[Risa_Nezu]

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[Co-eh]
Ѧɛαиιиɢ ;; Voice
Ѳяιɢιи ;; Japanese
Ǥɛи∂ɛя ;; male ♂ // bisexual
Δɢɛ;; 24 years old
Ƭнɛмɛ ƨσиɢƨ ;;
Lion - Hollywood Undead
Outside - Hollywood Undead
Believe- Hollywood Undead
Wait for me - Rise Against
♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ The Messenger - Linkin Park

Ɩ αм α ˩ισи αи∂ Ɩ ωαит тσ вɛ ғяɛɛ

βαcκƨтσяʏ
Alright, I admit I was a rebel. I always wanted to escape from home, from my parents. I thought I could get along perfectly alone. I thought being alone meant freedom. Today I know that being alone can mean both, freedom but also deep loneliness. Well, I've found a way to fight that frustrating feeling of loneliness. Music heals. Now I don't feel lonely anymore.
I didn't need my music back then. I concentrated on being one hell of a son. I rarely talked to my parents, came home late at night and left again early in the morning. They didn't seem to care at all, so one day before my 16th Birthday I decided to leave home forever.
Most of the time I hung up with my "friends", which meant we were damaging busses, stealing, getting drunk or making other kinds of trouble. We were proud of being called troublemakers. When I became eighteen years old I had been to prison twice.
Since the day I got blind, none of them has talked to me again. I had become useless.
I'm making my way alone now. I've learned to deal with my blindness and my music brings me enough money for staying alive. I'm fine with my situation, whatever, I wouldn't want it any other way.

Ɩ cαи'т вɛℓιɛʌɛ тнαт ωнɛи Ɩ вяɛαтнɛ
Ƭнɛяɛ'ƨ ƨσмɛтнιиɢ ɢσσ∂ ιиƨι∂ɛ σғ мɛ
Ĵʋƨт σиɛ ɢσσ∂ тнιиɢ ιиƨι∂ɛ σғ мɛ...

Ѳʋя нɛαятƨ, σʋя нɛαятƨ, тнɛʏ'яɛ вɛαтιиɢ ιи тнɛ ∂αяκ!

Ƨσмɛ ɛʏɛƨ αяɛ иσт мɛαит тσ ƨɛɛ
I had seen them. The men. They looked tall, dark and threatening. I had watched them follow that young kiamara girl to the back room, when she wanted to get a new bottle of Whiskey. She was really pretty, and really young. Maybe out of curiosity, maybe out of pure foolishness I got up from my seat and made my way to the small door at the other end of the club. I was so drunk, I couldn't even walk straight through the room but I still remember every detail of that night. When I opened that door carefully, I could already hear someone breathing heavily. At first, it was too dark for my eyes to see but soon I got used to the darkness. In the darkest corner I sensed a motion and suddenly all the warmth seemed to run out of my body. Wasn't that the shine of a blank knife in the pale light that came in through the clearance between door frame and door leaf? They- they want to kill her It was the only thought that rushed through my mind at that moment. And then I have to do something about it! But instead of throwing my body over the man to prevent him from stabbing her, I stood still and couldn't move a whisker. There was such a heavy tension in the air that I was barely able to breathe.
Suddenly a bottle dropped to the floor right next to me and burst into millions of broken pieces. The sound woke me up somehow. I stood there, pressed on the wall, unable to move. Still unseen. Swallowing hard I tried to figure out a way to get out of this situation. There was blood on the floor. The young kia was screaming for help but I couldn't move. I've never felt so useless.
A second bottle crashed to the floor and it was like a wake up call for ma body. Without thinking I ran out of that dark room and to the back door. I wanted to leave it all behind. Just get away from everything.

Ɩғ Ɩ ωɛит σʋт тнɛ вαcκ ∂σσя иσвσ∂ʏ ωσʋℓт ƨтσρ мɛ
βʋт ωнɛяɛ ωσʋℓ∂ Ɩ ɢσ?
'Ɔαʋƨɛ Ɩ иɛʌɛя нα∂ α яɛαℓ нσмɛ, ƨσ ωнαт ∂σ Ɩ κиσω...

I ran. My clothes and fur were drenched in rain, but I didn't care. I ran for my life. With my eyes shut I relied absolutely on my ears for orientation and soon I found the end of the city. I felt the ground beneath my feet changing from hard asphalt to sharp crushed rock and then to wet sand. I struggled to the wayside and dropped into the soaked grass.
I never want to see something like that again. I never want to see something like that again. I never want to see something like that again...

