Post by Catherine Moon on Oct 2, 2006 18:37:45 GMT
::Character Statistics::
Name: Catherine "cat" Moon
Age: 15
Year: Sophmore
::Character Appearance::
Description:
Hair- Long, black
Eyes- light blue
Height- 5 foot 6 inches
Weight- average
Clothing Style- Black, simple
Overall- Her hair is long and black. Her skin is pale, and her eyes are a light blue. She stands at a fairly tall height and is an average weight. Her style is slightly goth, with plenty of black and such. She could be called pretty, but she doesn't consider herself to be so. She doesn't take a lot of time on her appearance.
Picture:
::Family::
Parents: Gema Moon, Charlie Moon
Siblings: Heather Moon
Pets: black cat
Financial Status: poor
::Character Personality::
Overview:
Cat is mysterious. She has a secret, that is something you know from the start. She is open with nobody, hiding within herself, refusing to let anyone see her for fear that they will find her out, figure out what her secret is. She is quiet, but opinionated. She is smart, and can often be found reading. She plays only one sport, soccer, something which she has played since she was very little. She has some talent for that, surprisingly. She is calm most of her time, but her temper can and will come, strong and furious.
History:
October 13, a Friday that year. Cat was born on Friday the 13th, something her parents took as a bad sign from the start. She was a troubled kid, nothing like her perfect older sister, Heather, though they were pretty close. No, she was the rebel, the middle child. Cat was different, and she liked it.
By age five she could read fluently, something that she enjoyed doing greatly, escaping inside books. She went to school and got good grades, but it was difficult to say if she ever made any real friends at all. She found herself getting odd prementions often, something that always seemed to come true.
When Cat was thirteen the fire happened. The fire occurred on Friday. Her parents had been sleeping, Ca5and Heather were up late, as they usually were during their school breaks. They smelt something burning, Cat seemed to notice it first. "Ther," she said, using her sister's nickname. "The house is on fire."
"What are you-" but as Heather smelt the air, her face grew pale. "Out....we have to get out.....go run!" The gas tank in the basement. Her father's cigarette. He had no doubt dropped it in the trash bin still lit, as he had a habit of doing, and had missed. The gas tank had a leak. A small one, but one none the less. The house was going to explode. They had to get far away....now. Grabbing onto Cat's immobilized arm, Heather dragged her out of the house, where Cat finally realized what was happening.
She broke into a hard sprint, harder than she had ever remembered having run before, soaring past Heather, diving behind the tree at the end of the block. Only then did she dare to look back. "CAT! Help! I can't make it Cat.....Im gonna die." Heather was screaming hysterically. Cat jumped out from behind the large oak and fastened her arms around her sisters waist, diving head first behind the tree just in time.
BOOM.
The explosion shook the trees, shook the surrounding houses. Before the girls knew it, their home was nothing more than a pile of rubble. Catvaguely remembered collapsing with her sister still in her arms, everything going black....
They awoke in the stale white beds, in the local hospital. Their parents were dead, that's what they were told. Of course.....they expected the girls to be freaked. But Cat wasn't just freaked because her parents were dead. She had been dreading Friday coming all week.
Likes: Moon, darkness.
Dislikes: FIRE
::Sample Roleplay::
Another day, another memory. Another moment for her to feel weird......odd.......different. As if she would ever fit in. People like her weren't supposed to fit in anyways. She had never fit in, she knew she never would. People took one look at her, her odd clothing, her pale skin, her bright blue eyes that seemed to peer straight into your soul......and they just got creeped out, for some reason, not known to her.
But you know what? She didn't care, she could pretend she didn't, and that was good enough for her. She walked into the school, looking around. The freshman were tinier this year, either that, or she was finally getting taller, now that was a plus for sure. She walked through the now familiar halls, remembering how lost she had felt when she had first came out here last year. But it was all different now.
[/color]Name: Catherine "cat" Moon
Age: 15
Year: Sophmore
::Character Appearance::
Description:
Hair- Long, black
Eyes- light blue
Height- 5 foot 6 inches
Weight- average
Clothing Style- Black, simple
Overall- Her hair is long and black. Her skin is pale, and her eyes are a light blue. She stands at a fairly tall height and is an average weight. Her style is slightly goth, with plenty of black and such. She could be called pretty, but she doesn't consider herself to be so. She doesn't take a lot of time on her appearance.
Picture:
::Family::
Parents: Gema Moon, Charlie Moon
Siblings: Heather Moon
Pets: black cat
Financial Status: poor
::Character Personality::
Overview:
Cat is mysterious. She has a secret, that is something you know from the start. She is open with nobody, hiding within herself, refusing to let anyone see her for fear that they will find her out, figure out what her secret is. She is quiet, but opinionated. She is smart, and can often be found reading. She plays only one sport, soccer, something which she has played since she was very little. She has some talent for that, surprisingly. She is calm most of her time, but her temper can and will come, strong and furious.
History:
October 13, a Friday that year. Cat was born on Friday the 13th, something her parents took as a bad sign from the start. She was a troubled kid, nothing like her perfect older sister, Heather, though they were pretty close. No, she was the rebel, the middle child. Cat was different, and she liked it.
By age five she could read fluently, something that she enjoyed doing greatly, escaping inside books. She went to school and got good grades, but it was difficult to say if she ever made any real friends at all. She found herself getting odd prementions often, something that always seemed to come true.
When Cat was thirteen the fire happened. The fire occurred on Friday. Her parents had been sleeping, Ca5and Heather were up late, as they usually were during their school breaks. They smelt something burning, Cat seemed to notice it first. "Ther," she said, using her sister's nickname. "The house is on fire."
"What are you-" but as Heather smelt the air, her face grew pale. "Out....we have to get out.....go run!" The gas tank in the basement. Her father's cigarette. He had no doubt dropped it in the trash bin still lit, as he had a habit of doing, and had missed. The gas tank had a leak. A small one, but one none the less. The house was going to explode. They had to get far away....now. Grabbing onto Cat's immobilized arm, Heather dragged her out of the house, where Cat finally realized what was happening.
She broke into a hard sprint, harder than she had ever remembered having run before, soaring past Heather, diving behind the tree at the end of the block. Only then did she dare to look back. "CAT! Help! I can't make it Cat.....Im gonna die." Heather was screaming hysterically. Cat jumped out from behind the large oak and fastened her arms around her sisters waist, diving head first behind the tree just in time.
BOOM.
The explosion shook the trees, shook the surrounding houses. Before the girls knew it, their home was nothing more than a pile of rubble. Catvaguely remembered collapsing with her sister still in her arms, everything going black....
They awoke in the stale white beds, in the local hospital. Their parents were dead, that's what they were told. Of course.....they expected the girls to be freaked. But Cat wasn't just freaked because her parents were dead. She had been dreading Friday coming all week.
Likes: Moon, darkness.
Dislikes: FIRE
::Sample Roleplay::
Another day, another memory. Another moment for her to feel weird......odd.......different. As if she would ever fit in. People like her weren't supposed to fit in anyways. She had never fit in, she knew she never would. People took one look at her, her odd clothing, her pale skin, her bright blue eyes that seemed to peer straight into your soul......and they just got creeped out, for some reason, not known to her.
But you know what? She didn't care, she could pretend she didn't, and that was good enough for her. She walked into the school, looking around. The freshman were tinier this year, either that, or she was finally getting taller, now that was a plus for sure. She walked through the now familiar halls, remembering how lost she had felt when she had first came out here last year. But it was all different now.
