Post by ♠Karma Bradshaw♠ on Mar 14, 2007 9:55:20 GMT -5
NAME: Karma Nina Bradshaw
AGE: 22
GENDER: Female
DESCRIPTION:
First off Karma never looks 'average', she doesn't even believe you should blend and she does indeed stand out where ever she seems to walk off to. People tell her she looks a great deal like her mother, and not really like her father. Which at times can rub her the wrong way. Karma has light blonde hair that reaches her shoulders. Her hair is usually worn down and straightened. But in the morning if she feels like doing something with it, she might place it in a simple cute up-do. She doesn't over do it on make-up, because. Well she doesn't need it. A little mascara here and lip gloss there she's fine for the day. She has never really been into make-up and she isn't going to start any time soon. Plus, she doesn't want to look like a 25-cent hooker. The expression her mother would say if she saw someone with to much on.
Karma has piercing blue eyes, which always have a glint of ' I know something you don't'. And there not just simply blue, they are very blue. People tell her that is one of her greatest features and she believes so too. She has long eyelashes the only problem is that they don't curl. The reason for the mascara it helps her out. She has full lips, which she keeps glossed. Not overly glossed, just enough. She doesn't want to look like she’s been eating something greasy or something like that.
Karma has two tattoos. One of them is on her hip, three stars in blue she got it for her 16th birthday. She has love written across her wrist. Karma has four piercing. Two in each ear and her belly button. On a good day you could find Karma dressed somewhat covered up. Some jeans that hugs her curves and a top that just shows a little bit of cleavage. Now night time that’s a totally different story. She could be seen wearing anything from a simple but sexy black dress to a mini and a blouse. Her friends say she has a bi-polar fashion sense, but she just doesn't want to be so predictable in her wardrobe. Can you blame her?? Something you well always see her wear is her gold heart necklace her father gave to her before he died. She'll never leave home with out it.
I'm not saying that Karma is perfect [or am I??]. She does have her scars. Though she covers them up with make-up, she didn't always have it easy and she had to fight for what was hers. She didn't always when...many of her scars coming from blades or razors. When she was in High School kids took fighting to the extreme and Karma was more then likely you would find finishing off something. If it was for a friend or someone just tried her, she got a few punches, swings and cuts in too.
PERSONALITY:
Trying to figure out Karma Bradshaw is virtually impossible. Only her siblings and less than a handful of others ever really know exactly who she is behind her tough demeanor; perhaps because of her inability to become very close anyone, for the fear that she might lose them. She doesn’t come off as very introverted or socially inept, but her fear of intimacy stops her from gaining many close friends or becoming romantically involved. With people she knows, she can be friendly, relaxed, and generally extroverted although she’s very cautious and stops herself from getting too attached, for the aforementioned reasons. The reasoning she only has a few close friends and even at times she can't share everything with them.
She has natural leadership skills that could put revered figures to shame. In combination with her leadership skills, she also has an aptitude for logical thinking – tactics, strategy, you name it. Despite being so passionate, she can be very calculating and precise, wanting everything to be just right. She’s extremely righteous and passionate, another aspect which she has to keep in check. She always had a thing for the underdog; she despises those who oppress others because they’re weaker, or a minority.
Karma is very tough with everything she's been through its a wonder how she can keep her head on the way she does. So something she can be a rebel or proactive or ruthless. That just comes with the package and if you can't handle that then why is she wasting her time talking to you.
Karma enjoys the company of men, call her a whore if you will but she doesn't go sleeping around with every man she thinks is hot. If she thinks he's worthwhile and good to keep around she won't sleep with him at all. [Not very logical] She just thinks that sex ruins everything if you want to start a relationship with her, which is hard anyone with the walls she's built. She just wants that one guy that can come and make them all fall. Make her feel worthwhile. Is that to bad??
Karma is a bit of a dare devil to, don't ever tell her she won't do something because she will. There has been times where they had to call the fire department to get her out of some trouble or her friends had to follow her to the police station to bail her out of jail. You will always find her with a smile on her face though, and her cheeks red. Probably from laughing so much.
