Post by kitija roja lapina on Oct 30, 2011 14:35:54 GMT -5
[/font]KITIJAROJALAPINA!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Kitija. I am eighteen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for about a year and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have no other characters on this site! If you want to contact me you can by the msn I made for forums: Zlorecile@hotmail.com.
Name: Kitija Roja Lapina
Nickname: Kit
Age: sixteen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: straight
Playby: Erin Heatherton
Member Group: Regular Junior Student.
Appearance
Kitija has a very girl-next-door appeal. Naturally wavy Long blonde hair with pretty bad split ends. It's naturally wavy and falls a few inches past her armpits and doesn't have any special part. Her skin is rather pale, which makes a flurry of freckles across her face stand out. Her favorite part of her body is her eyes, which are a yellow-green. Her skin is clear of any blemishes besides one. A scar that stretches on her torso, starting between her breasts and moving down to the right before it wraps across her side and goes to the middle of her back.
Personality:
SILENT: Kitija is a girl of few words, at least when she is unfamiliar with the person she is talking to. It is a belief that she isn't capable of speaking decent English, recently moving from Latvia. However, her English is fine with a heavy accent. The reason for her silence is a mixture of two things. First was the way she was raised: alone in a large house without a friend to speak to. She got used to being silent and getting along fine that way. Second, is the fact that she is extremely awkward around people, so she finds it best if she just keeps quiet and speaks when necessary. In the past at least, that has saved her from many awkward moments.
PRIDEFUL&HARDWORKING: "a days pay for a days work". That is a belief Kitija, like her parents, believes strongly in. Being lazy and letting others do something for you, is shameful in her eyes. A real do-it-herselfer, Kitija refuses to rely on her parents money to get her what she wants. This even goes as far as to refuse money from her parents and instead get a par-time job.
CLUMSY: If it can be broken, tripped on, or messed up, Kitija will be there. She is known for her clumsiness and the way she can mess almost anything up. Many wonder where she learned to be so uncoordinated. Certainty not from her graceful mother. Either way though, she doesn't much care about that and excepts the fact she needs to stay away from vases.
FEARLESS: You know that little voice that some people have that says 'oh dear.. this is dangerous...'? Somewhere along the road Kitija lost that. Perhaps it is the fact she has nobody who cares enough, or that she cares about enough, but her sense of self-preservation is next to none. This is different from impulsiveness, as she does thing before she acts. She just doesn't care about her own safety like others might.
TOMBOY: For some reason Kitija couldn't give, girls never liked her much. Whether it was her carefree attitude, the fact she could never discuss celebrities or stars, or that she just wasn't good enough for them she will never know. Guys on the other hand, she can get along with just fine. That is where she got most of her dressing, and her behavior habits from. Instead of shopping, she would much rather go play ball with come friends.
Likes:
Animals
Storms
Pomegranates
Reading
Snow
Rain
Soccer
Football
Basketball
Swimming at night
Math
Green foods
Old-school Nintendo
Dislikes:
Sweets
Rude people
Too much sun (Burns easily)
Shopping
Playboys
Biology
Cooked foods
White cake (her least favorite food)
Drugs
Cigarette's and Cigarette smoke.
Xbox
Mother: Marija Lapina, 42, X-top Model
Father: Ludis Lapina, 43, politician
Siblings: none
Pets: None
History:
Kitija's parent worked for what they got. They didn't start out with the net worth they have today. Just how much the net worth is she will keep to herself. Her parents were both poor. her dad was a busboy during high school and yet he still managed to graduate with a 4.3 GPA and get a free ride through Harvard law in the United States. He went on to become a lawyer, a judge, was voted to be one of Latvia's 100 representative (similar to the US Senate), and is now campaigning t be the prime minister of Latvia. He was never around much because of that.
Kitija's mother was much of the same. She started modeling with a small agency when she was 14. A larger one saw her talent and she was signed on with Woman Milan when she turned 17. Soon after, she reached the top 50 list at age 19 with spot number ten. She rose and eventually became number 2. Lately she has fallen back down to number 9 but nobody has defeated her yet for that spot. Kitija could care less about the fashion world though, and cant tell the difference between Gucci and Givenchy.
Kitija's mother fell in love with her dad somehow, they got married and walla! Kitija came into being grew into what she is. her mom, though she is expired in the modeling field, still does interviews and is a manager herself. She is always oversees or in NY as a result. Neither parents were ever around for her growing up.
