Post by kat on Dec 23, 2009 15:07:26 GMT -7
† Kat - Amy - Mendarez †
[/center]† General Information †
Full Name: Kat Amy Mendarez
Nicknames: None
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Age: 25
Age they appear: 16
Orientation: Straight
Health Problems: Paranoid
† Personality †
Basic Personality: Kat is a very quiet girl. She is stubborn tho, and easy to get into a fight with. Something as simple as hitting on her would get her mad, and she would most likely set that person up to be her next feed. Kat is a pretty girl and sometimes uses her looks to get her feed for the night, however she would never let anyone get close to touching her past the panties. Kat likes to start by planning things out, but often ends it with her fists. She can start out with a plan, but needs to concentrate hard to see it all the way thru. She is a smart girl; she may like a good fight, but she doesn't like much attention from it. Kat has a soft spot for animals tho, and even tho she lives in a small apartment, she will often bring home strays until she can find them a good home.
Likes:
†Cats
†Blood
†Art
†Music
†Cold
Hates:
†Stupid People
†Animal Abusers
†Heat
†Crowds
†Judgment
Talents:
†Drawing
†Fighting
†Animal Care
†Bass
†Writing
Habits:
†Excessive violence
†Cold to others
†Distant
†Always puts herself down
†Sarcastic
† Appearance †
Skin Color: Very Pale
Hair Color: Black (long, straight, side bangs)
Eye Color: Green
Build: Short
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: Very long scratch marks down her back / Lip Ring / Tongue Peirced / Two earring peircings on each ear / Cartlidge peircing on her right ear
Choice of Clothing: Usually black and white; Kat likes to wear black jeans and white tank tops. Sometimes she adds in bracelets, vests, and suspenders. Usually wears a long black trench coat over top of everything.
† History †
History: Kat was born a vamp by her two loving parents. She was a smart child, but her species was kept a secret from her. The blood she needed to survive was slipped to her in drinks, and her parents had her home schooled. Kat wondered why she never got to play outside during the day, and why she was up during the night. In stories that she had read, children were never up all night just to sleep during the day.
Her parents weren't average vampires either; they were hired killers. Each night they would go out while Kat was being taught, and came home before the teacher left. They would always pull up to the back of the house tho. It was unusual to Kat, but she was told to never watch her parents when they came home.
One might, however, the teacher had finished teaching Kat (who was at the time only 7) early and decided to ply hide and seek with her. The Teacher started to count, and Kat ran upstairs to the back window in the attic. She sat quietly, waiting for her parents to pull up.
Within five minutes of Kat waiting, her parents drove in. They back up near the edge of their property and popped the trunk. Her mother, Janice, got out in a very proper manner with a hurried look on her face. Kat's father, Daniel, got out and moved quickly to the rear of car. He dug a shallow hole as quickly as possible, and reached into the trunk. His hand came out holding a smaller shovel tightly in his hand. It had some sort of white powder on it. Kat wondered what it was as her father sprinkled it along the bottom of the hole he had dug.
Now her father bent into the trunk, and struggled with something wrapped up in a blanket. Daniel turned to the hole, and let go, only holding onto the blanket. It was only a flash of an image, but Kat felt a shiver go up her spine as a limp, lifeless body of an older man fell into the grave.
She ran out, accusing wildly at her parents. They had to confess to everything. Kat knew the secret of how she was a vampire. She had read about them in books, but never thought they were real, let alone be one herself. It was a surprise, but she did not see it as a bad thing.
A year later, Kat was playing outside on a Saturday night, swinging on the tree swing out in front of her house. She was now drinking blood straight, and enjoying it too. A large, red pickup truck pulled into the drive way. Kat only watched the 5 people get out and walk up to the front porch to ring the doorbell. Kat stared at them, but they gave her no attention.
Janice had answered the door, and with one horrified look on her face, attempted to slam it again. Kat perked up, unsure of what to do. What seemed to be the leader of the five men almost snarled at her and kicked the door in. Kat heard a thud as her mother fell to the ground. She ran to assist her, but one of the men grabbed Kat and held her back.
The man holding Kat made her watch as the other four men burst thru the door. By now Daniel had came into the front hall of the house and was yelled over what was happening. The four men changed and contorted, into what Kat thought were, big dogs. She cried and screamed as they ripped her parents apart.
When they were done, the man holding Kat threw her up against the house. One of the men walking by scratched her down her back, leaving big deep gashes. Kat cried and curled herself up into a ball. The four men that had changed into dogs changed back into humans. They laughed maniacally, got back into their pickup and drove off.
Kat crawled on the bloodstained carpet and past the spattered walls. She sobbed as she picked up the phone and called her teacher; it was the only number she knew.
For years, Kat was then put thru foster home after foster home. Her teacher visited her every once and a while to feed her as the foster homes were regular humans. She always had such a difficult time fitting in because she refused to out during the day. When an argument over something like that occurred, her Teacher would always move her.
Kat ran away from it all when she was 14 after a foster home dad tried to touch her. She had matured faster then a regular human, and found a job to support herself.