HISTORY:
Karma was born to Rummer and Lorance Bradshaw. A young couple trying to start off there marriage. Karma was unexpected and they didn't know her mother was pregnant until she was in her fifth month. Maybe her mother didn't want to believe it, Karma doesn't really know. She was born on a stormy night in University hospital, her mother was in labor for a good 12 hours but she couldn't help but smile when her child enter the world.
Karma wasn't born into a rich family. Her dad was a struggling photographer and her mother was an inspiring model. Who had to give up her dream to raise her daughter. Going back to school so she could get a degree in communications. Karma grew fast and at the age of seven Karma was tougher then most kids. Yeah, the pretty girl lived in the ghetto and it wasn't unusual to find her walking through 'Dead Man Alley' or playing double Dutch with some of her friends. They couldn't afford to buy her many toys, so she was always outside. Walking home from school one day, it was early release but no one came to pick her up. Opening the door she found her mother kissing another man, and him paying her. That’s when she found out her mother was whore and liar. She does one thing and says another. Rummer pleaded with Karma not to say anything to her father, trying to bribe her with money but Karma just ended up slapping her hand and slamming the door to her room.
Her father was a good man, he didn't expect anything. He would ask her where she got all these nice purses and jewelry from, and Rummer would lie to his face saying she won bingo or some crap like that. Karma would make some slick comment about something and laugh. Her mother shooting her a look of pure hate and she shot one right back. A smart and witty seven year old pulling her mothers strings.
Her teen years she went to the public school in Chicago close to her house. It showed that her mother and father were having problems, things got bad when one day her father walked in on her. He went ballistic and threw all her things out the window and told her to leave. She did and it seemed like she didn't care that she ran her marriage into the ground; or that she lost her daughter she just waved good-bye. Leaving. Karma wasn't exactly made but her dad just became pitiful. Her went to work, came home and drank himself to sleep. It was a sad site, while she had to go to school and fight for her life. You couldn't even look at the person the wrong way, it was asking for a fight.
High School and she little miss popular. She had a strong Chicago accent, and an attitude to match. You could always find her with her group, chewing on gum and skipping class. It wasn't until her senior year until she got serious because she thought she was going to fail. Everything changed that year. Coming home to an empty house, she thought her father went out. Bringing her current boyfriend home, they tiptoed to her room. Only a few minutes of making out on her bed, her father opened the door. The yelling, the names you could see how hurt Karma was. As her boyfriend slipped away and she was left alone with the mad man. The night he beat her, he didn't care which way he was swinging or what part of his body he was hitting. It was like he was a completely different man. When he was done he called her by her mothers name, and she barely whispered 'I'm Karma daddy'. Looking at his poor little girl, made tears come to his eyes as he ran out of her room and got into his car. Driving off into the darkness. Karma tried her best to clean herself up, but it really wasn't any use and she would have to wait for the bruises to heal themselves. Her father didn't come home that night or the next day. The next after-noon that police showed up at their door, telling her that her father had died in a car accident. Blaming herself for letting him go out, they asked if there was someone she could call and she had no one else but her mother. Her mother wrote from time to time, and luckily she stayed in one place long enough for her to reach her,
Her mother came back to live with her. Karma was an emotional wreck and seemed like she was going to have a break down any day. At the funeral to her surprise she found out that her mother and father were still married before he died. He never had the heart to sign any of the papers. Her mother just sat cold and silent, while Karma excused herself to the bathroom where she cried for most of the ceremony, until she had to give a speech. After the will was read and she mother sat with her eyes wide in hope to get some money. Her father did leave her something, the house but most of everything else he left to Karma. Money for her to live and towards college. He had been saving for her the whole time. And those years living in the ghetto didn't seem to bother her.
She moved out of the house, her mother still was a whore and she didn't want anything to do with her. After graduating she packed her bags and left Chicago. Leaving for college and a new life.
