[geotalon]

Because I've gotten over 10 PMs with the same question, I'm going to answer it here:

There is NO limit on the story of how he got the scars. None. Make it as long as you'd like as long as you realize the time I will be spending judging them. No, you cannot "mix" the extra into half story half art. One or the other, please.

The end date will be decided soon, but do not ask me when. :i

[Ardra]

.:Username:.
Ardra

.:Name:.
Nocturne

.:Personality:. (286 / 300)
Nocturne is a very adventurous Kia, and has made it his life’s dream to travel all around the world. His sheer determination keeps him from getting upset when people speak about how the task is very much impossible. He believes that if he works hard, he can achieve traveling the world, and much, much more. With a little bit of elbow grease and a lot of dreaming, hoping, and determination you can achieve whatever you put your mind to. Noc is brave in the face of danger, but fear still trickles through him, or rushes through him as it may be, however he is always willing to admit he is afraid, but that you just have to move on. One set back to Noc is that he doesn’t share well with others, which has gotten him into almost as much trouble as his constant temper rising to the surface at small things. Unfortunately with this, he doesn’t have a lot of understanding for many things, and it takes him a while to get through a grudge over even the simplest of things; that being said he still has friends; they just have to be very understanding. Otherwise, Noc is energetic and always has to be on the go, sitting still just is not an option, which is something that drives his friend’s nuts on occasion. He loves to flirt, but no one has yet to capture his heart, and he doubts anyone will, for he learned long ago betrayal can come from anywhere, and so he keeps everyone, friends, family, and strangers alike far away from his heart. He still loves them, but trusting them is a difficult task. Noc very much lives in the moment.

.:Story of his scars:.
When I was younger I had a best friend, his name isn’t important anymore, nor the memory… But I feel as if I should speak about it, out loud and to an actual person. Settle down, for this is the story of how I got my scars, and it is a tale that requires time.

There was this kia, around my age, who I looked up to. He was cool, cunning, and friendly on the outside… But I would soon find out how ruthless he was on the inside. As I said, his name doesn’t matter, so we will call him Skull, which has no relation to his real name. Skull, as it was, seemed to always be surrounded by kias, friends, girls, and even enemies. Everyone seemed to be under the spell of this manipulating male, and I soon fell for those charms as well.
Eventually, after hanging out in the shadows of my hero, I finally got the courage to go and speak to Skull, who surprisingly let me into his circle quickly, and with such warmth and friendship offered, how could I refuse? My hero accepted me, the small, frail kid I was, and made me feel like I was his best friend. I suppose, in a way, I was. I would do anything for Skull, and I usually did, getting him food, running errands, talking to the girls for them, letting them down gently, or not-so gently… depending on how he felt that is.
It didn’t take long for Skull to trust me, because who wouldn’t trust a kid who basically worshipped the ground your paws touched, and who trusted you with every ounce of his being? I was seemingly incorruptible from the rumors that had begun to be whispered in my ear when I was ushered into Skull’s inner circle. Among those who whispered was a kia, younger than I, who had also been in ushered quickly into Skull’s inner circle, just as naïve as I was, just as manipulated as I was, and when he was no longer useful, when he began to rebel, he was hurt. I didn’t believe him, freak accidents happened all the time. Sure, the kid’s horns were missing, patches of fur would never grow back where scars now lay, his ears shredded to ribbons. I think he tried the most to save me, and I didn’t listen. I should have listened.
I grew up with Skull, becoming exactly as he wanted me to be, emotionless, for my innocence had been lost a long time ago due to things Skull made me do that really shouldn’t be said aloud. I was the perfect right-paw Kia for Skull, for rebelling never crossed my mind, but it should have. The things Skull made me do, stealing, to killing things for him for pleasure, small animals that is which eventually grew to larger animals, playing cruel pranks on others are just the minor stuff, and it escalated over the years into something extremely terrible and I had had enough, finally realizing that the rumors weren’t rumors at all, but they were true.
It began when Skull was acting extremely weird; he had begun giving me odd answers to my questions, or not answering them at all, avoiding them. That is when I took a better look at the things I had been told, the things I had been doing for Skull, and I no longer wished to follow him as I had been. Then he asked me to do the unthinkable – Kill to gain access to a beautiful kia girl he had his eyes on for a while. She was happily mated, and I knew it, so did Skull. Nothing was too risky for him, not to gain and dominate this girl, who unlike others, totally ignored his charms and advances. I flat out refused, the first emotion other than shock to enter my conscious since I had sealed my emotions away was anger. Pure and utter fury and Skull knew it. He calmly said that it was okay, I didn’t have to do it, he wasn’t thinking straight. Still unsure about what was happening, but trusting Skull as I always had, I left satisfied. I went to see the girl, which with multiple stops to get things for Skull took forever; she was frantic upon my arrival. Her mate was missing, and dread swelled up inside me, as well as the anger that had by that point bubbled over.

