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Welcome dear visitor, thank you for stopping by Kally's page. I assume you've come here to learn a little bit more about the lovely little kougra girl they call Kalyja, hm? Well guest, feel free to take a look around, just watch your wallet and mind your step...
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I'm sure you've heard the phrase, "a cat's got 9 lives", and that's the main element of Kally's story and personality. She has nine lives. Not nine lives in the classical sense either. The length of Kally's lives doesn't depend on age or her health or anything like that… Instead, she has a goal in each of her lives; virtues that she has to truly learn and master before she's allowed to move on to the next life. Things like trust, loyalty, forgiveness, etc. She can only 'end her life' and move on to the next one when she has mastered her virtue. 
In her first life, Kally's goal was to master the virtue of bravery. She presumably mastered the virtue because she moved on to her second and third life, but she had virtually no memories of this life. The reason why is still a mystery to her. The only information Kal retained was her lesson of bravery, her meeting of Lamb, and a few other arbitrary memories. 
Another aspect of her character is that Kal is a dancer – this is clearly represented in her physical design. She is small and thin with a dancer's body, and her tiny stature makes her look a lot younger then she really is. She wears classic 'dancer' attire, a long, white shirt with either comfortable socks or barefoot. She totes around Lamb, her plushie Babaa, and this adds to her child-like appearance. In all honesty her design is simple, and I meant it to be that way. With such a complicated background story, I figured it would be best to keep her physical design uncomplicated.
Lives Present and Past Life Number One Virtue: Bravery Obstacle: Unknown Having virtually no knowledge of her first life, it was very hard for Kally to even scrape together these few memories that you read here. This chapter is taken from Kally's diary, as is chapter two. Writing the story has been one of the toughest parts of this application, so I really hope you're find of this section. Enjoy your read! Even just thinking back to my first life, writing these words, sharing these memories… It pains me. Not in the typical way – this story won't cause you to shed tears or wrench your heart… No, it pains me because I feel like it was wasted time. Who knows how many days, weeks, years I spent living that life, and I came out with practically nothing. Well, I shouldn't say nothing – the few things I did retain from my first life are things I truly appreciate. My first memory is a splendid one. Simply put, the memory is of music. Beautiful, harmonious melodies filling the air, a feeling of warmth and happiness washing over me as I listen to those wondrous sounds… Mhm, yes, my first life gave me the love of music, but it also gave me something else unexpected… My talent for the piano. 
I was at a music store one day – I had decided to wander in from the street, just expecting to browse around for a bit. After reading through a couple of music scores and playing around with the guitars, I made my way to the doorway, ready to leave. There was a beautiful grand piano a few feet away from the door, and I decided to have a seat. It wasn't like I was drawn to it or anything, I guess it just happened by luck, or maybe fate… Either way, I sat myself down and pressed a few of the keys… And then the music from my memories began playing again. This time the notes weren't being played in my mind, it was me, myself who was playing them, my fingers moving over the keys as if we were long lost friends. The owner of the music store came over and complimented me – I was only able to smile sheepishly and thank him as I walked out of his store, still stunned.A few weeks later I returned to the music store and purchased that very same piano… I've been playing passionately ever since. One of the other great things I took from my first life was Lamb, my Babaa. I have no memory of meeting her for the first time, but the first memory I do have of her is a wonderful one. I remember seeing a moving figure in my bag – something was shuffling around in there, tossing and tumbling about. I approached with cautious steps, and it was only as I neared the fuzzy little creature that I realized there was no harm to be found. A Babaa, (a plushie one at that) poked her head out of my bag and stared up at me with the cutest little smirk… 
It was a cream colour with a blue face and legs, and the creature had a little pink tail. There was a big rip in her cream-coloured fabric though, and I later patched the spot up with a pink piece of fabric, to match her tail. I noticed something later on, too. A tag with a price on it, and the title, "LAMB", was sewn to the Babaa's right-back foot. I'm not sure if that was the kind of toy she was supposed to be, or her name, but it stuck, and now that's what I call her. ^^I had never owned a pet before, and to be honest I don't think I really ever wanted a pet. Then again, it seemed that fate had brought us together, and I have never been one to question a power as strong as fate. So, maybe I had never planned to tote around a patched up, raggedy little Babaa, but that's the way it turned out, and I have to say I've grown quite fond of Lamb. The last memory I have of my first life isn't the best. In fact, it's a rather unpleasant memory, and I think the bits and pieces of it are the key to unlocking my first life. I, however, have not put the pieces together properly, and so things are still a blur to me. I'll share with you what I do remember, though. All of the memories are in bits and pieces, so bear with me...  I remember a bright red bicycle with a golden bell on the handlebars. The colour was almost obnoxiously vibrant, and the way the light hit it, an odd reddish-white glow fell on the sidewalk beside the bike. I don't remember who was riding it, or where I was, I just remember the bike. I also remember that it was raining that day – the heavens opened up and the sky began to cry powerful tears of precipitation onto the earth below. I was soaked, and I remember the unpleasant feeling of the cold rain against my skin as vividly as if it happened yesterday. Those fragments were the last memories I had of my first life. I know it's silly, but every time I pass a red bike I have to take a second glance, to see if there's a golden bell attached to the handlebars, and every time it rains, I get that same odd feeling when the water hits my skin. And then, suddenly, I began my second life.
