Post by Kit Valtrena on Jun 15, 2008 20:03:01 GMT
Catherine Fey Valtrena
"I wanna run away, Never say goodbye, I wanna know the truth, Instead of wondering why "
"I wanna run away, Never say goodbye, I wanna know the truth, Instead of wondering why "
I'm just a face for every picture``[/blockquote][/blockquote]name • Philly
age • 20
contact • AIM / MSN
rp experience • 5 Years online 6 Years Tabletop.
member title • ?
how you found us • Advertisement on BTVS – Never Ending War.
a smile for your scrapbooks``full name • Catherine Fey Valtrena
nickname(s) • Kit/ Kitlana
age • 17
birthday • November 11th
why you're here •
- Panic Disorder
- Substance Abuse
- Agoraphobia
- OCD
there's a ghost in this room``height •5”4
weight • 6 Stone
stature • Slim
eyes • Crystal Blue
hair • Black
description •
Although not overly tall, she generally make up for it by presence. What she wears doesn’t exactly come under the sign normal. But for some reason – It doesn’t quite look wrong on her. Commonly found wearing knee high stripy socks, never matching in colour, ¾ trousers usually black in colour. Occasionally dark green or blue and matching tank tops. Occasionally displaced for a “caption” kind of shirt.
Being small and thin, she has a great deal of speed – her legs however are built more to the style of a gymnast. Pretty much pure muscle. Hence why she keeps them covered up – she prefers people to think she is weak and small. Her upper body and arms give the impression she couldn’t open a jar of jam. Let alone that she has a black belt.
play by • Juliet Landau
to witness my first breakdown``likes •
- Computers
- Math
- Dog tags
- Sarcasm/Bluntness
- Gaming
- Fish //The alive kind//
dislikes •
- Ignorant People
- People who follow faith blindly
- People who think life is a test
- Being bored
- Family
habits •
- Talking to much
- Sleeping under the bed
- Skipping brekfast
fears •
She fears having to go back to her family again. They know how to look through the lies and see what she is actually doing now. Their blanket of ignorance was rather rudely ripped away by the police.
goals •
She wants little more than for things to go back to normal, maybe to have the pain go away, and possibly the panic attacks. The rest she was quite happy to survive with.
overall personality •
It quite honestly depends on when you catch her. She can go from being strong and iron willed enough to stand up to a gang of people, at other times she sleeps under her beds in fear of someone coming after her. Commonly though she is sarcastic to cover things up, more dead pan than any other. Although she does have some style of empathy for others, she just likes to help people now and then. If you show empathy – people think you’re sane.
Kit’s strengths include having a powerful lower body strength and with very good fighting reflexes. She is still very good at procuring drugs and hiding her “bad habits” as her family put. She is also quite good at comforting other people and making them think she is perfectly fine.
Her key weakness is that she is not perfectly fine, very much the opposite. She also suffers from serious migraines, giving her a medical requirement to had one of her addictions fed. She had little upper body strength but has a tendency to get into fights.
too much of you is never enough``parents •
Mother: Annabelle Diana Valtrena - 63
Father: Paul Anthony Valtrena – 65
siblings •
Dexter Fable Valtrena – 28
Maximilian Peter Valtrena - 22
Kendrick Lothair Valtrena - 17
Konrad Phillip Valtrena - 17
other important relatives • N/A
history •The family was normal, fluffy bunnies, pet dogs. The odd hamster. All neatly separated through a joyous family as 6. Two parents, and 4 children, 3 boys and 1 younger girl. All of that adds up to a text book style of family, the perfect kind with perfect white fences, happy smiles and parents that volunteer at the local school.
Keeping with the text book theme, any family this white and shiny on the outside must either be slightly insane or hiding some serious deep and dark secrets. The Valtrena family chose the latter of course. The mother of this family had had a life before she had come to this quiet town. She’d travelled pretty much all of the world, learning… studying. A rebel in a large family with a near inexhaustible supply of money. Few people in the family know of her exploits, she forced herself to try for the family life… to leave behind the things she had spent a life time working for. However when she’d had Kit, she started to resent the life she had forced her to live in. And took it out of the young girl.
