[Miavinn]

SPACEnörth

SPACEMale

SPACEAvel, called Ave.

SPACEFidgety is what he is mostly described as. He can't stop fiddling with things, such as wires and scraps of metal. Once he gets an idea he'll run his mouth, so yes, very talkative. He also has a short attention resulting in many
unfinished projects and inventions laying around. Avel is also a jokester and doesn't really take anything seriously. Also, Ave isn't a jock persay, but he is a tad athletic.

SPACEI woke to a morning that seemed like any other. Probably full of testing, drama, and bullies at school for your average fidgety, talkative, and dorky nerd. Waking at 6:00 am, I take a brisk shower and eat my plain breakfast quickly, consisting of cereal and banana. Grabbing my latest little project and navy blue canvas backpack, I give my mom a hug goodbye and wave to my father before heading out the door to wait for the bus. I try to calm the messy tangles called hair on my head with no success.
SPACEIt was a drizzly grey Monday morning, chilly enough for your breath to hang in the air for awhile before being sucked away by the slight breeze. I shuffle my feet on the driveway trying to keep the shivers at bay. Finally the bus arrives. Getting in, I take a seat near the front and lean my head against the window. In a few minutes the bus stopped again, but I hardly noticed. I was bent over my project of flimsy metal scraps until the bus made it to the school. I put the metal gingerly into my bag and then hop off the bus.
SPACEThe rest of the morning went by in a breeze. The only highlights were that there was a big math exam coming up and being lockered a few times in between periods. The end of class bell rang and I pile my books, making sure to avoid the feet sticking out to trip me. Making it to my locker without a hitch, I stack my things on the shelf and grab my lunch, along with the project. Making my way through the overcrowded hallway to cafeteria, I spot the people who had lockered me. Quickly looking away, I enter the cafeteria and take a seat at an empty table near the back.
SPACEIgnoring my lunch, I start fiddling with the metal scraps again. I carefully arrange the folded rectangles into a spiral and crease them here and there. Just as I completed scratching a message into it, it was violently snatched out of my hands.
SPACE“What’s this dork?” demands an all too familiar voice. It was what you could call the leader of the bullies. He was the one who had been bothering me the most all year.
SPACE“A project.” I say in a low, mumbling voice gazing down. I silently pray that he wouldn’t damage it.
SPACE“Hey!” says a feminine voice. Both of us look up. “What do you think you’re doing?” a girl demands walking over. It was Faith. A boy follows her frowning.
SPACE“Teaching this nerd a lesson.” the bully says stepping closer to her, “You got a problem with that?”
SPACE“No, I don’t have a problem. I have two problems.” she snaps, “First off, your breath smells like you’ve been eating road kill and secondly, I don’t think this guy needs any lessons from you. So zip it.”
SPACEThe bully clenches is fists and snarls. “Why don’t you just back off before you break a nail prissy.” The Faith’s eyes shine with fury. The boy who had come with Faith steps between them.
SPACE“Listen can you just leave him alone?” the boy says motioning to me. I hear a low animal like growl from the bully.
SPACE“Stay out of this bird-brain.” he lashed. I could tell Faith had just about had enough.
SPACE“Please, just call me Finch.” Finch says calmly.
SPACE“Fine then Finch,” the bully says spitting the name out venomously, “Have it your way.” He drops the metal scraps back on the table and struts haughtily back to his table glaring at his lunch. I snatch my project up and hold it protectively so Faith wouldn’t see it.
SPACE“Are you okay?” Finch asks me. I nod.
SPACE“Yeah, fine.” I say, “Thanks by the way.” With a nod Finch begins to walk away.
SPACE“You coming Faith?” He asks turning his head to look at her.
SPACE“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.” she says with smile. Faith turns to me as Finch continues to walk away. “Sorry ‘bout the bully. He can be a real pain sometimes.”
SPACE“It’s fine.” I say looking at her. The feelings from glances in class didn’t compare to what I felt now. I notice Finch looking at us curiously. I scratch the back of my head nervously. “I uh…made this for you.” I add handing her the metal sculpture. It was a metal rose. Faith glances back at Finch questioningly. He gives her a nod as if telling her to take it. She turns back to face me and takes it delicately.
SPACE“I will always be there for you, whether as a friend or foe.” she reads off the stem. “It’s beautiful, thank you.” Faith says softly. I give her a small smile and feel my face warm up. Faith jerked her head to see if Finch was looking, then without warning gave me a small kiss on my cheek. “I’ll see you around” She said with a twinkle in her eye, with a small wave she made her way back to Finch.
SPACELets‘s just say, that was one of the best days of my life.

SPAAACEFaith belongs to Beautiful Sky & Finch belongs to pedunkle.
SPAAACEThis is set when they are still teens.

A metal rose I gave to you
To show I would forever be your friend
Forever, through, and through
I will be there till the end

A metal rose I gave to you
It was scraps of folded metal
But I hope it was a good clue
That together we created the perfect petals.

Metal Roses
Header Headshot

SPACEYes. I have always dreamed of having a semi-natural colored Kiamara with aqua eyes and here he is! I plan on roleplaying him constantly and doodling him in class. As you have read in the story, he does already have a love interest, but I would keep roleplaying him with others for different possibly crushs/girlfriends/mates and friends.

