[Tempest Rain]

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Hnng okay, possible reserve ;w;

[sicknasty]

ooh!

[stoatkiss]

username;; tiedye7
name;; Morsmordre

The incantation uttered to make a Dark Mark appear (in the Harry Potter books). The Mark is a skull (on leg) and appears in the sky (rest of body), hence the name.
He prefers to be called Mord.
gender;; male
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WIP

[fabled_]

Im still debating weather to go out for this or not. But I think I will so imma reserve here ^^

[JoJosuke]

Gosh he's soooo handsome ;n; I would enter but I'm afraid my skills will not be good enough for this one. I WILL STALK THOUGH. Warning to the winner c; there may be a gift from me so beware >:o

[Aizui]

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[Ovacalix]

username;; Silver Bullets
name;; Xenome (Z-Nome)
gender;; Male
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Oh, it shall be done
extra 1;; /Art/
extra 2;; /undecided/

[CeruleanRush]

Reserve
Just
Reserve

[pinkgwyn]

username;; pinkgwyn
name;; Toxique
gender;; Female
spooky story about this kiamara;; Once, there was a kiamara named Fleur. She was very social, and the most beautiful kiamara. Unfortunately, when you have many friends, there are also enemies. Venin was a mean, nasty kia that could spit harmful words as if he were spitting venom, but that did not stop Fleur from inviting him to her birthday party. Venin despised her kindness, and sought out to kill her.When he got there he noticed the party had a Halloween mansion theme. Everything was covered in fake webs, orange glitter, and black confetti. Fleur walked up to him, her pure white fur dazzling in the candle light. Her pink swirls looked like the aroma of rose with darker pink dots floating along her coat. She had painted a green skull on her back leg and had tied a small bone around her front ankle, and a smaller bone and black feather around her tail. Next to her, his grey fur looked out of place and dull. She showed him to the food table that was piled with spooky treats. "Make yourself at home!" she said and padded off twords a new guest. Venin grabbed a ghoulish green punch and took out a vile with a liquid that matched he poured it into a glass and mixed in some punch. He handed Fleur the tainted punch and grabbed a safe punch for himself. "Attention! I would like to make a toast!" He shouted at the crowd. " To Fleur, may she have a wonderful birthday, and may she live it as if it were her last day alive!" He raised his glass and watched her drink. Suddenly her glass shattered on the floor. She cringed and cried out. Her fur went from white to black, the light pink swirls changed to dark grey and the pink dots to lime green. Her bright skull melted into her fur and dripped down her leg. Toxic green tears fell from her eyes and stained from her fur. Her Eyes changed from blue to green and started to glow, along with her horns. Fangs grew in her mouth and she cried out as evil overtook her. She fell to the floor in agony. "Help me, please!" she cried. Venin watched with fear. "You should be dead by now! Why is it lasting!" he looked over the vile. He had grabbed the wrong one! It was labeled ~Malice~. "What have I done?!" he yelped. Fleur had stopped screaming and was shakily getting up. "You did this? but, why? I did nothing to you!" She whispered. Her anger flared and she shrieked "Nothing! My soul is black because of you! You will pay for it! I swear to it!" She slashed his eye with her claw. "You will pay for the life you have ruined!" Venin fell to the floor, and yelped " Fleur, have mercy please!" she grabbed him by the throat and yelled in his ear " I will not, you have ruined me! And do not call me Fleur! My birth name is Toxique!" She slashed his throat with the bone on her tail. Venin fell to the floor limply, he was dead. Everyone ran from the house. From then on she stayed there in that house, with Venin and the spiderwebs.
extra 1;; A vile
extra 2;; A tiny spider

Story is a little long, but i trimmed it from 1,000 to what it is now. Thought of this song for her: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOcKckBLouM

[ki-neko animura]

[color=#004000]"I am the one going bump in the Night."

Name:
- Ukungu -

Meaning:
- mold, mildew, etc in Swahili -

Nickname:
- Uku -

Gender:
- Male -

Species:
- Kiamara -

Hobbies:
- Taking the bones from his victims and carving them, creating different accessories, decorations, and more for himself and the scavengers he cares for. -

Abilities:
- Uku has the ability to release a green odorous muck from his mouth, eyes, paws, and tail. He can sometimes be seen with it pouring out of the green markings on his body. The muck is used to disorient and create illusions among any he sees fit. -

Likes
- Darkness -
- Moss -
- Scavengers -
- Tormenting other beings -
- Killing other beings -
- His Stitch Plushie -
- Bones -
- The Fog -

Dislikes
- The Light -
- Rivers/running water -
- Fire -
- Other beings -
- Blood -
- Those who intrude in his forest -

Fears
- Being alone -
~ Though Uku is technically alone in his little forest, he still has the Scavengers around. If he gets a couple intruders in a short span he will let some of them go, well after torturing them some -
- Stitch Plushie -
~ When he was younger he wasn't like he is now, he enjoyed others and loved being around them. His favorite thing was Stitch the little blue alien from Lilo and Stitch because he reminded him of himself.

