Kala looks quite like the average Type:Null. She's strong and healthy due to the care of her creator and has no real notable differences between her and other Type:Null. She has not been in any real fights as of yet so she doesn't really even have any significant scarring. Instead, her posture and movements are a bit different. She holds her head high and makes more quick movements rather than keeping on a cautious prowl. She's on guard almost constantly and she makes it certain to be ready for the slightest sign of hostility.

While Kala is young in the sense of how many years she has been alive, she does not act all that close to a child. She can be a bit of an air head and completely miss points others are trying to make easily. She'll look around for something that's in front of her and just flat out fail to see what's so bad about some particularly terrible news. She's actually quite optimistic and confident, but she's not afraid to admit she's wrong...if she's proven that she actually is wrong. She's a blank slate that is being built up slowly. She has a strong desire to be good, but the difference between 'good' and 'wrong' can be a bit hard for her to discern sometimes.

The first time she woke up, she could not move. She was not allowed to move. She could hear voices, excitement, and then a bit of panic. Her body felt numb as it was pinned down. Her eyes saw, but she did not blink. She only saw darkness. She could not make sense of the voices as the haze around her mind obscured her ability to think properly. She had not been awake for long, before she fell into a darkness once more.

When she awoke the second time, it was silent. She still could not move her body, but she could look around with her eyes. She could not see much, but she was able to understand that there was a mask on her. The silence was all she could understand at that moment before she passed out once more, too weak to do much else.

When she awoke again, she had collected more strength. She was met with her creator, a Leafeon. The leafeon was not really her creator, but the supervisor of those who had. The reason she had existed. Her limbs were stitched together, healing. Her body was in pain, but gradually over time, it would fade. The body healed together perfectly.

The scientists around her scared her, as they too were scared. She knew not what they were afraid of, but if they had something to fear why shouldn't she? It had taken time and dedication for her to learn words and letters. By the time two years had passed, she had learned how to communicate with others and felt herself to be perfectly healed from...whatever had happened. She had simply assumed she could not remember at the time, but she was later informed of what she was and how she had come to be.

Kala eventually learned that the scientists that cared for her were afraid of her. She had asked one why and they were not hesitant to explain it to her. She was a weapon. A tool. Only a mere science experiment that was only going to go through more and more in order to obtain a goal for the leafeon that had put this little team together. She was an illegal wretched thing that should not have been alive, yet here she was.

The words had influenced her. She had grown to like the Leafeon that had created her quite dearly. She was not treated wrong by her. The Leafeon had even allowed her to pick out her own name. She eventually began training for combat. It's only been a year of training, but she had already been established as Indria's personal guard. However, it was not her skill that had landed her there. The leafeon wanted to keep a close eye on her, so what better way than a personal guard?

It's only been three years since she was created. Her life has only just begun.