[Shadowdannie]

I'm trying out for Kiamara 2
username:
name:
gender:
personality: (word limit 400)
art: (limit 5 pieces, one may be of the siblings if you wish, not required)
short story about this kiamara: (limit 700 words)
relations with other siblings: (limit 400 words)
1 extra of choice: (if words, limit 300; if art, limit 1)

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[ArizonaT3a]

I'm trying out for Kiamara (#3)
username:
Kage the shadow
name:
Elijah
gender:
Male
personality: (word limit 400)
art: (limit 5 pieces, one may be of the siblings if you wish, not required)
short story about this kiamara: (limit 700 words)
relations with other siblings: (limit 400 words)
1 extra of choice: (if words, limit 300; if art, limit 1)

W.I.P

[Shadowhunter,]

I'm trying out for Kiamara 4!
username: Shadowhunter,
name:
gender: Female
personality: (word limit 400) thoughtful*quiet*easily hurt*not a risk-taker*antisocial*easy to talk to*compassionate*forgiving*helpful*curious*childish
art: (limit 5 pieces, one may be of the siblings if you wish, not required)
short story about this kiamara: (limit 700 words)
relations with other siblings: (limit 400 words)
1 extra of choice: (if words, limit 300; if art, limit 1)

[teleport]

I'm trying out for Kiamara 4!
username: teleport
name:
gender:
personality: (word limit 400)
art: (limit 5 pieces, one may be of the siblings if you wish, not required)
short story about this kiamara: (limit 700 words)
relations with other siblings: (limit 400 words)
1 extra of choice: (if words, limit 300; if art, limit 1)

[finoodle]

I'm trying out for Kiamara #5
username: B L A Z E
name: Kiani
gender: Female

personality:(word limit 400) dull, rude, cold-hatred.

art: (limit 5 pieces, one may be of the siblings if you wish, not required)

short story about this kiamara: (limit 700 words) how she got interested in ice sculptures, played by her 8 year old self.

relations with other siblings: (limit 400 words)
"Mango";; She has a really weird relationship with this Kia. She does nit like to talk to it much mostly because of its hair which giver her a headache. She like to tease it though for its "outrageous" hair. For this reason she likes to build lists of nicknames. Her favorite is "Mango" but also likes to call it "punky gone junky".

"Lavender";; This Kia she is more jealous of her fur and coat, most likely getting all the love. She even tries to cut her hair like it. But she is intrigued by it, and sometimes tries to push the boundaries to see where it gets her.

"Flamey";; Flames to her is the best out of the bunch.

"Leprechaun";; Likes to be around it.
(ALL WIP)

what she thinks of life:
In reality we all know that life is a simple game of cat and mouse. Sometimes you are the cat and other times you are the mouse. Living life to the fullest does not mean go jump off of buildings and spend thousands of dollars on small things that you will never see again. Living life to the fullest is all about the dream. One day you hear or see maybe feel something so meaningful that you will do everything in your power to keep doing or getting that thing. Living life to the fullest is all about living every second of every day knowing that you are who you are and that what you are striving to get is and will always be in your heart the right thing. No matter who or what tells you to stop, or that you are wrong. Living life to the fullest is good and bad. Good is when you benefit not only you, or the thing but the people around you. Bad is when the dream is to destroy and that corrupts the mind in the most horrific of ways. Going back to my game of cat and mouse, now that you have thought over this you must be thinking; "How is it simple life is so complex!". You are wrong. Life is just a small string of cells and chemicals that bring everything together. The only complex part is not actually life, it is the thought.

Right now think of the word life, think of all of the things life means to everything. To some it is all they know and all they crave to survive. Once you think of life as cat and mouse where one big thing chases the other, all in the hopes to catch it. Most times you are the cat chasing the mouse that symbolizes your dream. But for some it is the mouse where this big fear or another person is chasing you. Now that you have viewed it that way now look at life with that meaning. You see it is not so complex now is it? Now think of the obstacles like the chairs or the couch some are bigger, or harder to get through or some make it easier but in the end a dream is only how far you want it to be.


I reserve the idea of a ice sculptures who works at a starbucks in her free time.

[Offended Cockatiel]

All that was good, all that was fair, all that was me is gone

I'm trying out for Kiamara #4
username: Byteme
name:
Pretty named boy; Fay Helene Henbane
Once was called Galaxy: After the cosmos in the universe

Fay: Faries and star companions
Helene: The bright one
Henbane: Another name for Nightshade, the devils plant

gender: Male
personality: (word limit 400)

There is something deep and dark, and craving blackening thoughts, within Fay's mind. He is an isolated individual, introverted in everything he does, and willing to quietly spend his time all by himself. One can describe him as reticent, what seams like a mystery of a person, not accepting the idea to throw out his words without favourable, and preferably amusing, reasoning, yet will quietly listen to the world spurt out theirs.

