Post by kamma on Sept 7, 2009 19:54:13 GMT -5
Kamma Leigh Anderson
This is my life
Age
Seventeen [24]
Gender
Female
Species
Vampire
Home town
Hollywood, California
Relationship status
single
Occupation
unemployed
My strengths and Weaknessess
[-]Kamma Leigh Anderson is a young lady of many personalities that actually confuses most people or, at least, keeps people guessing. One day she could be angry at the world and everyone on its surface and the next day, be the most lovable girl on the face of the planet. Many believe she is bi-polar while others think she is just weird. Who knows? She finds enjoyment in puzzling people with her constant emotion changes which could easily be defined as weird or possibly insane.
[+]A trait of hers that will never change would be her stubbornness. This feature of Kamma may seem as if she was lazy but in reality, Kamma just hates to be told what to do and refuses to take orders from anyone she slightly dislikes. Her step-father is an example. She hates his guts for marrying her mother and every time he asks her to do a simple task, she withdraws from it quickly. It usually gets her in trouble with her teachers and classmates but, no matter how many times she has to be sent to the principle/headmaster office, she won’t drop the characteristic.
[-]She doesn’t like people eyes to be glue on her or even receive the slightest glance. It makes her nervous and uncomfortable. She not much for talk, as well. She considers conversation, somewhat, useless when used to strike up a chat about the events of their weekend or asking where they got the shirt their wear [look for it yourself]. But when Ka believes something needs to be said, she does, even if it may be used to tell something people don’t want to hear. An example would be to tell a girl her shirt is ugly or if some random kid as toilet paper on their shoes.
[+]Eager to know something or inquisitive as been used to describe Miss Anderson. In other words, Kamma Leigh is quite the curious young lady. Finding new and random discoveries excites this teenager and leaves her something to think about for the rest of the day. This characteristic often leaves her with new ideas on images to capture and possible things to look for to the coming night. Her curiosity isn’t always a good thing, however. In some cases, she finds the trait getting her in more trouble than out.
[-]Kamma is also imaginative, enjoying being engulf into fiction rather than dealing with reality and real life drama. She sometimes compares her personal experiences to movie and book plots. This sometimes leads people to believe she is a little immature and even more weird. This, though, comes in handy when dealing with art deadlines and her random photography withdraws.
Likes:
[+] music, of course
[+] photography; her camera
[+] being "in charge"
[+] photoshop
[+] video websites
[+] horror movies [old and new]
[+] neon colors, as well as dark
[+] beauty of night
[+] being alone [short periods at a time]
[+] her fathers work
Dislikes:
[-] running out of money
[-] rude and annoying people
[-] guys that constantly flirt
[-] her past
[-] the sun
[-] not being able to capture the beauty of a raising sun or a lighten world since her change
[-] lairs
[-] her step-brother and step-father
[-] not being able to be capture in film
Strengths :
[+] intelligence
[+] loyalty
[+] photography[Even if she can't be capture on film]
[+] any other form of art
[+] physical strengths[strong; eyesight; etc]
[+] night
Weaknesses
[-] stubbornness
[-] bad choice in the guys she dates
[-] sensitivity
[-] sun
[-] guys[she falls too fast and hard]
[-] going to long without blood
My History
Kamma had always been destined to hold a camera, may it be video or the ordinary photo camera. From her father, whom had been a well-known Hollywood director and produce back in his early twenties to his mid forties, to her mother, a former vogue and Seventeen photographer. She could be easily impressed by her parents and wish she could become a celebrated film producer and photographer.
On May 14, her parents had been driving home from Kamma‘s birthday shopping when a drunk big truck driver ran a stop light only a few miles from her California home. The eighteen wheeler crashed into the drivers side, instantly killing her father. Only a few scratches, caused by the broken windshield glass, remained on her mother. Instead of waking up on her eleventh birthday to the smell of a freshly made cake, Kamma sullenly made her way down her staircase to dig into one of the many casseroles her family was given. Later that day, she was to be reminded of her father’s death at his crowded visitation.
Even after her mother claimed to never love another man, she remarried Lawyer, Vincent Strong when Kamma was only thirteen. Vincent had never, and probably never will, receive the respect he wanted from his new step-daughter. She had never enjoyed the idea of her mother dating, let alone marrying anyone else but her father. Vincent had a son. Ross Strong, the complete opposite of Kamma, was who she was forced to call her brother. After her mother‘s dramatic wedding, Kamma was alone at her home with her new “brother”. She couldn’t help but cry a bit.
After years of her step-brothers torture, Kamma began to experience with drugs [(including pot and crystal meth) around the age of sixteen]. She found them soothing and find it an easy escape from the crashing world around her. They, however, made her extremely tired and moody. It didn’t take long for her mother to catch on. Her mother walked in on her with smoking one of the uncontrolled substances and immediately took action; removing Kamma from all her drugs and enrolling her in therapy. Her prep school had become extremely angered by Kamma’s actions and quickly removed her from the school.
