Post by Cadenza on Mar 26, 2006 21:24:24 GMT -5
Name: Cara Walker
NickName(s): none
Age: 16
Gender: female
Height: 5'7
Discription:
Cara is fairly tall, and very slim. Her eyes are an odd blue green, the colour of the sea, and her blazing red hair falls about halfway down her back. Cara takes little pride in her clothing, and is generally found in a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. always the same jeans.
Though she dresses plain, she is not a tom boy. Cara often wears a slight amount of mascara, and a brush of eyeshadow. Enough to be seen, but not too much so she looks like a racoon. She has very feminine features, a petite nose, and lips a shade of deep pink.
Personality:
Cara is someone who is rarley, seen, rarley heard. She tends to stick to the sidelines, but knows to blend into the croud. Her simple attire makes it easy for her to become invisible. To be unnoticed in the world. Yet, there is more to Cara than most people think. On the outside, she looks like a normal person. She dresses simply, and attends all her classes. She gets good grades, and always tries her hardest. People don't talk to her all that much, she's there, she's smart, but she's not considered 'cool' enough to hang with.
Cara likes it that way.
Yet, on the inside, all Cara wan'ts, all she needs, is a freind. Inside her, she's the same fun lovin' teen that everyone is. She just needs someone to let that out of her.
Cara is a wonderfull singer, though she sings to no one, and she has a secret love for journalism, and sketching. She knows how to live on the edge, yet can keep herself completley under controll. She is good at handling situations without loosing her head.
Past:
Cara may seem like her life was perfect...but it may have been the opposite. Though Cara had a perfect relationship with her mother, not all was sound with her father.
Her father was a drunk. He'd come home each night smelling like alcohol. He beat on Cara and her mother. He had allot of anger. A lot of rage. inside him.
however, Cara's mother was always so timid. She never would leave him. She feared that if she left, that she wouldn't bring in enough money to feed Cara. But life was hell.
Cara has numerouse scars to show the beatings. Her father used to cut her. He would hit her. Inflict paine, and most of all fear.
She would often hide when her father returned each night, and sometimes her mother got her out of the house.
After years of suffering, by the time Cara was in school, she was so timid that she wouldn't make eye contact with anyone. She went through elementary school learning skills to avoid people. To blend in, to become invisible. Apon learning these skills, she became invisible.
At the age of 12, Cara was nearly killed when her father came home one night, after loosing his job. He was so enraged, and needing to blame it all on someone, that Cara became in ideal target.
Cara's mother left him that night, and her and Cara fled from the neighbourhood.
The next few years of Cara's life were spent worrying that her father would come for her. Come to kill her.
She and her mother both got a job, and brought in enough money to get by on. And they managed to get by.
Pets:
Cara owns a fox that she had adopted after its mother had been hit by a car, named felix. She also owns a silvery gray cat named Talia, and a gelding named Ace.
Picture:
searching for one
Sample Post:
Cara rubbed her arm and stared absently out the window. She was sitting in the kitchen, absorbing the summer sun through the translucent glass of the window pane.
Cara couldn't imagine leaving here after summer was over. It just didn't seem right. This was home after all.
She had memories of this house, that were sunny and cheerfull. Not at all like the dark cloud of the house she had lived before. No. It was better now.
Cara took in everything. She didn't want to forget one detail of 345 edison street.
She took in the honey wood of the table, the robin's egg blue of the kitchen walls, the hard-wood panneling covering the floors, the pale pink curtains pushed aside to let light filter into the room. She loved, and knew, it all.
Cara brushed red strands of hair from her face, and sighed, resting her head on her hand. She wondered what the boarding school would be like. probably like all other schools. She would just remain invisible as she always had. The amazing invisible girl-Cara.
Feeling a sharp tug on her pant leg, Cara looked down to see Felix, the tiny red fox, hanging on to her, with his tiny pearl white teeth.
"Silly"
She said, prying the creature from her jeans, and placing him on her lap. At least she would have him still. At least.
When her mother had told her she was going to a boarding school, her first question had been: but how can we afford it?
she didn't know if it had been simply grasping for someway not to be able to go, or if she was concerned for their financial problems. Probably both.
Her mother had told her it was a gift from an anonymous doner, and Cara had pried for her to tell. Her mother's mouth had remained a firm line.
Her second reaction had simply been: I'm not going.
That was met with a tired expression from her mother, and a firm "yes you are"
Cara hated to see her mother look so tired. Her pretty face outlined with exhaustion. She knew she would go.
