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My gallery · by **ADVENDIR »** » Mon Jun 30, 2014 8:11 am

UZERNAME; Advendir
NAME; Orcinus [ meaning "of the kingdom, of the dead" ]
GENDER; Male

Fav Part: While not limited to only Sapphire, I still enjoyed the bicycles. Doing tricks, accidentally running into other bicyclists if you were going too fast over a bridge. It was suuuper fun for me to mess around with it.

3 extras: story that states personality traits,

My gallery · by **Arrows** » Mon Jun 30, 2014 8:15 am

Ahh! Pokemon! My game! Reserve!

My gallery · by **Brûlée** » Mon Jun 30, 2014 8:38 am

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My gallery · by **Sky Rabbit** » Mon Jun 30, 2014 8:49 am

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My gallery · by **Kiesen** » Mon Jun 30, 2014 9:06 am

-Username
-Name (Please be creative)
-What was your favorite part of the game?
-Art (unlimited)
-Personality
-(optional) 3 Extras! (story,Q&A,etc.)

WIP!

My gallery · by **Offended Cockatiel** » Mon Jun 30, 2014 9:14 am

Secrets, secrets, secrets...

Crushed ice, spitting blood, almost drowning on a daily basis

-Username: Byteme

When you don't hear the full story isn't it funny who you think is evil, and who you think is good?

-Name: Easterly Katrina Stratos She'ricaulld
[An eastward course; The eastward course of winds- Pure; Pure hell, hurricane Katrina- She'ricaulled is a spoken similar to "Sheer Cold"; A pun on Kygres renowned 1-hitKO move]

-What was your favorite part of the game?
-Art (unlimited)
-Personality

Let's play the drowning game

The sight of the average day worker makes people comfortable in their own skin, a delusional comfort. They get enveloped in the systematic synthesis and the blurr of the greatness of life, so they try to find a certain point in space to place their feet and pretend that they have placement in something so big. So big, it's like they could just... be eaten.

It's like they've become so accustomed, to the life that they're living, that they don't ask questions. Stop wondering, stop understanding, stop seeing.

-(optional) 3 Extras! (story,Q&A,etc.)

Extra 1- Philosophies
Thoughts I just can't keep away from my mind

Yellow pages, their bright presence, leapt through the wight of the desk as a screaming person would through the flames of biting fire. On each page words where scribbled down, a mess of black and blue ink and even if there was only one paragraph on the elongated lemon pages, just pages and pages, they went on longer than life. If the subject changed the page changed as well, even with just a few sentences on the prior.

Have you ever noticed how when you say a word over and over it becomes foreign. Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign... Say it out loud, softly... Quietly, yell it, fix it's syllables, say it slowly, say it fast, scream it, cry it, blink at it when you whisper such a word that we've become so adapted to, to thinking it means just perfection. Foriegn. It has a meaning. Something much more than the noises that come out of our mouth, if words where people they wouldn't be immortal. Some of them would pass by slowly, laying in the hospital bed, feeling its energy faced yet. Some would go on for years, and change so much that the identity it had once... The identity at its birth is faded in the haze of history. Some would only be spoken with soft lips; accompanied by other gentle voiced words. Some would be forbidden and so spoken in rebellion, told just because others have made them so bad they are not allowed in the premise, so get out because others talk of you to cause trouble, to make our discomforts burn. Some would be simple, simple and sweet, grew up one day without understanding, some hard to understand, hard to pronounce, with bad lives, contrary to bad actions. Some would be just like you and just like me. If words were people they'd have a voice to speak their histories, their stories. After all... History is his story and her story. History, history, history, history. If words were people... They'd be like you and me. Adapting to things as if they are perfectious, as if they make sense.

colours

Vividness is a thing hard to understand. It can strike as quickly as the strike of lightning or it can be slight and distracting, catch you're attention into a daze.

Music

The feeling of singing even though you know that the people shiver and their ears quake in pain. Those vibrations are uneasy.

This is a test of confidence and freedoms. There is judgement in everything people do so why would signing out loud be any different?

