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▹ username: Pogo&Kyo.
▸ name: Kajika - "Walks without sound"
▹ gender: Male ♂
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Dogmatic - Unreliable - Artistic - Arrogent - Selfish - Dirty - Jealous
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Kajika is a fickle young man who will do anything and everything to free himself from any adult responsibilities. At the age of 23 he still hasn't come to terms with the fact that his teenage years are over and it’s time to really start moving towards the future.
He shows no signs of loyalty towards anyone, he’ll pick whatever side is the most convenient for his situation. Kajika is deaf to any opinions outside his own, there is no arguing with him or compromising on subjects he’s set on.
Kajika is undependable; relying on him will often lead to poor outcomes. Most of the time he’ll only help if there is some type of reward for him in the end, or if he’s in need of rent money and you’re willing to shell out a few bucks. He’s fairly selfish and always puts himself at the top of his list, refusing to take any risk when it comes to assisting other people.
He speaks crudely and without care, he’s openly dirty minded and isn’t afraid to make raunchy comments. Kajika think’s his quite funny with the vulgar things he says but honestly no one really cares much for his jokes.
He’s a jerk, but he is rather artistic and is gifted in the arts. Though his personality and speech might make him out to appear unoriginal and simply crude, when he works the best parts of him flow out. Being a geometric artist he uses primarily shapes and lines in his projects, but he posses the ability to beautifully craft these into works of genius. He’s been commissioned for several big city projects before, things like wall murals and floor tiling for large hotels. He puts his best into what he enjoys and it results in masterpieces that will leave you in awe of their craftsmanship.
Sadly, however, this leaves him a bit cocky about his work. Kajika knows his talents, he understands his gifts and thus thinks what he does is perfect. Anyone who critics his work is automatically cut out, he refuses to listen to opinions that don’t please him. If he did try and learn from the experts he would probably improve even more, but sadly he just isn’t mature enough for that yet. [388/400]
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"Kajika does somewhat care for all his siblings one way or another, but at times his personality can get in the way of any heart to heart bonding…"#1 “I don’t get the hair thing but ok.” ▲▲▲▲▲
Kajika really can’t say much for this sibling, I mean hey that seem pretty rad but he can’t understand what they’re thinking half the time. He can't really remember a whole lot about his childhood but he thinks he use to really like this person for some reason, maybe something that happened when they were kids or whatever. However he just can’t put his finger on it, and it’s to much of a bother to try and figure it out now.
#2 “Ugh you think you’re so great cause your tail is half an inch longer, wow.” △△△△△
Not the favorite of the group, that’s for sure. This person never really did anything in particular to Kajika growing up, it’s simply the fact that Kajika is insanely jealous of the fact his tail looks longer than his own. Everything that comes out of this one’s mouth sounds snarky and arrogant to Kajika, even though it’s probably 100% his imagination you’ll never convince him otherwise.
#4 “Can you get your own hairstyle or what?” ▲▲▲▲▲
This guy just goes down as a pest in Kajika's book, because not only is his tail longer but his hairstyle just about drives Kajika crazy. Kajika has officially dubbed this sibling ‘copy cat’ because he feels as though they are trying to somehow mimic him just to annoy him. No one knows who really had the hairstyle first, but Kajika is persistent to say he has rights to it regardless of who came first. He’s known to shoot this one dirty looks across the dinner table for no reason.
#5 “You look like the ocean…I like that.” △△△△△
Kajika actually has a rather pleasant time hanging around this sibling, and finds their presence almost relaxing. Seems like they are one of the favored from the bunch, and he’s more likely to be seen conversing with this sibling over the others. His personality doesn't change much but this person seems to handle his attitude a bit better than the rest, making him feel more comfortable around them. Most of the time Kajika will talk about himself, but on occasion he'll ask how the others day is going or something simple like that.
[400/400]
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Short story written by Pogo&kyo.▶ I told myself repeatedly the day I accepted this jig there'd have to be sacrifices.
I
swore to myself I’d play nice.
But this, this was just unacceptable.
“Do I
have to wear it.”
“If you want to keep this job you’d better.”
