[foreign-potato]

What is a Kiamara?
A kiamara is a wolf/lion-like creature. They have long, fluffy manes on the top of their heads, running down between their shoulders. They all have spots on their bodies- a trait in which will never be bred out of their DNA. They also have feathers- every Kiamara is given feathers when they reach the age of 2 years old. Their diet consists of fruit as well as meat- they prey on similar creatures that wolves would. Kiamara can be very shy before they get to know you. Can you win a Kiamara's heart?

My staff kia!! Hope you guys like him/her/them, it turned out a little complex. /v\

I guess I'll just do an impress me, add whatever you want and feel free to be wildly creative. nvn
This one doesn't have a gender and basically you construct what you want about them!
No hair curlers are to be used, but other items may be allowed (ask me first? c:)

I may edit back here with more info if I see fit!



End date; January 1st

[icseal]

Super pretty!!

[epimetheus]

wow, they're absolutely gorgeous !! wishing good luck to all who try.

[rem sleep]

mark

[Offended Cockatiel]

Oh well, hot damn.

Mark

[BlazzingWolf]

This one definitely has my eye!

[jayus]

Mark ouo

[Shaynn]

Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ : : Shaynn

Nᴀᴍᴇ : : Cᴀᴛᴀʟᴅɪᴀ Rᴏᴠᴇʟʟɪɪ
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ : : Fᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ



ᴘ ᴇ ʀ s ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ
ᴅᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs : ᴇɢᴏᴄᴇɴᴛʀɪᴄ : ᴍᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴀʀʏ : ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ : ᴍᴇᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜs

As a "street rat" Cataldia is forced to be quite underhanded and sly. She operates on a level inconceivable to most, since it is so outright malevolent it isn't expected, especially since as a child she was as sweet and innocent as one could be. She prefers to work alone, and if she works for a partner it doesn't last the length of the "mission". Despite this striking trait of hers, however, those who used to be close to her have the privilege of knowing that Cataldia would never actually look for trouble, only intensifies it when it finds her.

Being alone, Cataldia works for herself, watches out for herself, and pleases herself. She hardly gives a care about what is happening around her, unless it will somehow affect her, either by her being hired to get involved, or by her losing some of "her" property. Because of her lack of interest in other people, she finds it easier to fend for herself, since she has no home, no family, no friends to fall back on. She believes that she would only cause trouble to those she let close to her, and therefore isolates herself and masks it up by pretending to only care about herself so people wouldn't try to get to know her.

Because she's by herself, Cat sacrifices spirit and soul to keep herself alive. Her skills are quite valuable and therefore people pay handsomely for her to do their work for them. She accepts this as even though she knows what she's doing is wrong, she sees it as no bothering anyone and keeping herself working. It rubs off on her, making her more immune to her conscious as her assignments get more demanding of a conscious.

Cataldia is by herself a lot, as you may have grasped, and therefore it is only natural for her to be reserved and secretive. She never gives out information to her employers, and many speculate if she actually goes by her true name. Some hardly think she exists, and is just some failed military experiment gone rogue. That aside, Cataldia is very broken and hurt inside, but she has no one to share it with, and those who try to get close to her, end up getting hurt, in one way or another, not even necessarily by Cataldia herself. She has denied herself emotion and feelings for a such a time that she is slowly losing her sense to them.

Although most see her as a rugged, crafty witch. Cataldia is actually quite keen with herself. She likes to remain educated and intelligent in the matters of knowledge, even if she doesn't care about the political or humanitarian aspects of what she learns. She pays very close attention to detail and always knows what she's getting into before she makes a move. Her sharp wit and intelligence also attract potential employers, for she is not only brute force, but also a brain behind the operation.



s ʜ ᴏ ʀ ᴛ s ᴛ ᴏ ʀ ʏ
Sirens blared and shouting could be hear all around. The rain was pouring down, soaking everything unprotected, but somehow, everything seemed quiet and calm for this one, little girl. She was sitting on the steps to a house, with all the windows and doors boarded up, with yellow tape across everything. The girl seemed so calm, so out of the world, like she was immune to everything around her.

Clutched in her hand was a small, limp figure. A wet rag-doll, brand new and never used. She had just recieved it from her parents the day before... for her birthday. She girl held it close as the rain drained out of her hair down onto her face. She was scrawny, like she hadn't been well taken care of. And yet there was an air of peace, joy and fun around her, like she had been happy. A police officer came up to her and took her hand without a word. Her expression showed no sign of acknowledgement. The officer quickly pulled her up and steered her into his car, but she dropped her doll into the mud as she was escorted away. That night would burn in her memory for the rest of her life.

The rain poured down, soaking everything in the open, including two dark figures, shadowed by the alley they hid in. The figures were unrecognizable, but you could tell they were bother males... from a distance. A closer look revealed one to actually be a teenage girl, covered in a thick black cloak, with a hood that hid her face, protecting her hair from the rain. She was mumbling quietly to the other figure, before the other male ran off into the city, leaving the girl alone and vulnerable in such a dark city. She did not seem concerned, since she was at home on the dark alleys and streets of the city, she had lived there for a year. She seemed so tranquil and at home, but that moment would not last.

