Post by Kit Valtrena on Feb 10, 2008 16:22:35 GMT -5
Preliminary Paper Work _+
Online Name _+
Kit Valtrena
C-Box Name _+
Kit
Age _+
20
RPer Level _+
Inter-Expert (4 years of multiple para RP’ing)
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Full Name &&
Kit Freya Valtrena
Nickname &&
Kit / Kitten
Age &&
17
Species &&
Experiment
In the Mirror . . . Appearance &&
She is quite short, around 5”4. Long fiery red hair cascades down her back. Rarely styled bar the just woke up fashion. She dresses commonly in black form fitting clothes, covering most of her skin, not wishing the scars to be on display to the entire world. Her face, oddly enough was left with little scarring, leaving her sharp features and perfectly smooth, albeit pale skin.
Her eyes were a rather common dark brown, but being kept for so long away from light, her existing light sensitivity condition that caused yellow fleck in her eyes had increased. Leaving them a shining gold colour above the brown, most noticeable in direct sunlight.
Tip: include celebrity
What I Hold Within . . . Personality &&
When she was 16, she was happy and care free. Well, as carefree as a hormone driven teenage girl could be. Her bane in her life was guys. No matter how much her parents railed at her she was easily manipulated and commonly ran away for days at a time. Other than that she was rarely seen without a smile on her face, wouldn’t pass a poor person on the street and hated to see others in pain.
Well, its fare to say a lot has changed between the then and the now, What one short year can do to an innocents personality could shock many. Rarely does she ever smile, her attitude turned sardonic and her caring nature was lost along the way. Sarcastic remarks are now a full part of her repertoire, albeit the main person she has to speak to now is only herself, one of the things which are slowly causing mental deterioration, leaving her a confused sometimes about her whereabouts and loosing chunks of time. Her deteriorating state has degraded her trust in anyone and her amnesic memory has cut all ties with people she knew before, leaving her totally cut off from her life before now. Not that she misses it however, only the last years events are fresh in her mind.
Kit is also highly nervous when out of her comfort zones, pacing when forced to venture around, talking rapidly to people and clenching her fists at the same time. This nervousness makes her edgy and immensely quick to anger during an argument, and during a fight she has little regard for herself, with the key intent of inflicting pain and suffering on to the one who angered her. She’s grown a like for having people fear her, even if it’s just the look in their eyes, still unsure of this it leaves her a little confused.
What I Left Behind . . . History &&
She had what could be deemed a perfect childhood by many. Parents had money, Jobs, she had a good school and lots of friends. But the parent’s money and jobs came at a price, they were hardly around. She didn’t turn into an attention seeking brat, messing up for attention, but rather the opposite. Doing whatever any one wished to get their approval and praise, one of her worst qualities. Constantly validating herself on the views of others led her down a rocky path as a teenager, peer approval governing her life. Maybe it was her constant running away, pushing at rules and odd choice in friends that let her parents give up so easily when she disappeared again, taking them 2 weeks to even inform the police.
Not that much of this matters of course, if you ask Kit about her past none of this will get mentioned. That is of course if you get an answer at all. The past is a sore issue in her mind, one of the only blessing of her amnesia is that she can’t remember everything, and remembering luxury and then pain would of made the pain all that worse.
After she was taken, she was experimented on. For the first week she screamed shouted and protested, but no one ever even answered her, no one came charging to her rescue, and no one cared. At least this is what she thought, and it destroyed her will to fight. Weeks went by as she lapsed into a coma like state, with brief intervals of light, darkness pain and screaming, she wasn’t really there. Not even able to discern her own voice from others around her. She hadn’t the faintest clue who had taken her, who wished to hurt her so much or what they even wanted to do with her. Even when her consciousness slowly started to return; much to her dismay.
This time she didn’t beg or scream, she raged and yelled, causing probably more damage to herself than anyone else could. The rages became less frequent after a time and her captures became less vigilant with her, giving her an opportunity. Memories of her escape are vague, she woke in a field, cloaked in darkness half drenched in blood again, the knowledge of it being hers or someone else’s evaded her. That wasn’t important however she was free, but not of the pain, her body was scared in several places and a pain in her head wouldn’t go away, just faded and flared at random intervals.
RP Example &&
Kit raised her head, it was pounding, and there was a dull ache in her muscles and a drying slick substance covering her hands. Opening her eyes was a challenge too, she hated waking up, waking brought pain, her eyes cringes to slips as she waited for the sounds of footsteps or the maniacal voice of the man who did this too her. Neither came.
There was a new sensation however. Wetness, and not just the slime drying on her body, it was due on the grass. Her mind took a while to come to the conclusion she was lying of the grass, prying her eyes open she spread her fingers onto the damp vegetation, staring in amazement.
“Grass...” her voice came out horse and cracked, causing her to cough violently, old blood spilling into her mouth causing her to gag slightly. That didn’t matter, she was outside! How long had it been, she didn’t know, she had a recollection of being outside before, but couldn’t summon a memory to help explain. It still didn’t matter, she sluggishly rolled over on to her back, being faced with the night’s sky and a million stars, she broke out into a fit of laughter before sitting up quickly. Her muscles screamed and her head felt awful, but it wasn’t exactly new being put through pain constantly.
Glancing down to herself she sighed irritably, one may wonder how she could care about something such as clothes in a time like this, but a mind can only go through so much before it breaks, and things become disorganized, even priorities.
“I’m going to need something new...” she spoke to herself again, the croaking fading slightly with use, but her throat was still dry and ached. It was worth it however, to hear her own voice and know it was hers, know she wanted more to be hers again. “Not a pet to be played with any more..” she staggered to her feet, ignoring the pain, and limped off towards the shops...