Post by Katie Curtis on May 30, 2007 16:51:55 GMT -5
[/u]About You::
Name:
Kizz
Age:
16
Contact:
somethingaboutyourface@hotmail.co.uk
www.myspace.com/zebrasocks
How long have you been rping?
1 ½ years.
About Your Character::
Full Name:
Katie Curtis
Nick Names:
Kizz. Kriz. Kat
Family:
Shayne [Father 42]
Kayla [Mother 40]
Tony [Stepfather 48]
Lyn [Stepmother 38]
Markus [Brother 24 NowDeceased]
Lauren [Sister 18]
Adam [Stepbrother 20]
Vicky [Stepsister 24]
Sex:
Female
Age:
18
Birthday:
January 8th
Year in school:
Senior
Financial:
More than well off
Weigh; build:
94lbs. Slender, could be considered underweight.
Eye colour:
Blue
Hair colour:
Purple/Red
Over All appearance:
Katie stands at a petite 5’4, making her feel quite squat compared to all her other friends. She has an ok figure in her eyes, shes slightly more curvy up top in the bust area than she would like to be, but she lives with it and has grown into said curves. In her eyes she feels her neck is quite nice, and loves how smooth her skin is. Katie is vain, but only when it comes to taking photos of herself, because Katie Is indeed a camera whore. Her eyes are a light almost ocean colour blue, and she used to like them, but now she has come to hate them for their blueness, and wishes she could often have green or dark brown eyes.
Katie has ever changing hair colour. For weeks at a time it is one colour, then the next few weeks a different colour. This is mainly because she can never decide on what colour she likes best. Twice she has had it purple, once she had it blonde, three times red, twice brown. Her ever changing hair colour is due to her indecisive nature. Katie has dimples, cute dimples that she jokes about wanting to get pierced. On the subject of piercing, katie has only snakebites, and although she intends to get more, she just hasn’t got round to it yet. In total Katie has three tattoos, and may get more, though it is debatable that she will.
Katie will never be seen in a dress or a skirt. Hardly ever, and if she is, its for mainly special occasions. While she can pull both off, she just doesn’t care for the dress life or skirt life. Katie is always spotted in skinny jeans, be them yellow, green or black she always wears them, unafraid of the colours. Her most prized possession is her skeleton hoodie, criminal damage make. She loves the hoodie as a person would a child, and loves how warm it is. Katie is the typical woman when it comes to shoes, she owns so many pairs its hard to ever catch her wearing the same pair of shoes. Honestly, she has more pairs than could possibly be humanly counted. Her shoes are that insane and are usually dolly shoes.
Likes:
&&Credit Cards
&&Hoodies
&&Pretty boys
&&Sushi
&&Coffee
&&Soya milk
&&Ciggerates
&&Boys with hot hair
&&MADE
&&Concerts.
&&she reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaally likes ciggerates.
&&Mirrors
&&Pretty Boys
&&Smoking
&&Gin
&&You in my bed
&&Freedom to speak
&&Mac and Cheese
&&Licking the bowl after melting chocolate
&&Confetti
Dislikes:
&&Haters
&&Bubble gum
&&Porn Its tacky and I hate it.
&&Her face with no make up
&&Her everything when shes wearing no makeup
&&Meat
&&Crappy Cameras
&&Photoshop
Hobbies:
Quoting finding nemo
Modelling
Singing
Reading the classics
Myspacing it up big style
Personality.
Low Self esteem, a camera, extreme Vanity and high paranoia are two of the basic ingriedents to make a kizz. She has a low self belief in herself, mainly when it comes to her looks and weight, she always has that feeling she can do better and be better, and she is always doubting herself. Kizz also has a habit of immeadiatly thinking people hate her. Though it doesn’t show through her hyperness and kind nature, she always is wary of people, in case they don’t like her, which she always thinks they do.
Kizz is the person who is forward, sometimes overly forward. She says what everyone else is thinking but doesn’t have the guts to say. She wont take shit when it concerns her friends, and she will be the one to tel you when your being an idiot. She wont hesistate to correct you when it comes to spelling, and it’s a small habit of hers to do just that. Kizz has a strange personality, and she often has the habit of ranting off into long winded arguments and rants on some of the most random things. Once she ranted about a hose at school, because her bag kept getting stuck on it. Kizz is the one person who can be turned to for anything, and while she is only a person she will always try and give the best advice for people as she can, and she will go out of her way to help her friends. She is the type of person who will wait around so you can be the first to say goodbye, even if it means staying up for hours on end and getting less sleep than ideal.
Kizz will do anything for friends, she knows just how important they are, and she will do anything and everything for them, even if it means hurting herself or getting sick in the process. To Kizz friends are the best family you can have, and she cherishes each and everyone of hers.
History:
Kizz grew up in a broken home, being one of the many divorce kids in her neighbourhood. Her parents divorced when she was the tender age of 4, her father leaving her, her two siblings and her mum for a blonde bimbo. This wasn’t his first affair, he’d had others that Kizz was aware of, but that was the last straw for her mum, her father had used up all nine of his lives and was out, living with her and within a year once again married. Kizz rarely saw her dad, being second best to her sister, she and her brother were cast aside by their father, who chose to see them once every month.
At the age of 6 kizz was introduced to her stepfather, a man she thought would probably do her mother and her family some good. Boy was she wrong. Her stepfather had two children, whom of which her mother doted upon more so than her own children. And her stepfather was abusive in so many ways it wasn’t even fit to mention. Many times kizz hid in her room from the man she thought she could grow to trust. Her stepfather, a londener, insisted once she call him father, when kizz refused, she would face being hit around for hours on end until she finally gave in and called him dad, settling for that her stepdad left her alone in her room, sobbing like a baby with a broken arm and a fractured ankle. These weren’t the only bones broken by him, and they weren’t to be the last.
