[BlueStar ThunderClan]

Username: ella is cool
Name:dark eye
Gender:male
Personality:mysterious
History(Childhood - Teenager - Adult):teenager
Relationships:none
Imagination VS Reality:Imagination
Art (Min 2 pieces):first adotion free

[Qualeo]

Tiki's info hs been adde d- aka the baies twin <3

[Offended Cockatiel]

"People always underestimate those in diamonds and furs darling. Don't they?"

Username: Byteme
Name: Siggy
Nickname/s: Sigs, Sig, Missy, little miss, Elizabeth, miss tulip
Gender: Genderfluid-- feminine pronouns preferred

Personality: Siggy is an up and up who likes to flaunt her placement, she is a natural socialite, easily entrancing people with her social prowess. Never one to truly dirty her hands, she instead creates ways around her troubles, by forming stories so intricate and vivid that she almost falls for them herself Sigs runs around pretending to get things done until she actually does. She avoids the thought of stress as if the implication itself is too over bearing, even though she has the acclivity to find most of the pain brought on to be worth the endpoints perfection. Without worries, she feels inclined to live her life baring a golden eyed view, seeing the beauty of all situations with a smirk and raise of the hand. Siggy has a tendency to get ahead of herself and jump around on tasks when she shouldn't, leaving a trail of messy, disorganized plans that she never finishes. Many of the paths she follows have an air of mockery and fascination to them, as if, if her life weren't to have derisable unlawfulness it would just be a bore. Even though most of her plans are left here or there, lightly thrown litter for other to clean up, what she does finish has an air of one-upmanship. Her perfectionistic qualities make for someone who'd rather do things beautifuly and artfully than at all. In this way she is quite murcurial. Spreading beautiful white lies into others minds, Siggy has a controlling complex, an addiction to be one step above and to know how to manipulate all around her. Truly a sterling creator of stories, with an ability to form images and ideas of allure to interest others, and with a a way of speaking that has people swooning for her words, this enchantingly decked out wonder begins to blind all using her stratagems.

History:

Childhood -"Figuring out the world with amity and calamity."

Pure imagination- song

It all started out careful and soft, Siggy would run around following her siblings' every step, taking Tiki with her to roam, sitting with her daddy's, babbling on about everything that could have possibly happened that day. She was a rambunctious one, would sass her parents from the age of three years, imitating their commands with her tongue sticking out, calling them names, making faces when they weren't looking and, if bad went to worse, stomping her foot for lord knows how long until they or someone listened to what she was trying to say.

Her imagination was one to rival the power of gods, early on she'd make up little missmatched stories about goblins and witches that roamed outside the house, the forest paths that "old, old, old old old warriors" had carved out, the little animals that hid in the corners of the Tranquility waiting to be saved and snuggled.

She'd take her sisters hand each day, grining wide, whisking her off to follow in her little made up adventures. She was never the scaredy cat, in fact, no, she took it to another level, she was the girl who'd go into the deep, dark and spooky crevices, bringing up dust behind her movements, partially talking about all of the things she could find if she slipped in further as she went. She loved sneaking through small spaces and finding new places, so it took her no time to find just about every good hiding spot in the house that she could get to. By any circumstance, do not play hide and seek with her, do not risk that. It ended up becoming a sort of rule in the house, no hide and seek. Although her sneaky little ways only followed her outside the home when it couldn't be in.

She'd grab Tiki by the arm and laugh, running across the street and towards the neighbours yards, she'd find little treasures here and there and act as if they were important things to her, making them another part of her story. If any of the neighbours opened their windows they would hear the light pitter patter of Siggy's feet upon cement followed by "Tiki, Tiki, Tiki! Come see this!" A soft little voice filled with life and electricity. She was no homebody, but was one to follow her own light, almost blindly.

She traced in her older siblings tradition of stealing oranges from their near by neighbours tree, as soon she could find enough items to put under her feet, she would reach towards branches hoarding handfuls of oranges, one by one bright oranges falling from the cracks in her grip and plopping to the ground. Young Siggy would dash away with her evidence still there, placing the oranges before Tiki and pressing a finger to her lips. "Sssh."

