Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2015 17:54:18 GMT -8
| Kirsten Breena Leiffson A prickly, introverted young woman, Kirsten is devoted to medical study. She’s the sort that would hide in an office all day doing research and drinking coffee, though she’s more comfortable in an operation theatre or a lab. She’s not very social, but she believes that life without friends with be extremely dull. She loves coffee (it helps her get up in the mornings), but not to the point where it’s an obsession. |
| CODE NAME: N/A |
| Female | 22 | Heterosexual |
| Greenlandic Inuit | Secretary, medical student | Researcher |
| Physical |
| 5'4 | 47 kg | Black-brown with bangs, curls slightly at the tips and a white nordic cross hair clip on the right. |
| Sky Blue | Light caramel-tan | Short and slender |
| Personal |
Kirsten is a quiet, mature girl, who is strongly independent and at times is quite hot-tempered, sarcastic, and sharp-tongued. Normally, she retains a calm, comfortable aura that may come off as cold, harsh, and uncaring, like her home's terrain and climate, but she is very passionate and hot-blooded, to the point where sometimes she can't hold in her temper... and has a massive meltdown. Kirsten is modest and has a strong sense of propriety; she's the only person that would walk into a sauna fully clothed and will refuse to visit any swimming pool that doesn't have locks on the changing room doors. She's easily embarrassed, and loses her temper when she loses, when someone is trying to manipulate her, harm her friends, or when her 'embarrassing side' is revealed, and can sometimes be self-deprecating- flattery makes her slightly uncomfortable. She is a recluse. I guess she can be described as 'tsundere' sometimes? She's passionate about her beliefs and rather headstrong- arguing with her will get you nowhere; she can reduce her anyone to tears within ten minutes all the while keeping a flawless pokerface (that's scary). She enjoys fishing, reading, swimming, and is currently attempting to learn how to play the violin. She has no living relatives, except for an older female cousin from Denmark that she addresses as 'sister'. She also has a crush on Lukas, her senior colleague and former upper class friend in university. |
| Likes | Dislikes |
- DIY - Fish - Coffee (without it, she wouldn't be able to get up in the morning) - Sarcasm and cruel jokes (It's only funny if the joke is on someone else, though) - Reading (She'd rather have her nose in a book for a whole day rather than talk to unfamiliar people) /div] | - Talking too much/talking to strangers - Crowds - Sob stories - People that never shut up (she likes it quiet) - Early mornings (She's not an early bird, and mornings are evil) |
| Dreams | Fears |
- Kirsten had wanted to be a neurosurgeon. She studied psychology and biology, but ended up being a researcher. - When she was a child, she had wanted to be able to breathe underwater and speak to fish ((That was totally random)) - To be rich | - Being forever alone or forgotten (even though she's a total recluse, she grew up without any friends and would be depressed if no one noticed her) - Drowning (she's an excellent swimmer, but the very thought of drowning terrifies her) - Insects (they creep her out) |
| Background |
Kirsten's Greenlandic mother died during childbirth, and her unknown father never claimed her. She was sent to live with her maternal grandmother, in the isolated countryside. The little girl grew up alone except for her grandmother and her Danish cousin that occasionally visited, without any children her age to befriend. As a result, she became prickly and socially awkward in adulthood. Throughout her whole childhood, she frequently wondered why her father was never a part of her life at all, and though she asked multiple times, neither her grandmother nor cousin had any idea where he was. Kirsten came to the conclusion that he either simply disappeared, died, or abandoned her. At age thirteen, she and her grandmother moved to Nuuk, the capital of Greenland, where Kirsten enrolled in a local school (having been homeschooled for her earlier years). She was bright, studious, and serious, and she became one of the best in her school. Despite this, she was constantly bullied for not having parents, and she became rather antisocial and reclusive. Through her whole school career, she did not have a single friend. When Kirsten was fifteen, her grandmother found out that she had Parkinson's disease, and brought Kirsten along with her to the hospital for emotional support during the checkup and therapy session. It was here that Kirsten became fascinated with medical study. After a short conversation with a few of the doctors there, she found that she wanted to be like one of them. She found herself particularly interested in neurology and psychology, fascinated by the complexity of the mind, brain, and nerves. This encounter left a lasting impression on the teenage Kirsten, and for her senior years she took a course in Biology and another in Psychology. After graduation, Kirsten went to a university in Norway, where she met her first friends, two brothers. Even though they were both in a different grade to her, they remained good friends, and eventually Kirsten developed something of a crush on the elder brother, though she was too shy and awkward to voice her feelings, and after his graduation, they lost contact and forgot each other. A few years later, Kirsten herself graduated, but found herself without a job, the hospitals were all out of job slots, and they chose other graduates instead of Kirsten because she had zero experience, spending all her time studying with her nose to the grindstone and missing several opportunities to gain medical experience that others quickly jumped at. Unemployed and lost, Kirsten wandered around Northern Europe with a backpack and the last of her savings for a few months, before returning to Greenland. One evening, Kirsten received a call from her cousin about a job opportunity as a researcher for the British government. Overjoyed at the prospect of employment, she packed up her belongings, said farewell to her grandmother, and straight away bought a plane ticket to England. Upon arriving, Kirsten took an interview for the job, and was glad to find out the next day, accepted. She would be working as a secretary to one of the more senior employees, a biochemist. (I think you can see where this is leading...) She was moderately amused to find out that the person she would be assisting was an alumnus from her old university, and moreover, her former friend. She found the climate and weather of this new place difficult to get used to, but she looks forward to working and maybe seeing some old friends again. |
