Kyden Wamsted

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C H A R A C T E R

Name: Kyden Leah Wamsted
Gender: Female
Age&&Year: 18&&Senior
Desired Clique: Dolces
Family:

+Robert Wamsted - Father


+Susan Wamsted - Mother


+Haylie Wamsted - Sister

Personality: Ky's personality could be described as a diamond. An uneven one, but definitely a diamond. Why? Because she has numerous facets, but some are larger than others. As such, you can't sum her up in a couple of words. The list would go on for a while, not forever, but a while. Because of that, let's focus on her main traits. Probably the most important aspect of her personality is her determination. She literally will never quit until she finishes what she started. Whether it be a homework assignment, a race, a conversation, anything, she won't stop until it's done and wrapped up with a bow. This trait leads off into many others, but the largest one would be braveness. Of course she feels fear, being brave doesn't mean having no fear, it means acting in spite of it. And Ky will certainly do that. When her friends or the group she's with is scared or frightened, she will lead the way, her shaking hands forgotten. Her next strongest quality is her humor. Ky can make most anyone laugh if she tries, a lot of times she doesn't even have to try. She uses that skill to cheer people up, usually her friends, but it doesn't really matter who it is, only that they're upset. Enter her compassion. Ky can emphasize with people, she almost literally feels their pain. That makes her one of the best shoulders to cry on, because she will listen and understand. But her hard exterior doesn't hint at anything like that, and strangers usually shy away from talking to her.

With her strong, positive, traits discussed, let's move on to her negative qualities. Like I said before, she has a cold, hard exterior that doesn't invite people to talk to her, much the opposite. Her friends know what a kind person she really is, but it takes a while for that to show through, and not many care enough to persist. But even when some try to talk to her, Ky scares them away with her biting sarcasm. She doesn't do it on purpose though, it's just a reflex because she uses it around her friends so much. Others don't know that she's just joking when she says something odd or threatening. That leads to her being a bit of a loner, something that she doesn't mind. Ky seems to need more alone time than others, and she'll go out of her way to get it. And when she's disturbed she can be rude, b*tchy, and spiteful. She tries to hide that side of herself, and she can usually succeed, except when she's mad. Oh dear, the wrath of Ky. She has a very short temper, and it can be set off by the most ridiculous things. Say, if you crack your knuckles or make some repetitive noise when she's doing something quiet. Or talking to her when she's reading, small stuff like that. It sets her off, and that's when her cruel side shows through the strongest. No one is safe from her biting remarks, ones that almost always hit home. She might not be book smart, but she sure is street and people smart, making it easy for her to come up with the most hurtful insults.

That is a brief description of Ky's inner workings. If you wanted to, you could write a paper on her personality and all the small facets included in it. But this is her in a nutshell, for the light reader.

History: August 4th, 1990. The day Kyden Leah Wamsted came into existence. She was the second-born to Susan and Robert Wamsted, with an older sister named Haylie. The happy little family lived in quiet Arlington Virginia for all of Ky's seventeen years. But what happened in between her birth and her seventeenth birthday? A whole lot, actually.

As the years passed Ky grew up and started school at Jamestown Elementary. She was young for her grade and age, and that inevitably led her into trouble. During her years in Kindergarten, first, and second grade, she became good friends with the school's principal. Whatever sort of trouble it was, Ky always seemed to land in the thick of it, mostly unintentionally. A lot of the times her temper got the better of her when the other kids teased her about something - usually her name -, and her small fist would fly. Or she hurt someone completely by accident and they said she did it on purpose. But she eventually grew out of that stage and moved on to bigger concerns. Now it wasn't getting in trouble for physical activities, it was her schoolwork. After her first letter grades came home, it was apparent that Ky was no scholar. Straight C's in third grade? Her parents were horrified, especially since her sister had been a model student. Susan and Robert decided they had no choice but to take away Ky's sports until she improved her grades. See, the girl was already on a house soccer team, a summer and winter swim team, and a house basketball team. Her parents were afraid that she was going to devote her life to her sports and forget all about the importance of school. Those thoughts, and the pressure they now put on her, lead to the rocky relationship Ky now has with her parents.