PICTURE:
MODEL: Elisha Cuthbert
SAMPLE POST:
The cloak of the darkness engulfed the girls body as she slunk down the side of the building, her hands resting on the cold cement underneath her, her bloodshot eyes staring out at the cement in front of her. A bitterly cold wind swept past her, her small body shaking immediately from the blast of the cold wind. The small black shirt polka dotted with white didn’t help the matter any as she tugged her arms around her legs, pulling them right against her chest, her head dropping to the top of her knees. Flashbacks came to her mind of the night before, the blood, the pain, the fear.She hesitantly picked her small form up, the dried blood cracking in places and falling to the ground. Her pale arms were littered with cuts, not from herself but from what had happened. Her black pants stuck to her thighs, pinned down by the blood that had soaked through the material of them, clinging to the large gashes on her thighs. Mocha pools shifted around the hospital parking lot, trying to find a chance to run away from the building that she had escaped from before they tried helping her any.
The sight of a large black pickup truck stopping in front of her caught her attention quite clearly. Seeing one of her old foster brothers in the drivers seat she quickly climbed into the cab of the truck, immediately being greeted with a blast of heated air. Causing her to get warm shivers shooting through her spine. She looked at Taylor, her eyes searching his face as he looked at her, looking at the cuts and bruises appearing on her skin. She forced a small fake smile trying to convince him that she was okay, that she would be fine. He simply shook his head, watching her, not believing what he saw in front of him. Finally he started the large black truck, making sure Kellay was covered in his jacket and buckled up before he backed out of the hospital parking lot. Heading towards the house that was his now.
She knew later he would ask questions, but all she wanted to do at that moment was rest. Get some sleep, get out of the cold. She couldn't even remember the last time she closed her eyes just for a few minutes. In feear that he may come again. Come and get her. Taylor said nothing on the way home, but she wished he would. She wished he would say anything. The look in his face sent fear running through her body. She knew Taylor, she knew what he was capable of. She knew that the man who did this to her wasn't safe. She didn't care about his safety really. More so for Taylor. She didn't want him going to jail trying to defend her. She knew she needed to get some back bone and try to fight herself. Or at least carry around as baseball bat or something.
"Will you say something please..anything",she begged. Looking out the window, then back at him.
AGE: 22
GENDER: Female
DESCRIPTION:
First off Karma never looks 'average', she doesn't even believe you should blend and she does indeed stand out where ever she seems to walk off to. People tell her she looks a great deal like her mother, and not really like her father. Which at times can rub her the wrong way. Karma has light blonde hair that reaches her shoulders. Her hair is usually worn down and straightened. But in the morning if she feels like doing something with it, she might place it in a simple cute up-do. She doesn't over do it on make-up, because. Well she doesn't need it. A little mascara here and lip gloss there she's fine for the day. She has never really been into make-up and she isn't going to start any time soon. Plus, she doesn't want to look like a 25-cent hooker. The expression her mother would say if she saw someone with to much on.
Karma has piercing blue eyes, which always have a glint of ' I know something you don't'. And there not just simply blue, they are very blue. People tell her that is one of her greatest features and she believes so too. She has long eyelashes the only problem is that they don't curl. The reason for the mascara it helps her out. She has full lips, which she keeps glossed. Not overly glossed, just enough. She doesn't want to look like she’s been eating something greasy or something like that.
Karma has two tattoos. One of them is on her hip, three stars in blue she got it for her 16th birthday. She has love written across her wrist. Karma has four piercing. Two in each ear and her belly button. On a good day you could find Karma dressed somewhat covered up. Some jeans that hugs her curves and a top that just shows a little bit of cleavage. Now night time that’s a totally different story. She could be seen wearing anything from a simple but sexy black dress to a mini and a blouse. Her friends say she has a bi-polar fashion sense, but she just doesn't want to be so predictable in her wardrobe. Can you blame her?? Something you well always see her wear is her gold heart necklace her father gave to her before he died. She'll never leave home with out it.
I'm not saying that Karma is perfect [or am I??]. She does have her scars. Though she covers them up with make-up, she didn't always have it easy and she had to fight for what was hers. She didn't always when...many of her scars coming from blades or razors. When she was in High School kids took fighting to the extreme and Karma was more then likely you would find finishing off something. If it was for a friend or someone just tried her, she got a few punches, swings and cuts in too.