People's conflict bring out a mixture of, all unnerving, feelings to him. From pure and throat deep hatred, to a disgust that verges on the need to vomit. Just as with anyone, a small crevice of darkness crawls over Fay's skin, a want to give up, not listen, and not care, an insatiable need to stand up and punch the person standing right beside him. He just thinks about it much more than anyone.

benighted
His isolation has to do with discomfort, a discomfort that only riddles and grows the more others are around. Foreign touches make his skin burn, embraces make him claustrophobic, and even the most chipper leave him with headaches and a lack of air. It just can't be controlled. People in general make him sight-smashingly uneasy without control of it.

He can say, with uncomforted disgust "socialization can be such a bother," because other people have disgusted// and tortured him, with just their presence, enough.


Not craving conflict, craving some sort of hellish exportation of everyone

he spends his time drowning himself, in painfully loud music that he does not enjoy for its-- , and wading within his thoughts as dazedly, as sleeping and uncontroled as he can be-- near bad/dysphoric/discordant time. Hiding away with his individuality in the darkness, in the sleepy hidden shell life.

Well hidden, burst of passion
Misanthropic



short story about this kiamara: (limit 700 words)

Amnesiatic dreams about days I can not remember, blinded by the brightness of the sun itself.

The almost cliche noise of chirping birds filtered in through closed window panes. It, lovely haphazard noises, spaced out in a way that made you wait for the next little tweet. He opened his eyes to a pale beige ceiling and one lone lightbulb hanging feet overtop of his head on wires.

A dreary, half-asleep gaze found itself blinking rapidly, soft and tired flutters that made his eyelids want to stick to his eyes, and their surprisingly painful heat. It wasn't a bad place to be, though over-contemplative thoughts may lead him to think it was on days of morose, just a little messy and out of weather.

With his head spinning and the room a lazy blur, as his impaired eyesight began wobbling, just when he did, the hazed figure of a man stood up from bed. His days were only of partial routine, and if not for his poor morning habits he could list each thing as it were to happen.

Another clatter of whistles came from lively city birds, their gray feathers like camouflage on the simple walls of the city, and sometimes it's very sky, there gentle hopping creating noise up on the roof. They explored each rooftop like it was a new land altogether.

the large span of a window like an open door to anyone who paused to stare up at shuffling movements in a shagged little loft.


But at times it's messiness brought him comfort in all of it's pale beige and oak wood flooring.

Cosmos in his eyes and on his pelt.
He has a pelt like the universe.

relations with other siblings: (limit 400 words)

Fay's relationship with his siblings verges on vague, at best. He knows them, better than most mite think, but he find his isolation more apropae compared to biding connections between facilitated relations. He is quite distant with them, uncaring but still loving.

Though, it seam most of what they say is apropos of nothing when it comes to him and who he is.





1 extra of choice: (if words, limit 300; if art, limit 1)

The contraption shook in a hellish way,

[slasher // twig]

I'm trying out for Kiamara 3
username: Twig
name:
gender: Female
personality: (word limit 400)
art: (limit 5 pieces, one may be of the siblings if you wish, not required)
short story about this kiamara: (limit 700 words)
relations with other siblings: (limit 400 words)
1 extra of choice: (if words, limit 300; if art, limit 1)
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[c a b b a g e]

I'm trying out for Kiamara # 5

username: Nikki~Mikki
name: Indie
gender: Female
personality: (word limit 400)
art: (limit 5 pieces, one may be of the siblings if you wish, not required)
short story about this kiamara: (limit 700 words)
relations with other siblings: (limit 400 words)
1 extra of choice: (if words, limit 300; if art, limit 1)
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[houndpine]

I'm trying out for Kiamara 1
I'm trying out for Kiamara 1!
I'm trying out for Kiamara #1
I'm trying out for Kiamara #1!

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username: evergreen.


name:
dare ajax cosmos
dare named herself this.
it's not the same last name
her siblings go by, mainly
for their safety.

