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Kaylei has a minion!

Adam the Zodiac Rabbit Spirit

Kaylei
Legacy Name: Kaylei

The

Glade Feli
Owner: Loona

Age: 16 years, 2 weeks, 3 days

Born: May 23rd, 2010

Adopted: 16 years, 2 weeks, 3 days ago

Adopted: May 23rd, 2010

Statistics

Level: 13
Strength: 11
Defense: 14
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Kaylei

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye
it was always you that I despised
I don't feel enough for you to cry oh well
here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye

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The Basics

Name: Kaylei Rose Curtiss
Nicknames: Kay, Kitten
Age: 23
Birthday: May 20th
Status: Married

Height: 5'7"
Build: Petite
Hair: Dark red, shoulder blade length waves
Eyes: Emerald Green
Skin: Pale ivory
Clothing: The closest style to the clothes Kaylei wears is Sweet Lolita. She likes to wear dresses and skirts predominantly, commonly containing ruffles and lace under the skirt. She likes to look pretty and cute while still looking fashionable so she likes to wear dresses, skirts, or tops with interesting patterns or a corset. Many of her clothes are handmade as getting clothing to her taste is hard to come by without ordering off the internet.

Our Story

Like anyone else, I started out innocent and trusting. I had my parents, a big sister, a younger brother, and life was, honestly, quite good. We weren't rich or anything, but we could afford what we needed and we had fun together. I was just this little city girl from Iowa, my parents were'nt perfect but they tried, and my siblings and I all fought, but we loved to do it. That's really all the good I remember from my childhood. Everything went south as soon as my twelfth birthday came around. That's when the sunshine turned to twisting shadows and the smiles turned to screams and creul laughter. My sister died that night, she was murdered while walking home...Kayn tells me differently, but I know it was my fault. I'm not sure how, but it was, that's what He told me, I believed him then. After she died, everything was really hard in the house. Someone was always yelling, Adam and I hid and cried a lot just so we could get away from the war that was going on downstairs. We'd watch Alice in Wonderland and wonder how we could get away to some brand new place where we didn't have to worry about the death of our sister or the divorce that was surely to happen between our parents. I wish we had been able to dissappear, I would have been able to save poor Adam and we'd be happy right now....right?

Well, after my sister's death the Jabberwocky started to drink a lot and take out his depression on me. My mom basically ignored it and let me suffer. After years of just taking it, little Adam now thirteen finally called him out....and....well he ended up beating Adam to death in front of me. You would think that I'd be free then right? He'd get sent to prison and never come back. They'd just put him in a cage and bye-bye Jabberwock, see you never again! No, he's too sly and clever for that. He scared my mom into confessing and taking the blame, so she was arrested and put away instead of him. A few months later she was found dead in her cell, commited suicide by hanging herself. I guess she couldn't take the knowledge that the man who killed her son was free and she had caged herself up instead. You can't blame her though, as frightening as he is. I wonder what she would have done if she knew what he was doing to her only remaining child.

Needless to say, Mr. Jabberwocky wasn't in the sanest state of mind at that point, or maybe...sanity is just a cloud...a regulator, and he was really the most natural he had ever been in his life. Acting on instincts and desires, never reigning yourself in, an interesting and disturbing thought...something I'd probably get hit for saying to Dr. Curtiss. Anyways...while mom was off trying to off herself, daddy dearest was touching his darling daughter in her no-no areas. I'm guessing that, in essence, that's what you people wanted out of me? He raped me, he beat me, he would get me drunk so I couldn't scream, and then he swore me to secrecy. Once, my teachers sent child services to the house because of my bruises. A week later I was taken out of public school and home-taught. The bastard did anything he could to me without actually killing me, whether this was because he couldn't stand being lonely or he simply wanted a toy, and I was too meek and afraid to question him. Wouldn't you after seeing him kill your little brother?

I would hide in my room, my closet, anywhere and watch that movieâ€”Alice in Wonderlandâ€”to escape my nightmare. I would even dream about going there at night and I'd really be there with Adam and Rachel. But the Jabberwocky would always find us, first poor little Alice would get snatched up because she was too naÃ¯ve and trusting. Then goes the White Rabbit because he was for once, too bold. And last remaining was the Cheshire Cat. Always able to dissappear to someplace far away and so clever at speaking, the Cat was always able to escape. Always.

It wasn't too long after my seventeenth birthday (not that it was celebrated, mind you) that I finally snappedâ€”or lifted the viel if you would rather follow that concept I've voicedâ€”I gathered three items that night, a croquet mallet, a knife, and some duct-tape. I patiently waited for him to wake up and head towards the kitchen for a cup of coffee to help the hangover before lungung into a new bottle of Jack Daniels. When he finally awoke and stumbled down, I lunged at him and hacked at his neck, decapitating him slowly, but eventually. As when I was finished I promptly had a mental breakdown, it was only random chance that a neighbor who had been concerned about not seeing anyone leaving the house for a few days came over and discovered his body, the blood, the weapon, and me covered in blood rocking back and forth and muttering something that he couldn't understand. Now an orphan and a minor, and quite obviously mentally unstable, they sent me to Gehring Asylum.