Post by Kat Jessock on Sept 3, 2007 11:48:28 GMT -5
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GIVE ME A NAME BASIS.
Your Name:Gabi
Your Age:Seventeen
How You Found Us:Neopets.
Other Characters?:None yet…
PRETTY BABIES IN BLANKETS.
Full Name:Katherine Amelia Jessock
Nicknames:Kat, Katty, Kitty
Age:17
Birthday:13th December
Gender:Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
You Are A: Runaway
PRETTY EYES AND A CHARMING SMILE.
Eye Color: Boring Brown
Hair Color: Blonde, blue, black. It changes a lot.
Skin Tone: Pale-ish. Sun doesn’t want to latch on.
Body Build: Slim but curvy-ish.
Height & Weight:5”4 and 118lbs
Other:
+ Lip pierced.
+ Ears pierced each 3 times
+ Tattoo dedicated to her little sister on her lower back. Tattoo is off a bunny rabbit, with her sister’s name, “Melanie” wrapped around it. Rabbits were her sister’s favourite animal.
PICTURES AND FAMILY PORTRAITS
Mothers Name: Linda Parker
Fathers Name: Clyde Jessock.
Siblings?: Had a sister nine years younger than her
Siblings Name:Melanie
Family History: When you marry your college sweetheart, life’s meant to turn out perfectly, isn’t it? Linda thought so. She expected it all. The big house, the huge family. She even had it planned right down to the arguments over the armchair. None of it turned out that way of course.
Her college sweetheart was Clyde Jessock, and he was a career man. A lawyer to be exact. So she had the big house, sure, but it was a while before a big family became an option. When she eventually fell pregnant after three years of marriage, Linda was overjoyed. She couldn’t wait for the arrival of a little one. When Kat was born however, Linda suffered post-natal depression, and quite seriously too. Her husband doted on his little daughter, but was too busy to worry about his wife as well. The poor woman turned to drink and drugs, and when she eventually came out of the depression, she was heavily addicted to more than one harmful substamce. Family was no longer her priority, but low and behold, nine years later at the age of 34, Linda had another baby girl-Melanie.
It was amazing the little child didn’t have a disability, what with her mother’s awful habits, and whilst Linda continued with her bad ways, Clyde was forced to quit his job and look after his two daughters, pretty much single handily. Things were getting out of control, and they eventually reached a tragic climax when at the age of six, Melanie was beaten to death by her drunk mother, who later showed no remorse.
Kat was only fifteen when this happened, and was devestated. She’d adored her little sister, and in the next two years she rebelled against her caring yet strict father, and her hatred for her mother grew, just as the bruises from her beatings did too.
At seventeen, she’d had enough, and ran away with a pathetic $15. It wasn’t long before she was found by members of the St.Riddle’s staff, and was pretty much dragged to the home, where she was immediately assumed as a trouble maker. Of course, all she was, was lonely and upset.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.
Likes & Dislikes:
Likes;;
+ Changing her hair colour
+ Her father
+ Writing
+ Window shopping
+ Drawing on people
+ Affection
+ Attention from guys
Dislikes;;
+ Violence
+ Being alone
+ Bullies
+ Drugs
+ Her mother
+ Cheerleaders
Fears & Habits:
Fears;;
+ Her mother finding her
+ Talking on the phone
+ Being rejected
Habits;;
+ Bites the skin around her nails when she’s scared
+ Blows her bangs out of her eyes a lot
+ Licks her lips sub consciously when walking towards someone
Addictions:
+ Addicted to company. Can’t be alone.
Personality: Looking at her for the first time, your immediate reaction would be to cross to the other side of the street, and keep your head down. It’s unfortunate that people stereotype, because Kat isn’t in fact a scary person. Sure, she has the wild hair, the piercings, and the crazy threatening t-shirts to match. Maybe you wouldn’t want to cuddle someone who had, “Eat shit and die” on the front of their tee, but that’s what she’d really love. Cuddles, hugs, and affections. She’s a hard chocolate with a warm truffle center, and she only wishes more would be willing to meet the soft and gooey version of her. The real her. The Kat who’ll stop and stroke any animal she comes across (excluding things that crawl and slither). The girl who’ll hug anyone she thinks needs some love. The girl who’s troubled past has made her vulnerable, yet defensive.
She’s not completely innocent of course; sex, drink and bad crowds. Sure. You could say, she's the rebel with a heart of gold.
