Title: LEOSTAT, kate
kate leostat - September 16, 2007 03:52 AM (GMT)
INTRODUCING...
[ kate leostat ]
[ kate leostat ]
[who's pulling all the strings?
name: renaenae
age: I’m sixteen, HALLELUJAH.
contact: aim: ecracgirl11
experience: uhm. ky knows better than i do. ask her.
how'd you find us? i had miss jennaslut already
[ w h o are you?
full name: kate mae richardson
explain the names: kate was a common name of that time; so was mae. and richardson really couldn’t be changed.
nickname: will calls her ‘katie’ or ‘katie mae’ while others just stick with kate.
age/year: she was born in nineteen-twenty, though she only looks like she’s seventeen. she’s in her seventh year.
house: hufflepuff
any titles?: none
[ show some skin!
eye color: originally ice blue, they’re now topaz to black.
hair color: white blonde
skin tone: pale. pale. pale? pale.
celebrity portrayal: emilie wold
[ let me pick your brain!
likes: william, the thought of angels, children, old radios, topaz, the nineteen fifties, laughter, her new family, her old family and the scent of chocolate.
dislikes: dust, blood, murder, draughts, losing loved ones, pistachios, corn, injustice, anything overly dark and people who mistreat william or anyone else she cares for.
strengths: agility, speed, her vampire enhanced looks, compassion and her ability to trust.
weaknesses: her ability to trust, william, blood, she can be quite nostalgic and the smell of blood.
quirks: kate is always clean – never will you find a speck of dirt on her skin or her clothes. she hates seeing people upset, so she’s usually the one that rushes over and calms them down. kate is clichéd and curls her hair around her finger. constantly.
love potion: blood, firewood and chocolate
patronus: prairie dog
boggart: losing william
dementor:
- “It’s one of my clearest memories, and it just happens to be my worst, my saddest. It isn’t the horrific transformation that I went through that lasted three days. No, it was the death of my parents.
You see, I lived in the dustbowl during the depression. My pa had owned a farm in Kansas before I was born, and he was going to live there until it killed him. Funny how things work, isn’t it? My ma, well, she was my ma and she didn’t have much of a say in it. Anywho, as you can imagine, there were dust storms – storms that were like the blizzards that we’d had in the winters before all of this. There were times when you couldn’t see five feet in front of you. Dust was everywhere. It was in your clothes, in you hair, in your food. It seemed like the only place you could escape it was underground, but it got to you there too.
It was one of those storms that killed my folks. Pa was out in the field, trying to get the land to produce something – the something that never came. I was just getting over a fever, so Ma went out to fetch Pa for supper while I set the dusty table. Even when I brushed it off, the dirt seemed to come out of the air, making it seem like I’d never cleaned it before. Then the wind came, I felt it through the open window in our tiny kitchen. I knew what was happening. Running through the house, I shut all of the windows, closed all of the doors, trying to keep the dust that would come in to a minimum. Even though I knew I should have shut the rickety front door, I kept it open, trying desperately to catch any glimpse of Ma and Pa through the dust. It stung my eyes, the dirt and the wind, and I had to close the door. They must have ran to the barn, and they would be back when it was over. That’s what I kept telling myself, anyway, as I sat on Ma’s rocking chair with a blanket draped over my tiny figure.
Four days. They didn’t come back for four days. The first two I spent thinking that they’d gone into town to check on everyone else – it was something that we often did. You know, we had to keep close with our neighbors – they were all we had left. The third day, when they still hadn’t come home; I decided I was going to look for them the next day. Run into town and see if they were there. The next day, I put on my worn shoes and headed toward town. Though, part-way down the road, right next to my father’s field, I noticed something in the middle of it. Two somethings. Running over, I saw who it was.
Ma and Pa had died holding hands, the same way they did when we walked to church every Sunday.”
personality:
- Kate’s most outstanding character trait would have to be her compassion. She’s a softy, and she seems to always have a spot in her heart for someone who needs it. She would have been the perfect mother to her children, if she ever had them. She would love and cherish them, but would find some way to discipline them without ever raising her voice. Katie Mae does whatever she can to help someone, and the thought of anyone in pain simply drives her mad. She’d always been like that while she was a human, but it seemed to only be amplified tenfold when she was turned. Unlike many of her kind, Katie hadn’t lost her humanity.
She’s trusting, so much that it’s a character flaw. She hands away her trust far too easily, and it’s hard to lose it. This, of course, makes her the prime target if someone wants to be vile and torture her inside and out. This too, was a trait that was obvious as a human, and was increased more so as she changed. Though, with that sense of trust, she does choose the right people to really trust. Like William. Perhaps it had been a good thing that she’d been so trusting, or else things might never had turned out the way they were. Along with that, she’s far too loyal than is good for a person.
Kate is never one to raise her voice. She hates dissension between people, she hates arguments. Constantly she finds herself being the softspoken mediator or the one to smooth the problems over. She’s a sweetheart, by definition, someone that you love easily, someone that works their way into your beating (or not beating) heart. Her laughter can float and twinkle through the air, having a musical tone to it. She loves laughing, along with William, and you can find them exchanging jokes or anything funny almost all of the time.
