[CompleteCuriosity]

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Gender: (boy)
Five words that describe them:
~Vacillates~
alternate or waver between different opinions or actions; be indecisive.
Question is one boy who absolutely cannot make up his mind. Every single question (heh) he stumbles upon confuses him greatly. He always thinks up way to many answers to the questions, and from there the different consequences. Eventually he becomes so jumbled up in his thoughts that he becomes super frustrated and upset.
~Fidgety~
inclined to fidget; restless or uneasy.
Question is always nervous. Always. He's always worried about the question he's supposed to be answering at the particular moment, or if people are judging him, or if he's going to be bullied again that afternoon, or if someone is stealing from his house, or if the weather's going to be terrible and so on.
~Clever~
Despite his twitchy ways, Question is undeniably smart. It's a blessing and a curse, because since he's intelligent he can find out more consequences and answers to questions.
~Gauche~
~Bashful~

About the dice: (could be art/writing/poem; it just has to be abut his dice)
Question's name is ironic, since he has a hard time finding answers. He just thinks of too many possibilities and consequences to each question he confronts, so he uses the dice to help him to decide. He' s very intelligent, but also twitchy.

RES PLEASE DON'T STEAL. *note I went through all the forms when I posted and made sure no one else had my ideas, so if someone has one like mine then just know that I had it first >->

[pep]

dropping out! the unlimited art rule makes me nervous
and on top of that i generally lost muse
good luck to everyone! <3

[Placebo]

haha dropping out;w; I literally had no time to start on this

[Master of Nothing]

Name:
Gender: (boy)
Five words that describe them:
Explanation for each word: (200 words per word max)
About the dice: (could be art/writing/poem; it just has to be abut his dice)
res .3.

[mercury.]

competitors pls read this pls pls

end date is going to be near the end of december i'm pretty sure. keep this in mind. I don't want anyone to complain about the end date or ask for more time because if you are committed it is your responsibility to make time.

also to clarify, this kia's gender is up to you, i just saw them as more of a he/them type. if you have other pronouns etc that you think are fitting go for it !! ;9
best of luck

[serl]

interview //
well, whats your name?
"I'm Maxery. Pronounced Max-err-ee"
are you a female or male?
"Male, don't you know by now?"
how would you describe yourself in five words?
"Actually, I know these facts by other kias. I'm fun, sweet, happy, funny, and cuddly!"
explain why they think that.
"Okay, sweet is because, well, by now you should notice I'm nice. I usually help whoever and keep people in comfort. I think happy means - well - look at me! I'm always happy! Funny, because I make the best jokes ever, but nice jokes. Cuddly because I love to cuddle."
what are you holding?
"This, it's nothing."
tell us about your dice.
"Fine, I have my dice because I pick something for each number. I roll my dice, say if I chose 'say hi to bob' for 5 dots then I say hi to bob. I use my dice for deciding things if I'm nervous."

[saturnus]

the best made by the best i luv it

[mercury.]

oh, u ;9
also gift art for the winner

[honee bee]

Name: Deckard
Gender: male
Five words that describe them:
Explanation for each word: (200 words per word max)
About the dice: (could be art/writing/poem; it just has to be abut his dice)

[jensen ackles]

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original form;;

Name:
Gender: (boy)
Five words that describe them:
Explanation for each word:

(200 words per word max)
About the dice:

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the stars fade
the earth shakes
the poison's on your tongue
the lost plans
the last dance
oh god what have you done

I can see the fever spreading
I can feel the faith is gone,
even though it's all you've wanted

stone walls will fall
young hearts will break
for so long
we're so strong
we shine until we fade
but don't stop burning

on gold streets
the dust sleeps
for you the flames still dance
the skies changed
a new day
are these the same two hands

