Post by looney on Apr 29, 2012 18:00:08 GMT -5
destrel mae karp
HELLO, ALL, JESSICA HERE, BUT MOST OF YOU ALL WILL PROBABLY KNOW ME AS LOONEY FROM THE C-BOX, AND HEY! I EVEN REFER TO MYSELF AS LOONEY MORE THAN I DO JESSICA, LOL. ANYWAYS, I'M FROM THE CENTRAL STANDARD TIMEZONE, AND I JUST TURNED SIXTEEN ABOUT A MONTH OR SO AGO. I'VE BEEN ROLE PLAYING FOR AROUND FIVE OR SIX YEARS, AND IF YOU EVER NEED TO GET IN TOUCH WITH ME, HIT ME UP ON AIM AS LOONEYBRAHH.
FACE CLAIM Sierra Kusterbeck.
FULL NAME Destrel Mae Karp.
NICKNAMES Des or Destrey.
AGE Nineteen.
BIRTHDATE October 31st, 1992
SEXUAL ORIENTATION Heterosexual.
MEMBER GROUP Student.
CURRENT CITY New Haven.
EYES:
HEIGHT RANGE Five one.
WEIGHT RANGE One oh nine.
BODY TYPE Curvy.
HAIR Light brown with honey highlights.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES Her freckles and height.
TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS One tattoo on her foot. It's the Chinese symbol for happiness.Then she has her septum pierced, along with her nose and the right side of her lip. She has plugs in her ears.
FASHION SENSE/STYLE With the way Destrel chooses to dress, nobody would think she's as rich as she is. When shopping for clothes, she goes to Good Will, and usually comes out with some vintage tee shirts, button-ups, and if she's lucky, some skinny jeans. Though she usually shops at other places to get her jeans, just because she's picky. The way Destrel dresses shows a 'I don't care' attitude, especially when she just lets her hair go the natural wavy mess it is.
PARENTS Nash Alexander Karp, Forty-Six, Deceased. Jaime Lynn Karp, Forty-Three, Travel Agent.
SIBLINGS Only child.
PETS AND OTHER RELATIVES Des has a marked white ferret named Pandora.
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE None at the moment.
HOMETOWN New York City.
HISTORY
At exactly twelve-oh-one, one minute past midnight, Jaime Karp gave birth to a Halloween baby; Destrel Mae Karp. There was some fighting between Jaime and her husband, Nash Karp, as to what they would name their child, and finally they came to an agreement. Two days after her mother and father brought her back from the hospital, they had a nursery set up for her. What had originally been two rooms, became one when they knocked the wall out. The walls were painted a soft baby-pink, all the furniture was white as snow, and above her crib, in white cursive letters that hung on the well, said, "Destrel Mae". It was actually pretty needless to say that her parents loved her a great deal. So before we begin on this epic adventure of tragedy, I must get this into your brains, this isn't the history of someone who was beaten, sexually abused as a child, or even bullied. It's the story of a heiress who had it all, only to be brutally ripped away from her from a tragic accident.
In the early stages of life, Destrel was actually quite different than what people would expect from a rich toddler. Most toddlers, no matter what the money status, are stuck-up Miss. Priss's. Just plain mean. Well, since Destrel could talk, both her mother and father taught her her manners, and even with all the money, would tell her no to some things, and most thought that was good. There was enough spoiled little brats in this world, and the Karp family didn't want to contribute to that bad legacy. As Destrel grew up, she always was courteous to her elders, and just... Nice. When she was five, her parents wanted to send her to public school, but Destrel was against that completely. She felt she would get a better education if she went to a private boarding school, and boy was she was right. Even though she was five, barely on the verge of six, she was at least three years ahead of everybody in her class. While all the other little toddlers were complaining about being tired, or just not doing their work, Destrel excelled, doing everything she possibly could to get straight A's.
