[Name:] Emilia Chyenne Krosse
[Nicknames:] Cheyne
[Age:] 17
[Gender:] Female
[Species:] Human-- Sleeper
[Description:] Cheyne likes to think she looks better than she actually does. She is a pretty girl, really, but all the hair dye and make-up really just sort of kills it.
Naturally, her hair is a very normal shade of light brown, but very few people actually get to see that color because she's aways dying it pink. Or green. Even yellow.
[Personality:] Cheyne isn't a bitch, but, then, she's not the nicest person ever. For the most part, she keeps to herself and just screw the rest of the world.
She doesn't have the greatest relationship with her family members except her brother, Vegas. Long, long ago, about the time he was six, Cheyne decided he was the only tolerable member of the family. He didn't force them all around the world on whims, didn't boss her around, and wasn't a jerk or loser.
But anyway. On a good day, Cheyne is totally fun to be around. She's always doing stupid things, and, nine times out of ten, getting in trouble for it. And she's got this car. It started off as a white piece of crap hippie van, but now it's two shades of purple and got fixed up. So yeah. Chyene's always in that van, driving around just to show it off.
On a bad day, it's best to avoid Cheyne. Otherwise you'd probably get a chair to the head. Or something. But yeah. She is so whiny and argumentative it really is a good idea to just stay away. Cheyne knows this, also, so she spends most of her "bad days" hiding out listening to Escape the Fate or driving around listening to Escape the Fate. Yeah. Emo to the max band.
[Occupation:] Pool lifeguard during the summer, Hot Topic clerk during the rest of the year.
[Extra:]
x enjoys the taste of blood (she says it's because she likes the taste of metal)
x always bored
x loves to take pictures, but she's no good at it
x collects razor blades
[Parents:]
Mary Ellen Krosse-- Mother, 43
David Krosse-- Father, 45
[Siblings:]
Vegas Krosse-- brother, 16
Raine Krosse-- sister, 20
[Other Members:]
Gram Gram (Meers)-- grandmother, 65
[History:]Mary Ellen and David's second child was born May nineteenth in 1990, somewhere in London, England. Yes, another cliche English kid. But the Krosse family moved before any of their kids could get an accent. They moved around a lot.
Anyway. At the time, the couple already had another child, three-year-old Cassandra Raine. And she was completely pissed. She wanted a little brother, not another girl to steal all the attention. Which is what any baby would do. But, being three, Raine didn't exactly think it through. But Raine disliked Cheyne from the beginning. Especially since their names rhymed.
A year later, another child was born. Bronte Vegas Krosse. A boy. At least Raine was happy. But then she wasn't.
But they moved from England to Japan shortly after that. Not a single member of the Krosse family knew why they chose Japan, except that David could speak some Japanese. They stayed there maybe a month, though; Mary Ellen got mad because she couldn't speak the language. So they found themselves in the United States, Tennessee, to be exact. Which was pretty much hell for them because they chose the most random, redneck corner ever. And yet they stayed there for five years.
Finally, they had enough redneckery and dissapeared again, this time to Germany. Another huge why. So a year there and it was off it China, then Italy, then England again. Maryland, New York, New Jersey, Florida, Canada, Mexico.
By this time, Cheyne was fifteen, Raine was eightteen, Vegas was fourteen. Mary Ellen's father just died, so they took in her mother, Gram Gram. Or Susan Meers. She decided to take over the family because Mary Ellen wasn't doing a "good enough job". Tried to turn the two goths and the hair-dye fanatic stop being themselves for a while, until the kids learned to not listen to her. Another thing she did was force them to stay in one place. This place happened to be Santa Cruz, California. Which is where they've been since then.
((Will finish later.))