A Plushie Pal
You've already read a little about Kally's petpet, and so this section will be fairly breif. As you can see from the image of Lamb, she is a light cream colour with a blue face and legs. Her face is a lighter blue then her legs, and she has white polka-dots all over her face too. Lamb also has a little pink tail, and a matching pink patch that Kally had sewn onto her shortly after she found the little Babaa. Once the tiny creature had been fixed up, she was as good as new, and has been loyal to Kally ever since. ^^Lamb is constantly at Kally's side, and if the two are spereated even for a little while, the poor Babaa gets nervous and starts to shake. When Kally is near, however, the small creature is as happy as ever, and can be very affectionate, too. The other great thing about Lamb is that she can play dead so to speak, and pretend to be just a normal stuffed animal. This is quite useful, especially when Kally tries to look like an innocent young homeless child. ;) RoleplayAs I mentioned I am a roleplayer, and here I have documented the roleplay that I've began with my friend A. She is using Vaticco and I of course am using Kally.Incase you're not familiar with roleplay, I'll tell you a little bit about what it is. Roleplaying is considered a 'game' (it's sometimes called RPG, roleplay game ^^) where people take on the roles of their characters and work together to create a kind of story. In the roleplay you're writing as how your character would act, so you're 'playing the role' of that character - in this case I'm playing the role of Kalyja. :P Keep in mind posts that are in NORMAL TEXT are mine, and posts in italicized text are my friend A's posts. C:
The large clock in the middle of the square tells you that it's just after 8:30 on this lovely July evening. It's relatively warm; a light breeze occasionally blows by, stirring up the stagnant air left over from a hot summers day. The light in the sky slowly recedes over the horizon has dusk begins to fall on Neopia Central. The street lamps turn on shortly thereafter, casting a warm, incandescent glow on the now empty streets of the city.
Well, almost empty. Underneath one of the street lamps is a wooden bench, and on that bench sits what appears to be a young kougra girl. She looks no older then 13 or 14 – in reality, the girl is only a few months shy of her 20th birthday. It's no wonder most mistake her for a young girl – her wavy auburn tresses cascade over her shoulders gracefully, and her light, striped fur helps to gives her an awfully young and innocent look. The girl wears an face of calmness and serenity as she sits on the bench, staring out into the shadows of twilight. There's a small bag at her feet, and the head of a plushie Babaa pokes out, surveying the area. As the Babaa shifts around a pair of ballet slippers falls out of the bag. Her long, flowing cream-coloured sweater and cropped white shorts confirm the assumption that the kougra is a dancer. She reaches down and pets the Babaa, her soft, harmonious voice murmuring, "It's alright, shhh." As she speaks, her tail curls instinctively – rather, her tails. The kougra seems to have not one, but two tails. Hm, what an odd character… Hidden behind the deteriorated walls of a restaurant that laid just beyond the rays of the street lamp, was a boy, crouched on the sidewalk, watching the strange Kougra. His face was fair, framed with soft white-blond curls that twisted agilely over his ears. He was fiddling with his yarn-spun sweater, clutching the childish rocket-print to his heart, wondering who the Kougra was, and what she was doing, sitting on the bench that laid port to the alleyway - his home. He debated for a few moments and seemed to come to a decision; afterall, he had been gone too long, and he was afraid the others had taken advantage of it. He couldn't risk that! It was his quilt, the one that he had found, and the other homeless wits would not have it! He unfurled slowly from his crouched position and stepped out, quickly, into the light of the street lamp. Creative CornerHere's a sections dedicated to all things creative! My art, fanart, poetry, and anything else art-related will be here. To see the pictures in the art sections, simply drag the thumbnail to your adress bar. Also, you can hover over my art to see some comments I've made on each piece. Enjoy! ^^Art By Me      Art By Others      Here are just a few of the Kougra adopts that I plan on making and putting on Kally's page. :)    
Poetry By Me Here are some haiku poems. They follow the pattern of 5 syllables on the first like, 7 on the second line, and 5 on the last line. :) Conflicts and struggles, Such a torn and tarnished past Kalyja, fallen. Searching for meaning Trying to follow virtues Where does she belong? The fallen soon rise. Beauty and grace approach us, Quite a unique girl… What secrets you hide, This mystery and these charms Kally… immortal? Continue to rise, Spreading such wonder and awe …Are nine lives enough? ReferencesAs you may know I received Kally through an adoption, and during the process I asked friends of mine to write references for me. Here are some references from my dear friends - straight off of my application! Thank you all, your kindness and belief in me is more then I could ever ask for.
