Post by ...kelsey on Mar 18, 2007 10:34:59 GMT -5
Character Name: Kelsey Marie Cutter [Kelsey]
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Height: 5'8
Hair Color: Gingery Brown, purple tips.
Eye Color: Brown
Build: Slim
Clothing Style: What ever is clean. Mostly jeans and t-shirts, Indie type stuff.
Personality: Spontaneous, Improvisation, Individual, Paranoid, Disturbed. 5 words that just about sum her up well. Kelsey is a strange individual when it comes to others, not easy to get along with as a friend due to sudden changes in mood that border line on BiPolar. To those close to her however she is a reasonably cheery, friendly person. THe sort who would not hesitate to die for you.
By herself however she is different and can be low to the point of suicidal depression, she is paranoid of everyones motives, even those of friends and family and does not find it odd to sleep with a pen knife close to hand. Kelsey is easily hurt although she does not show it and cannot cope well with anything.
In short, around others, althougha little manic she is a reasonable person, by herself, she is dangerous.
History: As a very young child Kelsey was alwways content and cheerful, she would happily play for hours in a card board box, imagining the possiblities of it. It was not until she first went to school that any problem began. She hated the place and, although the children and teachers were kind she would do anything and everything to avoid the place. But in time, she grew older, nd more accepting,she would go, work quietly and leave, they all said it was impossible to know she was there at all.
But then secondary school came, and her world was thrown into turmoil, new places, new teachers, new people. Her parents paid for her to go to private school after she failed to win a scholarship but it was not the best for Kelsey who would rather have gone to the local comprehensive with her friends. Shunned by her old friends for , "being posh" and ignored by ehr new class mates for "being common" Kelsey hated her new school. She was bullied relentlessly until, after four years of hate, depression and eating disorders she tried to take her own life.
The whole story came out and Kelsey was moved to Dendrum, scars and all. To an extent she still will not eat, and still does not cope well with new places. She would have liked to go to Rothud, but her fear of private school is to great.
School: Dendrum
First Class: History
Second Class: Music - Bass Guitar
Third Class: Art
Fourth Class: English
Sample RP:
The room standing silent, almost. But for the quiet ticking of the clock, counting down the seconds until the lessons began again. The seconds until the emotion and life of the school returned. And the very first day of a brand new term. Then, with a loud clanging the bell rings again, for the first time in the new school year, and in spill the pupils. Laughing, talking dancing and chattering, knocking each other and remaking aquaintances. And toward the back of the tide come the sullen ones, the friendless ones, the billy-no-mates of every class. There are always some, Geeks, Freaks and Individuals. The ones who didn't fit in. And the newest pupils on their first day, scared, feeling small, not sure where to go.
And at the very back of the surge came a girl. A tall, slim, upright girl, the eldest of the new students, starting a new life. With her trousers long enough to drag the ground and her hair hiding her eyes walked Kelsey. Through the doors of the school to a new life. She pulled down the sleeves of her top again so that they covered her hands, no-one need know, she might make friends that way. She hitched up her bag onto her shoulder, and readjusted her grip on the handle of a guitar case. This time it was different. As Kelsey made her way through busy corridors she searched for the room in which her new form would be.
Finding the place she sidled through the open door, settling herself into a seat in the back corner of the room. Waiting for the teacher she looked about, eying up the usual suspects. Ther were some in every school. The ones who would try to make trouble because you were new, the ones who would be firendly, the ones you should avoid to make the right impression. But no one approached her. They had their own seat, their own friends, their own lives.
But then the teacher arrived and abandoned her things on the desk. Miss Martin was her name, 'though Kelsey could not remeber what she taught. She had already asked that she was not pointed out specially. And so she proceeded to take the register.
All was fine until it came to Kelsey's turn.
Kelsey Cutter
Yes miss...
And once again it happened. The whole class turned to stare, the were whisperings and murmerings, and smal, contained out breaks of giggling. And Kelsey new this school would be no different. It was all the same. Kelsey Cutter she thought How very apt... And so Kelsey Marie Cutter came to her new school, to start a new life, and allready she felt she had failed miserably. But she still had one friend. The bass felt heavy, a comforting weight against her leg, the possibility of a new beginning. If only she had the chance to take it.