A groan saturated in annoyance left me, swiping the cursed item from my temporary boss's hand. Staring down at it I cringed, the color was one I dare not own. Swamp green. I shivered.
“I would have thought you’d understand why we call ourselves
Boina Verde.”
I didn't care what you called yourself as long as I got paid. That’s what I wanted to tell this joker, but I really was stripped for cash and couldn't risk the outcome.
“We’ll send someone in to relieve you at three, don’t leave your post before then. Anyways, have a good time Mr.Kajika.”
With a wave he left me, unaware of the sour expression I let loose once his back was turned. If only I hadn't bought those earrings, then I wouldn't be stuck out here for the next 7 hours of my life. Curse my good eye for fine jewelry.
If you must know, how this all got started was by me meeting with a member of some group who needed a few extra artist for something they were doing at a festival. Normally I’d turn them down, but thanks to my shopping habits I ended up blowing half the rent money and needed a quick way to make cash. At 14 bucks an hour, there wasn't much of a choice.
I worked as the hours passed by, starting to color the piece I’d created. It was around this time that some kid decided to stop and watch me. Wouldn't have been so bad were it not the fact this kid was starting to really tick me off with his obnoxiously loud slurping. As I looked back in irritation I saw what he was so feverishly consuming, a large scoop of ice-cream that was leaking down his hands.
“Ever heard of a napkin kid?”
He seemed surprised that I’d spoken to him, though my comment seemed to have no effect.
“Why ya drawin’ a bunch of boxes?”
“It’s not just boxes, it’s art.”
“That’s not art, those are just shapes.”
My hands reached up to cover my face and I hunched over my stool, tired of this twerp already.
“Listen” I said after a few moments, sitting back up and giving the kid a bland look,” There is a big difference between what I do and simple shapes. This is art, not shapes.”
“Those are just squares” he said with another long lick of the oozing cone.
“Are not.”
“Are to.”
“Are
not.”
So I spent the next thirty minutes arguing with some brat and earning a lot of unwanted attention, going back and forth until I’d long past my limits. So I caved, because I was tired of this kid, and time was inching away from me like a caterpillar on steroids.
“Look,
fine. You’re right, I’m wrong. Now beat it kid.”
It should have been over then, I’d shamefully submitted to some 9 year old with the hope he’d leave. We stared at each other for what seemed like eons, and then it happened. He suddenly lunged, catching me off guard as he flew past me and hurtled himself into my easel.
“What the hell?!” I screeched, taking aback by the crashing sound of my work and the sudden wetness on my… I looked down at my crotch to see the ice-cream now splattered all over myself, the cone looking very suggestive but
holy hell it was cold. There was no time for me to react, the minute I glanced up from my frozen lap that brat was gone. Anger boiled through me and I let out a stream of curses, completely done with this whole experience.
I packed up my supplies, ignoring the clock, I wasn't staying a moment longer. On that bus ride home I swore to myself I’d never buy another pair of earrings as long as I lived.
I was such a liar.
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Kajika was once a rather optimistic and energetic young man. In his ‘first life’ he was much closer with his siblings and gave off a rather happy and cheerful vibe. Charismatic and determined, he was one of the most creative of his siblings and showed a deep passion for art of all kind. However, when he was reborn into the new world, Kajika changed dramatically from what he was once like.
Without the memories of his creation or his purpose, Kajika was raised as a completely different person. Having to grow up as one of 5 children he naturally became envious of his siblings and bitter over having to share all the attention. Kajika broke away from his family at a young age to pursue a life where he didn’t have to be compared to his siblings, and begun to hang around the ‘wrong crowd’. Kajika was influenced by the poverty and hopelessness of the people he met, and felt a certain pull towards these lowly people. The rejects of the world seemed to fascinate him, and so he made his home among them.
He’s changed vastly since his creation but one thing remains the same in him; his love of art. When he works he’s like a different person, he feels free and empowered. This part of him has gone unchanged and is still engraved in his spirit. His creations are his gift to the world, unconsciously fulfilling his part in the destiny that was called upon him to bring color back into a dull world.
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