Kalon #1200 Tryout

[Thebattleangel]

Username:
.Skye.

Name:
Haela

Gender:
Female

Theme:
Alien

[Thebattleangel]

Standard: Shine
Common: Hair, Fur
Uncommon: Ears
Rare: Halo, Two tails
Legendary: Wings

[Thebattleangel]

from first glance, if you think Haela isn't an alien, you are already under her spell, she does not look like an alien at first glance, but dig a little deeper, her alien self will emerge, I know what you are thinking, "The theme you chose was alien, so why doesn't she look like one?", the answer to that question is remarkably simple, I wanted my special little Haela to stand out from the crowd, Why you ask, well, she is a mirror image of me to an extent, but with her alien perks, such as she uses 100% of her brain, allowing her to have the power of transportation, although her wings are too small to lift her body off the ground, she can merely hover above it with her mind, but does not do it while others are around, she keeps most of her extra terrestrial abilities a secret, but will use them if a threat emerges, she will destroy anything in her path, violent I know, but along with her young apprentice Wayneo, they are the fighters of evil and protect their home, if she puts her mind to something, there's not much concentration she has to do before her target is completely incinerated before her eyes, Wayneo has been very intrigued to her abilities ever since he once bumped into her while using her powers, since then, Wayneo has always been with her.

[Thebattleangel]

Haela is a combination of many things, the swirl like designs on her back represent Maori korus which Maori is a native language where I live and I am 1/4 of, plus living in New Zealand, they are trying to encourage the youth to learn the language before it becomes a "dead language", the flower crown represents me and my love for flower crowns in general, when I was younger I used to always sit in the grass on a sunny day and make daisy chains and place them on my head and wear it for the rest of the day and the next day if I was lucky, since they die pretty easily, the small red streak in her hair represents how many times I have dyed my hair red (honestly I think its been 4 times now), her potion like tail marks are to represent my love for chemistry and I am aspiring to study it in university in a few years time, the markings on the tips of her tails represent my favorite childhood game, which it still is today, my two favorite characters are Cynder & Spyro, I love the design I came up with very much, I came up with it during a power cut funny enough and the colors came naturally.

[Thebattleangel]

She is a very sweet and humble girl, protecting and serving are two of her main priorities, she can be very stubborn and arrogant but most of her time her feelings are neutral towards others as to not draw attention to herself, she is extremely loyal and will focus herself on defeating all evil in her realm because she longs for peace, she longs for no more wars,
she longs for no more politics, she longs for harmony, she is wise and always uses her head for possible outcomes in every situation, no matter how big or small the threat may be, she is very caring, considerate and sweet.

[Thebattleangel]

The thought of my parents still taunts me to this day, they died right in front of my eyes, scaring me for life, seeing them fall to their knees, begging for mercy when I was a baby but I remember it so vividly, they never got to see me grow up, I was in and out of foster homes like wildfire, I would stay for six months then off I was again, they all said I was "Too difficult to handle", but all the families I was given to, for the life of me, I could not connect to or feel happy with, not to mention none of them actually knew my past and how much it damaged me, I never had any friends, I had enemies though and lots of them believe me, but as soon as I hit eighteen I was out of foster care and thrown to the curb to provide for myself, it made me stronger but begging on the streets isn't a good look, I would earn about a dollar a week since not many people risked two glances at my pitiful fortune, but there wasn't much I could do, this was my life, whether I chose to accept it or not, the flashing images of my parents every time I tried to sleep, the whispers about me from Kalon to Kalon, the cold breeze in the wind always coming to greet me were all apart of it, I do not wish this fortune on any other living soul, they don't deserve to live in such conditions, to this day I'm still lost, I have no family, or friends, but what I do have is the teddy bear my parents gave me when I was born, I consider him my only family, and his name is Oscar. Oscar is a crimson red bear with a blue eye accompanied with a sewn on button where the other used to be, he has stitches on his left leg from where a dog had torn it off and one of my foster mothers fixed, I never allowed him to be washed no matter how dirty he was because he had a distinct smell, a nice smell, which reminded me of my dear father, he has a little black bowtie around his neck made of the softest silk known to Kalon kind, this particular silk is extremely valuable, but even then I refused to give it up, on the bottom of the right leg was my name, embroidered into it by hand with gold thread. Oscar has been my only family for twenty years now, he is the only thing that got me to keep trying no matter what happened to me, no matter what foster home I was in, no matter how much I was, he always told me to stay strong, that is why I'm still here. I have him to thank for everything he has done for me, although he doesn't speak, I couldn't ask for a better family.

[Thebattleangel]

Haela shifts in her seat awkwardly,
"That's quite a strange request human, why?",
She starts speaking again before you got the chance,
"Ahhh you wish to know about the battle of the millenia",
You nod and lean forward,
"Very well".

Many years ago, when I was a kit it started, my mother and father were warriors in battle and were tentively keeping an eye on but also protecting me,
there were many spaceships carrying new troops leading to more deaths, the same cycle repeating itself, missiles blew up spaceships left right and center, it was utter chaos, but that's what happens here in space, my father, was the leader of our many alien troop, commanding their every move, the air was thick with smoke making it harder and harder to breathe