Magic... The truly most frightening and enlightening feeling that burns giddily in a persons chest, you being the only one that knows the secret. A magician never reveals his tricks, and he may die with them... That term is cliche, but now... The knowledge of one particular aspect of the world is gone. But prominence is something that requires secrecy.

It's like, if everyone collaborated to create a picture and then one of them died, when they disappeared the part that they created, Coloured and sketched, disappeared too. And in this big world... In the bigger picture, in the real picture it was like nothing had happened... In the view of all the other corners sketched and drawn in place. It's like giving puzzle peices to a group and letting them create the puzzle. Then... she's gone, and the entire left corner of the puzzle erodes away. A list created by everyone missing everything written in blue. Keeping a magic trick is like keeping a life, a secret life. It's a super power. A hidden power.

And when they hold their blade to your throat and ask about your magic tricks, your secret powers, you mite not be willing to admit how you got out of that wolfs cave or how you made people think the cheap stuff in your arms was money, sweet holey... Dirty retributional money.

Because the burning feeling you get every time you do something world defying and the feeling you get when you smile at someone and say "A magician never reveals his tricks." is something spectacular, wouldn't you say? Who else, if not few and sparse in this world of millions, can pull a dove out of their hats or put a painless saw through living flesh. Who else can say they havn't got magic, havn't got abilities?

Holidays

Senses

Noise

Placement- Maybe I get so used to it I don't see.

Repetition is adaptation-- systems created

I think art is a talent set in all ways. Just like writing, the way someone creates a picture, with flicks of the wrists and pulling pressure over each finger tip. It's hard to explain exactly what they do, because it has become secound nature.

Impatience

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Extra 2- Autobigraphy... Stories within a story

A surreal feeling passed him. Silence, there was nothing to indicate life except for his floating form.
He could feel the luke-warm water against his flesh and protruding goose bumps even though the temperature itself was lulling.

He was drowning.

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Fur Elise played in the background, the little dancing figure did pirouette after pirouette, an ensemble of grace spinning around tirelessly, bobbing up and down without ever the need to stop. A slight bit higher pitched than any piano medley, rhythming out the same song everytime hands, a touch soft, opened them, it had him in love.

Carved into the sides--- an intricate masterpiece, a web of movemnt hard to understand.--

The little metal knob at the side of the pale black box was turned and out came soft notes that danced along with the little figure and it's shadow. It lead and the dancer on the platform followed with its pink ballet slippers and peaceful expression presented oh so carefully. Fur Elise, the song no matter what the speed immersed him, compeletely, in careful scales.

Vigilantism
Vigilantly business

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He swayed, there it was again. It's blue form so broad an expanse, only causing him to stare back at his reflection over it. The waves pulled in, hugged the dock, only a few centimeters from his shadowed form, then pulsed back once more. There was a hush in the air, anticipations buzz to fallow it. He was on that base where someone stood, thinking will I or will I not even though it had already been decided... I will.

His body fel heavy, the water stained marks left by the waves cooling his bare feet, with air becoming such a hard thing to get possession of. He began to oscillate from his point, paused like a movie set in place. His head dizzy, the weight of his own muscles like the the weight people, individually sitting there like sinking rocks. Sssh, how could the waves sound so soothing yet injure his brain in such a way? He was at that moment where falling wasn't a bad idea, just a way to give way to what the body wants, where going down only would ease him somehow.

The yellow in his eyes reflected back the sulenly state of his mind, a morose growth of thoughts that floated around like creatures, not touching there feet down yet so swift... Like smoke, enveloping him. Undulating like a pendulum, blood pulsing within him, through his ears the pumping madness without control, the air brushing like poison on his lungs, its imaginary fingers leaving just soft traces of its whereabouts... he fell.

