Post by kaliana brooke sheppard on Jul 7, 2009 22:41:53 GMT -5
( * AND SHE SMILES AND MAKES BELIEVE )
Kali said she'd never leave
Kali said she'd never leave
( * THE STAGE IS SET AND THERE IS NO TURNING BACK NOW )
the puppet master .
the puppet master .
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( * AND I CAN PROMISE YOU I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET )
the character basics .
[/font]the character basics .
A lot of people like googling their names and figuring out what they mean, but in all honesty I don't really care too much. A name is just a name, sure it defines me, but if Kaliana means giant sea ogre or something, I just don't wanna know. My parents picked out my name, my mom had a best friend named Kaliana when she was little, and Brooke was my great grandmother's name. Kaliana Brooke Sheppard, a bit of a mouthful, but I like it, and I think that's all that really matters.
--- * NICKNAMES :
Kali's the most common, you know, like how everyone who doesn't live outside of California calls it Cali, when actual Californians would try kicking your ass for it? Other than that, I don't have many other nicknames, Sheppard and Shep used affectionately at times I guess... Kal when I'm trying to piss off Kaleigh, but that's all I can think of right now.
--- * AGE :
Sweet nineteen, thanks.
--- * DATE OF BIRTH :
April 24th.
--- * GENDER :
All female, I'll have you know.
--- * SEXUALITY :
Uh, yeah, 100% straight. No offense, but Katy Perry can shove it, I can kiss a guy and like it, too.
--- * SPECIES :
Half breed.
--- * CANON / ORIGINAL ?
Original!
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( * MIRROR, MIRROR, ON THE WALL THIS IS HOW A HERO FALLS )
appearances are everything and nothing .
[/font]appearances are everything and nothing .
Rachel Bilson.
--- * BODY TYPE :
I really dislike the word "skinny", so let's use the term petite instead, okay? I quit soccer when I was in my senior year, so my muscle tone isn't all that obvious, but it's there and that's what counts anyway. I guess I don't try to keep super in shape all the time, but that doesn't mean I don't watch what I eat and go out for a run every once in a while, either (even if I don't necessarily need to: fast metabolism and whatnot). Growing up I've always been on the more runt side of the litter (litter, get it? ... Yeah, I know, lame) much to the teasing of my peers. As soon as we hit adolescence, though, all the girls that made fun of my stature and size began to idolize me for my naturally small frame. Irony bites you in the ass later on, kids, that's the lesson here.
--- * HEIGHT & WEIGHT :
5'5", 100 llbs.
--- * HAIR :
My hair does it's own thing, and is actually pretty low maintenance so it's great to wake up in the morning and just have to brush it, and not straighten/curl/spray/texturize it like a million other girls have to do with their hair. It's brown in color and lightens up a bit in some parts, natural highlights or something; I've had them since I was a kid, go figure. I was never really one to straighten or curl it with an ironer, I mean do you know what that shit does to your hair? I let it be healthy and do whatever it wants, and so far it manages to look pretty good doing just that.
--- * EYES :
Brown, brown, brown, same color as the hairdo - must I go into further detail? Well, for one, I'm glad I'm part werewolf, because before I phased my vision was shit and now I can see crystal clear, so you know, go me.
--- * UNIQUE FEATURES :
So I have a mild dusting of freckles on my face - more than my brother, who barely has any and yet bitches about girls calling it a cute feature for a guy to have anyway. My point is, I'm pretty self-conscious about them, which is stupid cause I'm really not self-conscious at all overall, but there you go. I have enough that it's impossible for people not to notice them, but less than what would be considered a tragedy to my facial features. Whatever.
--- * SHORT OVERALL :
What am I supposed to say? I'm not a fashion guru or anything, in fact surprisingly for a girl I always sort of mocked those Seventeen magazines that would tell me what to do or how to dress - seriously, fuck you, I make my own style. I never eyed my classmates' clothing to scrutinize or appraise but that's really just not my thing, someone's style is like art, in a way, and who am I to judge art? Maybe I'm thinking too much about it, but you asked, so whatever. I have my ears pierced but I don't really wear earrings unless it's a formal occasion, they kind of feel like dead weight on my earlobes and I don't know about you, but that gets mad uncomfortable in a short time.
--- * FEELINGS ON APPEARANCE :
I'm small in stature and size and I'd probably give my left leg (though not... really...) to be a few inches taller, even though it's not gonna happen anytime soon. I like to think what I lack in height I make up for in personality, so that's always a plus. I don't have too much to complain about but I have nothing to praise endlessly either - I mean, I'm not that self-absorbed contrary to popular belief.
