Post by watercolorstain on Apr 29, 2009 5:15:11 GMT
the roleplayer
NAME: Kera
CONTACT: PM
GENDER: Female
AGE: 17 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: ---
HOW YOU FOUND US: Almost every RPG site I could find.
Kamaria Janie Biermann
I CAN SAY I HOPE IT WILL BE WORTH WHAT I GIVE UP
IF I CAN STAND UP MEAN FOR THE THINGS THAT I BELIEVE.
NAME: Kera
CONTACT: PM
GENDER: Female
AGE: 17 years
OTHER CHARACTERS: ---
HOW YOU FOUND US: Almost every RPG site I could find.
Kamaria Janie Biermann
I CAN SAY I HOPE IT WILL BE WORTH WHAT I GIVE UP
IF I CAN STAND UP MEAN FOR THE THINGS THAT I BELIEVE.
character basics
NICKNAMES: WEIRD GIRL. That's what they call her, at least, the popular ones. Or, "the quiet one", because she rarely talks
AGE: Fifteen
GROUP: Student
YEAR: 10
BIRTHDAY: January 28th
GENDER: Female
PLAY-BY: The lovely, Esperanza Spalding. Parker McKenna Posey is her dream form.appearance
"A winter's day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island."
Kamaria is different. Kamaria is different because she is one of the few blacks that go to this school as well being the only American one at the time of this being written. Her skin is not light, but it's dark enough to establish that fact. She is not ashamed of her thick, curly hair, but she is proud of it and tries to emphasize its natural texture, everyday. It is rare for her to straighten it.
Her eyes are light brown, something she wished she could change, her mother's were a hazel green and were very beautiful. She is not tall, nor is she short, she looks like an average girl of her age in height ('5'4) and is growing. Neither is she fat at 122 lbs, however she is gaining a gut and is desperately trying to lose it.
Kamaria's nose is upturned slightly and her lips are thick, like her father's, but dainty and girlish, like her mother's. Her clothing style can be considered a bit "grown up", while she does wear graphic tee shirts and jeans, she prefers blank shirts that are large and drape over her from with ease.personality
"A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
Its laughter and its loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island."
Kamaria is different. She does not speak much and will not try to. She is not a stereotype of what people will perceive her to be. Her only friend seems to be music and art, since she's been here she's developed a love for the guitar (it was a gift from the local charity) and all she's done is write songs and fiddle with the tabs and the ways to pick at the strings. The calluses on her fingers are a tell-tale sign.
Kamaria lets her actions do the talking. From past experience, she's learned that opening her mouth would only cause her trouble. She is believed to be a bit, "touched" in the head, which is why she is ignored and is a lie. She acts like this on purpose, she only wants to be left alone, that's it, alone.
"I am a rock
I am an island
Don't talk of love
Well I've heard the word before
It's sleeping in my memory
I won't disturb the slumber
Of feelings that have died
If I never loved I never would have cried
I am a rock
I am an island"family & history
FATHER:
father, dear, father
david, 40, works as a hospital security guard. has two other children. remarried.
MOTHER:
mother, o mother
lisa, 39, past drug addict, she is now trying to sort her life together and make it better for her children. she is divorced.
SIBLINGS:
brother...
keith, 19, goes to a community college back home, wants to be a doctor.
where art thou?
kenneth, 10, is in elementary school, wants to get out of the ghetto.
OTHER FAMILY: laura, 35 , religious, unmarried, works as a nurse. is a lesbian.
mariah and johnathan walker, 58 and 60, laura and lisa's parents, are Kamaria and her brother's primary guardians.
HISTORY:
WHEN SHE WAS VERY SMALL and a year ago, Kamaria lived in town called, "Briarwood" a small town in the Mississippi delta of the United States. Her parents, Lisa and David, were high school sweet hearts and had their first child in their senior year of college. Lisa dropped out to raise the family, while David graduated and took up an office job.
Briarwood was a very divided place to live in, as well as boredom inducing. North Briarwood was the wealthy and predominantly caucasian part of town, while South Briarwood was poor, and was the home to minorities and "poor, white trash" as her grandmother would call them. Kamaria was born as the second child of the family, and as I said before, she was different from the other babies. She never cried unless she was hungry, and she always seemed to be listening intently to the person who would be speaking to her.
As a child, Kamaria was normal, she loved to play, and was a bit rowdy for a little girl. She also had an enemy. A little white boy with red hair and freckles who would always pull her hair and call her unsavory names. And, of course, she would return the favor. Her parents would often joke and describe their banter as "flirting".
Her mother had another baby, a boy this time, and named him, Kenneth. At this point, Lisa began to act strange. She was jittery, and certain, expensive items, like Kamaria's favorite bike, would disappear and reappear in the windows of a Pawn Shop.
When Kenneth became really sick a few days after leaving the hospital, they found traces of cocaine in his system.
Her mother's secret had been found out, she was an addict.
Furious, Kamaria's father filed for divorce, and she and her brothers were taken into their grandparents' custody. She was seven years old. Instead of crying for her mother, Lisa had shortly ran off after the court date, Kamaria decided upon herself to grow up, crying was for babies, and she wasn't a baby. Kamaria became very quiet and seemingly timid, she never fought back when the red haired boy pulled her hair or pushed her, she only went off to run back inside or somewhere else on the playground and let Keith handle him.
Her grandparents had since stopped loving each other, but stayed together because they were Catholic. They never argued, but had become accustomed to one another after so many years. Despite the rift in their relationship, they loved their grandkids and they were extremely strict.
Do this, do that, "We're going to be late for mass!". She always got punished if she were the cause of their tardiness for church. Her aunt was just as relentless when it came to religion and always had a chapter or a verse to quote to her, even if it had nothing to do with the conversation at all.
Kamaria didn't really care, not that she was an atheist, but she wished that would find something else to talk about. Like, for example, her aunt's best friend, Caroline.
Throughout the years, she's seen her mother, either at a rehab center or on the street corner. Her father remarried, but kept in touch with her and her brothers. The red haired boy was led astray over the years, she heard was in Juvinile hall. And she was left alone. No one at school would speak to her, she was strange, and her family was even stranger.
At fourteen she made a mistake. A girl made a comment about her mother's weight and she suddenly, snapped. Maybe she blacked out in the middle of it, because the last thing she remembered was the girl trying to scramble away from her, bruised and bleeding, while the principal and a teacher tried to hold her down, lest she kill the girl.
She was given two options, one was to be expelled for the entire year, or, have a second chance at life and sign up for Somnium Academy. At first, she was reluctant. England was very far away. But, learning from her family's feedback, she decided to choose the Academy.dream form
A little girl. Curly haired and wide eyed, she is precocious and acts not unlike the Kamaria we know and love. Rarely ever smiles, rarely ever talks. The little girl simply refers to herself as "K" and nothing more. K wears a simple, white dress that stops about two inches under her knee and seems to change color after every visit, starting at white. K wears a pendant with a blue gem that glows in the dark and can be used as a weapon by changing its shape. In her hands, is a ukelele, which signifies Kamaria's budding love for music. She can have a bit of an attitude and her childish nature will come out from time to time. K appears to be about six or seven. Maybe younger or older. Who knows?
Kamaria may not realize it, herself, but the true reason she is a little girl in the Dream World is...(Will be added as plot goes on).
"I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room
Safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock
I am an island
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries"
