Post by thea on Jan 10, 2012 19:48:40 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-LWSqSNpIToc/TYZTxT60WjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/kX0kRj5ZB6k/BlackWood.jpg); width: 437px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] KINSLEY AURORA PARKS  GENERAL INFORMATION FULL NAME Kinsley Aurora Parks NICKNAMES Kinsley GENDER Female SEXUALITY Straight AGE & DATE OF BIRTH 16 and April twenty-third GRADE Junior CLIQUE Transfer OCCUPATION Student FACE CLAIM Merilin Perli PERSONALITY OUTGOING Kinsley has never been known to be shy. Since she was a young kid, she had no problem walking up to a random person, anyone, and talking to them. It's easy to talk to Kinsley, too. Due to her ability to laugh off anything, conversations never get awkward. This part of her doesn't extend to all people - for example, if she was at a restaurant, she wouldn't walk up to a random guy and start talking to him. However, she might start a conversation with whoever's taking her order. Like any teenager, she finds it easier to talk to people her own age. If she likes someone she meets, she acts like they're her best friend. If she doesn't, she stops talking to them. However, Kinsley is a social person - the type of person who hates to be alone, and so she tries to talk to anyone. CAREFREE Kinsley is the type of person who thinks she can do anything. It's almost like she thinks that whatever she does, there won't be any consequences. That includes pranks, what she says to other people, and basically anything she feels like doing. She's not a mean person, but she can sometimes come off that way. The reason is her parents. Kinsley was raised by a single father and he was a lawyer. However, his demanding job required him to stay home a lot of the time. Back in New York, he would leave Kinsley alone at the apartment a lot of the time while he went to work. Meanwhile, Kinsley would usually sneak out. She never had consequences for her actions, which is why acts like there are no consequences. OUTSPOKEN Kinsley likes to think of herself as a person who stands up for other people. Of course, it isn't all true, but it is true that if she sees someone being rude to someone else, she'll tell them to stop. It can get quite annoying, but it's true. She can't stand seeing something like that without doing it. As mentioned before, she can be mean sometimes, but she never intends to be. Kinsley especially likes to make sure royals aren't being mean. Because of something that happened in her old school, she detests anyone who holds a position of popularity. In fact, she doesn't really care about popularity at all except for the people that think they're so great because they have a large amount of fake friends. INSECURE Though Kinsley may be the last person anyone else may think to be insecure, she doubts herself a lot. Kinsley has an image of herself that she tries to fill; someone who's fearless. However, Kinsley isn't fearless. A lot of the time she wonders normal things that high school girls wonder: whether she makes the right decisions, whether or not she has any friends. Most of all, she wonders what the people are going to be like in her new school. As mentioned before, Kinsley is a social person, and if she had no friends then she'd probably want to change schools again. Insecure moments are always when she's alone, though. When Kinsley is in public, she's half being herself and half acting, like a role in a play. Either way, she doesn't worry when there are other people around. HISTORY MOTHER Jennifer Elizabeth Baker Parks FATHER Felix George Parks BROTHERS none SISTERS none PETS riley the hamster & buster the cat OTHER n/a THE STORY A year after Jennifer Elizabeth Baker and Felix George Parks got married, Jennifer found out that she was pregnant. It was a very happy affair, as the couple had not experienced any hard times. Felix worked as a lawyer's assistant and Jennifer worked at a doctor's office. The names were decided: if the baby was a girl, it would be Kinsley Aurora. If it was a boy, its name would be Easton Xander. The baby was finally born in perfect condition and the couple was happy for a while. Jennifer quit her job to become a stay-at-home mom, and Felix worked every day to come home to his wife and daughter. Kinsley was as happy as a baby could be as well. Kinsley grew. She started pre-school, then first grade. Second, third, fourth passed by. She entered middle school. The first twelve years of her life passed by uneventfully. Then, in early May, when she was twelve, she found out that her mother had breast cancer. Jennifer fought breast cancer for four months and in last August, she died. Kinsley's life was transformed. Her father didn't really know what to do with her, and the long hours made it difficult for him to keep the family together. Often, he would come home at seven or eight. In the beginning, he would come home and Kinsley would have dinner late with him. However, Kinsley began making dinner herself. She'd eat her own dinner, leave some for her father, then go off to do her own thing. In the space between when she came home from school and when her father came home, she'd be with her friends and always come home an hour before her father, so that she could make dinner. Things continued on like this until she was fifteen. Then one day she was in her