I somehow ended up lying on the beach, sound asleep. I dreamed of the Catacombs, and how I had found that scroll. Then my dreams turned fitful as I remembered Father's disappointment that I, a "princess," had dared to believe in the Swarm. Suddenly my dreams grew truly violent, and I tossed and turned, only to be awakened by the soft lull of lapping waters. My bright eyes opened, and the scene before me was different than the scene from the previous night. Bright sunlight engulfed the sand, and soft, rolling waves danced in the ocean. The sky was clear, with only a tiny cloud in the sky. I breathed in deeply, reveling in the scent of fresh salt, a Southern breeze, and sun bleached fish. Out of habit I pawed the starfish in my mane. I looked out upon the endless horizon, wondering if I would ever see the Swarm again. I knew that father didn't want me to go after it, because he had been warned at my birth that something terrible would happen to me if I ever met up with the ghostly ship. However, my curiosity was endless. I wanted nothing more than to board the glowing vessel, and see for myself all of its prisoners.

With a sigh, I heaved myself up from the burning sand and shook my mane. Something thumped onto the sifting earth, and on further investigation, I realized that it had come from behind my ear. I looked it over, and it was a tiny stone engraved with a map. I studied it closely, and then with a widening grin, bounded off to the ocean, this time confident that what I looked for was near.

Art (done by me) :

Story of the shell necklace Filia is wearing in the picture:

Mother licked me dutifully, making sure my fur was sparkling. My innocent eyes stared up at the grinning face of a imposing male Kiamara. He whispered something to the lady holding me, but I could not understand it, seeing as I was only about three minutes old. Suddenly, something very ugly and twisted appeared above me. The creature had black eyes, and a long snout which had an abundance of whiskers growing from it. It growled something in my parent's general direction, and then handed them something shiny.

Years passed. I was now a fully grown Kiamara, and my strength proved it. One day, as I was trotting along the nearby shore as a hefty three-year-old (proudly displaying my feathers, as always), I noticed something glimmering on the sand. Upon closer investigation, I realized that it was a wet silver dollar. Delighted, I cracked open the tough outer shell with my teeth, and was quite disappointed to discover a most unpleasant taste awaiting me as I crunched on the dove-shaped innards of the animal. Dashing back to my cave, I told Mother all about my encounter, and she frowned slightly. I, thinking she was expressing this disappointment in my direction, slunk off to my corner of the cave. Soft paw steps sounded in my corridor, and Mother peeked her nose around the corner which led to my cave. Grumbling, I turned away from her, not wanting to hear anything she wanted to say. Carefully, she padded up to me and, without a word, placed something shiny and cold around my neck. I glanced down at it, and was surprised to see a brown seashell hanging from a cord made of some sort of shadowy substance.

Mother gave me a glum lick, and then explained that the necklace was given to her by a seer. At my birth, apparently my parents had been warned by this seer about something terrible that would happen to me as I aged. The seer said this necklace would protect me from whatever that terrible thing was. I was to be given the necklace the third time I encountered a silver dollar. Thus began my quest for my fate.

Princess Thoughts:

Filia crouched on the earth, weeping bitterly. A scene kept replaying in her mind like an obnoxious neon road sign. She remembered a gruff voice, teasing words, and a wound being carved into her soul. I hate being a princess! Hate it, hate it, hate it! She screamed inwardly, and she suddenly had the urge to crush something. Teasing didn't help at all; in fact it made her want to rip her crown off and run into the forest. She didn't like the life of a princess. Everyone seemed to hate her for it, even though she had had no say in who her parents were going to be. All of the pompous relatives and high-class dinners made her want to scream. Everyone expected her to be perfect all the time, no matter how she felt about it. This life was not something she would have chosen. Most people thought that being a princess was a joy, but Filia knew better. She was living a life of torture.

-Done by me-

My life story is now imparted unto you. Please remember my tales, and pass them on to my decendants. For now I am off, searching once more for something I know to exist.

