Kristen Renae Cabell
Oct 31, 2008 5:22:03 GMT -5
Post by Kristen Cabell on Oct 31, 2008 5:22:03 GMT -5
YOURSELF
NAME
Eli
AGE
19
GENDER
Female
CHARACTER
NAME
Kristen Renae Cabell
AGE AND GRADE
Eighteen / Senior
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Straight
TALENT
Photography
LOOK-A-LIKE
Paula Patton
PERSONALITY
Krissy is very aesthetic. She has a well-matured sensitivity for beauty of any kind. Though she usually finds it in the many forms of art. She loves to talk about it, loves experiencing it and allowing others to experience it. She is well composed; calm, cool and collected. There isn’t much of anything that can shake her reserve, though her clumsiness is the biggest exception to that trait. She is not easily upset or distressed by what other people do; whether good or bad. She rarely loses her temper. Krissy is an intellectual genius. Her scholar power exceeds those of many, it’s above the average mental capability. Though she tends to hide it the extent of her astuteness, a habit carried over from her past.
She’s a very genial person, exuding an air of cheerfulness with every step she takes. All that’s ever missing are the flowers and butterflies that spring from those steps. Though with people she dislikes or becomes suspicious of, the opposite character traits takes form. Her amiable appearance becomes one of stoic contrast. She tends to ignore people who she finds annoying and will only talk to them if necessary, though this doesn’t count much for her patients. Mainly for people she has to associate with in a position that lacks power. Krissy is so meticulous in everything she does. If it’s not done right, she usually demands it re-done or she does it herself. Her meticulousness is often mistaken for a mild case of obsessive-compulsive, though all tests have proved otherwise. So, anal-retentive might be a better term for it. She’s also highly flirtatious; she’ll flirt with anything within arms reach and enjoys it. Though she tones it down when she’s seeing someone, and cuts it off completely when dating.
She also has a couple of character quirks that make her unique in a way. She’s a die-hard animal lover. There isn’t any animal that she doesn’t like or enjoy in some way. Though, some she prefers to enjoy at a distance. Dogs and friendly cats are her preference. She often exhibits signs of restlessness. Sitting or standing still for duration of time, usually bothers her. She can’t sit still, walking around and wandering are preferable. And last, but not least, she’s musically-inclined. She enjoys all types, her taste in music is very eclectic, and she plays the piano and clarinet. Extremely well. She can also strum a few chords and songs – by ear – on the guitar – which she’s teaching herself to play.
APPEARANCE
At a height of 5’7’’ Kristen just breaches the barrier between short and tall. Though usually her soft appearance tends to make her appear shorter than she is. Soft, fark tresses usually fall past her shoulders in loose, flexible curls, though at times, she straightens it for change. Most of the time she wears her hair up in a messy up-do, pulled back into a high ponytail, or twirled into a messy bun – which she usually sticks pens into. Glasses perch atop her nose, framing her face in scarlet and black; the lenses are a decent size, though she wears bifocals in order to see both near and far. At times that she’s seen without glasses, it should be presumed that she is wearing contacts, because without the aid of eyewear, her eyesight would be very poor. She usually wears light lipstick, never too dark or bright, but subtly noticeable.
Kristen is abnormally health conscious, so working out and eating correctly are noticeable things when it comes to her body. She has the smallest hint of abs, barely visible but enough for her. Her stomach is flat, though that doesn’t carry over to her chest. Her breasts, though large, are not enormous. Just noticeable, though she tends to hide them with her clothing choices. She has an hour-glass shaped body, and though her ass is not colossal, it’s not exactly flat either. Krissy likes to run, so her legs are slightly toned and extremely strong. She always has a fresh manicure and pedicure, and loves natural toned colors. French manicures are her signature.
Her clothing choice is simple. Conservative, but sexy. She can be seen wearing dresses, skirts, and dress slacks, and depending on the conservative nature of her bottoms, she’d pair it with a sexy top. And vice versa. She likes the color yello, and usually can be seen wearing a lot of black. Dark colors suit everyone, and she enjoys the occasional pop of color. So if she’s wearing dark colors, she’ll wear bright jewelry or lipstick. She’s usually wearing a pair of high-heels; sexy, yet classy or boots. She loves boots.
HISTORY
Born to Daniel and Carmen Cabell, on December 24th, Kristen was destined to be a great child. She'd been a planned baby from the get go; her young parents thought they were ready to raise a child on their own. Through her pregnancy, Natalie often listened to classical music and played piano to her first born. She'd made sure to keep her baby safe; made sure that there were no bumps or shakes and that she was very careful with the way she handled herself. She wanted the very best for her child. They'd taken every precaution and followed every tip to ensure that Kristen would come out perfect. And that she did, to her parents joy. They named her after her great-grandmother, modernizing it with a different spelling.