I told her that I would go check what was going on, and so I did… That was my next mistake. Skull had already killed the Kia before I could get to him, and when he saw me his smile… I will never forget, it was creepy, cruel… Happy. I think that is what disturbed me the most, the fact he was actually happy. I tried to run, I tried to get to someone to help, but I think he knew I would run, he knew that when I saw him I would come crawling back, or I would run, and his bet had been on run. He tackled me to the ground, causing my paw to twist in a terrible way, and my head to hit the ground quite hard. I was injured in several places before I could get up, for Skull wasted no time clawing, biting, and pummeling me. Crawling away, he bit my ear so hard I cried out, and felt warmth gush from the wound and down into my ear, unpleasant and was making it hard to hear out of it.
Fighting, I knew, was my only choice. I fought hard, but Skull fought harder. He got my muzzle, deep, and had me pinned to the ground, paw on my throat, in less than ten minutes. I knew… I knew I was doomed. Closing my eyes as he talked, words I can barely remember now, I waited for my death to come… And instead I felt a weight being lifted off my throat, I could breathe again! Struggling to get up, I saw that the Kia’s mate, the girl Skull was after, had come with reinforcements, a sort of do-good mismatch of species that protected the innocent and helped out. Skull had been knocked into the wall we were close to, his body limp, eyes glazed over. It was over, and I blacked out, due to blood loss, or something else I don’t know.
When I woke up I was being cared for by a kind, old Kia who said I would have scars, and she was right. My muzzle and my ear now bear the scars of my past, of my friend who wasn’t truly my friend. The minor scars that still cover my body were thankfully shielded by my fur, but I will always have the visible scars that will constantly remind me what happened, what I was, and what I almost did.
I apologize if I sounded stiff, or if I sounded strange throughout the story. I am not a natural born story teller… I am actually quite terrible at talking to others, but I want to thank you for me allowing to tell you my past. It has lifted a large weight off my chest.


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[∅blivi∅n]

Reserved for when I'm not on a mobile device~

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[.siren]

May enter <3 I has great ideas ouo

[Robyn Hode.]

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username:

Abuse's Song

name:

Jon Snow

personality:

He has a quick temper,
brave, and is loyal.
Jon has a lot of
unresolved issues in his life.
He tries so hard to fit in
even though he still feels isolated.
He has a wall inside him
that stops people from coming in
too close because he's afraid
of not being loyal and having someone
or a child of his become what he is:
A child that's missing a part of their family.

story of his scars:

I was surrounded my many of them all barring their swords in my direction all having that hungry look in their eyes, that look that thirsted for my spilt blood. I quickly drew my own sword and spun around counting how many I was up to face.
"He's not one of us." A man said.

wip

[Qiokkabee]

He looks really nice, but just...not for me </3

[dr. pupper]

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RES RES RES OH MY GOODDDDDD

[T u m b l e]

Username: Painted Pawz

Name: Jacques, In honor of my good friend leaving to scotland.

Personality: Jacques is not very pleasant to be around; he has an extremely short temper when it comes to anything really, making him not very good at listening to people and gets very annoyed by the tiniest of things. He is extremely antisocial as well because no one wants to be around him and that doesn’t bother him at all, he prefers it. However he is loyal and sticks to his word, if he says he is going to do something he will do it.

Story of his scars:
*Note; The story is mainly written in neko form just so it is easier. There is also more to the story but it has a bit of a maturer content. c:

Jacques lurked in the ally outside the bar, his back to the brick wall which was worn away from age and old fights. The air started to grow cold, the clouds covering the moon like it wasn’t there in the first place. It was going to rain. Sighing he took another drag from his cigarette, he exhaled, smoke drifting from his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky just to be sure that it was going to rain, he tossed his cigarette onto the floor, stomping out the embers with the bottom of his black boot. Shrugging his hands into his pockets of his jacket he started to make his way towards the end of the alley where the pub stood wearily.
Looking down at the welcome mat in front of the pub he rolled his eyes, This place was certainly not welcoming. Stretching out his long arm he flung the door open to see all of the occupant’s eyes glare daggers at him. ‘The usual’ he thought to himself and smirked.

