Post by katrina narissa wilcott on May 3, 2013 18:31:03 GMT
katrina narissa wilcott
Hey, my name is... Katrina Narissa Wilcott
But most call me... Kat, Cat, Whiskers, Kitten.
If you want to, you can label me... pansexual
I've been on this earth for... 19 years
Which means I was born... March 21st
I'm a... student
And only a... 5th year.
My eyes are... grey
And my hair is... naturally blonde, but at the moment, it's a really nice brown.
One could say... that I am literally the sexiest being to walk this earth. I'm tall, and slim, but still curvy so that I don't look like I'm on the verge of death. I have large, grey eyes that are normally wide and excited, and my hair is long and wavy. I almost always wear it down, and never bother to straighten it, seeing as I just cannot care less about how it looks. It's just got a really nice, wavy, hippie-ish vibe to it, though. Dad's forever yelling at me to get it cut. But, nope. Haha. Nope. Sorry, daddy.
I don't walk. I run. Or skip. Or animate it somehow. Because, come on. Walking is boring. If I could fly, then I most definitely would.
I'm normally seen wearing... ANYTHING. Just so longs as it clashes and/or makes me look different from others.
And I supposedly look like... Jennifer Lawrence.
All round, I'm... not the brightest button in the box, brain wise. I mean, I'm quick-witted, streetwise and sarcastic enough to get by, but I'm not exactly "book-smart". But, y'know, fuck that and everything. Smarts aren't everything. Not when I have the looks and the talent that I do have. I've been called "vain" before, but that isn't true. I just know that I look good. No harm in that. If you got it, flaunt it and all that crap.
Now for my actual personality. I love to laugh and have fun, and so will be as stupid as possible so that I can get a few good laughs and good times out of life. Life's too short for some if the shit that happens in life to get a person down. I hate to say it, but really, you only live once, so what's the point in stressing over things? Just let life carry you where it wants to go! It's nicer that way! I live by those words almost religiously, knowing that, in the scope of the whole universe, whatever happens just doesn't matter! No point in worrying about things you can't change!
Anyway. I'm really, really outgoing. I love people, and will literally seek them out. I don't like being alone, because that's generally when bad things get me down. And I don't like that. Because, well, it's just not happening. I refuse to end up like some of the other kids I've seen around this place, worrying about exams and their looks and their boyfriends/girlfriends and all that shit. I don't want to be boring. I think, as inconceivable (big word, do you like that?) as it sounds, that that's my biggest fear. Ending up alone and boring.
I love to act. Ever since I was a little girl, I was one of those girls that loved performing arts - dance, drama, music and all that - and actually signed up to club that helped me achieve my current skill level. I would day that I'm pretty good, able to change my persona at the drop of a hat. Sweetness and light one moment, ripping your throat out the next. Don't worry, though - I would never really hurt you. It's all drama. Really, I just want to laugh, have fun, make friends. That's all; I'm not here to hurt anyone.
Unless, of course, you ever get me angry. Now, there's kind of a little dark part of me that nobody sees, and nobody will ever see, if I have a say in things. Not dark as in "Oh-my-god-Voldemort-was-right-let's-kill-all-the-mudbloods", but the kind of dark that only surfaces if someone I love is hurt by someone else. It's likely that whoever hurts anyone that I love will die. And it'll be a slow and painful death, too. I'm not having my friends and family being hurt; they're all I have, really. Besides, y'know, my dashing charm and good looks.
But, overall, that never comes out. I'm normally just a funny, sweet, charming person with an incredibly sexy face. Is there any more to say? I love meeting people, and making friends. I have alotbit of a dirty mind sometimes, but that's about as bad as it gets when I'm not angry. I'm just... well. Just me, I guess. Katrina Wilcott. That is all.
I'm in love with... the sun, springtime, the outdoors, pranks, paintball, sex, cuddles and being loved.
Though I detest... winter, being judged, my dyslexia, people who can't take a joke, bitches, most green vegetables, people who are mean for no reason whatsoever, and the fact that I'm shit at magic.
