Name: Kimera Valerio
Age: 20 (Looks) 20 (Actual)
Species: Initia
Element: Fire
Rank: Master-In-Training
Face Claim: Kim Chungha

| Adaptable | Challenging | Free-thinking | Perceptive | Competitive | Sarcastic | Impetuous |

BIOGRAPHY

Kimeka had always been somewhat eccentric, and painfully aware of it. She was closer to her mother, and though patience was not one of her specialties, she'd always been the only one to see her daughter for who she truly was among the chaos of things that would come before she'd even reached the age of ten. Perhaps this was because they shared a supernatural identity, kept secret from the little girl in a secret code left especially for her to transcribe when she was much older.

Kimeka was always in her own little world aside from being obsessed with academic perfection, ambitious from the start. it came naturally to her, but instead of taking pride in his daughter’s achievements, her father could only obsess on her future as an initia. When she would choose her path, begin her training. He was less inclined to care for what her want may be. human desires like education, career, even love were of little concern for him. and on the day of her seventh year, he was especially antsy and anxiety ridden. Kimeka was due to receive her marking. For him, however, it meant a welcome change and a shift that would alter not only her life but the family's.

Even the marriage between Kimeka's mother and father was more one of convenience rather than anything resembling love. Her father had ulterior motives, however, and upon meeting her mother, who was a powerful master of water, he knew that with his mastering of air, had they created a child together, that child would no doubt be one of the most powerful of any Initia. He had a revenge plot and planned to force his child into the narrative.

this lack of genuine love and distance from him, naturally, would end up creating a void in the girl's developing self esteem that only spiraled with age. kimeka grew to know she was different, though she couldn’t find joy and pride in those unique gifts because her father only focused on his needs. Her mother growing complacent and more or less a stranger. It was strange. It was something that would keep Kimeka up at night. She was highly introspective & conscientious at an early age, the truth evident that she was meant to be a master of the water like her mother. But fear and the need to gain her father's approval had caused her to turn to fire. She did feel a close kinship to it. An early love of warmth and a fascination with the way it danced and the control of one lighted match being able to cause so much destruction. It wasn't out of her realm of reality. But she would always feel a loss at the choice she made.

A lonely girl by the age of twelve, the fire element and her desire to choose it, was growing stronger. giving her father exactly what he wanted. She had found one single outlet for her jumbled up emotions. when not undergoing rigorous training or sleeping, she became lost in books, archaic languages and highly advanced scientific content became things she could not get enough of throughout her adolescence, and gaining a gpa over 5.0 was effortless. She was, of course, homeschooled. but if truth be told, her father's curriculum was much stricter and more difficult than she would have encountered had she been schooled with other children. But this would mean social interactions and the chance of being exposed. Though she had, by fourteen, begun sneaking out to see other children her age. standing off to the sidelines and observing, in the beginning, eventually she grew brave, introducing herself. She even managed to make a few friends. this, however, would be detrimental to her if her father ever found out. But her inattentive parents, however, hadn’t the faintest clue about her secret life. Kimeka still felt out of touch, disconnected from her peers. She was lonely, craving socialization.

Kimeka was growing more and more fiercely intelligent. it was almost miraculous to witness. Her mind formed ideas, cultivating an artificial persona down to a science. In a vain effort to ascend the spectrum of popularity once she had turned sixteen, and gain favor of everyone around her, she developed almost a multiple personality though her mind was completely sane. It was a conscious choice. She had her "home Kimeka". Obedient. Quiet. Not one to rebel or talk back or question. Always falling in line like a good little soldier. Then there was her alter ego. Wild, impetuous, independent. What had started as sneaking out to go to the local mall or a movie had turned into wild parties. Drinking, going a bit too far with boys, and girls. She was, essentially, being a normal, healthy teenager. But the way she had been taught made her feel these acts were to be ashamed of. And she hid them from her parents, coming and going like a thief in the night.

She was now nearing her eighteenth year. The year that she would finally have her ceremony. when she would officially choose the element of fire as the element to which would become the biggest part of her life. She would spend the next thirty years at least, learning everything she could about the element she had not only chosen but had in a sense, chosen her as well. when the day came, and Kimeka stood before her parents and the tribe to which she had been taught from birth to regard as family, she made her choice. There was a celebration that night. Kimeka had to admit, it felt nice but she also felt an emptiness inside of her. something missing. She had been born with too much of an independent streak and this, in the end, would nearly be her downfall.

Kimeka was slowly but surely becoming what would essentially become a hot mess, she had become spoiled from the attention she had begun to receive. She was, after all, a beautiful girl. This only made her more precocious and attention seeking (even at her own expense). She dated the captain of the lacrosse team at the local high school for a while, though nothing more to him than an accessory in the name of love (or what she liked to imagine it was) and he made her feel worthless. all of her little girl fantasies of a prince charming and being the home coming queen adored by all was quickly shatter. She was left with a both a bruised ego and psyche, she did something truly stupid.

