Post by kirby on May 31, 2009 19:50:47 GMT -5
About You,,
Name: colleen
Age: almost 15
Gender: Female
Time Role Playing: since da dinos
Secret word: Curious
Why do you think you would be an asset to this site:
because you all love andrew and i'm fast posting back :]]]
About The Character,,
Canon or Original: Original
Name: Kirby Madison Cantor
Nickname
Age and Year: sixteen, sophmore
Sexuality: Bisexual
Play-by: Kirby Carnage
Marital Status: Single
Location: Dorms
Clique: whatever you think is best.
Appearance: Kirby is what you would classify as a scene kid. Her light blond hair falls with side-bangs over her eyes, and it is cut into layers. It falls down a little below her bust, and is normally always straight. She has deep crystal blue eyes, which are always outlined with dark eye makeup. She has somewhat pale skin, but not ghost like. She has perfectly straight teeth, which are very white.
Her fashion sense is very original. She is into the funky jewelry, the hello kitty, and all that jazz. Her clothes are her own style. She isn't really into following the popular crowd and their trends. She has a very tiny figure. She isn't too tall, and is skinny but not ana skinny. Her face is sweet looking, and she is just an all around attractive young girl.
Personality: Kirby is a girl with many emotions. She is just an all around crazy kid. She is also doing wild and wacky things, and making herself laugh even if nobody else is. She is very 'out there'. She doesn't like to go with the flow of everything else. Following the crowd has never been her thing, and it never will be.
Aside from having fun, Kirby can be a bit anti-social. Her screwed up and twisted past has formed her twisted up present. Choices made by other people have effected her greatly. Up in her head, although it doesn't show on the outside, she is screaming. Sometimes she feels like nobody understands her, and she won't make it to the next day.
Kirby is a fun loving, twisted past, bi-sexual. She has always known it too, and isn't afraid to express her sexuality. She is proud to be different and shows it whenever she can. Kissing girls has never bothered her before, and what people think of it doesn't change her opinions. She is strong minded about what she believes in.
Likes:
- chocolate
- sparkly things
- fresh cut grass
- doing her hair
- wearing bright colors
- coffee
- baby's junk food
- parrots
- shorts
- fire
- water
- going on the slip 'n slide
- taking pictures of herself
Dislikes:
- crying babies
- television
- veggies
- people taking her picture
- the dark
- full moon
- teachers
- bullies
- knives/blades
Family Members: Jennifer Cantor (39), Kyle Cantor (41), Justin Cantor (brother, 22)
History: Kirby's past is messed up, and she doesn't like to talk about it. When she was a baby, everything was fine and perfect. Her parent's had one baby before her, her older brother Justin, by 6 years. She was born in Tasmania, Australia. She loved it there. Sun all the time, loads of friends, and loads of freedom. She spent 9 long years there. Just before her tenth birthday, her father's job got moved to the states. She was happy and sad at the same time. She was sad to leave all her friends and everything she knew behind. At the same time, she was eager for new opportunities.
She was such a spunky young child. Always happy and bouncing off the walls. Her brother called it annoying, but she just had a passion for life. She was always making up new games and fun things to amuse herself with. She could make anyone smile, even on the darkest of days. Sure, its cliche, but it was the truth.
When she turned 12, things started to get a little crazy. Her brother had moved out and gone to college. It was a sad moment, but a little freeing. Then she began to notice her mother being very quiet, not her usual fun-loving self. She was more tired and didn't look too good. About a month or so after her brother left, Kirby came home from school and saw her father's car in the driveway. This was odd since her father worked during the day. She came in and was about to call she was home, when she heard screaming and crashes. She ran to the scene. Her mother was lying on the bedroom floor, a smashed lap next to her, holding her hands over her head. Her father was standing over her, a bat in hand. By the looks of it, he had already hit her with it. She caught her mother's gaze, and saw the terror in her face. Her father didn't know what was going on and continued to approach her mother and hit her, screaming at her. Eventually, Kirby started screaming at him to stop. He turned around at her voice, and she could see the anger and hatred in his face. Scared to death he would come after her, she ran to her room and locked the door. Her father ran after her, but she slammed the door in his face. She collapsed on her bed and cried. She could hear her mother's sobs from the other room. After witnessing that horrific event, she wasn't the same.
Her parents tried to get her to go to counceling, but she refused. She didn't want to talk about. In her mind, if she didn't think about it, it would all fade away like nothing happened. To distract herself from it, she changed everything about herself. From her head to her toes. Her image, her fun-loving attitude, everything. She couldn't get away from it. It haunted her, and she still thinks about it. Her and her mother left her father and live on their own. Her mother tries to bring out the old her, but she can't. She has since become more happy, and not as depressed. She creates a new image, happy and hyper, but not her old happy and hyper self. She won't be the same again.
Role Playing Example:
School was so stupid sometimes. Especially the La Push High School. Sure, she loved it there. Everyone was nice, all her friends were there, and she'd gone there for all her high school years. She wouldn't change a thing. Well, the majority of things. It was cozy, warm, and inviting. Pretty nice for a school. But on this particular day, her school was pissing her off beyond belief. Her school hadn't had enough copies of the book they were all reading. So they were sending her of all people to go to Forks High and pick some up. It was so ridiculous.So, she was stepping into her truck, grumbling to herself. It was freaking ridiculous that she would have to do it. Why didn't they pick one of the loser kids that live for stuff like this to do it. She probably could have found someone to fill her spot, but she was already in enough trouble.
She headed off, turning on the windshield wipers since it was raining as usual. She sped down the roads going extremely fast. She ran a hand through her layered blond hair, which had partial lime green streaks in it, keeping one hand on the wheel. She was sick and tired of the dead quiet and blasted the radio. She always had to have noise while she was driving, no matter what it was. She stepped on the gas peddle, driving aggressively as she always did when she was pissed off. She adjusted her white aviator sunglasses that were totally pointless on this rainy day. Whatever, she drove on.
When she finally reached the school, she tucked her keys in the pocket of her faded and ripped jeans. She checked her reflection in the window. She had on a TMNT graphic tee, faded jeans, UGG boots that were low cut, and white avaitors. She checked the time on her iPhone. It had taken her awhile, but if she hurried, she might make it back in time to meet up with some people before they made plans. She stuck the phone in her pocket opposite from the keys. She made her way into the school.
She didn't know many people that attended this school. She had seen a few in passing, but didn't know any of them personally. All her best friends were back home in La Push. Zoe headed towards the Main Office. She didn't know her way around this place any one bit. Facing a seemingly irritated office aid, she asked where the library was saying she needed to pick up some books. The woman gave her directions, and she headed off, glad to escape the woman's sharp gaze. Sure enough, the woman's directions took her straight to the library. She found the librarian and asked where she might find the books she needed. This woman, far more polite than the one in the office, was very helpful. She pointed her towards a large stack of books piled on a table. She let out a long sigh and went to go get them.
Piling them on into her arms was an adventure. She only wanted to make one trip, so she had found a way to get them all. Feeling quite accomplished she headed for the door. Getting to and in the car would be quite an adventure. With a good feeling, she went off with a spring in her step. But, as fate would have it, she tripped over a stray chair and toppled over, causing the books to go everywhere. Knowing she had disturbed a few people, maybe more, she let out a whispered sorry. Typical Zoe.
