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definite reserve

[BlazzingWolf]

Username:
BlazzingWolf

Kia Name:
Zack

Quirk:
Zack's little quirk is having OCD to organise his combs. He orders them from largest at the back and smallest at the front. However, if he has two or more combs of the same size, he orders them in colour; starting with the primary colours, then secondary then lastly tertiary colours.

His Thoughts on His Quirk:
'Aw c'mon. There is nothing wrong with having a little OCD! Others have OCD with things having to be on even numbers, c'mon, what's up with that? At least I have OCD involving something cool! I mean, seriously, look at this hair style! You can only get something as cool as this from great organization skills! Others say my skill has no affect on my hair results, but they're wrong, cause it does! I'm lucky I'm a teen forever, that way I can't get old and my fur falls out! Anyway, this is a great skill to have! Other's just don't understand, but I don't care cause organization is important!'

Other:
History:
It all started when Zack was only very young; when he was first introduced to a comb. It was basically love at first sight. A slick bright orange comb. He was obsessed with that comb. He always had it with him! Soon, he was gifted combs from others. Then, it really began... He kept collecting to get all different sizes and colours. Searching for rarer sizes and colours. These rarer ones even had their own separate collection which were also organized into sized and colours. Soon, others learnt about his OCD, they didn't know whether to feed it or try stop him. Some figured it wasn't something Zack should continue doing and tried to stop him, but his love for his combs and organizing them were too strong. It was assumed it would just be better to support him cause in the end, his OCD wasn't hurting anybody. Zack found satisfaction in organizing his combs so why would anyone want to stop him from being happy.

[Olijter]

dropping out, good luck!

[FennecFox]

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U s e r n a m e:
FennecFox
I am currently a non-owner but I love this species and I fell in love with this little boy immediately c:


K i a N a m e:
Tas (He declared it as what he wanted to be called and it kind of stuck. )


Q u i r k:
Tas is a bit of an adrenaline junkie and will go on unpredictable adventures or take any dare, etc. for the thrill of it.


H i s T h o u g h t s o n H i s Q u i r k:
I just like the rush. It's no big deal. I just got tired of being the mama's boy with the heart-shaped birthmark on his face. I can be exciting and fun no matter what anyone thinks. Plus, once you run as fast as you can until you're completely out of breath and you feel like your heart is about to burst, there's not much that can compare. Maybe the feeling of standing on the edge of the cliff, looking down at what would be your fate if you just happened to slip. Oh, and then raising a foot and trying to keep your balance on the ledge. That's what I call thrilling. People like to say that I'm being too reckless but honestly, they just don't know how to have fun. I mean, live a little! Feel the breeze from a hurricane, climb a mountain, jump into an ocean, sleep outside in a blizzard. Stupid? Dangerous? Thanks for the compliment. I guess I'm just a whirlwind..Or a Tasmanian Devil hooked on caffeine.


O t h e r:
He couldn't even remember how many times she had told him not to do it. But he could feel the adrenaline pumping and his mind was racing as his paws thudded against the ground, his leather wristband remaining in place. He was just having fun, right? And who could argue with a face like his? His wavy, highlighted hair flew back as he ran with everything he had, but there was a little spring to his step that indicated the enjoyment he was getting from the thrill. He had always been impulsive, but this was a completely different feeling. As he reached the entrance of the forest, he could hear his heart beating rapidly in his ears.

'Just make it to the cliff, just make it to the cliff.' His thoughts were focused, but hard to hear do to the constant 'b-bump' thudding so profoundly. He knew he'd have to come to an abrupt stop once he reached the edge, which made the anticipation build. There had been too many times where he was called weak. Too many times when he was called 'scared'. Maybe the heart shaped birthmark was destiny. Like..the universe wanted to mark him and indicate that his heart would always be racing. He was a teenager now, meaning he wasn't some child to be coddled by some parental figure. It was time to feel free. It was time to live a little, even if it meant absolute rebellion.

The wind abruptly changed directions, now coming from behind him, pushing his highlighted hair into his face and over his eyes. The universe was challenging him. And he wasn't about to back down from a challenge. Continuing to run at full speed, he simply allowed himself to feel when to stop. He had run the route so many times, he knew the distance relatively well. 2.364 miles to the edge. He had already been running for a little over two of those miles. He could also feel the slanting of the hill as it came to a fifty-two degree angle. The grass changed to dirt from where he had worn it out in earlier trials and within seconds, he planted his paws in place.

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When he stopped, his heart was still pounding as rapidly as possible. However, he was right on the ledge of a hundred foot drop-off.
He lifted a paw and stretched it forward, no ground beneath it. A breeze came rushing in his face and through his fur, causing him to blink a few times before he backed away from the edge, plopping down in the grass and letting out a slow breath. It had become a daily routine to run to this exact spot and he couldn't believe how great the thrill that it gave him was. The view was breath-taking and the danger made him want to shout in the faces of anyone who had called him weak or afraid in the past. He'd like to see them try the same thing.

