I wanna leave my footprints on the sands of time
Know there was something that, meant something that I left behind
When I leave this world, I'll leave no regrets
Leave something to remember, so they won't forget
Know there was something that, meant something that I left behind
When I leave this world, I'll leave no regrets
Leave something to remember, so they won't forget
Meaning of (name): Kamila means "Perfect" in Arabic while Maluhia means "Serenity" in Hawaiian. Full meaning "Perfect Serenity"
Aliases: No One, Kam, Kami. Anything she comes up with
Friends: Few
Enemies: Many
Likes: Service, Checks and Balances, Golden and Warm Colors, Sand and deserts, Justice
Dislikes: making mistakes, cool colors, mindlessness.
Date Found: 1/12/2013
Found: Dropped
Date of Maxing:
Temper: Empathetic (characterized by empathy)
Breed: Half Unicorn
Breed Appearance: Half Unicorn
Height: 15.3 hands
Personality:
Kamila has always been the empathetic sort. What she feels, she feels deeply. Her compassion for others is something that inspires everything she does. It also eventually causes the break down of her old faith that results in her finding a new, more violent one that brings her peace.
She feels the pain of others. The loss of the lover she held so close, shatters and corrupts the compassion she has and reforges it into something dark. She is in instrument of her faith and through it she finds an odd but bloody peace.
Backstory:
Kamila Maluhia was raised without any family religion or beliefs. She loved her sister and brother dearly, but the more that she questioned life--the more she came to the conclusion that there was some deeper meaning to it.
Not knowing who to thank for her creation, for the wonderful world around her, Kamila became spiritual. It's what gave her the urge to go on a Pilgrimage to find her faith, or more specifically to name her faith.
Her search was for the meaning of her life and the universe. Who blessed her with these designs and in turn shaped her to be like their meaning? What could she do to make the world better as an offering to her creator? What could she do that mattered?
And so for a time, she worshiped Buddha. Her life felt complete and fraught with meaning.
Kamila fell madly, deeply in love with Keaton--a stallion who's every word and movement was poetry to her. That was Kamila's life. Kamila had lost a lover. His name had been Keaton. His hair had been long, the color of corn silk. Even when the Butcher had stained it red with blood, it had still looked lovely.
Under that guileless sky, Keaton had died. And in some ways, so had Kamila. All the peace that had been left in her soul had shattered at his death. There was no consolation or light that would shine in the darkness that enveloped her soul.
Desolate and alone, she sought out a new meaning to her life and found it in the House of Black and White, serving the Many Faced God. He was the same god in all religions, the same god of death and in serving him she found peace.
A Kindly Stallion asked her questions, tested her answers and weighed them in silence. Finally, when she let Kamila go she became the girl No One, a Faceless Mare and servant of the Many Faced God.
No One had stopped mourning that mare long ago. No one prayed every day and attended the dying with compassion as they drank the poison of her faith. She cleaned their bodies, prepared them for burial as she was told to do. No One never asked any questions, her faith was whole, complete.
And so, No One served her new god, the god of death. Because all gods of death were the same, only wearing a different visage in each faith. The temple showed them all, but the face did not matter because faces could be changed or altered. What was true was what lurked beneath and it was he who resided there that she served.
Death was peaceful here. Not as it had been for Keaton.
And when the kindly stallion asked her who she was, No one would answer. "I am No One."
No One learned to bestow the gift on those her God of Many Faces determined. She did not decide it for herself, believing that one day through her service she would earn the right to gift The Butcher. A life for a life. That was the way of things, this a mare knows.