Dare
verb \ˈder\
1: to have enough courage
or confidence to do something;
to not be too afraid to do
something that is difficult
or that people are usually
afraid to do

A·jax
noun \ˈā-ˌjaks\
1: a fleet-footed
Greek hero
in the Trojan War,
known for his strength
and bravery

Cos·mos
noun \ˈkäz-məs\
1: the cosmos :
the universe
especially when
it is understood as an
orderly harmonious
systematic universe


gender: female
she can be rather
tomboyish often, but
is clearly feminine
to most.

personality: (372 words used)
dare is a study in contradictions.
she is naturally rather independent and rebellious,
but feels strongly obligated to take care of
and be a role model for her four younger siblings as the oldest.
with her siblings, she tries her best to be
patient, responsible, watchful, and selfless.
dare tries to protect them from anything
that may be the slightest threat,
which often irritates them,
but she will never stop watching over them,
as she feels as if it's her duty.
but when she's not with them,
she becomes more the person she would be
without a family to look after.
she can be dangerously reckless with her own life, daring
to do what most sane people would not to accomplish something.
she watches out only for herself. dare is also
a huge adrenaline junkie, loving the thrill
of running, fighting, and doing dangerous things.
she will take pretty much any dare that is
presented to her as a challenge.
while not brave, exactly, she is not a coward
and if she feels like she needs to face something she will,
most likely with a sharp joke to accompany it.
that's another facet of dare-
she is intelligent, quick-witted,
and often uses this to unleash
blistering sarcasm and
a sharp tongue on her enemies.
this particular trait is not one she
holds back on with her siblings, and
part of why they get into so many arguments.
dare is known as slightly mad, but
often brilliant. she has extremely odd,
eccentric ideas sometimes- they either
work out fantastically and she looks like a
genius or they fail miserably and she looks
completely mad. it’s not uncommon to
hear small explosions coming from her
general direction, whether purposeful,
accidental, or for an ‘experiment’.
dare has always had a constant, low feeling
in the back of her mind that
she’s meant to be doing something
more than just taking care of her siblings.
that’s part of why she chose her occupation-
it helps people, and is exciting and interesting
enough to hold her attention.
overall, dare is a bold, brash, over-protective
daredevil who isn’t quite sure what she’s
supposed to be doing in life,
but knows that there’s a greater purpose
for her somewhere.


art:
(limit 5 pieces)
headshot by me
anthro ref by me
c o m i c b y jadedletters
rebirth by me
note;; i am counting the comic as one piece. if it qualifies as more,
please notify me and i will remove it immediately.

relations with other siblings: (163 words used)
(as the winners will decide the personalities
and genders of the siblings,
this is rather vague on purpose.)

sibling one;; as the oldest next to her,
dare is less overprotective of this sibling.
as it is also rather mellower than the others,
it also doesn't mind the overprotection as much,
and argues with dare much less than the others.
they like to talk about art, food, and abstract ideas.

sibling two;; dare gets along with this sibling
fairly well with the
occasional argument, but mostly
can relax and joke around with it,
as well as make fun of each other
for various things such as taste in music
or her many failed inventions.

sibling three;; it depends on the day-
sometimes dare argues all day
with this sibling, sometimes
they go all day without any spats,
but on good days they often talk
about books, tv shows, movies,
sports, or invention ideas.

sibling four;; as the youngest,
dare is the most overprotective of this sibling
and they want the 'hovering' the least,
leading to many yelling matches and arguments,
but they can get along
pretty well sometimes,
as they both are similar to each
other in basic nature, and enjoy
similar entertainment, food, and music.
they're also fascinated with her job.


history: (267 words used)
dare and her siblings didn’t have
any memory of who they were
other than that they were siblings
when they woke up one night together
in a field. they evaded social services
until they got older for the most part
(they’ve all spent some time in foster homes)
and eventually settled in one city for
school. they made themselves at home,
finding jobs, going to school, and making friends.
for a few years dare was a bit of a ‘hoodlum’.
she often ditched school to hang out with her
friends, petty criminals who often shoplifted,
graffitied, or trespassed. after a few too-close
brushes with the police, a huge fight
with her siblings, and a near-death experience,
dare cleaned up and
got a proper job. after thinking about what
she wanted to do for a living, she saved up
enough money to buy a small office and supplies.
a plaque hangs on the door that says Dare A. Cosmos,
Private Investigator. She’s known as a hit-and-miss
detective whom only the desperate and eccentric
come to. she gives free advice to the police often, and
when she’s right her ideas are strangely brilliant but
often she is wrong, with more logical conclusions.
she’s helped by her knowledge of the city’s underbelly and her
natural quick thinking, athleticism, daring, and intuition.
she also sells some of her inventions, which often go
catastrophically wrong or work at the wrong moment, and
consist of things like glitter bombs, thermal and night vision
ski goggles, and other quirky pseudo-spy gadgets cobbled
together in her spare time out of whatever she can find around.