So don't be mistaken. Her parents worked for what they got. That hard-working attitude is probably one of the only things they gave her. She didn't have a relationship with them to say the least. While she loved her father, she called her mother 'Mrs. Lapina' for as long as she could remember. A very formal relationship to say the most. Growing up was lonely, in a large mansion on the side of the hill with only a housemaid to keep her company. Her parents came home rarely, so she was forced to learn how to entertain herself. She didn't complain though, and instead grew up a silent child. During her primary school years, she didn't hang out with the other kids. They thought she was weird, still acting like she would around her parents. It wasn't until middle school Kitija shed her dresses and opted to wear jeans and T-shirts. Immediately, she found a place she could fit in: with the guys.
Eventually, Kitija started to really enjoy life. She became best friends with four guys: Eduard, Nikolajs, Peteris, and Vilhelms. They were the life of the school and the town. The four guys seemed to have every girl in sight fawning over them, and Kitija would just laugh. They all had a pact that she would never date any of them and they would never start to like her. She was one of the guys and the four of them were inseparable. Instead of the coming home to the large empty house, Kitija spent most nights over with one the guys. There were a lot of rumors starting from that, as it seemed hard to believe that she was actually sleeping over there and not sleeping with them. Rumors like that were ignored though.
It seemed like the five of them were invincible, and for a long time they were. It wasn't until a week after Kitija's 16th birthday that anything changed. The guys and Kitija decided to go 'have some fun' in a place they shouldn't There was a large mansion a few miles from where Kitija lived that had been abandoned for as long as the town could remember. It was marked as unsafe and was set to be demolished in less than a month. The foolish five decided they wanted to 'help' the workers out and snuck out to the mansion to see if their was anything left in it and to just say they'd been in there. They didn't realize that there was a reason the mansion had been marked unsafe because the wood was so infested it could barely hold its own weight.
They infiltrated the mansion, finding a few cool things but nothing too amazing. Carelessly, Eduard and Nikolajs started roughhousing over an old-looking hairpin they saw in a bedroom on the second floor, both of them claiming they'd give it to Kitija as a belated birthday present. The others, including Kitija were cheering and didn't realize until it was too late that the floor was crackling behind them where they stood in the old bedroom until it was too late. Kitija didn't notice what was going on before the floor just behind her caved in and she slipped backwards, her side getting town by the building material as she fell down and everything went black.
The result of that tumble was the scar she now has across her torso, a broken leg (which has healed) and a broken arm (which has also healed). She was in a Coma for thirteen days and when she woke up, she noticed that her four friends were the only people there for her. her parents it seemed, had been to busy to fly and see her. That is something even her, a normally forgiving girl, refuses to forgive them for. It turned out that after she fell, the four boys had hesitated calling the ambulance. They knew that they were trespassing and they could get in serious trouble. In the end they had called and Kitija was shipped to the hospital. After all was done and the police came to interview them however, they realized the severity of what they had done.
Kitija knew the other boys were poor. They wouldn't be able to afford a good lawyer and they wouldn't have the same backing as she would, coming from a political family. In a hasty Decision Kitija ended up taking the blame, and said that her friends had only come to try and stop her. It was bought and as expected, her families name along with a well-paid lawyer got he off scot-free. She thought it would end there, and she could go back to being with the guys. But, her parents had other plans.
Not wanting to risk letting her endanger their careers, her parents told her over the phone they were sending her to live with a family friend in the United states. No matter how angry Kitija got, or what she did, they wouldn't listen. Less than a week after she was released from the hospital, Kitija found herself at a goodbye party, preparing to leave for some boarding school and out of her parents way.
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Code Word: -edited out by mod-
Roleplay Post
The wind whipped Kyra's hair back as she flew through the night sky with her team of two other Auror's. She almost wished she had tied the long blonde locks back, but they had left at the spur of the moment, with no time to spare. In the middle of the winter, it was not pleasant to be on a broom. Despite the warm yet allowed her a free range of motion, snow seemed to blow under it. The clothes themselves were muggle-made clothes, something she had a knack for picking out. A black thermal Shirt beneath a grey Vest, and grey sweats over black Yoga pants. Her shoes were combat boots. All together, the outfit didn't seem appropriate for the seemingly innocent girl. But, she was not focusing on the blizzard weather or the lack of fashion sense. No, these three Auror's had far greater challenges on there hands. That which was forcing them to ride quickly through the unpleasant weather.
