Kaylie Merin- District 4(Done)
Dec 29, 2011 2:22:51 GMT -5
Post by Nocturnal on Dec 29, 2011 2:22:51 GMT -5
Name: Kaylie Merin
Age: 15
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 4
Appearance:
There's just something missing from her sense of fashion, her taste of clothes that's off. A little tweak here, an accessory there...Who's she kidding? Kaylie has no idea what's she's doing when it comes to clothes. Generally, a plain tee and a pair of jeans works, even though her parents don't approve of it. Low cut neckline's are a definite no-no with this girl- not that's she's got anything to show off in that area. During the fall month's, she'll often throw on a vest just to look official, or try copying one of the other girls from school. Problem is, Kaylie doesn't have the grace, or the confidence, to pull off those super-short shorts that, or tiny tank tops. Each time she tries, it's defeat again, and back to the drawing board. Someday she'll learn not to mess with clothes, but that's still far off, and the pressure of her household isn't helping in the slightest.
The one thing about herself that Kaylie is proud of is her legs- long and slim, they're her only feature that looks like it could come from someone actually pretty. The rest of her is skinny too, though lacking muscle, but her arms look too much so, scrawny and weak. Her legs curve in all the right ways, and narrow down into petite feet which she's always tripping over. Of course she shows them off whenever she can, wearing tight fitting jeans that in no way match her top. Ugly white sneakers with enormous soles are slipped on her feet every day, at least two sizes too big. Maybe Kaylie wouldn't be so clumsy if it weren't for those shoes. Maybe. [/right][/color][/size][/blockquote]Personality:
As introverted as she is, it's hard to ignore her neatness- everything in her locker is arranged in rows, books stacked evenly from smallest to largest. No one even knows when she does it. In the mornings, they only get a few minutes before the bell rings for them to socialize, and that isn't even close to enough time to do that. The popular rumor right now is that she comes in early to clean it out. She can hear their whispers, echoing down the hallway. Glances sneaked out of the corners of laughing eyes. "Can you believe that girl? Coming into school early!" The sad thing is, it's true. A few minutes, ten or fifteen, before anyone- even the teachers- arrive, Kaylie comes in and tidies up her things. One of her main incomes, since she hasn't got a job on the docks yet, is organizing other people's messes for them. Not the best paying job in the world, but it doesn't involve the need to socialize, so therefore it is ideal.
It's hard to say what Kaylie actually thinks about most topics, because she'll normally go with whatever the majority agrees on. Like a leaf floating in a wind, she'll drift to wherever the winds carry her. Who knows what would happen if she met someone as insubstantial as herself? Quiet and withdrawn, as selfish and self-hating? Perhaps she would become a figure of authority, take charge. It wouldn't be likely though. Perhaps it would just be a silent conversation. So many things can be communicated in silence, and Kaylie would know. She thinks that she shouldn't talk, that what she cares about doesn't matter, and she should stop being selfish whenever someone tries to do something for her. In that way, she rejects help, and advances, putting up the barrier that makes her who she is herself. Trapping herself in a perpetual circle of loneliness.
Everyone has their quirks, and Kaylie is no exception to that rule. In fact, she has so many quirks that they've just molded together into her person. Never looking anyone in the eye, Using her own lack of emotion as a shield. The chewing of her cheek when she's nervous, her rapid blinking. Those are the small ones, things you notice over time. Sometimes, when she's attempting to make conversation with someone, Kaylie will blurt her thought out, something like, "I like your hair!" without analyzing predictable reactions, and start blushing furiously. The crimson that infuses her cheeks just makes her want to blush more, so she ends up just spluttering an apology and dashing off without another coherent sentence. It's unfortunate and awkward, but it's the only thing that leaves people with a lasting impression of her. That one you'll notice right away. [/color][/right][/justify][/blockquote]History:
School was easy at first, cutting and gluing and doing two plus two in math class. In her early years, you couldn't get Kaylie to stop talking. Blabbering constantly over something or another as soon as she learned to speak. Using big words before she even knew what they meant, she had plenty of friends, and for a while, every one was happy. For a while, he mother just said; "She'll get prettier, I'm sure of it." As the years went on, it became obvious that she wasn't going to become as dazzling as Marcy, or even just mildly sparkly. Still, her friends stuck with her, and Kaylie barely even noticed her parent's disapproving looks.
When she turned twelve, she finally got up the guts to tell Nathaniel, a guy she had liked since 4th grade, that she liked him. One could say that's when she changed, though in truth it had been building up for years and years, a dam just waiting to burst open. That boy, no older than she was, completely innocent, scrunched up his face and started laughing. He couldn't believe it, that a regular girl like her would even talk to a popular kid like himself, would do something so cliche. And he kept laughing, until Kaylie could feel hot tears stinging her eyes, and her nails digging deep into her hand. Before she knew it, could stop it, a fist flew out and broke his nose- knocked out a good tooth too. And she just turned on her heel, and walked away.