She did many things for the adventure itself and not for what the end result brought for her. She'd run back and move away the lawn mower, crates and everything that had helped her reach the oranges so that her neighbour didn't know, and give the oranges to her siblings. She didn't very much like citrus fruits anyway.

Siggy was much more of a hands on learner, much more for dancing gracefully and forming pictures in the real world than figuring out math questions and remembering which leader did what in that year.

At school the sisters were placed together, for better or for worse, and it became extremely evident that Tiki was one step above Siggy in all she did. If Siggy learned to count to fifty Tiki was already at one-hundred, when Siggy finished the question she hadn't understood before Tiki would almost be done all of them, each and everything they did ended with Tiki getting all of the praise. Siggy soon grew sick of it, without even understanding why.

Class work had her bored and uncomfrotable leaving Sig to daydream and make up stories about where she wished to be instead of where she was. She'd fall behind little by little, until her tricky little scheme of acting sad to get Tiki to help her excessively worked. Her sister usually one upped her when it came to the school scenes, so Sigs would copy Tikis work in class and at home and hide from papa Pockys irritation., leaving all of her extra time to think and imagine extravagances.

Teenager

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"wouldn't it be nice, to just run far away... Where there'd be no one to fail, or disappoint, or save..."

Vegas lights- panic! At the disco

The years passed on as wistfully and quickly as one mite expect.

It was easy to say Siggy didn't make friends too well. Not like her sister, this young girl was much more of an introverted loner than anyone could peg. She found other ways to occupy her time, taking up fashion designing and sketching to keep her mind off of any worries. Sigs was a haywire teen, running towards the Tranquility when her parents weren't at work and towards home when they were. She made a sport out of avoiding her parents. Most of her time was spent out on the town, walking about in high heels, a nice outfit and some pepper spray got her far when added to her boisterous attitude.

Most of the optimism occupying her childhood became wisps of air, she'd still bad mouth her parents but at this age it became much worse. The middle finger seemed to be the most miraculous of inventions, Sigs could use it just about anywhere, it was like what a pen would look like to a writer. The only thing that kept a stable connection between her and her family was really all of her extracurricular classes. At least Pocky approved of those, if anything.

Beside her drawing and fashion interests, she took up gardening, abstract novel creation, different forms of dance, painting and enviromental studies. All of that along with school kept her away from home, though even when she was home her knowledge of hiding spots came in handy often. There was a lot of pent up anxiety and self-consciousness within Sigs, it did not balence well with her sociability but at least it fueled her talents. Brick by brick she created a mold, forming a person skillfully mistake by mistake that she could be okay with.

Her academic life had hit hard from the very beginning, all of her classes revolved around her interests as much as they could, and all those that didn't she ran to her sister for help with. Although never suspended, thank the lord, she had gotten in trouble with her teachers at least once every year, it did no good for her reputation. The gist of it was that she and Pocky were practically lighting firecrackers under each other, trying to figure out how their coexistence really worked when her lack of academic prowess and willingness to try, and his misguided pressure, kicked the whole relationship around. Yet, there was comfort in her discovery of abilities.

Teenage Sigs found that her favorite place to be when at home was on the roof, sketching many things, mainly outfits, by herself. She went year after year like this, up on the rooftop, evading her parents, exploring the Tranquility and the streets, both vastly. Her personality grew along with her, all of those little things her childhood had presented her with. She could spin out excuses and stories like an award winning writer, she loomed towards adventure, her head rose above people and although she avoided talking to most when she did there was this idyllic form of individuality to her voice.

Those qualities didn't get her too far in general, they were all for her and hidden well, just as she was. She'd be flittering on in her own world trying to survive, until a late evening sitting in the Tranquility got her noticed. Pressed into her sketchbook, knees to her chest and feet on the chair, scribbling out a lace covered dress with different skirt lengths she kept looking through pages. The game changer came wile Sigs sipped at a cool drink she was supposed to have been distributing to tables, pushing hair back from her eyes.

