I'm a MONSTER! At the time of dictation I was a female ghost zafara with remnant wings and a halo from my Christmas days. I've just become Cetaceadol's lab rat. She assures me it's for my own good, and when we're finished I'll be morphed back to my true self. Pah.
I've lost the will to live. Perhaps it shows? I used to soar the skies, a perfect little angel all flowy and white, my halo shimmering gold. Then everything changed. In the blink of an eye, friends and family I'd known for years became virtually unrecognizable. My beloved Cetaceadol said that the Kiijah she'd raised and loved was gone forever. At first I was angry, but then... something inside me, that spark of life, faded and disappeared. This shell you see before you is all that remains. If you're morbidly curious, traveler, sit awhile. I have all the time in the world.
First of all, I am NOT a prissy know-it-all, as SOME might argue. I can't help it if I'm an ultimate genius. I used to enjoy reading. No more. Joy is as foreign to me as distant Shenkuu.
My name is Kiijah, and I was Cetaceadol's pride and joy. Let's see, a little about myself? I have always been a dedicated Defender of Neopia. In my current form I have no fear of injury and therefore spend a good deal of time in the Battledome. Over the years I've fought in many wars. Though the memories grow as dim as my halo, the fondest involve fighting alongside Kanrik. Normally I fight for good, and I certainly don't condone stealing, but... Kanrik was, and still is, rather dashing and, dare I say it, gorgeous!
My favorite band is the Twisted Roses. Their dark melodies appeal to me. Plus, we zafaras are severely underrepresented when it comes to famous Neopians.
In my other life, flying was my passion. Bartimaeus and I would soar all over Neopia. We don't do that much any more. As you can see, my wings shrivel and droop more and more as passing time leaves me in the dust.
At least Bartimaeus is always by my side. If you look closely, you can see the shadows of other worlds reflected in his eyes. Though if you value your nose I wouldn't recommend it. Those shadows grow clearer every day. I fear I shall soon become one of them.