-Done by me-

[Carbon]

Carbon


Kailani


The sea and sky in Hawaiian


Female

Her eyes opened as the wind tousled her mane and ran its icy fingers through her hair, sending a shiver up her spine. The smell of salt water wafted through the air and tickled her nose, causing her to crinkle her upper lip. Sounds of the seagulls and the waves breaking under her paws reached her ears, all of these things were very familiar and comforting to the kia. She stood proudly on a rock that jutted out from the shore and over the clear blue water. The next wave approached, like something moving under a carpet until the crest formed and it made impact on the rock with a mighty crash. Sea foam sprayed into the air and speckled her dark blue coat with little foamy green flecks. She smiled and shook herself off. After standing there for several minutes, poised so regally atop that rock, she made her way back to the sand and once she was off, she took a minute to squish it in between her toes. Carefully, she shook out her mane to make sure that nothing foreign had gotten in it and she took off at a run down the shore, her paws sent sand spraying backwards as she launched forward, her sleek coat glimmering in the sunlight.

With her heart hammering and her breathing coming with more effort, she slowed down to a slow trot before lurching to a stop to admire something red that stuck out of the sand. She bent down to examine the thing before dislodging it from the sand and picking it up. In her paw, sat a bright red, dried-out, star fish! She held it up to the sun and it shimmered faintly. She thought for several minutes on what she would do with her newest beach-combing find before she decided that her mane was quite bland. The mysterious kia set off with determination for her shack she called home. She opened the door and skittered off to the bathroom. There she sat in front of the mirror and held up the find this way and that before she finally found a spot she liked. Carefully, she tucks it in front of her ear and then turns her head around in front of the mirror to admire her handiwork. She sighed and nodded. "Nice work Lani." she said quietly and to herself. Not like there would be anyone else to talk to. Or someone who would go out of their way to talk with such a shy girl as herself. Unsure, she blinked, brushed her mane beside her ear and trotted back outside, determined to find something new!

[fallen.galaxy]

Dropping out.
Good luck to competition.
Whoever is the winner congrats!

[stabbrielle]

Username: parlez
Kia Name: Nadia
Meaning: water nymph in Latin
Gender: female
Story:

[geotalon]

beautiful banner by death clock. click for the full image

ｗａｔｃｈ . ｔｈｅ . ｔｉｄｅ ♒

ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ sᴡᴇᴘᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ

ᴜsᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ;;

I am ♥Talon, currently a non-kia owner. I usually stalk the Kiamaras, not taking interest enough to post forms and try out for just any kiamara. I want one I love and know I will use. I believe I just found him, he called out to me in the strangest of ways. Thank you so much for the opportunity at him, even if I don't win him, all is fair and fun! I just hope I show how much I want him by the effort in the form and and the story surrounding him.

ᴋɪᴀᴍᴀʀᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ;;

"So you want my name? My name is Záporozo, I think... just call me Zap for short. Everyone else thinks it's easier to say, anyway." He says calmly. It didn't seem to bother him being labeled by Zap, an ironic nickname for a sea-themed kiamara. That's the only name he had that he remembered and that was what he went by.

ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ;;

I decided on this name because for one it's Hungarian and two it means Undertow. I wanted to pick something closer to home and since Hungarian is in my blood, that is what I went with, despite all the other awesome names I had. I was originally going to pick something Japanese or Hawaiian, but even though I love those languages it's just not suiting for me or for a character of mine if it doesn't have a deeper connection.

I also went with the meaning of "undertow" and "riptide", all for his past and the irony of his nickname. On a trip to collect some things for his hoard, he went out too far in the ocean. Incapable of reaching the bottom, he was powerless to withstand the dangerous undercurrent that lurked underneath and he was dragged out to sea. He unfortunately lost his memory from the suffocation of his brain at one point, from being under the sea level too long. The only recollection of his previous life was this friend shouting something about the undertow. Now he assumes it is his name.

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ;;

He is definitely male with some feminine features like his gorgeous eyes, silky-smooth hair, and his long eye lashes. Being so, he doesn't mind being referred to as "she" - being gender fluid is fine with him - as long as it's not in a rude, snotty kind way. He is also pansexual, though is usually more compatible with males, since he tends to get along with the more simple-minded souls...

ʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ;;

He used to love the sea, being attracted by that inviting glimmer as the light reflected off the top of the water. The ocean shimmered like flashing teeth in mother nature's beautiful smile, inviting and bright. This smile was a trap, inviting souls to come in, then use that once-smile now filled with sharp teeth to bite down and swallow them whole. It was a game to her and she enjoyed to play it, every soul was a trophy and she always craved more. She hoarded the trophies, keeping them in the darkness and glanced over them to see her accomplishment. She loved a good challenge, those were her best trophies. Every century she had to throw out something new to keep souls captivated by tossing corals, shells, and pearls onto the shore. She needed to keep her calm appearance to keep the interest in her growing, but underneath laid the dangerous riptides waiting for her next trophies. That was the true being of mother nature, ruthless and cruel to any land animal that dared to touch her glimmering waters. Unfortunately, many people fell for her beauty and drowned. She was a siren.

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It was a fairly normal day for the tide here, a small beach linked to a piece of land that jutted out into the sea, rocky and plant-less. The waves crashed violently against the rocks, throwing droplets of water into the air. Broken shells and coral thrown onto the beach from the force of the crashing waves. It wasn't a mistake that hardly any living being was among the waterlines in this area. The powerful waves threw a body on a slanted rock before retreating back into the sea, pulling back into a calm and flat surface. Danger brewed under the waves.

Warm rays of the sun caressed his face, gently urging him to wake up. The water that cradled him dripped from his fur, making no sounds against the loud roaring of the waves. His eyes fluttered a bit, waking up as he coughed and hacked up water to clear his lungs. He opened his eyes timidly, as if he was afraid the light may hurt him. All he was able to see was shades of blues and tans blurred together with other mixes of colors, making no forms he could recognize. He weakly used his front legs to hoist his body up out of the waterline and lifted his head - one eye shut to block the blinding and blistering sun. Waves slapped the rock he was on, water pushing up and made droplets of salt water that splashed onto his fur.

A salty tang filled his mouth, grainy and indenting into his lips. Reaching up, he tried to wipe the grainy sand away gently but it only hurt more... he was sore and swollen. He was able to get the sand that wasn't embedded into parts of his mouth, but he refused to fuss with it any more given little strength and the piercing pain that followed. His arm fell back down as he gave up and squinted his eyes. Trying to focus more on his sight, forms began to shape and he began to make out the ocean and beach line, giving him just a bit of an idea of what lurked around him. Not really anything moving but the tides and the shells it threw onto the sand. The more he began to make out, the more his head throbbed until it felt like someone was hitting him in the head with a rock - over and over again.

He still focused his sight, an instinct in him kicked in to keep doing what he was doing to get out of this dangerous line. Something creeped out of the corner of his vision, something bright and coral-colored. A wave had just thrown whatever this was onto the rock he was on, just out of his reach. Glinting a bit, he made it out to be star-shaped, but that's all he knew about it. He leaned just to the right a bit and forward, grabbing the object and pulling it to himself. The texture was smooth in areas, though parts on the side were scratchy. Taking a good look at it, he came to the conclusion it was a very neat looking rock, not knowing it was once a living creature like himself. He had no other idea of what it might be, but to him one thing was for sure: this was the only thing with him in this place. A voice deep within him told him that he needed to take it with him, like his life depended on it. He only complied, unaware it was in his genes to hoard and collect and had no idea that was what this voice was.

Now, the young kiamara needed to get off this hunk of stone and stop his pattering heart from beating so hard in his chest. He seemed anxious, but he also needed food and a place other than this rock to sleep. He was hurting, so how could he make it off this thing and somewhere... safer. He fixed his bi-colored eyes towards the beach once more, fiddling with the starfish in his grasp. He had no idea how he got there. As he thought about it, he noticed he only could remember one thing. The soft cry of a familiar voice burned his ears as he looked up towards something dark and blue. He was cold, feeling lifeless, as he watched a small orb of light glitter just out of his reach. He lifted his paw up to the light, but the light seemed to get farther away, avoiding his touch. He panted for a moment, feeling his heart beat even more like he was being tormented. Why did he feel this way? A soft cry echoed in the back of his head, repeating over and over again "Watch... the... Záporozó!"

