Post by Kitten on Nov 8, 2007 19:58:55 GMT -5
OOC Information
Name: Kriss
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Contact Info: obx_oceanwave@hotmail.com
Experience: 5 years
Character Information
Name: Kitten (Isabella Waters)
Age: 17
Gender: female
Blood Type: A-
Birthday: August 2
Sexual Preferences: Straight
Appearance
Height: 5’4
Weight: 118
Hair Color: auburn
Hair Style: shoulder length/ layered
Eye Color: pale green
Complexion: pale
Body Type: thin/slender
Piercing: none
Tattoos: red and black butterfly over her right breast and two black cats on the small of her back
Picture:
Personality
Describe Yourself in Four Words: Wild. Quiet, strange, affectionate
Turn-ons: Fire, Music, Art, gothic dress, muscular build but not too much, ...ect
Turn-offs: Water, rabbits, fat people, underweight people, rudeness, ...ect
Bad Habits: lighting things one fire when upset, using all the hot water in the shower, and acting on impulse
Summary of Your Personality: Kitten is a strange sort of person, almost two people in one body. She can be one of the most loving happy people on the face of the planet and very clingy but if something, no matter how small or trivial, upsets her then all hell is let loose. She likes to burn whatever she can get her hands on while in her hellish state then watch it burn to ashes. As the fire dies normally so does rage, snapping her back into her not so insane state of mind. Although attached and loving in her relationships she can be very unstable with them; hating them and wishing them dead at one moment then running back and apologizing the next. She can seem emotionally empty towards others at times as well if not the opposite. On occasion she tries to find ways to commit suicide but has yet to ever go through with them.
Asylum Information
Patient Number: 01895
Occupation: Patient
Admitted By: previous institute
Mental Disorder(s): Borderline personality disorder ( en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borderline_personality_disorder ) and Pyromania ( en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pyromaniac )
Position: NA
History: As a small child Kitten was completely neglected. Her parents ignored her and would even forget to feed her at times. She was treated like an abandoned cat, hence her later adopted name Kitten. At the age of 7 Kitten decided to punish her parents. She set fire to their bed then to the carpet in front of their door before leaving them to their death. By the time she reached the park about 10 blocks away her parents managed to get out by crawling through their window. Her father suffered 2nd degree burns on his feet and legs, and her mother suffered 2nd degree burns on her feet and legs along with 1st degree burns on her left thigh. After a few nights the police eventually found Kitten sleeping in the park and turned her back over to her parents, who ditched her in a mental institution called Brook Creek as soon as they could. She spent 9 years there but they became full and had to send some of their patients to other institutes, and so now she is here, at Moonstruck.
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Roleplaying Sample:
It was late at night and everyone in the house was asleep, all save one. Kitten crept from her room and into the room of her parents, prowling over to their bedside like a cat hunting mice. She pulled the match box that she had stolen from the counter top out of her pocket and struck a match on the rough side. A tiny little flame sparked the top, giving off just enough to light to light up her face. She slowly lowered the match till it was licking the hem of the blankets, smiling ever so innocently as the fire caught and spread. Empty pale green eyes looked up at her parents for just a moment before she turned and left the room. After closing the door behind her she lit another match, this time set the fire in front of her parents door so they wouldn’t be able to get out. As the fire quickly began to consume the carpet and wood Kitten walked into her room, retrieved her book bag that she had filled with all her precious things, and left the house to burn down. She didn’t look back once, just preceded down the empty sidewalk in silence, ignoring the dangerous looks she received from strangers that she passed. After a time she finally reached the city park and curled up under the jungle gym.
“Hey Rick! Look over here! I think I found ‘er!” a boisterous man shouted, his fat stubby finger pointing at Kitten. “S’that right? Good job...for a rookie.” The other man chuckled then jogged over to the small girl and leaned down close to her face. “Hello there darlin’. What are you doing down there huh?” He asked with a lop-sided grin. Kitten wrinkled her nose and backed away from the man. This one was thin unlike the other guy and smelled like sweat and cheap deodorant. His nose was pointed like a bird’s beak and his eyes were much too big compared to the rest of him. He sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to get an answer then held out his hand. “Come on now. We need to get you home. It’s dangerous out here for someone your size.” By this time the fat one had joined Rick, his eyes staring down at Kitten as if she was some sort of threat. “No!” She snapped then ran off. She knew they were going to take her back so she had to get away from them. “Oh no you don’t...!” Rick snapped as he jumped up and ran after her. His longer legs gave him the advantage, his hand quickly wrapping around her little wrist. “Gotcha.” He chuckled then dragged her back over to their cop car. Kitten screamed his hissed, biting and kicking the man but her efforts were in vain and she was soon home.
The very month after her parents had gotten treatment for their burns Kitten found herself entering through the double doors of the mental institution to be evaluated then placed in the records as a permanent resident. Her parents didn’t even bother to say good-bye as they strolled out and left their daughter behind to be forgotten.