Strengths
- Killing people -
~ When Uku was younger he would always be picked on. Called a "freak" or "the devil" after a while he started to believe it, his mind forming that he wasn't like the others. He had always been able to wield his muck but always kept it hidden. Until the day the bullies went too far. He used his muck and paralyzed his first victim. Something snapped in him and he reveled in the feeling.
- Creating bone items -
~ Uku needed something to help his brain grow and pass the time as he was alone in the woods.

Weaknesses
- Blood -
~ He has never liked blood. When he was younger he almost lost his tail to a bullies "joke". There was blood everywhere. If he sees blood he can go crazy, freaking out and killing anything nearby. Which is why he leaves the bone getting to his scavenger "friends"
- Running Water -
~ He just doesn't like getting clean. The muck is strongest when he is dirty, the enzymes reveling in the bacteria growing in his forest. It makes him stronger, faster. He also has no idea how to swim. He left his home before he was taught.

Personality:
- Cruel and unfeeling, Uku likes being alone and is willing to prey on anyone intruding in his territory. Mainly staying solitary if someone is seen in his woods he uses his muck to trap them in a continuous illusion. Sometimes filled with the person's worst fears or making them wander endlessly through his fog covered forest. He can be rather cruel and heartless. He does have a soft spot for the scavengers of his forest. -

Story:
- “Ever since I was a young pup I preferred being alone, far from the eyes of anyone who would call me a freak or a demon. It is because of these cruel fears that I secluded myself inside a fog covered and rather creepy forest. Years of solitude can do weird things to someone… I know it did to me.”

I can feel the fear slowly seeping into me, hear the coarse screams coming from my latest victim. I can see the images that my muck has caused.

“Darkness… Why are these beings always afraid of darkness?” I grumble to myself as I make my way towards my unseeing and fearful victim.

Darkness, why darkness? I think to myself, truly fascinated. I revel in the darkness, I make it my home! My playground! Growling, I watch as this victim, a large muscular Kiamara, twitches helplessly on the ground.

“I should let you rot here.” I say my voice low and angry. I can smell the fear rolling off him in waves, his mewling sounds like nails on a chalkboard. With a grunt I lift the twitching body onto my back. Walking through the fog I ignore the wet swamp under my feet, enjoying the way the muck seeps between my toes. Padding even farther through the forest I make my way to the other side, slipping just outside of the fog that surrounds my forest, dropping the body carelessly to the ground.

Crouching low, I narrow my eyes, “You will never come back to this place. If I see you again you will not make it out.” I threaten before turning and disappearing back into my home.

Huffing, I toss myself down on the cold, wet moss that I called a bed, pulling my Stitch plushie to me, the one thing that I kept through everything. This is the only place I will ever be in, the only place I ever want to be in! Closing my eyes, I listen to the sounds of my forest; the creaking of the leafless trees, and the croaks of the frogs that lay deep in the swamps. The sounds surround me lulling me to sleep.

A couple of days passed since I allowed one of the other beings to remain alive and with every passing hour I began to feel restless. Padding around the perimeter of my forest, I look out across the vast fields, mountains, and ocean that surround my home, hoping to spot a new victim that may succumb to my muck. To my undying happiness, after a couple hours a weary looking traveler started to come towards my home, a lantern clamped firmly in it's jaws.

Fading back into the fog, I creep around on silent paws and watch as this traveler hesitantly enters my lair. Following the stench of this newcomer, I can almost see the fear drizzling off it, as if a rainstorm had just hit. Chuckling I allow my voice to travel towards him.

“Who dares enter my home?!” I call, voice thick with fake rage. Dang, when did I even learn these voices? I think before shrugging and maneuvering silently around. I can hear the stumbling apologies coming from the thing in front of me. Stepping out of the fog, I allow my muck to seep from my pores, it’s thick gases floating around me, clouding my body.

A cold chuckle escapes my throat as the creature hangs its head, eyes wide with fear as the gas surrounds it. “You will never again see the light of day,” I gaze over it as it drops in front of me, its whole body shaking in fear. “Puh…pu…please. N…no.” I roll my eyes and step forward, towering over the now twitching body of my victim. “Pathetic.” I growl as I watch its greatest fears flash in my own vision. “Being alone... Quite a fun fear to have.” I say as I fade back into the fog, my eyes on the, now still, corpse; its white lifeless eyes staring wide at me. “It is all yours my pets.” I call as beady eyes appear in my shadow.

On silent wings and paws, the scavengers of my forest clean up the body leaving nothing but bone. “Bring them.” I command as I turn to head back to my bed. “It is time for me to get to work.”

As I make it to my small clearing, I head towards a small pool of water that I use to wash the muck off my body. Getting as clean as I need, I turn and pad over to the pile of bones from my victim, now placed in a pile by my knives. -


Song:
- Halloween by Aqua -

Items:
- Uku isn't seen with very many items but he does have one guilty pleasure. He sleeps with a Stitch plushie. Yes Stitch the little blue alien from Lilo and Stitch. It is one thing that he has always kept with him. He currently has no other accessories. -

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