Kaida
Affectionate - Creative - Neurotic
Pet Information
Pet Name: Kaida
Owner: Microbat
Theme / Type: Wintercursed Tarinooki
Born: December 4, 2015
Gender: Female
Mood: Mad
MisticPal Name: Microbat
MisticPal Age: 3011 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 12 / 12
Strength: 16
Defense: 0
Speed: 16
Intellect: 16
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 5/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Bobbleberry
2. - Draklaita Pomme
3. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
4. - Eat Me Cookie
5. - Sour Apple 7th Anniversary Lollipop
2. - Draklaita Pomme
3. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
4. - Eat Me Cookie
5. - Sour Apple 7th Anniversary Lollipop
Pet Profile
LISTENING TO INSANITY (FROST REMIX)
Kaida Lestrange
Gender: Nonbinary
Quad Build: Short, Lanky
Standard Build: Short, a little Stocky, Huggable
Skills: Literary Skill (Fantasy, Horror), Artistic Skill (Sketch, Digital, Inking/Lineart), Perceptive, Highly Determined, Good Work Ethic, High Morals, Can Learn an Object of Obsession within Days, Good with Puzzles and Riddles, Can Hide Emotions from Strangers, Can Sense Others' Energy, Can Create Multiple Worlds Within Her Mind And Speak to those Who Reside There (These personalities may even take over Her body or 'appear' as Multiple Personalities)
Weaknesses: Her Energy is a Mirror to Those Around Her (Especially negative, which causes a lot of emotional strain), When Alone She MUST Have Music to Drown Out Everything (If she is deprived, she is left to her thoughts, often facing her depression), Many of her Personalities are as darker (However, none can act outright against her subconscious will to protect others, and often resort to hurting Kaida directly), High Anxiety, Can't Stop Rambling When Nervous, Prone to Panic Attacks (Symptoms include shaking, tightened throat and constrained breath), Low Self Esteem, Feels Insecure Without Her Hat
Interests: Puzzles, Psycology, Animals, Writing, Drawing, Edgar Allan Poe, The Brothers Grimm, Video Games, Horror Tales, Music (Various, including Rock, Metal, Orchestra, Dubstep, and Fan Music for her favorite games), Children's Card Games, Misc. Mental Challenges, Helping Others, Food, Hugs, Gothic Victorian, Foreign Countries/Culture, New Languages, England.
Despises Being Outcast, Disrespect, Conformity (she wants to be herself and accepted, which usually doesn't mix), Rude People, Fighting Amongst Herselves, Constant Pestering While Dreaming.
About:
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For many years, I have traveled between worlds, changing my image to fit the realm which surrounds me. Everything I do is a work of art, its true value remaining that which only I can see. My art, literature... even my name has hidden meaning, and thus unrevealed beauty and light.
Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself.
The music blared in my earphones, drowning out the incoherent white noise the world seemed to be made of before fading away, marking the end of the song. My heart began pounding again as I tucked my fedora downward and tried in vain to bring my jacket in close, only to grab cool, silken fur in its place.
In the world of Mistica, my world is small. I do not rely on sight, and rarely, if ever, on senses alone. Here, my imagination can run rampant. Here I am free. I am alive. And more importantly, I am in a world where my appearances in the outside world matter not.
It is for this reason that I am blind.
I can almost feel my tail twitch behind me, heavy from the paint packed in its stripes. My wings twitched nervously on my back in time with my over-sensitive ears.
My head hurts... I know I am free here. Why do I feel so trapped?
I smile at the passers by: all the Misticans who would like to say hello. But they are few and far between, so unlike the Mistica I once knew. It felt so alive. So carefree. Was it really the site that changed... Or me?
There are just so many of me...
And why? Because I'm so afraid of being alone in the dark? I... I love the darkness. It speaks to me. But when all falls silent, I am terrified because all that remains is me. Only my thoughts to keep me company. And yet... I am addicted. It consumes me, and I let it.
Every waking moment I reflect upon them, and they show me my dreams and nightmares all at once, like a mirror. At night, I am given the false hope that this world never existed. And yet here I am. Every day.
I am blind. Both here and out there. I live in darkness, oblivious to what other people assume as common knowledge.
But I see what they cannot see. I see what I want to see. What I dread to see. I see the same thing over and over again.
I live the same life over and over.
Work. Eat. Sleep.
Log on. Roleplay. Try.
Try to be happy. Try to live. Try to understand what makes me so different.
I know I'm crazy. I choose to be. If I remain sane, I become like the world I despise.
I hide. I have to. If I don't, my skip-beating heart is vulnerable, and I feel death at my neck.
The death of a soul, I fear far more than that of the physical. And the more I live, the more I die.
So I suspend myself in dreams and nightmares, sleep walking through this life ever blind. Hypnotized by songs blaring in my ears and the repetition of life until things get better.
Here, I can speak to every part of me. My light and darkness.
Every Jekyll. Every Hyde.
They build me, destroy me. I change inside, but my physical life beyond is suspended eternally in that God forsaken repetition!
But here... My appearance matters not. I rely on imagination rather than the senses. Here, I am free.
And I am blind.
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