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I'm trying out for Kiamara #4
※ υƨεяпαмε ※
.chamomile.
※ пαмε ※
Zane
Meaning "God is gracious"
※ ɢεпɔεя ※
Male
※ υƨεяпαмε ※
.chamomile.
※ пαмε ※
Zane
Meaning "God is gracious"
※ ɢεпɔεя ※
Male
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ＥＡＲＴＨＡ ＫＩＴＴ
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※ ρεяƨσпαʟıтч ※
outer shell
Zane is green, the color of envy and jealousy. He always wants what other's have, whether it be a personality trait or a materialistic want. Even in the eyes of his siblings, Zane seems dark and cruel, detached from the world. Kiamara's often get a warped first impression of him, and tend to avoid him and his envious nature at all costs. Zane doesn't seem to care about what others think of him, and often spends his time doing two extremes: being alone and allowing no one to contact him, or going out an about interacting with everyone. He can seem moody and aggressive when he doesn't get what he wants, and no one really understands his envious and somewhat narcissistic nature (Zane is obsessed with what he thinks of himself).
on the inside
As uncaring and distant as Zane might seem, and as envious as he is, Zane just wants someone to accept him. As he and the world around him grew, Zane found himself craving the presence of others and wanting their attention. He soon became jealous of creatures who had loving companions, which led to his envy of everyone and everything. When other Kiamara's appeared besides himself and his siblings, he remembers being bullied though he truly wasn't. Zane had become so concerned with who he was and how he was acting that when he was alone, he would question his nature and beat down on himself. He felt fake and insecure, and was very much a coward. Zane hates causing trouble for others, and would rather run from a dangerous situation than confront it. Despite this, he's sarcastic and cynical Kiamara, and entirely self motivated. He often makes jokes that he thinks are witty and clever, but most find them hard to understand and prude.
in his heart
Zane figures that he must have been a kind and loving Kiamara once, though he can't remember feeling happy or caring for others. His feelings of envy have enveloped him as time passed, eating away at his true personality and forming layers upon layers of negativity on top of it, essentially crushing his old self out of him. He doesn't like the way he is now, but lives with it nonetheless. Zane, in his alone time, often tries to search himself for any traces of his past, but can't remember any of it.
"I am incomplete and imperfect, and I embrace it."
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ＲＯＢＥＲＴＯ ＡＳＳＡＧＩＯＬＩ
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ＢＲＡＮＤＯＮ ＳＡＮＤＥＲＳＯＮ
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※ ƨнσят ƨтσяч ※
"You are now the ones who decide your own futures. Make with it the best that you can, my sweet children."
Thats what Meili told me. Decide my future, make the best out of it. She had called me sweet, though my colors were the leafy greens of the forests and deep blues of the seas that flowed over and over in my head washing out my thoughts every time I felt envy. She called me sweet. Sweet soft ice cream melting on my tongue, sweet sunshine on my fur, sweet water on my lips filling my body with weight telling me: you are real.
Its a shame that I like sour treats and bitter goodbyes with no one in sight except myself in the reflection of glassy water. I remember that I ran away from my siblings. All we ever did was argue, their colors screaming for control while I screamed at them to stop knowing very well that I was just waiting. Just waiting for a chance to open up, for me to take it and seize control. I was better than them, and they knew I thought so. I thought they hated me.
I didn't know that I would learn to hate them.
But hate is too strong.
I would learn to avoid them like the plague.
I grew as the world grew, watching as tiny creatures to simple to speak emerged from the roots and ashes. I loved these creatures, but they soon grew. I grew old, a young mind in a desiccated body. I was turning into a shell, but Meili granted me youth. It was at my rebirth that a my envy grew. There were those around me who looked so beautiful! I couldn't help but to stare at their colors, wishing that mine were as bright as theirs. I wanted to have the burning oranges and passionate reds, the velvet hues of blue violet and rosy pinks. For a moment, I remember wanting to be trapped with my siblings again so that I could steal their colors and take them for myself. What envy I felt! A green color of jealousy, as it became known. The greens of life that I hand once represented were blown away in the wind and replaced with envy. My blues were no longer the waters but forgotten memories, dreams, hopes. Blue became the color of forgetting, a meaning that everyone remembered.
And the world grew. And grew. Small villages turned into sprawling cities when I blinked, as if thousands of years of time had passed in the brief seconds that my world had turned black. And still, my envy yearned and ate at me. I envied the owner of the mansion that rose high into the clouds. I envied the architect that designed it, aching for his skill. I was jealous of the couples that walked by me, hand in hand, happier than anything. I hadn't known happiness. Or had I? I can't remember anymore. This envy has eaten at me, taking away my memories and replacing them with desires and wants. Or maybe, I've just buried those memories. Saving them for the day that I rid my body of this plague. I save them for the day that my greens may represent life again, my blues be the ocean that those ancient mariners used to explore.
I envy myself, for those memories I hide when others can access theirs so easily.
What a plague. What a disease.
