[Jayflight.]

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Jayflight.
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so busy, but I'm gonna try

[iHolli]

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I'm usually iHolli, but I'm Holliween for the moment. Please, just call me Holli :3
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The name's Abbie, short for Abyrinth Carlisle Renee Nevermore.
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{Wip eue}

.Holli.

[makuu]

dropping out- sorry ;v;
good luck to who's trying for this cutie <33

[Micki.]

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quirks;;
Obsessed with shiny things and coffee.
Prefers sleeping in trees or in a huge
pair of moose antlers [on a
taxidermy moose gifted to her].
Loves cold weather and train rides.
Hates ham and fish, but loves
turkey and crawfish.
Fear of small birds.
Loves toucans and eagles.
Fear of squirrels.
Dislikes peanuts very strongly.
Hates dusk, but loves dawn
and the night.
Eyes are quite sensitive to light
due to their light color.
Obsessed with moose, and loves deer.

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Micki.
name;;
Enola [uh NO luh]
Native american name meaning, "Solitary."
[I also found it interesting that it spells
"Alone" backwards.] I chose this name due
to her way of life, and its tendency to be
a lonely way of life.

Her signature is displayed above.

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story explaining at least one part of her appearance;;

Light grey eyes, white almost.

Long, dark, banded hair tied with a scarf.

This reflection was foreign, stranger than any of the things I'd seen thus far, and I'd seen more than most kiamaras ten years my senior had seen. Aside from myself, there is no one to fault for my misfortunes, but I'm not one to complain, as there have been fortunes and tales some would only dream of as well.

This image in the mirror was still not quite that of the type I was trying to impersonate, though. Something was missing.

Slowly, I picked up the jar of black creme sitting on the white porcelain sink and drew it across my eyelids. When I opened my eyes, I was staring back at one of their type. Truly, I do not think that one of their kind would be able to tell me apart from another of their kind. However, it had been disclosed to me months earlier, in the planning stage, that their type had many accessories and trinkets. So, upon the advise of that kiamara which disclosed that information to me [who will remain nameless], I thought it best to add more to my look, despite thinking I looked enough like one of their type.

I untied the folded scarf from my hair and ripped away a section of it. I folded the smaller section and tied it around my tail. I re-folded the rest of it and tied it back into my hair, making my hair a bit messier than before and sufficiently making me look a tad more like their type. Next came my feathers. I had several of them, and according to my source that just wouldn't do-- their kind generally only had a feather or two, or so he said. It took me many moments to decide which feather to keep, but finally I undid all of them except for the gray feather on my tail. I stashed one under my head scarf and placed another behind my right ear, both safely hidden away from view.

I shifted my gaze over to the rest of my feathers on the floor, longing to put them all back on, longing to be myself again- no. This was the new me. For as long as it would take this would be the new me. I'd better get used to it. I glanced at my new reflection once more before sliding out of the bathroom. I slipped silently from the door and into the cargo car.

I must have drifted off, because I awoke to the starling whistle.Behind the train dwindled the woods, slowly getting smaller as I watched. Letting out a slew of very unladylike words, I scrambled to gather my things. Closing my eyes, I jumped. I trudged in the snow towards the woods. It wasn't long before I was greeted by a band of their type, whose leader offered to take me back to their meeting fire. Gladly, I accepted. I did have a job to do, after all.

Staring back at the face of the elder woman and her young, handsome son I easily found myself believing the legend. Surely these were the people who held the jewels of Esmeralda- I couldn't imagine anyone else having them.

Days later, I found myself sitting by the fire listening to the tales of the woods. I was just as entranced by them as I had been by the prospect of Esmeralda's jewels. I'd forgotten why I was here, just for a moment, and that was enough...

I had bought into my own con.

word count: 600

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All art has been made by me. c: Here's a list of all of the art, including headers, etc.:
Chibi
Chibi Flatcolor
Header
Enola Signature
Anthro Enola Flatcolor
Anthro Enola [Full version; much better quality; clothes still a WIP]

[Wolf in a Fedora]

reserve <3

[~Can't Be Tamed~]

Purplepandaj-

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Username; ~Can't Be Tamed~ But I go By Tamed mostly.
I'm a non-owner and I decided to try out for this beautiful
Kia who I fell in love with! She is my Dream Kia!

Ideal Kia's Name; Asiria, I Would Call her this because it
seems to fit her greatly and her beauty. I Made Up This
Name and it is a mix of the Hebrew name Asher which
means "Happy and Blessed."

Personality; Asiria is always eager to fit in and make new
friends. She knows how it feels to be bullied or alone so
she's always helpful to new kias. Asiria always has a bright
smile on her face and is very bright and full of ideas. She'll
help any kias who have no friends or fell like they don't fit in
and show then they actually do. She is a natural helper and loves
to meet others everyday. Asiria is a social butterfly who loves to
talk and get to know others. She knows her strengths and weaknesses
and realizes she doesn't need to be good in everything. She's an
amazing group worker and yearns to understand everything she is taught.
Asiria always tries to understand another's problems so she can help by
giving advice.