I can see the fever breaking
I can feel the faith comes on,
everything you've ever wanted

stone walls will fall
young hearts will break
for so long
we're so strong
we shine until we fade

we are all we are
we are all we are
we are all we are
we are, who we are
we are, who we are

stone walls will fall
stone walls will fall
young hearts will break
young hearts will break
for so long
we're so strong
we shine until we fade
but don't stop burning

we are all we are
don't stop burning
we are all we are
don't stop burning

we are, who we are
don't stop burning


we the kings - stone walls

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some legends are told
sometimes the dust turns
to gold
but you will remember me
remember me for centuries
and just one mistake
is all it will take
we'll go down in history
remember me for centuries
remember me for centuries

mummified my teenage dreams
no, it's nothing wrong with
me
the kids are all wrong,
the story's all off
heavy metal broke my heart

come on, come on and let
me in
the bruises on your thighs
like my fingerprints
and this is supposed to match
the darkness that you felt
i never meant for you to fix
yourself

some legends are told
sometimes the dust turns
to gold
but you will remember me
remember me for centuries
and just one mistake
is all it will take
we'll go down in history
remember me for centuries
remember me for centuries

and I can't stop 'til the whole
world knows my name
'cause I was only born inside
my dreams
until you die for me, as long
as there is a light, my shadow's
over you
'cause I am the opposite of
amnesia
and you're a cherry blossom
you're about to bloom
you look so pretty, but you're
gone so soon

some legends are told
sometimes the dust turns
to gold
but you will remember me
remember me for centuries
and just one mistake
is all it will take
we'll go down in history
remember me for centuries
remember me for centuries

we've been here forever
and here's the frozen proof
i could scream forever
we are the poisoned youth

we'll go down in history
remember me for centuries


fall out boy - centuries

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it’s getting late
and i
cannot seem to find
my way home tonight
feels like i am falling
down a rabbit hole
falling for forever
wonderfully wandering
alone
what would my head
be like
if not for my shoulders
or without your smile
may it follow you forever
may it never leave you
to sleep in the stone,
may we stay lost on our
way home

c’mon, c’mon
with everything falling
down around me
i’d like to believe
in all the possibilities

if I should die tonight
may i first just say
i’m sorry
for i, never felt
like anybody
i am a man of
many hats although i
never mastered anything
when i am ten feet tall
i’ve never felt much
smaller, since the fall
nobody seems to know
my name
so don’t leave me
to sleep all alone
may we stay lost
on our way home

c’mon, c’mon
with everything falling
down around me
i’d like to believe
in all the possibilities

c’mon, c’mon
with everything falling
down around me
i’d like to believe
in all the possibilities

try not to mistake
what you have with
what you hate
it could leave
it could leave
come the morning

celebrate the night
it’s the fall
before the climb
shall we sing
shall we sing
'til the morning

if I fall forward
you fall flat

and if the sun
should lift me up
would you come back?
c'mon!

c’mon, c’mon
with everything falling
down around me
i’d like to believe
in all the possibilities

c’mon, c’mon
with everything falling
down around me
i’d like to believe
in all the possibilities

so c’mon, c’mon
with everything falling
down around me
i’d like to believe
in all the possibilities

it’s getting late
and i
cannot seem to find
my way home tonight

panic! at the disco & fun -
c'mon

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Name's Gambit, Gambit Trace. So you want to know a little about me?
Well, for starters, I am a boy. I'm 18 years old, and I live in eastern Pennsylvania.
I was born and raised in a rather rural area of the suburbs of Philadelphia,
so I have a strange mix of street smarts and farm attitude. But let's get to
the point.

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❧ independent
❧ short-tempered
❧ snarky
❧ private
❧ restless

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❧ independent
Gambit is not fond of following others, in any way. He is a little over-confident in his independence, and he pays the price when he finds himself embarrassed to death in social situations.
❧ short-tempered
Where others may have a drop of patience, Gambit has none. He easily slips from calm to emotional, and will often blame these burning feelings on others.
❧ snarky
As one relies on his fists, Gambit relies on his snark. Whenever Gambit is in an uncomfortable, strange, tense, or any other situation where he isn't comfortable, Gambit will become a snarky, close-minded person. Nervous habit, mayhaps?
❧ private
Anyone who is raised a foster child develops some sort of more private aspect in their life. For Gambit, his past and his roots are his private knowledge. He is loathe to share this with anyone.
❧ restless
Some would say Gambit was born to run. He is an adventurer, a discoverer, a thrill-seeker. All of this is checked by his more secretive self, though, because he knows it's never a good idea to risk your life without another backing you up.

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A quick patter of dice on the table meant more to Gambit than you would ever believe.