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"You are now the ones who decide your own futures. Make with it the best that you can, my sweet children."
Thats what Meili told me. Decide my future, make the best out of it. She had called me sweet, though my colors were the leafy greens of the forests and deep blues of the seas that flowed over and over in my head washing out my thoughts every time I felt envy. She called me sweet. Sweet soft ice cream melting on my tongue, sweet sunshine on my fur, sweet water on my lips filling my body with weight telling me: you are real.
Its a shame that I like sour treats and bitter goodbyes with no one in sight except myself in the reflection of glassy water. I remember that I ran away from my siblings. All we ever did was argue, their colors screaming for control while I screamed at them to stop knowing very well that I was just waiting. Just waiting for a chance to open up, for me to take it and seize control. I was better than them, and they knew I thought so. I thought they hated me.
I didn't know that I would learn to hate them.
But hate is too strong.
I would learn to avoid them like the plague.
I grew as the world grew, watching as tiny creatures to simple to speak emerged from the roots and ashes. I loved these creatures, but they soon grew. I grew old, a young mind in a desiccated body. I was turning into a shell, but Meili granted me youth. It was at my rebirth that a my envy grew. There were those around me who looked so beautiful! I couldn't help but to stare at their colors, wishing that mine were as bright as theirs. I wanted to have the burning oranges and passionate reds, the velvet hues of blue violet and rosy pinks. For a moment, I remember wanting to be trapped with my siblings again so that I could steal their colors and take them for myself. What envy I felt! A green color of jealousy, as it became known. The greens of life that I hand once represented were blown away in the wind and replaced with envy. My blues were no longer the waters but forgotten memories, dreams, hopes. Blue became the color of forgetting, a meaning that everyone remembered.
And the world grew. And grew. Small villages turned into sprawling cities when I blinked, as if thousands of years of time had passed in the brief seconds that my world had turned black. And still, my envy yearned and ate at me. I envied the owner of the mansion that rose high into the clouds. I envied the architect that designed it, aching for his skill. I was jealous of the couples that walked by me, hand in hand, happier than anything. I hadn't known happiness. Or had I? I can't remember anymore. This envy has eaten at me, taking away my memories and replacing them with desires and wants. Or maybe, I've just buried those memories. Saving them for the day that I rid my body of this plague. I save them for the day that my greens may represent life again, my blues be the ocean that those ancient mariners used to explore.
I envy myself, for those memories I hide when others can access theirs so easily.
What a plague. What a disease.
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ＧＩＳＥＬＥ ＢＵＮＤＣＨＥＮ
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※ мч ƨıвʟıпɢƨ ※
How often do you see your siblings?
Once or twice a month, maybe. I'm not avoiding them because of their personalities, I just don't like to be around their flashy colors. They make me feel dull, or that I blend in with the background. Its annoying, its like I'm a middle child or something. I can't handle that, I want to stand out.
Who's your favorite sibling?
The third one. We're complete opposites and we don't share any colors at all. He has soft oranges and passionate reds, while I have vivid greens and deep blues. We don't get along all the time, but he tolerates me more than the rest of those skittles do. He's the only one I let in my home, and that's only when he brings me food or books to read. Then I force him to leave.
What was it like when your colors were clashing?
Horrendous. I didn't want to be the dominant one, and they didn't understand my desire to have their colors to myself. I wanted to be all the colors, I wanted control. Then I wouldn't envy them, I would be the entire being. I could have been successful until we were split apart. Or something along those lines, my memories from then are fuzzy. It was so loud and aggressive in that body. I think I just blocked it out like a bad dream.
What's it like not clashing with them?
Still horrendous, but I like having my alone time now. When I was a part of them, it was impossible to think. They would always fight too, and I get envious of them quickly so I'm glad I don't have to be cooped up with them. I'd say I get to be myself now, my own special set of hues, but that's cliché and I'm not "special". Besides, I share my hues with others, how is that special or unique? Those damn skittles...
Who's your least favorite sibling?
Anyone who's left. I don't like them because we share blues and greens. I should be able to have my hues to myself. I didn't want to share them when we were split, but I'm not a God and I definitely am not going to argue with one. Apparently I shouldn't "hog my colors out of vain or envy" says skittle three.
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ＧＥＯＲＧＥ Ｒ．Ｒ． ＭＡＲＴＩＮ
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※ εхтяα ※
Quotes: 79 words
My overall theme for this Kiamara is that he is supposed to represent envy. It's not just a problem that he faces himself, it's a reflection of how society can be. All around us, people want things that others have but can't afford, or won't look good in. People envy clothing styles, technology, intelligence, beauty. As Zane's envy began, and the world built up around him, it only grew worse and worse. At first, all he wanted was to have beautiful colors and often envied birds like peacocks and hummingbirds. Then, he began to envy the power and respect that leaders had as civilization grew, then their technology, their freedom, fabrics, luxuries; and eventually, everything that the world had to offer. But what Zane envies most of all, is love.
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ＪＥＳＳ Ｃ． ＳＣＯＴＴ
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