PERSONALITY:
Trying to figure out Karma Bradshaw is virtually impossible. Only her siblings and less than a handful of others ever really know exactly who she is behind her tough demeanor; perhaps because of her inability to become very close anyone, for the fear that she might lose them. She doesn’t come off as very introverted or socially inept, but her fear of intimacy stops her from gaining many close friends or becoming romantically involved. With people she knows, she can be friendly, relaxed, and generally extroverted although she’s very cautious and stops herself from getting too attached, for the aforementioned reasons. The reasoning she only has a few close friends and even at times she can't share everything with them.
She has natural leadership skills that could put revered figures to shame. In combination with her leadership skills, she also has an aptitude for logical thinking – tactics, strategy, you name it. Despite being so passionate, she can be very calculating and precise, wanting everything to be just right. She’s extremely righteous and passionate, another aspect which she has to keep in check. She always had a thing for the underdog; she despises those who oppress others because they’re weaker, or a minority.
Karma is very tough with everything she's been through its a wonder how she can keep her head on the way she does. So something she can be a rebel or proactive or ruthless. That just comes with the package and if you can't handle that then why is she wasting her time talking to you.
Karma enjoys the company of men, call her a whore if you will but she doesn't go sleeping around with every man she thinks is hot. If she thinks he's worthwhile and good to keep around she won't sleep with him at all. [Not very logical] She just thinks that sex ruins everything if you want to start a relationship with her, which is hard anyone with the walls she's built. She just wants that one guy that can come and make them all fall. Make her feel worthwhile. Is that to bad??
Karma is a bit of a dare devil to, don't ever tell her she won't do something because she will. There has been times where they had to call the fire department to get her out of some trouble or her friends had to follow her to the police station to bail her out of jail. You will always find her with a smile on her face though, and her cheeks red. Probably from laughing so much.
HISTORY:
Karma was born to Rummer and Lorance Bradshaw. A young couple trying to start off there marriage. Karma was unexpected and they didn't know her mother was pregnant until she was in her fifth month. Maybe her mother didn't want to believe it, Karma doesn't really know. She was born on a stormy night in University hospital, her mother was in labor for a good 12 hours but she couldn't help but smile when her child enter the world.
Karma wasn't born into a rich family. Her dad was a struggling photographer and her mother was an inspiring model. Who had to give up her dream to raise her daughter. Going back to school so she could get a degree in communications. Karma grew fast and at the age of seven Karma was tougher then most kids. Yeah, the pretty girl lived in the ghetto and it wasn't unusual to find her walking through 'Dead Man Alley' or playing double Dutch with some of her friends. They couldn't afford to buy her many toys, so she was always outside. Walking home from school one day, it was early release but no one came to pick her up. Opening the door she found her mother kissing another man, and him paying her. That’s when she found out her mother was whore and liar. She does one thing and says another. Rummer pleaded with Karma not to say anything to her father, trying to bribe her with money but Karma just ended up slapping her hand and slamming the door to her room.
Her father was a good man, he didn't expect anything. He would ask her where she got all these nice purses and jewelry from, and Rummer would lie to his face saying she won bingo or some crap like that. Karma would make some slick comment about something and laugh. Her mother shooting her a look of pure hate and she shot one right back. A smart and witty seven year old pulling her mothers strings.
Her teen years she went to the public school in Chicago close to her house. It showed that her mother and father were having problems, things got bad when one day her father walked in on her. He went ballistic and threw all her things out the window and told her to leave. She did and it seemed like she didn't care that she ran her marriage into the ground; or that she lost her daughter she just waved good-bye. Leaving. Karma wasn't exactly made but her dad just became pitiful. Her went to work, came home and drank himself to sleep. It was a sad site, while she had to go to school and fight for her life. You couldn't even look at the person the wrong way, it was asking for a fight.