That's when her social exile began. Some people avoided her because they thought she would explode again, break their noses. Others had heard the various rumors spread through the grapevine by the committee of wannabe popular kids who were in charge of that kind of thing. Not many people actually knew what she had done, but avoided her all the same. Hell, she had been suspended from school for two weeks. There were voices that said it was drug use, another few who hissed that she had set the principal's office on fire. This was the girl they all knew and were even friends with, but it was like she was another person. Isn't that the same tale that everyone boasts? Their lives being ruined by popular kids? Still, Kaylie drew farther and farther back into her shell from the combination of trash she got at school, and at home from her parents about all of this.
In high school now, nothing has really changed. People don't look her way at least, they just walk right by her like she's not even there. It's better than being whispered about, she reasons, but neither one is really good. At least with the latter, you're being acknowledged. People know you're there, and don't look surprised when the bump into you. Kaylie's grades have gradually dropped over the last two years or so, as she realized that the damage was permanent. She made it worse by ignoring the flame, that turned into a wall of fire that she could never put out. [/color][/right][/justify][/blockquote]Codeword: odair
Comments/Other:
Age: 15
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 4
Appearance:
[/size]When was the last time you saw someone, with blazing red hair, and vibrant green eyes that seem to stare right through you? With an impeccable taste in clothes that never goes astray? Never, and you probably never will. Kaylie is none of those extraordinary things. You'd never notice if you passed by this girl in a crowd, with her shoulder length brown hair that never seems to stay brushed with the constant ocean-winds blowing in simply to destroy the delicate balance of hairspray and gel. Any eyes would phase right by her brown eyes, the color of dirt, just lighter than than her mouse-colored hair. It's really disappointing, she's been told, that she doesn't have her mother's looks. Every day, she sees her mother, looking spectacular, and realizes how utterly average she looks in comparison.
So boring...
There's just something missing from her sense of fashion, her taste of clothes that's off. A little tweak here, an accessory there...Who's she kidding? Kaylie has no idea what's she's doing when it comes to clothes. Generally, a plain tee and a pair of jeans works, even though her parents don't approve of it. Low cut neckline's are a definite no-no with this girl- not that's she's got anything to show off in that area. During the fall month's, she'll often throw on a vest just to look official, or try copying one of the other girls from school. Problem is, Kaylie doesn't have the grace, or the confidence, to pull off those super-short shorts that, or tiny tank tops. Each time she tries, it's defeat again, and back to the drawing board. Someday she'll learn not to mess with clothes, but that's still far off, and the pressure of her household isn't helping in the slightest.
Can't even dress right...
The one thing about herself that Kaylie is proud of is her legs- long and slim, they're her only feature that looks like it could come from someone actually pretty. The rest of her is skinny too, though lacking muscle, but her arms look too much so, scrawny and weak. Her legs curve in all the right ways, and narrow down into petite feet which she's always tripping over. Of course she shows them off whenever she can, wearing tight fitting jeans that in no way match her top. Ugly white sneakers with enormous soles are slipped on her feet every day, at least two sizes too big. Maybe Kaylie wouldn't be so clumsy if it weren't for those shoes. Maybe. [/right][/color][/size][/blockquote]Personality:
[/size]With her average looks, and below average fashion sense, Kaylie isn't exactly a confident young individual, or a social butterfly. Thinking she knows what everyone thinks about her, how stupid she is, how plain, she never approaches people, and finds out for herself. There's just this air around her that makes people want to back off and give her some space, even though she obviously has far too much. Sometimes you can almost see the emptiness hovering next to her, keeping her company. On some days, the only time anyone talks to her, or pays her any heed at all, is asking to borrow a pencil. On a good social day, she gets into a fight with her parents, which is a good couple of sentences. Always the kind to sit in the back of the class room, she's rarely called on, and is just skimming C- to D territory for most classes.
This girl isn't good at anything...
As introverted as she is, it's hard to ignore her neatness- everything in her locker is arranged in rows, books stacked evenly from smallest to largest. No one even knows when she does it. In the mornings, they only get a few minutes before the bell rings for them to socialize, and that isn't even close to enough time to do that. The popular rumor right now is that she comes in early to clean it out. She can hear their whispers, echoing down the hallway. Glances sneaked out of the corners of laughing eyes. "Can you believe that girl? Coming into school early!" The sad thing is, it's true. A few minutes, ten or fifteen, before anyone- even the teachers- arrive, Kaylie comes in and tidies up her things. One of her main incomes, since she hasn't got a job on the docks yet, is organizing other people's messes for them. Not the best paying job in the world, but it doesn't involve the need to socialize, so therefore it is ideal.
