Post by kathrynrose on May 6, 2012 9:33:19 GMT -5
* kathryn a. rose ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME Kathryn Angelica Rose
NICKNAMES Katie
DATE OF BIRTH April 30, 1995
AGE Sixteen
GRADE/YEAR 11th
ELEMENT Thunder
SEXUALITY Straight
MARITAL STATUS Single
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM Dianna Agron
EYE COLOUR Blue
HAIR COLOUR Blonde
HEIGHT & WEIGHT 110 lbs, 5'0''
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Scar on her left arm from when she was
bitten by a dog when she was five.
CLOTHING STYLE Girly
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- Charming
- Courageous
- Intelligent
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- Blunt
- Manipulative
- Cunning
LIKES
- The rain
- Manipulating people into telling her what she wants to hear
- Telling the truth
- Her brother
- Appearing stronger than she really is
DISLIKES
- Her step-dad and sister
- People
- Feeling lonely
- Liars
- Crying while everyone is watching
STRENGTHS
- Manipulating thunder
- Blackmailing when necessary
- Hiding from others (emotionally and physically)
WEAKNESSES
- Talking to people
- Showing gratitude/compassion
- Showing emotion
FEARS
- Spiders
- wasps
- Never being accepted by others
BEST MEMORY When she realized that she could manipulate thunder
WORST MEMORY When her step-dad almost kicked her out
LONG-TERM GOAL To apologize to John
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER Janet Marie Rose(#33), Model.
FATHER Thomas Ryan Edwards (#33), Doctor.
SIBLINGS Hannah, 14, Student (can manipulate water) John, 14, dead.
OTHER Step-dad, Jake Matlin, (#32) Engineer
HISTORY
Katie's parents met at a bar near Miami, Florida on August 5th, 1994. They were only seventeen years old; Thomas being the Honor's student, top of his class, and planning to major in the Medical Field. He was soft, quiet, and generally outspoken---unless he was drunk. The only bad decision he had probably ever made was going to a bar on that unusually windy day in August, and he had soon regretted it. Her mom, on the other hand, had been working as a model in Miami when she wanted a break. She took the first cab she saw to that very same bar Thomas was at, knowing perfectly well that it was one of the best bars in Florida, because she had been there plenty of times before---using a fake ID of course.
Whether it was fate, or karma, Kathryn Angelica Rose was born on April 30th, 1994.
As an infant, she grew up relatively poor, mostly because her mom refused to spend more than necessary on her, and her dad had left her when she was born. Her mom had moved back to Canada before she was born, and she always got the crappiest clothes and toys, only enough food so that she didn't starve to death, and she was always left home alone with a Spanish speaking girl from what was probably similar to a ghetto. It was almost as bad as being home alone entirely, because for one thing, the girl was only nine, but acted as if she were sixteen, and for another thing, she was only there for the money. She would sit and watch TV or go onto her mom's private laptop, skyping her friends and whatnot, even forgetting that Katie was in the room. Probably the only thing that saved her life was the 'mistake' her mother made on August 16th, 1996---
Hannah and John Matlin were born on June 12th, 1997.
Rather than forgetting that his children even existed, like her own father did, he stayed---watching and caring for the children, even if it were evident that he didn't care for her much. She couldn't really blame him---she was manipulative, cunning, blunt, emotionless--- and she did have the habit of getting into a fight with Hannah every chance she got. It wasn't that she hated Hannah, but she did dislike her, and seeing that Hannah was only her half-sister, so in her world, it was OK to be mean to Hannah whenever she wanted to. Conversely, John was her favorite. He wasn't nearly as annoying as Hannah, and he never lied to her, and she honored that.
That was until the fight happened. She was just starting to develop her powers---to the point that she would accidentally shoot thunder from her finger tips when she got angry. Hannah couldn't manipulate anything. It was raining outside, but both girls were still playing a game of tag. That day they were having fun; it had been the first day they had actually done something together in two years. John was inside watching TV---or so she had thought. "I think we should go inside," Hannah had said, staring up at the sky. "Your not playing fair, anyway."