She exposed herself.

It all had happened so fast. Dumped and feeling angry, betrayed, unwanted..among all of that, she found herself among a few others who seemed to still like her, and it was her first taste of authentic friendship. Though her anger and inherent need to be special had now been ended so abruptly by the sudden death of the relationship that had been a mess to begin with. She felt a need to gain attention back. All eyes on her, if you will. It started small. Creating a small frame and controlling it in literally the palm of her hand. Letting it grow a little more. A crowd beginning to form around her. It all changed, however, when a voice could be heard over the crowd of ooo's and aah's. A bottle blonde now hooked on her ex's arm speaking in a sneer

"See" bottle blond sneered "Told you she was a freak.

…it started out so innocently. Then like that, a nightmarish montage of blinding light, an echoing scream making its way throughout the now massive crowd of onlookers, glowing eyes and the voracious expression of a vengeful girl tearing into her mind. The heat burning through her body but she felt no effects from it. This generated the beginning of her own transformation. She wasn’t becoming an initia who would live her life for her father, at his will and for him. as the trees around her lit up, she was igniting from the inside out.

So called friends had long since run away. Out of the trancelike haze she had been in, her mind now fully enlightened, she was thinking more clear than ever before. And though she had caused a terrible thing that would surely have her not only exposed but facing legal ramifications as well, she was less human and emotional in her thinking. Bringing down the flames just as calmly as she brought them on, she waved her hands over the small grove of trees, slowly they had subsided just as the sound of firetrucks could be heard in the distance.

And into the deep woods she escaped. When everyone came running to check on her, she had already disappeared. assuming no one could possibly care. And most likely hated her. She never looked back. That night, she had an epiphany. All of her years of training were for naught. Her father, in only harnessing one side of her, had failed Kimeka in more ways than he could even imagine. She now knew that to ever be good. To ever be a person worth the time they'd been given on this earth, she had to leave. Run away. Leaving a note for her mother to find and in a place her father wouldn't, Kimeka packed a small bag and sneaked out of her bedroom window.

She would be slow to let down her intricate walls of marble around a seemingly glacial heart, Kimeka had become a walking contradiction of fire and ice. She is petulant. Sass became her primary artform, but she was never truly an ice princess. she was a goddess of fire. training on her own and becoming so much stronger so much more in control. At 18 she, on her own, made the choice of fire. Realizing now that her initial thoughts were wrong. This was her calling. there had been good reason that from as early as she could remember, Kimeka had an almost obsession with the beauty and true intricate wonder of a burning flame. But when she realized that she would need more. To find a place where someone like her would not only feel protected but like she belonged, she began to seek out where in this world a thing like this might be possible.

Months on the run had begun to change her. She didn't know. No one had ever taught her that the tribe to which she had wanted so much to break away from was the exact thing keeping her strong. There was a lot to the saying that family is the only cure you need. Because she had begun to notice her powers were dwindling. She was becoming winded after simple things. Simple tricks that should have been as easy as breathing. Her mind was becoming muddied. But she couldn't go home. She couldn't. It just was not possible. Stubbornness and a true need for a life on her own would prevent that from ever happening. No. There had to be another way.

She can't ever say for sure, who had left the brochure on the doorstep of the motel that had become her home, but if she ever finds them she's going to give them the biggest kiss. There was more to her world, to the actual world. Than..initia. than choosing an element. Than a life of training and no socialization. There were others. She read on...some with gifts so much more amazing than hers. she could cry. Lives needed to be saved. Death needed to be prevented. Everyone was worthy of living in a place of peace and harmony. for the most part. And Kimeka needed to be a part of that world. Voices, gentle whispers, angelic like echoes, swirled around in her head and filled a frequency only she seemed tuned into. The revelation of her having an identity took place on a clear morning. Tied to nothing, no family..no friends. She knew she just..felt..this was where she was meant to go. All of her mistakes all of her need to run and separate from her father. She knew that this place, this Evermore, was calling her home.

Maybe if she simply became exposed again to others like her, she might gain the strength she had once been so proud of fully again. It might be crazy it might all just be a pipedream but she had to try. Had to go. Had to see. She decided the next morning she would set out for Colorado. She truly had nothing to lose and only every single thing to gain.

The shadow that had been cast over her heart and made her grieve the loss of a life she'd never had, now it was as if it had never happened to begin with. Meeting another initia? The thought. The idea...it gave her a new found hope. She was no longer the only. Past didn’t matter anymore. Kimeka immersed herself into her hope. Enhancing her senses and figuring out ways to get to the place that now was the subject of her dreams every night.