Kreia Chase, District 1 {FINISHED}
May 22, 2015 20:35:09 GMT -5
Post by Asher Rainer d7m {Royal} on May 22, 2015 20:35:09 GMT -5
Kreia Chase
also known as "Kre"
Appearance
I look in the mirror to see a hazy, pale face staring back. Black, thin hair. Short curly naturally blonde hair used to sit on my head until recently, when my mothe made me cut it all off. Now it short and spiked up. I dyed it , in my own little rebellion of my controlling mother.
Next to Aria, I stand very tall. Almost seven foot tall, with her tiny five foot tall self. I pick on her about it, jokingly, but sometimes I don't think she takes it like that. Either way, we look almost nothing alike. While she looks more emo, I believe I can show off my surprisingly cheerful looks. Overall I think I have a happy demeanor, despite what some people think.
My style consists mainly of t-shirts and jeans, nothing special. I love music, so band merchandise is my favorite types of clothing. Sometimes I wish my cheerful demeanor would rub off on Aria. It just might make her life better.
Next to Aria, I stand very tall. Almost seven foot tall, with her tiny five foot tall self. I pick on her about it, jokingly, but sometimes I don't think she takes it like that. Either way, we look almost nothing alike. While she looks more emo, I believe I can show off my surprisingly cheerful looks. Overall I think I have a happy demeanor, despite what some people think.
My style consists mainly of t-shirts and jeans, nothing special. I love music, so band merchandise is my favorite types of clothing. Sometimes I wish my cheerful demeanor would rub off on Aria. It just might make her life better.
Personality
Music. Is. My. Life. Anything that has to do with music, I love. I love to sing, I love it. I love to play and create it. I love playing guitar, making funky sounds or mellow ones. Everything that has to do with music, how rare it is in One, and I cling to it, memorizing every note that it makes, every beautiful sound it creates.
Some say that I have a large personality- one that starts off normal, and when I get to comfortable I get to weird. Not that I understand that. I don't get weird around the people I know and love... I get to my normal self. Everyday, I go into public, always covering my identity. My real identity. So when they get close enough... I may act weird around them, making myself laugh everyday, making other people laugh (or try too).
I try my best to be nice to everyone, though. Even those I don't particularly nice, I try my best to be nice to everyone I meet (even if it drives them crazy). I hate fighting, for one. Fighting seems so.... pointless. Nothing good comes from it, except pain, pain, pain. And nobody likes pain....
Some say that I have a large personality- one that starts off normal, and when I get to comfortable I get to weird. Not that I understand that. I don't get weird around the people I know and love... I get to my normal self. Everyday, I go into public, always covering my identity. My real identity. So when they get close enough... I may act weird around them, making myself laugh everyday, making other people laugh (or try too).
I try my best to be nice to everyone, though. Even those I don't particularly nice, I try my best to be nice to everyone I meet (even if it drives them crazy). I hate fighting, for one. Fighting seems so.... pointless. Nothing good comes from it, except pain, pain, pain. And nobody likes pain....
Background
I was born this way. Why doesn't anybody believe me?
My father. My mother. My former 'friends'.
I am gay. That doesn't change who I am, does it?
I only told six people. My parents, my two friends, and before anyone else, Aria. My sister was the most understanding of them all. She walked me through it, cemented the fact that I shouldn't be ashamed of who I was. Until I told my mother, the one other person I thought I could trust.
I remembered sitting her down, one afternoon, in our kitchen. She was confused- what was I making a big deal about? she said. Then the word's escaped my lips, and she began crying. Asking herself what she did wrong. I didn't understand. Why did she think she did something wrong?
Later, she told Dad, of course. He was angry that I would pull a stunt like that, and yelling at me, telling me how I should be ashamed of trying to be an attention seeking whore. I told him, no, it's true, all of it. I didn't choose this, I was born this way. But he wasn't listening.
I thought it was just my family, though. I didn't know other people felt like my parents. Like my friends, who found it disgusting, not talking to me anymore, at all. As if they would be ashamed if I ever told everyone. Now I won't.
No, I won't tell anyone. Nobody else. My parent's are convinced I decided against being gay, but no. I'm simply furthering myself from it, convincing myself that I don't need to act upon my sexuality.
So instead, I became a full-time trainee. Working hard to find out how to fight, to draw all the attention away from who I was dating or interested in. If anybody asked, I would tell them I don't have enough time to be interested in anyone. It would be half-true, at least. I won't put myself through it again.
My father. My mother. My former 'friends'.
I am gay. That doesn't change who I am, does it?
I only told six people. My parents, my two friends, and before anyone else, Aria. My sister was the most understanding of them all. She walked me through it, cemented the fact that I shouldn't be ashamed of who I was. Until I told my mother, the one other person I thought I could trust.
I remembered sitting her down, one afternoon, in our kitchen. She was confused- what was I making a big deal about? she said. Then the word's escaped my lips, and she began crying. Asking herself what she did wrong. I didn't understand. Why did she think she did something wrong?
Later, she told Dad, of course. He was angry that I would pull a stunt like that, and yelling at me, telling me how I should be ashamed of trying to be an attention seeking whore. I told him, no, it's true, all of it. I didn't choose this, I was born this way. But he wasn't listening.
I thought it was just my family, though. I didn't know other people felt like my parents. Like my friends, who found it disgusting, not talking to me anymore, at all. As if they would be ashamed if I ever told everyone. Now I won't.
No, I won't tell anyone. Nobody else. My parent's are convinced I decided against being gay, but no. I'm simply furthering myself from it, convincing myself that I don't need to act upon my sexuality.
So instead, I became a full-time trainee. Working hard to find out how to fight, to draw all the attention away from who I was dating or interested in. If anybody asked, I would tell them I don't have enough time to be interested in anyone. It would be half-true, at least. I won't put myself through it again.
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