[Labradoriite]

reserve

[Sir Raychu]

Reserved.

[nivans.piers]

Reserved <3

[rottenmutt]

reserve.;u;

[Ivyy]

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Name:
Havoc

hav·oc (hvk)
1. Widespread destruction; devastation.
2. Disorder or chaos

Personality:
Narcissistic - Charming - Sadistic - Sophisticated
Just like Hannibal Lecter himself, Havoc is not one to tangle with. Upon first glance he is just like the others. Once he meets someone he truly likes he can become quite attached. He is loyal to the people he is close to and will treat them with manners and chivalry. However, once you get on his bad side, there is a high chance you won't last much longer. If you do something to disgust him, he can wreck, well, havoc. He enjoys causing destruction upon others, it is simply in his nature.
When it comes down to it, he believes he is simply better than others. You can't usually fool Havoc, but his weak spot is praise. He feeds off any attention and admiration. Compliments and sometimes even affection can cause his barriers to crumble. With this information (and the desire to do it), you can destroy him. If he catches on, though, you are done for.

Thought Process:
Havoc feels it is necessary to wipe out the immoral. He has made it his duty to take out every wrong-doer. Many people sicken him, and he feels that to make the world a better place, those people need to go. He does not like the crime and misery that sweeps the world, and he feels that he must take it upon himself and fix that. Quite hypocritical, when you think about it.
Havoc thinks of him self as superior, and often blows off the people that try to talk to him. If someone manages to catch his interest, he will certainly talk to them and keep a conversation going. Nine times out of ten, he will preform a full analysis of the person he is conversing with. He likes to know all the details because he thinks it gives him the upper hand. He is very well educated on psychological conditions and is great at reading the symptoms. He occasionally offers help to those who have such problems, because he does not want to have to 'exterminate' them if they lose their way.

Other things:
- Havoc is a Leo
- He is bisexual with no set preferences, but is not looking for any type of relationship
- He is a slight germaphobe, preferring to remain neat and tidy
- His favorite color is crimson

Likes:
-Cooking
-Killing
-Psychology
-A good conversation
-Socializing
-The night
-Attention

Dislikes:
-Crime
-Being ignored
-Criticism
-Hot Weather
-Bad people
-Threats

The first time blood stained his paws:
It wasn’t supposed to happen. He’d never meant to hurt the girl.

Dim moonlight shone through the black trees, casting dark shadows on the Kiamara below. It was a fairly cold night, and the wind howled like a lone wolf. A light drizzling rain dripped down into the forest, making the area smell of wet dirt and asphalt. The Kiamara stood above a fresh pile of dirt, legs shaking and fur blowing in the wind. His mane and pelt was soaking wet, indicating that he’d been out there for quite a long time. He wiped his paws on the grass, hoping to remove some of the dirt caked in between his claws. Every few minutes, a shudder spasmed through his body and he shook his head rapidly, like maybe that would straighten him out. A sudden crack of lighting from the sky startled him and forced him to act on the situation before him. Below him was a grave- belonging to the female Kia he had just killed. It had been an accident, he told himself. It wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t a killer.

The Kia’s insides churned with fear and panic. What was he going to do? He couldn’t get away with this, someone was going to find out eventually. What about when others started looking for the female? They would know something was wrong. There was no escape from this!

The dark-coated Kia stumbled backwards from the grave. He had to get moving, or else he’d never leave. And the longer he waited, the more likely it was for another Kia to pass through and find the body. So with a sharp intake of breath, the Kiamara began his travel back to his home. His paws dragged with every step, and he had his head held low. Thoughts swarmed his head. It wasn’t an accident. You did it on purpose. And you liked it. You want to do it again, don’t you?

He shouted out-loud, stomping his foot on the ground. He needed to get out of there now, or else things could get bad. He began to run, feet thudding on the ground, and heart pounding in his chest. He practically blended in with the dark forest, and if he wanted to he could be as silent as a shadow. But in this scenario, he simply wanted up and out.

Finally, once he was sure he was a good couple miles away from the scene of the crime, he began to slow down. It would be okay, he could escape. No one would ever have to find out… He decided to avoid his home and go straight past it. He’d return in the morning, but right now he couldn’t deal with anything, and he needed to think for a while.

He’d been walking for quite a while when he heard a twig snap behind him. His heart began to beat extremely fast and he whipped around quicker than the lightening in the sky. His eyes widened in the dark, and he watched as another male Kia approached him, moving with a gracefulness only someone with experience could achieve. The only thing he could make out about the other Kia was a dark tie hanging from his neck, and a silky black hair. The other Kia smirked, a sly smirk that sent chills up his spine. But he would have never, ever in a hundred years have prepared himself for the words that passed through the Kia’s lips.
“I know what you did.”

Thank you Kat for letting us use Rafe uvu yes, the mysterious kia at the end was him. Havoc is supposed to be aged very young in this story, and the events here kind of kickstart his future.

Art:
What do you want?
Like Yin and Yang
I can't say I don't enjoy it

Why I want him:
I love the character of Hannibal Lecter. He is a classic psychopath, without being one that you can hate! His personality and backstory are very interesting, and I'd absolutely love a Kia based off of him. I'd love to work with a personality like this and I think it would be fun to develop him. Not to mention this is a beautiful Kiamara, too. ovo I tried to base his personality off of Hannibal Lecter without making an exact copy. I'd be overjoyed to have him as my first kia, and thank you for the opportunity to win this lovely boy <3

Cooking:
To Havoc, cooking is an art form and must be done properly. Every flavor and every seasoning is a color, and when combined the right way, it can make a masterpiece. He cooks himself elegant meals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Despite the content of some of the food he eats, he does not quite consider it cannibalism. He prefers to say that his palette has more variety. He likes to roast, steam, fry, grill... anything of the sort. Cooking is one of his few passions and he takes it very seriously. He will only eat the finest quality meat. One of his favorite recipes is here.

[Foul]

tempted to try out >u>

[Synodic]

This Kiamara's name is Lecktor. Dr. Lecktor.

'Twas the night before Christmas,

And all through the house

Not a creature was stirring

For I just ate my spouse.

The only sound audible was the howl the air made

As I was still smelling my wife bake. Cookies.

But the cooking time was lengthy,

And after an hour, I only got angry.

I smothered her with a tissue,

And shut all my blinds,

And I finished eating her at half past nine

Then I knitted a sweater using her hair,

When the sound of a buzzer filled the air.

The cookies are done! And I ate them alone.

Then I picked clean my teeth using a bit of her femur bone.

I'm only kidding! I'm not that sick!

Why would I go out and eat a chick?

It's only a joke; I wouldn't kill Mai...

...Or would I?

Happy Merry Christmas.

[winter wonderland.]

The Curious Eat Themselves;;
That's Why It Killed The Cat;;

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The Basics


username;;
Hello. My name is Serval at
Soul, but you may call me Soul.
I am aspiring to win this fellow.
name;;
His name would be Lector, Dr. Hannibal
Lector.
nicknames;;
Hannibal, Hann, Lector, Bones,
Ripper, Cannibal.
gender;;
Lector is a male through and
through.
age;;
Lector is twenty-two years old.

Lɪғᴇ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ, "Wʜʏ ᴅᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?"
Death responded;;"Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ʟɪᴇ. And I am the painful truth.'

WiP
Don't even think about stealing my ideas;;

[Kiesen]

Reserve!

[henley]

Reserve with the name Lloyd Wyman. ;3