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: 2897 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: 4/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Bobbleberry
2. - Draklaita Pomme
3. - Eat Me Cookie
4. - Sour Apple 7th Anniversary Lollipop
2. - Draklaita Pomme
3. - Eat Me Cookie
4. - Sour Apple 7th Anniversary Lollipop
Pet Profile
LISTENING TO INSANITY (FROST REMIX)
Kaida Lestrange Hightop
Gender: Female
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 own unbearable depression), Many of her Personalities are as Inclined to Evil (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), Cannot Concentrate When Riding in a Car (Must have music on, but never really explains why), Gets Defensive When Someone Calls Her Stupid, Weak or Crazy (Mostly because she believes this to be true), 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 the Outcast (she usually is), Her Panic Disorder, Sometimes Herself In General, Disrespect, Conformity (she wants to be herself and accepted, which usually doesn't mix), Rude People, Fighting Amongst Herselves, World Evil, Constant Pestering While Dreaming.
About: Kaida Lestrange was married into the self titled Hightop Clan against her family's wishes to a woman named Okami Rene' Hightop. Her original last name was actually Mizuki. However, when her immediate family realized that she had fallen for another woman, her anxiety led her to eventually estrange herself from them (hence the name), knowing that her father would only see her as a grave disappointment. While her Step Mother seemed to be supportive most of the time, she was also incredibly egocentric and overwhelming, causing their personalities to clash. She had a sister as well, but every time they spoke to each other, it was only to either shove religion down her throat, or guilt her for never speaking with the family, causing her to 'disown' Kaida as family altogether (contrary to her many statements that the only true family is tied by bloodline, and that nothing can break it).
Her grandmother seemed to be the only one with a kind enough heart to accept what her heart compelled her to do, but with her connections to the rest of the family (as well as her mother, whom she had to distance herself from due to alcohol/substance abuse), she eventually stopped speaking with her altogether, save for the occasion where she felt especially brave.
Both of them actually see themselves as furries. While Okami sees herself as a Monnekijn Wolf (Snub-nose Monkey/Maned Wolf hybrid), Kaida actually has a much more complex situation. With each story she writes, and every character she creates, she puts a little of herself in each one. She herself can at times take the form of what she calls Nyctidae (Bat/Hyena/African Dog) with the ability to shift from full form to that of a Microbat. However, with multiple personalities, each one has a different visage, and therefore alternate forms. Only the three most powerful personas, herself included, ever take over the body, so in that regard this makes recognition of each individual personality a little easier. The most prominent of these personalities is 'Nightmare' Shadow Zephyris, who takes the form of a dragon. She is so strong, she can even interfere in Kaida's dreams both in the waking world and in her nightmares as she sleeps. The only one who knows of their existence is her significant other. She is very protective of Kaida and soft-hearted, but can come across cold and aloof, so unlike Kaida's cheery demeanor.
Storyline
They recently moved to the UK, entering a prestigious university for Psychology after Kaida's condition was discovered by one of said University's professors. She agreed that she needed help for her depression and anxiety, but merely wanted to further understand the condition regarding her many personas, rather than cure herself of them. Within it's walls, however, she learns that the world hasn't changed simply for the sake of academic structure, and is often humiliated and outcast by the students who resided there. What's more, she has also begun to stand out in the office as well, realizing just how vivid Zeph's "character memories" had become. Rather than accepting that she was, in fact, a personality, both Shadow and Kaida believe that she was the sole persona that possessed an actual soul, and that her memories may have posed some sort of significance (even if most of it was fabricated). With the line between reality and fiction so thin (not to mention the sudden intrigue shown by the school's Proctor), what is really happening here, and how exactly does her condition tie into any of this?
And more frightening, still, how does she know she isn't just dreaming this up like so many others before this?
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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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