View topic - Staff Kiamara - Baloo. WINNERS

My gallery · by **Golden.AUO** » Mon Dec 01, 2014 12:45 pm

Username: Bloodscythe
Name: Scratch
Gender: Male
Age Range: Young Adult
Current Residence: Studio Apartment in Arizona

Your Eyes?:

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Likes:
-Sincere Company
-Mystery Novels
-Alternative
-Thai cuisine

Dislikes:
-Bland food
-Boats
-Historical Fiction
-Trouble
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Occupation:
Bartender - Night

Hobbies:
-Reading
-Casual Writing
-Mixology
-TV Shows
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Personality:
It can be hard living such a precarious life. Scratch's high anxiety over his eyes scaring others keep him on alert. Stepping on eggshells to make sure everyone else was comfortable with his presence. Though his parents hadn't truly nurtured him, his social skills waned quickly. He is very soft spoken with very little confidence in himself. Conflict is something he would rather avoid, and can sometimes pull enough confidence out to defend himself; although he falters quite easily under pressure. While he tries to avoid revealing his eyes to others he can be clumsy and accidentally open them without noticing. Compliments can go right over his head or even catch him off guard as he is used to being shunned by just about anyone. Trying to make friends leaves him in a constant state of questioning; whether they actually like him or are using him or if he isn't acting right or if he's scaring them away. Because of this worrying Scratch hasn't tried to find someone to be romantically involved with. He is always afraid they will just leave him in the end.

Something Unexpected Happens:

"Dang it..."

Some History:

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Relationships:

Parents?:

Friends?:

You Again:

what an original hideout...

My gallery · by **BecNessMonster** » Mon Dec 01, 2014 12:46 pm

Mark with reason of eye closed being light sensitive

My gallery · by **yenneii** » Mon Dec 01, 2014 12:47 pm

mark ;v; <33

My gallery · by **Alva.** » Mon Dec 01, 2014 12:54 pm

-dropping out-

My gallery · by **wickedfoul** » Mon Dec 01, 2014 12:57 pm

im dropping out, i dont have the time

My gallery · by **Pachoopi** » Mon Dec 01, 2014 1:00 pm

aaah reserved immature, boisterous

My gallery · by **Kyo** » Mon Dec 01, 2014 1:09 pm

marking ;w;

My gallery · by **ibolya** » Mon Dec 01, 2014 1:14 pm

Name:
Nanuq (Inuit name meaning young cub)
Nationality:
Nanuq is an Inuit/Eskimo, currently residing in a peaceful but energetic village up in the Arctic.
Personality:
Nanuq is a sportive and kind Kiamara, he loves the thrill of the hunt, and never misses a chance to get out of the village and explore. He is very likeable and kind-hearted. He keeps his eyes closed because he does not need to open them, as he has the special ability to sense the auras of surrounding objects in his mind, and piece them together to form an image. This helps him when hunting, so he can sense a caribou's exact location (for example) from a distance, without getting too close and chasing it away. He has a thick fluffy pelt to keep the cold out, but it can also keep the cold in on hot days.
Hobbies:
Nanuq loves archery, and he has a seal bone bow, sacred to him, which is all he uses while on the hunt. He loves the bow n' arrow as it is silent and deadly, and has a wide range. He spends free-time exploring the amazing Arctic, and climbing icebergs.
Story:
A storm was brewing, and Nanuq knew it. He could see it approaching on the horizon, a large whirlwind of snow, ready to beat down on him. He closed his eyes, bracing the cold and wind. His mind's eye painted the image in his mind: white flurries, being thrown in every direction. He knew this area though, and he had a cave dug not far from here, so he ran into the blizzard, ice crystals bouncing off his thick pelt. He could sense the ground level rising, and knew he was approaching his destination. He soon felt a sudden dip, so he ducked his head and dove into the makeshift shelter. Instantly warmth surrounded him, as he went deeper and deeper. He turned around, opening his eyes, to see, not out of his mind's eye, the storm violently raging outside the small entrance hole. Nanuq sighed, he was used to this, the long waiting. He bowed his head, letting sleep take over, waiting till the storm died out.

