Post by kara on Jul 16, 2011 10:35:46 GMT -5
KARAZOEWHITFIELD !
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RAINBOW SHIRTS RIBBED IN ACID LOVE
[/color]OUR LIVES ARE RIBBED IN PLASTIC LOVE, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU
SHE LOVED ME TOO, HERE I AM, HERE I AM, IT'S NOT JUST YOU, SHE LOVED ME TOO
HERE I AM, HERE I AM, GONNA TAKE YOU[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
nicknames: KZ; Karly; Zoe; Blondie.
birthday: September 26th, 1987
gender: Female.
role: College Student.
sexuality: Bisexual.
played by: Kristen Anne Bell.[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
Kara is petite; that’s one thing that most people would first notice upon laying their eyes on this young and energetic woman. She stands merely on the edge of five foot two, often causing her to become almost invisible amongst the crowd of well-built and tall students, and weighs less than one hundred and twenty three five pounds. Her hair is long and cascaded down past her shoulders; encased by natural golden color, and frequently left prim, though when lazy, she would loose some rather disheveled curls out. One of the most striking features of Kara Whitfield lands on her eye, those bright blue orbs that are quite captivating to most people who dares enough to gaze into them, seemingly unveiling unbearable innocence and energy. Her fashion taste could perhaps be deemed as awfully casual. Kara isn’t too big on fancy clothing and dressing, constantly opting for something less than formal; t-shirts, ripped-denim jeans, and sneakers. In spite of this she still knows when, and how to dress properly.
personality:
Child trapped in a young woman’s figure; that is, perhaps, one way to describe Miss Kara Whitfield. She’s a firecracker, her behavior always pumped with never-ending enthuism and her movements are amusingly clumsy as a joyful who’s just received their Christmas presents. She is confident, she loves to banter, messing and conversing around, even with some strangers. She cherises and starves for some good fun, an adrenaline junkie at heart, seeking mostly for exciting thrills – even if it means involving herself into major trouble. This blue-eyed woman is often seen bustling around, socializing with numerous group of people and yearning for their attention, which perhaps could be viewed as an irritating trait to some, though she’s never been the one to fret about what’d people think of her. She adores attention, she loves to be a shining spotlight. Kara posseses a deep passion for literatures, mostly classics, often times when she’s in dire need of slight solitude she’d pull back and find a library, drowning herself down as her eyes begin to swallow those perfectly-written sentences and stories. One of her many aspirations is to become a successful writer, aiming to entertain her crowd with fascinating tales and captivating literacy. Besides classics, Kara also enjoys subtle reading such as comics, Marvel being her favored franchise, and videogaming; she owns her very own 360 and a Wii that she often buries and carries around within her messenger bags.
likes: Literatures. Fun. Sky-Diving. Oceans. Sharks. Partying. Drinking. Francis Scott Fitzgerald. Shakespeare. X-Box. Assassin Creed series. Heroes. Comics. Superpowers. Gadgets. Boys. Girls. Confidence. Jokes. Music. Attention. Sarcasm. Being in control. Chocolates. Frozen Grapes.
dislikes: Hard studies. Tensed situations. Homophobes. Earthquakes. Storms. Pessimists. Cheaters. Poorly written literatures. Overly girly girls. Insults. Bugs, those with multiple legs. The feeling of being homesick. Awkwardness. Bad jokes. Politics.
strengths: Good writer. Good listener. Has a good sense of humour. Social-butterfly. Independent.
weaknesses: Attractive people. Chocolate. Smartasses. Geekily cute boys. Comics. Atrocious temper.
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TO THE END OF TOMORROW, I WILL TAKE
[/B][/color]YOU TO THE END OF MY WORLD, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO BELIEVE IN
MYSELF, I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO RELEASE MYSELF, RELEASE MYSELF
IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT ON AND ON[/center][/FONT][/SIZE]
father: Robert Dean Whitfield.
siblings: Cecillia Rae Whitfield [younger sister],
Drake Jermaine Whitfield [older brother]
significant other (s): None.
pets: None.
hometown: Los Angeles, California.[/ul][/SIZE][/FONT]
SAY, HERE I AM, IT WENT ON AND ON, IT WENT
[/B][/color]ON AND ON, LOUDER AND LOUDER, IT'LL BUILD AND FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN
TO HATE, SHE SAID HERE I AM, SHE SAID HERE I AM, LOUDER AND LOUDER IT'LL BUILD AND FADE
FADE, AND SOON YOUR LOVE WILL TURN TO HATE[/center][/FONT][/SIZE][/B]
other characters here: Nope!
best way to reach you: PM for YIM.
RP sample:
There was a soft creak emitting out of the library’s wooden entrance. Its sound was gentle and deliberate, but if one peered a head close enough, their ears would be capable of catching it floating in the air. Then, there was a pause. Spur moment coated with seconds of pause, before a blond-haired head poked its way in, followed by a pair of curious blue-colored gaze and thoughtful face, as if lost and now was in dire need of proper directions. Kara Whitfield, much to her delight, found the library to be almost empty again. There were fellow students, but merely a handful or so, passing by every corners and aisles plus one librarian whom sat stiffly on his desk. Good. Empty, good. She usually would prefer places with commotions and excitement, usually. Not today. Not in this fine, Monday afternoon. Today she wanted to read. She wanted to down herself within those fascinating literatures, undisturbed by anything, not even the softest sounds from the crickets. Most other students were either in the cafetaria, stuffing their faces and god know what else, or out minding their own businesses. It was lunch break, after all. Kara prefered to be here, her need for some good classic-reading beating down beating her hunger.
Trickles of sweat dampened on her skin, blonde locks matted subtly along, but as soon as she stepped her feet into the building, the cool air-conditioner immediately refreshed her figure. She couldn’t conceal a grin that would cause people to glance at her in wonder, as if a mentally-crazed person had just strolled in so confidently; she always loved this place. This reminded her of her old school in California; the ambiance was nearly equivalent, the wood-like, alluring scents never failing to lure her. Except Jacksonville was perhaps, more peaceful – more calming and welcoming. Something about it was different. Something that had appealed her in the first place. Chuckling, she shook off her random, rambly train of thoughts and shut the wooden door, causing another noise, a soft “thud” to erupt as she did such. With the smile remaining glued on her joyful face, Kara Whitfield stepped forward, eyes locking on the aisles – as if she were a huntress circling closer toward her first hunt. So much passion.
Trickles of sweat dampened on her skin, blonde locks matted subtly along, but as soon as she stepped her feet into the building, the cool air-conditioner immediately refreshed her figure. She couldn’t conceal a grin that would cause people to glance at her in wonder, as if a mentally-crazed person had just strolled in so confidently; she always loved this place. This reminded her of her old school in California; the ambiance was nearly equivalent, the wood-like, alluring scents never failing to lure her. Except Jacksonville was perhaps, more peaceful – more calming and welcoming. Something about it was different. Something that had appealed her in the first place. Chuckling, she shook off her random, rambly train of thoughts and shut the wooden door, causing another noise, a soft “thud” to erupt as she did such. With the smile remaining glued on her joyful face, Kara Whitfield stepped forward, eyes locking on the aisles – as if she were a huntress circling closer toward her first hunt. So much passion.
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