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Asiria's Journal!!! Keep Out!! Private!!!

August 7th, 2013

Okay, So School Didn't Go as planned.. I Though it Would be Fun and exciting, give me something to do. BUT I was Completely Wrong! Everyone makes fun of me because of the way I look.. They say my hair is too thick for me to do anything with so I look like a hobo! They all have accessories and cute hair and then there just me .. an outcast.

August 8th, 2013

Well I Tried to fit in today.. I wore some bracelets and took my purse but everyone hated it! They said they were knock offs! What are so bad about knock offs? All the girls have $100 outfits! What Am I To Do?

August 9th, 2013

I Have No friends! Nobody wants to get to now me because I don't look as great as everyone else. I hate my family for making me go! The only person who is nice to me is Ms. Molly and all the kids think she's the worst.. how ironic that shes the only one who is nice to me?

August 10th, 2013

Well I have an idea about what to do to make friends all the girls look like each other but I'm gonna stand out!

August 11th, 2013

I Did it! Everyone loved me! I Used some grey cloth and made a headband and foot warmers and they said it was absolutely to die for! I'm so glad I actually made friends... Being lonely isn't fun. Everybody felt bad for being mean to me, And Guess What I told them its okay I won't hold a grudge against them. It's All Thanks To Miss Molly and her wonderful advice!! I Don't Think I'll Have Any More Trouble At This School. So I Must Say Farewell Diary! You Will Be missed but I've Got A Life Now!
XOXO Asiria



Black Husky-

[waterstar.]

Pixey
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{H e l l o ! My name's Waterstar2002, sadly still a nonowner. Anyway people seem to refer to me as just Waterstar2002, but I tell people to feel free to call me Anny. Which is just an online name one of my characters have. Anyway, enough about me.}
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{I've decided to call her Pixey. However she goes by Pix or Pixel. And maybe sometimes Crazy Pixels. It all depends on whoever's mood! A derogatory name she is sometimes called is Glitch. She hates that name and takes serious offense to the name Glitch. She was named for the colors her mother thought pixels to be.}
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{G r a y looks good on y o u!
Pixey was always loosing friends because of her beautiful coloring and long silky hair. Her friends didn't stick around for her to be called beautiful or just a perfect angel, but you see, all Pix ever wanted to be was normal like everyone else. So she set out the next day. Hoping to find something at the craft store that would help her feel normal. She's always been nifty with crafty things. She browsed the aisles for a whole hour. Finally she found what she was looking for! Something to make her normal. She actually thought that the color itself was a nice touch up to her bright pelt. It reminded her of fluffy gray bubbles and soft fizz. lt made a great contrast. She took the cloth home and sewed all night long. She came to school the next day and when she entered the room she heard whispering. But no derogatory whispering... Happy Whispering! The next day everyone wore accessories such as hers. But theirs colorful. Now Pix not included happy, but also a little more normal. Pixey earned her friends back, maybe even gained a few! Not everyone kept the style, but Pix always thought it was attractive. She's kept the style since her quest to be normal. Now she knows to accept herself for who she is and not what she looks like or what others say. She knows to be her no matter what}
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I, Waterstar2002, promise to never misuse, mistreat, or let staff kiamara 1 collect dust if I happen to take ownership of her.

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Dropping, art given to CeruleanRush.

[rainbowdash462]

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-AdventureTime-
Name;;
Sierra
Story explaining at least one part of her appearance;; (600 word limit)
I was originally a design in a Lisa Frank coloring book. As a tiger. And it so happened that when I came out, I looked magnificent. Now, don't think I am conceted. As I am not. My father had stipes as a tiger had but his colors were dark. Now my mother was just a standard Kiamara with a lighter coloring than mine. We had almost similar markings. Like, color wise. Not spots and stripes. Heaven's no. My mother was much of a Plain Jane. People always compared me to my parents, said we looked alike, but then they always compared me to the cover of a Lisa Frank coloring book, and said I should be a model in there.
Extra's
Personality;;
I much enjoy flower crowns and bandannas. I am very much a nature lover and I spend most of my time there actually. I sleep on rocks under the stars or the sun. Preferably under the sun. I like to be warm. I do, actually, hug trees. They smell wonderful. I eat a lot of fruit. And vegetables. Uhm... And I'm not exactly straight. I like girls.
Art;;
Sorry, I have a crappy camera and it's in blue pen.

[strawbee]

DROP DROP DROP FOR A FRIEND

[epimetheus]

hhmmmm.
possible reserve here.
o3o