Her world was crashing around her even after the drugs. There was no possible way her life could become even worse; so she thought. Ross, the “genius” he is, decide to throw the biggest party in their Hollywood home. Everyone who is anyone was there; including people she had never meet. There was one guy in particular she had become interested in, as well as every other girl at the party. His bright blue eyes were ones anyone could become lost in. His muscular body, perfect blonde hair, and cocky smile was impossible to resist. So when he decided to talk to her, she couldn’t help but talk back. He asked her if he could “see” her room. She wasn‘t stupid. In every good movie plot, when a guy asked to see a girl’s room, something else is going on in the guy’s head. No was her answer but it wasn’t the one her waned. He pulled her up her home‘s wooden stair [he was extremely strong]. She tired screaming but everyone else at that party was drunk, so no one thought anything of it.
After crashing the door open to her step-brother’s room, he forced her unto his unmade bed when he did the unspeakable. Not only did he rape her, but also sunk his fangs into her thin neck. After a long, painful transformation, Kamma Leigh Anderson had became a vampire[after managing to escape her coffin]. She had heard on a group of vampires living in New York and quickly moved there.
Roleplay Sample
[Alexandrite/Lexxi is my character]
*Make sure to put your face claim up in the designated face claim spot.*
This is my life
Age
Seventeen [24]
Gender
Female
Species
Vampire
Home town
Hollywood, California
Relationship status
single
Occupation
unemployed
My strengths and Weaknessess
[-]Kamma Leigh Anderson is a young lady of many personalities that actually confuses most people or, at least, keeps people guessing. One day she could be angry at the world and everyone on its surface and the next day, be the most lovable girl on the face of the planet. Many believe she is bi-polar while others think she is just weird. Who knows? She finds enjoyment in puzzling people with her constant emotion changes which could easily be defined as weird or possibly insane.
[+]A trait of hers that will never change would be her stubbornness. This feature of Kamma may seem as if she was lazy but in reality, Kamma just hates to be told what to do and refuses to take orders from anyone she slightly dislikes. Her step-father is an example. She hates his guts for marrying her mother and every time he asks her to do a simple task, she withdraws from it quickly. It usually gets her in trouble with her teachers and classmates but, no matter how many times she has to be sent to the principle/headmaster office, she won’t drop the characteristic.
[-]She doesn’t like people eyes to be glue on her or even receive the slightest glance. It makes her nervous and uncomfortable. She not much for talk, as well. She considers conversation, somewhat, useless when used to strike up a chat about the events of their weekend or asking where they got the shirt their wear [look for it yourself]. But when Ka believes something needs to be said, she does, even if it may be used to tell something people don’t want to hear. An example would be to tell a girl her shirt is ugly or if some random kid as toilet paper on their shoes.
[+]Eager to know something or inquisitive as been used to describe Miss Anderson. In other words, Kamma Leigh is quite the curious young lady. Finding new and random discoveries excites this teenager and leaves her something to think about for the rest of the day. This characteristic often leaves her with new ideas on images to capture and possible things to look for to the coming night. Her curiosity isn’t always a good thing, however. In some cases, she finds the trait getting her in more trouble than out.
[-]Kamma is also imaginative, enjoying being engulf into fiction rather than dealing with reality and real life drama. She sometimes compares her personal experiences to movie and book plots. This sometimes leads people to believe she is a little immature and even more weird. This, though, comes in handy when dealing with art deadlines and her random photography withdraws.
Likes:
[+] music, of course
[+] photography; her camera
[+] being "in charge"
[+] photoshop
[+] video websites
[+] horror movies [old and new]
[+] neon colors, as well as dark
[+] beauty of night
[+] being alone [short periods at a time]
[+] her fathers work
Dislikes:
[-] running out of money
[-] rude and annoying people
[-] guys that constantly flirt
[-] her past
[-] the sun
[-] not being able to capture the beauty of a raising sun or a lighten world since her change
[-] lairs
[-] her step-brother and step-father
[-] not being able to be capture in film
Strengths :
[+] intelligence
[+] loyalty
[+] photography[Even if she can't be capture on film]
[+] any other form of art
[+] physical strengths[strong; eyesight; etc]
[+] night
Weaknesses
[-] stubbornness
[-] bad choice in the guys she dates
[-] sensitivity
[-] sun
[-] guys[she falls too fast and hard]
[-] going to long without blood
My History
Kamma had always been destined to hold a camera, may it be video or the ordinary photo camera. From her father, whom had been a well-known Hollywood director and produce back in his early twenties to his mid forties, to her mother, a former vogue and Seventeen photographer. She could be easily impressed by her parents and wish she could become a celebrated film producer and photographer.
On May 14, her parents had been driving home from Kamma‘s birthday shopping when a drunk big truck driver ran a stop light only a few miles from her California home. The eighteen wheeler crashed into the drivers side, instantly killing her father. Only a few scratches, caused by the broken windshield glass, remained on her mother. Instead of waking up on her eleventh birthday to the smell of a freshly made cake, Kamma sullenly made her way down her staircase to dig into one of the many casseroles her family was given. Later that day, she was to be reminded of her father’s death at his crowded visitation.