When Ky turned fourteen, she entered high school. Her love for any and all sports had only increased over the years, and so had her skill with any sport she picked up. The young girl was now on a travel soccer team, her school's crew team, the same summer and winter (year-round) swim team, and the same house basketball team. With all of her practice, meet, regatta, and game commitments, Ky barely had time to go to school, much less do her homework. And that lead to her having her senior slump in her freshman year. Her parents didn't realize what was happening until the first quarter's grades came in. She had D's and C's in everything, except for her shining A in gym. Needless to say, they were furious. That was probably the biggest fight of Ky's life, or at least so far. With her parents bearing down on her, Ky's resolve diminished, until she was reduced to tears as her parents yelled at her. She ended up being taken off all of her sports teams because of her parents, and she couldn't do crew because of her poor grades. The girl led a sports-less life until the end of her freshman year, when she managed to scrape B's and C's as her final grades in all her classes. Her parents let her have her sports back, one by one, to make sure she could stay on track. The experience she had suffered through last year had taught Ky a lesson, and now she could generally find the balance between school and sports. All through her life though, she had a very hard time fitting in friends. Of course she had some, but not many by any standards. Three best friends supported her through her rough spots, but most others were merely acquaintances or enemies. Which, considering her personality, is somewhat odd.

Ky slogged through the rest of her high school years until she reached her senior year. And this is where her past ends and future begins. At seventeen she hasn't had a boyfriend, only been kissed once, and is almost permanently going to be considered 'one of the guys'. She's being considered for Olympic trials in swimming, and possibly could be asked to join the Olympic soccer team. The colleges she's applying to will almost unanimously disregard her grades and offer her whichever sports scholarship she wants. What a life.

Picture&&Celebrity:

+Hilary Duff

Appearance: Ky isn't drop dead gorgeous, but she definitely isn't ugly. So let's shoot for somewhere in the middle and go with very pretty. Although don't tell her that, she'll just about bite your head off and show you a list of her flaws. No matter how many times her friends tell her she's absolutely gorgeous, she's extremely self conscious in clothes, places, or environments she's not used to. Onto her looks.

Ky has a semi heart shaped face, but don't think that means she's delicate looking. Far from it, but let's stay on track. Her hair is medium length, usually down to her shoulders unless she's had it trimmed recently. It usually stays straight, with a bit of a wave when she lets it air dry. When she has it down and it's wet, she sort of looks like a drowned rat, she's not one of those people who can pull off that look. As for the color, it's not blond, but not brown; she likes to call it golden blond. Honey colored works too. Sometimes the ends get frizzy and split ends crop up because of her rigorous swimming, but that's what conditioner is for. Her eyes are fairly large, and oval shaped. She says that they're crooked, claiming that one is set lower than the other, but it's not as noticeable as she thinks. They're dark green in color, and they seem to sparkle when she's had, and oppositely, they go flat when she's sad. Long eyelashes hang over them, and her brows arch into a sarcastic expression quite often. She highly dislikes her nose because she thinks its too big. But really, it's just a nose. End of story. Her mouth is full and naturally forms a frown when she's not doing anything. Her skin is mostly clear of acne, thankfully she's grown out of that stage. Sometimes a small one will bloom near her hairline, but nothing more than that. A light smattering of freckles lie over her nose and a small section on either side. And that's Ky's face.

All of her numerous sports have honed her body into a lean, mean, fighting machine. She has a permanent tan all over thanks to long hours put in at the pool, on the field, and on the river. The only skin that isn't covered in her tan is the parts that a bikini can cover. Ky can wear a bikini without her self consciousness kicking in because there's almost no fat on her body, since all of it has been converted into muscle. She has biceps, she has abs, she has quads, she has calves... Need I go on? Her height is a noticeable feature, at 5'10'' she towers over a lot of girls - especially the cutesy, preppy kind that annoy her so much -, and is on level with a fair number of guys. Ky isn't an extremely curvy girl like some are, but she's not shaped like a stick. She's stuck somewhere in between with everything except her butt. She has the classic 'white girl' butt, meaning she hardly has one. It's something she doesn't like now, but will probably appreciate later on in life (as her mother told her). Large feet hold her up, and I mean large. She can fit into a pair of elevens if they run big, but she mostly sticks with size twelves. Ky finds it embarrassing, but no one else really cares that much. She has large hands too, which help her with swimming to pull her through the water faster. And that's Ky's body.

Let's go back to all the sports Ky does for help on her style. You get three guesses and the first two don't count. That's right, she dresses completely sporty. She has a closet full of warmup suits, team shirts, tee-shirts with clever sayings on them, soccer shorts, head bands... Pretty much any clothes related to sports finds its way onto her frame. Usually that's enough for her, but on special occasions she'll fish something out from the back of her closet that's not sports-related. Something like a jean skirt and a nice top are as far as she goes, she doesn't own anything inappropriate or dressy at all. Her mom nearly had a heart attack once when it was the day of someone's wedding and Ky didn't have a single dress to her name. As for makeup, mostly she just wears cover up if she needs it, and lip gloss. But on those special occasions, she wears mascara and possibly some eye shadow, but only because her parents pretty much force her. And that's Ky's style.


