Post by kittykat on Sept 23, 2011 14:14:54 GMT -5
KATHLEEN ROSE VERONA
[/b] LGBTA[/ul][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]Full Name: Kathleen Rose Verona
Nicknames: Kat for short
Age: eighteen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Grade: Senior
Clique(s): Graffiti
Major(s): Photography and Film
Class List/Sports/Clubs:
Height: five feet/seven inches
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Green
General Physical Description:
Though her mother wouldn't approve, Kathleen tends to strive for the darker side of the color palette. She considers herself more of a tomboy than a girly girl, much to her mom's dismay. Her closet's full of jeans and t-shirts, with a few skirts that stand alone in the sea of denim. It would be an absolute rarity if you catch Kathleen in a skirt. Be sure to have your camera ready! Though if she sees you, then it's payback. She has a pair of leather pants, hiding out in that sea as well. Miss Kat has a lean and muscular figure. With fair skin and dark brown locks that end below her shoulders, you may think of her as attractive. Though she doesn't have to speak a word, her green eyes can hold enough emotion to speak on it's own. Interesting, huh? There's a dagger tattoo upon her lower back, a present to herself on her 18th birthday.
Likes:
+ Photography
+ Doing her own thing
+ Anything with film
+ Listening to music
+ Spray painting
+ Hanging with her dog
Dislikes:
- Being told what to do
- Gossip/Rumors
- Cockiness in guys
- Mushrooms (allergic)
- Wearing a skirt
Goals:
- - To become a successful photographer or film editor
- - To maybe gain her mother's approval once more
Fears:
- - - That she'll remain at war with her mother
- - - To never succeed in film and photography
General Personality Description: Kathleen Rose tends to be the loner and rebellious type, but if you're willing to try and manage to break through the defenses of that tough nut-like exterior of hers, you'll see a talented and artistic individual. She is a shutterbug at heart, she loves taking pictures of different things. Whether it's people or the outdoors or something totally random, it doesn't matter. Kat doesn't care. She sometimes sees things that are beautiful when other people would be like, "are you crazy?" Kat's the type of girl that doesn't care what people think about her. Whether they do like her or hate her guts. She is who she is and doesn't change that for anybody. Why should it matter what they think? She's going away after graduation and doesn't plan on coming back.
Kat can be stubborn when she wants to be. Once her mind's all set on something, good luck on trying to change it. She can also be a bit blunt and has a sarcastic sense of humor. Some people may not like that, but like I said, she doesn't really care. Though this is a rarity to be seen, Miss Kat can be passionate about the things she cares about. Like the LGBTA. She has a friend online, who is bisexual, that she talks to. They got her into it. Hearing a load of stories about how much crap her friend deals with about their sexuality, it just breaks Kat's heart. So, she joined the club and hasn't regretted it since. She doesn't talk a lot, but is willing to talk if she has something to say.
Mother: Wendy Lee-Verona, 43, Secretary
Father: Carl Verona, 45 - currently incarcerated, Owner of a local auto shop
Sibling(s): N/A
Other: Aunt Samantha "Sam" Verona, 40, Henry's younger sister and Kat's aunt
History:
Kathleen Rose Verona was born on June 5th, to Wendy and Carl Verona. She was raised an only child, so she didn't have the real pleasure of growing up with siblings. Kat had a nice enough childhood. Her parents both worked, but her Aunt Sam lived right down the street, so she would go over there after school ended. Things were turning out well for Kat.
But with the sweet...comes the sour. Tensions seemed to rise up between her parents. Carl would argue that Wendy isn't home to do what she's supposed to do. She would fire back at him, that it isn't her fault and they live in the 21st century. He would then be so fed up with her, that he usually storms off into his office and a door would be slammed. But not the last time. That time, Carl got so mad that he slapped her across the face. Kat saw it all unfold, right from her little hidey-spot. She was about 8 years old at that time. Her mother kept it hidden from Kat and everyone, scared to show weakness. But it didn't end there. This became the norm of their fights and Miss Kat was left in the dark. But she knew..
And one day after school, when she was around 13, she decided to come clean to her mother. She walked to her mother's work to tell her what she knows in private. Her mother begged Kat not to say a word about it. "But something has to be done, Mom.." Kat had responded. Her mother stared at her and replied, "Would you like it to be you instead?" Kat didn't know what to say or do about that, so she promised to be silent.
Two years passed and Kat couldn't bear to keep silent no longer. She hated seeing the marks upon her mom's body and pretend it was nothing. She had an eye for photography and took pictures, gathering evidence. And she did. Took what she had to the cops, knowing in her heart that it was the right thing. They later found and arrested her father for domestic violence. And instead of the big thank-you from her mom like she expected, she recieved one slap to the face. "Why did you do that?! I had told you to be quiet about it!" she screamed. She put up with it, because she loved him. And now she began to resent Kat. Fights ensued, but Kat remained. Counted the days until she was old enough to graduate and able to leave this place. To fire back, she does her own thing via spray painting and what not.
Your Name/Alias: Jules
Age: 21
Code Word(s): DESTROYED THE UMBRIDGE WAY BY ALI
Other Characters: None
Random Fact: This is my first time to choose a canon over making an original character...ever. So if I screw it up, I apologize.
[/right]Credit: ADMIN ALI made this application by borrowing lyrics from Black Veil Brides for "Rebel Love Song". Do not steal, edit, copy, use, or modify without her permission.