Ƨσ Ɩ cσʋℓ∂ κɛɛρ яʋииιиɢ,
Ħι∂ιиɢ 'тιℓ тнɛʏ ғιи∂ мɛ...
βʋт ωнαт ωσʋℓ∂ тнαт ∂σ?
Ɩғ тнɛʏ cσʋℓ∂ σиℓʏ κиσω ωнαт Ɩ κиɛω,
Ɯнαт ωσʋℓ∂ ιт ρяσʌɛ?

I don't know anymore how long I lay there. Maybe a few days, maybe just some hours. I didn't even feel the cold of the rain and the night. I didn't see the moon rise, nor did I see the dawn the next morning. I kept my eyes shut. I didn't want to see anyone, anything.
No, there's noone who wants to be blind. Though, it was my biggest wish at that time. It seemed to be the only way for me. First, I wanted to punish myself for not helping that kia and instead letting her die... and then I wanted to prevent myself from running into such a situation again. I felt so stupid. So useless...
But how do you blind yourself?

In the end it was kinda easy. You just take something sharp and throw it into your eyes until they are damaged enough. I went to the next public washroom and looked into the mirror. The last thing I saw was the distorted reflection of my own miserable face when I punshed it with my fist, then I took one of the shards and drove it into my eyes.

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∂ɛρяɛƨƨιʌɛ ✖ ραяαиσι∂ ✖ ℓσиɛℓʏ
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Ƭнɛ ғιяƨт ʏɛαяƨ тнɛяɛαғтɛя
It was the worst time of my life to come. In the first few months it was hard for me to get along with everything. I became depressive. Paranoid. Always turning my head as if I could see if there was someone behind me, but then finding the same darkness as infront of me. I often ran into other kiamaras. It took some time until I learned to use my ears instead of my eyes to "see".

Ɖσ ʏσʋ ƨɛɛ тнɛ ωσяℓ∂ ιи ∂ιғғɛяɛит cσℓσяƨ?
Ɖσ ʏσʋ ƨɛɛ тнɛ ωσяℓ∂ ιи вℓαcκ αи∂ ɢяαʏ?
Δℓσиɛ ιи ʏσʋя тнσʋɢнтƨ, нσω мαиʏ σтнɛяƨ
нαʌɛ ƨтσσ∂ ωнɛяɛ ʏσʋ ƨтαи∂,
ωнɛяɛ ʏσʋ ƨтαи∂ тσ∂αʏ...?

Ƭнɛ вɛƨт мɛ∂ιcιиɛ
I went through hell. Without money I lived like a hobo on the street, and without the ability of vision I was helpless. I couldn't find any sense in living. I wanted to go suizide. Standing on a bridge, feeling the edge under my toes, I had already said good-bye to my life, when I cought the scent a melody. There was so much emotion in that low-pitched voice that it went straight to my heart. His words brought the tears in my eyes. "When you feel you're alone, cut off from this cruel world, your instinct's telling you to run... Listen to your heart, those angel voices, they'll sing to you, they'll be your guide back home..."

Ɯнɛи ℓιғɛ ℓɛαʌɛƨ ʋƨ вℓιи∂,
˩σʌɛ κɛɛρƨ ʋƨ κιи∂...
Ɩт κɛɛρƨ ʋƨ κιи∂...

I still don't know where the song came from but it saved my life. It was the one thing that took me back to a life worth living. It showed me that мʋƨιc is the best medicine.

After that I changed my whole self. I started talking to the other homeless people and even made a friend, an old man who lived on the street since he was sixteen. He showed me how to play the guitar, I learned how to sing and together we even made enough money for buying a second guitar. But he was old and the life on the street was hard. When I was twenty-two I was on my own again.
However, he has been the only real friend I've ever had, so I sold my guitar to keep his. It's his feather that I carry around with me on my necklace. I'll never forget him.

cσρʏяιɢнт
All art is by me, Risa_Nezu, and will automatically belong to whoever wins this competition.
The quotes are by Hollywood Undead, Rise Against and Linkin Park. Have a look at the theme songs if you want to know from which songs I took them.
The divider is not by me. All rights belong to their rightful owners.

A last word from the artist
It's my first time to really put effort into a form to get a Kiamara, so I'm really sorry if I made any mistakes... I also have to excuse my sometimes bad English ^^' I'm not a "native speaker" //slapped
It was really fun to write this, though ^^ Good luck everyone \(^o^)/

[Galaxy~Nova]

How can one love if they cannot see?

Username: Galaxy~nova
Name: Gale (may change)
Status: non owner
Gender:male

Quiet
Gale is the quiet type. He never talks and many believe he is selectively mute. But there are some who listened and sware they can hear tiny puffs of words float on the air around him.

Artist
He spends his time painting, his strokes are soft and delicate like him.