She's like some sort of maid...
It's hard to say what Kaylie actually thinks about most topics, because she'll normally go with whatever the majority agrees on. Like a leaf floating in a wind, she'll drift to wherever the winds carry her. Who knows what would happen if she met someone as insubstantial as herself? Quiet and withdrawn, as selfish and self-hating? Perhaps she would become a figure of authority, take charge. It wouldn't be likely though. Perhaps it would just be a silent conversation. So many things can be communicated in silence, and Kaylie would know. She thinks that she shouldn't talk, that what she cares about doesn't matter, and she should stop being selfish whenever someone tries to do something for her. In that way, she rejects help, and advances, putting up the barrier that makes her who she is herself. Trapping herself in a perpetual circle of loneliness.
Self hating freak...
Everyone has their quirks, and Kaylie is no exception to that rule. In fact, she has so many quirks that they've just molded together into her person. Never looking anyone in the eye, Using her own lack of emotion as a shield. The chewing of her cheek when she's nervous, her rapid blinking. Those are the small ones, things you notice over time. Sometimes, when she's attempting to make conversation with someone, Kaylie will blurt her thought out, something like, "I like your hair!" without analyzing predictable reactions, and start blushing furiously. The crimson that infuses her cheeks just makes her want to blush more, so she ends up just spluttering an apology and dashing off without another coherent sentence. It's unfortunate and awkward, but it's the only thing that leaves people with a lasting impression of her. That one you'll notice right away. [/color][/right][/justify][/blockquote]History:
[/size]Born into a middle class family who has to work to survive, but not more than 8 hour shifts on the piers. Her mother's family owned a small grocers, which she passed on to her sister to settle down at the age of 34 and have a family life. Marcy Gauros became Marcy Merin, marrying John Merin from right down the street. Nothing about her family has ever been particularly spectacular, except for her mother. She has flowing black locks to half way down her back, looks good in just about any dress, and beautiful green eyes. She's truly glamorous, and has won several awards for it. It's aging her, seeing her daughter grow up so plain, and Marcy tries so hard to make her get a fashion sense, or get her hair done for once. Pressure may not be the best form of parenting, but it's what John and Marcy decided to go for.
She'll never be as pretty as her mother...
School was easy at first, cutting and gluing and doing two plus two in math class. In her early years, you couldn't get Kaylie to stop talking. Blabbering constantly over something or another as soon as she learned to speak. Using big words before she even knew what they meant, she had plenty of friends, and for a while, every one was happy. For a while, he mother just said; "She'll get prettier, I'm sure of it." As the years went on, it became obvious that she wasn't going to become as dazzling as Marcy, or even just mildly sparkly. Still, her friends stuck with her, and Kaylie barely even noticed her parent's disapproving looks.
Completely oblivious...
When she turned twelve, she finally got up the guts to tell Nathaniel, a guy she had liked since 4th grade, that she liked him. One could say that's when she changed, though in truth it had been building up for years and years, a dam just waiting to burst open. That boy, no older than she was, completely innocent, scrunched up his face and started laughing. He couldn't believe it, that a regular girl like her would even talk to a popular kid like himself, would do something so cliche. And he kept laughing, until Kaylie could feel hot tears stinging her eyes, and her nails digging deep into her hand. Before she knew it, could stop it, a fist flew out and broke his nose- knocked out a good tooth too. And she just turned on her heel, and walked away.
Violent psycho...
That's when her social exile began. Some people avoided her because they thought she would explode again, break their noses. Others had heard the various rumors spread through the grapevine by the committee of wannabe popular kids who were in charge of that kind of thing. Not many people actually knew what she had done, but avoided her all the same. Hell, she had been suspended from school for two weeks. There were voices that said it was drug use, another few who hissed that she had set the principal's office on fire. This was the girl they all knew and were even friends with, but it was like she was another person. Isn't that the same tale that everyone boasts? Their lives being ruined by popular kids? Still, Kaylie drew farther and farther back into her shell from the combination of trash she got at school, and at home from her parents about all of this.
Unforgivable...
In high school now, nothing has really changed. People don't look her way at least, they just walk right by her like she's not even there. It's better than being whispered about, she reasons, but neither one is really good. At least with the latter, you're being acknowledged. People know you're there, and don't look surprised when the bump into you. Kaylie's grades have gradually dropped over the last two years or so, as she realized that the damage was permanent. She made it worse by ignoring the flame, that turned into a wall of fire that she could never put out. [/color][/right][/justify][/blockquote]Codeword: odair
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