Mother/Father: Daniel Mendarez / Janice Mendarez
Siblings: None
Offspring: None
Other:
† RP example †
This is just a more descriptive version of part of Kat's History. This will be about when she was placed into a sexually abusive foster family and ran away.
Kat looked out of the window of her teacher's sadly. This would be, by Kat's count, the 23rd time she had to switch foster homes. No one wanted to take her on fully. Kat was old enough now to know it was partially her fault, tho. She refused to go outside. Teacher understood tho. Kat wished she could just move in with Teacher. But that wasn't possible. Teacher led a far too busy life style for Kat to grow up properly. Or at least, thats what she told Kat every time she asked.
The small red car came to a slow halt in front of a narrow red bricked house. Kat got out of the car and opened the trunk to get out her suitcase. It was large, but it was the only bag she needed besides her purse. Kat and her Teacher walked up the sidewalk to the front of the house and knocked on the door.
An older man in his mid thirties answered the door. Him had a friendly smile, and thick brown hair. His eyes were a deep blue, and he had a muscular build. Kat eyed him, watching his gestures and movements carefully. He had a friendly smile, but Kat was very suspicious of any new person.
"Hello there! You must be Kat!" he spoke with a loud, almost overpowering, voice", Ï'm Dave, your new foster father." He looked around. Ïit's awfully dark out."
Kat's Teacher stepped in. "Uh, yes, sorry we're late. Its a terrible habit of mine." the teacher and Dave had a small conversation about Kat.
"I will be back here in a couple days for her schooling. Goodbye Kat. You know the number if you want to call me."
Kat wrapped her arms around her Teacher, and squeezed tightly. She did not wish for her to leave. This was always her least favorite part. She watched her Teacher pull away, now feeling very alone.
Kat felt a hand clamp down on her shoulder. "Well then, shall I give you the grand tour?"Dave had a big goofy smile on his face. He still made Kat feel nervous.
She nodded and followed Dave around the house. He showed her the rec room, wine cellar, and spare bedroom in the basement, and then the kitchen, living room and their rooms on the main floor. Kat may have thought that he made her feel nervous, but he had a beautiful home.
"I had decided that this house needed something. A family. I've lived alone here for 5 years. It was time for a change." Dave spoke quietly. He chuckled and brought Kat to her room.
Quickly, he took Kat's things from her and put them neatly in the corner of the room. Kat walked over and sat down on her bed, neatly made with a purple comforter. She glanced out the window near her bed. There were a few kids playing road hockey on the street in front of the house.
Dave had got down in front of Kat, kneeling and looking onto her all over. She was slightly creeped out to see him looking over every inch of her body.
"You know, Kat..." Dave put both of his hands on either side of Kat and stood up, bending over her slightly. "When I was looking over the pictures for kids to foster, yours stood out the most." One of his hands moved over her right leg.
Kat cringed and pushed it away. 'This couldn't be happening. I've only heard rumors! There is no way!' she thought.
"Kat, there is something about you..."His other hand reached up and wrapped around Kat's neck, slamming her down onto the bed. His head lowered to her neck, lips rubbing up against it softly. "...that makes me crave your taste."
Kat kicked at Dave and struggled against his force. The rest of his body lowered onto hers. He opened his mouth to expose two very long fangs that pressed against her neck. He pushed at her jeans, and rocked his hips against himself. She screamed and he pulled up on her hips even more. Dave moved another hand up and held onto her breasts tightly, squeezing them hardly. He slid his hand up her shirt, attempting to get more of a feel..
Kat struggled and screamed more. "Stop! What the fuck do you think your doing?!"Kat got her foot in between Dave and herself, and kicked hard right on his package. He yelled, enraged, and moved back to wards Kat. She jumped out of the way.
"You little bitch!" He held onto himself in pain. "You should be fucking grateful! I give you a house and somewhere to sleep in your own god damned room! I'm not asking for much in return!"
Kat hissed at him, her fangs now exposed to. She felt his against her neck and put two and two together. He wasn't looking for any sort of kiss, he was looking for the taste of blood. "Watch who your messing with, you fucking pervert!"
Kat pulled a knife out of her pocket. She lunged at him, aiming low so she could cut up the bottom of his ankle. Dave fell over in pain, screaming at her. Kat stood above him defensively, holding the bloody knife in her hand. She raised it to her mouth, and licked it off. "Goodbye!"
Kat raised her foot and kicked him across the face. Blood spatter went up the wall. She grabbed her suitcase and purse, then ran out of the house. She was crying a lot, scared at what could have happened. 'That's it, no more of this foster home bullshit!'
In her mind, Kat made up plans of her own. Get job in a big city, move into a small apartment, and get extra money from the people she fed off of. It sounded amazing to her, and she started her plans right away...
† Let's talk about you †
Name: *Kitty!
Other Characters: None yet.. But I'd really like to get a subplot going with Kat! Hopefully one that includes the werewolf that killed her parents!
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