short story: (685 words used)
I’d been working at the police station for a few weeks now. The older officers had warned me about Dare Ajax Cosmos, but none of them seemed to be able to describe her totally.
It was my first night on desk duty. An older officer whipped his head around and whisper-shouted “dare!”. Within seconds, the lobby was empty.
The doors were flung open and a tall, long-legged kia with bright fur and wild hair marched in.
She strode to the desk, scanning the station.
“Where’s the chief?”
“D-do you have an appointment?”
She looked down, eyes narrowing..
“Ah, you’re new,” she said. “You’ll do.”
“Do for wha-” I managed to say before she seized my arm and pulled me out the door with a surprising strength. I barely registered the muffled laughter of the officers before I was out in the night air walking down the sidewalk beside her, released from her grip.
“I would prefer a more experienced officer or even more than one, but there’s no time.” She was speaking quickly, walking even quicker.
“No time?” I asked, seeing a spark of worry in her eyes.
“Some bast- sorry, some very nasty guys managed to figure out who I was. They’ve got my siblings. All four of them. We’re going to go get them back. I swear, if those s.o.b.s touch a hair on their heads…”
Still rather confused but still going along with it, you walked with her until she stopped just outside an empty warehouse.
“There’s about ten thugs if I’m right. If you won’t shoot them, gimme your gun and I will.” I kept it, worried that she might shoot someone she didn’t want to in her fervor.
“I’ve got it,” I said firmly.
“Ok. I’ll go in first and scout it out a little, sneak around. I’ll take out however many I can silently once I find my siblings, and then when I need help I’ll yell “I’m hella gay” and you come running. Don’t let any of them get away. Got it? Great!”
With that she was gone. Not really stopping to process it all, I waited outside the door. After a few minutes there was a loud shout of “HELLA GAY!” and I rushed inside.
Seven huge thugs encircled Dare, snarling. I could see four other brightly colored kiamaras tied in the back of the warehouse, presumably Dare’s siblings, all unconscious.
As I padded quietly towards the thugs, pulling out my taser, they circled ever tighter around her. I saw a flash of fear and panic in her eyes and cursed silently. Claustrophobic.
Hurrying towards her, I almost stopped in my tracks when I saw what happened next.
Dare’s eyes shut for a moment, her limbs shaking. Then they calmed and stilled and her eyes opened.
They weren’t blue-green anymore. They were swirling with every color imaginable and it looked like stars and galaxies writhed inside. The thugs halted their progress, stunned. Dare snarled with what seemed like six voices, crouching down and springing up to an insane height, landing outside the circle and immediately spinning to knock two thugs’ paws out from under them. I was shocked to see that where her odd bobbed tail had been there was a full one, made of the same rainbow starry material as was churning in her eyes. Five of the curiously large black and white feathers circled the base.
Dare proceeded to take out the rest of the thugs, kicking, punching, and biting with blinding speed and ferocity. When all lay on the floor, limp, she stilled and her eyes closed again before she crumpled to the ground.
I rushed over and checked her vitals- all normal- before her eyes fluttered open, turquoise again.
“What happened?”
“We took ‘em out,” I said, mind racing. “The last one hit your head. Must have caused slight memory loss.”
She nodded and struggled upright before making her way to her siblings and beginning to untie them, first making sure each was okay. When they all were checked, I could almost see the weight lift from her shoulders.
I slipped out quietly and walked back to the station, the words from an old tale echoing in my mind.

The rainbow beast made into five kiamaras.

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[Lavera]

I'm trying out for Kiamara 5
username: Lavera
name: Skelsver
gender: Male
personality: calm, collected, curious, mysterious, spontaneous, silent type, a bit of tinker
art: (limit 5 pieces, one may be of the siblings if you wish, not required)
short story about this kiamara: Skelsver was always the more quiet one out of his siblings, he often would sit on the shores of the beach watching as the waves crashed on the rocks in the distance framing a beautiful sunset. His favorite time of day was then when the twilight began to dance out for the world to enjoy. He was never one of many words but when he did speak his words were as soft as a babbling brook and strong as the oaks of the forest. A very sweet and gentle nature he was born with along with his curious side, you were sure to find him off somewhere exploring the world around him. Finding all sorts of things on his fun adventures which often lead to some interesting ideas. Tinkering is one of his past time hobbies, always coming up with new ideas and ways to help make life enjoyable. He has a wonder for birds and often day dreamed about what it would be like to fly with them.
relations with other siblings: (limit 400 words) -wip
1 extra of choice: (if words, limit 300; if art, limit 1)