"I am too playing fair," she had said, angry. And that's all it took. Suddenly, John had came into view, and she had accidentally shot him in the chest. Hannah screamed, and called her a weirdo. Then she ran and told her Dad, whom had kicked her out, and he called the police---even though her brother wasn't really injured. The police came, but when her step-dad had told a ridiculous story about a girl that was able to manipulate thunder, they didn't believe him. He had no choice but to let her back in the house, because the police forced him to. At the age of fourteen, she was accepted into the Academy, feeling lonely and depressed. That year, she discovered that Hannah could manipulate water, and no longer thought of her as a weirdo, but that didn't really change much; they still hated each other, and probably always would, too. John didn't really care that Katie had accidentally shot him that day, but because Hannah said that she would never speak to him again if he talked to her, he had to speak to Katie in private without Hannah knowing.
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME Kelsey <3
YOUR AGE 15
RP EXPERIENCE 3 years
HOW'D YOU FIND US? Credit of Caution
SECRET WORD Correct
RP SAMPLEHope Dearborn crawled on the cold, wooden floor boards in the Girls Dormitory that afternoon. At a glance, it would appear as if she had completely lost it--and that wasn't a difficult assumption to make when it came down to the scrawny, gullible Hufflepuff. In fact, she was so crazy that even her sister had a difficult time having a conversation with her without rolling her eyes or saying "yeah right!" But on that cold, wintry Sunday afternoon she had a different motive for crawling on the ground for an hour, frustrated. "Found it," she suddenly exclaimed happily, pulling out the newly found textbook from underneath her four poster bed. "I knew it was there! Just new it! I don't know why I didn't look there before..." Her voice trailed off, and she set the book on her bed with the other things that she needed for History of Magic the next day; her quills, parchment, and free reading book for when she had time to spare.
She smiled, skipping around the room as she grabbed her Transfiguration notes a girl had asked to borrow the day before. The girl had told her that she could take them anytime she wanted to; and yet she felt tempted to let her keep them until she had decided to give them back to her, just so that she could talk to someone. She sighed, slowing to a stop as she had remembered what her sister, Angie had said. "Act normal; No one will want to be talking to a freak." She had told her that a few years ago; back when she had been a little first year and her sister had been a seventh year, and yet she could remember her exact words as if she had just told them yesterday. She sighed.
Perfect Angie. The one that got straight O's, became a Ravenclaw Prefect, and was just recently given a job offer to work at the Ministry of Magic. What had she done in the last three years that was as good as Angie's accomplishments? After all, she was barely passing Potions with a D, and her Professor had said that the next 'unacceptable assignment' she turned in would drop her grade to a T. Angie had never gotten a T in her life, let alone a D! She thought in silence for a moment, but thought of nothing worthy of her parent's approval. "Whatever," she thought angrily, marching over to her Hufflepuff themed bed. She had never liked being in an angry mood, and that was why she tried to think positive as she put her curly blond hair up in a ponytail.
Suddenly, her stomach growled and she glanced at the watch on her wrist almost immediately. It was 12:00, thirty minutes until the Great Hall would be closed for lunch! She hated to be late, especially when it had anything to do with lunch, or any meal for that matter. She licked her lips hungrily, and left the Hufflepuff Common Room almost immediately after that. She ran toward the Great Hall; it was packed, but she didn't care as she had entered the room. People sat at tables, munching on sandwiches and drinking pumpkin juice as they talked.
Hope walked to the Hufflepuff Table and sat down. A group of girls instantly slid away, watching her with a disgusted look, although she pretended to ignore them as she grabbed a sandwich from a plate in front of her. She bit into it, and now thirsty, she reached across the table to try and get the jug of pumpkin juice in her grasp. It was too far away. "Um, Can someone hand me the pumpkin juice," she asked no one in particular. "I'm really thirsty..."