There was not a single sound in the entire room, just everyone’s eyes watching him like a hawk. Using one hand to move the bar stool he sat down, looking up at the bar tender he gave him his most charismatic smile, “One vodka, Today would be nice” he grinned and then tossed some money down like it was nothing, the bar tender picked up the money then turned around to start pouring the drinks. As soon as the bar tender poured the vodka the pub turned back into its loud and self-loathing self. Looking around Jacques took in his surrounds, mainly just old fat people having a drink. Nothing to worry about. Some people where still eyeing him weirdly though, as soon as he caught their gaze’s he bared his teeth and growled lightly before the bar tender slid the glass to him and watched him intently. “What are ye doin here Jak. Shou you be playin the pool of yers?” The old name could never pronounce his name right and Jacques had to refrain from punching the old man in the face. “What does it look like I am doing old man?” he lifted up his drink and raised it too his eyebrow for a little salute before drinking it down whole. Glancing up at the slowly ticking clock above the bar tender’s head he noticed the time, Looking back down to the bar tender, he placed down the glass.“Is it open yet?” he asked, not really paying any attention. “Ye, I’ll show ye du way, Thers som newcomers. Welcome them ok?” The bar tender replied. Standing up from the bar stool Jacques followed the old man, down a long hallway, he could feel the eyes watching him. Shaking his head he carried on walking until they reached a rusty old door which made a creaking noise when the bar tender opened it. “Help ye self” the man said before leaving the door open and heading back towards the bar.
Jacques, as soon as he entered the room he noticed the new guys, they were on their separate table, in a huddle formation. He laughed while he walked over to the large pool table in the middle of the room, Picking up one of the sticks he sat down a one of the stools nearby and pulled out about cigarette. Lighting it with his lighter he slid it into his pocket and watched the new guys. Most of them were young; Taking in the surroundings and the whole room he stood up and walked back over to the pool table. “You guys up for a game?” he asked, barely audible. A skinny blond kid turned around and look at him, the kid smiled then cocked an eyebrow up. “For how much?” the kid now stood up and picked up another pool stick. “A hundred” Jacques grinned and tapped his back pocket, and the game began.

Jacques bent over the pool table, spreading his body weight out so that he would get a better shot, concentrating on the white ball he shot his pool stick at it and watched it collided into a red ball. The red ball rolled into one of the pockets at the side. Looking up at the other people playing, he tried to hide a grin, He was going to win this. Easing off the side of the table he watched the others play intently until he felt something move in his back pocket. “Better not touch that if I were you” he growled lightly, not turning around. He felt his wallet stop moving for a few moments before it started moving again. Turning around calmly he looked at the man, he was a lot lager than him and Jacques had never seen him before. “What do you want” he looked up at him slightly, his eyes menacing. The man replied with, “My money”. Jacques suddenly got really annoyed and sighed, putting one hand out to the side and pointing to the game he growled, “That’s not how the game works”. He put one hand in his pocket and with the other he held the pool stick. The taller man glared at him and put his hand out, “Give me my money”. Jacques shook his head, “Mate, this is not how the game works” turning around, Jacques headed back to the game, before the man pulled out a knife and grabbed his shoulder, whirling Jacques around. *To be continued. I have the rest but it's got some mature language c:

[honee bee]

username: The Writer
name: Malik Jones
personality:
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[TheGodessOfMischief]

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Hi there I'm TheGodessOfMischief but you can call me 'Chief

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I would call this gorgeous boy Sasuke

personality: (300 word limit)

Sasuke is a very silent kia , and he prefers to be alone but he will be near other kia's if it's needed. He is very sarcastic, and likes making the occasional joke. He loves reading and never goes anywhere without a book. He's a daydreamer and is often off in his own little world.

story of his scars:

WIP

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What is most important to you?

Sasuke smiles , a happy look in his eye. "The thing most important to me is books. I love how I can pick up a book and escape into a world more interesting then mine. When I read, even for a few short minutes, the world around me doesn't exist. I've been through a lot growing up, and books have bee my everything; teachers, guardians, friends , and an escape. I owe my life to books."

pulling out good luck everyone