"I think that cup is mine," a lady, wearing fake furs and a black satin dress spoke from behind her. Sixteen year old Siggy raised her chin, lifting the cup over her head without turning. "Sorry." Her green eyes barely left her enamoring sketchbook, squinting to see with the woman's shadow cast upon it.

"I was working on a school project... Must have gotten distracted," she lied. Almost as if it was second nature, quite compulsively she thought over her little story, fingers flipping through the book for her actually Fashions class project as an alibi for anyone she knew that could have been watching. What Sigs did not see was the woman cocking a brow at her, examining both the teen and her book.

"That's quite is quite an intricate project." The lady wasn't leaving, instead she leaned an elbow against the back of Sigs' chair, sipping derisively at her drink. "Say, what's your name kid?" It was obvious to say that Siggy had been irritated by the woman back then, although a year or so later she'd adore her more then she could think. "Elizabeth." Another lie, followed by the flipping of a page.

"Alright then Elizabeth, would you mind if I looked over your sketchbook?" A protective Siggy stood from her chair, lightly handing her the book, not needing to start anymore trouble that day. She could still remember it, taken into the moment each time she did, the luminous atmosphere of the Tranquility, the lights cast on the woman's face as she explored page by page an integral part of her identity. It was as if her internal organs were being put into a woodchopper, one by one.

"Wow, these are really good..." She pushed the book to a close, thumb resting on the part of the cover with Sigs' name written on it. "Siggy." Smirking, looking her over, pale cream beaded sandals, turquoise and white button up shirt, black leggings and all, the woman added, "You seem to have an eye for fashion..." She gifted to Sig a small white card. "Lucian Cremenu, nice to meet you." Extending a hand for Siggy to shake Lucian flashed her new-met companion a teasing looking. "I run a fashion based modeling and designing company. Maybe you can come hit it up instead of taking my drinks little miss waitress. Tell them Lulu sent you or whatever." After Siggy blinkingly put her palm against the others, shaking hands, Lucian turned with a wave of farewell.

Adulthood

"Little miss tulip, would you find it in your core to open up your petals... Just a little bit more?

For Siggy adulthood is the new experience. Upon taking up Lucians offer the little miss learned how to handle thing in a better manner. Understanding her skills, learning new tactic, become a master at swaying people's emotions in a miraculously short amount of time all led any of her hermit like ways to be wrapped up nicely in a beautifuly presented package.

After submitting herself, albeit quite hesitantly, to the fashion program Lucian works on, at the age of 17 her showmanship seemed to blossom, it almost grew enough to take over her body. It was a well made facade, one that she dressed up and prepped up gorgeously, becoming immersed in the newly expanding being she had come to find in only a few short days. In all honesty, this was a fresh and surprising thing to see from the long timed recluse, but it was more of a realization of her own abilities, rather than a magical gain of them.

Finding that she had to let some of her old ways waver to get farther made her the little perfectionist she is today. If she was going to exert her energy it would be done to perfection and nothing less, or it just wouldn't be done at all. Ending up showing more and more of her products to the people around her in gala presentation set up by the program and via Lucian's recommendation gave her much more to talk about, it let her feel the thrill of spinning out intricately woven stories, that certainly got others attention, for a wider apaudiance. And the more socialization she did, the more she knew and amazed the more stories she could fix up and tell. Because of this Siggy found that any situation could be salvaged, fixed to her amusement, and give her levay on where her confidence layed.

At the age of 20, spending 3 years honing and finitely creating a show-girl out of herself shook around just about her and everyone she knew, although that isn't to say her relationships have gotten better. It is more that, she can handle them in a much more positive way. Seeing them from an optimistic, usually quite amusing view.