Personal Character History: Growing up with a working father, and a depressed mother, most certainly wasn’t easy. During the day, the young Katherine would do all she could to cheer her mother up.
“Want me to sing?” “Want me to dance?” “I’ll cook beans on toast!”
Nothing ever worked of course, and she longed for bedtime when her father would return and read her stories. If she was lucky, he’d have had a good day at work and would go as far as making up stories just for her.
As she grew older, stories were no longer told. “You’re too old now honey.”
Instead, she began telling her father some things. Like how her mother constantly drank, and sniffed washing up powder. Her father was kind enough not to ruin her childhood innocence, and inform her that the powder was cocaine.
Kat’s daily feedback’s only got worse from there, and because her father was horrified every time, she was surprised when her mother fell pregnant once again. Surprised and excited!
When her little sister came, Kat looked after her as though she were her own daughter. She had help of course, as by now her father had quit his job. Put together, the two of them did their best to keep little Melanie from her mother’s harmful ways. Neither of them could have seen her death coming, but Kat blamed herself completely. At fifteen, she took on the guilt her mother should have been feeling, and her change in attitude started immediately. Colouring of the hair, piercings, the memorial tattoo, alcohol, sex. It all came in one big rush, and Kat rebelled purely to stop herself from thinking about Melanie. Her mother didn’t like the new Kat unfortunately. Loathed her even more than she had previously, and the beatings got worse. At seventeen, Kat gave up hope, and left home for good. Every day she misses her father and sister desperately, but hates to think about the past.
“My past no longer exists. Only my future.”
Sample RP: On a small side street somewhere near the back of the town, sat a row of about 15 semi-detached houses. Each looked identical to its neighbour, excluding the one house that had gone against the mainstream and had a white door instead of the regular black.
These houses were not particularly pleasing to the eye, but then again they weren’t necessarily ugly, either; they were just, ordinary. Plain. Dull, even. Now, every house belonged to someone. Obviously. And every house somehow managed to be in exact synchronisation with the others. What do I mean? Well, picture this.
At the same time as Mrs Rogers was shouting for her son to wake up in number 11, Mr Cartwright was gently waking up his wife with a cup of tea in number 3. At the exact same moment Jenny Riggs was being shaken awake in number 7, Sid the dog was rousing his owner Patty from her slumber in number 10. Perfect synchronisation, and every house followed the same routine.
Every house except for the one with the white door; number five.
Inside this house lived a girl who refused to be part of this, rather spooky, communal routine. While everyone else was still snoozing at 6am, this particular girl was in the process of making her bed, which had to be absolutely perfect with not a lump or crease in sight.
As most enjoyed their blissful unconsciousness, this sixteen year old was hopping into the shower and washing her raven black hair, taking extra care with the conditioner when it came to maintaining her blue streaks; splashes of colour which she had become known for.
Finally, when the moment came for the rest of the street to wake up, our heroine was adding the finishing touches to her outfit, which today consisted of white drainpipes, a simple black t-shirt and a lime green zip-up she adored.
Not forgetting other essentials, she pulled her favourite tweety-pie belt through the loopholes in her jeans to fit around her slim waist, and pushed her feet into an old pair of black converses.
Just to check she had plenty of time, the girl glanced at her tweety-pie wall clock, and was safe in the knowledge that she had at least 40 minutes before she had to leave. Others along that row of houses were also looking at their clocks, panicking as they realised what little time they had.
When eventually the rest of the street had finished the dressing part of their morning routine, our teenager was already enjoying a breakfast consisting of a bacon sandwich and a glass of OJ. Her thickly rimmed eyes scanned the morning newspaper as hand brought food to mouth automatically, and she finished her breakfast in the peace and quiet most families weren’t able to enjoy.
At around ten to eight, the girl was ready to leave with her black messenger bag on her shoulder, and her snakebites attached. It was just as she was leaving, that her mother came running down the stairs.
“Tasha! Hold up honey! You forgot your chemistry homework!”
With a smile, the mom who looked almost identical to her daughter (ignoring the blue hair and piercings) handed Natasha the piece of paper which could have meant detention, if left behind.
“Thanks mom! Once again, you’ve saved my butt.”
Hugging her mother with genuine love and appreciation, Natasha gave her a quick smile before heading out of her house and down the street which for now lay silent. It was only after Natasha was settled on the grassy hill behind the gym, happily proof reading her chemistry homework, that a surge of people came rushing out of their houses. All, at the same time.
