Post by Kevala Badoer on Oct 5, 2009 16:26:38 GMT -8
Basic Information
Name: Kevala Marie Astaku
Also Known As: Kev
Age: 18
Birthday: October 20, 1991
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 126 lbs
Blood Type: AB negative
Gender: Female
Sexuality: bisexual
Eye Color:
Kevala-- Icy blue though she has taken to wearing contacts so the shade she has may vary widely depending on which ones she has in that day.
Sasha--Crimson red
Katie-- Green
Natural Hair Color: Black
Pass Time Information
Hobbies:
-photography
-reading
-writing
-music
-Being a good Mother to the twins.
Talents:
-handling pain
-photography
-writing
-drawing
Favorite things:
-reading
-listening to music
-teasing stupid people
-watching the rain
-blood
-torture
-Her family
Sports/Clubs:
-Photography Club
Misc.:
-Sees her shrink once a week. Dr. Eilene Weston.
Mental Information
Personalities:
Kevala--
This is the main personality. The one which makes up the most of who she is and by far the most complicated. This is due to the fact that she is an empath of sorts. Whenever she get around a person their mood heavily affects her own. Though this does occur to most people to some degree. With her it goes far enough as to mimic that of the person she is speaking or to conform her own personality to better suit their own. This has its benefits. As it leads her ultimately to make many friends. But in the same regard it does cause trouble when there is anger involved. All around she is nice and kind, though with a distaste for lying and an inability to stay away from anything of interest. Be it a person or a situation; if it peaks her interest then she will stay around and continue to pry until her curiosity is satisfied. She is smart, sassy and altogether a very interesting and fun person to be around. If you can get past her undeniable hunger for blood that is. Though Kevala would much rather cut herself and drink her own blood than harm others. Always worried about harming another while in her state of blood lust.
It should be noted to avoid Kevala during extreme fits of rage. Ever since the birth of her children, her temper has taken on a whole new meaning. Though she still has her concious thoughts it is not likely she will make use of them. She will seek to harm whoever it is that pissed her off and whoever gets in her way. Especially if it comes to her children. There are only two ways that she can be calmed.
One is using rational, logic speech to get through to the logical part of her mind and in turn if she sees the point in it she will calm down.
Two used to be Katsuri. But now his name is a constant source of pain and regret for her. It is best not to throw it out during her fits of rage. It is unclear how she would react to such a thing.
Sasha--
This is the second most dominant personality. But unlike Kevala, Sasha is full of nothing but anger and hate. She wishes to bring about nothing but pain and death to those around her. She is in a constant battle with Kevala. Both of them struggling for dominance and at times the two of them becoming fused into one single personality, though the results end up being that neither one of them really can tell you what happened during that time. But Sasha does not care. To get what she wants she will ultimately sacrifice her own life. She has no known perception of self preservation and her temper will always get the best of her. Her hunger for blood is as great as Kevala’s but they differ in that unlike Kev, Sasha would much rather draw her blood from another person than to drink her own. She only does this in a situation that is an absolute must. She is dangerous. Unstable. Angry.
Katie--
The third and final of the personalities which make up Kevala. This one is timid, shy and easily frightened. She is scared of her hunger for blood and of those around her. She is a new personality and as a result she does not know any of the things which the other two have done or even that they exist. Though they know of her. She is unsure in her actions. Always second guessing and always worrying about making a mistake which will cause people to be angry at her. She will suffer internally in order to keep the peace in a situation.
Mentality:
Renfield's Syndrome; clinical vampirism. (This is a condition in which the sufferer believes that he or she must consume blood in order to survive. The affects of the disease can become so real to the holder that they exhibit physical symptoms as a result.)
Also suffers from split personalities. Sasha and Katie.
Ideal:
That lying is a waste of time, people are generally cruel and close minded, and that blood is the life of us all.
Belief: None.
Physical Information
Build:
She has a petite yet trim form. Curvacious and delicate with an olive skin tone.
Defining Marks:
Though the event is fuzzy in her memory, she remembers that when she was 8, a family she was living with decided that they should do away with her and be done with it. So, one night, they had come at her. She remembers the first cut of the knife, but after that, it is all a blur. She does not know how she escaped, or how she survived. She only knows she woke up in the hospital, cuts covering he back and scared.
Some of the gashes left behind have faded, but for the most part, she is still scarred. Scars varying in size and shape running down her slender back. Something that few ever really get to see.
Upon her neck are the scars of two burned handprints. A boy at this new school having attacked her while she was at the mall one day. The memories of that day still haunt her. Nightmares hitting her as she struggles to move past the event.
But apparently one of the other personalities has gotten into trouble with the same boy. For now she holds a burn upon her right hip, just above where her pants begin.
She also has a scar on her lower abdomen, only visable if she has her pants off. So yeah, not like a lot of people will be finding that one. But it is there none the less.
Description:
With an olive skin tone and soft features, Kevala is quite beautiful for one as small as she is. She has a trim figure and yet hold lush and soft curves. She is the kind of girl who looks less likely to hurt somebody than she really is. But that is part of what makes her special. Surely not unique, but special just the same. Her hair black in color though she did go through a brief period of dying it brown in and attempt to hide the her that she always was. Her eyes are still the icy blue shade though she has taken to wearing contacts to conceal the shade of her eyes from people. Thanks to her new little anger managment issues. So she can be seen with dark blue, hazel, brown, or even violet eyes. She has a wide variety of colors. Her clothing syle has also changed with the birth of her children. She now goes for a more casual yet unique look. Some days she may be seen dressed in her usual gothic attire, and others she is dressed more casually. It all depends on her mood that day.
Apparel Information
Head Gear:
All depends on her mood. Some days she chooses to wear nothing on her head. Others she will dress with a hat or something of that nature. If anything she is usually found with her headphones on. Though with the birth of the twins she has not been using them near as much.
Shirts:
It again varies on how she is feeling on a particular day. She goes for the dark stuff one day and the normal, pretty stuff the next. She has changed A LOT since giving birth. But that is just the way of life.
Pants:
Usually she will wear jeans, but it again all depends on the day she is having when she wakes up. With mood swings as severe as her own. It is hard to really pin point any one thing that she will wear.
Shoes:
Black combat boots or sneakers.
Misc:
She has ditched the pink backpack. Having traded up for a more modern and convenient black shoulder bag. She can also be found sometimes with a black diaper bag. Of course only when she takes the twins out.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: TRAINING
History Information
History:
--Introduction--
If there is truly such a thing as a tortured past, then surely this would qualify as such. Not that she asked for the life she was handed. But then the Gods can be cruel, just as much as they are loving. Their sick and twisted humor sometimes shone upon those whom are innocent and seemingly undeserving of having such travesties bestowed upon them. Some may think it to be just the Gods boredom shining through, but to some, it is a show of the Gods building character. But whatever the real reason for their torture upon the innocent, it does not make the pain or the reality of such a thing any less real.
--18 Years Ago The Nightmare Begins--
The air of the night held something ominous. Thick clouds had rolled in, seeming to swallow all light from the heavens, cloaking the world in a shroud of darkness. It was as if the Gods themselves wished not to shine their light down upon the event taking place in the “Women’s & Children’s” section of the University Hospital of Houston, Texas; room 1408.
What was taking place you may ask?
Nothing that should have seemed out of the ordinary. No, not at all. In fact, it was what would appear to most to be a joyous occasion. The birth of a child, a beautiful baby girl. New life being breathed into the world.
But there was something wrong with this picture. Instead of happiness, the young mother turned away as her daughter was offered to her. Tears flowing down her face as she shook her head.
“No, get it away from me.”
Her sobbed pleas causing a pained look upon the faces of those who had assisted in the birth. What were they to do? The mother clearly did not want the child. But why? She was beautiful. Dark hair and the most startling set of icy blue eyes. Her complexion soft and creamy in nature. It was clear from the moment she entered this world that she would indeed be a beautiful young woman one day.