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[Froas]

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[Evils]

User:
Evils

Name:
Xian Cxieq

Gender:
Biologically Male
is not very interested in males or females

Personality/slight story:

Xian Cxieq, also known as Xian or Cxeiq Man, is fairly secretive. He is known for his mysterious 'tricks' and odd uneven personality. He goes around as if he owns the entire world, he calls ladies his 'Gals' and men his 'Spies', this is because anyone can be dragged into his tricks. He may call you his friend, or even say he may love you, but it is all a lie, he does this to gain what he wants, wealth. Yes, this man is what people would call a 'player' he only uses people, his emotions towards people are all a fraud. Truth is, he is jealous of other kiamara's because he cannot see. He may be blind by sight, but he is not blind through rage. His rage is silent, it is put out in his 'tricks' by taking away what his poor victims love most, mostly their money or family relationships. He does this because he never had this growing up, he was abused by his father and his mother was never there to stop him.
Dreams of whips and his father's angry voice haunt Xian, they have scared him to the point of insanity. This is were we get to his uneven personality; Sometimes, some lucky kiamara's will be warned about Xian's devious tricks and lies by Xian himself, he will seem to come out of a trance and begin to cry, then telling what he planned to do, allowing the confused victim to run as he then has a full out argument with himself.
Xian Cxieq is clinically stated as a maniac with double personality disorder, bipolar, anger issues, and dementia. He often has poor judgment of people due to his rage, he can not think straight at times and will often babble on about his past experiences with his father. None of them quite pleasant.

How Xian became blind:

Xian used to be able to see, he also used to be as kind as he could be. His mother loved him dearly, his father not so much, so when his parents divorced Xian obviously wanted to go live with his mother, but before the court gave either parent custody, his mother wound up ill with cancer and died shortly after. He then was given to his father who abused him after becoming an alcoholic.
One night, in a drunken rage, his father beat Xian so badly the neighbors heard the screams and cries of the poor child and called the police. Xian was sent to the hospital with multiple skin abrasions, cuts, bruises, and bone fractures in his arms, tail, and skull. The doctors had to preform surgery to save the young boy's life, the skull fragments had cut both of Xian's octave nerves, severing his eyes completely from his body. The doctors managed to reattach them but when the boy awoke after surgery, his sight was no longer useful to him. When he left the hospital, the blurriness caused so much pain and agony for him that he stared entranced at the sun the next morning until he became completely blind.

[mulder]

Dear Fellow Traveler...

I was beautiful.
In fact, everything was beautiful.
I was able to see it all, to feel it all. I was a prince blessed with the ability to see the pureness in everything, for I all I knew was good. I was loved by many, and next in line to the throne. To me, everything was redeemable. No matter how evil, there was always the light of goodness. It may be a small sliver, but if you looked hard enough, you could see it. You could see it, and from there it could grow.
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It was that state of mind that caused me this loss.
This bothersome innocence that tailed me for the majority of my life.. I believed so thoroughly that all was truly well, and the good of heart were easy to come by. I wasn't aware of the truly dark-hearted that couldn't see the beauty in the world. I wasn't aware that there were some willing to go to great lengths to rid me of this gift, because they wouldn't stand to see an individual so happy when they were so miserable.
So they stole it from me.
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They lured me deep in the forest, to a misty lake obscured by walls of stone. Vines and mosses crawled along the surface, and trees towered high above our heads. Little slivers of moonlight passed through the leaves, the beams providing little light along the way. With a glint of young mischief in their eyes, the smallest of the group urged me to submerge myself in the lake, claiming that it held some sort of magic.
I didn't believe a word of it, but I decided to humor them anyway. After all, what fun is a killjoy? I dove beneath the mirror-like surface, and as I floated back upward, I noticed a part in the leaves above. The sky was clear, stars glimmering and the full moon big and bright as ever.
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What I didn't realize at the time that the lake they had led me to was the allegedly cursed "Selkie Lake." I doubt that would have stopped me, anyway. Since I didn't believe in evil, the selkie was completely out of the question. Something so manipulative and cunning with such ill intent was so far fetched and laughable- how could such evil exist in such a beautiful world?
But what other explanation could there be?
I was dragged under, the light of the moon fading with every second. I felt my lungs burn and heard my blood rush in my ears like the marching of an army. And I struggled, oh I fought, but shadows were clouding the edges of my vision and slowly advancing until all I saw was total blackness.
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To this day, I'm not too sure about what happened. I don't know who that group was, and how I got out of there alive.
The next day, I woke up in a warm bed somewhere in the castle- my room, presumably- with the staff aiding to my every need. I didn't open my eyes for a while, my eyelids felt too heavy.
But when I finally did, the image of that radiant full moon flickered for a moment, then faded away to nothingness.
And all I did was scream.

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Username: wander
Name: Prince Caelum Cedric Dovekie (CAY-luhm CEH-dric DOH-veh-kee)
Gender: male

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