Yellow Submarine
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Height: 5'8
Hair Color: Gingery Brown, purple tips.
Eye Color: Brown
Build: Slim
Clothing Style: What ever is clean. Mostly jeans and t-shirts, Indie type stuff.
Personality: Spontaneous, Improvisation, Individual, Paranoid, Disturbed. 5 words that just about sum her up well. Kelsey is a strange individual when it comes to others, not easy to get along with as a friend due to sudden changes in mood that border line on BiPolar. To those close to her however she is a reasonably cheery, friendly person. THe sort who would not hesitate to die for you.
By herself however she is different and can be low to the point of suicidal depression, she is paranoid of everyones motives, even those of friends and family and does not find it odd to sleep with a pen knife close to hand. Kelsey is easily hurt although she does not show it and cannot cope well with anything.
In short, around others, althougha little manic she is a reasonable person, by herself, she is dangerous.
History: As a very young child Kelsey was alwways content and cheerful, she would happily play for hours in a card board box, imagining the possiblities of it. It was not until she first went to school that any problem began. She hated the place and, although the children and teachers were kind she would do anything and everything to avoid the place. But in time, she grew older, nd more accepting,she would go, work quietly and leave, they all said it was impossible to know she was there at all.
But then secondary school came, and her world was thrown into turmoil, new places, new teachers, new people. Her parents paid for her to go to private school after she failed to win a scholarship but it was not the best for Kelsey who would rather have gone to the local comprehensive with her friends. Shunned by her old friends for , "being posh" and ignored by ehr new class mates for "being common" Kelsey hated her new school. She was bullied relentlessly until, after four years of hate, depression and eating disorders she tried to take her own life.
The whole story came out and Kelsey was moved to Dendrum, scars and all. To an extent she still will not eat, and still does not cope well with new places. She would have liked to go to Rothud, but her fear of private school is to great.
School: Dendrum
First Class: History
Second Class: Music - Bass Guitar
Third Class: Art
Fourth Class: English
Sample RP:
The room standing silent, almost. But for the quiet ticking of the clock, counting down the seconds until the lessons began again. The seconds until the emotion and life of the school returned. And the very first day of a brand new term. Then, with a loud clanging the bell rings again, for the first time in the new school year, and in spill the pupils. Laughing, talking dancing and chattering, knocking each other and remaking aquaintances. And toward the back of the tide come the sullen ones, the friendless ones, the billy-no-mates of every class. There are always some, Geeks, Freaks and Individuals. The ones who didn't fit in. And the newest pupils on their first day, scared, feeling small, not sure where to go.
And at the very back of the surge came a girl. A tall, slim, upright girl, the eldest of the new students, starting a new life. With her trousers long enough to drag the ground and her hair hiding her eyes walked Kelsey. Through the doors of the school to a new life. She pulled down the sleeves of her top again so that they covered her hands, no-one need know, she might make friends that way. She hitched up her bag onto her shoulder, and readjusted her grip on the handle of a guitar case. This time it was different. As Kelsey made her way through busy corridors she searched for the room in which her new form would be.
Finding the place she sidled through the open door, settling herself into a seat in the back corner of the room. Waiting for the teacher she looked about, eying up the usual suspects. Ther were some in every school. The ones who would try to make trouble because you were new, the ones who would be firendly, the ones you should avoid to make the right impression. But no one approached her. They had their own seat, their own friends, their own lives.
But then the teacher arrived and abandoned her things on the desk. Miss Martin was her name, 'though Kelsey could not remeber what she taught. She had already asked that she was not pointed out specially. And so she proceeded to take the register.
All was fine until it came to Kelsey's turn.
Kelsey Cutter
Yes miss...
And once again it happened. The whole class turned to stare, the were whisperings and murmerings, and smal, contained out breaks of giggling. And Kelsey new this school would be no different. It was all the same. Kelsey Cutter she thought How very apt... And so Kelsey Marie Cutter came to her new school, to start a new life, and allready she felt she had failed miserably. But she still had one friend. The bass felt heavy, a comforting weight against her leg, the possibility of a new beginning. If only she had the chance to take it.
Yellow Submarine
