Post by caragenie on Jul 18, 2011 3:06:19 GMT -5
[CARA-JEAN] STANDS AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
[/color][/font]AS SHE'S LEAVING HER FATHER STARES
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WHAT HAS SHE COME TO?
[/color]ANOTHER BOY SHE RUNS TO TONIGHT[/font][/center]
NICKNAMES: Cara
GENDER: Female
AGE: 15
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual (though shows more behavour that would be referred to as being Asexual)
CANON OR ORIGINAL: My own creation[/color][/font]
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POWERLESS HE JUST SHAKES HIS HEAD
[/color]HE'S DISAPPOINTED AND OFF TO BED[/font][/center]
HAIR: Waist length, jet-black
EYES: Blue, green, grey with a hint of yellow around the iris (though she wears brow contacts when she can to hide them).
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 4'11", 80 pounds (she's a gymnast and a dancer who has her diet monitored, thus the lack of height and low weight)
Physical description: Cara has the copper skin of her American Indian heritage, yet her face clearly shows off her Japanese blood. With eyes that seem to look straight into your soul, this small girl has more to offer on the inside that her outer appearance may suggest. She is super slim, but that is from a lifetime of having everything she eats carefully measured and weighed by her coaches. Also the fact that she is burning calories every second of the day helps keep her slim.
Also, due to her punishing gymnastics training, she has the body of an eight year old as she is yet to hit puberty.
This girl does not own a single pair of jeans, she is always dressed in a pant or skirt suit looking as though she is about to walk into a job interview or a cooperate job. When in the saddle she wears top of the line jodhpurs or breeches and a plain coloured buttoned or polo shirt.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:Her eyes[/color][/font]
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BUT HE WON"T BE SLEEPING
[/color]BECAUSE THE HOURS SHE'S KEEPING ARE NOT RIGHT[/font][/center]
DISLIKES: Crowded places, People who abuse others for their own power gain, Failure, Talking, Her memory, Talking in public.
STRENGTHS: Hard-working, Dedicated to what she's doing, Studious, Smart, Loyal
WEAKNESSES: Shy, Withdrawn, Won't talk unless she really has to, Need for perfection, Emotionless.
HABITS/QUIRKS: She prefers to speak in French then English, will often blend into the background if she feels the need.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Due to her height, or lack there-of, Cara-Jean is used to not being noticed by people around her, but she is happy to remain in the shadows as she has pretty much been a pebble in someones' shoe since the death of her parents when she was a toddler. Since she has been in foster care most of her life, she is used to change and not a lot fazes the girl.
Due to her lifestyle, she is well spoken in a number of different languages, but will not show the fact off. Cara-Jean is soft spoken and will only speak up if called upon or if she sees a child or animal being abused for no fault of their own. It takes a lot to break past the wall the girl has built around herself, but once you manage to see through, she is no more than a fifteen year old girl with a strong passion for what she does.
In school, she will sit at the front of the room as this keeps most people from speaking to her. She thoroughly enjoys all forms of academic classes, though if asked she would say that history and English would be her favourites.
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SHE'S ASKING A QUESTION HOW WILL I BE
[/color]WHEN THIS NEXT ONE EVENTUALLY LEAVES ME?[/font][/center]
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER FAMILY: None
PETS: Cat, Neko.
OVERALL HISTORY: Cara was born to Illoynda and Makoto Kitchi in Edinburgh, Scotland. The family moved to America with their baby daughter, and Makoto quickly made a name for himself in the automotive industry. The factory where Makoto worked was blown up one night when Illoynda went to visit her husband, neither adult made it out of the building.
Even though his daughter was only a mere toddler, Makoto had already planned out her life and in his will had named all the schools she was to attend, fortunately most of them boarding schools with high academic and sport standards. Before the schooling started (and in between schools), Cara-Jean spent a lot of her time in and out of foster homes Europe and some further.
She has a photographic memory, so only ever needed to read textbooks once to be able to take in all the knowledge, but with the blessing comes a curse as she can pull any bit of information to hand when needed, so during tests she needs to be careful of what she writes down so not to get done for cheating. She explains her memory to the head of each of her schools so they can then pass it on to her teachers. She has the ability to work many years ahead of her age-level, but chooses to remain with those her own age due to her child-like appearance.
She remembers everything except the one thing she wants, her parents.
