Post by Kerstin Vought on Nov 18, 2006 21:35:00 GMT -5
About You//
Name: Courtney
Age: 14, almost 15.
Gender: Female.
How many hours do you spend online daily? Plenty.
Your Character//
Name: Kerstin Vought.
Age: seventeen.
Gender: female.
Race: white
Look-a-Like: Mila Kunis
Personality:
Having grown up practically on her own, Kerstin has become more of the independent type. She can definitely take care of herself and doesn’t need to rely on anyone else, though from time-to-time it’d be nice. Friends are always good to have, but she doesn’t need another on of, well, her. Kerstin has been just like her mother for as long as she can remember. They were two of kind, always together and having much of the same portrayal. At her mother’s side for most of her life, she has learned to bond with her and Kerstin would say she was as much of a friend as she would want. But that was back before Kerstin became more of the independent kind. When she was ten, her mother died, leaving her with her father and brother, whom she of course loved deeply, but didn’t care for as much as her mom.
Kerstin is lucky to be where she is now. She has been blessed with a family who loves her in turn and would do so much for her. They know her connection with her mother had been one in the same, but they don’t bring the issue upon her, believing she deserves best and doesn’t deserve to be hurting. Being an emotional child since the age when her mom had passed, Kerstin finds love in literature and writing. She expresses her thoughts and feelings on sheets of paper, keeping some unveiwable from the world and others exposed. Not so much the indifferent child, but one with dreams and flaws, Kerstin is just like any other teenager and only wants her life to be the best it can.
Flaws
To take this out to the fullest extent, starting with things that just flat out bug Kerstin, starting with her fear of death. It was to a low extent. In some amount of words, and thoughts, Kerstin ‘wanted’ to die. Or at least she wasn’t afraid to. Seeing as her mother has, she just wants to feel that support and love again. If you don’t call that a flaw, then we can all be unoriginal and say Kerstin has a bad tendency to procrastinate. Always seemingly having something on her mind, she would put everything else off, sometimes letting it get to the point where she would completely forget about it. This was just typical Kerstin though, having thoughts constantly about who knows what and seeming so...out there.
Appearance:
The dark hue of hazel eyes surrounded by a gentle radiance of brunette hair would be the starting point in describing Kerstin. If we were to go about describing her size, including height and weight, I’d keep it simple and say she was built ‘average’. She had more of a petite form, her waist being thin and her height hovering the 5’5 markings. Resembling her mother in many ways, Kerstin had finally stopped hearing ‘oh, you look so much like your mother.’ She had gotten sick of it quickly, just as anyone would, but she, well, missed it. Hearing any reference about looking like her mother now would make her happy, just knowing there was actually a part of her still there.
Background:
To start off, explaining the death of Kerstin’s mother, Sharon, would suit. It had been the night of her mother’s return from Florida. She had gone down to Florida, the state in which the Vought family had lived before moving to New York when Kerstin was five, to visit her mother. After her flight had landed, her family sat at home, anxiously awaiting her arrival. The hours passed and Sharon had yet to arrive. Kerstin and her brother Cameron had finally drifted to sleep and Mark, their father had been the last to await his wife’s return. A late-night phone call had been received, explaining that there had been a wreck on the highway involving Sharon and her taxi cab driver. Kerstin’s father had hung up the phone after an hour of silent tears falling from his now red eyes. Leaving both of the child devastated and worried, he told them to go up to their rooms and he’d been there in a minute to tuck them in.
After the news had been delivered to the children, there had seemed to be a dark gray cloud hovering above their lives, finding it almost unbearable to walk by the family photos that hung on the living room walls or to even touch Sharon’s clothes as they were given away. Though Kerstin and Cameron had only been young children, they knew what death was and knew that their loving mother would never be returning to them.
After seven years have passed, Kerstin has been better, but of course still misses her best friend. She has attempted becoming closer to her brother, who has held out open arms for her and as only been there to help. He did in fact understand his mothers death more than Kerstin had, considering he was two years older than her, putting him at nineteen. A strong family is still in the making, becoming more ‘together’ each day as love is passed from being to being.
Sample of Role Playing:
As far as she knew, life was never going to be the same. With her parents now gone from her life, Kristin would only seize hell each waking morning. With no one who /really/ loved her by her side, her days would seemingly be number, if she couldn’t handle it that is. It had been only a week ago that both of her parents were killed in a car accident. With only her brother in her life, Kristin was unsure of the outcome of this situation. Her life just went down the tubes. Her want to go to college was now only a mere dream. At the age of 19, the young, brunette teen had many wants on her mind, all of which could now never be fulfilled.