Kyra kept her senses alert. Right now, the Auror in the front was leading and watching the area in front of them, the Auror in the middle was in charge of surveying the sides, and she had the most important position of watching the rear. They were being followed, and it was clear they were not going to loose their four pursuers easily. Death Eaters. The word resonated through her body like a rough note. The whole reason why Kyra was an Auror, was to fight and stop them. They were cruel beings and she wished nothing more than for them to disappear.
For a moment, only the sound of the air rushing past kept them company. But, like a calm before the storm. Out of almost nowhere came a purple flash, heading towards her back. Quickly, Kyra countered it with a Finite Incantatem spell, making it null. She watched carefully, and sure enough she could see the outline of a Death Eater to her left. Glancing at the team leader, who nodded, Kyra swerved her broom away and after the Death Eater. She could see the Death Eater moving ahead. She sped up and pointed her wand, yelling: "Reducto". The Death Eater countered it by sending an explosive curse at her. With her eyes narrowed in concentration she swerved to the side, avoiding the blast. More and more blows were exchanged. The two ducked, rolled, swerved, and moved in unison: each trying to get the upper hand. Finally, after the fierce winds buffered him just enough to move him off balance, a spell of Kyra's hit. A Conjunctivitus curse. The Death Eaters eyes swelled up and while he was unable to see she flew up besides him and aimed to give him a firm kick in the head, sending him spiraling downwards. What she didn’t expect was for him to grab her foot, yanking her towards him.
She thought fast, and allowed herself to be pulled towards him and off the broom, she kept hold on the broom with hand, hard to do in the storming weather. Closing her eyes, she let the broom loose its magic and therefor start falling. Quickly, she grasped the stick with both hands and let herself fall back. The unnamed man, being blind, was surprised by the jolt and he tilted to the side. That was all she needed to combine his momentum with kicking her free foot up, hitting him straight in the face and causing him to fly off his broom. One would be surprised by the kick of the small girl.
Kyra reactivated the magic in her broom and swung her legs back up, landing upon it. She didn't stop to see what happened to the Death Eater. There was no way he could have survived that fall. More flashes of light alerted her to her comrades and Kyra swerved to meet up with them. As long as there were more Death Eaters, she would not stop fighting. And, there were always more Death Eaters.
Kyra kept her senses alert. Right now, the Auror in the front was leading and watching the area in front of them, the Auror in the middle was in charge of surveying the sides, and she had the most important position of watching the rear. They were being followed, and it was clear they were not going to loose their four pursuers easily. Death Eaters. The word resonated through her body like a rough note. The whole reason why Kyra was an Auror, was to fight and stop them. They were cruel beings and she wished nothing more than for them to disappear.
For a moment, only the sound of the air rushing past kept them company. But, like a calm before the storm. Out of almost nowhere came a purple flash, heading towards her back. Quickly, Kyra countered it with a Finite Incantatem spell, making it null. She watched carefully, and sure enough she could see the outline of a Death Eater to her left. Glancing at the team leader, who nodded, Kyra swerved her broom away and after the Death Eater. She could see the Death Eater moving ahead. She sped up and pointed her wand, yelling: "Reducto". The Death Eater countered it by sending an explosive curse at her. With her eyes narrowed in concentration she swerved to the side, avoiding the blast. More and more blows were exchanged. The two ducked, rolled, swerved, and moved in unison: each trying to get the upper hand. Finally, after the fierce winds buffered him just enough to move him off balance, a spell of Kyra's hit. A Conjunctivitus curse. The Death Eaters eyes swelled up and while he was unable to see she flew up besides him and aimed to give him a firm kick in the head, sending him spiraling downwards. What she didn’t expect was for him to grab her foot, yanking her towards him.
She thought fast, and allowed herself to be pulled towards him and off the broom, she kept hold on the broom with hand, hard to do in the storming weather. Closing her eyes, she let the broom loose its magic and therefor start falling. Quickly, she grasped the stick with both hands and let herself fall back. The unnamed man, being blind, was surprised by the jolt and he tilted to the side. That was all she needed to combine his momentum with kicking her free foot up, hitting him straight in the face and causing him to fly off his broom. One would be surprised by the kick of the small girl.
Kyra reactivated the magic in her broom and swung her legs back up, landing upon it. She didn't stop to see what happened to the Death Eater. There was no way he could have survived that fall. More flashes of light alerted her to her comrades and Kyra swerved to meet up with them. As long as there were more Death Eaters, she would not stop fighting. And, there were always more Death Eaters.
