Post by KATARINA DU COUTEAU on Nov 22, 2011 21:34:51 GMT -5
KATARINA DU COUTEAU
FAERIE
FAERIE
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FULL NAME: Katarina Du Couteau
NICKNAMES/ALIAS: Kat, Rina
AGE: 16 (4 in leap years)
BIRTHDAY: February 29 (leapling!)
BIRTHPLACE: Peoria, Arizona
OCCUPATION: In school
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
LOYALTY: Neutral
SPECIES: Faerie
REGISTERED?: Yes
FACE: Emily Browning
EYE COLOR: Pale green
SKIN TONE: Creamy, pale-ish sandy color
HAIR COLOR: Dark, burnt umber
HEIGHT: 5’2” (157 ½ cm)
WEIGHT: 87 lbs (roughly 39 kg)
FASHION STYLE: Kind of girly, often wearing clothes you’d expect to see on an eight year old.
FAVORITE HOBBY/ACTIVITY: Fold paper; make those silly snowflakes that you used to make in elementary school
PERSONAL STRENGTHS: Gardening, origami
PERSONAL WEAKNESSES: Naïve, can’t keep a secret; worries a lot
QUIRKS/HABITS: Tends to hold someone’s hand in both of hers when she’s talking to them, or try and make contact with them in some other way. Includes holding on to an edge of their clothing, such as a sleeve.
FEARS: Being obligated to do something she doesn’t want to do; death
WISHES: Everyone to like each other, world peace, all of that cliché sort
SECRETS: Though she’s nice to everyone, it doesn’t necessarily mean she likes everyone.
PERSONALITY: Little Katarina is an idealist, and is not the type of person to see any bad in someone. Innocent, naïve, and just a little ignorant, it’s easily believed that her mental age is equal to her (technical) age, 4. She's really a do-no-wrong kind of girl.
MOTHER: Aurelia Du Couteau|46|Faerie|Deceased
FATHER: John Du Couteau|50|Human|Unemployed|Alive
PET(S): Mr. Cuddles|2|Hedgehog|Alive
HISTORY: Having been born on a leap day, Katarina has (technically) aged a year older every four years. She had the average life of living with her parents as an only child, obviously being taught that wings around humans was a no-no, which was the only unaverage thing about her life. As a faerie, she didn't find it quite so hard to blend in (other than some questioning as to why she only eats fruits and nuts), actually becoming quite liked among the community.
Her parents, however, probably taught her the one thing that would make her plenty of friends and most likely get her killed: no one is bad. She trusts everyone with ease, and it's not so much that she's dumb, it was how Katarina was raised.
The reason Katarina likes to fold so much is because her mother did. She holds true to the "like mother, like daughter" saying in that, as it goes, she is nearly identical to her mother in personality. They both even shared the same tendency for making physical contact with people they're conversing with, which proved to be a bit awkward when they were talking to the same person.
However, Katarina and her mother had a very close relationship, but it surprisingly wasn't a big blow to her when her own mother died. Combining Katarina's refusal to believe that people could kill other people, and the fact that she doesn't believe people actually "die", she still believes her mother is overseas.
REACTION/FEELINGS TOWARDS SUPERNATURALS: As she is a world peace kind of gal, she loves everyone. Including supernaturals.
MENTIONABLE BELONGINGS: Her favorite potted daffodil, appropriately named Daffodil.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Lina Madge sat on her off-white wooden chair, in her off-white unfurnished room, in the off-white empty house. Legs crossed, she stared at what, to any other person, would’ve just been the off-white wall. Light filtered in through the off-white curtains of the window, illuminating a crisp square of said wall in gentle sunshine. At this square, Lina focused intently.
Puberty was a strange time for most children, and Lina was no exception. When she’d asked her parents if she could move all her belongings out of her room, they hadn’t taken her seriously at first. When they finally did, they were deeply concerned at the request. They’d let her, though anxious to see what would result of it. The girl parted her lips for a moment, letting her tongue momentarily poke out to run across the dry flesh. She looked as if she was about to say something, but it was stuck in her throat. After a few moments, she finally spoke out a few words in a cool, even voice, seemingly directed at her precious off-white wall:
“I don’t believe that that is quite correct.”
Silence was what she’d gotten in return. At least to any bystander.
But to her, she could see them. The girls, different fragments of herself.
“Really, Lina? I don’t believe that it would be correct to question me, either.” The girl speaking looked to be plenty older, with pin-straight blond hair. Lina stood from her off-white chair to approach the adolescent, unyielding. Though she was nearly a head shorter, she still engaged herself in the intimidation battle. Words did not slip from her mouth; instead, she used her cold, calculating gaze in an attempt to force the other girl to back down.
When she finally did speak, she narrowed her eyes. “If I were you, I’d try and remember which one of us is the body here. You’re in my brain, not the other way around.” It sounded almost cruel, the way she said it. The older girl looked extremely cross, but gave nothing in response.
“That’s what I thought.” Lina found her comment somehow extremely amusing, a wry smile spreading across her lips. She paced back the six steps to her off-white chair, the heels of her shoes clacking against the off-white wooden floor.
Turning back around a hundred and eighty degrees, she faced the off-white wall once again, and fell back onto her off-white chair. Once again, she crossed her legs. Once again, she stared at that small square of light on the face of the off-white wall.
(I apologize if it sounds a bit off, I tend to switch between story writing and roleplaying every few months, and it can sometimes be hard to adjust.)
ALIAS: Tara, if you will.