[Umbrakinesis]

Username I am Black tabby, although back when I originally tried out for this kia, I went by Midnightbird. Since then I've learned a lot, changed my name, and now I hope that I can finally get my first kia.
Name As I mentioned before, I tried out for him originally, but I will be pretending I didn't.
Infinite is the perfect name now, so that's what I'll be using. Infinite as in Infinite hope, Infinite determination ...
Infinite perfection.
Favorite place and why What Infinite really loves are city streets. Not only does he know a lot about the alleys and passageways, but he likes the feeling of the city moving around him. Silence and sitting still are two things Infinite hates, and on a walk through the city, he never has to do either of those.
Taking walks in daylight is one thing. But at night, the city really brings Infinite to life. He can do more daring things, and loves the feeling of it all being a "secret".
Personality While he can sometimes seem very mature, Infinite is sometimes extremely impish as well. Man, his I-just-did-something-weird-that-I-shouldn't-have-done giggle (his signature trademark) is annoying. Infinite is often the one to harbour a grudge and plot revenge - forgive and forget just doesn't work for him. However, Infinite is also generally a very calm kia, to the point of seeming indifferent to nearly everything. Maybe part of this is because he is a pessimist, tending to only see the bad side of everything. Ever since he was a kid, Infinite has been a rule-breaker. He's generally very sarcastic to his superiors when caught in the act. One more thing; Infinite happens to be far over on the arrogant side of things - he has a huge ego.
Infinite has a lot of laughable quirks, including being double-jointed (it's creepy), using random items, like bottle caps, as toys, and on occasion randomly (but quietly) bursting into song. He has a sweet side, which he often tries to hide behind a confident smirk, and is actually very funny when you get to know him. Infinite is pretty intelligent, and able to think quickly, which is useful in tossing back smart replies. He is also a very athletic kia, as he loves running and does it practically every day. He's also very focused on what he's doing, unless of course he gets distracted by music.
Poem "what I see" - by me
Quiet down, it's only me
But let me tell you what I see;
A newborn bird, a hunting eagle
The lowest down, the highest regal
A snowflake touch, a deadly blow
The dimmest dark, the brightest glow
A peaceful meadow, a hectic city
A heart of ice, a heart with pity
Quiet down, it's only you ...
Art By me x x || By others x - By Duskdream | x - By maple.leaf
Story Infinite swaggered down the sidewalk, walking in the middle like he was hot stuff. The worn bag slung over his shoulder was filled with supplies for drawing, a hobby he didn't admit to often. And he figured he didn't need to - everyone's image of Infinite was fine just as it was. He didn't need to be potentially ruined by telling everyone.
It was a grey, dull day, and dark. Some cars had their headlights on, and the street lamps had lit up automatically. Clouds trailed across the sky like defeated warriors, suspended in a sluggish breeze. It had been raining all morning, but now that the storm was over and it was just drizzling slightly, Infinite was walking to the park to work on some more sketches. His eyes were half closed, to defend his vision from the rain, and also so he could remember the curves of the faces he had been working on.
Infinite paused, mid-step, at a high-pitched crying sound from the alley he was passing. Just as he was deciding it was just car breaks or something, the sound came again. What the heck, I have time, Infinite thought. He could check in the alley. The wail came again as Infinite stepped into the dripping, stinking alleyway. He pushed his way through the soaked wasteland - several of the garbage cans appeared to have spilled over - and pushed a few things to the side. At first it sounded to Infinite like it was the ground wailing, but as he extended his hand slowly, the "asphalt" bit him and revealed itself to be a cat. A scrawny, dappled blue-grey kitten. So thin it was just a twig really. "Hello, Twig," said Infinite slowly, picking up the kitten.
Change of plans. He was taking the cat home.
Story is my extra. All kias are in anthro form.

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First ;; Cassian
Middle ;; Avens
Last ;; O'Neil

