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What is a Keardor?
A Keardor, also known as a Kear, is an aerial species of large feline with extremely powerful hind legs and large, plumy tails. They are very fast, and can match a cheetah's speeds when sprinting. They have dorsal manes, starting at their heads and ending midway down their backs. Though the front of it falls forwards, the back sticks almost straight up. The front is never long enough to hang past the chin, as it gets in the way when moving about. Keardors are feathered, as if a few thousand more years will take them to the skies, but since they have no way of actually flying, they only serve to attract potential mates. Keardors have adapted the ritual of wearing feathers. A young Kear must prove his or her worth by leaping into the air to capture a bird in flight to attain them. Kears may have anywhere from two to five feathers to prove it accomplished this task.

been wanting to do this idea :o
colors for this little lady were chosen by my lovely girlfriend :D hope you all like!

this girl is very vain and has unusually long hair as she refuses to keep it short; this means she has failed the proving trial many, many times due to her vision being thrown off
so, where did she get the tattered feather she now wears? to win, tell me! no word limit, but I would prefer it be longer than just a few sentences

no word limit or extras limit, go crazy bros!
this Kear identifies as female; her born gender can be whatever you want~

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story behind the feather; wip with her fighting a foe for her mother.

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Cojinxleafbelle
name;
Zoey
gender;
Female
personality traits:
Vain - Narcissistic - Mean - Clever
talent(s):
Rapping
story behind the feather;
"Oh, what a fool!" Zoey hissed, rolling her eyes. "Thinking they could surpass me in a battle of superiority? Hah!" She laughed a cruel laugh. Zoey loved it when things went her way. Being the cold-hearted narcissist she is, Zoey only hangs out with most stunning Keardors; stunning as in, gorgeous in the appearance department. Recently, a rather misfit and bedraggled Keardor had attempted to fight her with words to save her dignity and stolen feather. However, the poor girl was no match for Zoey's sharp tongue.
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I have to find some way to get one of those dumb feathers without doing that stupid test... Zoey thought as she walked down a crowded street. it was then that she spotted it; a tattered, black feather. However, it was attached to an equally tattered Keardor. a smirk appeared on Zoey's face as she trotted over and simply tore the feather off the string it had been attached to. The Keardor jumped in surprise. "H-Hey! Give that back!" It shouted trying to retrieve it from Zoey, who stepped just out of reach. To her displeasure, the Keardor fell flat on her face, only to hear Zoey snicker as she walked away. After getting back on her feet, the Keardor chased after her, running into her back half. Zoey let out a hiss, turned around slashed at the other, all in one quick movement. "You want your feather back so bad? Fight me for it!" She snapped, anger flaring up in her eyes. "I won't fight you with claws, i'll fight you with your flaws, for words can hit with power of a hundred saws." The Keardor replied, a bit nervous. Is this chick really trying to start a rap battle? With me? Hah! Zoey thought to herself. She smirked and spoke her verse. "Let's talk about power, I'd beat you any hour, I'm here to watch you cower, compared to you, I stand higher than a tower, so you'd best run home, little sunflower." She hissed as others began to gather around. The other Keardor gulped and tried to retaliate. "Being a bully will get you no where, to others like me it isn't quite fair, that you steal because you can't get in the air, even though you would if you'd just cut your hair, you are not selfless, are you care about is flair, and I bet if you saw your soul, it'd give you quite a scare!" The Keardor's verse rang out, more confident this time. Zoey was annoyed that this random Keardor was doing well, so she decided to try harder. "Oh, I see, you think you're better than me! Insult my hair and it's amazing flair, and least mine doesn't look like it was styled by a bear! When it comes to stares, they stare at you 'cause you're as gorgeous as chair, and they stare at me, 'cause my beauty is rare! I live in a mansion and you live in a sewer, let's face it sunflower, you're no better than a skewer!" She finished her verse. The Keardor was a bit hurt, but she had to go on. "Zoey, Zoey, you wonder why you're lonely? You're mean and you're cruel, and somehow you think it's cool, I don't mind where I live, and my hair may make people stare, but at least I don't stumble over it like an injured hare! My soul is kind, and insults I don't mind, at least I won't be hated 'till the end of time!" The Keardor was just about done; finding words was becoming to hard. Zoey was ready to finish this. She began her final verse. "Hated 'till the end of time? You're a broken wind chime, who doesn't even own a dime, so I'm not surprised, you're covered in slime, can't compare with the sublime, and when it comes to insults, all you do is just mime, unable to except, that you can't win this rhyme, so for the reasons stated above, this feather is MINE." Her verse hit the Keardor ear's like a cymbal. She had nothing else to say, so in a broken hearted mess, she simply ran away. Zoey smiled a twisted smile and triumphantly looked at her newly acquired feather. "Ah, it's soooo good to be me." She chuckled and walked back home, prepared to tell her family about her accomplishment.