As Destrel matured, she continued to excel, but she wasn't so enthusiastic about learning and getting the best possible grades she could get. Of course she was still getting amazing grades, but instead of being fun, it turned to being a chore for her to do. This was when Destrel was around nine or ten, and she was still in private school. Her parents were getting emailed and called by the teachers at least once a week, stating that Destrel was acting out, or being bullied, or just not acting like the proper girl she was supposed to be at that age. When Destrel was ten, she hit a tom-boy stage, always wearing her hair in one braid down her back, baseball caps, baggy tee-shirts, and jeans. She would just laugh if somebody asked her to wear a skirt. Or well... Anything at that stage. Teachers were worried about her being a lesbian, and her parents even had one teacher ask that. Of course, they didn't want to hear anything of it. They knew that Destrel was just expressing herself, and that was something they had always taught her how to do. They weren't going to scold her on it just because some people didn't like it.
On Destrel's thirteenth birthday, which so happened to be a holiday from her school, she went home. When she arrived home in the town car her parents sent to pick her up, she almost didn't believe it was her house. It was surrounded by cop cars, an ambulance, and even a big red fire truck was there, towering over all the other vehicles. Destrel didn't know what to think of this. She was an only child, and she was old enough to know that having all three services called meant something bad had happened. Her whole body had turned numb, and she dropped all her bags she had been carrying (Because she didn't believe in having somebody else do something she was perfectly capable of doing.) and starting running as fast as she could inside her house. In the living room, her mother was on the couch, sobbing, and right by the fire place, there was a covered body, blood splattered on the wall right behind it. Destrel couldn't believe it, and she especially couldn't believe why somebody would let her in to see this, why they didn't stop her. Her father had committed suicide.
After that, Destrel's grades began to plummet, because now she didn't have the drive to do those chores most wanted from her. Her and her father had been close, and his death brought her down big time.
When Destrel was sixteen, she started turning girly, though she was still mixed between girly and tomboy. She started doing her hair, and wearing nicer clothes, even though they were vintage, and actually doing her makeup and nails. At eighteen, she applied for Yale, and the only reason she got in was because her mother had enough to pay for everything. Even though Destrel had quit trying, her dream school was Yale, and her mother knew it, so she struck her a deal. If Destrel could keep her grades up to at least a D, then she would pay for all it.
LIKES Drawing/doodling, partying, doing her nails/makeup, watching Cartoon Network, watching Anime, animals.
DISLIKES People who hurt animals, oil spills, really loud people, cake.
FEARS The darkness.
SECRETS How her dad died, and that she feels like it was her fault.
STRENGTHS Social skills, charismatic.
WEAKNESSES Acts like a kid, is very blunt.
PERSONALITY
One of Destrel's biggest traits is how charismatic she is. Even though she's a lot different than most of the people she goes to school with, she still ends up having a lot of friends. Destrel has never been a loner, no matter what. The one thing Destrel is known for being is how mother-hen she is to a lot of people. No matter what, when you're her friend, she either takes up for you, takes you in if you need a place to stay, or beats up anybody that tries to mess with them. Now, don't go getting the idea that Destrel is some kind of girl, you know, the ones who are always trying to start fights and stuff. Nope, Destrel just isn't like that. Now, if somebody else starts it, then sure, she'll be ready to pop somebody in the jaw.
Destrel is actually a pretty good friend. Even though she's blunt, she doesn't ever try to be mean, even though some people could accidentally take it the wrong way. On that note, Destrel doesn't ever try to intentionally be mean, either it just comes out that way, or that person deserved it. Along with being blunt, she's also very honest, so if you want somebody to answer one of your questions with a lie, then you might as well not ask Destrel, because she'll give it to you straight up, no matter what she thinks. Don't think Destrel doesn't lie, though. Sure, she's lied to her mom and the teachers before, but never to a friend.
Destrel does get depressed sometimes, though. I mean, her dad died, and that was the closet person to her ever. So when you get on the subjects of dads and suicide, well... She just starts closing off from everybody. She honestly can't help it. All of a sudden she just stops speaking in full sentences, and just not caring about the conversation at all. She does take medicine for depression, though, so this shouldn't happen that often.
It seemed like Ruarc was always wanting to get out of the house. Whether it was because of his parents, or because he just needed a change of scenery; nonetheless, he needed out. It was a Saturday morning, around nine o'clock, and Ruarc rolled out of bed, getting up several hours before he normally did. With his black curtains, he couldn't tell what time of day it was in bed, so when he normally got up at nine, he'd figure it was still nighttime and go back to bed and not get up out of bed until five in the afternoon. Well, Ruarc must have forgotten to close his curtains after taking that late night stroll, because as soon as he opened his eyes, bright sunlight was shining on his face. Rue got up, squinting his eyes at the harsh sun and wiped drool from the corners of his mouth.
Ruarc rolled out if bed, standing up. The first step he took his toe connected with the underside of his bed, and he barely caught himself, otherwise, his face would have connected with the wood floor. A soft curse came Ruarc, and he bounced around a little, his big toe throbbing where it hit his bed. Once the pain eased a little, he took a breath and started towards the bathroom. It was connected to his room by another door. As soon as he was in the bathroom, he stripped off his clothes and got into the shower.
Once Ruarc was done with his shower, he got out and ran the towel through his reddish blonde hair. Once his hair was semi-dry, and in a messy mop on top of his head, he wrapped the towel around his waist and went back into his bedroom, looking for some clothes in his drawers. He pulled out some Family Guy boxers, straight skinny jeans, and a grey wife-beater. Once all of those were on, he went into his closet and pulled out his boots, slipping them on. He walked over to his dresser, and grabbed his batman key chain that had his house key. Walking out his bedroom, he walked down the stairs, and saw that nobody was home but him. Surprisingly, that brought a smile to his face.
After he left the house, locking the door on his way out, he was walking down the road, his converse scuffling against the hard concrete. The local park was only a few blocks down the road from his house, so it didn't take him no time to get there. Two lefts, a right, two more lefts, and bam! you're at the park. Being since it was a Saturday morning, and the weather was gorgeous, there were plenty of kids at the park. Ruarc really didn't feel like being in the midst of that, since he didn't want any mom to think he was creeping on their kid, so he walked to the back field of the park where an old swing set was. The old set was old and rusted, so no parent really let their kid get on it, but it was Ruarc's favorite part of the park.
When he sat down, the swing gave out a loud groan. Ruarc knew that this swing would hold all of his one hundred and twenty-two pounds without a problem. When he was bored, he would come out to the park and just swing, so he didn't have one fear at all when he kicked off and started using his legs to start swinging. While Ruarc was swinging, he looked up at the sky. Completely blue, not a singly cloud in the sky. It was this damned California weather. Not that Ruarc didn't like this weather, it was just he was more of the heavy rain kind of guy. Now don't get him confused for some guy that was always cutting himself, and just mad and depressed all the time. No, Ruarc was actually a pretty sweet guy when you got to know him, and very happy when his parents weren't around. Mostly, it was because he liked to play in it. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Ruarc likes to play in the rain.
Ruarc stopped kicking his legs so hard, and put his feet down, letting them drag against the dirt ground so he could stop himself. Even though the wing was sturdy, and he knew it was, something in his head was telling him to be careful. It was that little voice inside your head, the one you usually can't ignore. By now, it was around ten-thirty in the morning, and more and more people were showing up to the park. Whether it be runners with their headphones to come run on the sidewalks that looped around the park, or the young mothers that came with their children. Ruarc felt odd with all these people around, sticking out like a sore thumb. His mop called hair, his boots, his wife-beater, and his skinny jeans. Not to mention the few tattoos that were showing. Ruarc didn't have many tattoos, okay, well, he had a lot more than the average fifteen year old. Oh well, his parents came with him each time and signed for him. They honestly didn't give a fuck as long as he shut up.
Before he realized it, Ruarc stopped on the swing and just kind of sat there, staring at the ground. When he looked up, he noticed one or two looks. Of course they were looking at him. No matter how awkward and shy he could be, people always ended up paying attention to him. Well, he probably looked high right now, and he might be. The stuff he had smoked before he had gone to bed, which had only been a few hours before, was some strong shit, and Ruarc wouldn't be surprised if the high still lingered in his system. Though he doubted he still was, because he would have felt it. Oh, whatever, Ruarc didn't even give a fuck. He didn't look high, and that was what mattered.
Looking back up, Ruarc felt like talking to somebody, which was a complete shocker. Ruarc was like a turtle that never came out of his shell, but every once and a while he would stick his head out and socialize just a little bit, but mostly he'd put his head back in the shell not too long after he'd taken it out. Most likely, by the time somebody came over to him, his head would be back in that shell, and he'd be back to that little awkward shy kid he almost always was.
