Post by kinsey morgan. on Mar 12, 2007 16:46:52 GMT -5
[/sup]NAME:
cupid's got me in a chokehold, and i'm afraid i might give in.
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kinsey-marie isabelle morgan.
AGE:
twenty.
GENDER:
femme
DESCRIPTION:
Kinsey's a very pretty girl. She was always a very cherubic looking child and that paid off in the end. She's a simple girl, she never wears too much makeup and though she's much more 'ingoing' than outgoing, she makes up for it in looks.
She inherited the curse of curves from her mother. She has quite the curvy physique, though only the curves are visible to her peers. Beneath the clothes, she's got enough scars from her father to last her a lifetime.
Although she's quite pretty, she's so modest about it that it can become quite annoying. No, when I say that she's modest, I mean that she'd probably tell you something like this if you ever told her that she was gorgeous, "Fuck you." Don't take it personally, she treats everyone like that. It's little words and things like that that remind her of her father and what he used to call her when he wanted her.
She's an extremely simple dresser. Her usual attire is a simple t-shirt and a pair of old, torn jeans, and a pair of flipflops. The only time she really dresses up is for work or on a date, which she practically never has.
If you were to line up 5 or 6 women according to breast size, Kinsey would most likely be 4th or 5th in line. She doesn't have the biggest chest, that's for sure. God was somewhat generous with her, but her mother didn't have the biggest chest either, so it must run in the Rose side of the family.
All in all, if Kinsey were to try harder, she would be very pretty, whom which the sight of would crush another girl's self-esteem completely if she were to walk into a room. Just by looks. If only her personality was as flawless by first look.
PERSONALITY:
Kinsey's not the type of girl to prance around singing all day long. No, she's rather pessimistic and has a big attitude problem. You can't really blame the girl. Her childhood wasn't exactly the best. She's an extremely hard person to befriend, and she's well-known for pushing people away when they get too close. She's not one for commitment, hell, she's actually quite scared of it, after seeing what it did to her mother because of her marrying of her father. She's not a particularly quiet person; she's had plenty of moments where she's loud and obnoxious. However, most of the time, Kinsey keeps to herself and when she is spoken to, she's most likely going to say something to get you away from her or something along the lines.
Kinsey's not a loner. She's got friends, though not lots. Although she doesn't always treat them the way she's supposed to, and it takes a lot of work to get through Kinsey's shell, it is possible to become her friend. The friends she does have aren't the great ones that everyone talks about. They're somewhat distant, and it's sad to say that she doesn't have a friend that's more than an average friend. She doesn't and never has had anybody to talk to. She's learned, over the years, just to keep to herself and use a defense mechanism if someone does try to get through to her. It's just her. People learn to get used to it and ignore her, not to take her silence and attitude to heart.
Kinsey's not what you would call a slut. Sure, she's definitely not a virgin. She's had her fair share of sex, but it's definitely not in her nature to bring home a guy three times a week, or get stoned and have a one night stand. If she ever were to feel something other than lust for a guy, she wouldn't want to get rid of him right away, even if that's what she ended up convincing herself to do. She drives people away, sure, but if they come back, she eventually lets her guard up. You can thank her father for her somewhat unhuman personality.
She's a seemingly cold person on her outer shell, but the couple that have, and I mean that literally, know that she's the sweetest person. She's had, at the most two people get through to the real Kinsey. Even her average friends only see the edge of Kinsey. There's only been about two people that know that Kinsey is quite fun and lovable. No one usually pays enough attention to that fact. They usually just leave her alone.
HISTORY:
"I do," the words rolled easily off of the young woman's tongue as she said them, her bright blue eyes gazing dreamily into her husbands eyes. She didn't care to notice that he was looking at her also, but simply with pure lust and want, while her gaze was filled with nothing but love. Some people might say they were a matchmate in heaven, but only the close friends of the two knew the truth. While Jamie was so deeply in love with her Lyndon, he simply looked at her as the hot girl that had fallen so deeply in love with him that she couldn't even see clearly any longer. And, unfortunately he was quite right. There was not a doubt in Jamie's mind when she changed her surname from Rose, to Morgan.
It was about sixth months after her wedding that she was informed by her doctor that she pregnant. Over the six month period, she had found out a few things about Lyndon that she had not cared to pay attention to before her wedding date. He was abusive, and due to this, she had become ghaunt and pale, dark bruises under her eyes from lack of sleep. It seemed as though her supposed true love wasn't everything she thought he was. There were also bruises and cuts in places Lyndon made sure that no one would see. However, Jamie continued to put up with him. She put on a faux, happy front for anyone who asked her how she was doing. She usually replied with a "Fine!" or a "Terrific!" It was difficult for people to realize that Jamie wasn't happy with her new life. She had said "I do," at the age of eighteen, right on her birthday, and her parents had disowned her for it. She hadn't spoken to them since.