N O W Y O U

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Name: Annemarie
Age: Fourteen
Gender: Female
Chase is: Read the rules dearies.
RP Sample: {From Paradise Vale}

Words and images bombarded Zavon's senses. Speech fell fast and venomous from the lips of all, and he had to work to keep up with all of it. Blaze moved forwards beside him, closer to the fool in front of them. Her words were confident and bold, making a smirk fall into place again on the brute's face. He had said that she could have the honors for the way Zant spoke to her, and it would be cruel of him to back down from that promise. The ebony brute opened his maw to give his consent, but the deluded beast beat him to it. Zant's words again had the effect of sending Zavon's blood boiling, rage reheating under his harsh lyrics. The thought had occurred to him before, but now Zavon paused to wonder on who this brute thought he was. No one, absolutely no one waltzed into a stranger pack's lands and then acted like they were the alpha. It just wasn't done; respect for alpha's was imprinted on every wolf's brain, and now these two were just defying generations of tradition? And they didn't even have the advantage of ruling the land they fought on, plus they were outnumbered. What could they hope to gain from this fight besides wounds and possibly a place in another world? Confusion briefly addled Zavon's brain at those thoughts, but sharp clarity was returned when his mate spoke. Like Blaze, her words were unafraid. But unlike the other femme's her words were tinged with madness, and completely filled with hatred. Her insults made Zavon smirk despite his increasing instability. Fury was clouding his mind, and it made it hard to respond with clever words, but Ayame managed it perfectly. Her kinder words to Lilith were dead on, no matter what Zant said. Lilith did deserve better, but better than him, not Zavon's pack. Giving her the option was only fair, though if she chose wrongly Zavon wouldn't hesitate to fight her.

As Ayame continued her speech, Zavon grew more and more pleased with his mate. She knew what she was doing, and still found a way to express her love. Her whisper caught him off guard though, and he responded fiercely, that new and powerful emotion surging up beside the anger. "You have done no wrong, much the opposite. I would have felt uncertain without you here, but now I am sure, and I will fight beside you no matter what." Perhaps his words weren't as flowing as his mate's, perhaps they fell harshly and without rhythm. But it didn't matter, Ayame knew him well enough to understand what he said, and more importantly, what he didn't say. The brute wished desperately to linger on their private conversation, and nothing else, but the situation proved impossible for that. If he let his guard down for more time than it took to reply to his mate, then he might be the one with his throat ripped out. Needless to say, that would not be a good thing. Ayame spoke again, and Zavon was impressed with how much sense her words made. In her state, you wouldn't expect for her to do any more than flail about wildly, but she was proving that assumption wrong. Her arguments made more sense than his, something that he didn't mind at all. Zavon wouldn't be very happy with a dumb mate.

The femme finished her speech, and no more words were exchanged, for the moment at least. If the alpha wanted to get his words in, he would have to speak now and be quick about it. "I agree with everything my mate has said, and you would be wise to think on it, Lilith. If you don't, well that's your mistake. Oh, and Blaze? You had better be quick if you want to beat me to the punch." The brute's words fell swiftly from his tongue, not enough so as to sound odd, but easily misheard if you weren't listening intently. His tone was guttural, and those simple words were almost more than he could manage. Luckily for him, not much was needed to be said, only to be done. And he got right to work on that part. With a snarl like a lion's roar, Zavon launched himself at the other brute on the word 'punch'. One of his strengths was speed, and he planned to make good use of it in this fight. Another advantage he had was intelligent fighting, meaning he wouldn't just swing around with brute force. There was always a cool and collected part of his brain that remained separate and advised him on what to do. But in this situation, that small part of his brain was only a fraction of what it normally was. So much of his being was consumed by rage that he was hard pressed to keep even that tiny amount of coolness. Thankfully though, he did keep it, and it told him to aim to the left of Zant, instead of in front of him. Going that way would only served to get himself killed, and he was not planning on that.

Muscles bunched as he landed heavily on the ground, bending his elbows far to keep him low to the ground, under any sudden swing Zant might make. For that quick second that he was recovering from his jump, Zavon was vulnerable, and he knew it. But there was no other way for it to be done, and hopefully Blaze would be smart enough to go to Zant's right so as to keep him busy. Ayame could handle the femme if she chose to fight with the screwed up wolf. Those thoughts raced through the cold part of his mind in a split second, being pushed out by pure instinct as he prepared to fight for his pack. For Blaze. For Ayame. And he was not going to lose to this fxcker.[/blockquote][/size]