[~Ghosttiee~]

Dropping ;w; I just don't have the time to finish my form, good luck to you guys though ~! <3

[Traumwind]

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Ohh...reserve <3

[get scared]

Username:

Hoshikuzu
Gender:

Male
Name:

Ryker [R-eye-ker]
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Yes. (expand? xD)

meeeega w.i.p.

[slasher // twig]

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Will you be active with him?; I Twig, promise to be active with this kiamara, I will make him art, roleplay him,

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loaf
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Male
Name:
Xerves or Aspen
{ ex-er-vis } - { a-spen }
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u v u I can't help it, doodles has such gorgeous kias

[saturnus]

Username: harukas
Gender: male
Name: Rye

Likes:
♢ fruit snacks
♢ gardens
♢ cities
♢ fashion
♢ hot guys and girls
♢ obscure coffee drinks

Dislikes:
♢ the sea
♢ nostalgia
♢ spicy food
♢ octopi
♢prudes
♢ weak tea

story
“Don’t you know how to be a proper man? Don’t you know that real men fess up to their crimes?” Spit flew into Rye’s 15 year old face and he flinched, eyebrows scrunching up and hot tears filling up his eyes. Rye had been blamed for stealing his friend’s mother’s brooch. His older friend, who was about 17, was convinced that Rye was the only one who could’ve taken it, although he was also angry at the younger for being so malicious with his comments from earlier at dinner. Rye didn’t dare look up at the elder, not when he was in such a vulnerable position.

“Look me in eyes, you pathetic piece of trash.”

Rye silently refused, his head sinking into his shoulders in fear and shame, afraid of the tears that might escape if he so much as glanced at the other man’s expression. Looking pointedly at the corner of the room, he balled his fists up tightly.

“I didn’t take it,” he warbled out.

“I didn’t take it,” he mimicked cruelly and spat on the younger’s shoe.
With this action, Rye let out a disgusted cry and looked up at his friend’s face, what he saw were terrible eyes that were muddled with false belief and disdain. Still keeping silent, he turned and ran out of the cabin door to go into his room. The other made no move to stop him which Rye was thankful for because he could feel hot drops begin to slide down his cheeks.

Curled up and asleep, he didn’t notice the frantic calls and commotion on the deck at first but awoke when a fellow crew member barged in and practically dragged him out of the bed. “It’s your friend, come look at him.” He then paused, and whispered, “I’m sorry.” Sleepy accompanied with confused, he rubbed his eyes and shrugged. “I don’t care about what happened to him, all I really want is to go back to bed. Maybe with a few women.” Giving a tired, sharp smirk, he shook the other man’s hand off his shoulder. The encounter with the elder a few hours earlier was still fresh in his mind and it made him feel ashamed and slightly humiliated. His smirk faltered a bit when he saw the face the other was making at him, it was full of twisted pity underneath a mask of a bitter smile. This time he gently grabbed Rye’s arm and led him to the deck.

The first thing Rye saw was a large, grotesque octopus writhing about the deck, its tentacles flipping every which way and blood pouring from the wound of what looked like a bullet hole. It took him a few moments but his eyes finally rested on a still figure, his face blue and a clearly imprinted suction cup pattern on his neck. He let out a cry that surprised even him, he ran to his friend’s body, tears filling up for the second time that night. Burying his face into his friend’s cold and wet chest, high pitched keening noises escaped from his lips.

“Tried to take this octopus off the side of the ship by force, that damn idiot.”

“Octopus must’ve gotten angry and decided to strangle him.”

“Young ones are always foolish.”
Rye couldn’t hear anything but his own blood pounding in his ears and the lack of it in the one he held.
The same crew member brought him back down to his room after a while, and patted Rye gently on the shoulder. The other handed him a white ribbon which Rye immediately recognized as his friend’s neck tie.

“There now, you may have gotten into a fight with your friend earlier, but I’m sure he died thinking how grateful he is to have a friend like you.”
Rye sat on his bed with puffy red eyes and pulled the ribbon open. He then set it down and angrily glared at it.

“I’d rather him be alive and hate me than dead and love me.”

personality

♢ finds amusement in everything, constantly
has a threatening sharp toothed smile on
♢ rather vain about himself
♢ after incident with friend, finished
school and moved to the city
♢ likes to see people hurt by his words for dirty kicks
♢ even though he makes malicious remarks,
he's upset when people do the same back
♢ can't stand the sea anymore, the smell
is enough to make him sick

art

♢ rye by three

♢ outfits by me

♢ octopus medley by me

♢ rye bread by kaworu nagisa

♢ calm by me

currently:

♢ a 23 year old underpaid barista at a shady coffee shop

♢ keeps his friend's white ribbon tie underneath a pile of clothes back at his apartment

♢ spends what little money he has on clothes

♢ needs someone willing to push through his malicious bullcrap and talk to him

♢ lives on a diet of bad microwave food

Will you be active with him?

Heck yea I will. I’m really happy to be given the chance to try out for a kia! Due to me being late to the game and being really picky with designs, I’ve never earned a kiamara for myself but this babe completely caught my eye. I’d RP with him and probably design him more outfits. I think his horns are the cutest and I’m super pumped to hopefully be able to draw him more in the future!!

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[tea!]

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[wandzie.]

And *finally* done meh form! I'm quite happy with it <3
Ahh! This ends tomorrow! Good luck everyone! Cause I most likely WILL forget to mention it!

[geotalon]

This ends 10 PM EST on the 23rd <3