Krissy was a very happy baby, always smiling and laughing, rarely crying or showing much discomfort. Because as her parents had made sure of, Krissy was taken care of. Tended to at every time of the day, held equally by each parent. She was a child spoiled in love, and that was how she grew up to be. Even as a toddler, she exhibited signs of intellect. She'd spoken well before many children learned to talk. She could match the shapes to her toy bucket with ease. As she grew older, these sign developed into something more, and her parents new that their little girl was gifted. And so they packed up and moved to northern Virginia so that they could enroll their daughter into the Nysmith School for the Gifted. There she learned at a much quicker pace than normal children her age, and was considered a highly intelligent individual. Unlike most kids her age, Kristen would only need to be taught something once in order for her to mimic. Which also counted for music. If someone played a chord for her on a piano, she could play it right back and she grew to be able to find chords on her own. In second grade, Kristen had the mental capabilities of a smart sixth grader. She would only continue to grow to higher levels.
Continuing the trend of gifted schools throughout middle school, it gave her a chance to be a normal kid; to not skip grades instead of just learning at a much quicker pace that normal children. And so when it came time for high school, Kristen, who was bored with gifted schools just wanted to attend a public and normal high school. And though her parents were reluctant about accepting her request, they eventually gave in and allowed her to attend a private high school. Fitting in and attempting to act normal was difficult for her. She'd always been taught not to hide who she was and not to dumb herself down for people. But doing that in high school was stupid, not only did people hate feeling inferior, but they mocked her for it. And that wasn't what she'd wanted at all. But she made it through three years of high school, she often hid that part of herself to appease others.
Her gift for photography came from her father. And even though so many had expected her to follow her musical capabilities and enter the music department, she wanted to be noted for something she actually enjoyed more than music. And she didn’t want to follow expectations. She wanted to set her own. So for three years she’d been expanding her photographic capabilities, garnering more experience as she went along. And her love for the art and the beauty she captured through her lenses made It all the more better. And even if her parents had expected her to be a musician, they were astonished and proud of her abilities behind the camera. Especially her father, Daniel. He praised her and gave her tips and pointers.
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It was honestly pointless sitting in photography, with the object of your affections sitting so close. Talking about their latest subject. Not that Kristen could honestly say what he’d been talking about. She hadn’t been paying attention to his words. Just the way his lips moved, how perfect they looked from the distance. Imagining and fantasizing about how they’d feel against her creamy skin. Fantasizing about all the things he could actually do with those lips. For three years. Three, going on four, very long years of longing, she’d had enough. Enough waiting, enough anticipation and enough of dating people she didn’t really want or have any affection for. Except for Elijah, he’d been the only one she’d truly somewhat fallen for and even then it hadn’t been enough. They ended up deciding they’d be much better as friends, and she was free to ogle him once more. Same position everyday, same routine. Hands cupped under her chin, held up by her elbows resting on the hardness of her desk. Sighing at different intervals, not caring about the time and hoping class could just go on forever, as long as she got to look at him. As long as she got the pleasure of seeing him look back at her, at least once during the lesson. And she’d noticed, with hopeful eyes (or at least she thought she’d noticed, it could have been her mind playing tricks) that he looked often.
Biting her lip, she sat back in her chair crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him pace. Watched him sit, watched him talk, watched his every movement with reflective adoration stemming back for three years. The familiarity in every movement, every quirk, everything he did was memorized in every part of her mind. The obsession had become ridiculous, even for her taste. But his poise and the way he carried himself, she couldn’t help but admire him. And she just wanted to know him. As more than Mr.Dale. She wanted to know him on a more personal note. Sure, they’d spoken before, in class, surrounded by classmates, maybe to answer a question or two – something she’d been doing more of, and making sure she studied enough to get the answers right. And sometimes in conversation that had nothing to do with photography. But it wasn’t enough anymore. She looked down at her paper, and noticed the doodles of his name and hers, surrounded by little bubbly hearts filled in with chickenscratch. The heat that rose in her cheeks was intense, because it’d gotten to the point where she just hadn’t noticed she’d been doing it anymore. A small, squeal like screech fell from her lips as she accidentally knocked the book on the floor, immediately standing to scramble after it and knocking over her chair. “Sorry!” she screamed out, placing a hand to her mouth. “I’m so sorry!” she shrieked, gathering up everything she’d knocked over.
