Kamala Basto

> ***"Even when you explode, You'll atleast look.. pretty? like a firework!"***
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Kamala Basto is a very desperate, mentally engraged individual who stands at about 6'0 with a gunpowdery substance as a standalone for hair. They are a very attention seeking person who derives on a sort of familiarity and hope, Though, They have yet to recieve any of that from their early childhood. Thus making them a grudge-filled person. Picking fights with all sorts of people, And Trying to be seen as a sort of "Ambition". Kamala will do ANYTHING to be noticed and accepted as a PERSON instead of an explosive waiting to blow.

## Kamala's Expository

Kamala can be a very.. Aggressive and selfish person, as they can only think of themselves in any dire situation. They could be blantly unwary about their surroundings, Only worried if THEY’RE the one in danger. Scoffing at their partners when they’re clearly in pain. It seems even with their carelessness and admittedly judginess- It’s if they can try to open up and pass around their trust like some reward, apparently keeping their heart on their open ended sleeve. Said trust is easily broken, of course! Really isn’t good for anyone. It’s just the effects of trying to seem ‘normal’ with their peers. A “Normalcy” isn’t a confident concept for Kamala, Only seeing what they could with their peers. The associates not being the greatest influence on them. Teaching them that good and evil has no bounds, and for all that, They never taught Kamala what exactly right and wrong was.

Kamala, Without effort, can be sent into an explosive state of mind if even slightly humored with. This extreme level of anger eventually VERY TEMPORARILY fries their brain like some type of shockwave hitting them. A good example would be a sort of like a fuse blowing and the aftermath being the loss of control of the body. This is seemingly a self taught illustration on what happens when you don’t keep your own personal issues in line. Some sort of punishment for even slighly letting their emotions slip out. Nevertheless, this ‘frying’ doesn't stop them boasting about how tough they could be one day, only if they tried. cocky and heavily influenced.

Having an ego like Kamala’s can really shape how you are as a person and can ultimately be the cause of one’s downfall. It seems as though Kamala, with their wax wings slowly melting in the rapid heat, hasn’t quite taken “Don’t fly too close to the sun” seriously yet. Or maybe, It was just some silly conversation that wasn't meant to be taken seriously. They never had a nick for listening, anyway.

## Kamala's Juvenescence

Kamala was made at the hands of the only resort left; The last Hope. The owner of these 'hands' belonged to a young child, one who was near death from an inflicted wound. Infused with the young body in a time of need and a case of dynamite. The constant poundings of burning ingredients mixed and immersed into the thick, almost warm red liquid; Kamala was born. This mother of a kind of sorcery had hoped, PRAYED this worked- And it did! Yet this child, wasn't who they once were. As it may seem, Kamala does not remember who their vessel once belonged to, Nor will they ever know. All they have the knowledge of is that they didn't exist. Now they do.

Kamala often remembers the start of their life to be bleak, and exhausting even. There couldn’t be a time where Kamala longed for the feel of the warmth of a friendly gesture, Like a warm hug or even just a handshake. Their 10 year old mindset often wandered off to a fantasy they made in their head. A fantasy where they could reveal their positivity, their dreams. Without fail. There's always a moment of silence with the constant faint echo of beat. It always felt as if they were a ticking time bomb just waiting to happen. They were constantly afraid of that, the ongoing ticks. That one day it would just..Burst. It was something you learned to get used to, and Kamala just wasn't having it. They decided to leave on their own terms after being confined to a chain of built up anxiety and hatred for their own selves for so long. That night of coming to terms that they were never going to have a normal life was hard on a child, so young and yet so frail. So they started the life that wasn’t assigned to them, choosing the harder option instead of taking it easy. Kamala stole, tried selling said items! It was the best they could do in a situation like that, having lived with little to no form of currency in their pockets nor food; Anyone would’ve done it.

After a while, They led themselves to believe that they need to EARN respect or any form of love. Kamala left their place of residence (a hole in the ground) and decided to venture out. They made their youth more worthwhile with trying to please people, entertaining the people who walked by. Kamala earned a few funds but not enough to make a living out of.

Throughout the years, That guilt of pickpocketing became a norm. It was just something that was easy to manage for a quick coin, Kamala had to admit that they kept some of the staches even if it was just a reminder waiting to happen. Kamala of course made friends on their journeys out of their “hometown”. You can’t stay in one area for the rest of your life! As Kamala grew, That yearn of attention morphed to Excitement and thrill. Throwing their precious valuables away was just in their crackling blood now, Waiting to rush through their body and the adrenaline to never stop. This leads to Kamala picking up fights which just worsens the already anger issues, Any wrong movement and they would just explode into a blind fit of rage. Kamala eventually settled down in a little cabin in a forest filled with tall bushy trees and a beautiful sunrise. The smell was their most favorite memory along with the cool breeze every start of the morning. It really felt like a home. Something that they could live in for a long period.

