[NE0N-UMBR30N]

I'm trying out for Kiamara 1
username:meowien

name: Dagger

gender:Male

personality:396 words used
"What a jerk!"

These are the first words that would come into your head upon your first meeting of Dagger.You'd believe him to be a selfish know it all,but that is not entirely the case.While Dagger does act rude,that does not define all he is.He is a mixed up little box of different things to be exact.

Dagger loves music.That's the first note you'll make if you choose to befriend him.What kind you may ask?All kind's!He'll even listen to some songs from Disney.He's not too very fond of country music,but he still listens to some.He loves lullaby like tunes.

The second thing you'll note,is that Dagger is a huge softie,but that's only if you and he become very close.He'll be the best person to have around when your upset,or when you just need to rant a little.He's a good listener,probably due to the fact that when he was first "born" he was awfully silent and soft spoken.Since then however,he's gotten over his shyness.Dagger will also be more prone to helping out,even with a very simple task.

Dagger does not judge.Unless you have wronged him,his siblings,or anyone he loves,he will not treat you different from others.He treats everyone kindly,even if he does come off as rude,he really doesn't mean to be.He understand's what it's like to be judged by others,and understands that it hurts,badly.He will gladly jump to anyone's defense if they are being picked on.

He also likes to cuddle.So if someone happened to fall for him,and he loved them back,he'd cuddle them a bunch.He has to really trust you for him to want to cuddle with you though.He won't try if he's only known you a little bit.Another little random fact,he really hates ear bud headphones.He doesn't like the way they go in your ears,and for them they always fall out too easily.He likes the big earmuff like ones,that stay on and cover your entire ear and blocks out all the noise.Those are much,much better in his opinion.He also hates screamo music,that's the one kind he won't ever listen to,not even if his life depended on it.

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

short story about this kiamara: wip(limit 700 words)
Dagger let out a loud yawn as he blinked his eyes open.He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes with his paw and stood up.He rolled his shoulders and popped his back out.He winced at the noise and hopped out of bed.He landed on the floor with a soft thud sound.He brushed the hair out if his eyes and looked around.

Heading to the kitchen,he hoped over to the fridge and got a water,drinking it as he walked outside.He saw his one of his siblings sitting in the sun,and he walked over to them.Their blue fur was kinda shiny on the sun

relations with other siblings:basically he loves all his siblings and is very overprotective of them.Yeah,he means well,but he loves to play tricks on them and tease them.Occasionally you can find him using one of them as a pillow.He trusts them and only they can see him cry.

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

so much wipyness

[AustrianAce]

I'm trying out for Kiamara #4

username:

Austriagirl

name:

Sage

gender:

female

personality:

One word to describe Sage would be rebellious. But she's more than that.
She's an advocator of free will. She does what she wants when she wants to.
In doing so, distinguishes herself from other kias. That's what she's always
wanted to be. Different. A new type of revolutionary rebel. She sets up walls
that no one can break down. She steals, she paints- graffiti. An advocate of
individualism, the freedom of being who you are.

art:

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short story about this kiamara:

Sage's heart pounded in her chest as she tore down the alleyways she knew so well. Risking a quick glance backward, she glimpsed 3- or was it more?- figures behind her. She cursed under her breath. She had cut it too close this time. Heart pounding, feet flying, she tore through the back alleys she knew so well. Rounding corner after corner, she could hear the police officers behind her, shouting at her to stop, or they would shoot. She laughed in her mind. She was too fast, too agile, too alert, for a mere bullet to hit her.
There!
Up that building;
a concealed space, just large enough for Sage to fit.
Her nimble hands grabbed a rail and she threw herself up into the hidden section, just before the officers turned the corner behind her. She cowered down, ready to fight if they found her, but desperately hoping they wouldn’t. Her tight black clothes covering her entire body and her face mask concealed her well enough, but her eyes, her shining blue eyes, those could give her away. She squinted, knowing she couldn’t be caught. Too much was at stake. She had to get home. As the men ran straight past her, oblivious to her presence above them, Sage wouldn’t let herself breathe a sigh of relief.
Hours later, Sage dragged herself out of the hideout and landed nimbly on her tired feet. She reached into a pocket and pulled out her one feather and reattached it to her tail before cautiously making her way back to her apartment. A few minutes later, she was lifting up the window to her bedroom and clambering her way to bed. She slipped out of the tight clothes she was wearing and put on her pajamas, leaping into bed with a sigh of relief. She hadn’t been caught. She hadn’t been seen. She was safe; for the time being anyway.
Groaning, Sage blinked her eyes against the light. Had she had forgotten to close the blinds? Of course she had, and now the sunrise was blinding her. Or that’s what she thought for a few moments. Then she saw the true reason for the brilliant light. A woman with long, flowing pink hair stood in front of her, looking at her and smiling sadly. Sage jumped in surprise, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.
“Who are you?!” Sage yelped and pulled out her gun, pointing it towards the woman.
“Relax, child…” the woman whispered in a soothing tone. “I am Meili. You do not remember me, but I have watched you and your other siblings since you came to this earth. Sage, you and your siblings are the most important kiamaras on earth. Do not try to contradict me, for deep in your heart, you know I speak the truth. The others have made their choices. It is up to you to do the same. You are the final piece in the puzzle. Please make the right choice.”
Sage dumbly looked at Meili. “You aren’t real.” She stammered. “You aren’t real.”
Meili smiled that sad smile and gently waved her hand above Sage. Sage felt her eyelids closing as sleep overcame her, and she fell back against her bed, drifting back into sleep.
Sage started awake to the sunlight streaming in her bedroom window. What a weird dream. Or maybe it wasn’t a dream. She looked over her shoulder at her spray paint bottles and the jewelry she had stolen. Maybe it was time to make a change.






relations with other siblings:

Sage doesn't have much of a relationship at all with any of her siblings.
Most of the time she forgets she even has any, concentrating more on
surviving than caring about any siblings she might have had. If you asked her,
she would say they abandoned her a long time ago, and they don't matter.
In reality, she didn't agree with their views, wanted to be different, to be free.
So she left them. She left them to explore the world on her own.
Succeeding that, she gave up the one thing she could have had. Love.

Why only the one feather?

because it's like me.



A deserted feather
drifting to the ground
alone
all alone in the world
but solidarity
not really a bad thing
not really
not when you have yourself
the eagle flies alone
the cougar hunts alone
the polar bear swims alone
but are they lonely?
No
they have themselves
their belief
that things will be better
or
the belief
that things
are already quite good
so you see
aloneless
doesn't mean loneliness
you have yourself
sometimes
that's all you need.
Or maybe
you just feel
that there is someone
out there
with a connection to you
For no one should go through
life
completely alone, forever.

[Agnès]

I'm trying out for Kiamara #4



Agnès



Novum



Male



wip



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wip



wip


A song~ kevin

[Guest]

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username: Doom Paws
name: Celeste, a lovely Latin name meaning heavenly.
gender: I see this lilac colored gal as a female.
personality: Celeste is a pastel punk kind of girl. She isn't afraid to speak her mind,
or get roughed up. Despite her coming off gruff and a bit dense at first, she eventually becomes a great deal
more friendly. However, she has some anger issues, so it is best to stay on her good side. Close friends are
different to her. The gal will only take off her tough cover if she has known you her entire life. Some things
she doesn't dare even tell her siblings about. Inside, Celeste is fragile, sad, lonely. The lady feels wasted; a
piece of pure trash. She quickly gets over it, however, and is back to her fun-loving, quirky, rough self.
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)

reserve for the bae

[KittyKat454]

"It can't be possible that rain could fall only when it's over our heads."