In the water he fit in perfectly, the blue of his pelt becoming a part of of the ever going flow, fingertips passing through the ripples he had created around him, the beautiful chirps of birds becoming diluted under the mass. It was hard to describe, the cool sense passing over his body, the waters press from the palms of his feet, toes outstretched, to the top of his head, hair flowing as if enlightened by the freedom of the waves, and yet to his eyes as well, he could feel the chill of the smooth collection of droplets. Invigorating, so natural, comforting, a sense of refreshment, could put you to sleep like mothers arms, understanding, placement.

Episodic
Surf
Flutter
Melancholy
If spoken for
Thoughts like algae
Tasting blood, for definitely not the first time.
The taste of apathy
His brain ached and reverberated in thought, trying to forget, sinking deeper into the water with him

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A small glass figurine was placed down

You havn't even made it to the pirate flower fish tank

Xx

extra 3-
The senses --- let us see.

Isn't blood unlimited...?
Are you depressed yet
Seriously depressed
Anosmia
Small
Archeology
Sea creatures
Fossils
Random facts
Archie
Glass, crash and blood
Staying underneath the water until bubbles float- hand pushing your head up
Eyes glow underneath
Glass figurines
Chasm of glass shards
River of careful thoughts
His thoughts crumpled up into tiny peices
And threw themselves out of his brain like suicide bombers

I can't, I just can't... You just took my heart and pumped it with so much love hhh

My gallery · by **Sp00kEH0urs** » Mon Jun 30, 2014 9:29 am

Username:
IBiteBack
Name:
Tilikum, but if you are one of his friends you will find that he accepts being called 'Tili'.
Honestly, I could have gone down several different paths for his name. I could have looked up different words for 'sapphire' or 'whale', or even 'ocean'- actually, I came very close to naming this Kiamara Ookean, which is Estonian for ocean. So why on this slowly crumbling earth did I go with the name of a whale that killed people? A whale that killed a young woman of the Sea World staff?
Well, I'm not going to put on some kind of sob story for you. I sat down on my couch one day, closed the blinds, and watched the movie Black Fish. Once I learned the truth about the way Sea World cares for their whales, and how Tilikum was raised, I gained a newfound understanding and respect for him. Not only that, but you don't see very many people putting the name Tilikum out there, do you?

Gender:
Male
What was your favorite part of the game?:
It's actually pretty hard to say, since starting the game is always pretty fun when I got it. Then again, I didn't get to play it as often as most of the other kids my age did when they got their own. I had to help around the ranch, so every moment I did get to play the game was like a shiny gem to me. I know that I got pretty frustrated my first time taking on Roxanne (the first gym leader) but found that fighting her wasn't so hard after leveling up my starter, a Mudkip that I "wittingly" named Kip, and got the rest of the team's levels pretty decent. I think, out of everything, my favorite part of the game was actually taking on the gym leaders- even though it's probably the most frustrating part for me XD.

Personality:
When you go through the personalities and the back stories of several different characters of different species, it always seems like the quieter ones have the sadder backstories. Tilikum is not one of those characters, while he may be quiet and a bit on the pessimistic side he is certainly not coming from a sad past, so you do not have to worry about some kind of sob story coming from below. He is quiet because Tilikum doesn't really like to interact with other Kiamaras- it's not that he doesn't want some form of companionship, but he just isn't the type to be overly bubbly in hopes of gaining a few friends. Tili likes books- he really enjoys reading action and scary books. When he was younger and much smaller, his mother would cradle him close to her chest and the warmth that was her stomach, and she would read to him. That was where his love for fictional books and characters spawned, and throughout his childhood he had the best of adventures within several hundred pages of books. What was the best part of this constant reading habit? Besides increasing his vocabulary and his knowledge of what is acceptable and not acceptable in literature (which I am referring to grammatical errors), it was the wonderful innocence of the childhood imagination that made the whole "reading instead of playing" habit better. Tilikum did play, when the weather was cooler out and his protective was sure that he wouldn't get burnt to a crisp, he would run outside to be at the sides of characters like Maximum Ride, or even characters such as Kate "Puck" Connolly and her horse, Dove. In his imagination, he would have strong wings and could soar with more grace than an eagle, or run faster than an island pony. He was quite the charming little Kiamara, to be honest, because he had the best imagination.