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Playlist:
Maria and the Diamonds- I am not a robot
Marina and the Diamonds- Oh no
Adam Lembert- Evil in the night[Nightcore]
Smash mouth- All star
Eliza Rickman- a pretty little head

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Relationships:

Khajiit: As a child Siggy was the most partial to Khajiit out of anyone in the family, feeling severely tender and safe near him she took all that he said to heart, and could get easily hurt by any small or picky criticism he had on her behalf. Watching him get arrested, and only understanding it truly after years of maturing, honestly changed nothing about how Siggy felt about her father. Although she held his arrests above him as overly self-defensive insults later on when she shouldn't have, she still cared extremely about him, and to this day does. Even if she may cassually speak of his general faults derogatorily here or there near her siblings. Whenever she goes to visit her dads she picks up some of her siblings' old books from their rooms and sits with her daddy reading them to him. She goes on grinning and pretending as if she still doesn't know he can't read and acts as if she just really wants to read the old books to him, like she did ever since she was a little kid with no knowledge of her daddy's inability. Back then it was only so that he didn't get lonely when papa Pocky was reading to her siblings.


Pocky: Considering how little Siggy cared for books at a young age and the fact that she usually avoided school work completely, sitting beside her sister and working off of her so as to not feel bad about her lacking skill in the academical department, she and her papa butt heads on a regular. Because of Pockys strictness, especially with homework, along with Siggys discomfort brought on by being told what to do, how to do it and how it could be improved she was always finding hiding places to get away from him for a little wile. She was somewhat hard to handle as a child and became quite the ne'er-do-well as she aged into her teens, seeming to spite Pockys words just because of his seemingly over the top affection with academic related items and how she could not comply. To this day parts of Pockys behavior make Siggy acutely exasperated and self-conscious. All that left to the side she still loves her papa as much as she can. Pocky, over all, has taught her how to balence a grounded mind with her own free-willed self. He got her interested in reading, made her understand what to think over, and created a person who worked until someone or something died before giving up. Nowadays, because of him she reads herself a bed time story taken from up in her bookshelf every night, and has created a varied collection of reading material.

Reginhart: Regin is the person Siggy was never fully sure on how to be around, understanding him was like trying to create an image out of puzzle pieces when you didn't even know what the image was. The whole relationship is touch and go and has been for the past decade. Although little Siggy has always admired her elder brother the game she had to play to get his trust as a kid never really was her cup of tea, leaving her to follow him around as a moppet until she became apathetic to his distancing behavior. Over the years whenever near each other she was aloof and he was grumpy, a sort of ritual that became almost habitually unforgetable for the two of them. Although her lack of care may be apparent it is also a great facade, all of that time trying go understand Cooper made Sig knowledgable of his tropes and trusting of him. Siggy likes to follow in his traditions, taking great interest in how he acts and why he acts like that. His mindset, the great miraculous mystery. There is a spectrum of respect and mockery when it comes to these two. Siggy will walk up to her brother and fix his clothes wile rolling her eyes at his words. Adoring his fashion sense, and more so the fact that he's got one, she gives him tips on it weekly "No, no... Not this with that, turquoise undershirt and black suit jacket, try these rings they match the buttons, roll up the sleeves more..."

Tovitaan: First hand their relationship seems quite neurotic, they're either all in or all out. As a younger sibling, Siggy looked up to Tovi like she was a part of the sky, but that has simpered with age. Tovi's confidence and Siggy's individuality have never gotten along as they should have. At first it was awe inspiring, she'd follow her elder sister around step by step figuring out how her independence and strength worked, so that she could grow up in a similar way. It was easily annoying but at least it had an air of positivity to it, she'd tell Tovi stories when she wasn't busy, bring her oranges and hop onto her lap asking if she could be taught how to play video games like Tovitaan did. Honestly, she was quite close to Tovi at a young age, but that relationship 180'd like a motorcycle doing a world famous trick in the air. By the time puberty hit Tovi was old news, Siggy began to associate her with their blue eyed father, she had standards and Siggy wasn't willing to comply with them. An irritation to just hearing Tovi's name formed in Sigs, she became extremely defensive whenever compared to her, trying to avoid her sister commanding voice and altogether being estranged from her became a hobby. At the age of 20 most of Siggys disgust for Tovi has left her for a gentled awkwardness of sorts.