Lights and sirens broke the night's rainy atmosphere, shrouding the streets and buildings in red light. The girl instantly retreated into the deeper parts of the alley, disappearing through a window after she pulled a loose board free, giving just enough of an opening for a very skinny figure to squeeze through. She replaced the board from the inside which was only one room. There was a pile of food cans, obviously stolen, expired and unappealing in the first place. There was a broken and deteriorating pile of rags and couch cushions, with a holey blanket lying crumpled up on top. It was clear that it was inhabited by the girl, but who could live in such conditions?

The figure took off the waterlogged covering she was wearing and stuffed the hood into a hole in the wall and let it hang to dry.She grabbed a can from the pile, sat on the floor and against the wall she tore open the can with a knife and began eating. It was no life to live, but the girl seemed strangely content.

It was not long before the sirens passed and the girl was alert and stiff. She put the soaking jacket back on, grabbed an old purse and crawled out of the shabby space the same way she got in. She pelted down the road towards the outskirts of the city, where the main residences were: real homes. She seemed to know where she was going, as every turn she made with confidence. She got so deep into the maze of houses one might think she was lost, but she was not.

Casting a shadow over her, an old house stood at the end of a road. It was fenced off, but the girl jumped over the fence with ease. The house had no windows, and was obviously abandoned for there were weeds all over the almost dead lawn., and the door was hanging ajar, on only one, rusty hinge. The girl pushed it aside and it fell right off, pushing up a cloud of dust from the inside of the house. Rotting furniture was still organized the way it would have been should a family have lived there. A few pots and pans littered the kitchen. The stairs were rickety and corroded, but the girl gently placed one foot after the other, ignoring the ominous creaking each move made.

The second level had two rooms, a medium sized room, with a wooden bed frame sitting like it was out of place, and an old lamp shattered on the floor. But the girl did not stop. The last room, as run down and eerie as the rest, but still had a pinch of life in it. There was still some colour on the walls... a soft pink. There were a few holes in the roof, letting the rain drip in, but an obviously fake but still pretty chandelier was hanging from it. A very small bed, with a frazzled piece of flowery fabric thrown over it remained, standing alone. The teenager stared at it for a moment, before approaching and sitting down, tears sliding down her face. She pulled out a faded picture frame from her bag.

Between sobs, the girl spoke out, "Mom, Dad.... I miss you. It's my 16th birthday, you said that, you'd get me a car..." Her own voice echoed back at her, "But I don't want it. I wish you were here..." The girl sat there for a long time, letting the world around her slow as she spent the time in reverence and in memory.

After her time, she got up and exited the house, horrified to hear the whole thing creak after she stepped off the porch. She walked down the overgrown path, down to the road. But before she jumped the fence, she noticed a clot of mud stuck on the bottom. She carefully picked it up and let the rain rinse it off. The moonlight lit up the dirty, ragged body of the doll, long forgotten at the home, after she had been taken away. The teen held it close and continued to cry, but stayed no longer, afraid of what the night held in store for her. She would return to her place, and she would never lose that doll.

[xtr.terrestrial]

IGNORE PLACEMENT BELOW! THIS IS FOR AN IDEA ON WHAT TO DO TO MY FORM!

I WILL BE RE MAKING MY FORM! PLEASE IGNORE THIS! I WILL KEEP ALL ART HERE FOR NOW

By rocketsauce
By me
By me
By me
By me
By lillipilli
By BasicAtHeart
By Me
By Me
By xxtoxicalwolfiexx

RESERVED SO HARD

Item Ideas
Forked Tongue

NAME IDEAS (DO NOT TAKE PLEASE!)
Jaeger
Jasper
Zeke

Personality Ideas
Loud
Obnoxious
Edgy
Risky

Quirk Ideas
Plays with the split in his tongue when bored
Messes with his long hair when nervous

Other Ideas
Has a serious obsession with supernatural and kirby
Loves disney (especially big hero 6 and the little mermaid)
Hella gayyyy (yes, cause, I can)
Has a pet goldfish that he keeps hidden in the fur of his tail. It stays in a bag that you would get as if at a carnival, and it is super fat because he tends to overfeed it

C H E C K L I S T - O F - T H I N G S - I - N E E D - T O - D O
Physical
Voice
Gait ( Manner or walking and such )
Flaws
Assets (His Items)
Health
Age


Psychological
Intelligence
Temperament
Habits
Happiness
Attitude
Self Knowledge
Unconscious Aspects

Personal
Family
Friends
Colleagues
Birthplace
Childhood
Education
Hobbies
Beliefs
Values
Lifestyle
Marital Status
Religion
Profession
Posessions
Wealth

Personality
Wants
Hopes
Fears
Thoughts
Memories
Resentments
Dreams
Denial

Practises
Says
Eats
wears
buys
works
plays

[peppermintleo]

sorta maybe Reserving? XD