Post by kitty pym on Feb 24, 2012 17:00:10 GMT -5
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kathrin “kitty” margret pym
“It's completely terrifying but it's so so exciting
He said I was brilliant and I could change the world
So many places I've been and there's so much more to see
We've got galaxies and planets and moons
And an awful lot of running to do”
~‘An Awful Lot Of Running’ Chameleon Circuit
REMEMBERING THE PAST
>>full name:Kathrin Margret Pym
>>nicknames: Kitty
>>date of birth: April 23rd 1908
>>date of change: September 30th 1928
>>hometown: Kansas City, Missouri
>>species: Vampire
>>abilities: N/A
TRANSITIONING
>>height: 5’2”
>>weight: 113 lb
>>hair: Pale, silvery blonde
>>eyes: golden
>>general appearance: Kitty looks rather child-like, a fact that has irritated her pretty much forever. She’s petite and slender, with little in the way of ‘womanly curves’. Even her hair is the pale, almost white blonde that’s mostly only seen in children. Her pallor, like all vampires, is lily-white and marble hard. Truth is, even as a human she was very pale. Her eyes have newly settled on gold, having just gotten through that awkward sun-set coloured phase that came while she was transitioning in her new diet.
>>face claim: Alona Tal
THE CHANGE
>>likes:
- Adventures
- New things
- New people
- Swimming
- Ferryboats
- Rain
- Driving
- Traveling
- Hunting
- Blood
>>dislikes:
- That she likes blood
- Being in one place too long
- Getting close to people
- Being indoors too long
- Seeing someone in pain
- Mordecai
- Being told what to do
- Being mistaken for a younger age
- Being bored
- That she can never have a family
>>strengths:
- Independent
- Brave
- Tenacious
>>weaknesses:
- Proud
- Guarded
- Temperamental
>>habits/quirks:
- Talks quickly, especially when uncomfortable
- Unintentionally hums
>>fears:
- Losing control and killing innocent people
- That Mordecai will find her
>>secrets: Despite what she says, she really hates being alone, but fears that she will be forever
>>personality:
Rather sociable, Kitty is talkative and friendly, so long as the conversation doesn’t move anywhere deeper than superficial chit-chat. A lonely girl, she seeks out company quite a lot, and while she claims to prefer fair-weather friends that can come and go from her life wish ease, she desires true friends and a family that she can call her own. She’s adventurous and bold, liking to experience new things and see new places. Because of this she gets restless easily, so that even if she didn’t feel she needed to be constantly on the move, she would be anyways.
Kitty has a short temper, a trait which was (relatively) recently acquired since her separation from Mordecai Grey. Since then she decided to become more independent and independence has made her fierce. It was also developed as a defense mechanism to keep people at arm’s length from her.
BEFORE THE BITE
>>mother: Margret Lilith Pym, 63, Deceased
>>father: Alexander Jonathan Pym, 43, Deceased
>>siblings: N/A
>>other: Mordecai Ethan Grey, 28, Sire, Unknown
>>history:
Kitty was born in 1908, the only child of Alex and Maggie Pym. They were an upper middle class family, with enough wealth as to not be decimated by the depression and enough social standing to ensure their daughter would have a bright future. By 1927 Kitty was a young woman of nineteen, attending the University of St. Louis. But this doesn’t mean Kitty was on the path her parents wanted for her. No, despite appearances, their little girl was a wild one. Despite her refusal to hack off her hair, Kitty was well into the flapper movement, wearing breaches rather than skirts and, unbeknown to her parents and the law, a regular at the local gin-joints.