Even after her mother claimed to never love another man, she remarried Lawyer, Vincent Strong when Kamma was only thirteen. Vincent had never, and probably never will, receive the respect he wanted from his new step-daughter. She had never enjoyed the idea of her mother dating, let alone marrying anyone else but her father. Vincent had a son. Ross Strong, the complete opposite of Kamma, was who she was forced to call her brother. After her mother‘s dramatic wedding, Kamma was alone at her home with her new “brother”. She couldn’t help but cry a bit.
After years of her step-brothers torture, Kamma began to experience with drugs [(including pot and crystal meth) around the age of sixteen]. She found them soothing and find it an easy escape from the crashing world around her. They, however, made her extremely tired and moody. It didn’t take long for her mother to catch on. Her mother walked in on her with smoking one of the uncontrolled substances and immediately took action; removing Kamma from all her drugs and enrolling her in therapy. Her prep school had become extremely angered by Kamma’s actions and quickly removed her from the school.
Her world was crashing around her even after the drugs. There was no possible way her life could become even worse; so she thought. Ross, the “genius” he is, decide to throw the biggest party in their Hollywood home. Everyone who is anyone was there; including people she had never meet. There was one guy in particular she had become interested in, as well as every other girl at the party. His bright blue eyes were ones anyone could become lost in. His muscular body, perfect blonde hair, and cocky smile was impossible to resist. So when he decided to talk to her, she couldn’t help but talk back. He asked her if he could “see” her room. She wasn‘t stupid. In every good movie plot, when a guy asked to see a girl’s room, something else is going on in the guy’s head. No was her answer but it wasn’t the one her waned. He pulled her up her home‘s wooden stair [he was extremely strong]. She tired screaming but everyone else at that party was drunk, so no one thought anything of it.
After crashing the door open to her step-brother’s room, he forced her unto his unmade bed when he did the unspeakable. Not only did he rape her, but also sunk his fangs into her thin neck. After a long, painful transformation, Kamma Leigh Anderson had became a vampire[after managing to escape her coffin]. She had heard on a group of vampires living in New York and quickly moved there.
Roleplay Sample
[Alexandrite/Lexxi is my character]
The sun was slowly setting as a few people left the soon to be abandoned Performing Arts Center. A young vampyre fledgling, clear of her mark, stood backstage, waving at people she didn’t know. Alexandrite loved coming here a couple of minutes before sunset ever since she was blessed with an affinity for Time Manipulation. She wasn’t leaving until she touched the new Nordiska grand piano that took center stage. The instrument fascinated her with its Semi-Chippendale trim and smooth wooden structure. It was similar to the one she had owned at her old “home”. As much as she hated her past life, her obsession with beautiful pianos isn’t one that will be easily broken, even if it reminded her of her parents.
After taking a quick glance around the building, Lexxi raced onto the vacant platform. Her heart raced as she let her hand slowly slid against the top of the instrument. As she reached the end of the piano, she couldn’t help herself from letting her finger push one of the many keys. The lovely note rang in her ears. It was a huge step up from the small keyboard that laid on her bed back in her dorm room. She placed another finger on the key, allowing a tiny tone to escape from the piano. What harm could it be to play the instrument? It was left out here. What was stopping any piano passionate teenager from playing with the pleasant tune? Hopeful nothing.
What if a “No playing with the Nordiska grand piano” rule was issued to everyone but her? What if she got caught? She couldn’t imagine living without this part of her life, as little as it may be. But it was calling her name. She couldn’t resist. She had to play it. The timber bench was covered with a soft cushion that made her feel more in place. Without thinking, she performed the first song that came to mind. Moonlight Sonata? Perhaps, Traumerei? She could care less. She was lost in the song, whatever it may be. As her small fingers slowly pushed against the polished keys, she realized the life she had been missing out on or her two year freedom. Either way, she wished she could live in this moment forever.
After taking a quick glance around the building, Lexxi raced onto the vacant platform. Her heart raced as she let her hand slowly slid against the top of the instrument. As she reached the end of the piano, she couldn’t help herself from letting her finger push one of the many keys. The lovely note rang in her ears. It was a huge step up from the small keyboard that laid on her bed back in her dorm room. She placed another finger on the key, allowing a tiny tone to escape from the piano. What harm could it be to play the instrument? It was left out here. What was stopping any piano passionate teenager from playing with the pleasant tune? Hopeful nothing.
What if a “No playing with the Nordiska grand piano” rule was issued to everyone but her? What if she got caught? She couldn’t imagine living without this part of her life, as little as it may be. But it was calling her name. She couldn’t resist. She had to play it. The timber bench was covered with a soft cushion that made her feel more in place. Without thinking, she performed the first song that came to mind. Moonlight Sonata? Perhaps, Traumerei? She could care less. She was lost in the song, whatever it may be. As her small fingers slowly pushed against the polished keys, she realized the life she had been missing out on or her two year freedom. Either way, she wished she could live in this moment forever.
*Make sure to put your face claim up in the designated face claim spot.*