Tiki: There is an atmosphere of ease between Tiki and Siggy that has been there since they were just little babs. Wether it be copying her homework or showing Tiks, an infantiley coined name, her new outfit ideas Siggy knows there are things she only trusts her sister with. Wile all of the strength she shows seems to become just another thing out the window when these two are together, the twins seem to be connected at the hip in a subtle way, a hidden part of her identity almost always shown when near Tiks. Sigs has gotten used to telling Tiki just about anything and everything that is going on in her life, it's almost a habitual thing, as if Tiki is another part of herself, a limb, and in no way could she betray her trust. This she believes fully. Through Siggys teenage rebellion Tiki was the only one she communicated with willingy on a day to day basis, wether it be wile stealing class notes or talking about their day these two made it basic criteria to be near each other and understand each other. At least that is Siggys view on their relationship. She is not able to lie to Tiki, ignore her for longer than half an hour, blame her or avoid telling her whatever important thing happened in her day, she feels a sort of pain lessening relaxation when spending time with her forever companion. Tending to drag Tiki around carelessly for as long as she could remember, and being quite different from her only made Siggy more loving of her sister. She was, and still is tolerant, a gentle girl who didn't try to make messes or bother people, with positive qualities Sigs had trouble finding within herself. To this day she'll call her sister whenever something big happens in her life, feeling a sense of calmness listening to Tiki's surprise.


Imagination VS Reality: Imagination is Siggys strongsuit, she was born into it, savored it, and breathed it since her simplest of memories could be formed. Although she holds a well placed head dear, strategizing the world around her and keeping herself stable with it, it does not take the importance that imagination does. Her imagination keeps the happiness Siggy contains blooming, it lights the path in everything she does and when negativity strikes it is her backup generator to get through the darkness. Without her imagination she would be left with just a bland form of herself, an identity that had lost the thing that had made it everything that it was. Because of this, Siggy protects her ideas like they are her children, for she sees an unrivaled beauty in them, natural and able to lead her blindly.

Although her sense of reality and her imaginative mind balence out generally, thanks to both of her fathers' teachings, ably keeping her from falling off the spectrum one way or another, Sigs would rather lose herself in her imagination and never be found again, as bitterly happy as that may seem, than to come into the real 100% and create herself into it blandly and stably.

Tattoos: Siggy, from the age of 19 and onward, will gain for herself 7 tattoos.
Mind you, all of her tattoos took her months to decide on, they are a representation of her in a brilliant and lovely way, almost like little secret stories all in themselves.
Her first tatto was around a month after her 19th birthday- on her upper back, the simple words "Life can't be all of the glamour you find in magazines" This tattoo was the most eradicatedly decided upon, the words she heard at Lulu's fashion studio and couldn't forget made themselves permanent on her skin.
Her second tattoo, taking her a good five months to come up with is on her neck, flourishing pink flowers around two closed eyes that span around her neck.
Thirdly, Siggy got a set of tattoos on both of her ankles- These two took her about a year and a half to figure out, she drew the idea image up herself, getting notes of what could be added by the fashion crew at the studio and by her family at home. On her left ankle an expanse of trees span out, a small forest that changes through all four seasons traversing from one side to the other. On her right leg, a group of different feathers- one feather each identical to a member of her family. A single feather for Tiki, Tovi, Regin, Khajiit, Pocky and herself all tied up in a loose yet neat bundle by a little ribbon. There is though room for more feathers do be added in, as her fsmily grows this memento will too.
Her forth tattoo, around her wrist, is a set of two dancing dolls in a music box, both very elegant in their own way, a ballerina and a hip-hop artist.
Lastly, a tattoo on her lower back to commemorate a cause, a bundle of colourful ribbons that appear to be almost in the shape of a flame have the words "Fight for good causes" written on them.