As he half-laid, half sat in a rather uncomfortable wooden chair, Gambit waited, as usual, for the heavy wooden door to open. There was never a day when Gambit did not do this. Every day, without fail, Gambit would almost appear there, at 2:17 P.M. on the dot. Wether it was a nice day, raining, or there was 5 feet of snow on the ground, Gambit found a way to get to this place.
Directly outside a small, three-roomed hose, the 4- seat-table and an odd assortment of chairs. It was nestled under a large porch roof, but underfoot there was only packed dirt. The house was a tanish color, and lacked any siding. The walls were simply painted plaster which formed the outermost layer of the shell. The roof was dismal, especially in comparison to the stark appearance of the home it perched upon. All of the slate was in shambles, and only half of it was even still on the roof. The porch itself was half the size of the entire house, and, along with the table and chairs, sheltered several doghouses. The doghouses varied in size, and were there to shelter strays. Some were even small enough that dogs could not get in, and these were occupied by homeless cats.
The round table, made of a meshed metal like what you would see at a public pool, except the meshing was slightly tighter. The four chairs varied from a simple stool with moldy upholstery to a ornately carved rocking chair. Gambit, however, always chose a plain, worn kitchen chair as his seat.
While seated here, Gambit would often doze off, or sit and think about his past. Today was a day for both.

"Betcha can't catch me!" the young kiamara squealed as he dashed through the house.
Laughing, a gentle female responded, "Oh, you're too fast for me!"
The mother and son ran loops through the kitchen, around the living room, into the dining room, up the stairs, through the bedrooms, and out the bathrooms before repeating the process again.
Giggling, the young boy ran into his father's study. Although he knew his dad would not be pleased, he also knew that it was a great place to hide.
Ignoring his father's frustrated scowl, the boy dove behind a large loveseat. He could hear his mom in the hallway, and didn't have time to find another hiding place. Strangely, though, his mother did not come in after him.
Five minutes of ducking behind the furniture later, the boy stuck his head out, looking for his father. Somehow his dad had left the room without him noticing? The boy crept out of the room, and inched his way down the stairs. They wouldn't play this kind of joke on him, would they?
Peeking into the kitchen, the boy screamed. A kiamara stood over his mother and father, who cowered in their chairs. Hearing the boy, the kiamara turned and lashed out, knocking the child unconscious. By the time he would wake up, his parents would be gone.

The blow to his head had caused Gambit to lose some of the memories of his parents. For example, he couldn't remember their names. Or what they looked like. Or what his real name was. Even though these questions could have been easily answered by photographs and record books, Gambit refused to learn them.
Now is where the dice come in.
Gambit, having passed through multiple foster homes and suffering from a traumatic experience, had been granted a wish from the foundation which gave sickly and poor children a single wish to do whatever they pleased. While others may go to Disney, the young Gambit had a much more mature one.
The dice themselves, which were given to him by his first foster home, contained a small portion of the ashes of his parents. This is where the foundation came in. They had the dice modified and filled one with his mother's ashes and one with his father's.

Standing, Gambit gathered his dice and walked away. The time was 3:17 P.M. The hour he sat was the hour of his final farewell to the faces he couldn't even remember. The house? The house was formerly a church, which had been the site of his parent's wedding. The place was now a dump, though, and the only beings living in it were the raccoons and rats who gnawed their own way in through the roof.
Although it may seem morbid, Gambit's dice are his sole remaining connection to the world his lost. Every time he rolled them, Gambit would try his hardest to bring the faces of his parents to his mind. Although he has yet to succeed, Gambit will never stop trying. The dice are his portal to a world of possibility.

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sta.sh
above is a file of all art of Gambit
the name of the file is the artist who made the art <3
please take some time to go through, there is some
art not used on my form but shown there!

i would like to thank basically everyone
you were all so awesome, it was fun to get to know a
new community!! uvu
but Gambit would be my first kia, and he is also the
first kia i am seriously trying for, so wish me luck!!

i would like to specially thank a few specific people for helping me with my form;;
cupcake frosting - for being my informant on the Kia stuff
hobbit geek - for the art and the moral support
beatnik - for being my eyes when i was on my phone
firefly - for also assisting as my eyes when i was on my phone