That was where she met him, and her whole life changed forever. It was New Year’s Eve 1927 when Kitty first met Mordecai Grey. She was more than a little tipsy and out on a date with a boy from her school, Chad Harper. She’d spoken to Mordecai briefly at the bar, flirting mostly, as was her want to do, and didn’t seem him the rest of the night. Until, that is, the incident in the alley way. Chad was… bad, and Kitty was too drunk to escape him the way she normally could when a fella she was out with got too frisky. She does remember much, but she remembers this; One second Chad had her pinned against the wall, the next he was off her. She saw Mordecai firmly gripping Chad. He turned to her, giving her a look that froze her to her core, and told her to leave. In that moment, Kitty was sure he was going to kill Chad. So she did the only thing she could do. She left that alley and went straight home to her dorm. They never found Chad’s body.
The next time Kitty saw Mordecai was nearly a year later. She was twenty and working at the bar in addition to attending university to become a teacher. The spoke more than the last time, though neither mentioned what had occurred the last time they saw each other. Kitty was surprised how much she opened up to him. She told him that university was her parents idea, that they thought learning to become a teacher would give her the best education a woman could get which would ultimately attract an intelligent and wealthy husband. She told him that well that seemed nice and everything, it wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to see the world. Mordecai told her he could show it to her, make all her dreams come true. By this point, she’d been drinking, and was too tipsy to see this offer was too good to be true. So instead of doing the smart thing and running as quick as she could from this known killer and his pretty promises, she accepted it, and she became a vampire.
She stayed with Mordecai for decades, partly because she didn’t know how else she could live and mostly because she loved him. It was a good life, all things considered. But the blood lust was almost unbearable for her, made more horrid by her maker’s encouragement for her to hunt more frequently. Sometimes when she closes her eyes she still sees them, her victims, their fear and agony as she drank their lives from them. Then she met another vampire, one who told her of those who drank animal blood instead of human. Kitty was ecstatic. Surely Mordecai didn’t know they could live like that. She would tell him and the killing could end. But Mordecai did know and furthermore didn’t care. He told her that she had to stop fighting her nature and give into it, that she would soon enjoy hunting as much as he did. And Kitty saw it again; that look in his eyes that terrified her so much all those years ago, and she knew that he was a killer, had always been a killer, and that if Kitty didn’t obey him he would kill her as well. For the first time in decades she was afraid of the man she loved. So Kitty did the only thing she could: she ran, and she hasn’t stopped running since.
OUT OF CHARACTER
>>alias: Bad Wolf
>>age: Nineteen
>>experience: Six years, on an off
>>other characters: None
>>how to contact you: Just PM me
>>how you found us: Site surfing
>>did you read the rules? Yeproleplay sample: Taken from a post I made on Serenity Rehab. Hope that’s okay.Roe’d had better days. She’d woken up late. Her water heater was on the fritz, so she’d had to take her shower this morning ice cold. And to top it all off one of the other hands had called in sick, leaving Roe with twice the stalls to muck. Oh yeah, she’d had better days.
Scooping up a good shavings-forkful, Roe tossed the contents against the wall, separating the mess from the clean shavings as they settled down and tossing the dirtied bedding into the waiting wheelbarrow parked at the door of the stall. It was dully repetitive work that would leave her arms tired by the end of the day, but, in all honesty, Roe didn’t mind. In fact she sort of liked the monotony of it all and there would be a definitive satisfaction that would come to her at the end of the day when she looked around the barn at all the fresh stalls with their smooth, undisturbed layers of clean shavings. Plus, once you got into the rhythm of things, the day passed by quickly, something Roe was definitely eager to do.
She hummed while she worked (off-tune if she were being honest with herself), occasionally adding in the odd few choruses of lyrics. It’s was a blues kind of day, she’d decided, and after a rousing rendition of Charlie Parker’s Blues For Alice she jumped into Hellhound On My Trail by Robert Johnson. She did a few little dance step, twirling more theatrically than necessary to dump her fork’s contents into the wheelbarrow.
That’s what she did when she was having one of those less than stellar days. She sang and danced and cheered herself up in little ways that reminded her life was pretty good. It certainly could be a heck of a lot worse. She so hummed and kept shoveling away.
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