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[/size]NAME
Eli
AGE
19
GENDER
Female
CHARACTER
NAME
Kristen Renae Cabell
AGE AND GRADE
Eighteen / Senior
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Straight
TALENT
Photography
LOOK-A-LIKE
Paula Patton
PERSONALITY
Krissy is very aesthetic. She has a well-matured sensitivity for beauty of any kind. Though she usually finds it in the many forms of art. She loves to talk about it, loves experiencing it and allowing others to experience it. She is well composed; calm, cool and collected. There isn’t much of anything that can shake her reserve, though her clumsiness is the biggest exception to that trait. She is not easily upset or distressed by what other people do; whether good or bad. She rarely loses her temper. Krissy is an intellectual genius. Her scholar power exceeds those of many, it’s above the average mental capability. Though she tends to hide it the extent of her astuteness, a habit carried over from her past.
She’s a very genial person, exuding an air of cheerfulness with every step she takes. All that’s ever missing are the flowers and butterflies that spring from those steps. Though with people she dislikes or becomes suspicious of, the opposite character traits takes form. Her amiable appearance becomes one of stoic contrast. She tends to ignore people who she finds annoying and will only talk to them if necessary, though this doesn’t count much for her patients. Mainly for people she has to associate with in a position that lacks power. Krissy is so meticulous in everything she does. If it’s not done right, she usually demands it re-done or she does it herself. Her meticulousness is often mistaken for a mild case of obsessive-compulsive, though all tests have proved otherwise. So, anal-retentive might be a better term for it. She’s also highly flirtatious; she’ll flirt with anything within arms reach and enjoys it. Though she tones it down when she’s seeing someone, and cuts it off completely when dating.
She also has a couple of character quirks that make her unique in a way. She’s a die-hard animal lover. There isn’t any animal that she doesn’t like or enjoy in some way. Though, some she prefers to enjoy at a distance. Dogs and friendly cats are her preference. She often exhibits signs of restlessness. Sitting or standing still for duration of time, usually bothers her. She can’t sit still, walking around and wandering are preferable. And last, but not least, she’s musically-inclined. She enjoys all types, her taste in music is very eclectic, and she plays the piano and clarinet. Extremely well. She can also strum a few chords and songs – by ear – on the guitar – which she’s teaching herself to play.
APPEARANCE
At a height of 5’7’’ Kristen just breaches the barrier between short and tall. Though usually her soft appearance tends to make her appear shorter than she is. Soft, fark tresses usually fall past her shoulders in loose, flexible curls, though at times, she straightens it for change. Most of the time she wears her hair up in a messy up-do, pulled back into a high ponytail, or twirled into a messy bun – which she usually sticks pens into. Glasses perch atop her nose, framing her face in scarlet and black; the lenses are a decent size, though she wears bifocals in order to see both near and far. At times that she’s seen without glasses, it should be presumed that she is wearing contacts, because without the aid of eyewear, her eyesight would be very poor. She usually wears light lipstick, never too dark or bright, but subtly noticeable.
Kristen is abnormally health conscious, so working out and eating correctly are noticeable things when it comes to her body. She has the smallest hint of abs, barely visible but enough for her. Her stomach is flat, though that doesn’t carry over to her chest. Her breasts, though large, are not enormous. Just noticeable, though she tends to hide them with her clothing choices. She has an hour-glass shaped body, and though her ass is not colossal, it’s not exactly flat either. Krissy likes to run, so her legs are slightly toned and extremely strong. She always has a fresh manicure and pedicure, and loves natural toned colors. French manicures are her signature.
Her clothing choice is simple. Conservative, but sexy. She can be seen wearing dresses, skirts, and dress slacks, and depending on the conservative nature of her bottoms, she’d pair it with a sexy top. And vice versa. She likes the color yello, and usually can be seen wearing a lot of black. Dark colors suit everyone, and she enjoys the occasional pop of color. So if she’s wearing dark colors, she’ll wear bright jewelry or lipstick. She’s usually wearing a pair of high-heels; sexy, yet classy or boots. She loves boots.
HISTORY
Born to Daniel and Carmen Cabell, on December 24th, Kristen was destined to be a great child. She'd been a planned baby from the get go; her young parents thought they were ready to raise a child on their own. Through her pregnancy, Natalie often listened to classical music and played piano to her first born. She'd made sure to keep her baby safe; made sure that there were no bumps or shakes and that she was very careful with the way she handled herself. She wanted the very best for her child. They'd taken every precaution and followed every tip to ensure that Kristen would come out perfect. And that she did, to her parents joy. They named her after her great-grandmother, modernizing it with a different spelling.