Tilikum still does, to this very day, have an amazing imagination. He uses it in his free time, when he isn't working, and Tili writes stories. No, thankfully he does not plagiarize any of the material he read during his youth. Though, during his visits to the public library when he stops to chat with his close friend- a librarian named Molly- he has been told that he writes like the authors he reads. Not in the line of what the stories are about, but the exciting and vibrant style that lures their readers in and traps them like a fly in a web. He's patient and very open to the criticism of his friends- even if he only has a few, they will be friends for life because they have managed to become his friend at all- and this patience comes out even when he is around strangers. Tilikum cannot be perfect, and he is not with his more pessimistic personality, but he is still a beautiful gem in his own way. Since I feel as though I have been rambling- and I have been for nearly six hundred words!- I'll just list some of the traits that I see in Tilikum and explain them a little better so I don't ramble again!

Pessimistic
“Sometimes fiction is more easily understood than true events. Reality is often pathetic.” -Young-Ha Kim
How could such a beautiful boy with such a wonderful, creative childhood possibly become a pessimistic introvert? Well, that's pretty simple to answer when you look at the quote above. The books that built his world, the things that make him happiest the most, can also drag him down into the depths of sadness. In Maximum Ride, it is repeated that the world is dying- that global warming is coming. When he was younger, Tilikum didn't understand what that meant and thought that it was only part of the plot. Now, he can look out of his window and see children that are filthy but have parents that can afford the top brand of baby clothes. He can see a man who served the country during our time of need struggling to get his prosthetic on so he can go out and stand on the side of the road with a sign begging for donations. Tili can see the ice melting, and the polar bears struggling to survive because the humans have basically brought the entire world crashing down as they try to build it up and make it better. It's a hard, ugly thing to see, and to avoid looking at all the sadness around him, he goes back to his books and has his expectations raised again.
((I believe I got a little carried away there X.X ))

A Sore Loser
"It's no fun being a loser. Trust me." -Mickey Rourke
Not to confuse this for being someone who is uncool, but rather someone who doesn't lose very well. Tilikum doesn't like losing anything- even a sport he doesn't like, because Tili really doesn't like athletics (speaking as if he were in school) and doesn't like the judgement that comes with not being the very best at sports. He is an excellent swimmer, and excels at it, but when it comes down to the hard facts, many schools do not have a swim team. Anyways, Tilikum is a sore loser because he just doesn't show the right attitude. When facing the winner- instead of doing the right thing by congratulating them for their victory- he will stick up his chin, flick his tail, and strut his beautiful self right out of the door to go sulk beneath his bed covers.

Open Minded
“A mind is like a parachute. It doesn't work if it is not open.” -Frank Zappa
Some of you are already wondering how a pessimist can be open minded, right? Since a pessimist has a negative outlook on things, it is strongly believed that they are not open minded, but Tilikum is the exception. Being open minded allows him to look at pretty much any situation and see both the good and the bad options- the places that the situation could go to- and being a pessimist lets him focus on the bad situations so he can go through them thoroughly, mapping out every option that the others and himself in the situation have. It's quite hard to explain, but it is still one of the selected traits.

Paranoid
“You're mind is working at its best when you're being paranoid. You explore every avenue and possibility of your situation at high speed with total clarity.” -Bansky
Paranoia stems from fear, correct? So what fear does Tilikum's fear stem from?
Well, that's actually pretty hard to say. As you will come to find out- albeit grudgingly on Tili's part- he has several fears, and each is pretty reasonable and each can lead to paranoia. Perhaps this high level of being paranoid comes from reading scary novels when he was a child? Maybe it even comes from Tilikum ignoring his mother's warnings and sitting down to watch three equally terrifying horror movies? One can only guess.

Constructional
There just isn't the right quote for this last highlight of Tilikum's personality, unfortunately. He is the type of Kiamara that likes to build things- the type that wants to be able to take a bunch of popsicle sticks and a cruddy glue stick and build something magnificent. Tilikum likes to make crafts- whether they are made with the mentioned popsicle sticks, water bottles, or even some form of clay. He just highly enjoys making things, and will usually end up keeping them if he is very proud of the craft.