By the time Kit hit 14 she had developed serious Panic attacks, an addiction to pain killers that most don’t even get offered until they are 20 and a bad case of OCD related with the panic attacks. But after spending your whole life hiding bruises, hiding a few habits that would be undesirable to her family weren’t exactly hard.
The men of the family had the brilliant ignorance of ignoring the odd relationship between Kit and her mother. Until she hit 16. Not long after her birthday, of which her mother had utterly forgotten, she had kicked up a fuss about it. As such when her brothers and father had gone to a football match she’d been left alone with her mother, after a particularly bad day at work. Except this time Kit hit back.
When her brothers came home they believe there had been an intruder as Kit’s mother was badly beaten on the sofa with an ice pack to her face. And kit was nowhere to be found. The official story was that an intruder had broken in, attack both women in the house. The younger girl had fled the scene is horror whilst her mother watched her back and distracted the burglar.
A few weeks later the police “Rescued” her from a beaten down hotel a few counties over from her home. She’d been unable to afford the ship far out of Ireland. The police dubbed it PTSD, which the drugs they found on her and her alcohol blood level were all due to that also. Her mother pushed with the rest of her family to have her sent away… where she could be fixed, played on the fact she was damaged and needed help. So she was sent, and now she never wants to go back.
now I'm tangled in the sheets``read the rules • admin edit :]
rp sample • From another site - I hope you dont mind.
The fighting had been going on for so long now. The days and nights had blended together into one endless battle. The vampires rarely needed sleep, nor did the other things that they were fighting. Tíamantaí however was battling beside her mate, his parents, and her mother. This was the way things were supposed to be.
As each expert slice of her blade hit its mark, flesh was cut and bones cracked. The weariness however was starting to seep into her muscles once more. No-one was supposed to fight this long without a rest and the dragons knew it, but the battle was raging and out of their control. Tíamantaí's wings flashed out behind her as she launched into the air, sweeping down moments later to slice into the heavy skull of a deformed abomination that was about to cut her mother down from behind. Her mother's weary eyes told Tía that she didn't have much fight left in her.
(TDA) "Keep fighting! This madness will end eventually!"
Tía fought her way back to her mate, receiving a slash from a wayward talon. She hissed at the pain, but fortunately the cut was shallow. Shaking it off she turned back to Taranis, realising too late that the beast responsible for wounding her had been heading in her mother's direction.
(Taranis) "Tía!!!"
Hearing her lover cry out, Tíamantaí whipped around as she began to hurriedly retrace her steps. A vampire stepped into her path with sword in hand, being swiftly felled by a ball of fire blasting it in the stomach. Her action didn't even register in Tia's mind, so focussed was she on others matters. Just as the vampire exploded into flames, Tía saw the same talons that had slashed her tear through her mother, cleaving her directly in two. She leapt forward to catch her mother's falling form, coating herself in the dark brownish-red blood of a Draconite in the process. It was of course too late; the monster had moved on to seek a new victim, and her mother was no longer among the living.
Raising her head and gazing through eyes blurred with anger, she seethed at her enemies. Psychic waves rolled off the young Draconite, crippling those in close proximity to her. They fell, clutching their heads in agony as their skulls cracked under the power that was currently bleeding outwards from her. At the moment she looked up, five vampires descended upon Taranis. He held his own for as long as he could, but like her he was tiring fast. The vampires however were new on the field; this much was obvious from their swiftness and the general lack of blood on their armour.
The vampires eventually got the better of the tired Draconite, cutting him down before Tíamantaí could make it to him. His assailants went down a moment later, being no match for Tía's fury. Her eyes were nothing but pure fire at this point, proving once and for all to never enrage a Draconite or do harm to its mate.
this application was made with the blood, sweat and tears of white pages very own carliRAE.
headers are thanks to All Time Low because they are awesome.
do not remove this credit because if you do, bad things will happen,
starting with her hunting you down with her rabid flamingoes.
they will peck out your eyes. now that's not pleasent is it? so please, keep the credit on.
headers are thanks to All Time Low because they are awesome.
do not remove this credit because if you do, bad things will happen,
starting with her hunting you down with her rabid flamingoes.
they will peck out your eyes. now that's not pleasent is it? so please, keep the credit on.
