KATHERINE jane JOHNSON[out of character]
Name;; Dylan
Age;; 17
Activity;; Heavy
Other;; [this is a seasonal affair]
Nickname;; Her real name is Katherine, but that seems so formal to her. Therefore, she is called Katie by almost everyone she knows.
Gender;; Female
Orientation;; Heterosexual
Age;; 32
Birthdate;; November 26
Occupation;; Katie sells the curious objects that are; umbrella hats. [watch those jaws drop]
Eye Colour;; Blue
Hair Colour;; Blonde
Height;; 5'6
Weight;; 128lbs
Body Type;; Petite
Tattoos or Piercings;; Only her ears.
Scars;; She used to have many more. The only noticable one is on her back, from the time that he used a blunt object in his beatings. She can't even remember what it was, all she can feel is the six inch piece of marred skin on the left side of her back.
Most Notable Feature;; Her eyes. Every time she smiles, they seem to light up as if someone is turning on the lightbulb. Even in one of her furious rages, she still has it all in the eyes. They are the center of her soul.
Appearance;; Blonde haired with shining cerulean eyes, Katie has a certain look of innocence to her. Her eyes are a light shade of sky blue, which shine brightly in the sunshine, and glow in the shadow of her smile. Her smile is probably the best feature on her happy face. It lights up whichever room she enters, immediately basking that place in a glaze of warmth. Her smile is never fake, and people will know how Katie feels judging by the look upon her cream colored face. Katie was never one for fake beauty, and her skin has a dewy quality to it. She dosn't care much for makeup, preferring a creamy blush and some mascara at most. Youth agrees with the woman, but Katie will be the type to let herself age gracefully.
She is petite, standing short at only 5’5. It is hard to walk around the town and look like she does, when she is surrounded by girls that have legs to their necks and the body of a model. Yet she get’s by. Katie is extremely comfortable with her body structure, and although she is short she is no way soft. She has curves, yet they are subtle and they are something that she is rather proud of. Her mother was also much shorter, but with their adorable faces, it more than makes up for it. Katie much prefers the view of the world from where she stands and has accepted that she will never be sexy or sensual.
For so long, Katie has spent hours wearing her jeans and tee shirt. Always slightly frazzled, her clothes never seem to keep a pressed look. During weekends and date nights, which were few and far between, Katie moved into her own style. She can be found wearing light cotton dresses in the summer, that flow around her legs and keep her comfortable. But when she is working, she prefers jeans and a teeshirt, something light to wear under her jackets. If she is dressing up, perchance, you might see her wearing a form flattering dress and a pair of heels. This is very rare however, as she hates her feet to be uncomfortable. Worn out flats are her favorite, as it gives her plenty of leeway to roam wherever she pleases.
Lastly comes her hair. For the longest time, Katie just let her hair do whatever it pleased. Occasionally she would tie it back in a loose ponytail, but now that she is with someone, she spends a little more time with it. Golden blonde and very curly, it falls just last her shoulderblades. She usually parts it down the center and lets the curls manage themselves, but sometimes she will use a straightener to straighten out the kinks. Katied loves her hair more than anything else on her body. Why, you ask? Because it's messy but cute, just like her. [birds in my ears and a devil on my shoulder]
Loves;; her son
friends
jack
umbrella hats
the lake
sunshine
snow
weather in general
rosy cheeks
smiles
lillies
dresses
sweaters
Hates;; her anger
moodswings
bruises
cuts
broken bones
cleaning
sore feet
age
fear
spiders
snakes
reptiles of any kind
snowballs
Fears;; getting back with her ex husband
that she wasn't a good mother
getting old
spiders
Habits;; Apart from being the most jumpy woman on the face of the planet. Yes, she literally jumps from emotion to emotion. She is very scared of spiders. If one of the little creatures enters her house, she has to find someone to remove it straight away. She can't have them taking over
Personality;; Katie has a very hard personality to pin down, mostly because she was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder when she was very young. For the most part, she is a charming young woman. Her smile is enough to send anyone to a happier place, and even with a job selling umbrella hats, she always manages to see the positive side in life. If it's raining, she says its a gift for the plants, and if it's blazing hot, she muses that the plants are getting life from it's rays.
Of course, that is when she is in a good mood...
There is another side of Katherine Johnson that few people have seen, but those who have can't bear. When her disorder kicks in, she can become very moody. Her smile fades and the light in her eyes dims, and all the woman can manage to do is sit on the couch and cry. This happened a lot when she was pregnant. The thought of carrying a child within her at such a young age made her depressed beyond belief. For a straight month, all she could do was sob. Katie refused to take her medication, only heightening the situation. Then, there is the rage. With her emotions out of whack, she can often find herself getting extremely angry at the littlest things. A sock laying on her clean floor can cause her to throw a vase at the wall. The anger only manifests itself every now and again, and Katie hates herself for days afterwords.
When Katie Johnson walks by, people tend to laugh. For she is notorious for her personality. It used to bother her that people thought she was crazy, but now she laughs it off and usually does a dance. Katie could care less what people think about her nowadays. Perhaps it came with growing up. So she is a spaz? Things could be a lot worse, couldn't they? And if she was really that crazy, she wouldn't be able to take care of her beautiful son; part of the reason that she dosn't just down a bottle of pills.
For motherhood is the most important thing in Katie Johnsons life. Her son means the world to her. Even though he came at the wrong time in her life and was the cause of many of her beatings, without him, she would be incomplete. When he was young, Katie used to take him to the park to escape the house, and the only thing she lived for was wet kisses on her cheeks. Now that he is all grown up, she faces the anxiety of loosing him, just like other mothers. She sees him walking around with girls his own age, and it stirs feelings of not being good enough. She hates that he is growing up. What she would give to have him be five once more.