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Ryka gripped the paintbrush in her mouth as she used a charcoal pencil to line a splatter of neon on an already brightly colored canvas. Her purple hair was slumped lamely over her forehead in a lame bedhead hairdo. Long ago the sun had risen over her mess of a studio apartment, strewn with pencils, paintbrushes, loose paper, packets of scales, acrylic paint, and wrappers from various foods, signs of her chaotic but artistic life. Staring intensely at her work, as if maybe if she stared hard enough, she could will if to make itself into a masterpiece, she lined another splatter and etched in a faint shape. A knock sounded at her apartment door.
"Sup, Ry?" The slightly, only slightly annoyed kiamara chucked a paintbrush at her smirking blue brother.
"GO AWAY." The persistent kia ignored her.
"Whatcha working on?"
"Your face."
"Well then my face is very nice."
"I don't know if that was a compliment or not."
Her brother laughed and went to open the door. He called out over his shoulder,
"Sis, you're going places. Not college or an office job, but places."
"Just you wait," She yelled back. It was only then Ryka realized with a start
"Wait, how did you get in my-"
The city was humming. Overflowed with traditional and modern cultures both, it was always busy and new. That's what Ryka loved about it. Its daily hustle, the untold stories and unexpressed emotions in the hurried walks of pedestrians and impatient honks on the street, inspired her to work, to dash color onto dull sheets of paper. The rent was pricey, sure, but it was worth it.
Beeps of traffic trailed Ryka as she walked slowly to her favorite frozen yogurt place, taking in the colors of her beloved city. It had been a slightly successful day of music and paint splatters; her throat was burning and her hands dirty, and so she decided to treat herself to a cup of froyo. Through the difficulties of it all, unlike some could say, she persisted through, and at the end of the day, sometimes she was content, other times not. The bell jingled.
"Hi Ryka! What's up!" The shop where her sister worked was currently manned by a perky girl who smiled and waved as Ryka walked in.
"Hi Emmy." She said nothing more until she went to the register to pay.
"Guess who just walked in a few minutes ago? Your jerk ex Clark. I swear-"
"It's alright, Emmy." Her friend glanced up and went quiet. Ryka silently handed her a few bills and walked out.
On the streets, Ryka thought about Clark. Why should she care? He hurt her. She should forget her. But still, a part of her nagged and imagined those cozy nights by the fire, and her heart hurt. Still... the less she thought about him, the better. A sharp shoulder bumped into her.
"Watch it," A familiar voice growled. Ryka looked up with a start and stared into those eyes, the color of unlit coals.
What are the chances? She thought as she stalked away. What are the chances?
On the odd could winter nights, those eyes made of coal were lit and bright with laughter. Their separation was hard for Ryka. But he had moved on. He had found someone else while they were still together, not knowing or caring how it broke her. She had some thoughts she didn't want to admit, but they had passed as well. Like bits of smoke replaced by a summer breeze. So why did she still care so much? She tried to get over it, and she did. Try...
Trying...
She tried, and made it through. The storm is over. She is new. She is her city.

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Who is she anyways?
Think of the sunrise. The beginning of a new day, a new start and a new challenge. Now add a gunshot. Add a splash of color in the awakening dawn. Finish the scene with a dash of laughter and a faint rock song whispering through a speaker. That's Ryka, music extraordinaire, artist of the litter, right there. You need advice, she's your girl. Need a shoulder to cry on, she's there. Want a sprinkle of song? Or maybe a bit of paint? She's your girl. She hates being used for her talent and brains. She hates arrogance. She absolutely hates people who say "I'm bad at art." Give her food and she'll give you a squeal and weird looks as she runs away screaming and hugging whatever you just gave her.

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I'm trying out for Kia 2!
User - KittyKat454
Name - Ryka
Gender - Female

