Post by Kristine Caswell on Sept 3, 2007 15:12:17 GMT -5
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GIVE ME A NAME BASIS.
Your Name: Joey! { Dont. Call. Me. JODiE! }
Your Age: 13 Babyy!. C=
How You Found Us: You advertised on my site. WHEE
Other Characters?: Umm.. Not yet.
PRETTY BABIES IN BLANKETS.
Full Name: Kristine Anne Caswell
Nicknames: Kris, KC, Cazzy
Age: Totally 16 Babe.
Birthday: 27th August, 1991
Gender: Female Babyy!
Sexual Orientation: Straight. For now
You Are A: [runaway]
PRETTY EYES AND A CHARMING SMILE.
Eye Color: Grey with specs of green.
Hair Color: A mixture of several dark colourings, including; brown, tan, gold, mahogany, and dark blonde.
Skin Tone: Pale/LIGHT brown
Body Build: Not too skinny, but skinny enough.
Height & Weight: 5'3" & 6st 3lbs
Other: A single tattoo of a tiger on her lower back and a belly bar.
PICTURES AND FAMILY PORTRAITS
Mothers Name: Eliza Scott
Fathers Name: John Scott
Siblings?: One, brother.
Siblings Name: James D Caswell
Family History: John Scott. Your typical 18 year old drug-taking 'runaway'. He met Eliza in a small caf'e just on the outskirts of London, and they hit it off straight away. She adored him, and when Mr. Scott asked her to marry him at the age of 22, she was ecstatic. Although, marriage life was not all it was cracked up to be, and Eliza realized soon after the twins were born that things would never be the same.
They lived in the heart of London, in some grotty little bedsit with a single bedroom. John Scott took up a job at the local Co-Op whilst Eliza stayed at home to tend to the children. Once the drugs started again, Eliza knew it was all going to end in tears. She questioned John about it, and he replied with a simple 'Drop it' attitude. Now, Mrs. Scott-to-be knew she had to do something, but didn't know what. It had come to the point where she was not allowed out of the house, nor was she allowed any contact with the outside world.
"I am your life. You have to do what I say, when I say."
Had been his words to her. Eliza felt that by the time the children hit 8.. It was time for a change.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.
Likes & Dislikes:
+ Guys {Hmm.}
+ Ice-cream
+ Her brother. R.I.P
+ Drama. Surprisingly
+ Horses?
+ Salt & Vinegar crisps
+ 'Snobs'
- Snakes
- Her father
- Drunk men
- Full moons
- Teachers
- The dark.
- Keeping diaries.
Fears & Habits: Kristine fears VERY drunk men, and very high men too. They resemble her father to her, and she doesn't like to be near them at all. Even with close friends.
Kristine watches what she eats.. A lot. She has the bad habit of counting every single calorie up. If she's had over 1300, then she gets extremely mad. Kristine doesn't like to have more than two proper meals a day, and 1 snack. She doesn't eat much, but drinks loads. .{As you already know}
Kristine also fears the dark. She can't stand it, and sleeps with a light on.. All the time. It irritated her brother too, when they were younger. She is scared of the dark because of her punishment. The cupboard, yes. She was locked in there with everything else.. Dead or alive.
(Sorry it's not very good.. writers block.. Bleh)
Addictions: Kris could drink excessive amounts most nights were she allowed. She has become 'addicted' to drink over the past years and can't seem to get enough of it.
Personality: Kristine is a very fun-loving girl, although she can be pretty precautious about things. She can be stubborn at the best of times, and will fight for her opinion. Kris usually expects people to know what she's thinking, and can be downright rude without realizing. She tends to let her temper take ahold of her mind, and is usually the one to start heated conversations.
Although, pushing all of that aside, Kris calms down qutie easily, which is surprising considering her past. She IS a very loving girl and when the time is right, she will find the right guy for her.
Personal Character History: Kristine was 9 when the strange noises started. She could hear them coming from her parents room. Her and her brother set up camp in the living room every night after the age of 6, and Kristine was the one who always snuck up to their parents bedroom door and listened in. Although, she began to hear whimpering, and her mother pleading for John to stop. She could also hear him grunting quietly.. Like some sort of animal. Kristine was shocked, as, being a year or two older than her brother, she knew exactly what was going on.
How could her father do that? Just rape Eliza like that? Kristine wasn't one to back down, and brought it up over dinner one morning. She was smacked, and sent to sit in the airing cupboard. {This was an occuring event, as she had been the 'naughty' one. Hence her dislike of the dark}
Although, it seemed that enough was enough when Kristine found out that he was rendering Eliza Scott unconscious first, then brutally raping her after.
She was scared now, scared for her and her brother..
Especially when it was found out that John Scott had killed his wife.
So, at the age of 10, Kristine took her only items of clothing, and fled. She didn't care where it was she ran to, as long as it was far away from him. She left her brother, knowing that John would kill him too. Kristine cried herself to sleep most nights.. Beside bins, on front steps.. Anywhere she could find shelter.