The Hunt:
I slowed my breathing. My mind's eye told me it was a young buck, but a bit weak. He was approxomitaly 30 feet away. It'll have to do I said to myself. I could feel the presence of my wingman not far from where I was. Oh, how I loved this. My heart racing, I knocked my arrow steadily, pinpointing the location of the buck. As soon as I was sure It was in the right place, I let go, listening to the tiny whoosh it made. I adjusted my ears, listening to see if I succeded. I heart a gentle thump. The arrow had found it's mark. I was about to go fetch my catch when I heard some more hooves hitting the ice. There were more.I signaled my wingman to take the buck back to the village, I was going in for more, except this time, oldstyle. I padded down the rock face, stepping onto the ice. It had started snowing in large flakes that reflected the light. I picked up my pace as I got closer to the sound. There they were, both old, one injured, both female. My pawpads gripping the ice I started to sprint, feeling the refreshing cold air fill my lungs. I raced towards them, and as they noticed me they started beating their hooves down faster. Don't think you'll get away that easy! I saw an upcoming iceberg, sloping up then dropping back down onto the ice. I sprinted up the mountain of ice, and jumped down, right above the two cows. I grabbed my whale-bone knife, and slashed. The one I had stabbed buckled and fell, while the other ran off. I sat beside the dying cow, and thanked it for granting me and the people in the village it's strength and life. Once finished, I got ready to drag the cow back on my sled.

My gallery · by **get scared** » Mon Dec 01, 2014 1:28 pm

Ahh, dropping out

My gallery · by **aoba** » Mon Dec 01, 2014 1:38 pm

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The Basics wrote:If you only listen with your ears... i can't g e t i n

a short mix to listen to while you read
n a m e;;
Agust Hall
Agust is a swedish variant of the name Augustus, a name symbolizing strength or bravery -- ironic, given his shyness.
This name is pronounced just as the month August!
His middle name is more befitting of him; Ambali. It is an indian name, meaning sensitive, or compassionate.
Agust's last name is Hall. It may sound anglicized or American, but it is a surname seen in many European countries, signifying someone who has served in a hall of nobles or royalty. Agust has never been a member of the upper class, and never will be -- even now, his family seems dedicated, and happy with, a role of servitude. Always willing to help and feed others, they don’t mind being “below” others. Agust chose not to hyphenate his last name -- he keeps his father’s name, a memento of him that he feels somewhat makes up for his absence during his early childhood.
g e n d e r;;
Agust is biologically male and uses male pronouns -- mostly for the benefit of his family and friends. Being a native of rural (and by that, I mean rural) Sweden, most of the people in his life only accept two genders; and those genders are always in accordance with sex. Although he is comfortable with the label ‘male’, he leans more toward the genderfluid end of the spectrum. On most days, he feels perfectly cozy in a male body, but he possesses a lot of stereotypically female traits, and envies women’s ability to outwardly express emotion and ‘pretty up’.
a g e;;
Agust is 21, but often doesn't act his age. He can be childish and on occasion he throws mild tantrums when overwhelmed or upset. He tends to like things generally targeted at children. He has trouble interpreting some books and films for adults, both due to his slightly limited english and the fact that he’s not the cleverest kia. He simply prefers media designed for children and young adults. He enjoys being able to comfortably understand them without too much effort, and likes to indulge in lighter, happier storylines. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to enjoy something!

s e x u a l i t y;;
Upon moving out of his childhood home, Agust has been able to explore his sexuality on his own. Agust never felt any real attraction to girls, both as a child and an adult - this being said, he identifies as homosexual; but he does find women charming and almost envies them in a sense.

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sensitive | anxious | slow | generous | perceptive

❄ sensitive

delicate; emotional; unstable
While sensitivity can mean that someone is empathetic or caring, Agust's sensitivity is a weakness as well as a strength. He takes even the most offhand comments to heart, holding on to them for far longer than he should, using them as fuel for those self-deprecating late-night thoughts. The trouble with Agust's sensitivity is that those late-night thoughts have begun to strike him in the middle of the day.

❄ anxious

fearful; jittery; uptight
Agust is nervous and high-strung -- he is constantly searching for an outlet for his boundless nervous energy. He is easily overwhelmed in social situations; even a single person can make him feel cornered and panicky. Almost anything can render him incapable of any kind of meaningful contact, as he tends to detach from situations when overwhelmed.

