Kala(Kah - la)
Matina
"I may not be battle born, but I will fight to the very end - no matter the cost."
"Art is my essence, but it shall be your demise.
Nickname: Kal
(Cal), Mat, Tina
Age: 16
Origins: India
Gender: Female
Height: 143 cm
Weight: 24kg
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Personality
She's flexible and able to squeeze into and out of tight spaces. Kala is a pretty decent hand to hand combater. She has a strong sense for survival. Kala is also a left hander.
Kala is rarely seen afraid of anything, which can make her hot headed and irrational.
She's street smart, thinks relatively well- aannd almost zero mannerism. She often gets into fights and its usually because she wants to.
Kala has picked up several skills from living the street life - being very observant, picking up things that most people won't notice. She wouldn't mind killing someone for defence. She rides a purple skateboard with thick blue letters which spell out her name. The skateboard has leave a trail of purple, red and green light behind her. She
only uses these to travel to places.
Extensive habits
She is mostly found in high spots. She knows she is slightly weaker than most gladiators as opponents would be better equipped. Thus in battles is constantly on the move, jumping around or ducking, spinning, crawling etc. Kala never moves in a straight line instead, weaving to the side every few moments. When in hand to hand combat, she always has her hands in front of her, slightly bent. Kala usually uses her elbows, side of palms, base of feet and knees to attack. Her style of fighting follows that of a wolf - attacking and then drawing back before coming back in again. She does a lot of feigning to keep her opponent on his/her toes.
Kala is boyish on the exterior, cock, rebellious and doesn't enjoy being controlled or being under orders. She's more comfortable with guys than with girls and hates sissies, cowards, rich people and stuck ups. She's often mistaken for a boy because of her build, slightly low voice and actions when she has her hair hidden away. She prefers close up battling and bloody fights. She's actually really loyal to her allies - not many people know this as she's thought to be cold hearted and not to be trusted. Kala will stoop at nothing to protect those she loves and cares for.
A softer side not many see is a caring one. She enjoys talking a lot and drawing scenery. Kala does graffiti art everywhere. She loves drawing, photography, and singing and playing all kinds of music - an artistic person at heart. She does all that as well as play the violin and piano in her free time as well as inventing or fixing up mechanisms. Her signature colours are purple, blue, red and green.
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Appearance
Kala is dark skinned and wears blue jeans with tears here and there. She wears a blue hoodie with a long sleeved purple top beneath. She wears dark blue gloves which have dark purple stripes. A brown buckle with sometimes a green cloth wrapping around her waist from underneath the belt, leaving a trail of translucent cloth around her legs which reaches all the way to her ankles(like a waist cape) She doesn't wear shoes or socks, instead going around bare foot.
Leather straps cross her body and more wrapping her right ankle. The leather straps have slots in them to contain her weapons. She has decorated metal circling her elbows down to her wrists.
She has cyan eyes and a scar running from her ear to her chin, hidden by her
black hair which frames her face, trailing all the way to her thighs. A blue streak hangs near her bangs which are constantly in her eyes.
On her left leg, underneath her jeans, there are tattoos lined in a straight row and patterns curling round the rest of her leg. Her right ankle has her name tattooed on it and her left shoulder is a string of numbers.
With make up, she would have 3 purple dots tracing her right eye. Red swirls her cheeks in patterns. Green eyeliner lines her eyes and She wears a blue cloth around her nose and mouth. She wears a red head wrap, hiding her bun-ed up hair. These are used only when she goes out to do graffiti.~~
Colored Graffiti Spray Cans (C.G.S.C.)
These can be found in pockets or in slots of leather. They are actually the size of her pinky but can be enlarged to the size of an average spray can. Only she is able to use these spray cans.
•Purple
Kala will spray these, while 'drawing' and thinking of a figure, symbol or word to create physical objects. These objects do not last forever and can only conjure non-living objects. She only has one can of this but it has an unlimited supply of spray in it. If she thinks of a figure and adds details to it in her mind, they are stronger but harder and longer to create.