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( * I LAUGHED WHEN YOU SAID THAT WORDS ARE ONLY WORDS )
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Cooking. This is more of a secret love of mine, only my family and really close friends know that I adore all things culinary. I just think it's amazing to mix ingredients together and come out with something entirely different, something you can share with other people and it being something that everyone can enjoy, because who doesn't enjoy good food? I'm actually pretty good at it, not to brag, but really, I don't think my friends and family would suffer through my food for years if it wasn't good. I don't know, it's kind of embarrassing, sorta - but I love it and I always have, so there you go.
Nature. Contrary to popular belief, I won't scream if a bug lands on my hair, (well, okay, that depends - how many legs does it have?) to be honest I really like going outside for walks in the wilderness, more than you'd first think, anyway. I'm very pro-earth because of this, I recycle and whatnot, try buying mostly organic products, and I don't wear fur or leather. I'm not a vegetarian by any means, (I'm not sure you can be and still be part werewolf...) but I do what I can for Mother Earth, you get me?
Shopping. Uh, yes please? I'm a girl, okay, shut up and sue me if you've got a problem. I'm the kind of person that can stay for hours inside a mall without a movie or an arcade and still be entertained through speeding through a dozen different stores. Or taking my time in each one and deciding which color blouse looks best. All my past boyfriends have hated it, but it's not as if I made them carry too much, anyway. Wimps.
Dogs. I swear to God, I would have studied to be a veterinarian by now if I wasn't so grossed out by ticks and fleas and other infestations (could you tell I don't like things with more than four legs?) those poor, sweet animals are capable of catching. I kinda suck with kids, so I used to earn money by being a dogsitter, and that worked out pretty great for awhile. Casey didn't appreciate it too often some of them chewed up his plaid shirts - but I made it up to him in other fashionable pursuits.
Talking. If you couldn't guess by now, I do it a lot. I was always being told to shut my mouth in high school, but come to think of it, that's kind of how it's been in elementary and junior high, too. Hmm. Anyway, good conversation is a must, and I don't really feel silence all that much, so I'm usually finding something to talk about. Unless I'm thinking hard, or I'm doing something, or I'm just dead tired.
Soccer. What I lack in lack of stature and strength, I make up for in speediness, and with that I'm an admirable right midfielder, I'll have you know. I'm pretty decent at it, and I made the Forks team all four years of high school. That was one of the reasons I went to Forks High instead, you know, weird considering I lived on the rez and all; Kaleigh and I, on a team together? Not happening.
Attention. Alright, alright, okay? I like eyes on me, I like being noticed, I like being known in a good way. I won't deny it. It's just, my parents were always so focused on Casey, and when you're a kid you just want to be looked at, so I learned how to make other people notice me instead. That was never really something I learned to give up, and while I've never gotten to desperate measures to get it, it does frustrate me when I don't.
Honesty. I've been through school long enough to know that people are natural-born liars, and the few people in your life that you know would never, ever lie to you? Those are the ones worth keeping around. Too many people feel like covering the truth is necessary these days, and I won't be a hypocrite, I do it too - but there are times that it matters and lying won't help anything.
Coming of age novels. I wouldn't call myself an avid reader, but that particular genre kind of draws me in. The whole adolescence experience changes a person so fast, so quickly in a short amount of time - it's both surreal and oddly reminiscing in comparison to my own experience. Maybe I'm just nostalgic, considering I hit the big two-oh next spring. Yay adulthood... or at least hopefully not being mistaken for sixteen again.
Dancing. I took ballet and traditional ballroom dance classes until I was about nine or so, and it's left me with a fondness for the classical, old-fashioned types of dancing. I mean, sure I can go out to a party and and just go out with any guy on the floor and have him all over me - it doesn't take half a brain cell to do that - but I can't help but be appreciative to anyone else that bothered to learn an actual dance.
Quirkiness. Is it bad to say I found the majority of my boyfriends, well, boring? I mean, I really don't think I'm all that exciting all the time, either, but there's only so many times a guy can take me out to the same overpriced action movie with too many explosions while he tries to cop a feel under my skirt. It's just that I want... I don't know, to be surprised. Be a little weird, or out there. Be different, I guess is what I'm saying.
Different interests. Yeah, I know, most people say they want similar interests and all that good stuff. Well, I've got news to those people: I'm sorry, but if a guy is as into shopping as much as I am, I'm gonna start wondering if he's checking out the male cashier instead of me, you get what I'm saying here? I mean, I don't want an all out crazy nutcase, just someone that I can expand my usual activities with and could probably teach me a new thing or two.