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USERNAME
TigerDogFoundation
NAME
May
GENDER
Identifies as female, designated male at birth.
FEATHER STORY
May had finally beat that idiotic proving trial or whatever the heck it was called. It was stupid anyway. But it was tradition or something, so she had to do it. It had been soooooo dumb. But at least she finally had these fabulous feathers now. She decided to finally give herself a break and take a walk through the forest so she could gloat to herself over her victory. It'd taken forever to finally catch a bird, after all. She'd failed the trial more times than she'd like to admit. It was, what, twenty-five times now? Oh, well, she'd stopped counting a while back. The fem tossed her hair back and straightened up as if to impress the trees or something. It wasn't as if anyone was there to watch her. Oh, well. It was sort of a habit, even if she was by herself. The Keardor always had to look her best. She strode forest into the woods with her head held high and her tail swinging proudly behind her. The feline thought she remembered there being a berry bush somewhere around her. Perhaps she'd try to find that. May paused to scent the air, looking for the faint tang of fruit. Smelling none, she continued forward, gray eyes sweeping the sunlit grove. Dappled sunlight danced across the ground and the canopy rustled gently above. She didn't care about the little details, though. All she could thin about was how amazing it had been when she finally snagged the avian out of the air at the proving trial. Caught up in her own conceited memories, the Kear didn't notice there was a bush in front of her until she whacked into it. Spluttering, May stumbled backwards. A caw of alarm reached her ears as a crow flew out of the bush and landed on a low-hanging tree branch nearby.
"What the heck was that for!?" he cawed, blinking beady eyes at the other creature at tilting his head at the intruder. He'd just been collecting some berries when Wham! This fool came and practically knocked the freaking bush over.
"Watch who you're talking to, dumb bird!" May retorted, scowling and running a paw through her precious hair. Now it was all messed up thanks to this jerk!
"You're the one who crashed into me!" the feathered fowl countered.
"Whatever. You messed up my hair. You're just lucky I don't kill you now. Now let me get some berries before I turn you into prey." May scoffed, tossing her hair once before before approaching the bush.
"Hey, wait a second. You can't take berries from my bush, especially after you shoved me." the crow said, landing on her head.
"It's not your bush! And I can if I want to. Now get out of my hair, pest!" she replied, swatting him away.
"No! It's my bush!" he squawked, flying in her face and pecking at her.
"You asked for this!" May screeched as she snagged the bird with her claws and pinned him to the ground. "Hmm... How would it feel to be featherless bird?" she asked with a smirk before forcefully plucking a single feather from the crow. In response, he shouted and struggle before managing to wrench himself out of her grasp and fly away as fast as he possibly could. May chuckled slightly as she watched him go before examining the feather in her hand. She actually sort of liked the way it looked. Perhaps she'd keep it as a souvenir. May attached it to the end of her tail before turning but to the bush before her. It was a bit crushed, but there were still lot of scrumptious berries left. Finally, she could get what she came for.
PERSONA
May is very Vain and acts like a Diva. She's a drama queen and is always concerned about her appearance. She tries to look and act as feminine as possible for fear that someone might still think she's a guy. She can be paranoid about this, spending hours a day on her hair and adjusting her hair flower so it looks just right. May can also be very off-putting, since she's so sassy and tends to obsess over stupid little things. She's also just generally mean and acts like your stereotypical popular girl. She tries to be nice, she really does, but she's sensitive and really defensive, so it's hard to get close to her. She acts of as she's the queen, but in reality she doesn't have many friends. She feels alone and isolated at times, but usually manages to cheer herself up.

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username; Splatter
name; Tanika
gender; Female
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Due to her vision not as good as it used to be, she stayed at home many times.
She longed to go outside without having to crash into something or get yelled at even though all was
an accident. She didn't want to get glasses for the fear of being different even though she herself
knew that being different could prove to be a good thing. She refused to wear contacts to change
her eye color. Fearing it may get stuck in her eye or cause many complications for her to lose her sight
completely. She is not fully blind though however it's under 20/20. Her friends urged her to get help but
she'd end up having to be told to wear something she didn't want to. Few months passed and she
wasn't getting any happier with the condition. Then one day, she found some falcons. The one
who sold them gave on to her free of charge for being the 10th customer in the week.
The falcon seemed to know that she was blind and decided to help her find her way.
She didn't know why it helped her but she just assumed it was tame and like people
enough to help them. She told the falcon that she didn't want to go anywhere and she
was headed to home. Assuming she knew where her home was, the falcon landed on her back and stayed
there until they reached the house and got inside. She thought about this falcon for a while and thought
to give him a name. So she named him Saturn after her favorite planet. He responded with a screech
and she believed he liked it so she kept it. Months passed and Saturn became a service bird. Much
like the service dog, she is able to take him everywhere due to the seeing problem she has.
One day, when she and Saturn were at home, he was molting and decided to pick one of the
feathers up. For a bird, he knew he couldn't give much to her. He flew on over to her, feather in beak
and placed it in front of her. She smiled when Saturn nudged it towards her. "Aww, thanks Saturn." She
replied and placed the feather on her tail and cherished it forever. If Saturn were to ever pass on,
she'd have something special to remember him by.

This is Saturn.

