Kala [Archer]

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[attr="class","boxhover"] Kala archer Ylissean | Pansexual Twenty-four | March 24 [attr="class","topboxpic"]		[attr="class","boxhover"] Positive Intense Pragmatic Logical Merciless Calm Practical Negative Harsh Disdainful Bitter Antisocial Vengeful Explosive Bottles up emotions [attr="class","rightboxpic"]
[attr="class","boxhover"] Battle Weapon: Bow Classes: Archer Myrmidon Mercenary Thief Other Kala is rather physical for an archer. In fact, one of her favorite ploys is to wait for the enemy to draw close and fire her bow. She's worked to become an assassin for much of her life, and now she works as a sellsword - er, sellbow rather - for whoever pays her the most money. Kala hasn't heard her real name, Kiara, in quite some years. In fact, if she heard it, it would be so foreign on her ears that it's entirely likely that she wouldn't respond to it at all. [attr="class","leftboxpic"]	History Kala wasn't born a killer. In fact, she was born a sweet young girl by the name of Kiara. Of course, the happy girl didn't know her explosive history. Her mother was a Plegian prostitute, and her father a Ylissean officer on the border. Her mother, disgusted with the baby girl, left her on the doorstep of her father, and though the man hadn't intended on having a child, he took her in without a regret. Kiara was eight when her world shattered. The kids had picked on her for years, but never did she anticipate that any would have reason to destroy her image. They told her that her mother was not coming, and would never come, and that her mother hated her for what she was. They jeered at her and threw rocks at her, calling her a Plegian, and she soon found herself hidden away in a tree, tears on her cheeks. She didn't want to be Plegian, she wanted to be like them, a Ylissean, but none of the other children would play with her, and the adults all hated her, and she thought she would be alone. Only one boy would still approach her, and in no time, the two became fast friends. She spent five years with her sole friend, her companion, and the two of them were close. He taught her how to use a bow, his hand steadying hers and his body body behind her own. And then, one day when they were playing in the fields, working with their bows, smoke rose in the sky. The children ran back to their village to find that it had been raided by Plegian slavers. Kiara broke away from hr friend and sprinted to her home through the burning buildings to find the door kicked down, and her father lying lifeless in the doorway. She screamed, but she could hear nothing over the roar of the blood in her ears. Then the darkness took her. When she awoke, she was in chains. Kiara had been sold to a group of assassins, and they intended to use her for their pleasure. Instead, when she attacked one with a knife, the leader saw potential in her fire, the hate in her eyes. He took her in and trained her, groomed her to become his secret weapon. The lazy days of laughing and playing melodies on a taut bowstring were gone. Instead, the Ylissean girl she used to be had died, and in her place was the thing she had spent so much of her childhood running from: the Plegian. Three years passed and Kiara had changed, hardening herself and her heart. She was unleashed on missions, and she'd proved more than devastating, killing all who opposed her. But she still remembered the days in the meadow, the freedom that was taken from her. Finally, with one slight too many, she had had enough. She turned her bow upon those who had made her who she was, and she killed them all. No one was spared from her wrath, and when the dawn's light fell upon the camp, she was the only one to remain. But her vengeance was not done yet. She tracked down the slavers who had massacred her village. It took her six long years of wandering without a home, her bow on her back and her heart closed to everyone before she managed to kill each and every one of the men from the band that had massacred her village. She might have cared about their reasons once, wanted to know which of them was the one who cut down her father. But by that point she was so warped, so hollow, that even when the last arrow found its mark in the heart of the leader, Kiara felt nothing. No sadness. No relief. No closure. Nothing. Her life had become purposeless. She had no goal, no ambitions, no drive... and that frightened her. She could not remember a time in her life when she was without direction, not anymore. Maybe that was why she renamed herself Kala, to try to bring back a part of herself that she thought had died long ago. She wandered around, selling her skills to the highest bidder, and she thought nothing of taking lives if that was what was required. She had become the very thing that she once hated most, a Plegian, and then it happened. A new assassin entered the scene, just as deadly as she was, and his skills were nearly on par with her own. At first, she was angry, swearing that she would prove that she was better than he was, better than some stupid Ylissean, but slowly, things began to change. She began to dream again of the boy who had been there when no one else was, the one who had told her that being a Ylissean wasn't about what was in your blood but instead in your heart. Her walls began to soften, and she began to feel again in a way she hadn't felt since her father died. She wasn't the most innocent of Ylisseans... but she wasn't a Plegian. She would try again to be the girl that she once was; she just hoped she wasn't too broken to try.
	[attr="class","boxhover"] Kuroya eighteen [b]SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN[/b] - Mikasa Ackerman - [i]kala[/i] [attr="class","bottomboxpic"]

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Accepted

welcome friend

Congratulations, you've been approved! Before you get to roleplaying, however, there's a few things that you should do:

- File your claims in the claims board
- Create a Tracker thread in the Convoy
- Perhaps join a quest in the paralogues board

You have also been presented with the Iron Bow D (30) and given the starting class of ARCHER. We hope you will prove a welcome ally to the Knights of Cydonia!