A year she searched for somewhere to stay.. And it was then that she found St. Riddles. Kristine was taken in, and has been there ever since. Maybe she's safe? Or maybe someday she'll face the same fate as her mother..
Who knows.
Sample RP: Dakota Quail? Her name, of course. And as much as she despised it, her parents insisted upon calling her 'Dakota' instead of 'Dee', like she had pleaded them to do. Her misty grey eyes flickered in the light, and she blinked.. once, twice, three times before opening them fully. Dakota pulled out the elastic band from her hair, and let the blonde locks cascade down her back as she swung her legs round and over the edge of the mattress. Her bare feet connected with the floor and she stood, wincing slightly as the bed creaked from the lift of her weight. She flicked stray hair from her eyes and stumbled over to her trunk, pulling out an outfit at random and throwing it on the bed. Her arms stretched up wide beside her, Dakota stifled a yawn and continued with what she was doing.
Top, jeans, and trainers on, she tugged at the jumper, sliding it over her head and onto her body. She felt a chill run up her spine as she reached under the bed for her trainers. Dakota slid through the girls dormitory doors and down the staircase, into the common room. She smiled in greeting to a student on the sofa, before exiting the common room and making her way towards the Great Hall.-Her thoughts were on the day ahead. 'Rose Day', as Dumbledore had called it. A muggle event, apparently. Dakota knew nothing of it, even though her mother was a muggle. Her father, a wizard.
Although Dakota hoped that she might be able to snag a few roses, she doubted she would get one from Mr. Pettigrew. She sighed, and glanced down at the floor as she entered the Great Hall and sidled up to the Gryffindor table, deep in thought.
Her shoes scuffed the floor as she sat down. Absent-minded, she reached for a piece of toast and began to butter it. Dakota felt that today wasn’t going to be all Dumbledore had said it would be. In fact, in her opinion it would probably be just like any other day. To Dakota, it was nothing. Although, as Lily had pointed out, to pure-blood families it must mean something as they thought it a sacred event in the muggle world.
/Pfft/., thought Dakota, /They want sacred? Try McDonalds./
She sighed, and glanced up as Lily waltzed over. She looked smug, and Dakota knew why.
”Has he given it to you yet?” She said, smiling at her friend. Maybe James would gain victory today? Then again, maybe not.. Lily hadn’t accepted his gestures for the past years, why should she start now?
ooc;
Sorry the sample post is so.. Bleh.
GIVE ME A NAME BASIS.
Your Name: Joey! { Dont. Call. Me. JODiE! }
Your Age: 13 Babyy!. C=
How You Found Us: You advertised on my site. WHEE
Other Characters?: Umm.. Not yet.
PRETTY BABIES IN BLANKETS.
Full Name: Kristine Anne Caswell
Nicknames: Kris, KC, Cazzy
Age: Totally 16 Babe.
Birthday: 27th August, 1991
Gender: Female Babyy!
Sexual Orientation: Straight. For now
You Are A: [runaway]
PRETTY EYES AND A CHARMING SMILE.
Eye Color: Grey with specs of green.
Hair Color: A mixture of several dark colourings, including; brown, tan, gold, mahogany, and dark blonde.
Skin Tone: Pale/LIGHT brown
Body Build: Not too skinny, but skinny enough.
Height & Weight: 5'3" & 6st 3lbs
Other: A single tattoo of a tiger on her lower back and a belly bar.
PICTURES AND FAMILY PORTRAITS
Mothers Name: Eliza Scott
Fathers Name: John Scott
Siblings?: One, brother.
Siblings Name
Family History: John Scott. Your typical 18 year old drug-taking 'runaway'. He met Eliza in a small caf'e just on the outskirts of London, and they hit it off straight away. She adored him, and when Mr. Scott asked her to marry him at the age of 22, she was ecstatic. Although, marriage life was not all it was cracked up to be, and Eliza realized soon after the twins were born that things would never be the same.
They lived in the heart of London, in some grotty little bedsit with a single bedroom. John Scott took up a job at the local Co-Op whilst Eliza stayed at home to tend to the children. Once the drugs started again, Eliza knew it was all going to end in tears. She questioned John about it, and he replied with a simple 'Drop it' attitude. Now, Mrs. Scott-to-be knew she had to do something, but didn't know what. It had come to the point where she was not allowed out of the house, nor was she allowed any contact with the outside world.
"I am your life. You have to do what I say, when I say."
Had been his words to her. Eliza felt that by the time the children hit 8.. It was time for a change.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.
Likes & Dislikes:
+ Guys {Hmm.}
+ Ice-cream
+ Her brother. R.I.P
+ Drama. Surprisingly
+ Horses?
+ Salt & Vinegar crisps
+ 'Snobs'
- Snakes
- Her father
- Drunk men
- Full moons
- Teachers
- The dark.