The doctor would move from where he stood, taking the child from the nurse which coddled her close to her breast. A few heavy steps taking him to once more bring the baby face to face with her Mother.
“You do not wish to at least look upon your daughter?”
He pushed the baby toward her. The little infant screaming out for the warmth of her Mother’s touch. To hear that familiar sound of her Mother’s voice. It was all she had known in this short lifetime of hers. But still the girl would shake her had and allow tears to softly slip from her eyes. She was young; only 15 at the time and did not wish to have the responsibility of raising a child. Not to mention that deep within her mind lurked a monster. A sickness which spread through her entire form and threatened to consume her. Threatened to consume the child they now tried to push at her.
“No! Get it away from me!”
Be it words spoken out of desperation, or a fierce need to try and protect the child from herself nobody would ever know. She would give up the child, be done with it. Wash her hands of the situation and that would be that.
Just then the door to the room flew open. A man; no, it could not have been a man. He was far too large for any mere man. His size alone enough to make those within the room shrink away, pressing against the wall as their eyes followed him. The girl, the mother, would look up, a happiness seeming to seep into her features as she reached for him.
But he simply looked at her and would then turn to the doctor who was holding the child protectively in his arms.
“I wish to see it. Now. Give it to me”
His tone commanding. Something that said he would not be denied. Not that anyone would dare challenge him. He was large enough and seemed to emit enough power to say with no words at all that he could crush them all in a single instant.
The doctor moved forward, his shaky arms holding out the small infant to the large man. He would have done anything to get this scary figure from the room.
The large man reached out, taking the child and scoffing as he looked down upon her. A look of anger and hate filling his features as he shook his head. Moving over to the girl who still reached for him and shoving the infant into her arms.
“You have failed me! Keep this abomination and do not allow me to see it again!”
Hate showed in his eyes as he looked at her. His words sounding off the walls and causing everyone to cower in fear. Then, as simple as that, he turned on his heels. Leaving the room and not once looking back. The young girl left there, with a now screaming infant and nothing but darkness filling her heart.
--4 Years Later The Nightmare Continues--
The little girl ran down the stairs of the old dilapidated house that was known to her as home. A little giggle as black curls bounced about her face. Icy hues scanning the area as she searched for something.
“Mommy?”
Reaching the bottom of the stairs and stopping to look around at the place. To her it was the greatest place in the world. But to the outsider looking it, it was a hovel, a run down piece of trash that was unfit for any child. But when it was all you had ever known, you did not see it for what it was.
“Mommy!? Where are you?!”
She would whimper a little. Her little bottom lip being drug up between her teeth as she bit down softly. Fear starting to creep into her heart as she slowly started to move about the downstairs area. Please not again. She did not want to lose Mommy again. It was always scary when she lost her Mommy.
Rounding the corner and coming into the living room, her eyes fell upon a pair of bare feet hanging off of the ratty, stained couch. A breath of relief leaving her little form as she started toward it.
“Mommy! Mommy! Get up up! Hungry!”
Her little hand shook at the woman laying there. The woman covered in only a sheet, cuts and bruises apparent. Marks on her arms from the drugs she pumped into her system.
The little girl pouted softly and was about to start on another tirade of screams for food when there was knock on the door. Her eyes shooting to the door as fear hit her.
Uh oh! Mommy said not to open the door. But, what if they had food? What if it was that man Mommy liked so much?
Biting her lip she would slowly move to the door. Little hand reaching up as she tippy toed to reach the handle. With a little grunt of frustration, she would finally grab hold and pull. The door slowly opening. She peeked out, her hands grasping the frame edge as she peered around it to see the smiling face of a man and woman. Oh! The man was a powice ossiffer!! He had the shiny star on him!
She giggled as she hopped out from behind the door now. Her hands clapping softly as she looked at the two.
“Powice Ossiffer!!”
They smiled more as they both crouched down to meet her gaze. The woman speaking.
“Yes sweetheart. He is a police officer. Very good. Where is your Mommy?”
She would then point to the couch as she reached to try and grab the shiny star. The man letting her grab it as they both got this strange look on their faces.
