Post by macadamianut on Sept 18, 2010 9:01:26 GMT -5
How are you? Me? I'm fantastic, thanks! Lis'sen up. I'll tell you this now, it's hard for me not to get along with someone. I don't really know where exactly I draw my line, so I'mma hope you don't try looking for it yourself! Hahaha, as I'm a bit of a tree-hugger... that's what'cha get for growing up in a community built on modernizing and yet... still somehow trying to cling to the past. So, I like my nature, I also like my parties. What? I need to fill this stuff out? *sigh* Alright, give it here... I hope you can read my chicken-scratch handwriting...
Full Name: Kaiya Elenora Waratah
Nickname: Kazzah, Kai, Ellie, Creamy... whatever you want to call me, I'm fine with it.
Prefer not to be called: Unless you're calling me "Kiwi" or "Pome", I don't really care.
Favourite skill: Shifting, duh!
Favourite talent: I'm very good at making bottles of alcohol disappear... given less than an hour, depending on the occasion. Besides that, tracking and shadowing.
Least favourite skill: Secreting them animal pheromones when I'm in human state... When I'm shifted is another question, but I don't like dogs "using" my leg EVERY BLOODY TIME I'm NOT shifted... it gets... VERY uncomfortable...
Least favourite talent: I'm not too proud of my ability to just sleep wherever... It's useful, yeah, but I wake up and I can guarantee SOME PART of my body is gonna hurt for the rest of the day...
Relationships:
So, what? What kind of relations do I have with other people? I generally get along with people. But, whatever, they're asking for descriptions... Blimey, and I thought hangovers made my head hurt...!
Family members:
Mama: Gulara Waratah. I'm glad she was my mother. Understandable, she had other things to worry about other than my partying. She was always watching out for me on the family's side. She knew it didn't matter if I was ostracized by white people because I'm a creamy, but it just isn't fair if my heritage won't recognize me because of that. I love my mother so much, it was almost painful to watch her crying there when I had to leave. She knew it was for the best, if I went to my father. I mean, she wanted me to have more to my life than just... well, you know how it is in OZ, people get pretty racist--especially to heritage people. Not that I have a problem with it, but we both figured I'd get less judged if I went to America, where people won't argue whether or not I'm white or black, but they'd just see me as an Aussie. And, hey, getting into uni wouldn't be too bad either!
Papa: Larry Murrel. He's a white man, my mama says I got his nose... and his height. I don't complain about him, I'm glad he brought me to America after I finished high school, but I don't think he was looking to put into uni or anything. I think he wanted to sell me because he found out I was a shifter... Oh well, whether he actually acts like a dad or not is not the question, he IS my blood father, so I shouldn't hate him... should I?
Other mother: Joyce Evans... or, rather, Joyce Murrel...? I can't remember, but she did insist I can just call her "Joyce"... I think she would have offered "mum", too, but she knew I had a mother and she so she didn't. I like her. She's a nice, well-meaning lady. She's bright and warm, too. Granted, she's a bit sore with her being a catholic girl and me being an atheist. I don't talk to her about religion, so she's respectful to my decision. "When you're ready for Jesus, he'll be waiting..." she says. She has such a pure soul, that lady. I don't have the heart to argue with her.
Sister: Cherokee Evans. Rather, I like to call her Chezzah, but she's she a bit sore at that, so I only call her that SOMEtimes. Mostly, I call her CJ, because that's what she said I should call her. She's a bit uptight sometimes, and she HATES the fact that I drink, but all in all, she's pretty cool. She's kinda like a conscience to me, she tells me what's the lesser of two evils and all, and she's even the one to told me my dad was gonna sell us. I'm very happy to have met her. She's made it past my border of trust, but I wonder if she trusts me..?
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Friends: It's hard for me not to like a person. I have this nasty habit of always looking for reasons to like someone. But, lis'sen up. Just because I like does NOT mean I trust you. Some people don't like some of the stuff I do too much, but what the hell should I care? What? Drinking problem? Of course not! I only drink socially... and to relieve stress... and when I'm bored... SHUT. Some people eat it off, I drink it off. Have a problem with it, just tell me and I'll be glad to not drink around you.
- Rubeara "Rubi" Elaine Camden = I swear, the bus ride must have been FATE! You on the way to where we're headed? Well... you told me you don't got much family left, so why not join us? You mind if I call you Rezzah? Yes? No? YES?! FANTASTIC! I KNEW we'd get along!
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Lover(s): Now, why the bloody hell did this poof put those brackets around an 's'? They expect I'mma be in love with multiple blokes or something? Granted, if I get a girlie AND a bloke, that's a different story. But, honestly, I'm no good with solid ground. I can like you heaps on one hand, but I'm still a bit of a kid, so my eyes wander a lot. If you think I'mma stay faithful out of my own conscious effort, you either gotta be so perfect that no one can touch you (In that case, why bother with a feral like me?), or you gotta know how to keep me in line. I have my opinions on love. Love won't come to young kids, they come later, when your older... when you're at the age where you KNOW you shouldn't just be hooking up.
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If you want a spot in any of these, please tell me via PM... unless it's pretty straight-forward, then just leave a comment~ ^_^
There, done.
You got it? Crickey, I'm tired now, so I'll be off. Oh, and if Chazzah calls for me, tell her I'm getting pissed behind the Dollar shop again. Cheers!