  Thank you Ray! -------------- Thank you Aiden!   Thank you Winter! 
The Wool Award  
Kally's petpage will hosts these awards, and I'll be giving them out to other awesome petpages. This is just a basic outline of what I'll look for in a petpage when I'm giving out the award. These totals are subject to change. Judging scheme: Art: /5 Writing: /5 Layout: /5 Creativity: /10 How to apply: It's really quite simple to apply for the award. Just neomail me with the name of your pet and a link to their petpage. After you do that, all that's left is to wait for a neomail from me saying if you've won the award, and which one you've won. Simple, huh? 8D Winners of the award so far:
Gold Trophy None yet. :C Silver Trophy None yet. :C Bronze Trophy None yet. :C A Thousand ThanksKally was adopted from a kind Neopian named Casey, and this next section is the actualy 'thank you' that I included in my application. :)As hard as I've worked on this application, I cannot possibly take all the credit, as I;ve had help from many kind people along the way. This section is for all of you guys. ♥ Thanks to all of my friends who have supported me throughout this process - your love and kind words are greatly appreciated! A special thank you to Ray, who has always believed in me. You're one awesome friend, hun. ^^ Thanks to Aiden, one of the best roleplay buddies I've ever had, for your wonderful ref and your constant support. Couldn't have done it withouy you! Thanks to A for roleplaying me, and for putting up with me always worrying to you. I'm luck to have a patient friend like you. Thank you to Mini for creating the beautiful picture of Kally for me - I'll never forget your kindness. Last but not least, I have to thank you, Casey, for putting Kalyja up for adoption in the first place. I mean, you could have just let her sit there, but instead you're kindness is giving me a chance at one of my oldest dreams. I believe I speak for all the applicants when I say thank you, thank you, thank you for this opportunity. ♥ Other PagesCheck out these other awesome petpages!
Link Back?Why not take one of these links to show off Kally's page to others? ;3
Farewell!Mhm, I guess you've reached the end of our little adventure! No worries though - Kally's still got another six lives to go! Check back soon for updates, or mail Stef to roleplay with Kally!
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There was no incident, nothing traumatizing or catastrophic. It was a rainy Sunday morning, and we had all slept in a little later then usual. I woke up that morning, unable to speak. It was as simple as that. I went to many different doctors, but none could explain my sudden inability to speak. I was shocked at first, but I later realized that must have been part of my test – they weren't going to make it easy for me to master these 9 virtues.
The school was on a trip to the city, and I entered a coffee shop with a couple friends. They all placed their orders without any trouble. When it came time for me to order I had to use sign language – the only was of communication I knew since my muteness. The cashier didn't understand any sign language at all. And so I tried again. And again, and again.
I spent the first 8 years of my life in and out of foster homes, and sometimes I even spent time back at the orphanage every once in awhile. It really wasn't as horrible as it seems, in fact I kind of liked moving around, meeting new people. One of my foster family's even got me started with dance, which is now one of my favourite hobbies. Yes, things went fairly well. I mean, after awhile I did get discouraged of course, not being adopted and all, but by that point, I realized it was only a few years until my 'freedom' – that is, my 18th birthday wasn't far away, and at that time I'd be able to live on my own, no longer a 'child of the state' as they call it.
The orphanage set me up with a job, I had a bank account and everything, but it seemed that nobody wanted to give me
a place to live. That was when I pieced it all together – the orphanage, the many different families – I wasn't meant to ever have a home. My obstacle was homelessness.
And so I'm doing my best to survive, while still question to figure out the virtue I need to master. I must say this virtue is a tricky one, I can't seem to figure it out, and I've been trying for 19 years now.