The next few moments were a blurr.
Arms grabbing her up…
Scared little screams echoing out as she called for her Mommy.
The back of a car..
Tears, sobbing, hushed words…….
That was the last time she ever saw her Mommy again……
--8 Years Later The Madness Begins--
She was in so much pain, she could not stand it. She felt hungry, but this was unlike anything she had ever felt. It had all started when Klint had cut himself in the living room. Her body had reacted to the sight of blood with….hunger?
She whimpered, her hands gripping her stomach as she doubled over and trembled. She had to make it stop. Had to make it go away. But how? She tried to think. But only a few thoughts made it through.
Blood…
Feed…..
More…..
Need……
She shuddered at the thought, but still found herself moving to get the razor out of the bathroom. Her hand trembling as she brought it to her flesh. A moment of hesitation as pain hit her again and she could stand it no longer.
She drug the blade down into her skin, letting her blood flow. The pain not as bad as she had thought it would be. Instantly, almost on instinct, bringing that wound to her lips and licking at the blood, the pain starting to fade. The hunger fading…
Dear Gods….
What was she becoming?
--6 Years Later A Fresh Start--
It was finally over. Her years of hell had finished with the slam of a gavel on the judges podium. She was free of the system and looking for a new start. It landed her here in Long Beach, California. Sure, her house was not all that great, just a run down apartment and all. But hey! It was hers and nobody elses.
Smiling she would grab up her bag, her camera equipment in tow as she headed out the door. Okay. Now was the time for a fresh start. No more foster care. No more attempts to kill her, to scar her. To make her go away. No, this was a fresh start. A new school.
A new life.
She headed out of the building and out onto the sidewalk. She was in a bit of a hurry. She had to get to class.
--1 Year Later New Life Revealed--
The sounds of doctors and nurses rushing about.
Sudden pain she did not know how to handle.
Then the feeling of being numb...
Alone.....
Scared.
Then, in a single moment her entire world changed forever. The sounds of a cry being heard to those who filled the room. All but to her. For no sooner had they pulled the last child from her womb than her heart stopped. The monitor beside her flatlining as life slipped from her small form.
Leaving her unaware that of the three children she had just given birth to, only two of them made it.......
--2 Months Later The Note--
Kevala woke to the sounds of one very unhappy little boy. A light groan slipping forth as she shifted about on the bed and stretched. Her arm hitting upon something and causing her to stop in her movements.
It was not hard to tell what it was from the feel. It was a piece of paper. But she had not gone to bed with her books and homework last night. She had been too tired to study. Her brow rose as her eyes opened slowly.
Perhaps one of the girls in the house had left her a note?
But that did not make sense. The door was locked.
Aiden's cries continued, leaving her torn between attending him and seeing what the paper was. But in the end their son came first. Getting up and hurrying into the nursery.
Soon enough she came back, her arms wrapped about Aiden as she rocked him softly. Her soft tone slipping forth in a very soothing and maternal manner.
"Shh...Mommy's here. Now handsome, lets see what somebody left for Mommy to read huh?"
Smiling down at their son as she moved back to the bed, laying him down in the center of such and then crawling up to sit beside him as she reached out and grabbed up the paper.
It was a note, and the instant her eyes met with the words, her heart seemed to stop.
Dear Kevala,
First it sickens me that I will not be able to see my children but I have no choice in the matter. I am safe. Do no worry about me.. but I am afraid I must break our relationship off, for the sake of your safety and the best interests of our children.
Know that I love both you and them very much, and have left our home in your name as well as anything else I have. I am not sure when I will be back, if I will be back at all.
Please look after Drea and Mitsukai for me.. they may not seem like they need it sometimes.. but they are just children themselves. Grow strong, and as I said.. know that I love you but I need you to move on.
- Katsuri.
First it sickens me that I will not be able to see my children but I have no choice in the matter. I am safe. Do no worry about me.. but I am afraid I must break our relationship off, for the sake of your safety and the best interests of our children.
Know that I love both you and them very much, and have left our home in your name as well as anything else I have. I am not sure when I will be back, if I will be back at all.