❄ slow

simple; naïve; foolish
Agust has never been the sharpest knife in the drawer. Through no fault of his own, he often misses out on jokes, or finds himself lost in intellectual conversations; the slight language barrier also contributes to his falling short in intelligence. Raised in a home that values street smarts over book smarts, he's learned to make a living for himself, not to be an adept raconteur.

❄ generous

hospitable; big-hearted; honest
Agust, like his parents, has always been almost overwhelmingly giving and welcoming. He'll spend weeks finding the perfect gift for you, the right place for you to stay on a visit, the perfect advice for a tricky situation. Although it sometimes takes him some time, earning his friendship pays for itself in love, honesty, and lavish gifts.

❄ perceptive

intuitive; insightful; observant
Agust has always had a talent for judging people, having always listened closely for nuance in voice and vocabulary in lieu of body language. He can quickly size up a person's intentions or personality in a brief conversation, and often knows just what to do in a complicated social situation. Although he tends to stumble and make mistakes in his own conflicts, he can often offer the perfect advice to others. He has developed this talent through years of watching from the sidelines, too afraid to take the social plunge for himself.

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A short and sweet biography
Get to know Agust on a personal level

n a t i o n a l i t y;;

Agust is a native Swede -- he came from a tiny town in the corner of Sweden, so rural that it was never legally named. It can hardly be called a town; it was simply a tiny port surrounded by two or three houses. This may have contributed to his social anxiety -- after years of only seeing only the same six or seven people, any number of people seems overwhelming. He has since moved to a more urban area of Sweden, a town called Katrineholm.
h i s t o r y;;
Agust’s father was a herring fisherman - often gone for weeks or months at a time. Therefore, Agust was raised primarily by his mother. Agust has a lot of stereotypically “feminine” traits, but these were not imparted by his mother - she was a strong, barrel-chested woman, and sometimes overbearing toward her son. However, he is proficient in cooking and housekeeping. These skills were instilled early on in him by his mother, who did almost all of the work around the house; from laundry to culling local varmints that would prey on their herring haul. She was the kind of woman who is just as comfortable with a shotgun as a sewing machine, and she was the one who kept Agust warm and safe in his childhood years. This made for a rather interesting youth. His mother was never quite abusive, but rather too abrasive for his liking. This being said, Agust often found refuge in his next door neighbor - an older woman that represents almost a grandmother to him. Seeing as his parents were much older than most, they were rather busy finishing the businesses of youth. When in your late forties, your energy is drained, and there's not much left reserved for children - however, there was a wanting between the parents and thus Agust was born. Agust was raised to be kind and quiet - with the last generation's ideals. Agust lived through no extreme youth, nothing out of the ordinary, and yet he's still a character of beauty. By the time his father had the ability to retire (50 - thanks to strong Swedish infrastructure) Agust had already planned to leave his small home - for somewhere anywhere but there. At this point he moved to Katrineholm to stay with his Aunt and Uncle, finishing as much schooling as possible.
Today Agust still resides in Katrineholm - a beautiful Swedish town.

P h y s i c a l d i s a b i l i t i e s;;
Agust has a heart murmur caused by an extra flap of flesh in an artery of his heart -- the poor boy quite literally has too much heart for his own good. It was this that deterred him from moving to the states, although he dearly wanted to leave Sweden - air travel was deemed too stressful for his weak heart, and Swedish healthcare is free, providing a better home to allow his heart to be monitored regularly. This confined him to his native Sweden.

m e n t a l h e a l t h;;
While he has never been officially diagnosed, Agust and his close friends and family believe him to have a form of social anxiety. He is extremely anxious and tightly strung, especially around other people, and can often spend hours choosing exactly what to say in a given situation. If he stutters, or his accent butchers a word, he may hold onto this mistake for hours or days, replaying the moment over and over in his head, regretting every second. Currently he's working on coping with his anxiety, and perhaps one day he will seek more information on his illness.

e d u c a t i o n;;
Despite mild dyslexia and his social anxiety, which was less severe as a child, he completed grades K-8 (he was homeschooled by his mother, but tested into 8th grade at the age of fifteen, a year or two later than most children). After moving to Katrineholm, he stayed with his aunt and uncle, who provided him with what he needed to attend high school. However, Agust dropped out of high school halfway through his sophomore year due to the overwhelming pressures of high school. His anxiety prohibited him from most school activities, and eventually from attending school at all. Later in life he attained his GED (after moving out of his Aunt and Uncle's) so that he would qualify for better jobs.