Cuddling. I'm not a nympho, okay? I can jump onto a guy's bed with him and be content just being held, it's a very gratifying feeling I'll have you know. I think it's a valuable use of time, whether or not a prelude to doing anything. Unfortunately not many guys think the same, which leads me to either think I've been picking the wrong type for the past nineteen years or all guys are just douchebags to varying degrees. Maybe both.
Random acts of kindness. I don't necessarily require a boyfriend to show up at my doorstep with a dozen roses with some cliche greeting card impromptu speech, it's really the small things that get me to stick around. Whenever my dad had to get up super early to organize teams together and go to games, mom would always get up a half hour before him and make him coffee.. it was sweet. Things like that, it gets me.
--- * DISLIKES / TURN OFFS :
Greasy food. Maybe it's just because I cook, but I wholeheartedly believe that just because you ordered Chinese, there's no requirement to where an order of noodles has to be swimming in oil. I'm not a prude or anything - I'm all for the occasional take out and junk food splurges, I am - but there's just the point where if I can see my hamburger through the paper bag due to the amount of grease, I see a problem there. I don't get how people can notice that sort of thing and still eat an entree. I'd rather just go on an empty stomach.
Unnatural perfume/cologne. I don't have a problem with natural scents - vanilla, jasmine, berry, whatever - but when it's that musky smell? You know, the kind that's most popular, the ones that are everyone from dirt cheap to overpriced that come in a dozen labels, it's just gross and not at all appealing to my senses. I try not to hug people that I can tell have it sprayed on, it just bothers my nose; I don't mean to be mean, it's just I really don't like the smell at all.
Being ignored. One of my biggest pet peeves, if you purposely ignore me I will hold a grudge and possibly slap you.
Looking younger. Once I hit my thirties I'm sure I'll change my tune, but I can't help but be pissed off every time I get carded if God forbid I want to buy wine at the grocery store just because I look like I'm seventeen. And granted, I shouldn't be buying alcohol to begin with seeing as I'm not twenty one just yet, but it's for cooking so shove that where the sun don't shine, okay? It sucks, I can't even get into a club without people asking me if I even have my permit yet. Ugh.
Yogurt. It's made from bacteria, and there's absolutely nothing you can tell me that would make it okay in my book. It's gross and just... no. Frozen, plain, whatever, you can add as many fruits and artificial flavors you want to try and make it seem slightly more appealing than the gross factor, but that stuff is not going down my throat.
School. Weird, coming from me, right? Homecoming queen, soccer player, student council and all that. I just did it, really, to make the four years more bearable than anything else. I was liked, even if I didn't like school itself. The environment is pretty nasty, because if the right people don't like you, your whole high school career is pretty much fucked. You see why I chose the better option?
First impressions. Sort of another weird thing to dislike, but it's for a perfectly logical reason, I'll have you know. Good first impression, bad first impression, there's no depth beyond that; so you're stuck with that image of a person forever until you're proven different, that they either are the person you initially thought they were or your judgment is completely wrong. Okay, so it's sort of illogical, cause you need a first impression to get to know someone at all, but, well, I don't know.
Reality TV. Life is dramatic enough without having to watch a paralleled, prettier version of the own crap I have to go through, okay? I don't get the appeal, I never have. Especially when girls would be like,"Oh, this is just like in The Real World..." Are you kidding me? Really? I'd rather watch a game show, and that says a lot.
The legal system. Totally out there and relatively well, irrelevant to anything else I've mentioned so far, but our law system sucks. I understand it's impossible to have it perfect and we've moved well past how it used to be with 'guilty until proven innocent' instead of the 'innocent until proven guilty' quota now, but there's so much people can get away with now...
Hospitals. Just the memory and everything, I hardly go in for check ups unless I seriously feel like I'm dying. I pick up Casey's prescription at the pharmacy once a week and that's about it, other than that I'd rather steer clear of pristine white walls and scrubs that only too painfully remind me of my mom's passing.
Bad hygiene. It's just disgusting, okay? I've dated many a football player that thinks it's cute to sweep me up in a giant hug after winning a game, but when you're getting mud and sweat and who knows what else all over my new outfit - I'm pissed, understandably so. I'm all for celebration, but how bout you take a shower, first? Seriously, I don't know what it is about guys these days - it's not counted as being 'clean' if you change your boxers once a week and just douse yourself in cologne to mask the smell.
Pressure. If I'm going to do anything, it's going to be on my terms, I don't know how much I can stress that until it finally goes through a guy's thick skull. You're hot and bothered? Great, go the bathroom for ten minutes, wash your hands after you're done before you think of touching me. Just because you're whiny and needy doesn't mean I'm suddenly going to fall in lust, ugh. It's not even just pressure to have sex, even - I just hate it when anyone, especially a guy, thinks it's okay to push me into doing something I'm not sure about or don't want.