Please look after Drea and Mitsukai for me.. they may not seem like they need it sometimes.. but they are just children themselves. Grow strong, and as I said.. know that I love you but I need you to move on.
- Katsuri.
It was from Katsu. He was.....he was....
Her heart shattered...millions of pieces breaking over and over with each word she read. Tears filled those icy hues and spilled forth down her face. Her hands trembling heavily as she struggled to see through the tears to finish the letter.
A pain like she had never known consumed her. Her chest growing tight as she struggled to breath. Deep painful gasps taken as she finished the note left behind.
He had said he loved her. He had told her he wished this, wished to have children with her. He swore that he was happy. That she was his and he was hers.
Lies......they were all lies.......
How could she have been that stupid!?
He had meant none of it. He had turned his back on her and on their children. He did not even bother to tell her to her face..he had left a note...
A NOTE!
Did he even know that one of the girls had died. Did he even fucking care?
How could he do this to her?
Easy, she had really meant nothing to him. She had let herself believe in something that could never have been. Something she knew was impossible. Yet she had believed those words. Believed he loved her.
She cried out as the pain rocked her. Her head lowering as she held that note to her chest and cried. There were not fancy words, no sayings to describe her actions at that moment. No, she simply cried.
Part of her soul dying right then and there. She wanted to die, the pain was that bad. But as she sat there, her small form rocking back and forth slowly, the sound of a soft little coo would come from beside her.
Aiden.
She struggled to pull herself together as she looked at him. Anger creeping in as she did.
He had not just left her. He had abandoned Aiden and Kazumi. Just like their father had done her.
She had believed him different. But now, she supposed that he was not very different at all.
Aiden looked just like Katsuri. Not that he would ever know. It killed her. Laying down she would wrap herself about Aiden and continue to cry. The tears seeming to have no end in sight.
----Present Day----
She let out a soft groan as she crawled out of her car. It had been a long day of training with Sky and she was exhausted.
Things had been going good for her recently. Or at least it seemed that way to her. Sure, there was the whole torture session with Sky that had been.....well for lack of a better term......intense. Heh
But then there was the fact that out of that came a sense of strength she did not know she had. She was a better person now, and once she managed to get Arthur off her back and get things settled down a bit more. She would be great.
Sure, the news she held of Leon was unsettling. It ate away at her that such a thing was happening and she could do nothing about it. The part that tore her apart was that she could not bring herself to talk about it with Spike. Sure, they were dating but still! Besides...
Surely he knew. Right?
Well she just assumed that he did.
Making her way through the front door she would kick off her shoes and lean back against the door as she shut it.
Okay so maybe life was not yet as good as it could be. But she had to admit that somethings were going right for her. Not much. But some.
Letting out a little groan as she forced herself to once more begin moving, she dropped her keys onto the table in the entryway. Those icy hues scanning the staircase that led up to her section of the house.
Part of her debated upon going up there, eyes shifting to the couch in the main living room for a moment. She could always sleep there she supposed.
No, she did not want to be down here. The twins were upstairs and she was really wanted to just curl up in her bed and go to sleep. So with a heavy sigh she would force herself up the stairs. Her leg hurting just a bit. A reminder of the day Gabriel had broken it in an attempt to get her mind under control.
Not that she minded. Sadly. Heh..
Finally reaching her room, she would put in all the proper security codes and then move inside, first thought being to go and check on the twins.
As she entered each of their rooms, she saw that they were each sound asleep. It actually hurt to see this. She wanted to spend time with them.
But it was okay. Tomorrow was family day. Nothing but her and the kids and perhaps Spike if he so chose.
Once she had made sure that they were both fine she would move to her own room. Not even bothering to take off her clothes. Simply kicking off her shoes and falling onto the mass expanse of her bed. Nuzzling into her pillow briefly before she would let sleep find her.
No telling what tomorrow would hold. Best to get all the rest she could.
Living Status Information
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Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: 20
Wisdom: 15
Intelligence: 15
Charisma: 10
"No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!" [/color][/center]