b o o k s m a r t or s t r e e t s m a rt?
Agust has always been streetsmart above booksmart -- despite his anxiety, he is excellent at reading people and situations, probably due to all the time he has spent watching rather than being caught up in social situations. Although he often doesn't know what to do with himself when placed in a social setting, he is often able to give valuable advice to friends and family on how to deal with others. Despite his partial lack of education, he adores reading - albeit he reads incredibly slowly. However, how slow he reads also contributes to his comprehension! It takes him forever to finish a book, and his dyslexia certainly doesn't help his reading speed., but he completely immerses himself in the story, poring over every word. Nonetheless, this sure does show you what kind of person he is - diligent and dedicated to his interests.

r e l i g i o n;;
In terms of religion, Agust marches to the beat of his own drum. When pried, he identifies himself as agnostic, believing in a higher power but one that is not necessarily embodied by a specific god. However, he also believes in some forms of reincarnation; not a complete embodiment of the self, but in other sentient beings taking on traits of another person or thing previously deceased, or the creation of an animal with preconceived notions or views based on those of a once-living person.
Both of these beliefs are unique to him (in his family that is!)

t h o s e e y e s;;
Agust’s closed eyes are a trait he originally developed to prevent snow-blindness, caused by the glare of sun and moon on bright white snow. Since leaving his childhood home, it has become less of a necessity and more of a security blanket. Keeping his eyes closed, in a way, shields him from what he might see - the world is a big, scary place, and keeping his eyes closed allows him one more barrier between him and its coldness. It lets him remain blissfully unaware of its size, both its emptiness and its terrifying fullness; when his eyes are closed, no one can pull him from his warm, dark home.

Agust is born under the zodiac sign cancer (June 23rd). He has a strong instinct for keeping himself and others safe, and is in touch with his emotions as well as the emotions of others. However, he can sometimes take things a step too far, and is subject to mood swings - one comment can turn his mood around completely. He is conscious of the fact that he is "needy" and craves affection, but finds it difficult not to come off as clingy. He relates to cancer's avatar, the crab, more than one would think - he feels an intense fight-or-flight response when he feels threatened, even slightly, and has a strong sense of self-preservation. He also tends to lash out and snap when overwhelmed - he needs space and time to cool down, or he may snap his claws shut on your finger!

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[i]Relationships between kiamaras in the community!
Just to get a feel Agust in social situations
- if you can call them that . . .
Nonetheless! Click on Agust's name for his reaction
and the other's name for their ref, enjoy!

Relationships wrote:Agust ➳ Meribeth
Agust walked closely behind Meribeth, fighting the urge to grab onto her steadily swishing tail for guidance, not wanting to accidentally trip over a stone or root, and afraid of losing sight of Meribeth - not wanting to be stuck in the wilderness alone. He stumbled slightly, falling directly into her.
"Watch it!" Meribeth started - her eye were daggers.
“S-sorry!!” Agust blurted hurriedly, a blush spreading across his cheeks, feeling clumsy and stupid in comparison to the adept hiker. He felt like a fish out of water, wanting to enjoy himself but unwilling to open his eyes. She huffed and turned to face him.
“It's fine,” she spat. "Just - be careful."
Agust answered with a shy nod as he trotted to catch up with her.
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“I wish I hadn't been so nervous -- I think she would have liked me more. Maybe if we had met somewhere else? I don't really think I like hiking much... Somehow I managed to get a bird's nest stuck in my tail...”