On January 12, 1987, Jamie gave birth to a beautiful, cherub-like baby girl. Although it should have been a happy day for Lyndon and Jamie, it was not. Lyndon, of course, had been hoping for the opposite gender, and he hadn't gotten his way. He remained quiet and shut up while Jamie was recovering in the hospital. He wanted nothing to do with the child, which Jamie had named Kinsey-Marie.
After being released from the hospital, Jamie reluctantly took a cab back to her house. She was greeted by an angry Lyndon who took one look at the baby and told Jamie to put her upstairs. She did as she was told, and it took much longer than expected. When she returned downstairs, she saw Lyndon in his arm chair, passed out. He was trashed beyond belief.
Seeing this as an escape, she quickly grabbed the baby and left, hopping on a plane to her parents' house.
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Growing up without a father was never hard. Sure, Kinsey was always curious, but left her mother alone. Jamie clearly didn't like talking about him. Then, one day, on Kinsey's 10th birthday, a man, lean and handsome, arrived at her door. He wore a kind expression, though it was clearly fake. She had called her mother to the door and seeing her mother's face when she looked at the man must have been the scariest memory for Kinsey.
After Kinsey had turned 7, her and Jamie had moved out of Jamie's parents' house, to a small apartment in East Connecticut.
Lyndon killed Jamie that day, and took Kinsey with him back to San Jose, California. Before that day, Kinsey had always been your happy little kid, hopes and dreams never-ending. Upon meeting her father, though, she had been taught a whole different way to look at life. Her father's nicknames for her included scum, white trash, and sugar, when he was feeling lonely or sex-deprived.
Kinsey was never raped by him, though she came close to it. Someone had apparently called child services on him, because they came that same day. That night, all hell broke loose. There was abuse, yelling, and eventually death. She's quite upset to say that her father was killed in a much less gruesome way than her mother was, though he deserved ten times worse. She was 17 when he was killed.
Kinsey was moved in with her grandparents, who gratefully took her. Maggie and John Rose had taken her mother back, and they were truly sweet people. By now, Kinsey was a changed person. She was quiet, reclusive, angry, and truly a sad, lost, little girl. The first chance she got when she turned 18, she took a big advantage of her new, adult powers and moved as far away from the States as possible. She ended up in the bahamas. She's still there today.
MODEL:
kate bosworth
SAMPLE POST:[/blockquote]
What was the real definition of love? There wasn’t an actual definition set in stone for it. Krista had once known what it meant, and it was unexplainable. Now, she didn’t even like to think of the word. It made her wince, to think back when she lived in another world, another time, when she had been happy. Her happiness was now at an inhumanly level. She rarely smiled her real, bright, amused smile anymore. No, not since the accident. Instead, she smiled rarely, an on the rare occasion, it was fake, her now dull eyes no longer lit up, nor did her face beam like it used to. She was a mess, and she had no one to blame but herself for it.
She raked her hair back with her hand and took another sip of the plain martini that sat on the wooden bar in front of her. She didn’t look up, nor did she turn around when she heard another body sit down a few seats to the side of her. It had been one long night so far. School, drama, that wasn’t the half of it. She was always usually publicly humiliated, and even so, she somehow managed to keep her position as the popular, pretty, carefree girl gone bad. Today had been bad and beyond. She had been, once again, reminded that even though her life might seem perfect, at least it wasn’t someone else who had lost their fiancé. As if she really needed any reminding. She had been stung by the thought that someone could even say that to her. She was flawed beyond repair, everyone knew that. She didn’t need any reminding how she was a screw-up and a failure to everyone around her.
She sighed and stirred her drink, her expression containing nothing but boredom. It was impossible to think that at that minute, millions of thoughts were going through her head, all about one thing in particular. James.
She finally looked up and acknowledged the other person sitting at the bar, giving him a quick look-over. Living up to her name was easy; it was what she was known for around Faith. Wanting to live up to it, on the other hand, was hard. It was too late to turn back, she was who she was, and as much as she wanted and tried to change, it was an impossible task to complete. She was already back into her alcohol and drug problems, and she’d only been back in San Francisco for two weeks. She didn’t have enough emotional strength to change. It was a major weakness on her part.
She turned to face the stranger, cocking her head to the side in a sort of cutesy way, an unreadable smile playing across her pale, pink lips. She recognized this boy from school, he was new. It was time he knew what she was about, like everybody else. “Hi, you go to Faith Academy, right?” She asked him in her slightly raspy tone, though it sounded lovely, nonetheless. She moved over a couple of seats so that she was sitting next to him, her thin hand dragging the martini with her. She crossed a too-thin leg over the other, giving him a nice view of her leg and thigh as her denim mini skirt rode up on her leg. As always, she was dressed to “impress.” Aside from the dangerously short skirt were the black Hype pumps, and a revealing baby doll top that showed her cleavage, or lack, thereof. Her blonde tresses hung around her slightly angular face. She was easy, and not just on the eyes.
As she awaited his answer, she toyed with a strand of her bleach blonde hair while the flirtatious smile remained on her facet.[/sup][/color]