GIVE ME A NAME BASIS.
Your Name:Gabi
Your Age:Seventeen
How You Found Us:Neopets.
Other Characters?:None yet…
PRETTY BABIES IN BLANKETS.
Full Name:Katherine Amelia Jessock
Nicknames:Kat, Katty, Kitty
Age:17
Birthday:13th December
Gender:Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
You Are A: Runaway
PRETTY EYES AND A CHARMING SMILE.
Eye Color: Boring Brown
Hair Color: Blonde, blue, black. It changes a lot.
Skin Tone: Pale-ish. Sun doesn’t want to latch on.
Body Build: Slim but curvy-ish.
Height & Weight:5”4 and 118lbs
Other:
+ Lip pierced.
+ Ears pierced each 3 times
+ Tattoo dedicated to her little sister on her lower back. Tattoo is off a bunny rabbit, with her sister’s name, “Melanie” wrapped around it. Rabbits were her sister’s favourite animal.
PICTURES AND FAMILY PORTRAITS
Mothers Name: Linda Parker
Fathers Name: Clyde Jessock.
Siblings?: Had a sister nine years younger than her
Siblings Name
Family History: When you marry your college sweetheart, life’s meant to turn out perfectly, isn’t it? Linda thought so. She expected it all. The big house, the huge family. She even had it planned right down to the arguments over the armchair. None of it turned out that way of course.
Her college sweetheart was Clyde Jessock, and he was a career man. A lawyer to be exact. So she had the big house, sure, but it was a while before a big family became an option. When she eventually fell pregnant after three years of marriage, Linda was overjoyed. She couldn’t wait for the arrival of a little one. When Kat was born however, Linda suffered post-natal depression, and quite seriously too. Her husband doted on his little daughter, but was too busy to worry about his wife as well. The poor woman turned to drink and drugs, and when she eventually came out of the depression, she was heavily addicted to more than one harmful substamce. Family was no longer her priority, but low and behold, nine years later at the age of 34, Linda had another baby girl-Melanie.
It was amazing the little child didn’t have a disability, what with her mother’s awful habits, and whilst Linda continued with her bad ways, Clyde was forced to quit his job and look after his two daughters, pretty much single handily. Things were getting out of control, and they eventually reached a tragic climax when at the age of six, Melanie was beaten to death by her drunk mother, who later showed no remorse.
Kat was only fifteen when this happened, and was devestated. She’d adored her little sister, and in the next two years she rebelled against her caring yet strict father, and her hatred for her mother grew, just as the bruises from her beatings did too.
At seventeen, she’d had enough, and ran away with a pathetic $15. It wasn’t long before she was found by members of the St.Riddle’s staff, and was pretty much dragged to the home, where she was immediately assumed as a trouble maker. Of course, all she was, was lonely and upset.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.
Likes & Dislikes:
Likes;;
+ Changing her hair colour
+ Her father
+ Writing
+ Window shopping
+ Drawing on people
+ Affection
+ Attention from guys
Dislikes;;
+ Violence
+ Being alone
+ Bullies
+ Drugs
+ Her mother
+ Cheerleaders
Fears & Habits:
Fears;;
+ Her mother finding her
+ Talking on the phone
+ Being rejected
Habits;;
+ Bites the skin around her nails when she’s scared
+ Blows her bangs out of her eyes a lot
+ Licks her lips sub consciously when walking towards someone
Addictions:
+ Addicted to company. Can’t be alone.
Personality: Looking at her for the first time, your immediate reaction would be to cross to the other side of the street, and keep your head down. It’s unfortunate that people stereotype, because Kat isn’t in fact a scary person. Sure, she has the wild hair, the piercings, and the crazy threatening t-shirts to match. Maybe you wouldn’t want to cuddle someone who had, “Eat shit and die” on the front of their tee, but that’s what she’d really love. Cuddles, hugs, and affections. She’s a hard chocolate with a warm truffle center, and she only wishes more would be willing to meet the soft and gooey version of her. The real her. The Kat who’ll stop and stroke any animal she comes across (excluding things that crawl and slither). The girl who’ll hug anyone she thinks needs some love. The girl who’s troubled past has made her vulnerable, yet defensive.
She’s not completely innocent of course; sex, drink and bad crowds. Sure. You could say, she's the rebel with a heart of gold.