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name;; Viveka Luanne Tanner.
nicknames;; Vivi.
gender;; Biologically male - identifies as female.
sexuality;; Bisexual with a male preference.
age;; Twenty-two.
occupation;; Radio Show Host.
marital status;; Dating Cicero (#51).

personality;; Viveka is a conceited girl with surprisingly good intentions. While she may oftentimes come off as rude, Viveka doesn't usually intend for it to come out like that. It's just that whenever she tries to fit in, she usually gets shot down and hurt. So, she blocks her feelings off, and has become extremely blunt and sarcastic. She wants friends; it's just difficult for her to open up.
story;;


It's one thing when you're in a secluded area and you feel like someone's watching you. But when you're in a fairly crowded area - the bustling streets of the city, to be precise - and you keep seeing the same guy staring at you around every corner? Now, that's just creepy. Creepy or borderline sociopath. Who knows?
Viveka held her bag closer to her, speeding up her pace and hurriedly walking down the street. But every time she'd nervously glance back, lo and behold, there he was again. The white and black Keardor with the rainbow accents and the alluring blue and red eyes. Those same eyes that might've once captivated her, but now just plain freaked her out.
As she rounded another corner, a sharp voice rang through her ears, and she glanced over and inwardly groaned. Great. It was those same ignorant high school idiots again.

"Come to see me again, boys?" Viveka smirked lightly. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a crush on me."
The leader of the gang - a tall, blue Keardor by the name of Dirk - glowered. "Can it, Vic. I've had just about enough of your trash."
Viveka twitched slightly at the mention of her old name. "It's Viveka now," she growled lowly. "How many timetimes do I have to remind you buffoons?"
Dirk chuckled darkly. "Oh? Girly-boy's itching to pick a fight, is he?" His eyes glimmered dangerously. "...Grab him, boys. It's time we teach this moron a little lesson on respect."

Viveka's eyes widened and she made an effort to escape, but the taller Keardors quickly overpowered her. She struggled as Dirk strode up to her, curling his hand into a fist. "Oh, quit your whining," he sneered. "You brought this upon yourself."
Viveka flinched as he reared back his fist, anticipating the blow.
It never came.

Her grey eyes cracked open to see the same creepy Keardor from earlier. He was holding Dirk by the scruff, and if only looks could kill...
"Oi," the gruff voice of the new male piped up. "Just what do you think you're doing to the poor girl? I ain't never seen anyone who'd be so willing to hurt a lady..."
"He's not a lady!" Dirk screeched, jabbing an accusing finger towards Viveka as he glared spitefully. "He's some idiotic-"
One smack to the back of the head silenced Dirk.
The male glared warningly at Dirk and dropped him, now turning his attention towards the cowering guys whose grips on Viveka were slowly but surely loosening. He walked towards them smoothly, and immediately the three Keardors backed away fearfully. Viveka looked up at her strange savior - he was considerably taller than her, she quickly took note of.
The male glanced back to Dirk and his quivering gang. "What are you morons still doing here?" he grunted. "Scram!"
Obviously, they didn't need to be told twice.

Viveka watched the male as he turned to face her again, gently bringing a hand up to cup her face. "You alright, miss?" he asked quietly, concern lacing his words. "Those brutes didn't hurt you, did they?"
She quickly shook her head. "N-no, I-I'm fine..." she stammered nervously. "...Th-thanks for-"
"No need to thank me," he chuckled before pausing and adding, "Though I get the strangest feeling I know you from somewhere... You seem familiar somehow."

Now it was Viveka's turn to chuckle. "I'm the host of the local radio station," she said confidently. "Perhaps that's it?"
The male nodded, smiling. "Right. You're Viveka, right? Pleasure to meet you," he said, extending his hand. "My name's Cicero. Just moved here from Nashville."
Viveka shook his hand gently, smiling. "It's nice to meet you, Cicero," she said softly. "Maybe I could interview you on the show sometime, heh."

Cicero smiled brightly. "Only if I get to interview you for the local newspaper," he laughed, flashing his badge to her. "I'm a journalist."
Viveka smiled in approval. "Nice."

They talked for a bit longer before Cicero had to hurry to work. In his rush, he dropped one of his feathers. Viveka quickly took note of this and picked it up, dashing after him. "Cicero, your feather!" she said.
Cicero looked back and grinned. "Keep it!" he called over his shoulder. "As something to remember me by. I'm not gonna retract my offer for that interview, so I want you to keep that, just so you won't forget."

Viveka blushed a bit and looked down at the tattered feather. A small smile graced her lips as she pressed it to her chest. And you know what? She never did forget about Cicero. Not even in the slightest.



username;; tsuya
why I want her;; Viveka is a beautiful character, inside and out. I never thought I'd like green and pink together, but you've managed to make it work somehow. And the personality I've developed for her is just intriguing beyond belief. I'd love to make it come to life, and to develop her even further.
use;; Viveka would be a cherished character. I'd certainly draw her, and writing would be a must. If I am also blessed to win Cicero, they would definitely be shipped together, and perhaps I'd breed them in the future. Overall, she will be loved.

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