Pronounced ;;
Kass-ee-an
Av-inz
Oh-neel
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As a child, Cassian remembers, his adventures with his imaginary friend in the backyard of the old family cottage. Everything was overgrown and looked almost beastly in the eyes of the once spontaneous little four-year-old Kiamara. He ventured amongst the jungle he called the backyard and travelled as far as a large hole; which he dubbed as being a monster’s footprint at the time. As the time passed, Cassian and his family tended to the wild backyard and brought it back into control. His family and he removed the trees that weren’t necessary and hours of weed-pulling and slashing. Finally the monstrously large backyard was cleared and covered with nothing but a few trees and flat, green grasses. After his parents left him with the cottage to live on his own, Cassian avidly sought to bring the backyard to a new light in his eyes, and therefore his adventure for the perfect garden began.
━━━━Over years he spent tending to newly planted baby trees and flowering plants that he had bought, nursing them to full size as though they were his children. The large hole he had stumbled upon as a child was hollowed out again, and soon became the foundation for the large koi-pond that can be found in his garden to this very day; with vibrant koi swimming around happily and a Japanese Dragon statue perched upon a small mound in the centre. Four Japanese Weeping Cherries were planted around the koi-pond and soon the Japanese Lotus pavilion was set up to complete the aura of being in another world whilst in the safety of his own backyard.
━━━━Painted a crisp, pearl white and adorned with beautiful wind-chimes and Japanese lanterns. With comfortably cushioned benches inside it and the garden around it; the pavilion sits in harmony with the rainbow of still growing plants. This is Cassian’s place, his own little world within the big world he lives in. With the comfort of home, he feels at peace when he sits amongst all that he had created. This is his place where his ideas for writing pieces flow, his stress drifts away and his true self can flourish as though he were one of the fauna he cared for so delicately. He doesn’t need to worry in his own, sacred place and that is why he finds it the most enjoyable place to be. High fences block out the outside world, the house prevents view from the street beyond; wildlife that thrive in his garden fill his ears with their natural sounds and ease away any negative emotions he had stored away. He often thinks that if, one day, he were to find a mate of his own; this garden would be where his own, new family would grow. And he hopes that in the future, his family will grow and thrive just as well as the garden world within his home.

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Personality Traits;;

➣ Quiet
➣ Timid
➣ Kind
➣ Observant
➣ Puts the needs of others first
➣ Private
➣ Likes solitude
➣ Avoidant
➣ Socially uncomfortable
➣ Polite
➣ Non-confrontational
➣ Guarded
➣ Fears drawing attention
➣ Easily Frightened
➣ Prone to start crying
➣ Enjoyable to be around
➣ Amusing
➣ Organised
➣ Modest
➣ Follows the rules
➣ Responsible
➣ Submissive
➣ Easily Hurt Physically/Emotionally
➣ Has a slight lack of energy
➣ Has a well developed sense of space and function
➣ Finishes Tasks
➣ A planner; unspontaneous
➣ Hates major changes
➣ A little suspicious
➣ Prone to confusion
➣ OCD
➣ Gay /Quite effeminate/


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━━━━With a timid nature, keeping quiet and being kind as to not upset somebody is something he does often. With Cassian’s friendliness in account, you can always count on him to put the needs of others above his own. Being so quiet allows for Cassian to observe others, he can often notice things that others wouldn’t, whether that be a physical thing or something that is emotional; he has a rich mental universe of observations. Cassian is also very private and polite when dealing with company, keeping things secret and using his manners are usually at the top of his agenda when he braves the world; though this is rare as he feels very socially uncomfortable. He is very non-confrontational. He has an intense fear of drawing attention to himself, staying to the sidelines where he won’t be spotted is what he does best. He is quite easily frightened, so being caught by surprise or things that are scary are more than likely to have him teary or crying; he is quite prone to crying when stressed out.
━━━━If one were to get to know Cassian, to befriend him and gently work away the shell he puts up; they’ll know just how enjoyable and fun he is to be around. He will enjoy making somebody laugh, to enhance his friendship with them. Being modest about his own abilities, Cassian isn’t one to boast or over-estimate himself. He avidly follows all rules and most know him to be very responsible. Cassian is somewhat accident prone, easily hurt on a physical scale as well as an emotional scale. He sticks with those whom he knows won’t do him harm either way. Cassian seems to not have much energy to do things, or perhaps it is just lack of muse; so he often spends his days lazing about and rarely venturing out into public. He has a well-developed sense of space and function; he makes use of what space he has to its full capacity. He is good at finishing tasks, as he doesn’t like to disappoint.
━━━━Cassian is actively clean and organized. He is definitely a planner when it comes to it; not spontaneous in any way, shape or form. He is somewhat prone to confusion, especially when something isn’t explained thoroughly. He hates changes that are major, liking when his world is the same as it was so that he is familiar with it. Cassian is very guarded; cautious about most things that happen around him. Cassian’s OCD is he cannot stand disorganisation and uncleanliness. His house is the prime example of showing off what his disorder involves. He also has to check all the locks on windows and doors four times before going to bed. Gay, simply implies that he has a more feminised personality; which matches up with his sexuality in all.

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This poem was written by myself.
It reflects on some of the feelings
Cassian has towards his "sarced place".