Her time spent in Kansas in the dustbowl have probably scarred her, seeing as she can hardly stand to be dirty. Though, at the same time, she curls up in the blanket that she’s kept all these years – the blanket that was over her parents’ bed since the day they were married. Often nostalgic, she needs William to pull her out of it, finding it hard to make herself come back to reality.
[ take a look back in time
parents:[LIST]biological: elmer and edna richardson
adoptive: amarillo and isabella leostatsiblings:
- edward, william, olive, audri, and odette
- ”My parents were married in nineteen fifteen, five years before I was born. They you’re your typical Kansas couple – a farmer marrying a farmer’s daughter, and both so poor that money didn’t matter. They were married at the same church that we went to when I was still human. Basically, they never lived ten miles from their birthplace. And until I was turned, I thought that was going to the be the same for me.
I was born in nineteen twenty, on august first. I guess it was warm that day – I don’t know, I don’t really remember it well. I don’t really remember the first few years of my life that well, but then again, who does? Anyway, I grew up as a farm girl, running around the farm, riding the horse as Pa worked the field. Life, as I thought it was, was fantastic. I didn’t know anything else, but I don’t think I would have traded my past for anything. I loved Ma and Pa dearly, and I wish they’d never died, sometimes.
Then the storms came. It was gradual, before that, little by little we were getting less and less in our crops, and there would me minor little storms. But then they got worse. I remember a few that made it so dark it was light night in the middle of the afternoon. No matter what you did, you were always dusty. No matter how boarded and sealed the house was, there would always be a thick layer of dust on the furniture. You literally breathed in dirt with every breath. It was in the air – invisible, but still there. You could never be clean, no matter what. I tell you, I wouldn’t have known I had blonde hair – instead, it was more of a brown. Everything was brown. Brown, brown, brown.
Then my parents died in that dust storm. I remember finding them and running into town, sobbing. Ma and Pa were gone – they were my world, and my world was gone. For a long time after that, I was numb. I refused to leave my house. Family friends would carry me out, but I’d always sneak out and run back to my home, curling up in my parent’s bed. I suppose I couldn’t let go. I couldn’t cope. They were stolen from me. Not only did my body seem hollow (it was the depression, after all), but so did my insides. I didn’t feel whole. Without my family, there was nothing here for me. No prospects of a husband, no money (I went mostly on charity and odd jobs for food), no anything.
I’d never been that lonely in my life.
And then William came. I was stunned. This man, this breathtakingly beautiful man, walked right into my house. His skin was paler than I ever believed was possible, and his eyes a vivid red that I hadn’t seen since before the dust. I think that he was as surprised to see me as I was to see him. He tried to leave, he did. But I stopped him. There was something about him. Something that was so familiar. He was lonely too.
So Will stayed. We told people that he was just fixing up the house, but it was the nineteen thirties, and when did two young folks live together without getting married. After a while though, it couldn’t have even been a year, he told me he was leaving. He couldn’t. I was happier then than I’d ever been in my life. For the first time since my parent’s died, I felt whole. I felt like there was a reason for me to be on this dusty earth, and I wasn’t just being tormented. And then he told me something that I hadn’t been expecting. He was a vampire. He drank human blood, that’s why his eyes were red. But I didn’t care. I adored him anyway. I didn’t want him to leave; I wanted to be with him forever. So I convinced him to change me. I wanted to be like him – not just to be immortal, but I would be able to stay with him for eternity. I couldn’t even describe the way I felt with him. It was adoration maybe. Love? I don’t know. All I know was that I wanted to be changed. And he did, after a while.
Those three days were probably the most time I’ve ever spent in agony. I remember wailing and asking him to kill me the entire time. It burned so badly. The dust storms were nothing compared to this. This was hell, I was sure of it. Then the pain subsided, and I knew what he’d meant when he told me I would be a slave to my thirst. I was repulsed with myself – I was … drinking people, eating them. Whatever you call it. I didn’t want to do it – it was disgusting. I don’t know what the people in town thought happened to me. I did just leave, after all. I followed him, and we met the Leostats. I think I was just as elated to meet them as Will was. They introduced us to a new life, everything. Will followed them across the sea, and I followed him.
I enrolled at Hogwarts as a transfer student, and now we attend once more. After all, there’s always more to learn, right? And I follow Will everywhere. If he goes to school, I’ll follow him. I remember Ma always telling me that when one door closed that another would open, and I suppose that’s what I got when William found me.”
[ the rest of the rest
member title: ``surrounded by dust
pets?: nada
anything else about your character we should know?: her voice is high?
other: i am a nerd, ‘doomsday’ by whoever makes the soundtracks for doctor who.
roleplay sample:
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| there once was a flying turtle. his name was myrtle. he could do the hurdles. he flew to high and fell from the sky. and then he got stuck. the end. |