room when her father called her to the kitchen. Kinsley was confused - the two usually never talked except for a few short, awkward words when he was driving her to school in the morning. He laid his briefcase on the table and explained to her that he had lost his job. The company was losing money and needed to lay off some people. It still wasn't enough. When a client complained about him, the company was so desperate to fire someone, anyone, that the small complaint was reason enough to fire him. For a year, Kinsley and her father sunk into debt. They moved to a different apartment and Kinsley didn't get any new clothes. Things were almost the same; her father was out all day looking for a job. Her sixteenth birthday passed, but they couldn't throw a party. The next time Kinsley's father called her to the kitchen, it was good news at last. He had gotten a job. The company had done a phone interview with him, it paid well, and everything was ready. The only drawback was that the two had to move to Portland, Oregon. Kinsley was shocked. She didn't want to leave the only home she had ever known. But they had to leave in a week. Maybe if she was given a month she might have come up with a plan that allowed her to stay in New York, but only a week was given, so all Kinsley could do was pack up her bags, say goodbye to her friends, and leave. BEHIND THE MASK ALIAS Thea AGE optional EXPERIENCE 5 years, on human and animal sites. FOUND US ad on some site, i don't remember CODE WORD STAFF EDIT OTHER CHARACTERS none ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE recently i've been roleplaying on animal sites, so this is from a wolf site where wolves can come back as ghosts (the character is a ghost) Usually, Auden found the desert unbearable. He was not a wolf easy to scare, but the idea of being out there, no landmarks, just sand and sky, scared him considerably. Another thing he was not was a wolf who shied from winter, and the cold - in fact, he liked this time of year the most, not only because his thick fur usually kept him warm, but also because it was the time to prove himself and, having great confidence in his abilities, he welcomed this challenge, normally. This year, winter made him sick. He couldn't feel the cold anymore. He wanted to feel snow landing on his nose, chilly wind biting at his bones. He wanted to struggle through the snowy woods on a winter evening and curl up, nose to tail, under a freezing fallen log. But he couldn't anymore. He was already dead. There was no proving himself. It was because of this, because he simply couldn't deal with winter now compared to winter then, that he found himself in the desert. In the only place in Amaranthe that winter did not touch. There was no snow here, and Auden could have guessed that it wasn't very cold - of course, he had no way of knowing. However, wandering through the desert wasn't too bad - there was no fear of being trapped, now that he had no need for food or water. In fact, as he glanced downward to his paws, a tiny smile appeared on his lips. Of course, it wasn't the happy sort of smile, but a bitter sort of smile. Every time he went to the desert, he had complained that the gritty sand stuck to his paw pads. And now he had what he wanted - he didn't. But now he wanted so much more. He was so much sadder. Alone. It felt good. As if this was wherever dead wolves went, instead of an actual place on Earth. The whole desert felt surreal, knowing that everywhere else in Amaranthe it was winter. As if time moved slower in the desert. Or didn't touch it at all. Raising his head, Auden listened to the wind for a moment. The wind shrieked by his ears, throwing sand at his body - through his body. Was the shrieking the wind or another wolf? Straining his ears, the Amaranthe took a few confused steps forward. It was a wolf. For a moment, he stood solid, still as stone. Then he took off. Admittedly, Auden was not a genius with feelings. He had never had to deal with feelings in his life but now. Others' feelings, his own feelings, it was all the same. He didn't know how to deal with them. However, he was a good wolf, and he would try. He would try to cheer up whoever this poor soul was. Lost, perhaps? It didn't matter. He had to find them first. Maybe then he could lead them to safety. Auden. A hero. He couldn't imagine it. All he could imagine when he thought of that was all his faults, and a list of wolves who hated him when he was alive. And anyway, an Amaranthe could not touch a material wolf. He wouldn't be able to help. Finally, Auden skidded over a rise in the sand and found the she-wolf. She was curled up now, still, and Auden could feel grief radiating from her. The Amaranthe cautiously took a few steps forward, halting maybe four feet from her. He looked away, then at the she-wolf again, not sure what to do. What do you say to a random wolf screaming from grief in the desert? Are you okay was stupid. No. It was obviously sadness. "Do-do you need anything?" he tried. His tongue suddenly felt dry - but that was stupid. He was an Amaranthe. His tongue couldn't be dry. "Food, um - are you, uh, lost?" Such an idiot. He couldn't even hunt for her anyway. "I, um, I-" His throat closed for a second, clipping his words. Why was he so nervous? "I know the, um, way back from here if you're -" A small cough. "- lost..." |