- Keeping diaries.
Fears & Habits: Kristine fears VERY drunk men, and very high men too. They resemble her father to her, and she doesn't like to be near them at all. Even with close friends.
Kristine watches what she eats.. A lot. She has the bad habit of counting every single calorie up. If she's had over 1300, then she gets extremely mad. Kristine doesn't like to have more than two proper meals a day, and 1 snack. She doesn't eat much, but drinks loads. .{As you already know}
Kristine also fears the dark. She can't stand it, and sleeps with a light on.. All the time. It irritated her brother too, when they were younger. She is scared of the dark because of her punishment. The cupboard, yes. She was locked in there with everything else.. Dead or alive.
(Sorry it's not very good.. writers block.. Bleh)
Addictions: Kris could drink excessive amounts most nights were she allowed. She has become 'addicted' to drink over the past years and can't seem to get enough of it.
Personality: Kristine is a very fun-loving girl, although she can be pretty precautious about things. She can be stubborn at the best of times, and will fight for her opinion. Kris usually expects people to know what she's thinking, and can be downright rude without realizing. She tends to let her temper take ahold of her mind, and is usually the one to start heated conversations.
Although, pushing all of that aside, Kris calms down qutie easily, which is surprising considering her past. She IS a very loving girl and when the time is right, she will find the right guy for her.
Personal Character History: Kristine was 9 when the strange noises started. She could hear them coming from her parents room. Her and her brother set up camp in the living room every night after the age of 6, and Kristine was the one who always snuck up to their parents bedroom door and listened in. Although, she began to hear whimpering, and her mother pleading for John to stop. She could also hear him grunting quietly.. Like some sort of animal. Kristine was shocked, as, being a year or two older than her brother, she knew exactly what was going on.
How could her father do that? Just rape Eliza like that? Kristine wasn't one to back down, and brought it up over dinner one morning. She was smacked, and sent to sit in the airing cupboard. {This was an occuring event, as she had been the 'naughty' one. Hence her dislike of the dark}
Although, it seemed that enough was enough when Kristine found out that he was rendering Eliza Scott unconscious first, then brutally raping her after.
She was scared now, scared for her and her brother..
Especially when it was found out that John Scott had killed his wife.
So, at the age of 10, Kristine took her only items of clothing, and fled. She didn't care where it was she ran to, as long as it was far away from him. She left her brother, knowing that John would kill him too. Kristine cried herself to sleep most nights.. Beside bins, on front steps.. Anywhere she could find shelter.
A year she searched for somewhere to stay.. And it was then that she found St. Riddles. Kristine was taken in, and has been there ever since. Maybe she's safe? Or maybe someday she'll face the same fate as her mother..
Who knows.
Sample RP: Dakota Quail? Her name, of course. And as much as she despised it, her parents insisted upon calling her 'Dakota' instead of 'Dee', like she had pleaded them to do. Her misty grey eyes flickered in the light, and she blinked.. once, twice, three times before opening them fully. Dakota pulled out the elastic band from her hair, and let the blonde locks cascade down her back as she swung her legs round and over the edge of the mattress. Her bare feet connected with the floor and she stood, wincing slightly as the bed creaked from the lift of her weight. She flicked stray hair from her eyes and stumbled over to her trunk, pulling out an outfit at random and throwing it on the bed. Her arms stretched up wide beside her, Dakota stifled a yawn and continued with what she was doing.
Top, jeans, and trainers on, she tugged at the jumper, sliding it over her head and onto her body. She felt a chill run up her spine as she reached under the bed for her trainers. Dakota slid through the girls dormitory doors and down the staircase, into the common room. She smiled in greeting to a student on the sofa, before exiting the common room and making her way towards the Great Hall.-Her thoughts were on the day ahead. 'Rose Day', as Dumbledore had called it. A muggle event, apparently. Dakota knew nothing of it, even though her mother was a muggle. Her father, a wizard.
Although Dakota hoped that she might be able to snag a few roses, she doubted she would get one from Mr. Pettigrew. She sighed, and glanced down at the floor as she entered the Great Hall and sidled up to the Gryffindor table, deep in thought.
Her shoes scuffed the floor as she sat down. Absent-minded, she reached for a piece of toast and began to butter it. Dakota felt that today wasn’t going to be all Dumbledore had said it would be. In fact, in her opinion it would probably be just like any other day. To Dakota, it was nothing. Although, as Lily had pointed out, to pure-blood families it must mean something as they thought it a sacred event in the muggle world.
/Pfft/., thought Dakota, /They want sacred? Try McDonalds./
She sighed, and glanced up as Lily waltzed over. She looked smug, and Dakota knew why.
”Has he given it to you yet?” She said, smiling at her friend. Maybe James would gain victory today? Then again, maybe not.. Lily hadn’t accepted his gestures for the past years, why should she start now?
ooc;
Sorry the sample post is so.. Bleh.