FOUR MOST IMPORTANT TRAITS SPAZZY. MOTHERLY. BRIGHT. UNIQUE.[an old man gave me a tip]
Family;; Jarius Johnson, Steven Johnson
Love Interests;; Jack Frost, Jarius Johnson
Other Involved Characters;; Steven Johnson, Jack Frost, Atticus Whitlow, Leah Bones, Kendra Furrows, Robyn [Pratt] Whitlow.
History;; Life for Katie Johnson was never easy. Too say the least. Growing up, she always knew that she was different. Her mother used to tell her it was because she was God's special gift. Her father used to tell her it was because she was crazy. But even at school, the teachers were always wary of her, stepping around her like she was a piece of glass that would break if touched in the wrong place.
It was at sixteen when she felt the fullness of her bi-polar disorder. Her hormones were already raging enough, and when she found herself alone with Jarius Johnson, she just couldn't control herself. It started off as an argument. The two had been seeing each other, and Katie wasn't happy about the eyes he was making at some tramp in a short skirt. She hit him, and he hit her right back. Then a few moments later they were doing the deed on his clearly unwashed sheets. It was around two months later when the sickness came, and by the time she realized she was pregnant, she was four months along.
Katie marched on over to Jarius's doorstep waving the pregnancy test in his face. How was she supposed to this? She was only sixteen. He did the right thing, and the two were married in a small civil ceremony at the local parish. The two moved into his small apartment later in the year. And on a dewy September morning, she gave birth to a bouncing baby boy. They named him Steven, and Katie didn't think her heart could love any more.
Five years passed, and Katie finally realized what kind of trouble she was in. Jarius had never really taken to her or the boy. Katie would be feeding him in the kitchen, his cries filing the tiny space, and two hours later Jarius would stumble in, drunk as could be. This continued, and Katie usually locked Steven inside his room while she took the brunt of Jarius' anger. This usually resulted in bruises, and when little Steve would ask what had happened, she would always explain that Daddy was just having a hard time. She blamed herself. If it weren't for her moodswings, he might not be so angry towards her.
It was a horrible night when the accident happened. It wasn't really an accident at all, but thats how she likes to think of it. Jarius was drunk again, but instead of throwing his punches at her, he headed towards eight year old Steven's room. Dragging the groggy child by the collar of his shirt, he threw him into the garden shed and doused them with gasoline. Katie could hear the screams from her room, and matched them when she saw the shed alight.
She recused the child and fled to the hosptial. Jarius was given a restraining order and jail time. This was the hardest period for the bubbly young woman. Her child lay helpless in a hospital bed, scars lining his small frame. Skin grafts were administered, and although they helped, she could tell her son hated what had happened to him. It was at the same hospital where she met Jack Frost, the man that would pretty much save her life. They got to talking, and he convinced her to move in next door.
So that is how she came to live in St. Peters. And although she lives next door to Jack, that dosn't mean she isn't at his house every day. She thinks it might be love, but with word that Jarius is back from the Navy and wanting to see her, everyday her heart remains in limbo. And her disorder rears is ugly head. [selfish as selfish comes]
Secret Phrase;; sinking ships
Member Title;; L O O N Ybin
Sample RP;;
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Gwen's head was burning. Not because she was sick. Not because she had a fever. But because she had bleached her hair. Of course she had gotten permission from her counselor, who had helped her with the task. She was sure that normally this wouldn't happen. But Gwen had had a reason.
Pictures. They were the reason for this drastic change in appearance. She had spent most of her first day unpacking her things. It was then that she had stumbled upon them. Hundreds of pictures that she kept bound away had come falling out of the crimson colored album she kept wrapped up in her sheets. Suddenly her whole life was spread out on the floor of the dorm.
There were the standard baby pictures, and the one picture that she had of her mother. Her mother had a been a beauty. With her long scarlet hair, and her scintilating blue eyes, she was gorgeous. In the picture, she had to have been at least seven month pregnant. Wearing a simple black dress, and heels she was leaning against an old brick wall, a cigarette dangling haphazardly from her long fingers. Who would have thought that the red head with the piercing eyes would abandon her child only two months later.
Then there were pictures from the orphanage. Her in her standard white tee shirt and jeans, her hair long and tangled. She had inherited her mothers good looks, but the light wasn't on in her own eyes. Next were the pictures she hated the most. Gwen dolled up in far too much makeup for a fifteen year old. Some of them were shots that the men had taken on her with the camera that she kept tucked in her bag. In some she was sporting bruises from previous nights work, in most she was smoking a cigarette and gazing out a window.
Then came the pictures of her new family. The Johnsons. The family that could do no wrong. They had adopted her after only one year of living with her. They had given her their name, and bought her new clothes for her second year at the school. They told her she was beautiful, and that God must have sent her as a gift to them. Even though they had missed out on the whole baby part, they still loved her. It was new to her. Real love that didn't dissapear after one night and a few glasses of wine. And they were blonde. They were the typical picture of an American family. Expect for Gwen. She didn't fit in.
So that was what made her dye her hair. It curled around her shoulders, soft from all the brushing that she had done earlier. She could see a lock from the corner of her eye. The red was stripped away, and what was left was pure. This meant that she could hide. She was no longer Gwen the wh*re. No longer Gwen, the girl who had killed her unborn child. She was Gwen, the girl on the road to recovery.
Then how come she didn't feel any different, laying there on that old picnic bench, the world still moving around her? |
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ACCEPTED.
Nice Katie. <3.
Can't wait to plot. =]
I be peter.