•Blue
If the cap twisted and pulled then thrown, it acts as a smoke grenade, clouding the area with coloured fog. It also causes a small explosion. She uses these when she wants to create a distraction, escape or is in dire situations.
- She has a
limited amount of
C.G.S.C. and may run out of them in the middle of a battle.
- Kala tends to talk, taunt and laugh too much which makes her
unfocused.
- Kala has a
quick temper, getting angry easily which also makes her
clumsy.
- She
doesn't fight well against
far ranged fighters as most of her weapons are
closed range.
- Everything she sprays with a
Purple can, moves
slower and is
not as perfect and effective as the real thing. (E.g. a gun may not have the same fire power - bullets may travel slower and a table may break easier than a real table.)
- She has to
shake each can at least
4 times to use them.
- Sometimes she closes her eyes to properly visualize the object - this may shut her off from her surroundings and interrupting her in the middle of a "blind creation" can cause her to break her focus and be confused for a moment. It also stops her from completing her creation.
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History
Kala was born in India on the streets. Her life from the start was poverty. She struggled to survive at her young age. She was raised by a group of young street kids which fought to live in their cruel environment. She has no idea where her parents are.
She found a passion for art and music and scraped together her money to buy art supplies. She did graffiti art everywhere until was caught. Sent to a foster home several times and each time she ran away, unaccustomed to city life and feeling the need to be wild and free. She broke several laws and was sent to juvie almost 13 times by the time she reached age 9.
She finally broke away from her 6 foster home when she was 10 and went back to the streets. She found other ways of earning money, by working for gang bosses, playing music on the street, and to even do graffiti art for people.
Then, on her 14 birthday, she tried to save a common magician from a gunman. Although she failed, the magician passed on his powers to her with his dying breath, to thank her for her good intentions.
With her new found power, and a little convincing from her friends, she decided to enter the RHG. She needed weapons and so modified her spray cans. Deep down, Kala believes by fighting, she is somehow avenging the deaths of her friends as well as possibly finding her parents.
Friends:
Conner - the currently 28 year old who helped street kids survive. He invited Kala into a street 'home' and played a major part in getting off the streets and into the battlefield.
Phillip - He's Conner's younger brother by 4 years. Kala's buddy who helped in her learning. They often went out on scouting missions together.
Morial - The 21 year old man who taught her how to play instruments. He owns a music store and a house above. She often comes around for visits. He is like a big brother to her.
Orio - An 18 year old fellow graffiti artist like her. He's the one who also taught her how to shoot. There is a possibility of a relationship that Kala is too unsure to approach.
Wolfe - An old juvie mate she made friends with. They now just hang out and talk.
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I shake the can and spray the finishing touches on the wall. I grin at Orio who is at the other side. I tighten the head wrap around my hair.
"Are we done Orio? I think we -"
"Hey! What do you think you're doing!?" I turn around slowly, squaring my jaw. A group of young men with tattoos all over their arms. Outnumbering us 5 to 2. "That's our territory! You're trespassing!"
I frown. "No we aren't. These walls are just outside your territory. We're have permission to do this. In fact, we're HIRED to do this. What crap are you talking about?"
"What permission?" The guy from before - with a dragon tattoo on his bald head - leans forward. I glare up at him, pulling out signed papers. Dragon man snatches it from my fingers and gives it a scan. Then, he rips it up and throws the scraps at my face. Orio puts a hand on my shoulder.
"You want a fight? You'll get a fight!" I growled.
"Really lad? You against 5 of -" I swipe his feet from under him, grabbing at his hair as he tumbles and raise my knee, slamming it into his nose. There's a war cry and I brace myself. Orio sighs with a hint of a smile on his face.
