Post by Kyra Valentine on Feb 28, 2007 17:37:29 GMT
The Evil Master-Mind
We Shout out: Cassie
You Live: England
You have walked the earth: 14 years on the 10th!
We Can Moan at you:PM
Your other Character's: None as of yet.
The Puppet On it's last string
Full Name: Kyra Rose Valentine
Age/Grade 17/Junior
Birthdate: 13th May
Gender: Female
Birth Country: USA
Appearance:
Kyra has straight hair of a pale blonde hue. It falls over her shoulders, the tips ending in rather ragged spikes that suit the style of Kyra Rose Valentine. The bottom underlay of her pale tresses is a slightly darker shade, another factor that makes her identity her own. Kyra has large eyes that seem to peer into your very soul, or maybe they let you peer in to hers. The tint of her optics is green flecked with amber, softening the intense stare she often lays upon others. Kyra has creamy pale skin, which is perfectly clear apart from a small beauty mark on the right side of her lip. She has a heart faced shape which is framed by the fall of her tresses, and a few stray locks often brush across her cheeks. Kyra has straight white teeth, a factor that was down to dental work in her earlier years.
Kate has a slender build, standing at five foot and four inches with a slim frame. The curves in Kate’s figure are small but still noticeable to onlookers and she has delicate hands and feet to match her delicate form. Kyra has air of broken beauty about her person, which can attract or repel others. Kyra’s clothing style varies, though she does have a love for torn jeans. She isn’t a huge fan of revealing clothes and her personal style is reasonably modest, but not in the nunish way. She just doesn’t expose every available inch of skin. Kyra’s isn’t exactly concerned about how others see her and doesn’t obsess over the newest fashions and trends.
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Personality:
Kyra is broken beyond repair. She's haunted by memories and is being killed by the only relief from her pain. She's a very quiet teen, and doesn't really socialize with her peers. Crowds have become daunting and she shies away from the touch of others. Kyra keeps emotions bottled up, hiding away all her pain and fear until one day it just explodes. Years of rage can be unleashed from the slender teen in the space of an hour, and she'll scream and storm before suddenly becoming the shy girl once more.
Unlike a lot of people at Letterage, Kyra knows she should be here. She doesn't like it at the school but she knows she has problems. She just doesn't like talking about it. The moment you try and get close to her, she freezes up and shuts you out. Maybe it's the reason she's so alone...
Goals & Fears:
Goals:
[To Go Home]
[To Forget]
[To Be Loved]
Fears:
[Being Attacked]
[Large Crowds]
[To Always Be The Outcast]
History:
Kyra was born into money and was expected to be the baby princess her father had always wanted. And for the first few years of her life she was. Louise dressed her daughter in frilly pink dresses and brought her Barbie’s. Kyra was raised by a French Nanny called Sylvie and saw more of the woman than she did her actual parents. Her father worked long hours and didn’t return until late at night, and Louise was far to busy at the spa and shops to care for her daughter.
Life was still pretty much the same when Katrina was born, the two girls were dumped upon Sylvie while Louise went to get her figure back at the gym. The sister’s grew close, though Katrina was always the spoilt one. A lot of people say that’s the reason Kyra changed for the worse, but that’s not the complete reason. Contrary to popular belief, Kyra didn’t start drinking for attention, she started drinking because it seemed the best way to dull the pain.
She was never popular at school so when the guy everyone was dribbling over asked Kyra out, she jumped at the chance. Suddenly she was brought into the world of bright lights and laughter, and she became intoxicated by it. She held on tightly, never wanting it to end. She never wanted to go back to the corner and watch the spotlight fall on everyone else.
Kyra didn't realize it, but she was just a pawn in the game. A little blonde doll to manipulate for pleasure. The boy she thought was her savior was nothing of the sort. It stated out as peer pressure, drink this, and smoke that. However, things started to get nasty, and Kyra got scared. She wanted out. But that wasn't going to happen. What was pressure turned to threats and blackmail. If she didn't do what they wanted, Katrina was going to get hurt.
Kyra couldn't risk her younger sister getting hurt. Katrina was too innocent, she didn't deserve any pain. So she did as she was asked for the most part. However, when she was being turned into a whore for the locals, Kyra couldn't take it anymore, she snapped. She screamed, and she yelled and she ran. She ran right onto the roof and got herself cornered. As the guy tried to force himself upon her, Kyra struggled and fought back. She pushed him away, but pushed him too hard and he stumbled backwards and fell.
Kyra couldn't tell anyone, so she took a bottle of wine and drowned her sorrows. But one wasn't enough, and neither were two. She needed the alcohol to fuel her, to keep her going. Everyone else could see it was destroying her, but not Kyra. It had become her savior and she depended on it, nothing else was important...
Parent's: Louise and Daniel Valentine.
Sibling's: Katrina Valentine.
The Final Legg:
Sample Post:
It was Sunday Morning. Therefore, most people were still dead to the world as they recovered from the hangovers that were likely to haunt them at these dawn hours. Of course not everyone would be hung over, but a lot of people are normally unconscious in mornings anyway. Of course, there in exception for everything and every case, because no matter how hard you try you cannot group people into a group of actions so let us just say that it was highly likely that the majority were still asleep. However, one of aforementioned exceptions to this rule was Sasha Marie Danforth. Yes, the slender teen was out and about, but much more startling, she was alert and awake. However, that early morning perkiness was mostly down to the fact she had already drank several mugs of coffee in the time of cracking open her eyelids to glare sleepily at the world till she arrived at her current location.
Central Park.
Sasha was currently milling with the morning elite, those who rose with the sun in order to throw on some sweat pants and complete laps around the vast expanse of the park, whilst bobbing their head to music being played into their heads by i-pods. Miss Danforth watched a woman jog past, tight ponytail bouncing with every step. It amazed the seventeen year old how these people could do such a thing. Then again, she was sat alone in the park, which wouldn’t exactly do wonders for her social status… Shrugging her left shoulder, Sasha brought the paper cup of coffee to her lips and let the caffeine filled liquid slide down her throat, the warmth travelling through her body. It wasn’t really cold, but it wasn’t warm either. Cool was the word Sasha would use to describe the temperature, and the word did the weather justice. Autumn had taken a-hold of New York, and crisp red leaves littered the lush green of the park lawns. Orange leaves floated on the glassy surface of the lake, pushed aside by the process of oars. Children giggled as they threw themselves into carefully heaped piles and the leaves crunched underfoot. The trees stood as dark silhouettes against the pale grey sky, some stark and bare and some still burdened by the weight of foliage.
In the midst of the fiery leaved glory, Sasha sat, her dark locks in stark contrast to the red’s and gold’s. She basked in the fact she stood out from the background and wouldn’t be taken in as part of the scenery. Honey eyes scanned the faces of all those nearby, seeking a familiar face, or a good looking guy. Although Miss Danforth had risen at the obscene hour of 6:00am in order to get down to the park and clear her head of its jumbled clamour, her thoughts had all been mulled over and were filled away neatly and she was bored. Bored and lonely. Yet she still couldn’t bring herself to leave the quiet haven Central Park morphed into at this time of the day…
The Rule's Word: Accepted Luff <3 Nice app and happy birthday soon