| Role-Play Sample |
((Zombies in IKEA)) There was something wrong about the window. The front display window of the old abandoned furniture store in the old neighborhood where the only inhabitants were a few retired old-timers, had several old polaroid photographs of screaming people tacked to the grimy glass. Of course, Kirsten had thought nothing of it when she went in the old building. Any sane person would have gone out of their way to evade the abandoned furniture store; it was a basic rule of thumb to stay away from abandoned furniture stores. Actually, stay away from abandoned anything. But on this particular day Kirsten went to the abandoned store to see if there was anything she might scavenge and use to redecorate her house. She hadn't really taken notice of the creepy photos on the front window, or the warning "STAY OUT, DANGER" written in red spray-paint on the door, or even the brown stain on the threshold that looked suspiciously like a bloody handprint, long since dried. But, to tell the truth, even as Kirsten marched unflinchingly past the door, she couldn't help but feel a slight chill feather down her spine. Why am I scared? She thought to herself. There is nothing to fear from an abandoned building... Or so she thought. The sliding glass doors, once automated but long-since broken, screeched loudly on their rails when Kirsten pushed them open. Dust and plaster fell like snow and cobwebs caught on her face, but she brushed them off and stepped though the opening. It was dark, as was expected, inside the store. Kirsten flicked a light switch on the wall, and a single lightbulb on the flaky ceiling buzzed to life, giving off a weak, wavering yellowish light that flickered out every few seconds. The entire chamber was filled with obscure, shapeless objects covered in white sheets, giving off a ghostly, ethereal appearance, enhanced by the barely existent light. A thick layer of dust coated the floor like a grey wool carpet, emitting little puffs of dust with every footfall. Slowly, Kirsten's eyes grew accustomed to the dark. The cracked walls, with their paint and plaster peeling off, was graffitied with warnings and death threats, some written in some sort of drippy red-brown pigment that was unmistakably dried blood. There were more polaroid photographs, some of screaming people, and some of.... mangled corpses. This time, the chill that ran down Kirsten's spine was real. She began to doubt herself, and slowly edged back to the door. She tried to pull it open, but it was jammed shut. There was no way to pry it open. The only way she could go now was forward, deeper into the heart of the building, and hopefully exit through the back door. Kirsten reached into her pocket for her mobile phone, and tried dialing a friend, but the line was dead. No cell connection. Damn. Slowly, reluctantly, Kirsten advanced forward into the room. All was eerily silent, except for the sound of the blood flowing through her ears. She felt her nerves begin to crack, her hands were clammy and beads of metallic cold sweat began to form on her forehead. Honestly, she had never been so afraid her whole life. Well, at least things can't get any worse, She thought, in an attempt to reassure herself. She strode up to a tall object, and pulled the white sheet off, showering herself with more dust and cobwebs. Under the sheet was a tall closet, made of a fine, dark red wood, with carved doors. Hesitantly, Kirsten reached forward and opened one of the doors, despite her apprehension and her common sense screaming out to leave the closet alone. The hinges opened, creaking softly. Kirsten peered inside, and to her utmost terror... ...Inside the closet was the rotting corpse of a woman who had gone missing the previous week. Kirsten screamed, putting her hands to her mouth. As if things weren't petrifying enough, the corpse began to move. It began to twitch, and slowly, shuddering, its hands reached out, fingers curled in claws. Kirsten stood and watched, less than two yards away, petrified. The corpse stepped down from the closet, movements stiff and jarring like a marionette, and it called out in a hoarse voice, "Heeeelllp meeee...." Kirsten screamed again, and bolted backwards. She could smell putrid the scent of death and rotting, festering flesh clogging her nostrils, and hear the dead woman's rattling breath, croaking voice, and creaking steps behind her. She didn't dare look back. She ran head-first into the brittle glass door, the glass shattering on the impact. Her head was spinning, and blood ran from her forehead, back, and limbs where the shards of broken glass had cut into her flesh, but she kept running. Once she was safely out on the sidewalk, and sure that the corpse had retreated into the darkness of the abandoned building, she collapsed on the concrete sidewalk and blacked out. |
| OOC Information |
| OOC Name: Rena |
| Contact Information |
| Chatango/kik: TsundereFish |
| Skype: TsundereFishRena |
| made by CAPTAIN of BACK TO NEVERLAND |