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Ryka Loves her Crazy Family
Ryka is the youngest out of all of her siblings. Technically they're all the same age, but she acts like the younger sister... if that makes any sense. She loves all of them, really, but in different ways.
"RYKA!!!!! WHERE! IS! MY! HOODIE?" The small purple kia giggled and dashed past her sister's room clutching a burgundy sweatshirt, which, needless to say, her outraged sister was looking for.
"Okay, okay, sis, here! Geez, you're so dramatic." Her tousled pink-haired sister stuck her head out of the doorway and grabbed the jacket. "By the way..." Ryka flashed a chain bracelet and giggled again. " Love you!" she called out to a furious older sister as she dashed through the house and out the door.
"Wait!" her other sister yelled before she left the house. "You forgot your homework folder. And your lunch bag. And your donations. And your backpack. So, really you forgot everything except ----'s bracelet." She smirked. "By the way, nice job on that." They slapped paws and heard a groan from down the hall.
"HOW DO YOU PUT UP WITH HER???"
"It's not my fault she likes tormenting you." Ryka's orange-furred and fringe-haired sister grinned and kissed her on the forehead.
"Bye sis love you!" Ryka waved as she tore through the door.
At the bus stop,
"Sis, what did you do now?"
Ryka's sea-colored brother shook his head.
"Hey, it's not her fault -----'s always so ... STUCK UP about her looks." Her orange-haired brother combed his fingers through his ruffled mane. Brother 1 rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. Sis, did you remember your money?" Ryka nodded.
"Thanks to big sis I did."
"Hand it over."
Ryka glared at her older brother. "No." He laughed and she punched him lightly on the arm. Just then, the bus pulled up. They rode there separately, but they walked there together. Right before they parted, Ryka hesitated, then hugged her two brothers.
"Love you guys."
"We love you too, you little twerp." Ryka let out a laugh and waved as her two siblings went their ways to class. She sighed and headed to her own room. She couldn't wait for school to be over so she could go back home with her crazy family.
1- Sister number one. Out-spoken, rocking, drama loving sister. She's always been there for all of Ryka's important events, been there through trauma and typical girl problems. A model older sister. Sure, they have fights sometimes, but what's a sibling relation ship without some healthy arguments?
3- There's always that one kid in the family who's concerned about their looks. Sis #2 is that kid. Ryka likes to take her stuff sometimes, but it's all fun and games. Until sis decides to take out her tweezers. Those things can hurt.
4- Brothers are always the troublemakers in the family, right? Nope. Not this guy. Ryka's older brother is the peacemaker, sort of the glue of the family in the midst of the chaos. He prefers not to take sides, but hates it when his family starts to argue. Ryka decides not to use this to her advantage, because, you know, she loves her older brother.
5- Ryka's other brother is the exact opposite of his little brother. He likes to talk, and he and Ryka have had some crazy conversations in which their brother shook his head and walked away. Ryka has arguments with him, but they're either about something stupid or jokingly.

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Who We Were Last Winter (Extra)
Clark draped a blanket over his sleeping girlfriend and just took a moment to just stare at her muted calm. When she was awake, she was a firecracker chattering about who knows what. Suddenly, his phone rang.
"Hello there flaming," Clark heard a light female voice through his phone on speaker.
"Oh shoot-" He scrambled to take it off speaker and glanced nervously at Ryka. Still asleep. Phew. "Be quieter, Addy. Ryka's on the couch." He could almost see his other girl's face darken.
"Oh, her. I thought you said you'd leave her." Clark looked back again at the purple Sleeping Beauty and replied to Addy,
"I know. I'll get to it one of these days." A sigh crackled through.
"Whatever. I called to let you know I'm looking forward to your arrival on Tuesday. Bye, love you." The cell phone clicked and Clark looked at the bringer of the sadness he knew was sure to come to Ryka soon. He didn't want to hurt her. But he felt like he had to.
Clark walked over to Ryka and hugged her. She woke up and smiled.
"What's that for?"
"Nothing. You wanna watch a movie?"
Snuggled up on a pull-out couch, watching an old re-run of and old television show, drinking hot chocolate and occasionally spilling it, that's how they spent their evening. As they fell asleep to the sound of a cheesy sitcom, Clark couldn't help but feel guilty about what he was going to do to her.
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS? WHY?"
Ryka exploded immediately on impact. Jeez, what a crazy woman, Clark thought. Sobbing, Ryka ran upstairs to her room and slammed the door. A moment later a piece of paper wafted down the stairs. Who were we last week? Who were we last month? Who were we yesterday?
He still didn't know. The day after he dumped Ryka, Addy left him too. A year later, he still hurt. The flames in his eyes had died along with his relationships. As snowflakes floated down, just like they did when the fire flickered bright, his phone mocked him with a Ding!
It was a message from Ryka.
Who were we last Winter?

[Amethysts]

Rserve

[kh.aotic]

I'm trying out for Kiamara #3

username: Czhu02
name: Hey, it's Rey!
gender: I'm 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)

RESERVE ON 3

[cacticollie]

I'm trying out for Kiamara #1
username: Mehingan
name:
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)
big wip

[ArcticGold]

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)
wip!

[comatoastie]

I'm trying out for Kiamara #5
username:
next to the kitchen
name:
wip
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)