Post by ohmyyemilyy on Mar 4, 2007 20:04:44 GMT -5
Name: Katherine Grace [Or Katie Grace or just Katie for short]
Age: 17
Birthday: March 24
Celeb: Blake Lively
Personality
Likes:
ACTIVITIES
+Dance
+Soccer
+Shopping
+Singing... in the shower
+Cheerleading
DAYS
+Rainy Days
+Perfectly sunshiney days
+Fridays
+Saturday [nights]
THINGS
+Chanel
+Hermes bags
+Dogs
+iPod
+Good books
+New Shin guards
PLACES
+Beach
+Pool
+Soccer Field
+Dance Studio
+Old Summer Camp
Dislikes:
ACTIVITIES
-Taking tests
-Push-ups
-Crying
-Sitting still
DAYS
-Overcast
-Cold
THINGS
-Designer knockoffs
-Cats [she's allergic]
-New pointe shoes
-Phones
-Clunky CD players
PLACES
-Home
-The Doctor's Office
-Class
Strengths:
+Dance
+Her amazing charisma
+Her looks
Weaknesses:
-Deathly afraid of hospitals
-Allergic to cats
-Can be rather snobby
Overall:
Katie lives a charmed life. She's always had the best of everything- the best tutors, the best clothes, the best friends, the best personal trainers, anything money could buy. That didn't buy her personality, though. No, that she earned on her own. Katie is a ball of energy, and most people tend to enjoy her presence quite a bit. She's- quite frankly- irresistable. She has a knack for gossip, and chances are if you tell her something she'll remember it- and repeat it.
Appearance
Face:
Her features are delicae, her eyes a frank and honest blue and her lips small and always amused. Her teeth are straight and whitened, thanks to years of orthodontia and lazering.
Body:
Katie has an untapped source of energy. Due to this, she's always moving, and has the smokin' bod to proove it and her status as an athelete.
Hair:
Katie has long and thin blonde hair. Generally, she lets it loose, unless she's working out- which is pretty often, actually. It's roughtly the color of cornsilk- those little threads you pick off of corn after you shuck it but before you eat it.
Overall:
Katie is quite gorgeous. She's American born and raised, but her parents are both European, and she has her mother's swedish coloring. Her hair is fair and her eyes are a striking blue, although her skin- thank you, Italian Daddy Dearest- has the ability to tan, and doesn't fry like her mother's does.
History:
Kait's parents are, amazingly enough, still married. It seems like more of a status thing for them, though, because from what Katie's seen, every time they're together they bicker like small children. It's because of this, she figures, that she hates home so much. In middle school, she seized the opportunity to take herself elsewhere- as far away from home as she could get. So she managed to find a 'respectable' boarding school in the South of France, enough of a party school to please her with enough of a college prep program to please her parents. The kicker, though, was that she even spoke French, and felt that all of the maids and nannies she'd ever had had been preparing her for this very moment, this very school. So she'd taken the opportunity with full steam ahead, packing her Louis Vuittones and heading straight to France, to a place called Fontaine Academy, a place she now calls home.
Other:
Katie is allergic to cats, and deathly afraid of birds. She's also insanely supersitious, something many people take as a joke, but she finds to be very serious.
Sample Post:
[This is something I used on West Hill, posted under a different character.]
Kait crossed her arms over her chest as they walked, not sure of what she wanted to say or where they were going. She wasn't sure, it seemed, of anything. Not anymore. Not how she felt, not what was going to happen, not who she wanted to tell or even why she wanted to tell them. She just wasn't sure.
She felt like she'd been struck stupid now, a thousand things to learn and only one brain to learn them with, to try and comprehend what was happening around her. Finally, she began to speak.
"Alex," she said, the name coming out slowly and carefully, as if she were measuring her words- and she was. "Alex," she repeated, doing nothing other than buying time. Maybe, she told herself, if she kept talking, then she wouldn't have to go to the hospital. Maybe if she never told him, it wouldn't be true. Maybe if they stayed like this forever, it would all go away. "Alex," she said again, a final time.
"You remember me telling you about my sister, Anna, right?" She glanced at his face to make sure he was listening- she needed him to, she couldn't say this again- but didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she continued on, trudging through the story she'd told twice now. "She's... in town. Actually, she's in the hospital. See, Al, she's... sick. She's got luekemia. And..." Kait trailed off, unsure of even her own story now. The medical details she'd once understood so well seemed to have slipped out of her mind, leaving nothing but confusion in their path.
"Well. She needs... a donor. Blood, maybe bone marrow or something." Kait lifted one shoulder in a shrug, beginning to grow genuinely frustrated with herself. "They say she's got more chance of survival if her donor is a sibling." She bit her lip, stealing yet another glance at Alex's face as he took in what she said.
"I'm a match. I have to..." She furrowed her brows and stared out at the lake. What was it, exactly, that she had to do? She wasn't even sure of the simple procedures anymore. Just that they would hurt and she would have to do them. Just that they would save her sister's life and she would have to do them. Just that she didn't want to do them- and she would have to.
The Phrase:
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