Getting to Know Tili (Interview/ Extra #1)

After several ignored phone calls, emails, and several incidents of getting snapped at by Tilikum because the reporter has hounded this unique Kia for an interview, he has finally agreed to meet in a public place- a cafe no less! It's nearly empty, with the staff leaning against the counter and chattering away contently. The reporter has ordered a coffee, black, and is staring at the window with their old fashioned polaroid camera resting on the table. The bell signaling someone's arrival rings clearly in his ears and the reporter cranes his head, peering out of their selected booth to see that Tilikum is slowly approaching with his ears flattened to his head. He certainly doesn't want to be here, but the reporter isn't going to step away from this opportunity.
Tilikum slides into the booth, ears flattening against his head a little harder- to the point where it pains him slightly. The smaller Kiamara looks up as a waitress, chewing gum and swinging her hips in a less than classy manner, approaches to take his order. Tili is going to let the reporter pick up the bill, since he had to walk all the way to this cafe from down town. He orders coffee with two packets of zero calorie sweetener, and caramel creamer. The waitress clicks her tongue, nods, and saunters off to get what he ordered. He can only hope that she doesn't decide to be evil and spit in his drink.
"Do you have a birthmark? Where is it? What about scars? How did you get them?"
He's certainly surprised by the lack of any type of formal greeting, vibrant golden eyes going to the recorder on the table. It was on and doing its job, ready to capture anything that he had to say, so his words were carefully chosen. "I've got both scars and a birthmark. The birthmark is on my left paw pad and is in the unusual shape of a cloud- I see a cloud when I look at it anyways. As for scars, there is one right here," he pauses to outstretch his left front leg, showing the inside where a small, pale scar separated the pretty fur,"I got it when I was much younger and playing near the docks. Since I was focused on a small seashell that was very pretty to me, I wasn't paying attention to my footing and slipped. There was a sharp rock, and the rest is history."
"Where were you born? Where have you lived since then? Where do you call home?"
Tilikum was not enjoying the bombardment of questions, if the constant lashing of his powerful tail told the ignorant reporter anything- it really didn't, since the man wasn't paying his tail much attention at all. "I was born here, in the lighthouse that overlooks the shore on the left side of the island. I've lived in the lighthouse, in the cottage a few blocks away from this cafe, and in my new home. I'd love to tell you where that is, really, but if I did I wouldn't have another moment of peace and quiet."
"It's Saturday at noon. What are you doing?"
[b]"If it were Saturday at noon, I would still be asleep instead of sitting here with you and drinking coffee. When I wake up on Saturday- thirty minutes after noon- I'd make myself a plate of bacon and pancakes, drown the pancakes in syrup and slather them with butter, and eat the chewy bacon first."
"What is one strong memory that has stuck with you since childhood?"
The golden eyed Kia looks up at the waitress sets down his coffee- made just the way he liked it- and watches her as she sways her hips and walks away with a wink. He isn't interested in her, but her attempts to catch his eye are actually pretty amusing. "One strong memory? I would have to say when I first remembered swimming- when one could actually remember, not just the time they were first put in the water. It was an amazing feeling; being basically hugged and accepted by the water, but still disturbing it."
"What do you consider your greatest achievement?"
"Publishing my first book actually. I'm sure you know the one, since both of us aren't just sitting here and playing the Twenty Questions game."
"What is your idea of perfect happiness?"
"Perfect happiness? As in no aches- hunger or pain-, no bullies, no self-harm, no judgement, no one pushing you into something you want to do, no war? That kind of perfect happiness?"
"What is your current state of mind?"
Tilikum is now wearing an eerie smile, the type that makes the reporter shudder and immediately regret asking the question. "Let's say sane, for the humor of it."
"What is your favorite occupation?"
"Well, when I am not working on my next book in my spare time I'm often found behind the counter at a tattoo parlor know as, of course, Ink. I actually really enjoy talking with the others that come in or work at the place."
"What is your most treasured possession?"
There's a noticeable blush beneath his fur now as Tili shifts in his seat awkwardly, taking a sip of his coffee to calm down before raising his head again and lifting his paw towards his neck. After a moment, a little silver locket in the shape a heart appears with a beautiful cobalt colored jewel in the center."It was my mother's."
"What is your favorite journey?"
"I haven't been on terribly many journeys, but I did really enjoy going to our sister island to see the volcano. Even though there's an insufferable Kia there that I just cannot...." He trails off with an odd look in his pretty golden eyes.
"What is it that you most dislike?"
"I'm not exactly a fan of the extreme heat, and prefer the cool water of the ocean over baking in the hot, harmful rays of the sun."
"What is your greatest fear?"
"That the ignorance of mankind will end up doing farther damage to the ocean, and end up ruining the beautiful water for everyone- aquatic life included."
"Which talent would you most like to have?"
"Well, I've gotten to long for being able to draw the characters that I write about in my stories and my books. Being able to draw and do it digitally wouldn't be such a bad talent."
"Who is your favorite hero of fiction?"
"Why must I like a hero? Why cannot I not like a villain? Though, to be honest, Maximum Ride has always been my favorite fictional hero- even though she does have her flaws."
"What is your motto?"
Misery loves company," Tilikum answers before finishing off his coffee, which he had been sipping from before and after he answered each question. The interview was over in his mind, and just as the reporter parts his muzzle to let another question slip and hang in the air, Tili stands up and exits the booth casually. Without another word, since the interview didn't start with formalities, the unique Kia quietly departs with a sly smile.