Once he calmed down, Tas rose to his feet and walked through the forest, deciding what other activity would send the adrenaline rushing through his system. After all, he was willing to attempt everything at least once. And he knew of a nice little river that led to the sea. Grinning, he quickened his pace, searching for the flowing water that would lead him exactly where he wanted to go. As he searched, a snake appeared at his paws, beginning to strike at him. He was amused by the tiny thing, trying to be intimidating. Maybe when Tas was a kid, he would have been frightened, but he was older, braver, and stronger. So he slammed his paw down on the creature, causing it to wriggle out from under his paw before slithering away. 'That's what I thought.' A smirk spread on Tas's lips before his thoughts got back on track. 'Now where's that river?'

The sound of flowing water was obvious within minutes and Tas rushed over, staring at the clear water with a stronger current than usual. Dipping his paw into the chilly liquid, he wondered if there was a waterfall anywhere he could test out one day. But for now, the sea would have to do.

The water was a blue-green color when he could finally see the expanse of the sea. And the sky was getting darker as it got closer and closer to evening. He stared out as far as he could see and turned so he could find a hill to jump from. But a voice stopped him.

"Tas, what are you doing?" The voice was condescending, annoying even. One of the guys that liked to call him weak.
"Ha, wouldn't you like to know?" Tas sneered and continued walking, refusing to turn back to the person that had so rudely interrupted him.
"It's supposed to storm tonight. Are you seriously going swimming right now?"
"I guess so. It's exciting. You should try it sometime." Tas rolled his eyes and made his way up the hill, thankful for the fifty-seven foot jump to the water below. Not as high as the cliff he went to, but enough to make his heartbeat quicken.
The voice spoke up again in a few moments. "Okay, fine then. I dare you to jump. You'll be in the deepest and coldest part of the water and you won't be able to handle it because you're--" His words were cut off when Tas leaped forward and felt air rush past him before he hit the water with a splash in the blink of an eye.

The freezing temperature was enough to wake him up and how far down he was was surprising, but it felt nice. His wet fur was weighing him down but it didn't matter. He didn't need someone's dare to jump. All he knew was that he was anything but weak. For his age, he was brave and daring. Tas began pushing his paws through the water, forcing himself up to the surface of the water, sucking in a quick breath once he was there. Lightning began flashing in the sky and Tas swam to the edge of the water, ignoring the tiny fish swarming around his tail. Once his feet were on solid ground again, he let out a howl of excitement and freedom, scaring the one who had so generously dared him to do something dangerous.

With a quick shake of his body, water flew at the other boy and Tas grinned, smoothing out the fur where his birthmark was. "See? I'm fine. No harm done." A small minnow was caught up in his tail and he flicked it toward the other boy as well. When the other boy shrieked in terror, Tas had to hold his tongue, far too tempted to mumble "Weakling.."

[solo.]

Username:

Sloth

Kia Name:

Jacket

Quirk: (can be personality or physical)

Jacket has a horrible habit of flicking his back right leg when he when he walks. Only when he walks though, and only his right back leg.

His Thoughts on His Quirk: (express his thoughts and feelings on his quirk)

"I flick my back leg?"
Mhmm, Jacket has never known he flicked a leg. No ones has ever told him, nor has he ever noticed. Only recently has someone told him his minor problem. With the results, well, Jacket screamed and cried and swore he never ever flicks his leg. Why? Because he hates it whenever he sees someone flick anyone of their back leg, its seen to be a flaw, a mistake an embarrassment by Jacket.

Other: (can be 1 art piece, short story, personality, etc.)

Personality

Jacket is all about himself. This world was built for him. Like the world revolves around himself. He coundn't care less about the other inhabitants of the world, however, he does socalise with other Kias, typically older ones. Jacket is a massive flirt and boy does he know it! Overall, he is a relatively easygoing Kia who does enjoy the company of others but he only thinks for himself.

[mulder]

urgh, lost the connection ;n;

[FoxerOwl]

God Tano, it kills me to drop out for this lovely boy, but I cannot try for a Kia I've lost the connection to ;n; PLEASE pick a suitable owner, I will still be stalking this thread <3

her username ;;

Hi, Tano! c; My name is FoxerOwl, and I have come to love this boy very, very much. Please read on to learn more about him!

my name ;;

"Hi there! My name is Dante! Nice to meet you!"

Oh, yes, see that cheerful boy over there? His name is Dante, although he says you can call him Danny. Also, for future reference, Dante is pronounced dahn-tay.

my ultra-special quirk ;;

Dante will be explaining this to you.

"I don't want to! It's embarrassing...," he mutters.

Well, Dante is your ultimate perfectionist. Everything must be perfect, everything must be done perfectly, everything must be taught or learned perfectly. Especially when it comes to cleaning, he dusts every particle of dirt off of every surface, mops the floor at least three times a day,

my thoughts on my ultra-special quirk ;;

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the one extra ;;

wip

amg reserve with the personality:

pretty much always happy, michevious, can get sarcastic/defensive easily

and name:

dante

[Lierre]

Username:
Lierre

Kia Name:
Quirk: (can be personality or physical)
His Thoughts on His Quirk: (express his thoughts and feelings on his quirk)
Other: (can be 1 art piece, short story, personality, etc.)

BIG wip

[~Tornado~]

ohmygosh he is handsom <3

[Tempest Rain]

Res <33

Tano you've killed me with this beauty ;A;