Flakes. Seriously, do I even have to explain myself? If you say you're going to be somewhere, be there. It's not rocket science, it's something legitimately any foolhardy boy should be able to comprehend. I don't tolerate it at all, I don't think it's cool, and I don't think it's awesome to call a rain check on a date six times just because your buddies invited you over for beer and a game. Ugh.
Insecurity. I do not need a guy who has more emotional problems than a knocked up chick, is that so hard to come to terms with? Yes, I'm going out. No, you can't come. No, that does not mean I'm going out for a secret rendezvous with my lover I never told you about. Christ.
--- * QUIRKS / HABITS :
Radio stations. I've kind of been known to, whenever driving, never settling on one station - I mean, I don't know if you've noticed, but no station plays variety, it's all focused on a particular genre and sub genres. So I fiddle with the radio. A lot. And by a lot I mean every other song. Bite me, okay? If I'm driving, I control the radio.
Utensils. I have to have all my cooking utensils picked out from their drawers or cupboards or whatever first, before I take out any ingredients. I don't know why, I just do - make sure they're clean and usable and whatnot. Even when I'm over cooking at a friend's house, it's just how it goes. I mean, how can you cook good food without good prep, right?
Cell phone alerts. I'm literally attached to my phone - there's no such thing as a calendar or a clock, everything's kept on my beauty and if there was the off chance I lost (not likely), then, well, I'd be lost and have no idea what I'd be doing for that month.
Astronomic endeavors. Okay, okay, I'm not a genius on stars or whatever, but I do keep track of whenever a comet is due to pass by or if a meteor shower will be showing on my side of the country anytime soon. I'll stay up and stare up at the sky the entire night sometimes; I don't know what my fascination is, but I have to, I've done it since childhood, no matter how early I'd have to be up the next morning.
Twirling hair. Supposedly it's like, a sign of flirting, but I assure you I'm the farthest thing from easy and it's just a habit I've picked up since I was little and never managed to shake off.
--- * STRENGTHS / WEAKNESSES :
5 + of each !
Culinary prowess.
Family oriented.
Dependable.
Jacen Black. Ugh, okay, so like, he's this complete nerd that goes to La Push which explains why I never saw him when I was in high school, because I went to Forks. But even then, it's not as if I should have even acknowledged his existence, I mean, come on, the boy probably still sleeps in Superman bedsheets or something. But, I don't know, it's kind of cute the way he rambles on about things no one cares about (at least, I don't
Over analyzing.
Self-conscious.
--- * SECRETS :
at least two . give reasons for them not sharing the secret .
--- * FEARS :
Spiders. It's called arachnophobia, look it up. I mean, really, how could you stand them in the first place? They've got like a million soulless, black beady eyes and fangs and eight legs and - shudders - I just really, really can't stand seeing one. I freak out. I've got a set of lungs on me, as some people have learned because of it.
Imprinting. It's not that I'm afraid of falling in love (God that's so cliche), I love love. What I don't love is the idea of being so completely, utterly, bound by that special someone, that if I lose them... I lose myself. I see how Dad is after Mom passed away, and he can't even bother raising his kids anymore, it's like we don't exist to him, and if we do we're just a reminder of who he lost. I can't even... it's just so scary, to think I might need someone that much.
4 + and give the reason , or probable reason .
--- * GREATEST GOAL/FAILURE :
list goal , then explain why it's their greatest goal .
for the failure , list it and tell how and why it went wrong .
--- * OTHER :
mmmm .
--- * OVERALL PERSONALITY :
Crap, what the hell? I said I liked attention, I never said I liked the spotlight where I'm supposed to talk about myself. Ughhh, this is awkward. Well, okay. - takes breath - I guess the first thing you could
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( * AND BEHIND THESE EYES ARE MY TRUTHS AND LIES )
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Danielle Adrianne Sheppard, 45, pharmacist, werewolf, deceased
Jared Carter Sheppard, 47, sports coach, human, alive
--- * SIBLINGS :
Casey James Sheppard, 16, student, human, alive
--- * OTHER SIGNIFICANT PEOPLE :
Kaleigh Nicole Black, 20, rival
Alyson Aleece Fisher, 16, figurative little sister
--- * LOVERS :
Plenty of ex boyfriends for a reason, I assure you.
--- * BEST MEMORY :
explain why it's their best memory
--- * WORST MEMORY :
My worst memory? That's easy. It was when we were in the hospital waiting room, when the doctors were working tirelessly over Mom and Dad had his head in his hands and Casey... Casey wasn't there at all. Two of the most important men in my life, both on each side of me, looking like their entire worlds were being changed in that moment. And then there was me. About to lose my mother. Losing my brother and my father in the process. And I couldn't do anything, couldn't change it for the better. I was weak. Useless.
