I don't normally do group RPs, but...
-quietly slips this one on the table-
.:Name:.
Katherine Rose Milton
.:Nickname/s:.
Rose, Katie
.:Chronological Age (the actual age of your character):.
19
.:Physical Age (the age of your character's body/form):.
19
.:Supernatural Species:.
Vampire
.:Powers:.
She has not discovered any yet.
.:Gender:.
Female
.:Sexuality:.
Straight [The only straight one here, by the looks of it!]
.:Nationality:.
English
.:Physical Appearance:.
5'4", a slender build with not much by way of curves, though it's hard to tell with the clothes she wears. Her hair is long and naturally straight, a chestnut brown color that has streaks of dark red in the sun. She has hazel eyes, pale skin, and dimples when she smiles.
.:Distinguishing Features:.
A fresh, jagged scar running from her right shoulderblade to her chest, going along her collarbone.
A shiny new Vampire bite.
.:Dress:.
Katherine dresses for modesty before all else. Receiving attention is not something she is used to, so she never actively seeks it out. As such, she normally wears baggy sweaters and long shirts. Jeans and simple dresses make up the rest of her wardrobe. She owns no heels or cute skirts, and she doesn't have a single shirt that shows a speck of cleavage. Actually, she's never even seen nylons in person.
.:Personality:.
Very quiet, a bit of a loner. She enjoys reading above all else and will usually find a quiet corner somewhere to open up her bag, which is constantly filled with novels. If confronted with a social situation, she can be awkward, but normally comes off as very sweet, if a bit gullible. She has zero sexual experience and has never been romantically interested in anybody before being brought to the Academy, so flirting will make her turn red instantly and likely stutter like an idiot. You have been warned.
.:Crush:.
None yet.
.:Boyfriend/Girlfriend:.
None yet.
.:Family:.
None living.
.:Other Relationships:.
None yet.
.:Personal History (please include how your character was turned into whatever species they are):.
The day after her nineteenth birthday, Katherine was walking to the library to finish an application for college. She was alone and it was late, but it was a route she was familiar with. It was going to be her last trip, because she had officially aged out of the orphanage that she had called home for her entire life, and they were sending her off with a small check and hopes of a job in a large city that she had never visited. She had never been in foster care because nobody who visited the orphanage seemed to notice she was there. While the other children played and actively tried to be taken home with the nice couples that came around, Katherine never met their eyes. She would sit off to the side, avoiding the chatty adults and trying to imagine she was in a fairy tale land somewhere. That night, she never made it to the library. All she can remember is a sharp pain and screaming, and then she woke up at the Academy with no idea of what had happened to her or how she got there. She has not yet fed or had anybody sit down and explain things to her.
.:Other:.
None at the moment.
*mechtat*