Art (Min 4 pieces):

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I'm sorry that my peices of art are not fully complete, I hope you can still enjoy the reading process. qvq

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[rottenmutt]

Username: S y k e s
Name: Carina "Little darling"; translates in latin.
Gender: Female.
Personality: kid(kind, sharing, loving.) teenager(betrayed and became harsh and ruthless) adult(started to become kinder but mroe shy)
History(Childhood - Teenager - Adult):
Relationships:
Imagination VS Reality: reality.
Art (Min 3 pieces):


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[Metanoia-]

Ｎｏ ｏｎｅ ｃａｎ ＳＴＯＰ ＭＥ

Ｆｏｒ ｏｎｌｙ Ｉ ａｍ ｉｎ ＣＯＮＴＲＯＬ

Ｉｆ ｙｏｕ ｗａｎｔ ｍｅ ,
Ｙｏｕ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ ｃｏｎｔａｃｔ ＭＹ ＰＥＯＰＬＥ

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Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ→ Vantas.

Nᴀᴍᴇ→ Wren

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ→ Cis Female

Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ→ Homosexual Demiromantic

Tʜᴇᴍᴇ Sᴏɴɢ→ Don't Mess With Me by Temposhark

Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ→ Capricorn

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Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ→ Spunky and spontaneous, Wren looks up to Reginhart, Khajiit, and Pocky. She doesn't take after one more than the other but rather she's a little bit of both her fathers; she has the cunning skills and ability to steal without being caught as Khajiit and the knowledge and wisdom of the world and books as Pocky. She's smart, able, but what could she possibly learn from her older sibling? To go big or go home, brutal honesty, how to "get the girl", and that being a technical criminal doesn't mean you can't care about or love anyone. Wren is the tomboy rebel rock girl that is just the perfect little actress; even if you thought she was capable of anything criminal at first, she can easily convince otherwise thus making it easy for her to go under the radar.
She's not perfect unfortunately, the only one she can't sly out from is Khajiit. He's conflicted on how he feels of her and her actions alongside of her brother following in his footsteps. Wren can also be reckless at times when it comes to talking with others. She tends to show off quite a bit without giving too much of her true self away. Her bottled up emotions boil up inside her, making her burst out in anger at simple things and hurt others before they get close to her. She is protective of her family, and is especially hateful towards Reginhart's girlfriend, Augustine. Wren has been trying to get rid of Augustine for months, pinning petty accidents done around the house on her, creating arguments between the couple, spilling false rumors to upset her fathers, and even countless more acts of mischief and mayhem.

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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ→ Wren has always seen her brother as the perfect role model. Following Reginhart around was one of her favorite things to do as a baby and copy a lot of his actions and words which has unfortunately gotten her in quite some trouble from time to time. She has always had such a strong bond with him, they love each other so much that she has become extremely jealous and overprotective of him. She would follow him to his dates, sneaking out at night just to find out where he was going, eavesdrop on his conversations, and just be a constant spy. As much as this has annoyed him, he's never said anything. Pocky has caught her on a number of times and would promptly sit her in time-out only for her to scream and throw very large tantrums constantly. This is part of what triggered a line of trouble throughout her lifetime.
As she grew older, Wren would begin to start purposefully breaking things in a series of experiments to determine how she would get away with certain things. Reginhart would occasionally show her the proper way of pinning the damage on someone else while hiding far enough away from the scene to make it seem like she had nothing to do with it. She would constantly practice at home to the point where if something broke they would constantly assume it was her and nine out of ten times be right, so she moved her studies to other places like school or other public areas where she perfected her newly learned technique.
Years and years of this escalated into Wren starting to steal. This was the next step in line to becoming successful in her book. She would steal from her parents' wallets, steal from stores, steal from her siblings' rooms, and sell any items in efforts for more money where she would squirrel it away for some future endeavors. She taught herself how to break into a room or building without tripping any system of alarms, the hard way, and she soon was able to "James Bond" her way in and out of places. Her teenage years were filled with trips to the local Juvenile Hall occasionally, but soon the trips started to thin away as she became better at what she did.
As an adult, Wren sneaks out with her brother and still robs places, but she has been planning to take things to the next level. She's been selling counterfeit items, assaulting people for money, and not once has been caught doing anything. She still has the petty need to protect her brother and when the majority of her time isn't spent doing crime, it's spent making his girlfriend Augustine's life a living hell. Wren will harass her until she's at the point of breaking down crying, and will do anything to get rid of her. "I have to protect him, she could hurt him! I don't want that jerk to touch him ever again. Not if I can help it. Just you wait."

