Post by Kirsten on Jun 4, 2008 5:46:22 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Kirsten Oleksei
Age: Sixteen and a half
Height: Five foot one
Weight 104 lbs
Blood Type: AB
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair: Auburn with natural brown highlights, Kirsten allows her hair to fall in a short feathery cut reaching just below her jawline. On a bad day she won't bother to put it up, but can otherwise be found experimenting with all sorts of accesories.
Pass Time Information
Hobbies:
Though it can hardly be called a hobby, Kirsten enjoys doodling regularly, as it "quote" helps arrange her thoughts "end quote".
Talents:
None to be discovered, so far. Kirsten is hardly special.
Favorite Things:
Hum. To narrow it down a bit, the three things Kirsten would have to have when stranded on a deserted island are: (1) a few dozen cans of Boyarde, (2) her sketchbook + a box of No. 2 pencils, and (3), her watch. It's always good to know the time, yes?
Mental Information
Personality:
Kirsten's always felt sort of detached from the world. Other girls have never accepted her, as she's always been too "quote" smart "end quote" or "quote" plain "end quote" for the best of them, and even after hitting her growth spurt early and taking extra care in how she looked, boys never noticed her for a moment longer than they had to. The earlier years of her life made an increasing gap in Kirsten's confidence. Being spoken to now, save it be by someone she'd expect to talk to her like a librarian or a teacher, brings on a wave of nervous energy and she can usually be found stuttering for the first few minutes of a conversation. Always the lone wolf, the girl who didn't have two best friends to help her make it through Jr. High, Kirsten likes to keep her life organized. It's at least one of the things she can do with all the free time other children her age use having that alien little thing called fun.
Prone to stress, Kirsten indulges in doodling down her thoughts and daily adventures as a way of venting. Since she's hardly been Miss Popularity all her life, she's become used to being ignored and almost prefers the quiet life where she lurks in the shadows and no one knows she's there. Almost. But not quite. The lack of attention does tend to make her feel somewhat insecure. On most days, she can handle it, but on those remaining few, Kirsten can be a terrible mess.
Mentality:
"Stable this day, gone the next. But no matter what, I promise, I'll try my very best." - Kirsten Oleksei
Ideal: "In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on." - Robert Frost
Belief: Christianity, loosely
Physical Information
Build: Mediocore
Head: Nothing special
Torso: Nothing special
Arms: Short, stiff appendages
Legs: Long, thin
Feet: ... you can ... describe feet?
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Whatever she feels like in that one moment when doing her hair. With Kirsten, accesorizing is never something to be thought about. One simply listens to one's impulses.
Shirts: Plain, understated pieces.
Pants: See above.
Shoes: Comfortable footwear. It's not as if her English teacher is exactly going to notice she bought a new pair of mules, right?
Misc: Kirsten enjoys adding pins to her outfits. They add a well needed flair to her otherwise bland choices.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Tae Kwan Do (
) Years Practiced: Four
Description of Style:
When Kirsten was eight and a half, she took a Tae Kwan Do course well into her twelfth birthday. Although she's forgotten the traditional moves, she still focuses on delivering blows with her feet as she learned to do in her Tae Kwan Do classes. It's rare finding Kirsten using her hands for violent purposes. She'll use her forearms and elbows to block attacks, but her fists are always close by; in Kirsten's opinion, a couple of kicks is not hurting someone. Using her fists, on the other hand, would be pure heartless.
History Information
History:
Ever since she was young, Kirsten's always been different from other children. When kids her age were still fascinated by building blocks, she'd already moved on to reading. She was able to talk in three word sentences when others who surrounded her still hadn't graduated from baby talk, and she was one hundred percent capable of potty-training on her lonesome by the time she was five years old. After first grade, thogh, Kirsten stopped being different because she was smart and just simply became... different.
No one would play with her or eat lunch with her because she was too much of a "quote" freak "end quote". This was a difficult thing to swallow in the second grade. Kirsten found herself first building her insecurities as early on as then; they only became greater overtime. The tallest child in her class for the first couple of years of her school life, Kirsten thought that maybe the rude comments would stop when she reached middle school and everyone was as tall as her. She was right on one hand. Everyone did shoot up in height when Jr. High came around and she was no longer the tallest kid in her class. But on the other hand, she was still an outcast. It wasn't that people didn't like her anymore, it's just that they just completely lost interest. She became invisible. Not a great thing to acknowledge when you're going through puberty and are overly prone to some things.
After experiencing a nervous breakdown after some pretty brass words were exchanged -- alright, received] -- in the beginning of seventh grade, Kirsten went to see a therapist, as was her parents' wish. And it helped. It really did. After a couple of months, Kirsten became less self-conscious and she really began to learn how to relax a little bit. But then she overheard her parents talking one night. Her mother was saying how she was worried about Kirsten and then her father, although he seemed to have meant it as a joke, said something about having should have adopted "quote" one of the Asian ones "end quote". This put Kirsten on red alert. Before she could reason with herself or execute any stress relieving exercises, she burst in the room and demanded if she was adopted. Needless to say her parents were speechless. Kirsten fled the room, confident that there was something wrong with her now if her own parents hadn't even wanted her. If her own adoptive parents were wishing they'd adopted someone else.
Later that evening, Kirsten's mother came up with Kirsten's favorite childhood snack. Pretzels and cranberry juice. She told Kirsten in soothing tones that she wasn't supposed to have heard that conversation and that, yes, she was adopted, but she'd wanted Kirsten to find out in a much gentler way and when she was older, which is why she'd never told her. Kirsten took this in. She wasn't mad at her adoptive parents, they'd been great to her as far as adoptive parents go and she'd sincerely thought of them as a decent mom and dad, as much as she was insecure about herself. She was adopted? That meant her parents had given her away! Which meant they hadn't wanted her! Which meant that even back then they could sense that something was wrong with her. That she was so much of a freak that even her parents couldn't overlook her flaws.
Kirsten spent weeks telling herself this. Hence her second breakdown. A new therapist was hired, and he recommended Kirsten find some way to express herself instead of always longing after others company in order to let out her true feelings. He gave her a journal the first week, but it remained unfilled. So the next week he gave her a sketchbook. Oddly, Kirsten grew attached to it. She used it to doodle things: words, little cartoons, everything. She loved putting her thoughts down on paper and her sketchbook enabled her to do just that. When she returned to the therapist's office the following week, he was pleased with her progress. He insisted she keep it up even after she stopped seeing him, and four weeks later when he announced she was as good as he could get her, she listened.
Although still insecure and the victim to a tougher childhood, Kirsten has come a long way. Her parents have just moved to Long Beach as her father required to for a job transfer and she is beginning her freshmen year at #259 shortly. There, she hopes to graduate, if she can't do it with friends, at least unnoticed. She's learned two things about life through all that she's been through: (1) you don't always get what you want in life, but (2), whatever you do get, it's easier than you think to deal with it and move on. She's trying out that theory right now. Who knows? Maybe like her favorite breakfast, she'll come out looking sunny side-up?
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of Resident: Townhome
Roommates: Do parents count as roommates?
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