I leap forward, giving a neat kick at a man's face. I flip backwards, producing a blue spray can. I imagine it enlarging, and I feel it getting bigger in my hands. I close my eyes, shake it four times - twisting the cap and then flinging it at the rest of the gang.. My eyes fly open and I see a wall of smoke separating the gang and me. The blue-ish smoke soon has swallowed me up. I try to remember my surroundings. I move with outstretched hands before my fingers finally reach the brick wall. I start to climb. The smoke is already dissipating and I climb faster. I'm halfway up the wall by the time the smoke has cleared. A bullet slams at the area just above my fingers and I flinch. I shake my purple can as many times, struggling to climb with one hand. I spray in the air, thinking of the first symbol that comes to mind. A force field. Just what I need. It gives me enough time for me to jerk and twist the cap of another spray. Also gives one of them time to scale the wall and pull me downward. I yell as I'm torn backwards, the can falling out of hands.
The red spray falls a distance away from me. Shots ring out and two of the men are taken down. I roll to my feet and scramble for the red can.
"Thanks Orio."
"No problem Kal. Just finish this and go." I grit my teeth and leap forward, spraying down the remaining men. I don't turn back on the sounds of their retching.
Kala crouches down low, flipping the can in her hands. Her eyes lock onto her opponent. She runs through the facts in her head. Coronia, age 31, professional tracker, expert in guns and explosives. Definitely more experienced than her.
"Come out little girl! Our battle has just begun!" She shifts to get a better view as he moves on from under her spot in the trees. A crackle of branches and leaves showered down below. Kala froze as did the man. His head jerks up, spotting her almost immediately. He brings his pistol up and she flips backward, the bullet whizzing past her feet. She fell, hands flailing for a support. Her nails dug into a nearby tree bark. She turned mid-air, scrambling for the trunk. Wincing as she slowed to a stop near the ground, Kala made sure the can was still there, caught between two of her fingers. Her eyes scanned the arena for Coronia. A gunshot rang from the north-west, missing her by centimeters.
"Careless!" Kala yelled, jumping down. "Gotta beat this hunter by playing as the predator." She murmured to herself. "Where is he?" She burst into a run, turning randomly. She had no idea where she was going - but then this way, Coronia wouldn't be able to predict her move either. Risky move but she'd take it. Shots followed close behind her. "You've just revealed your location idiot." She pulled backwards, dropping the ground, at the same time spraying into the air. She caught the spear that appeared as she tumbled, rolling to her knees. She locked onto him and flung the spear, it's red tip turning into a blur. He widened his eyes and threw himself to the left - right into the path of another oncoming arrow. He shot the arrow down, the remains of the arrow scratching the man. He looked at where the young teen's spot. She was not there... He grunted as he was knocked down from behind. Coronia spat out dirt and wet leaves, turning around. He blinked and stared into the barrel of his own pistol.
"Give up yet Coron?" Kala snickered.
"No."
"Well, I've got you cornered. Either give up or die in this pitiful forest."
"I never carry only one gun with me." Kala gasped in pain as a bullet sliced the side of her left arm. She dropped the pistol and backed up. She growled, cradling her arm. "I've got your best arm girly. Its your turn to give up."
"Not yet." She drew a blue can and in a flash, it blew up coloured smoke, flinging both competitors back. Kala ran, climbing up another tree with one arm, using her legs to propel her upwards. Cursing under her breath at her stupid mistake, she ripped away her head scarf and wrapped it tightly over the wound. She tugged her now torn jacket off her sweaty back. Her eyes danced, tense and ready to be unwound. There he is - coughing a little from the smoke. She quietly readied her spray can, holding the sleeves of her jacket in both hands. Then, she jumped down. She landed on him, covering his entire head with her jacket. Kala tied the sleeves tightly together and crossed her legs around his neck. She pulled back and let her weight take over, both of them falling down. He struggled, clawing at her legs. She tightened her grip and sprayed a knife into the air. Kala breathed in deeply and slammed the knife into his forehead.
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Completed Battles - None
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