And now, what was she doing with her life? Sitting at the bar of a hip dance club down the street from her house. Pitiful. Dressed in a black dress that stopped at about mid-thigh with matching black heels, Kristin’s hair was down, the light wave of her dark brown hair was noticeable, giving it a little extra ‘ump.’ Yeah, she was gorgeous usually, but today, oh today...she seemed dead. A corpse risen from its very grave, the sheer excitement within her facially _expression made even the bartender, who was at the moment setting a second vodka shot in front of the nineteen year old, wander slightly about the female. Though he went about his job, occasionally glances towards her were made.
While Kristin sat at the almost vacant bar, seeing as how the dance floor was swarmed with the night timers, her brother was among the fellow sweaters within the club. The two had come together. Being the only people who really mattered in each of their lives, the two decided that they would stick together and help one another come over the tragic incident of their parents. But it seemed Ryan, Kristin’s twenty-year-old brother, was already over it, seeing how he was enjoying his night to the fullest. Dressed in the casual attire, a pair of plain black slacks and a button-up shirt, this one a light pink and white-striped collard one, Ryan was probably off dancing with some stranger he had just met, leaving his sister to sulk on a stool with her drinks. This was typical Ryan though, the player, the daredevil, the ultimate big brother. Total package.
A heavy sigh was expelled from Kristin’s small, parted lips as she finished her second shot and set the glass atop the counter. She gave an uneasy look towards the bartender. Her eyes seemed to scream, ‘make this drink count, I /need/ to feel better’. The same bartender gave her a quick nod, getting yet another glass of vodka and setting it before her. Kristin’s hand wrapped around the glass, she tightened her grip around its outer containment, but did not move it towards her mouth. She simply only grasped it tighter and tighter before letting go altogether and setting her palm face down on the counter. Her free hand now cradled her head. The sweat fro her palm made its way onto her chin, making her whole body feel hot. Maybe she needed to take a breather. Yeah, that was it, but Kristin couldn’t seem to move. Most likely she was just too lazy to do so, but she still stayed seated, her body lose with relaxation and her eyes closing slowly, drifting off into a light sleep. Or as she would say, ‘a resting of her eyes.’
[/center]Name: Courtney
Age: 14, almost 15.
Gender: Female.
How many hours do you spend online daily? Plenty.
Your Character//
Name: Kerstin Vought.
Age: seventeen.
Gender: female.
Race: white
Look-a-Like: Mila Kunis
Personality:
Having grown up practically on her own, Kerstin has become more of the independent type. She can definitely take care of herself and doesn’t need to rely on anyone else, though from time-to-time it’d be nice. Friends are always good to have, but she doesn’t need another on of, well, her. Kerstin has been just like her mother for as long as she can remember. They were two of kind, always together and having much of the same portrayal. At her mother’s side for most of her life, she has learned to bond with her and Kerstin would say she was as much of a friend as she would want. But that was back before Kerstin became more of the independent kind. When she was ten, her mother died, leaving her with her father and brother, whom she of course loved deeply, but didn’t care for as much as her mom.
Kerstin is lucky to be where she is now. She has been blessed with a family who loves her in turn and would do so much for her. They know her connection with her mother had been one in the same, but they don’t bring the issue upon her, believing she deserves best and doesn’t deserve to be hurting. Being an emotional child since the age when her mom had passed, Kerstin finds love in literature and writing. She expresses her thoughts and feelings on sheets of paper, keeping some unveiwable from the world and others exposed. Not so much the indifferent child, but one with dreams and flaws, Kerstin is just like any other teenager and only wants her life to be the best it can.
Flaws
To take this out to the fullest extent, starting with things that just flat out bug Kerstin, starting with her fear of death. It was to a low extent. In some amount of words, and thoughts, Kerstin ‘wanted’ to die. Or at least she wasn’t afraid to. Seeing as her mother has, she just wants to feel that support and love again. If you don’t call that a flaw, then we can all be unoriginal and say Kerstin has a bad tendency to procrastinate. Always seemingly having something on her mind, she would put everything else off, sometimes letting it get to the point where she would completely forget about it. This was just typical Kerstin though, having thoughts constantly about who knows what and seeming so...out there.