Personal Character History: Growing up with a working father, and a depressed mother, most certainly wasn’t easy. During the day, the young Katherine would do all she could to cheer her mother up.
“Want me to sing?” “Want me to dance?” “I’ll cook beans on toast!”
Nothing ever worked of course, and she longed for bedtime when her father would return and read her stories. If she was lucky, he’d have had a good day at work and would go as far as making up stories just for her.
As she grew older, stories were no longer told. “You’re too old now honey.”
Instead, she began telling her father some things. Like how her mother constantly drank, and sniffed washing up powder. Her father was kind enough not to ruin her childhood innocence, and inform her that the powder was cocaine.
Kat’s daily feedback’s only got worse from there, and because her father was horrified every time, she was surprised when her mother fell pregnant once again. Surprised and excited!
When her little sister came, Kat looked after her as though she were her own daughter. She had help of course, as by now her father had quit his job. Put together, the two of them did their best to keep little Melanie from her mother’s harmful ways. Neither of them could have seen her death coming, but Kat blamed herself completely. At fifteen, she took on the guilt her mother should have been feeling, and her change in attitude started immediately. Colouring of the hair, piercings, the memorial tattoo, alcohol, sex. It all came in one big rush, and Kat rebelled purely to stop herself from thinking about Melanie. Her mother didn’t like the new Kat unfortunately. Loathed her even more than she had previously, and the beatings got worse. At seventeen, Kat gave up hope, and left home for good. Every day she misses her father and sister desperately, but hates to think about the past.
“My past no longer exists. Only my future.”
Sample RP: On a small side street somewhere near the back of the town, sat a row of about 15 semi-detached houses. Each looked identical to its neighbour, excluding the one house that had gone against the mainstream and had a white door instead of the regular black.
These houses were not particularly pleasing to the eye, but then again they weren’t necessarily ugly, either; they were just, ordinary. Plain. Dull, even. Now, every house belonged to someone. Obviously. And every house somehow managed to be in exact synchronisation with the others. What do I mean? Well, picture this.
At the same time as Mrs Rogers was shouting for her son to wake up in number 11, Mr Cartwright was gently waking up his wife with a cup of tea in number 3. At the exact same moment Jenny Riggs was being shaken awake in number 7, Sid the dog was rousing his owner Patty from her slumber in number 10. Perfect synchronisation, and every house followed the same routine.
Every house except for the one with the white door; number five.
Inside this house lived a girl who refused to be part of this, rather spooky, communal routine. While everyone else was still snoozing at 6am, this particular girl was in the process of making her bed, which had to be absolutely perfect with not a lump or crease in sight.
As most enjoyed their blissful unconsciousness, this sixteen year old was hopping into the shower and washing her raven black hair, taking extra care with the conditioner when it came to maintaining her blue streaks; splashes of colour which she had become known for.
Finally, when the moment came for the rest of the street to wake up, our heroine was adding the finishing touches to her outfit, which today consisted of white drainpipes, a simple black t-shirt and a lime green zip-up she adored.
Not forgetting other essentials, she pulled her favourite tweety-pie belt through the loopholes in her jeans to fit around her slim waist, and pushed her feet into an old pair of black converses.
Just to check she had plenty of time, the girl glanced at her tweety-pie wall clock, and was safe in the knowledge that she had at least 40 minutes before she had to leave. Others along that row of houses were also looking at their clocks, panicking as they realised what little time they had.
When eventually the rest of the street had finished the dressing part of their morning routine, our teenager was already enjoying a breakfast consisting of a bacon sandwich and a glass of OJ. Her thickly rimmed eyes scanned the morning newspaper as hand brought food to mouth automatically, and she finished her breakfast in the peace and quiet most families weren’t able to enjoy.
At around ten to eight, the girl was ready to leave with her black messenger bag on her shoulder, and her snakebites attached. It was just as she was leaving, that her mother came running down the stairs.
“Tasha! Hold up honey! You forgot your chemistry homework!”
With a smile, the mom who looked almost identical to her daughter (ignoring the blue hair and piercings) handed Natasha the piece of paper which could have meant detention, if left behind.
“Thanks mom! Once again, you’ve saved my butt.”
Hugging her mother with genuine love and appreciation, Natasha gave her a quick smile before heading out of her house and down the street which for now lay silent. It was only after Natasha was settled on the grassy hill behind the gym, happily proof reading her chemistry homework, that a surge of people came rushing out of their houses. All, at the same time.
