Kallie Krow 5 FINISHED
May 25, 2011 20:59:16 GMT -5
Post by Arrow on May 25, 2011 20:59:16 GMT -5
.:KALLIE KRISTINA KROW:.
[/color]My name is Kallie Krow. Middle name Kristina.
I've got Seventeen years under my belt.
I have always lived in District Five.
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.:Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late:.
It's never too late:.
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For a girl who certainly stands tall in personality, I don't stand actually that tall. For a seventeen year old, I'm only 5'5, which for me is undesirably short. I want to be tall like my Father, not that I looked up to him anymore. I weigh in at one hundred and twenty three pounds. I hope that is a healthy weight. Being able to maintain a slim, but not underfed figure is ideal for me. I want to remain as light as possible without have to starve myself in the process. My face is oval shaped. My body had a very hour glass shape to it. I'm not that tan, just a little, and the same goes for my muscle tone. I don't get out and work out and much as I do to socialize.
My oval shaped face is surrounded my a veil of shoulder length wavy, luscious, dark brown hair. Some of the strands are shorter than others. One section of my hair is slicked back, the part on the crown of my skull, while the rest falls down in waves. A straight line of skin borders the cascades of of hair and the slicked back section of the crown of my head on ether side. The hair falls normally in the back all the way around. You could say I have two parts. Two for the price of one!
My eyes are large and bright, the irises a shade of blue and gray mixed together. My eyebrows are short and the same shade as my hair, rising a little bit above my eyes. The bride of my nose is around medium length, leaning closer to the skinny side. However, the bride is long. The tip of my nose points out from my face just a little, but the mean spirited kids never, ever fail to notice. They've called me witch nose a few times, and it stings like a bumble bee, which happens to be my favorite insect. My lips are not that thin, but aren't really fat and full ether. They lean more to the chicken lips side, but I sometimes use a bit of gloss to lighten them up, if I can get my hands on any.
Like I said before, my slim figure is enough for me. I don't like going toned or tan. My arms are long and skinny, maybe some of the skin even sags in a few places from lack of work. I have plenty of curves. My legs are long and lanky, but are a bit more toned. When it comes to physical strength, my legs are probably the strongest part of me. If you didn't ask for specifics, however, I would say my lungs or my brilliant intellect.
Despite my overall somewhat pretty appearance, I was born with the problem of sudden seizures. They will come out of the blue and vanish just as they came. They used to be frequent when I was a young child, but as I aged and matured, they seemed to dissipate in frequency and intensity. Now it's gotten to where I no almost no longer have the problem, but sometimes it will still happen and inturrupt my conversations, which highly bugs me.
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:This world will never be what I expected
And if I don't belong who would have guessed it:.
And if I don't belong who would have guessed it:.
I've met a fair share of people in my day who are always constant downers, and it just bugs me. I don't see how they can let life get to them like that. You just have to go with the flow. It's easy. Crap happens in life, I would know, but you have to move on. I've always been a highly optimistic person. The glass half full type might be a better way to put it, or maybe both. I'm always on the sunny side. Nothing can ever get my down. I'll always try to cheer people up, and sometimes get annoyed with my constant, pointless bubbly chatter.
I am a chatterbox. I might have mentioned that a few times before. I love to talk, no matter how dry as a desert my mouth gets. Talking is one way to cheer people up and just be overall bubbly, which is nice. I like to just walk around and talk with friends. That's what life should be about. Freedom. We don't get enough of that here in Panem. Whenever I think of how tight and constricted our lives are, it makes me angry. And I'm usually not the type to get angry over much. When I do get angry, I get really angry though.
I'm really smart. I don't know where my brilliant mind comes from. Neither of my parents have, or for my Mother had, much intellect in them. Maybe I just absorbed all the information from my surroundings into my readily accepting brain. I know a large list of random facts that have to do with happiness or talking, two of the biggest things that shape my character. People get really annoyed with me when I run my mouth for so long.
Being tolerant and accepting of everyone is a good skill to have, and I do. Being gay or lesbian, bisexual, a different skin color, it doesn't bother me. We can all be friends. Disabilities, though uncommon, are fine with me. You just have to accept people for who they are, and with my over the top bubbly personality, it really isn't that hard. Just get a bit of charisma and tolerance.
My self confidence, even though it might seem high from all of my self oriented chatter, isn't that high. It hasn't ever been since a month ago. Since a month ago, I might have just dropped a level or two on everything that used to be Kallie Krow. I just seem different, maybe just a bit quieter, a bit more scared of the world now. I find myself constantly looking over my shoulder and trying to cover up my nose. Sometimes I even think I'm getting too skinny. I don't know what happened that changed me mentally. I guess just being a witness to an event of that type can really scar a person. I guess it really did to me.
.:The world we knew won't come back
The time we've lost can't get back:.
The time we've lost can't get back:.
I was born to a newlywed couple in the year of the 40th Hunger Games. They had only just met each other a little bit under a year at the time of my birth. They tied the knot quicker than expected when they learned my Mother, Lianne was pregnant. They never did decide to have more children, so I grew up talking up the town with other kids. I made fast friends.
My parents and I were really close. They were pretty much the only family I knew besides my Uncle, his wife, and his daughter, my cousin, who was born about three months after me. Her name was Lana. We were close, since we were so close in age. When we were both seven, our lives seemingly normal, Lana's Mother suddenly walked out for no good reason. My Uncle, so shocked and depressed by his love's sudden leaving, took his own life. Lana, having no where else to turn, was sent to live with us. I was thrilled to finally have a playmate that wasn't an unrelated person or my parents living with me. She seemed pretty happy about it too, but just wasn't the same. We was basically an orphan now. We never did hear from her Mother again.
Lana and I got even closer as we grew up. Now, almost ten years later, nothing has changed. We're still a tight knot. Lana changed though as we got older. She would come with me when I went to talk with my friends, and would hook up with some of the male friends. Lana was starting to have a lot of boyfriends, and I didn't like it. I tried talking to her, but we were both fourteen at the time and going through puberty. She was hard to reach.
So, with Lana focusing more on the boys, I started to hang out with a girl named Kelsey. We became good friends. I didn't want to replace Lana with her, but then Lana and I seemed to operate on different clocks. She slept during the day and was out all night with the party group while I slept during the night and talked and hung out with friends during the day. Finally, she came to her senses earlier this year. Now that we're closer again, I've been balancing my time between her, Kelsey, and others.
Then it happened. my parents had been fighting for such a long time, almost two years. I will never be sure just what caused their fighting. They seemed to be happy until two years ago, when their yelling ripped through the usually peaceful house. I was home alone. Lana had gone out with some friends. Mom and Dad were fighting again. I was sitting down plugging my ears when I heard my Mom scream. I darted to the kitchen where they were fighting just in time to see my Father, a crazed expression on his face, drive the knife into my Mother's chest. I watched her body fall, then lay still as scarlet pooled around her. I ran and didn't look back, afraid my Father would kill the witness.
He admitted to his crime and was sent to the Capitol and avoxed. They should have killed him. Lana and I were devastated. We had nowhere to go once again. The community home took us in, but it just wasn't the same life we used to live. We both felt hollow. No amount of what we loved to do seemed to be able to help us at all. I was the one effected by it the most. I had lost my parents, and watched as one of them died by the hands of the other. Lana had watched her Mother walk out, but she didn't have to see her parents murdered. Now, however, I can understand the pain of being an orphan.
The codeword? Too easy. <img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/16h2ibt.png">.
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Her bio is shorter than I thought. I lost muse! D:
