Post by kalieygreender on Feb 17, 2011 15:41:23 GMT -5
Kaliey Giselle Greender, Female, 20, Junior/Luxford University.
[/size][/color][/center]played by Kaliey
"Let's get comfortable. You got a nickname I can call you?"[/font]
-get conformable on a fluffy couch; Most people just call me Kali. But I've also been called Kales and Kal. Take your pick.
"'S cute. Mind if I just call you babe? Cool. So, babe, what's cooking - for those just listening?"[/font]
Sure, you can call me babe- if I get to call you sweetie.
With golden bronzed skin, it becomes apparent I have English roots from my mother, while still maintaining a strong hold to the Indian genes of my father. The English jeans shining through in terms of body figure. Wide hips offset my elongated legs, adding emphasis to the toned muscles in my abdomen and lower portion of my body, while slender shoulders accentuate the obtuse curve to my hips. Naturally chestnut hair, later dyed blond. - Styled in neatly trimmed layers, my hair cascades down to the lower midsection of my back in loose beachy waves. Broad, doe shaped eyes sit on either side of my nose, washed out shade of blue- almost Grey with an outer ring of navy, above my high and strong cheek bones, my cheeks appearing to still have baby fat. With lips plump and juicy, the top fuller than the bottom, I often have a seductive, yet unintentional pout.
"Cute. Wore that just for me, huh? Speaking of which, give me the details. Gay? Straight? Look kinda like a swinger to me.. Care for a drink or a smoke, babe?"[/font]
I'd love a drink sweetie, but I'll pass on the smoke. I grew up with my parents smoking and slowly learned to it hating it. Ha, I'm straight, but I have had me experiments;)
"Damn. Get some! ha! Chill out. So, swear this won't get leaked anywhere but.. got any secrets? Come on, you can tell me!"[/font]
Secrets? Ha, sweetie, you don't know what you just asked for. I used to hurt myself. Bad. I would scavenger the smallest needle and just prick and scratch at my skin. I would take my parents cigarettes that they rested in the ashtray when they weren't looking and burn myself with them. Pretty soon, my parents figured it out. And believe me when I say, they freaked. So they sent me off to the crazy ward where, you know, crazy people go. I obviously didn't belong. I stayed there for about a week and my parents figured I'd had learned my lesson. Think again. Ya, I learned from it- to be more sneaker. But sweetie, that's a thing of the past and no one ever knew where I was for those couple of weeks. Let's keep this just between you and I, shall we?
"..Ouch. Okay, don't be so cold kid. There's always a way out of shit like that. Got any ambitions, babe?"[/font]
-smiles to herself; I would love to become a pediatrician. I've kids since I grew out of being one.
"Okay, okay. Don't get too excited. Half those are just hearing about you. Now let's see.. Oh, here we go. Tell me a bit about yourself. Likes, dislikes, strengths and weaknesses - all that. We need some dirt!"[/font]
Hobbies-; I'm a very outdoors type of person, athletic and tough, I absolutely love to run, along with diving. I can often be found on the beach, doing any and all things water related.
Likes-; My likes insist of the simple thing in life.
•Running-; My dad got me into this one. We would run everything. He would tell how in shape he wanted me to be. He always wanted me to be the star athlete.
•Bummy bears-; How do you eat ice cream without these little guys? Ha. I'm not sure why, I just love them.
•Nose kisses-; Now we are getting into relationship stuff. -rolls eyes; Who doesn't like being all gooey with there significant other? I love feeling wanted. I love the feeling of love, even though I've never had a real relationship myself.
•Cuddling-; -gives look; No explanation.
•Rain-; Oh rain! First off- the after smell! It gives me a natural high. Second- the feeling of it on your body.. It's like 10 times better than a shower!
•Curling up on the couch to watch a movie-; Relaxing. How do I go into detail on this? Just you, doing absolutely nothing after a hard day.
•Walking on the beach at night-; The calm waves sooth my rushing nerves. It's like my charger. It regenerates me for the following day.
Waking up early-; Hot coffee and maybe a quick walk on the beach just sets my day rite. Along with watching the sun rise.
Dislikes-;
•Loud noises-; Lead to my next dislike.
•Headaches-; ICK! I hate anything that causes this waste of a body function.
•Slow driving-; I have money, so if you piss me off enough, I'll just hit you. I don't care what I have to pay you. O have a short fuse when I'm trying to get somewhere and and assh*le like you is slowing me down.
•A messy house-; I can handle a small pile of clothes on the floor. But no hair everywhere and would it kill you to make your bed or dust your furniture? It's your home. Make it look presentable.
Personality-; Guarded and observant- losing my father in the middle of my youth gave me the fear of losing those who mean most. Very rare is it, that someone is let in, giving them the ability to see my true colors. I often times puts on an emotionless or angry expression, to avoid contact with others, in hopes of never getting close. I'm protective; usually one of the first to stand up to anyone pushing around my family or friends and makes it my main priority to protect. Once someone is able to see me for who I really am, rather than the act I put on, they'll find I'm very carefree and outgoing, hardly ever found without a smile.
"Kinky, ha! Couldn't agree more. 'Nyways, one last thing. How'd you get where you are today?"[/font]
My history isn't that interesting, but maybe that's because I brought most of the bad stuff onto myself most days.
I was born with everything a young girl could ask for. A mother who adored her, a father who would kill for her, and most importantly- money. I was raised to buy people off. My father always tell me, 'People who say money can't buy happiness have obviously never been truly happy '. Growing, I never knew what that meant. I'd ponder it a few times, but never really think about it. What I got from it was people who didn't have money to spend were never happy. That was good enough for me. So I moved on to thinking about more important things. So, as you can see I was a little girl with the world in her hands. Until March of 1998.
I was 7 years old when the doctors diagnosed my father with cancer. I remember sitting in the boring waiting room. kicking my feet like any other bored little girl. I'm sure how long I sat there for, but when my parents came out, I could tell my mom had been crying. My dad couldn't look me in the eye. And he was the one that always taught me to look a person in the eye even under critical conditions. I didn't ask what was going on. All I remember from that day was my mom kneeling down and hugging me the tightest she had ever hugged me before, with my dad playing with her hair. A month or two later my dad's hair began to fall out and finally he just shaved it all off. This confused me further, but I still didn't ask. We went back to that hospital several times over the course of that year. Every time it was the same. Mom cried, dad looked sad. But then, one day when we had to go there again, the doctor invited me into the office with my parents. I sat on my mother lap since my father had lost over 30lbs and was pretty much just skin and bones now. I remember the doctor being very nice to me, too nice. So I finally had the courage to ask the one thing that had been on my mind since the first day we had came here. The words just rolled out of my mouth. 'Is daddy going to die?' The room fell silent and I remember thing that was my answer.
That's all I remember from that year. Watching my father who had raised me up, die in front of my eyes without me even recognizing it. The day he past mom had left me home alone. I was 8 years old by this time and I knew what was happening. My mom was gone no longer than an hour. She came home and cried. She didn't even try to hide it. So I did something I promised my father before he got sick. I grabbed my very first stuffed animal and my blanket, went into the corner of my room, and cried. I remember myself babbling about how much he had hurt me, how much he had hurt mom. After an hour I had fallen asleep on that floor. My mom came in and picked me up. I told her to put me down, that she was going to hurt me just as dad had. She held me tight, resisted my hits. She put me down on my bed and screamed at her to get out, to leave me alone. And that's what she did. To me, I lost both of my parents that day.
My teenage years flew by. Mother was there for me when I needed a woman. But we never had much of a relationship. I would spend countless money shopping. Shopping... I had fallen in love with shopping around age 13. It was my personal escape from the world. I would rack up credit cards and such , but mother never seemed to mind. She always paid them off. We always had money, but I was never sure where she got it from. It wasn't something I worried about.
At age 18, I left without a word to my mother. We bump into each other every now and then. But it's always the usual 'hey, how are you?' then walk away. After I first moved out, I found it difficult being on my own. My mother still paid my credit cards- I don't know why, but she did. So I continued to spend. And pretty soon I decided to go to collage. Now here I am. A Junior in Luxford University.
"Shiiit. Well at least you got yourself babe, can't take that away. And me. -winks- What I'm joking! Kind of. Anyways, relax while we evaluate you, get you into your place, alright? Also, we can't even accept you if your faceclaim has not been posted yet. Post in the faceclaim = your ticket to acceptance. Other than.. you know. Being accepted. A'ight, I'm out - peace."
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about you!
Hey, hey! My name is Amy. I've been role playing since I was 13 and I'm 17 now so that's, 4-5 years? Yes. I know. Not as much as some of your other users (I used accepted apps to sorta give me an idea on what you like). But I swear I can prove to you guys that I belong here. I started role playing on myspace but that went down the drain, so I started browsing sites that involved role play. And I came across you guys:) This is my first proboards profile but I've pretty much got the site figured out- for the most part. If you give me a chance to prove myself- I promise I won't let you down. I guess this is it, until next time! Have a fab day<3[/size]