Glancing Into the Past (Letter from Mom/ Extra #2)

Dear Tili,
I want you to know something very, very important, and I want you to keep it in your heart and the back of your mind. When I was young, I was similar to you in so many ways. I didn’t spend as much time in my books, but our vocabulary is actually very similar. If you feel a little out of place among the other children, just know that you are welcomed by everyone on this island, and many more.
While you may not want to play with the other children, and run alongside the friends from your books, you must know that just one friend is needed. Someone who will cuddle up to you during a storm, and who will rush to your side when you are in need. Just one little boy or a girl is all you need, my sweet and beautiful little boy. I’m the happiest mother in the world, and I’ve got the best son in the world.
So please, find someone who can be your best friend. Someone who will read with you, and play with you, and will happily go on any adventure your minds can come up with. You are an amazing boy, and you will grow up to do amazing things, so please make the journey the best with a friend by your side. I've written a poem just for you, precious child, and these words are what I need you to remember.
Fall asleep among the pages,
Of stories told throughout the ages.
Get lost among the heroes
because when the adventure ends, no one knows.

Hold onto the the adventures,
as you grow and have some of your own.
When you travel from one corner of the world to the other,
please remember one thing and hold it dear to you.
No matter where you go, or who you meet,

Mommy will always love you.

Where is Tilikum Now? (Extra #3)

As mentioned above in his.....blunt interview, Tilikum is working in a tattoo shop and answers the phone while also managing the day planner and keeping the appointments from bleeding into one another. The other Kiamaras that work there are actually very nice to him, and Tili enjoys their company very much- though he'll never admit it because he has too much pride. He really does happen to find the presence and the warmth of the other Kias as soothing as he finds swimming- which certainly means something important to Tilikum because swimming is his second favorite thing to do in the world. In his free time outside of the shop and outside of writing his books, Tili likes to go out to the beaches on the east and west side of the island he calls home so that he may gather seashells for his gradually growing collection. Other than that, you can either catch him watching the fish from a comfortable place on the dock on the west side of the island because the water is calmer there than on the east side. He's seen a shark or two during his time just resting on the old wood of the dock and peering out at the dark blue waters of the west side.

Special thanks BunnyTricked on Deviantart, and to Kiterrax and Shirosxki on Flight Rising!

My gallery · by **supernovacity** » Mon Jun 30, 2014 10:33 am

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