Name: Kriss
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Contact Info: obx_oceanwave@hotmail.com
Experience: 5 years
Character Information
Name: Kitten (Isabella Waters)
Age: 17
Gender: female
Blood Type: A-
Birthday: August 2
Sexual Preferences: Straight
Appearance
Height: 5’4
Weight: 118
Hair Color: auburn
Hair Style: shoulder length/ layered
Eye Color: pale green
Complexion: pale
Body Type: thin/slender
Piercing: none
Tattoos: red and black butterfly over her right breast and two black cats on the small of her back
Picture:
Personality
Describe Yourself in Four Words: Wild. Quiet, strange, affectionate
Turn-ons: Fire, Music, Art, gothic dress, muscular build but not too much, ...ect
Turn-offs: Water, rabbits, fat people, underweight people, rudeness, ...ect
Bad Habits: lighting things one fire when upset, using all the hot water in the shower, and acting on impulse
Summary of Your Personality: Kitten is a strange sort of person, almost two people in one body. She can be one of the most loving happy people on the face of the planet and very clingy but if something, no matter how small or trivial, upsets her then all hell is let loose. She likes to burn whatever she can get her hands on while in her hellish state then watch it burn to ashes. As the fire dies normally so does rage, snapping her back into her not so insane state of mind. Although attached and loving in her relationships she can be very unstable with them; hating them and wishing them dead at one moment then running back and apologizing the next. She can seem emotionally empty towards others at times as well if not the opposite. On occasion she tries to find ways to commit suicide but has yet to ever go through with them.
Asylum Information
Patient Number: 01895
Occupation: Patient
Admitted By: previous institute
Mental Disorder(s): Borderline personality disorder ( en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borderline_personality_disorder ) and Pyromania ( en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pyromaniac )
Position: NA
History: As a small child Kitten was completely neglected. Her parents ignored her and would even forget to feed her at times. She was treated like an abandoned cat, hence her later adopted name Kitten. At the age of 7 Kitten decided to punish her parents. She set fire to their bed then to the carpet in front of their door before leaving them to their death. By the time she reached the park about 10 blocks away her parents managed to get out by crawling through their window. Her father suffered 2nd degree burns on his feet and legs, and her mother suffered 2nd degree burns on her feet and legs along with 1st degree burns on her left thigh. After a few nights the police eventually found Kitten sleeping in the park and turned her back over to her parents, who ditched her in a mental institution called Brook Creek as soon as they could. She spent 9 years there but they became full and had to send some of their patients to other institutes, and so now she is here, at Moonstruck.
//End File
Roleplaying Sample:
It was late at night and everyone in the house was asleep, all save one. Kitten crept from her room and into the room of her parents, prowling over to their bedside like a cat hunting mice. She pulled the match box that she had stolen from the counter top out of her pocket and struck a match on the rough side. A tiny little flame sparked the top, giving off just enough to light to light up her face. She slowly lowered the match till it was licking the hem of the blankets, smiling ever so innocently as the fire caught and spread. Empty pale green eyes looked up at her parents for just a moment before she turned and left the room. After closing the door behind her she lit another match, this time set the fire in front of her parents door so they wouldn’t be able to get out. As the fire quickly began to consume the carpet and wood Kitten walked into her room, retrieved her book bag that she had filled with all her precious things, and left the house to burn down. She didn’t look back once, just preceded down the empty sidewalk in silence, ignoring the dangerous looks she received from strangers that she passed. After a time she finally reached the city park and curled up under the jungle gym.
“Hey Rick! Look over here! I think I found ‘er!” a boisterous man shouted, his fat stubby finger pointing at Kitten. “S’that right? Good job...for a rookie.” The other man chuckled then jogged over to the small girl and leaned down close to her face. “Hello there darlin’. What are you doing down there huh?” He asked with a lop-sided grin. Kitten wrinkled her nose and backed away from the man. This one was thin unlike the other guy and smelled like sweat and cheap deodorant. His nose was pointed like a bird’s beak and his eyes were much too big compared to the rest of him. He sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to get an answer then held out his hand. “Come on now. We need to get you home. It’s dangerous out here for someone your size.” By this time the fat one had joined Rick, his eyes staring down at Kitten as if she was some sort of threat. “No!” She snapped then ran off. She knew they were going to take her back so she had to get away from them. “Oh no you don’t...!” Rick snapped as he jumped up and ran after her. His longer legs gave him the advantage, his hand quickly wrapping around her little wrist. “Gotcha.” He chuckled then dragged her back over to their cop car. Kitten screamed his hissed, biting and kicking the man but her efforts were in vain and she was soon home.
The very month after her parents had gotten treatment for their burns Kitten found herself entering through the double doors of the mental institution to be evaluated then placed in the records as a permanent resident. Her parents didn’t even bother to say good-bye as they strolled out and left their daughter behind to be forgotten.