Torture from her stepdad lasted until she was older, from then where it improved slightly thanks to her ever growing fastness, stealth and strength at avoiding him. However it didn’t toally end and kizz still faces the abuse. When she was the age of 13, Kizz’s brother enrolled himself into the army. Kizz was distraught, she'd always been so close with her brother, they'd always shared a room, bunk beds because they never wanted to be apart, Indigo was happy being so close to her brother only to wake up one night and find his bunk empty, with just a note informing her of his conscription to serve his country in the war in Iraq.
On her 16th birthday Kizz was eager, she'd been sent a letter saying her brother was coming home, and easily enough she was bouncing off the walls, trying to prepare and great welcomehome/happybirthdaytome party. But when he finally did arrive, she didnt get what she was expecting. Instead of her brother it was a coffin. He'd been near a car when it had exploded on the streets during his patrol. The funeral was three days later and that was Katies last birthday. After that she just stopped celebrating it, she saw no point if her brother wasn't there to celebrate it either.
After loosing her brother Katie became obsessed with being perfect in her own little way. She moved as far away from her family as possible, hitchhiking all the way to Hollywood at first to make her fortune, when that failed, she took up residence in Miami making a better attempt at becoming famous. At the age of 18 a modelling company, one of those hardcore clothing companies that promote peircings, tattoos and bulimia, spotted Katie. Katie made it look good, and reaped the benefits. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
Sample Rp
Devin’s heart, once made of stone, broke slightly as he saw Baileys tears. Delicately brushing them away he cursed them. They were intruders of sadness that had no right to taint Baileys perfect features. Devin placed one hand on the side of Baileys face and nodded, not sure what bailey meant but understanding in a way. He knew what it was like to be hurt by memories; he knew how they could haunt a person. After all wasn’t that what memories were? Private ghosts for a person that haunted and tormented a person until that person couldn’t take it anymore. Until it was so hard to wake up every morning for fear of the memories, but it was too horrific to go to sleep, because the memories were there too. In dreams and in sleep. Devin knew exactly what it was like. He didn’t need to ask Bailey anything, at least not right now.
Devin smile softly, kissing Baileys forehead again and playing with his hair slightly, moving his hand then linking it back with Baileys, kneeling forward he kissing the boy gently on the cheek and moving back down. It must have looked a picture from afar. Normally Devin was taller than Bailey, but now, kneeling down before Bailey was a substantial amount shorter. He looked so small, and only now did he realise how dark it was in the bathroom. It looked a lot darker to him, and sighing Devin turned slightly, pulling open a drawer and reaching inside, pulling out his glasses case and smiling shyly, dipping his head as he slipped them on, frowning then pushing them up his nose cutely as they slipped. Neon pink thick-rimmed emo frames, which somehow suited him nicely. He looked adorable in his glasses but he didn’t like it. He didn’t want to be adorable at times; he wanted to be sexy and cool. But right now he didn’t care. None of it mattered, what he’d done before. How his rep had been built up. It didn’t matter in this moment how many girls he’d laid, and how many notches he had in his bedpost. Right now he was free to show the real Devin, the Devin he knew could and would be able to make Bailey happy, comfortable. The dorky Devin that wore pink glasses and became practically blind during the night.
They told him by the time he was thirty, he’d be legally blind, it was his fault really, all those times when he’d never taken eye tests and read in the dark. He remembered a tale his grandmother used to tell him when he would read upside down and in the dark. She’d always say the sight he possessed would spill out through his ears one day and he’d be left blinder than her and she was pushing 79. He’d never believed her but now he was starting too. The thought of being blind scared him slightly. In a few years his sight would be so bad, he wouldn’t be able to see the things around him. Now he had bailey the thought scared him even more. What if he wouldn’t ever be able to see Baileys beautiful features anymore? Would Bailey still want him when he became…less perfect? And his eyes glazed over with the fog of not being able to see? The way he saw it, no pun intended, he’d rather be blind than deaf. He wouldn’t be able to live without the sounds of music, without hearing the sweet voices of those he actually cared about, without hearing Baileys liquid voice talk to him. He’d feel more alone in the world if couldn’t hear anything. A silent world would drive him insane.
Looking up at Bailey looking shy and dorky in his glasses he blushed hard, such a hard blush his cheeks looked like someone had just slapped him twenty odd times very hard. The thought that Bailey was seeing him blush just made him blush harder, and Devin wanted the world to swallow him whole. He wished he didn’t need glasses, they just brought embarrassment. His hand still linked with baileys, Devin smiled, softly not saying one word. He moved forward, kissing Baileys hand gently and then opening it up, letting his polished blushing cheek rest in Baileys hand and he moved forward a little more, kneeling down and smiling softly up at the boy with nothing but kindness and loving in his eyes. His movements were so shy, so soft and sweet that it almost seemed like this was a different Devin, one that had been trapped in the drawer with his glasses. But it wasn’t. These were pure untainted feelings of love pouring out, making Devin move and controlling Devin’s actions. He spoke, gently.
“Will you stay with me…?” Devins voice sounded smaller, quieter and a lot less gruff. It sounded sweet and timid and he looked at Bailey hopefully. He didn’t want Bailey to leave. Even if he would just stay, and all they would do was sit on the sofa or the bed and cuddle Devin would adore that. He just didn’t want to let bailey leave, not now…he'd break down without him.
