Post by kass on Jul 23, 2005 21:17:08 GMT -5
First Name: Kassandra
Last Name: Blake
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Hair: Silvery blonde, often with red highlights, but changes regularly
Eyes: Silvery blue
Pets: A snake called Nathair
Personality: She is very open and trusting, sometimes too much. When ever she gets hurt, and someone betrays her, she says she will never trust someone again, not until she can be sure, but all too soon she places all her trust in someone and gets hurt again. She loves to party and to have fun, but she hates to be tied down by anything or anyone. Her father often describe her as ‘flighty’ as he can’t control her. She is very loyal, and trustworthy, but she is a commitment phobic and an emotional cripple.
Joining Post: Kass woke with a groan and rolled out of bed, her hair sticking up all over the place. She stretched, her hands above her head and her knuckles cracking before carefully moving across the room, trying to avoid all of the mess.
She had been packing last night, or at least, trying to pack. She just didn’t know what to take, and she realized, for the first time in her life, that there was such a thing as having too many clothes.
Pulling open the curtains Kass looked out across the fat English countryside, painted many different shades of green by the Farmers crops, and let out a small sad sigh. Here was home, but soon she would be leaving it. It may not before long time, only a school term, but it still hurt and she knew she would still miss it. She would miss her friends, she would miss riding her horse out across the fields, she would miss waking to the birds singing and she would miss the smell of the fields as the farmers harvested their crops.
Turning slightly, she picked up a black top, which had previously lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. She took it to her trunk and shoved it in on top of the other things she had managed to decide to pack. Looking round, she picked up several more items of clothing, and threw them into the trunk as well.
Kass looked around her room, taking in every aspect of it, the black candles and the red walls, the heavy curtains and the back furniture, and again she sighed. Her Father was pretty good as far as Fathers go, he didn’t try and tell her not to do things, he just let her get on with them. He had let her decorate the room herself, and didn’t complain once as the room became more and more outrageous.
“Kassandra!” The sudden shout woke Kass out of her day dream, “It’s time to go.” Kass looked round slightly panicked as she realized how much more she had to pack. Hurriedly, shoved some more clothes into the trunk, and sat on it, the latch locking into place. She grabbed a short black skirt and a black shirt and struggled into them, trying to do her hair at the same time.
Before she left the room for the last time in a while she grabbed her wand, and out of a glass tank she grabbed her snake, Nathair. The Butler was bringing the trunk down.
She ran down the stairs, pale hair flowing out behind her in a pure silver wave. She gave her Father a small smile. “Morning Father,” she murmured sleepily, giving him the necessary good morning hug. There was no affection behind it however; it was habit and what was expected of her.
“Let’s go,” he said as way of greeting, inviting no more conversation from his daughter. He picked up her trunk in one strong hand and walked out to where the car was waiting. “Gregor is going to drive you to the station; I trust you can find your own way to the correct platform.”
“Yes father,” said Kass sadly, “Good bye, see you next holidays.” She climbed into the car, and gave her father a small wave. As the car pulled out of the Driveway Kass looked back only once at her father who was already disappearing into the house. “I love you,” she whispered softy as the sound of the crunch of the gravel turned into the smooth running of wheels over tarmac.
Last Name: Blake
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Hair: Silvery blonde, often with red highlights, but changes regularly
Eyes: Silvery blue
Pets: A snake called Nathair
Personality: She is very open and trusting, sometimes too much. When ever she gets hurt, and someone betrays her, she says she will never trust someone again, not until she can be sure, but all too soon she places all her trust in someone and gets hurt again. She loves to party and to have fun, but she hates to be tied down by anything or anyone. Her father often describe her as ‘flighty’ as he can’t control her. She is very loyal, and trustworthy, but she is a commitment phobic and an emotional cripple.
Joining Post: Kass woke with a groan and rolled out of bed, her hair sticking up all over the place. She stretched, her hands above her head and her knuckles cracking before carefully moving across the room, trying to avoid all of the mess.
She had been packing last night, or at least, trying to pack. She just didn’t know what to take, and she realized, for the first time in her life, that there was such a thing as having too many clothes.
Pulling open the curtains Kass looked out across the fat English countryside, painted many different shades of green by the Farmers crops, and let out a small sad sigh. Here was home, but soon she would be leaving it. It may not before long time, only a school term, but it still hurt and she knew she would still miss it. She would miss her friends, she would miss riding her horse out across the fields, she would miss waking to the birds singing and she would miss the smell of the fields as the farmers harvested their crops.
Turning slightly, she picked up a black top, which had previously lying in a crumpled heap on the floor. She took it to her trunk and shoved it in on top of the other things she had managed to decide to pack. Looking round, she picked up several more items of clothing, and threw them into the trunk as well.
Kass looked around her room, taking in every aspect of it, the black candles and the red walls, the heavy curtains and the back furniture, and again she sighed. Her Father was pretty good as far as Fathers go, he didn’t try and tell her not to do things, he just let her get on with them. He had let her decorate the room herself, and didn’t complain once as the room became more and more outrageous.
“Kassandra!” The sudden shout woke Kass out of her day dream, “It’s time to go.” Kass looked round slightly panicked as she realized how much more she had to pack. Hurriedly, shoved some more clothes into the trunk, and sat on it, the latch locking into place. She grabbed a short black skirt and a black shirt and struggled into them, trying to do her hair at the same time.
Before she left the room for the last time in a while she grabbed her wand, and out of a glass tank she grabbed her snake, Nathair. The Butler was bringing the trunk down.
She ran down the stairs, pale hair flowing out behind her in a pure silver wave. She gave her Father a small smile. “Morning Father,” she murmured sleepily, giving him the necessary good morning hug. There was no affection behind it however; it was habit and what was expected of her.
“Let’s go,” he said as way of greeting, inviting no more conversation from his daughter. He picked up her trunk in one strong hand and walked out to where the car was waiting. “Gregor is going to drive you to the station; I trust you can find your own way to the correct platform.”
“Yes father,” said Kass sadly, “Good bye, see you next holidays.” She climbed into the car, and gave her father a small wave. As the car pulled out of the Driveway Kass looked back only once at her father who was already disappearing into the house. “I love you,” she whispered softy as the sound of the crunch of the gravel turned into the smooth running of wheels over tarmac.