Ruarc rolled out if bed, standing up. The first step he took his toe connected with the underside of his bed, and he barely caught himself, otherwise, his face would have connected with the wood floor. A soft curse came Ruarc, and he bounced around a little, his big toe throbbing where it hit his bed. Once the pain eased a little, he took a breath and started towards the bathroom. It was connected to his room by another door. As soon as he was in the bathroom, he stripped off his clothes and got into the shower.
Once Ruarc was done with his shower, he got out and ran the towel through his reddish blonde hair. Once his hair was semi-dry, and in a messy mop on top of his head, he wrapped the towel around his waist and went back into his bedroom, looking for some clothes in his drawers. He pulled out some Family Guy boxers, straight skinny jeans, and a grey wife-beater. Once all of those were on, he went into his closet and pulled out his boots, slipping them on. He walked over to his dresser, and grabbed his batman key chain that had his house key. Walking out his bedroom, he walked down the stairs, and saw that nobody was home but him. Surprisingly, that brought a smile to his face.
After he left the house, locking the door on his way out, he was walking down the road, his converse scuffling against the hard concrete. The local park was only a few blocks down the road from his house, so it didn't take him no time to get there. Two lefts, a right, two more lefts, and bam! you're at the park. Being since it was a Saturday morning, and the weather was gorgeous, there were plenty of kids at the park. Ruarc really didn't feel like being in the midst of that, since he didn't want any mom to think he was creeping on their kid, so he walked to the back field of the park where an old swing set was. The old set was old and rusted, so no parent really let their kid get on it, but it was Ruarc's favorite part of the park.
When he sat down, the swing gave out a loud groan. Ruarc knew that this swing would hold all of his one hundred and twenty-two pounds without a problem. When he was bored, he would come out to the park and just swing, so he didn't have one fear at all when he kicked off and started using his legs to start swinging. While Ruarc was swinging, he looked up at the sky. Completely blue, not a singly cloud in the sky. It was this damned California weather. Not that Ruarc didn't like this weather, it was just he was more of the heavy rain kind of guy. Now don't get him confused for some guy that was always cutting himself, and just mad and depressed all the time. No, Ruarc was actually a pretty sweet guy when you got to know him, and very happy when his parents weren't around. Mostly, it was because he liked to play in it. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Ruarc likes to play in the rain.
Ruarc stopped kicking his legs so hard, and put his feet down, letting them drag against the dirt ground so he could stop himself. Even though the wing was sturdy, and he knew it was, something in his head was telling him to be careful. It was that little voice inside your head, the one you usually can't ignore. By now, it was around ten-thirty in the morning, and more and more people were showing up to the park. Whether it be runners with their headphones to come run on the sidewalks that looped around the park, or the young mothers that came with their children. Ruarc felt odd with all these people around, sticking out like a sore thumb. His mop called hair, his boots, his wife-beater, and his skinny jeans. Not to mention the few tattoos that were showing. Ruarc didn't have many tattoos, okay, well, he had a lot more than the average fifteen year old. Oh well, his parents came with him each time and signed for him. They honestly didn't give a fuck as long as he shut up.
Before he realized it, Ruarc stopped on the swing and just kind of sat there, staring at the ground. When he looked up, he noticed one or two looks. Of course they were looking at him. No matter how awkward and shy he could be, people always ended up paying attention to him. Well, he probably looked high right now, and he might be. The stuff he had smoked before he had gone to bed, which had only been a few hours before, was some strong shit, and Ruarc wouldn't be surprised if the high still lingered in his system. Though he doubted he still was, because he would have felt it. Oh, whatever, Ruarc didn't even give a fuck. He didn't look high, and that was what mattered.
Looking back up, Ruarc felt like talking to somebody, which was a complete shocker. Ruarc was like a turtle that never came out of his shell, but every once and a while he would stick his head out and socialize just a little bit, but mostly he'd put his head back in the shell not too long after he'd taken it out. Most likely, by the time somebody came over to him, his head would be back in that shell, and he'd be back to that little awkward shy kid he almost always was.
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