Post by galvanizedgala on Jan 18, 2013 19:13:01 GMT -5
[/i] serious. Your friends are important to you – you might even say that they’re the bane of your existence! Among other things, of course, but you don’t want to worry about that. You’re incredibly loyal, fiercely protective and hold an admirable steadfast faith in your friends, refusing to entertain the fact that they may be lying to you.[/ul][style=text-align: justify; text-indent: 100px; font-family: helvetica; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #949494; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 40px; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px; color: #C26A72; top: 24px; position: relative;]KRIS KELLEN
[style=text-align: justify; text-indent: 100px; font-family: Arial Narrow; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 10px; color: #816f74;]HUMAN • FEMALE • TWENTY • NO TEAM • HETEROSEXUAL • galvanizedGala[/style]- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [style=text-indent:10px;][style=font-size : 9px; font-family: ms gothica; color: #816f74; text-transform: uppercase;]we've got something, here the future is clear we exist without fear[/style][style=text-indent:20px;] [/style][style=font-size: 9px; font-family: ms gothica; color: #816f74; text-transform: uppercase;]i think we're best described as a pyrocumulus i know there's a fire deep inside of us[/style][/style][style=width: 455px; margin-top:13px; border-bottom:2px solid #101010;][/style][style=background-color: #242424; opacity: 0.8; color: #C26A72; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; width: 70px; padding: 3px; border-right: 2px solid#101010; border-left: 2px solid#101010; border-top: 1px solid#101010; border-top-right-radius: 15px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 15px; border-bottom-left-radius: 15px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 15px;]PHYSIQUE[/style][style=width: 425px; padding: 15px; color: #816f74; font-family: helvetica; font-size:9px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]★ APPEARANCE: Your most prominent feature is your amazingly long and incredibly silky blonde hair. You’re proud of it. It makes you, you… and you love it. You possess bright, cyan-colored eyes that are often round with the excitement natural to a party animal such as yourself, and you’re often found wearing a coy grin on your face. Your complexion is a creamy white, and your figure is sublime (exceptionally curvy in all the right places). You stand at around five feet and five inches, and weight at around 136 lbs.
★ COMMON WEAR: Many people commenting upon your fashion like to say that your fashion sense is rather… masculine. You can’t argue with them. Your daily wardrobe consists of a white collared shirt, with a grey, sleeveless sweater over top of it. You wear tight, faded jeans, and black tall boots for women, with numerous buckles and straps that seem to serve no purpose other than for décor. On your right hand is your black watch, and on your left are two golden bangles that tend to jingle musically every time you decide to move your left wrist. Atop your head you wear a rather fashionable grey headband, and around your neck is a necklace with a golden locket that carries a picture of you and your precious sister.
★ OTHER FEATURES: Occasionally you will find yourself wearing frameless glasses. You actually need them, though. You also like wearing contacts to change up your eye color every now and then.[/style][style=width: 455px; margin-top:13px; border-bottom:2px solid #101010;][/style][style=background-color: #242424; opacity: 0.8; color: #C26A72; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; width: 70px; padding: 3px; border-right: 2px solid#101010; border-left: 2px solid#101010; border-top: 1px solid#101010; border-top-right-radius: 15px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 15px; border-bottom-left-radius: 15px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 15px;]PERSONAGE[/style][style=width: 425px; padding: 15px; color: #816f74; font-family: helvetica; font-size:9px; text-align: justify; height: 150px; overflow: auto;]★ POSITIVE:
★ NEGATIVE:
• INSECURE: This is your number one problem. You are incredibly insecure, and you’re never satisfied with where you stand socially. You have this terrifying need to continue to climb up the social ladder, in fear that you’ll fall and reach rock bottom. Does this shirt look okay? Do these heels match my outfit? It’s a dark, greedy monster that lives inside of you, and the more that you feed it, the bigger and hungrier it gets. You strive to be accepted, and therefore, you’re always hip with the latest trends, always changing yourself to fit everybody’s image of you. You just can’t let them down. Your insecurity has gone to the point where you begin to doubt your own persona. It just doesn’t feel like you anymore.[/ul]
★ LIKES:
★ DISLIKES:
★ HABIT:
- HABIT ONE: You have this really bad habit of talking too much. Sometimes you completely overwhelm the other party with your barrage of words. It’s really inconvenient for some people, but most of your friends have learned to let it go.
- HABIT TWO: You also have this habit for worrying over every little thing that your friends are experiencing, yet (seemingly) never paying attention to yourself. You need to know every single thing that they are going through, and you demand updates every, say, 10 minutes? It used to be worse – it’s a good thing you’re so magnanimous about most things.
★ FEAR:
- FEAR ONE: Your greatest fear is being stigmatized – marked as weird and becoming a social outcast. Losing your friends, everybody who you’ve lost – you’re afraid of being alone. It’s… sad.
- FEAR TWO: You. Hate. Closed. Spaces. You wouldn’t be surprised if you found out if your fear bordered phobia, because, really, you probably are claustrophobic. There’s no way to move around, and you’re trapped – it’s the second worst thing, coming just after losing all your friends.
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INVENTORY
[/style][style=width: 425px; padding: 15px; color: #816f74; font-family: helvetica; font-size:9px; text-align: justify; height: 150px; overflow: auto;]★ STRIFE SPECIBUS: You are the proud owner of the combkind specibus, just because. You need to keep up your appearance – especially your hair. It was such a good idea at the time – now you have a permanent comb to fix up your hair wherever you go!
★ FETCH MODUS: You have the Die Modus. It’s… really strange. You’re known to have pretty good luck, but it’s still pretty inconvenient. It’s simple, really. Every persimmon captchalogue card you obtain is automatically assigned a number and is inputted into the die, which will increase the number of sides it has to allow another item in. You roll the die, and you get whatever item is assigned to the number that is face up. The more items… the less chance that you’re going to get the item you want. Which sucks.
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BACK STORY
[/style][style=width: 445px; padding: 15px; color: #816f74; font-family: helvetica; font-size:9px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]★ GUARDIAN / ANCESTOR: No, man. You’re the guardian. It is you. You are the proud “guardian” of Kate Kellen, a sweet, shy little girl who you think is absolutely adorable. You guys are the best of friends (or at least, that’s what you assume). You’d never betray her.★ HISTORY: You’ve lived a pretty normal life, admittedly. You grew up with two great parents, and despite your age, you haven’t had many bouts with them. Your relationship with your parents is wonderful, actually. You’re admired for it. But enough about them.
When you were but a young girl, you were gifted with the privilege of becoming an older sister. One day, your parents brought home your adoptive sister, Kate, who you immediately became best friends with. You two share a room that’s extraordinarily messy, but, again, you don’t mind, and you hope Kate doesn’t, either. You spent most of your life being the life of the party, surrounded by a lot of friends and boyfriends. But… you didn’t feel anything from them, nor did you feel yourself feeling anything for them.
The most prominent memory in your fallible memory is that one class where you really didn’t get along well with one of the more well-known kids of the class. You remember the time when you stole her pencils, and the time when she stole your homework. Soon, the girl began to plot your social demise. You blocked out any more memories from that time period – you moved schools, and to this day you do not remember what it was that she did to you. Perhaps she is the reason for your insecurity.
Oh well. The past is the past.
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