High School and she little miss popular. She had a strong Chicago accent, and an attitude to match. You could always find her with her group, chewing on gum and skipping class. It wasn't until her senior year until she got serious because she thought she was going to fail. Everything changed that year. Coming home to an empty house, she thought her father went out. Bringing her current boyfriend home, they tiptoed to her room. Only a few minutes of making out on her bed, her father opened the door. The yelling, the names you could see how hurt Karma was. As her boyfriend slipped away and she was left alone with the mad man. The night he beat her, he didn't care which way he was swinging or what part of his body he was hitting. It was like he was a completely different man. When he was done he called her by her mothers name, and she barely whispered 'I'm Karma daddy'. Looking at his poor little girl, made tears come to his eyes as he ran out of her room and got into his car. Driving off into the darkness. Karma tried her best to clean herself up, but it really wasn't any use and she would have to wait for the bruises to heal themselves. Her father didn't come home that night or the next day. The next after-noon that police showed up at their door, telling her that her father had died in a car accident. Blaming herself for letting him go out, they asked if there was someone she could call and she had no one else but her mother. Her mother wrote from time to time, and luckily she stayed in one place long enough for her to reach her,
Her mother came back to live with her. Karma was an emotional wreck and seemed like she was going to have a break down any day. At the funeral to her surprise she found out that her mother and father were still married before he died. He never had the heart to sign any of the papers. Her mother just sat cold and silent, while Karma excused herself to the bathroom where she cried for most of the ceremony, until she had to give a speech. After the will was read and she mother sat with her eyes wide in hope to get some money. Her father did leave her something, the house but most of everything else he left to Karma. Money for her to live and towards college. He had been saving for her the whole time. And those years living in the ghetto didn't seem to bother her.
She moved out of the house, her mother still was a whore and she didn't want anything to do with her. After graduating she packed her bags and left Chicago. Leaving for college and a new life.
PICTURE:
MODEL: Elisha Cuthbert
SAMPLE POST:
The cloak of the darkness engulfed the girls body as she slunk down the side of the building, her hands resting on the cold cement underneath her, her bloodshot eyes staring out at the cement in front of her. A bitterly cold wind swept past her, her small body shaking immediately from the blast of the cold wind. The small black shirt polka dotted with white didn’t help the matter any as she tugged her arms around her legs, pulling them right against her chest, her head dropping to the top of her knees. Flashbacks came to her mind of the night before, the blood, the pain, the fear.She hesitantly picked her small form up, the dried blood cracking in places and falling to the ground. Her pale arms were littered with cuts, not from herself but from what had happened. Her black pants stuck to her thighs, pinned down by the blood that had soaked through the material of them, clinging to the large gashes on her thighs. Mocha pools shifted around the hospital parking lot, trying to find a chance to run away from the building that she had escaped from before they tried helping her any.
The sight of a large black pickup truck stopping in front of her caught her attention quite clearly. Seeing one of her old foster brothers in the drivers seat she quickly climbed into the cab of the truck, immediately being greeted with a blast of heated air. Causing her to get warm shivers shooting through her spine. She looked at Taylor, her eyes searching his face as he looked at her, looking at the cuts and bruises appearing on her skin. She forced a small fake smile trying to convince him that she was okay, that she would be fine. He simply shook his head, watching her, not believing what he saw in front of him. Finally he started the large black truck, making sure Kellay was covered in his jacket and buckled up before he backed out of the hospital parking lot. Heading towards the house that was his now.
She knew later he would ask questions, but all she wanted to do at that moment was rest. Get some sleep, get out of the cold. She couldn't even remember the last time she closed her eyes just for a few minutes. In feear that he may come again. Come and get her. Taylor said nothing on the way home, but she wished he would. She wished he would say anything. The look in his face sent fear running through her body. She knew Taylor, she knew what he was capable of. She knew that the man who did this to her wasn't safe. She didn't care about his safety really. More so for Taylor. She didn't want him going to jail trying to defend her. She knew she needed to get some back bone and try to fight herself. Or at least carry around as baseball bat or something.
"Will you say something please..anything",she begged. Looking out the window, then back at him.