That memory was long gone now. Forgotten like the fall flowing into a long uncomfortable winter.

Kamala was a very short-tempered person, And with this type of loss? The grief was unbearable. They fell into a deep hole of all their troubles they thought they’d left in their youth.

That ancient ticking accelerated.

## PERSONALITY

Kamala, Being a part of the bombfolk, Of course was hot-headed. They were impulsive to a breaking point, Always throwing themselves in areas where it wasn’t needed. Anything said with a certain tone will just push them over the edge. Not a very patient person if anyone with a single brain cell could see. They seeked vengence for a reason even they couldn't explain, Picks fights for something or SOMEONE greater, proving that they could be of use. Kamala uses this found anger to aim for the sky, not giving up until they are beaten down to a powdery substance. With how Life treated them, It was only fair they were like this, Right?. It drove them to be reckless and easily destructive to both their peers and to oneself. Having a short temper isn't really good for someone of bombfolk origins.

With this being said, Kamala certainly isn’t filled with full hatred like previously said in passing. Far from it actually. Despite the World treating them like a broken puppet tossed aside, They don’t have to be so cruel, They just think it's what their morals are TELLING them to do. Not what THEY think. This doesn't mean they wont do what it takes to achieve something. On the flip side of the coin, There's a worried person deep down; Someone who only wants to see the good in people. They depend on a trust that can be taken with full hope, Hope that can shimmer even in the foggiest of nights. In reality, There is a part of Kalama’s youth that is still there, sitting dormany and waiting for the right moment. A moment where they could share those hopes and dreams, A moment of peace and serene. Perhaps, the ticking can slow down to a complete stop. Though, They only know what would happen if it did stop, by chance.

## APPEARANCE

Kamala is fairly tall for someone their age, Standing at about 6’0 and having all their clothes handmade. They wear their shoulder-length, Russian violet, hair in a bun, having the extra hair be little sidetails.

Onto the next thing. Their eruptive behavior leaking into a distressing amount of injuries, this causes numerous body parts being covered in, what seems to be, leftover ash and dust. Scars, scratches and burn marks for the taking. They’re always seen playing with some sort of spark, Burning themselves if they got far too comfortable. Basically a simple way of calming down without needing to further frustrate.

Clothing is fairly straightforward. A heavy set of layers upon layers of fabric. A ruby red poncho with a triangle-like designs wrapping it, along with diamonds and zigzags. It had been through alot as one can take note of, The original color being drained of its flamboyance and instead turning into a..sad depressing color. There had been stains of a mysterious liquid? A few burn marks, This had just be a few signs that this poncho was in NEED of a deep clean. Under the poncho was a leather vest (also very dirty) that smelt of smoke and some sort of murky water combination. The oversized, yellow tinted, Oversized blouse was maybe the cleanest out of EVERYTHING. Sure, It hadn’t been the main target of abuse but it was still awful, There were patches of messy stitching and mismatched fabric. At Least it held up, That’s all that really mattered to Kalama.

The pants and the boots were the final touch to this entire ‘getup’. The pants were VERY baggy, Only being held up by a fancy belt which had obviously been taken for free. It seemed to be jeans but it was hard to tell honestly? If they worked out, They did the job. The boots were maybe, the only salvageable thing there. Fairly clean too! Brown leather boots with slick spurs just at the heel of the shoe, However, Those shoes were like clown shoes compared to him. Being massive and all, This was just a freak accident WAITING to happen.

There seemed to be a theme with Kamala. What a fashion disaster. But what else can ya' do?

## FUN FACTS WOOOO

- Kamala’s name translates to Lotus flower, a flower of Purity and rebirth! Basto just means a burden so thats fun ig idk

- Kamala likes to bake! Doesn't mean they’re any good at it.

-They go by They/Thou! They/Them is just easier though

-I like to add that sparks can start to fly if they get angry enough, It’s what they try to mess around with to soothe themselves. And the ticking! I like to add tiny details. What can i say. Fr like a timebomb

-Their hair is an entire combination of gunpowder and fertilizer, Two components that can help make a bomb. They have little parts of ropes in their hair, easily able to spark.