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This is a place quite near to home.
I like to sit and watch creatures roam.
A place where the rays of warming sun.
Caress each plant like the hands of a loved one.
Where water streams into the pond.
Whispering the notes to a wordless song.
Sitting in silence, my mind begins to hush.
My breathing settles down from its unneeded rush.
Here my thoughts come, and my imagination will awaken.
For this natural peace has my worries quickly taken.
Equanimity encases me with a calming spirit.
A delicate touch like a promise in secret.
The soul of this place I keep willingly free.
This is my garden, a sacred place just for me.


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For my extra I have decided on
writing a quick history that mainly
refers to his anthro form. It isn't
quite detailed, as the word limit
restricted me quite a bit; so I made
the most of what I had to work with
and hopefully you can enjoy this
watered down version of Cassian's
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July 23rd was coming to an end; the warmness of the summer evening had started to ebb away. As soon as the sun set, the mewling of a newborn echoed through a local hospital. Cassian Avens O’Neil, was the name given to this infant; a name just for him, one to call his own.
━━━━The first year of his life in the big world, like any other newborn, Cassian relied on his parents for protection, comfort, food and love. He received all of this in no small helping, as the first child of the new parents.
━━━━During toddlerhood, one could say Cassian had discovered his more adventurous side. Wandering off in search of monsters while his parents did the shopping, standing in the middle of the train tracks and pretending he had discovered the skeleton of an ancient snake beast; while his parents thought he was obediently playing on the playground, until they discovered he had walked off again. The adventures he had were plentiful, and each had a unique story to them that he played out in his imaginative mind; though a lot of them involved him putting himself in a dangerous position, both in his mind and in the real world. By the age of three, he’d almost been hit by a car, a motorcycle, a train; he’d been kidnapped for all of ten minutes, locked in a shopping centre overnight and fractured his left arm. But now he had begun to discover a new source of fun. After all; what isn’t exciting about having a new baby brother to play with? Finnegan, as an infant, was not too pleased with his older brother’s persistence in trying to drag him around on his adventures; and the younger Kiamara made it very clear to everyone!
━━━━In primary school, he was known for being a troublemaker and his parents received a lot of complaints from the teachers. Wandering off the schoolyard without permission was one of his main actions; especially when he grew bored with school and wanted to hunt for dragons in the hills nearby. Had he not been dobbed on by fellow students, there were numerous times that he would’ve been kidnapped once again; though Cassian didn’t particularly like being dragged back to school, and did put up a bit of a fight. By the end of grade six, his adventurous spirit had all but died down and he was now focused on something completely different; his looks and social standing.
━━━━Cassian’s high school years were like a rollercoaster of emotions. Firstly, hitting puberty was the worst thing in the world for the young teen. With everything going ahead and changing on him, he had taken a while to get used to everything that was different. His voice dropped, he hit a growth-spurt and he discovered a new part of himself he wasn’t very proud of. At sixteen, boisterous, adventurous Cassian was no more; though he was still popular at this point. The first of the things he noticed, unlike most of the other guys his age, Cassian wasn’t attracted to the opposite gender; it was the guys that caught his eye most of all. Gradually his interests flowed from liking rugby and cricket, to gardening and flowers; swapping a masculine life for one of a more effeminate nature. By the age of seventeen, he had fully ‘evolved’ into his effeminate self. And the whole school instantly knew he was gay. He quite easily flaunted it after all; though unknowingly. The main thing that showed it was his constant wearing of flower crowns –something he still does-.
━━━━Most of Cassian’s group of friends accepted his changes; but the majority of the school had another viewpoint on the former member of the popular clique. Bullying had become a new part of Cassian’s life for the remainder of his school years, though he hid it from his parents and made Finnegan swear not to tell them what was going on behind the scenes; relieved in a sense that his brother left at the age of fifteen to explore the world.
━━━━To this day, the bullying did have an effect on Cassian. Once quite confident; now confined in his introverted self.

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Back when he was young | Art by me
Not how to be a big brother | Art by me
Flower crown | Art by bear
Stupid, pretty, little weed... | Art by me
All this stuff is tiring | Art by me
Welcome to the world, Cassian | Art by me

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It'll be okay, little ones. | Art by me
Time to relax | Art by me
Big brother has you | Art by me
Peacefully smiling | Art by Dragon Documentary
This isn't my best side | Art by Dragon Documentary
Napping at the Lotus Pavilion | Art by Me
Just remember to smile | Art by lovenature100
Just smile and wave | Art by Dave Egbert

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All above writing pieces © Me (Zandom XP)
Form Layout © Me, also.