And so now, as summer slowly slipped away, Cara sat at the kitchen table and waited. Simply waited.
NickName(s): none
Age: 16
Gender: female
Height: 5'7
Discription:
Cara is fairly tall, and very slim. Her eyes are an odd blue green, the colour of the sea, and her blazing red hair falls about halfway down her back. Cara takes little pride in her clothing, and is generally found in a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. always the same jeans.
Though she dresses plain, she is not a tom boy. Cara often wears a slight amount of mascara, and a brush of eyeshadow. Enough to be seen, but not too much so she looks like a racoon. She has very feminine features, a petite nose, and lips a shade of deep pink.
Personality:
Cara is someone who is rarley, seen, rarley heard. She tends to stick to the sidelines, but knows to blend into the croud. Her simple attire makes it easy for her to become invisible. To be unnoticed in the world. Yet, there is more to Cara than most people think. On the outside, she looks like a normal person. She dresses simply, and attends all her classes. She gets good grades, and always tries her hardest. People don't talk to her all that much, she's there, she's smart, but she's not considered 'cool' enough to hang with.
Cara likes it that way.
Yet, on the inside, all Cara wan'ts, all she needs, is a freind. Inside her, she's the same fun lovin' teen that everyone is. She just needs someone to let that out of her.
Cara is a wonderfull singer, though she sings to no one, and she has a secret love for journalism, and sketching. She knows how to live on the edge, yet can keep herself completley under controll. She is good at handling situations without loosing her head.
Past:
Cara may seem like her life was perfect...but it may have been the opposite. Though Cara had a perfect relationship with her mother, not all was sound with her father.
Her father was a drunk. He'd come home each night smelling like alcohol. He beat on Cara and her mother. He had allot of anger. A lot of rage. inside him.
however, Cara's mother was always so timid. She never would leave him. She feared that if she left, that she wouldn't bring in enough money to feed Cara. But life was hell.
Cara has numerouse scars to show the beatings. Her father used to cut her. He would hit her. Inflict paine, and most of all fear.
She would often hide when her father returned each night, and sometimes her mother got her out of the house.
After years of suffering, by the time Cara was in school, she was so timid that she wouldn't make eye contact with anyone. She went through elementary school learning skills to avoid people. To blend in, to become invisible. Apon learning these skills, she became invisible.
At the age of 12, Cara was nearly killed when her father came home one night, after loosing his job. He was so enraged, and needing to blame it all on someone, that Cara became in ideal target.
Cara's mother left him that night, and her and Cara fled from the neighbourhood.
The next few years of Cara's life were spent worrying that her father would come for her. Come to kill her.
She and her mother both got a job, and brought in enough money to get by on. And they managed to get by.
Pets:
Cara owns a fox that she had adopted after its mother had been hit by a car, named felix. She also owns a silvery gray cat named Talia, and a gelding named Ace.
Picture:
searching for one
Sample Post:
Cara rubbed her arm and stared absently out the window. She was sitting in the kitchen, absorbing the summer sun through the translucent glass of the window pane.
Cara couldn't imagine leaving here after summer was over. It just didn't seem right. This was home after all.
She had memories of this house, that were sunny and cheerfull. Not at all like the dark cloud of the house she had lived before. No. It was better now.
Cara took in everything. She didn't want to forget one detail of 345 edison street.
She took in the honey wood of the table, the robin's egg blue of the kitchen walls, the hard-wood panneling covering the floors, the pale pink curtains pushed aside to let light filter into the room. She loved, and knew, it all.
Cara brushed red strands of hair from her face, and sighed, resting her head on her hand. She wondered what the boarding school would be like. probably like all other schools. She would just remain invisible as she always had. The amazing invisible girl-Cara.
Feeling a sharp tug on her pant leg, Cara looked down to see Felix, the tiny red fox, hanging on to her, with his tiny pearl white teeth.
"Silly"
She said, prying the creature from her jeans, and placing him on her lap. At least she would have him still. At least.
When her mother had told her she was going to a boarding school, her first question had been: but how can we afford it?
she didn't know if it had been simply grasping for someway not to be able to go, or if she was concerned for their financial problems. Probably both.
Her mother had told her it was a gift from an anonymous doner, and Cara had pried for her to tell. Her mother's mouth had remained a firm line.
Her second reaction had simply been: I'm not going.
That was met with a tired expression from her mother, and a firm "yes you are"
Cara hated to see her mother look so tired. Her pretty face outlined with exhaustion. She knew she would go.
And so now, as summer slowly slipped away, Cara sat at the kitchen table and waited. Simply waited.
