Post by Kate Davies on Oct 31, 2008 10:35:39 GMT -5
Kate Davies
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"if you're born a lion"[/size]
"don't bother trying to act tame."
•• i just watched her make the same mistakes again[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size]
name , Katerina Rose Davies[/b][/i]
nicknames , Kate, or Cupkate
gender , female
age , unsweet fourteen
date of birth , 25/07/94
sexuality , straight, sometimes questions that
major or grade , ninth
Clique , the inspirationals.•• what's wrong, what's wrong now? ••
hair colour , dark brown
eye colour , hazel
build , average weight, short
height , five foot two and a half.
weight , It's between ninety-five and one hundred and ten pounds. It changes.
paragraph , The first thing you notice about Kate is the headphones. She's never seen without her iPod; it's an essential part of her appearance. Her hair, dark brown, reaches her shoulders, and is never in a complicated style; she prefers ponytails or sloppy buns over anything too fancy. She's usually seen wearing jeans and a T-shirt, although she'll occasionally spice up her outfit with a scarf or funky sneakers.
played by , Ellen Page.
Canon or Original , Original, kthnxbai
•• too many, too many problems ••
[/b][/i]home town , Los Angeles, now Miami
mother , Deceased
father , Emmet Davies, 48, a violinist who plays with symphonies worldwide and teaches a correspondense course for Juillard. He's almost always busy, but he really loves his daughter.
brothers , nope
sisters , nuh-uh
other , She has a West Highland White terrier named Yomiko.
•• don't know where she belongs ••
[/b][/i][/center]history , Katerina was kicked out of kindergarten for the first time in October. She can't remember it too well, as she was still young, but it may have had something to do with a girl in her class, at her rather prestigious all-girls' school, telling her that she was an ugly loser. She may have also punched said girl in the face. Obviously, it wasn't the best idea to keep her in that type of school, so Kate was home-schooled until this year.
Kate's mom died when she was nine. She feels horribly guilty, because five years later, she can barely remember how it felt to live with her mother, let alone feel any sort of loss. It keeps her up at night sometimes: I'm a horrible daughter. I can't even cry over my motherfucking dead mother. What kind of person AM I?
Throughout the years, she's identified more with fictional characters than real people. As a young girl, from about the age of six, her heroine was Hermione Granger. Actually, she wanted to grow up and marry Hermione Granger. Then for a while it was Kel from Tamora Pierce's Protector of the Small series- she knew just how it felt to be the odd girl out, well, even if she wasn't the only girl. In sixth grade, she read To Kill a Mockingbird and immediately identified with Scout Finch. Currently, she's learning to rely less on fiction to distract her from the real world, though she's still fond of her fictional "friends." (Not history per se, but hey, I needed a third paragraph.)
personality , The word people use to describe Katerina Davies, after a long pause during which they try and find a phrase with the least negative connotation, is unique. While this doesn't precisely sum up her personality, it does seem to describe her well. She's been unique since childhood; when the other little girls were playing "house" or "let's go shopping" with their Barbies, Kate would organize hers into bands and lead them on world tours around the living room, making up her own silly, cliched lyrics and dramatic backstories for each doll.
Kate's love for music continues to this day. She first picked up a guitar at the age of ten, and practices with all the serious intent of a world-famous musician. Her idol is Ani DiFranco, both for her lyrics and mad guitar skills. Kate writes her own songs, recording them on GarageBand, but is too self-concious to ever show them to anyone, even her closest friends.
While she seems a bit shy and/or aloof in large groups, often preferring to work alone, she's a remarkably warm-hearted girl around her friends, and even, often, her parents. Sure, her family could put a little less pressure on her and accept her for who she is a bit more, but she really does love them. She adopts a teasing, sarcastic tone, and she and her father have a penchant for quoting Monty Python sketches in pretty much every conversation.
likes , animals, guitars, indie music, boys with British accents, cheesy reality TV like ANTM, comics, Starbucks
dislikes , girlie-girls, conformists, Nickelback, people who take themselves too seriously, fish, insomnia, vegetables, eating healthy, make-up
fears , large fish, heights, losing the friends she has
hopes , become a singer, go to London, fall in love
secrets , she's questioning if she's bisexual or not.
she reads a lot of manga, but doesn't want people to think she's a total dork or anything, so she doesn't tell anyone.
she has clinical depression.[/size]
•• she wants to go home
[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size]haruki-chan
age fourteen
Random fact: , Penguins are my favorite animals
experience , three or four years
password , keyboard rehab
sample (Please don't kill me, this is from a really really really old Bleach fanfiction that I wrote... and in case you're wondering, it was set like 10 years in the past, so yeah... look, it's the first thing I found, okay?)
"Higher, Sora-nii-san! Higher!"
The young boy glanced over towards the playground, where a girl about his age clung to the chains of her swing as she sailed back and forth above the cement. A tall, black-haired young man of about twenty was pushing her, a slight smile flitting across his face.
The boy watched them with curious interest, stopping in spite of the fact that his father was still walking. From the sidewalk on the hill above the park, he could see them, see how much fun the small family was having. A perplexed look settled itself on his dimiutive features. Why is she so happy just because she's swinging? What a strange girl.
The girl's summer-orange hair flew through the air behind her, small blue pins holding it behind her ears. Her eyes were closed, her face tilted upwards to the sun. Her mouth twitched with laughter.
"Uryu, hurry up," his father said sharply, turning towards his son. "I have guests coming for dinner tonight, and I can't be late because of you."
The boy made no move to start moving again. His feet felt rooted to the sidewalk. His eyes refused to leave the smiling little girl's face.
"What are you looking at, son?"
"Nothing!" The young boy shook his head as if to clear it of his thoughts. "I'm coming, Dad." He hurried to catch up to his father, the girl temporarily displaced from his mind.
He wouldn't remember - he never remembered his dreams - but that girl would continue, in his dreams, to swing across his memory like she had across the sky.
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[/size]if you cut out the credit, i will hunt you down and beat you with a sthingy.
