My name is Klieru. Klieru Lakatos. No, not Lactose like in milk. Lakatos; I've been told it means "locksmith" in… some language. I can't really recall which and, let's be honest, who cares? He manages a one-shouldered shrug, and continues. If one were to describe me, they'd be hard pressed to not use the phrase "nondescript." I am, after all, your average city mutt. Graphic tees and black jeans, an Mp3 player, hair cut rather than styled. Intentionally nondescript. It works for me. I came to the city expecting creative freedom. Sixteen and sick of suburbia I leapt out on my own. Found out that the real world isn't really like that. Expressing yourself is important, but knowing your means and your media is even more so. Ended up saddled with the building and a group of oddballs who happen to be more like family than my gene-donors… I mean parents… ever were. Mom and dad weren't bad to me, they just… you don't want my life story, sorry.
Or maybe you do. I guess I can tell you a bit about myself. My name is, as I said, Klieru Lakatos. Male… er… that's my gender. He gestures at his wiry frame, as if the statement needed additional proof. I'm twenty years old. Out of Highschool for two years… undecided on my future direction. I was not the tallest kid in my class, no. I'm only six foot two. I have a seven-foot roommate… sorry, again. I'm easily side-tracked. I was born in Iltidae, a suburb just outside of Kisme. Now I live here… High Hopes, Terne City. I have no interest in romance – never have – another indifferent, single-shoulder shrug and as of right now, no job. Did I mention no direction? Yes, I guess I did. I have a cat – a non-senient one – by the name of Riddles. Oh, and like everyone else on this charming old space-pebble, I occasionally turn in to an animal… but I keep my opposable thumbs. He lifts his hands – dried paint discolouring the fur and his claws, and wiggles his opposable digits for a moment before turning to wander away.
His new focus appears to be around a couch, which he leans over, appearing to search for something. After moving some limp throw pillows, he startles and begins to speak again. Rid is my cat. Back when he was younger he was a fierce predator of all art supplies. He devoured some expensive supplies one day while I was sketching in a park, and then followed me home. Such a miserable little rag-tag creature, coated with fleas and missing patches of fur… He was so pathetic, and lonely. I guess I was too… lonely, that is… because I let him stay the night… and then the next… eventually I even flea-dipped him. A small shudder passes over him as he stares off in to space, lost in the memory. Awful experience, to be sure, but given that I too have fur, it was a necessary evil. He had some good shenanigans. I even wrote a paper about it… my teacher, after marking it, told me that there was a… what was it? Oh, a "bizarre dichotomy" between my speaking style and my writing style… I got a ninety. So I guess the ball of fuzz paid his way, in some manner or another. He frowns again, shoving a pillow and moving to check around the easy chair a few paces away Now he's getting on in years, I guess, so he's mellowed out a lot. He's stopped chewing up art supplies in favor of soft canned food, he's no longer prone to launching himself around the apartment at lighting speed… he'll even let you pet him, and pick him up. Ah! Leaning down, Klieru reaches over the chair and lifts a rangy-looking cat, its dark grey fur smattered with dark markings. He's still prone to unsettling 'smiles' with all of his teeth showing, though. Years of slurping paints and crunching pastels have left his teeth permanently discoloured, so if anyone ever steals him, we'll know for sure that he's mine… as if anyone would steal an old psycho like him. He never became a pretty little house cat, but he's been a good friend.
I'm a bit of an artist - you can see here my more... uh... finished works...
Art Gallery Entries (Border means they got in)
Art Trades and Requests
Hey look, it's a ref!
Here are Klieru's new adoptables!
If you want one, contact Vicats with the following information. (You can remove the stuff in the brackets!)
Pet's Name: (Can be a pet you are looking to adopt or an OC)
Pet's Refrence: (Should be a full-body, (Flat) colour picture.)
Your Set: (You do not have to give a custom of Ka; I have Kougras, a Wocky, a Lupe, Draiks and a Grarrl, all of whom are acceptable adoptable subjects.)
Be sure to mention you're after Klieru's set!
Older Art (Credit misplaced)