But my best assets are... I'm very bubbly. Oh, and I'm an optimistic person, too.
However my worst... that I can be kind of overwhelming. And... I'm dyslexic? So I don't bother paying attention in class.
And I dream of... Maybe being able to do magic one day? Having as much fun as I possibly can in my life? I dunno, really, haven't thought about it...
My life story... Well, long story short, I was an oops baby. Admittedly. I was never supposed to happen, and I knew it. But I don't cry because I wasn't wanted. I smile because I happened. Anyway. My dad was a wizard, and my mum was a human. Meaning, of course, that there was a little half witch born! It freaked my mum and her family out no end, the fact that she'd had a drunken one night stand with a wizard and never even knew about it, so my dad tells me. She cleared off a long time ago. Oh well. Who needs her?
Apparently my dad did. Because he "loved" her. The idiot. You don't love people who call you a "freak" and "unnatural", do you? Because, we're super natural. (See what I did there? ... I know. It was horrible. I'm sorry.) Mum was just jealous that we were super and she wasn't. At least, that's what I always grew up thinking. But dad... kind of fell apart. He didn't do anything crazy, like drugs or alcohol or anything, but he was always sad and just... bleh. For pretty much my entire life, he never really paid attention to me, other than feed me, clothe me and teach me the occasional basic charm. That was it, really.
Then, I started primary school and experienced the first influx of positivity that I would in my life. All the kids were bright and happy, and were nice enough, except for the boys that would tug on the girls' hair and try to lift our skirts up. No, I punched everyone who tried stuff like that. I ended up in the head's office quite often; often enough for me and the secretary to be on a first name basis. It was a fun life, was primary school. I had some really goo times there. That's where I met Adam Maddox, right back in reception. We basically grew up together - he's like my brother now.
Anyway, I got to about the age of nine before people caught on that I had dyslexia. That was why my spelling was funny, and I couldn't read properly, and that I couldn't really do basic maths. Don't worry, I can do all those things to a reasonable standard now, but I'm just slow. That was also why my dad had trouble teaching me spells - it wasn't that I was lacking the power, it was that I was lacking the ability to understand what the latin of the spells actually meant, what it did. And, if I didn't know what it did, then how could I do it properly?
So I pretty much just gave up on school. Partied for most of my teen years. Fucked around, both metaphorically and literally. Got drunk. Did whatever the fuck I wanted to. Got into no trouble... with my father, that is. That was what pretty much convinced me that my father didn't care about me; it was just the fact that he didn't care when I did something that could have potentially gotten me killed. I reckon it's because I reminded him too much of mum - he described her a lot to me, although I just didn't want to hear it. Apparently I looked like her and behaved like her. He never said those words, but I gather that from the way he described her.
Which is actually what caused my philophobia. Another long word, that. It's the fear of falling in love. I love being loved, and loving others, but not being in love or people being in love with me. I don't want to end up like my father, unable to function, and lacking the ability to care for anyone other than themselves. I'm scared of that happening to me, because I know that it'd kill me, and that I wouldn't be me anymore.
ANYWAY. I went through school, just fucking around and doing what I liked, and then my dad finally paid attention to me long enough to find that my grades... were awful. Like literally the worst things ever. Except for Drama, Dance, Art and Music, I was failing my subjects, even getting the odd U. So, with a huge argument and a phone call, he fixed me up to live in Northvale. Fun, fun, fun. Not. A boarding school? Bleh. It didn't help that Adam moved away a few months ago, either. I was kind of lonely, so yeah. That didn't help my mood any.
So I've been here about a week, and honestly? I'm bored. I need to find people, or I will die. And I don't want to die. So yeah. That's all you need to know I think. Thank you for your attention, yhadda yhadda yhadda, I'll be here for the next however long.
I was born to... Reina Crawford and Connor Wilcott
And also live with...Adam Maddox (Brother from another mother)
My ooc name is... Chloe[/color][/blockquote]
And I've been roleplaying... Almost a year
The Secret Word is... PASSWORD ACCEPTED