Agust ➳ Patrick

Patrick smiled widely, hoping to give Agust an extra bit of confidence, but when the quiet Agust did speak up, Patrick did.
“You’re a quiet kid, huh?” he spoke, breaking the silence for what seemed like the hundredth time, Agust not easily picking up on his cues and forcing him to carry the brunt of the conversation.
Agust flashed him a shadow of a smile and began to fidget with his paws, looking desperately for an outlet for his nervousness.
“Y-yeah... I guess I’m a little shy...” the younger kiamara replied.
"Nice to meet you--" Patrick paused, his face contorting into a wicked grin. Agust had only too late realized his mistake; "--a little shy." Agust sighed in annoyance as Patrick continued. "I'm Patrick."
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"He was really nice! Just - the puns..."
Agust ➳ Gatsby
Gatsby stepped back slightly, regarding Agust’s new attire, watching him shift and squirm uncomfortably. He sat down, then stood again, trying to get comfortable in the fitted clothing, used to a soft, loose fit. “Does it at least look good...?”
Gatsby scoffed lightly, a smirk crawling on to her face. “Well, it’s better than what you were wearing.”
Agust let out a nervous, jittery laugh, not wanting to offend the person that had so kindly outfitted him. “Is it really worth it? I mean, when’s the last time you wore something comfortable?”
Gatsby laughed again. “When was the last time you wore something fashionable?”
She smiled, before turning and leaving Agust alone with his new attire.
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"She was sweet! I'm just not sure if she was kidding or being nice, but I guess I like these clothes!"

Agust ➳ Chernobyl & Pandora
Agust hung back behind the two others he was walking with, hoping to avoid Pandora, an excitable woman seemingly bent on beating Agust into submission through pure extroversion. Agust had taken a liking to Cher, but Pandora made him nervous -- She drew attention to their little group just by, well, being Pandora. Agust switched sides, walking beside Chernobyl, hoping that the lively young woman hadn't noticed him, but she demurred, changing her position as well, walking directly beside August -- forcing him to realize only too late that she had been aware of his presence ever since she had joined him and chernobyl.
“Hey, baby, who might you be?” she chimed, giving him a playful wink and nudging him in the ribs, catching Agust completely off guard. He scrambled for an appropriate response, his brain not able to catch up with his mouth, and he let out a panicked groan. He huffed and hid his face in his coat, embarrassed at his pathetic attempt at conversation. Chernobyl gave him a pained grin, as if to say, “We’ve all been here, buddy.” he gave him a comforting pat on the back, only causing Agust to cough and stumble. “I-I think I have somewhere else to be...”
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“Chernobyl is really nice! I think he liked me too! But Pan... She kinda scares me. Is she gone yet..?”
Agust ➳ Iz
“Can I get you a martini, babe? Hang on, lemme get you a martini.”
“N-no thank you, I don't drink...!”
“Hang on, honey! I cant hear you. I'll be back in a sec.”
Agust realized with dismay that, despite his protests, Iz had brought out a second martini for him. He eyed it nervously, managing a weak smile. “Thanks...”
“Of course, sweetheart.” the older made herself comfortable on the couch again, looking at Agust encouragingly. He gave her another weak grin and ate the olive off the rim of his drink - soon after Iz fell asleep on the couch.
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"I hope she didn't how wet my bag was - I just kept pouring them in, and she just kept bringing them... I didn't have the heart to tell her I can't stand booze..."

Agust ➳ Ra
Agust had spent nearly the whole day tagging along with Ra and his friends, enduring hours of playful and not-so-playful teasing, keeping his head down in hopes of a moment alone with Ra, a young man who seemed to be the kingpin of the jeering group of kiamaras. Despite being at the back of the pack and ruthlessly berated, he remained in somewhat of a daze - the poor boy was absolutely smitten with Ra, who seemed to dismiss his feelings entirely. While Agust had tried to write it off as a schoolgirl crush, he simply couldn't shake it.
Ra trotted up to Agust and spoke in a hushed tone "Listen, I'm sorry I'm such a jerk - if it causes any problems - I mean, like depression, anxiety - just let me know."
Agust beamed up at him, unconcerned by his previous attitude.
“I don’t mind! I-I mean, I know we're still friends and all.” He paused for a moment, nosing at the fur around his neck. “Um... we are friends, right...?”
Ra snickered "Sure kid - I can't believe you've stuck around with me, honestly." Ra laughed "I'm awful - you're a pretty tough kiddo."
The bigger male paused for a moment "But uh - don't tell any of the guys, would you - about my concern. They'd catch wind of my own problems, and that'd be the end of that." After a chuckle and a brief farewell, Ra disappeared.
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Agust stammers and laughs, trying for some time to force out a coherent sentence. Eventually he gives up, a bright blush spreading across his face as he buries his nose shyly in his fur.

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