Appearance:
The dark hue of hazel eyes surrounded by a gentle radiance of brunette hair would be the starting point in describing Kerstin. If we were to go about describing her size, including height and weight, I’d keep it simple and say she was built ‘average’. She had more of a petite form, her waist being thin and her height hovering the 5’5 markings. Resembling her mother in many ways, Kerstin had finally stopped hearing ‘oh, you look so much like your mother.’ She had gotten sick of it quickly, just as anyone would, but she, well, missed it. Hearing any reference about looking like her mother now would make her happy, just knowing there was actually a part of her still there.
Background:
To start off, explaining the death of Kerstin’s mother, Sharon, would suit. It had been the night of her mother’s return from Florida. She had gone down to Florida, the state in which the Vought family had lived before moving to New York when Kerstin was five, to visit her mother. After her flight had landed, her family sat at home, anxiously awaiting her arrival. The hours passed and Sharon had yet to arrive. Kerstin and her brother Cameron had finally drifted to sleep and Mark, their father had been the last to await his wife’s return. A late-night phone call had been received, explaining that there had been a wreck on the highway involving Sharon and her taxi cab driver. Kerstin’s father had hung up the phone after an hour of silent tears falling from his now red eyes. Leaving both of the child devastated and worried, he told them to go up to their rooms and he’d been there in a minute to tuck them in.
After the news had been delivered to the children, there had seemed to be a dark gray cloud hovering above their lives, finding it almost unbearable to walk by the family photos that hung on the living room walls or to even touch Sharon’s clothes as they were given away. Though Kerstin and Cameron had only been young children, they knew what death was and knew that their loving mother would never be returning to them.
After seven years have passed, Kerstin has been better, but of course still misses her best friend. She has attempted becoming closer to her brother, who has held out open arms for her and as only been there to help. He did in fact understand his mothers death more than Kerstin had, considering he was two years older than her, putting him at nineteen. A strong family is still in the making, becoming more ‘together’ each day as love is passed from being to being.
Sample of Role Playing:
As far as she knew, life was never going to be the same. With her parents now gone from her life, Kristin would only seize hell each waking morning. With no one who /really/ loved her by her side, her days would seemingly be number, if she couldn’t handle it that is. It had been only a week ago that both of her parents were killed in a car accident. With only her brother in her life, Kristin was unsure of the outcome of this situation. Her life just went down the tubes. Her want to go to college was now only a mere dream. At the age of 19, the young, brunette teen had many wants on her mind, all of which could now never be fulfilled.
And now, what was she doing with her life? Sitting at the bar of a hip dance club down the street from her house. Pitiful. Dressed in a black dress that stopped at about mid-thigh with matching black heels, Kristin’s hair was down, the light wave of her dark brown hair was noticeable, giving it a little extra ‘ump.’ Yeah, she was gorgeous usually, but today, oh today...she seemed dead. A corpse risen from its very grave, the sheer excitement within her facially _expression made even the bartender, who was at the moment setting a second vodka shot in front of the nineteen year old, wander slightly about the female. Though he went about his job, occasionally glances towards her were made.
While Kristin sat at the almost vacant bar, seeing as how the dance floor was swarmed with the night timers, her brother was among the fellow sweaters within the club. The two had come together. Being the only people who really mattered in each of their lives, the two decided that they would stick together and help one another come over the tragic incident of their parents. But it seemed Ryan, Kristin’s twenty-year-old brother, was already over it, seeing how he was enjoying his night to the fullest. Dressed in the casual attire, a pair of plain black slacks and a button-up shirt, this one a light pink and white-striped collard one, Ryan was probably off dancing with some stranger he had just met, leaving his sister to sulk on a stool with her drinks. This was typical Ryan though, the player, the daredevil, the ultimate big brother. Total package.
A heavy sigh was expelled from Kristin’s small, parted lips as she finished her second shot and set the glass atop the counter. She gave an uneasy look towards the bartender. Her eyes seemed to scream, ‘make this drink count, I /need/ to feel better’. The same bartender gave her a quick nod, getting yet another glass of vodka and setting it before her. Kristin’s hand wrapped around the glass, she tightened her grip around its outer containment, but did not move it towards her mouth. She simply only grasped it tighter and tighter before letting go altogether and setting her palm face down on the counter. Her free hand now cradled her head. The sweat fro her palm made its way onto her chin, making her whole body feel hot. Maybe she needed to take a breather. Yeah, that was it, but Kristin couldn’t seem to move. Most likely she was just too lazy to do so, but she still stayed seated, her body lose with relaxation and her eyes closing slowly, drifting off into a light sleep. Or as she would say, ‘a resting of her eyes.’