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Final word;;
Again I would like to say a huge thanks to
those who assisted my in my collection of
art. And to Rivkah for allowing me to use
Finnegan as a younger brother.
I would never have been able to complete
my form if it weren't for your generosity and
willingness to spare some time for me.
Thank You again.

An early good luck to all those who entered.
I know this boy will go to somebody who
truly deserves him.

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[~Soul~]

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[heckhoundz]

u s e r n a m e ;; maple.leaf

n a m e ;; Clement - Latin, meaning gentle and merciful

p e r s o n a l i t y ;; bashful | | quiet | | timid | | compassionate | | dependent | | loyal | | honest
bashful - Clem is very, very shy and reserved. he is very self-conscious and is terrified of approaching people around his age. he has developed this anxiety because he hates being judged by anyone.
quiet - Clem never speaks unless spoken to when it comes to people he's never met and he only directly talks someone he knows and feels secure around. if you make him feel insecure, he won't say a word.
timid - fear and anxiety give Clem his timid demeanor. if Clem is ever forced to do something that scares him, he'll shake uncontrollably and whine until he gets out of it. believe me, you do not want to hear him whine.
compassionate - despite being shy and scared, Clem is very gentle and caring when it comes to his friends. he is generous, sometimes a little too generous and people often take advantage of his generosity. he loves making people happy and it gives him a bit of confidence to take on the day when he makes someone smile.
dependent - another one of Clem's not so good traits is being very clingy and dependent on others. this only applies to his friends. Clem is afraid of his friends leaving him and often feels very anxious and scared when he isn't in the company of one of his friends.
loyal - Clem is very loyal to his friends. he will always be there for them like they are for him. he cares about his friend's feelings and will feel hurt if they are hurt as well.
honest - honesty is something that Clem values greatly. he never ever lies unless he or a friend's life are in danger. he doesn't like to lie because he knows that lies hurt more than the truth.



My Likes
✓ relaxing in my room
✓ my friends and family
✓ spaghetti and french onion soup
✓ my favorite hoodie
✓ science fiction novels
✓ nature, especially forests
✓ time to think and reflect

My Dislikes
✘ rude, noisy people
✘ being alone in crowds
✘ approaching people
✘ doing things that I don't want to do
✘ bitter, sour, and spicy foods
✘ fatty foods too, gross!
✘ nightmares and facing my fears












f a v o r i t e - p l a c e ;; his room
"I don't like to travel unless I have to. My favorite place to be is my room. It provides a safe, secure, and comforting place for me to be alone. I like to think and reflect on things in my room, it's become my needed escape from the chaos of the real world. And besides, when I read my books, I can go wherever I want to go. Panama, Russia, Uganda, you name it. I live out my life in my sanctuary of books, I don't need to travel to see the world when I can go everywhere while staying in one place. That's not the only reason why my favorite place is my room, however. My room is my safe haven, it's where all my memories are. Childhood or adult memories, bad and good, my room is kinda sentimental to me. I could never, ever move away and I wouldn't want to, either. That would be absolutely awful. I would hate moving. Anyway, my room is my favorite place because it is home. It is my home, it's where my heart is. I overflow with joy when I step into my room after a terrible day and simply lying on my carpet makes everything better. I couldn't go anywhere else and feel as much joy as being in my room."

p o e m ;;
sailing high above the sky
light as a feather, free as a bird
my happiness can't be described with a word
I never stop to reason why.

is this what it's like to be free
of worry, fear, stress?
cradled by a mother with a soft caress?
free to feel like i'm finally me?

but this feeling won't last.
it's just an illusion
not a permanent solution.
it's all in the past.

chaos and ridicule is part of reality.
you can't escape from the real world in dreams.
you can't break the unbreakable seams
that tie you to such a horrible tragedy.

a r t ;;
what? by me
clem's worry box by me
no! by me
I'm finally free... by me

w o r r y - b o x ;;
"You want to know about my worry box? It's kinda private but if you promise not to tell anyone, i'll tell you about it."
Clem has something he likes to call his worry box. It's a small wooden box with a hinged lid that is locked and only Clem has the key. On the top of the lid there is a slit, big enough for a folded piece of paper but too small to put you fingers through. Clem has a problem with worrying and stressing about little things. What he will do is write down whatever is worrying him and put it into the box. Once it's in the box, he won't take it out until he is ready to deal with it, which might take a couple months. This box has helped him though many hard times, including a short period of depression. That was when he first made his worry box. The stress and fear got to him so badly, he slipped into depression. Clem realized he needed something to control his worrying and stress, so he went to the thrift shop, looking for something to help him.
Here's what happened...