--- * PETS :
name , age , species
--- * OVERALL HISTORY :
On the night of April 24th, nineteen years ago to be exact, I became firstborn child to my parents. There’s not much to say, really, about the early years – they doted on me as any good parents would do, and for the first three years I was more or less oblivious to my mom’s changing attitude toward me, as good old Dad would make sure I had plenty of attention to forget about it. Until mom came around- I never really knew what was wrong with her then, I was three, why would I think about it? – and her smile was back in its usual place, as well as her expanding stomach. I was pretty excited, I was gonna have a brat baby sister or brother to play with and learn to show the ropes, you know? And I got to choose the name, but since Mom and Dad wanted it to be a surprise none of us knew what gender it would be, so I bounced from unisex names like Jamie, Taylor, Tristan – names like that. And when it came down to it, the little brat turned out to be a Casey James, though the hospital scene still hasn’t left my mind sixteen years later. ‘Cause, well, I was only three, but I thought my parents would be happy, especially Mom. At first, you know, I thought she was crying out of happiness, out of getting a son and finally completing our little family… but it wasn’t that kind of crying. She was shaking and Dad had his arms around her and was telling her it was going to be okay, and I was in the room and there were just so many nurses going in and out, somewhere in the middle of it taking a wailing bundle of blankets into another room, an anxious doctor muttering under his breath about ‘complications.’ I understood I needed to be ignored, because something was going wrong, though my curiosity burned to know. And who would notice a three year old, really, leaving the room and following the crowd as they worked and tested over a frail little thing I recognized to be my brother. I had imagined this scene for nine months, the first time I’d see vulnerable brown eyes just like mine, seeing the world for the first time, maybe aweing at him in my mom’s arms or holding him myself. I didn’t know it’d be through glass as I was ushered out, unable to do anything about his weak cries.
I was told tentatively that my little brother caught something called HIV through childbirth, from my mom, and that he was special in the way every year we had with him would be a blessing. And imagine, you’re a kid, you don’t know the social stigma with HIV, that it wasn’t a dirty and taboo subject that alienated those who openly contracted it, and all you know is that the mom that kissed all your scrapes was sick and now your otherwise happy baby brother was sick, too. So I was never touched by the ugly generalization most people tended to have, and I hugged my mom the same like I always did every night, and I doted on my brother like he was the most precious kid in the world. And maybe I was never jealous of all the times they had to give Casey attention instead of me, because whenever we went to the park together they’d have to monitor to see if his coughs weren’t too strained, his temperature never too high, his balance and stability just right, 24/7. Somewhere in my head I got that it wasn’t that they loved me less, it was just that he was so… breakable. Not that he ever really knew, the bouncy brat, always trailing after me for one more game of tag or something of the other. But I loved him more than I thought possible, even the kids that came into his life and proved they would stay there. So when little Alyson Fisher gradually became a bigger and bigger part of his life, she really did become an extended part of the Sheppard family; and true, while she was more the tomboy than the girly type that I was, she seemed amused whenever I’d force Casey into some
I eased into adolescence with an embrace, and suddenly being the smallest one in class had its advantages. I was one of the fastest during gym class, and one of my seventh grade gym teachers told me about a soccer camp I should try out sometime, that they needed a right midfield. Although I had no idea what that was, and I never even particularly liked sports, my Dad convinced me into at least trying (he would, though - rolls eyes - the sports fanatic) and I found a new love, who woulda thought? Anyway, with all good things comes bad, and that’s where I met Kaleigh. Ugh. Anyway, I was twelve and she was thirteen, and long story short she thought she was hot shit because she was older and had been playing since she was like, born. But I was just as if not better than the cocky little mutt, and the coaches at camp had the freakin’ nerve to try to get us to work together on the field, her as left and me as right midfield. It didn’t really work, and during one practice we literally ended up attacking each other in the middle of drills. Needless to say we weren’t paired up ever again, which was just fine by me, thank you very much.
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( * OUR FINAL MOMENTS ARE THE ONE WE USE THE FULLEST )
the other little stuff .
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--- * RULES ARE THERE FOR A REASON :
did you read the rules ? prove it here .
--- * FAMOUS LAST WORDS :
"Every sky was your own kind of blue and I wanted to know how that would feel, and you made it so real, you showed me something that I couldn't see, you opened my eyes and you made me believe."
--- * ANYTHING ELSE :
absolutely ANYTHING else about your character !
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