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Teresa Kinley (A.K.A. T.K.)

Roleplay: "Taking the Chance (Accepting magical characters)"

Player: shockingzelda

Private,   Enabled,   Pending,   Owned



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Synopsis
A normal teenage girl who's a bit out there and always smiling on the outside, but twisted and angry on the inside.


Description
T.K. is of a medium build and is rather short. She's only muscluar in her legs, due to the running she does. She's about 5 foot 2 inches tall. She has light blond hair and red tips. Her eyes are green with a brown outline. Her bangs cross over her right eye. On her right eye its pale and has a scar over her eyebrow and in her eye. 
 
She usually wears skinny jeans and some type of hoodie.


Personality

TK's a bit temperheaded, and easy to send off of the edge, and generally, if you do that, she won't be coming back over that edge for a while. She can hold a grudge. She's never outspoken and her ideas are always out there. She's never shy, but acts like a total angel when supervised by someone she respects/or needs to kiss up to.

On the other hand, TK is actually very twisted. She uses people and uses them often. She'll cause fights inside of her friend group and no one would know. She's very sneaky and can be very cunning and clever.





Equipment / Abilities

TK is a very good artist, but no one really knows. And those who do know, have never seen her sketch book. She draws manga, but of her friends and daily life, making it kinda like a journal. But she sometimes draws some awkward stuff, like people she can imagine going out, so she keeps it close to her.

TK can also sing. No one knows about that. Until maybe a talent show.

She's also a very good dancer. She's entered contests and other things, but was never really serious about it. So she does few things that have to do with dancing. She can also use teletinesis, in supernatural role plays.





History

"History? About me? Oh, well then I guess its finally time for me to tell someone about my past. You'll make me famous, right?

Well, I was born with a twin, a boy. I came out first. Demetri came out second. We were close to each other from there on out. We did everything together. Or at least everything up until we were 10.

Demitri had a cancer growing in his brain.And no one saw it until he had a seizure. And when they did see it, he was already on the road to death. We tried everything from chemotherapy to natural remedies, but nothing worked. It slowly killed him, pulling him further and furter away from sanity. On the last day, he told me he loved me and then went on babbling nonsense, like a baby. And then he never spoke to me again. He died the next day, which drove my mom right off of the wall.

She blamed me for his death. She kept screaming at me and telling me that I should've died instead. She went nuts. She had me pinned to the floor and put a knife to my eye, leaving a scar that I'll never loose. Our dad had abandoned us before we were even born, so once my mom flung herself over that ledge, I had no where to go. My grandparents were dead, and I had no family on my mom's side. When the state finally looked into my dad's side of the family, I was forced to move to my aunt's house.

She was very... Witchy. She loved making concoctions that did amazing things. Once she gave me something she said that would make me grow faster. Instead I shunk some. There was a bone eating bacteria that formed inside of me that caused it. After I had the bacteria killed, I moved away. I went to my uncle's house, whom was very close to my dad. When I was dropped off, my dad was there, only I didn't know it, I just regarded him as one of Uncle Tin's friends.

So now, here I am, living in a nice trailor park with my good uncle. A good ending, right? Nope.

My uncle liked me. Alot. He kept touching me, and then one day he took it too far. He touched me while I was making dinner, and I was chopping onions. Me, being a bit paranoid, got him with a knife. He got stabbed in the hand, and had to have it amputated to save the rest of his arm from infection. Then, he too, thought me as a bad nut and sent me away. Now I live in an apartment with a guy who's a bit nerdy.

Now I'm done. Can I have that cookie now?"





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