Group projects are a nightmare. Especially when you are the only one doing the work. Projects add a lot of stress to my daily workload. I went about the day, moving from class to class, the thought of the project itching at the back of my mind. I couldn't get it out of my head. My worrying had already made me a depressed sack that just wanted to lie down and sleep. It had never gotten this bad before, I felt like the stress was eating me alive. My friends knew I had problems with stress and worrying, but they didn't fully understand what it was like. The depression had sucked away all my happiness, leaving me afraid and full of melancholy.
When I got to my final class, chemistry, I was greeted by a giant wave of fear. The project was not completed and it was due tomorrow. I started to shake. There was no way I was gonna get a good grade on this stupid project.
As I walked home, terrible thoughts started flying through my head. They were all worst situation, but they still made me anxious. Would this project affect my grades badly? How could I get my grade up this close to the end of the year? What if I can't get into a college? What'll happen then? I started shaking again and picked up my pace. I needed to get home.
When I finally reach my house, I slip upstairs unnoticed and hide away in my room. Usually once I'm there, all my stress melts away. This time, My anxiety grew stronger. I started to panic. Was I going mad? Insane? I needed something to calm myself, something to massage away my stress and worry. I grabbed my wallet and flew down the stairs, out the door, and raced to the thrift shop. The old woman behind the counter greeted me with a smile. I panted and said, "Do you have any stress relievers of some sort? Anything, really." She moved out from behind her counter and beckoned me to follow. I trotted behind her, almost bumping into her when she suddenly stopped. The woman turned and held a box out to me. A box? Was she serious? "It's a worry box," she said, pushing the green thing into my hands, "you write down whatever is worrying you and put it into the box. When you are ready to deal with it, you open the box and take it out." She pressed a small key into my hand. Both items were decorated with leaves and ornate swirls. "How much?" I asked her, reaching for my wallet. The woman stopped me and said, "No payment, you need it greatly." I thanked her many times and raced back home, eager to forget my worries.

[Cliffhanger]

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Name
Sprite,
He reminds me of the drink called so.

Favorite place and why
Since the tragedy took a place in his life he has feared and hated big cities. He does his best trying to stay away from others. And because of that I will keep his place hidden and it will keep being a secret. But I can try my best to describe it from what I have heard from Sprite. Let's see, the entrance is very tiny and covered by jungle plants and a teeny-tiny waterfall; Prepare yourself to crouch! Oh, and if you have some kind of fear or phobia for water this place isn't for you. When you are done with crouching you will see this massive tropic place you always called "Paradise". There are some tropic animals there, but the most common is the ring-tailed lemur. The animals have it good there and aren't scared of Sprite, they treat him like a friend. Why? You may ask. You see, it's because he's vegetarian. Oops! Seems like I jumped off the trail, hehe, it's the place I'm gonna talk about; Not Sprite. So, there is a bar where you can get homemade coconut shells! There's also a place where you can swim or just relax. But now's the time to stop before I say too much.

Personality
♥Timid
Sprite is very timid. He doesn't want to get in trouble. He stays for himself and barely no one knows anything about him, I don't even think they know that he exists.

♥Socially Awkward & Picky
Sprite is picky when it comes to everything, but I can tell you that it's hard to become his friend. He will be very picky because he can't really trust anyone. And he's kind of socially awkward. He will probably stutter somewhere here and there and sometimes doesn't know what to answer.

♥Loyal
But when or if he accepts you and you start to know him better you know you're granted a new bff! He will stay forever loya, understanding and will always be your helping hand.

♥Confused
Sprite can spend hours of thinking trying to understand why he's alive or why he even exists. It isn't clear at all for him. He doesn't know what to do with life and how to value it.

Backstory
When Sprite was a little kid he was the opposite of what he is now. He was just like any other Kiamara; Laughed, played, joked and all that good stuff. But one night some bandits had set their house on fire. The bandits took Sprite with them to use him as a slave, but Sprite ran away, tears running down his cheeks. He was a smart little kid and knew that it wasn't good to return to his family. He wanted to know if they were alive, but he wouldn't have made it if he knew that his entire family was dead. He had a tough time raising himself, but lucky for him he found a place like nothing he had seen before. The lemurs and he became friends, but Sprite hasn't had a real Kiamara friend since the tragedy.

Poem
I woke up to a bad surprise,
Finding out that my hmoe was on fire.
Taken away from all my loved ones,
Not even knowing if tehy were alive.
Finding a new place for me to live,
Along with lemurs I raised myself.
I really did.

Art
Lonely Sunset by me

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