ｅｘｔｒａｓ




ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Hoarder • Amnesiac • Thalassophobic • Compassionate

Záporozó is something of a sugar-coated lemon. He's incredibly sweet until you bite down. He is willing to go the distance for a stranger and willing to take others' crap to a point. However, he is not the smartest when it comes to situations and will bite back if he feels he is backed into a corner. Cause and effect is something he doesn't comprehend very well and is something he will learn all over again, causing him to be in a handful of situations that are not in his favor. This also makes him a very poor planner - if he even plans at all - and will usually run headstrong into a situation without a second thought. He is quick on his feet but not a quick thinker, having more muscle than brain power. This doesn't make him a brute, he is not unnaturally strong or fast nor incredibly dumb. He is simply better with his feet than he is on his feet.

He can be shown to be very passionate about things, even if it's the smallest of actions like fetching some water. He loves to help others, growing plants and cleaning dens, but doesn't care to help himself often. He never cleans his house, cluttering it up with hoarded items that shines in his eyes. He isn't lazy, he enjoys getting up and going for walks and runs, he just cannot let go of some of these things - every items is dear to him and there in case he needs it, though he doesn't realize he may never need them. He isn't very clumsy, he takes great care of anything if he is helping someone else. He loves to lend a gentle paw.

Under that gentleness that is on his surface lies dangerous territory. Emotions bubble inside like lightning, waiting for something to get close enough to strike. He bottles up emotions, unknowingly to the cause and effect of his drowned brain, just certain functions it just does not render anymore. This is very dangerous, holding back will only cause more damage when it finally is released, like anything when it is contained long enough. This is why he is strangely attracted to the ocean and all the darkness she contains. He doesn't realize it, but beyond his fear of the vast ocean he craved and longed to jump in. Somewhere deep in him longed for it, it was the only thing he could confide in. The light has betrayed him, pulling away from his reaching paw then stranded him on a rock. His memories and everything in his past was gone, so the ocean was the only thing left. Yes, it suffocated him and nearly killed him, but the ocean was the one that still wanted him as waves crashed the shore, calling for him, as he passed by. The ocean was there for him now. Darkness had it's grip on him as it devoured his soul and any light left in him. Zap was ignorantly becoming like the sea, shimmering on the surface as others came into his life while violent undertows lurked deep within him.

ᴀʀᴛ;;

I strongly urge you to take a peek. They are all breath-taking! I went a bit happy with art, so to avoid the form being cluttered, they are in link form. Very sorry but they are all worth it, I think!
• = gift
○ = commission

- Some art (first sketch, second sketch, headshot, and "signature box") by me.

○ Dr Bones McCoy - Beautiful
○ Dr Bones McCoy
○ Dr Bones McCoy
○ Dr Bones McCoy
○ Dr Bones McCoy
• Accent on the side, by Altaïr Ibn-La'ahad.
• Lirrie
• MegaCherrio - Gorgeous
• -Juliet Stargazer-
• Firefly.
• Tennisbutt - LOVE
• maluruloki
• Wolfswelpe -- Ahh ♥
• Akami-chan - GODLY K?

○ Firefly.
○ the_tide_keeper
○ the_tide_keeper
○ PFDC
○ Wolfswelpe - Incredible
○ Vintage.
○ Fitch
○ Fitch - Amazing
○ Fitch
○ Cerestes - Plushie
○ biggi
○ death clock - EPIC BANNER
○ Alva. - Cute!
○ happy-stabby

[squid!]

Dropping out, good luck everyone!

[Lyrico]

Reserved!
UGRrdf8ityTH890623cdYG If she's my first Kiamara then I'll scream. :D:D:D I LOVE kiamaras so much but I don't own one yet </3 Plan on prettying up my form a lot. <3<3<3

[inkyy]

Username:
Inky.
Kia Name:
Meaning:
Gender:
Male
Story:

[kivr & fireflii]

I decided to judge on the 10th ^^
I am planning to have 1 RU c:
good luck everyone ^^
I'll be headin to the US soon !

-winter