Krissy was a very happy baby, always smiling and laughing, rarely crying or showing much discomfort. Because as her parents had made sure of, Krissy was taken care of. Tended to at every time of the day, held equally by each parent. She was a child spoiled in love, and that was how she grew up to be. Even as a toddler, she exhibited signs of intellect. She'd spoken well before many children learned to talk. She could match the shapes to her toy bucket with ease. As she grew older, these sign developed into something more, and her parents new that their little girl was gifted. And so they packed up and moved to northern Virginia so that they could enroll their daughter into the Nysmith School for the Gifted. There she learned at a much quicker pace than normal children her age, and was considered a highly intelligent individual. Unlike most kids her age, Kristen would only need to be taught something once in order for her to mimic. Which also counted for music. If someone played a chord for her on a piano, she could play it right back and she grew to be able to find chords on her own. In second grade, Kristen had the mental capabilities of a smart sixth grader. She would only continue to grow to higher levels.
Continuing the trend of gifted schools throughout middle school, it gave her a chance to be a normal kid; to not skip grades instead of just learning at a much quicker pace that normal children. And so when it came time for high school, Kristen, who was bored with gifted schools just wanted to attend a public and normal high school. And though her parents were reluctant about accepting her request, they eventually gave in and allowed her to attend a private high school. Fitting in and attempting to act normal was difficult for her. She'd always been taught not to hide who she was and not to dumb herself down for people. But doing that in high school was stupid, not only did people hate feeling inferior, but they mocked her for it. And that wasn't what she'd wanted at all. But she made it through three years of high school, she often hid that part of herself to appease others.
Her gift for photography came from her father. And even though so many had expected her to follow her musical capabilities and enter the music department, she wanted to be noted for something she actually enjoyed more than music. And she didn’t want to follow expectations. She wanted to set her own. So for three years she’d been expanding her photographic capabilities, garnering more experience as she went along. And her love for the art and the beauty she captured through her lenses made It all the more better. And even if her parents had expected her to be a musician, they were astonished and proud of her abilities behind the camera. Especially her father, Daniel. He praised her and gave her tips and pointers.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
It was honestly pointless sitting in photography, with the object of your affections sitting so close. Talking about their latest subject. Not that Kristen could honestly say what he’d been talking about. She hadn’t been paying attention to his words. Just the way his lips moved, how perfect they looked from the distance. Imagining and fantasizing about how they’d feel against her creamy skin. Fantasizing about all the things he could actually do with those lips. For three years. Three, going on four, very long years of longing, she’d had enough. Enough waiting, enough anticipation and enough of dating people she didn’t really want or have any affection for. Except for Elijah, he’d been the only one she’d truly somewhat fallen for and even then it hadn’t been enough. They ended up deciding they’d be much better as friends, and she was free to ogle him once more. Same position everyday, same routine. Hands cupped under her chin, held up by her elbows resting on the hardness of her desk. Sighing at different intervals, not caring about the time and hoping class could just go on forever, as long as she got to look at him. As long as she got the pleasure of seeing him look back at her, at least once during the lesson. And she’d noticed, with hopeful eyes (or at least she thought she’d noticed, it could have been her mind playing tricks) that he looked often.
Biting her lip, she sat back in her chair crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him pace. Watched him sit, watched him talk, watched his every movement with reflective adoration stemming back for three years. The familiarity in every movement, every quirk, everything he did was memorized in every part of her mind. The obsession had become ridiculous, even for her taste. But his poise and the way he carried himself, she couldn’t help but admire him. And she just wanted to know him. As more than Mr.Dale. She wanted to know him on a more personal note. Sure, they’d spoken before, in class, surrounded by classmates, maybe to answer a question or two – something she’d been doing more of, and making sure she studied enough to get the answers right. And sometimes in conversation that had nothing to do with photography. But it wasn’t enough anymore. She looked down at her paper, and noticed the doodles of his name and hers, surrounded by little bubbly hearts filled in with chickenscratch. The heat that rose in her cheeks was intense, because it’d gotten to the point where she just hadn’t noticed she’d been doing it anymore. A small, squeal like screech fell from her lips as she accidentally knocked the book on the floor, immediately standing to scramble after it and knocking over her chair. “Sorry!” she screamed out, placing a hand to her mouth. “I’m so sorry!” she shrieked, gathering up everything she’d knocked over.
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