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Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs→ As stated, Wren is very overprotective of Reginhart and does everything in her power to follow him and keep him safe. He loves her with all his heart and takes her under his wing, but he's also had a large amount of cases where he feels very disappointed in her behavior. Wren looks to Reginhart as someone she wants to be molded like and will still spend time trying to copy him so that way she'll end up being just like him as she grows more and more each day.
Khajiit is so torn with his daughter, he's confused whether to feel proud or disappointed in her. In the end, he ends up being the one tongue-tied asking Pocky to help subdue her in various situations and paying for her bail money whenever she gets in trouble. He loves Wren more than anything but he just can't get over the feeling like there's a reason to her behavior and he wants more than anything to help her.
Pocky on the other hand has been worn down tired of his daughter that he thinks her taking a field trip to the nearest prison just to walk around and see what it's like in there to make her rethink her actions. He tries his best to correct Wren's behavior to no avail, and has eventually given up and passed the baton to Pocky.
However with her other siblings, Wren has pretty much been nothing but a nuisance. They don't pay much mind to her, but she does occasionally hear the disgruntled mumbles of annoyance at some of the things she does.
As for anyone outside the family, she doesn't talk much to others so she doesn't know them too well except that they do frown down on her an awful lot.

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Iᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ VS Rᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ→ Wren is more of a reality type of girl, making sure everything is practical and staying focused on all she does. She's very serious and has absolutely no time for nonsense, the only time she lets loose a little imagination is when she's writing out blueprints, maps, or plan strategies. If someone is acting silly around her she will quickly and swiftly end the behavior in whatever way she can, ranging from moving away to making them cry.

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Lɪᴋᴇs→ Sneaking around, stealing, throwing things at people, following Reginhart, getting Augustine in trouble, swimming, running through the woods, reggae music, mango smoothies, horror movies, the night, the city, creating traps and systems of means that would stop anyone from entering her room.

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Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs→ Getting caught, long lectures, falling, sitting around doing nothing, romance movies and novels, public displays of affection, bright days, rats, farms, ballet, opera, classical music, pop music, gymnastics, documentaries, failed traps.

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Oᴛʜᴇʀ Aʀᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ→ x x

Hello, I'm Vantas. and I am a non-owner of the Kiamara species. I'm not fantastic at art or making forms so I hope you enjoy what I have here. Good luck to everyone<3
Art done by me, first headshot by Rei on FF.

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Ｉｎ ｍｙ ＣＲＯＷＮ Ｉ ａｍ ＫＩＮＧ

Ｉ ｌｏｖｅ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｅｎｄｌｅｓｓ

ＷＯＲＳＨＩＰＰＩＮＧ

[Qualeo]

I'm going to maybe do an extension but this time I'm putting it up to vote.

Drop me an ask on my ask.fm for whether or not you'd like an extension - I'll decide by the end of tonight based on the majority opinion!

http://ask.fm/StarsandKias

[Qualeo]

The official end date is tomorrow 15th , at 12 midnight central time. I won't be awake so there won't be a post - but edits past that time will disqualify you.

I looked at all the opinions and a majority were in favor of no extension. So I will be going with that

[Metanoia-]

I forgot to say that I was a non-owner in my form, does that disqualify me or am I still alright?