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HOW CAN A MAN BE ALL THAT THEY SAY
[/color]WHEN ALL THAT I KNOW IS MEN RUNAWAY?[/font][/center]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Cara grabbed a handful of ponynuts and stuffed them in her pocket before she made her way down to the pastures. She had many plans for her newest equine purchase, but first of all she needed to get the pony to accept her as not only a member of her herd, but seeing her as the alpha mare.
Livvy had arrived at the college still heavily sedated and hadn't given the girl any issues as she was led from the float and down to the pasture. She knew that being an unbacked mustang, the pony would be happier out in the pasture, and as soon as the sedation had worn off, the pony had been tracking the fenceline. The teen had left her alone then, knowing that she couldn't do anything that day, she would give the buckskin a chance to settle in before she started anything.
It had now been a couple of days since the mare's arrival, and Cara had spent a while in the pasture with the mare a couple of times each day, between spending time in class and with her other horses - both the ones she owned and the college-owned horses that she was working with.
She slowed her pace as she approached the pasture and watched the small mare who was standing in the middle of the pasture with her head raised and ears pricked, her back toward the human girl was was approaching the fence. Cara followed the mare's gaze, but wasn't able to see anything out of the ordinary. "Livvy." She called gently, breaking the mare's attention away from whatever she had been watching, but spooking her so that she took off around the outside of the pasture. "It's okay." She soothed as she entered the pasture and walked to stand in the middle so that she was out of the mare's flightpath.
The teen stood still, her shoulders relaxed, her stance casual so that when the mare took notice of her, she wouldn't appear to be driving the mare away. She was here as a friend.
It didn't take long before Livvy's panicked flight slowed down and she finally took notice of the girl in the middle of the field. She slowed from a gallop to a canter and then a trot, her hindquarters swung toward the outside of the pasture so that she was almost trotting sideways as she studied the girl in the middle, but she didn't make any attempt to come closer to the human.
Cara watched the mare through her eyelashes, she also made no attempt to walk toward the mare. This had to be a decision that the mare made. It was almost like the ideas of join-up, but she wasn't driving the mare as the pretty pony was already circling the girl on her own accord.
Slowly and carefully, Cara put her hand in her pocket and closing her hand around the ponynuts, she then pulled her hand from her pocket and held her arm out with her palm flat, offering the treats to the pony who still trotted around the small human.
A movement outside the pasture spooked the mare and the buckskin spun around to look at what had caused the movement, her entire being once again on alert.
Livvy had arrived at the college still heavily sedated and hadn't given the girl any issues as she was led from the float and down to the pasture. She knew that being an unbacked mustang, the pony would be happier out in the pasture, and as soon as the sedation had worn off, the pony had been tracking the fenceline. The teen had left her alone then, knowing that she couldn't do anything that day, she would give the buckskin a chance to settle in before she started anything.
It had now been a couple of days since the mare's arrival, and Cara had spent a while in the pasture with the mare a couple of times each day, between spending time in class and with her other horses - both the ones she owned and the college-owned horses that she was working with.
She slowed her pace as she approached the pasture and watched the small mare who was standing in the middle of the pasture with her head raised and ears pricked, her back toward the human girl was was approaching the fence. Cara followed the mare's gaze, but wasn't able to see anything out of the ordinary. "Livvy." She called gently, breaking the mare's attention away from whatever she had been watching, but spooking her so that she took off around the outside of the pasture. "It's okay." She soothed as she entered the pasture and walked to stand in the middle so that she was out of the mare's flightpath.
The teen stood still, her shoulders relaxed, her stance casual so that when the mare took notice of her, she wouldn't appear to be driving the mare away. She was here as a friend.
It didn't take long before Livvy's panicked flight slowed down and she finally took notice of the girl in the middle of the field. She slowed from a gallop to a canter and then a trot, her hindquarters swung toward the outside of the pasture so that she was almost trotting sideways as she studied the girl in the middle, but she didn't make any attempt to come closer to the human.
Cara watched the mare through her eyelashes, she also made no attempt to walk toward the mare. This had to be a decision that the mare made. It was almost like the ideas of join-up, but she wasn't driving the mare as the pretty pony was already circling the girl on her own accord.
Slowly and carefully, Cara put her hand in her pocket and closing her hand around the ponynuts, she then pulled her hand from her pocket and held her arm out with her palm flat, offering the treats to the pony who still trotted around the small human.
A movement outside the pasture spooked the mare and the buckskin spun around to look at what had caused the movement, her entire being once again on alert.
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I THINK I LOSE JUST A LITTLE BIT OF ME
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