Post by kyrian adela darko on Jul 18, 2010 23:29:42 GMT -7
KYRIANA D E L ADARKO
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"you look so fragile as i fuck with your head, i know that it shouldn't, but it's getting me off."[/color][/size][/center]
nicknames : kyr, ky, little bit, jedda, and baby jedda.
age : eighteen.
birthday : october thirtieth, nineteen ninety.
orientation : whatever you'd like her to be. bicurious, she likes to experiment.
group : level three.
illness : masochist, sex addict, rage fits, post traumatic stress syndrome.
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weight : one hundred and fifteen pounds.
body : kyrian is very slender, her ribs, hips, and collar bones quite visible beneath her skin. though, despite her evident fitness, she's got plenty of curves.
eyes : she has heterochromia, resulting in the right pale blue eye and the other being a faint hazel color, with mixes of gray on the outer, right edge.
hair : it's naturally a honey brown color, a bit bronze. she doesn't much care for the color, though, and dyes it a light blond color more often than not. sometimes she'll go for dark, but the blond has stuck lately.
distinguishing features : she's got several scars on her inner thighs, wrists, forearms, and hips from cutting herself. she's also got a few tiny scars from past piercings that have closed over. there's a large scar on her stomach from when she stabbed herself in the stomach twice.
fashion sense : other than slut? a bit grungish, very revealing, bordering on scene or indie. she mixes it up a lot, sticking to boots, tight clothes, and anything revealing.
play-by : club jeska.[/size][/font][/ul][/ul]
dislikes : hello kitty for starters, noticeable and/or striped extensions, fake tans, or tans at all, the sun, good weather, shudder shades, meaningless, popular, or stupid tattoos, anyone that's peppy and bubbly, iszaak almost all of the time, having a twin in general, people that try to 'help' her, any form of advice or guidance on how to live her life, peta and vegans/vegetarians/pollotarian, 'normal', school and responsibility, people that never stop whining, authority, rules, restrictions, schedules, 'reality', stereotypes, people that think they know everything, anyone that thinks they know her when they don't, people who make assumptions, most materialistic things, little kids, facial and body hair, people that follow the crowd, anyone who tries to fit in, people that don't understand you should practice what you preach, doctors, pretty much everyone, definitely herself.
strengths : manipulative, creative, good with her words, charming in her own fucked up way, totally hard headed and strong minded, knows what she wants and usually gets it, tough skinned, strong for a female of her stature, protecting herself, self defense.
weaknesses : the idea of love, anyone that manages to get past her wall, vulnerability in any form, emotions, extremely possessive, comes across heartless, viscous, violent, has a complete hate for herself.
habits : going after violent people, seeking harm for herself, seducing the innocent, seducing her guards into getting what she wants, manipulating her way around everything, toying with her hair when she's anxious, cutting whenever she gets even remotely worked up, losing her temper over silly things, blowing things out of proportion, becoming attached.
fears : falling irrevocably inlove with someone, becoming beyond attached to someone, getting some kind of disease, staying in this hellhole forever, getting fucked over, being vulnerable during a bad time, being unwanted, growing old, becoming ugly or fat.
secrets : lost the one she thought she loved at war, killed her unborn child that was still in her stomach, too pathetic and afraid to actually kill herself, regrets killing her child everyday.
personality : it honestly seems like kyrian couldn't give a shit about anything. she treats everyone like shit, even her twin brother that tries to protect her with all his power. she's a polar opposite to the boy, being cold and mean. she's blunt and sarcastic and if she's smiling it's probably because she's laughing about some snide remark she made herself. she's the farthest thing from pleasant. honestly, she should get 'misanthrope' tattooed on her forehead just to warn people to get the fuck out of her way. there's only two people she's ever let in and now she's done with that. she's done letting people in only to let them crush her again. her trust issues are through the roof, she hardly has any trust in her own twin brother. kyr has literally no friends, she simply doesn't associate herself with people if she's not busy seducing them. silence is the vow she takes when she has to go out in public, ignoring each and every person that passes her.
when and if you get her talking normally, you'll probably regret it afterwards. it's never anything nice, she's harsh and rude and she's ridiculously offensive. almost every statement is a blunt one and a blow at someone around her. she's calculating and extremely judgmental, and she feels it's for her own protection and that she at least deserves that. she's also the type to blow things completely out of proportion. if you bump into her, she'll assume you've got a problem with her and she'll probably be moments away from punching said person in the face. lately, she just hasn't been thinking straight so every time she's around people she starts to get paranoid. which can probably happen to someone that does what she does. she only ever with people for a few reasons, firstly to fuck, maybe for money, or just her pleasure if she finds them attractive, or to seek out self-harm. she loves to pick fights just for the adrenaline rush and the pain she gets from it.[/font][/size][/ul][/ul]
father : evan darko, 53, traveling construction worker.
siblings : iszaak trystan darko - twin brother.
other : dahlia peyton darko, deceased, daughter.
birthplace : cardiff, wales.
significant other : Maddoc, ex-fiance that passed away at war.
pets : none.
overall : kyrian was normal at one point. maybe not a golden child, but she never was as openly crazy as she is now. her mother and father weren't much, a couple of drunks that passed through life on average. wales wasn't too forgiving at the time, money was tight, but they managed as is. kyrian was always dependent, even as a child. she clung to her twin brother like life depended on it and they were the other halves of each other.
they were like most teens, though kyrian took the rebellious route. she was drinking and mingling in drugs at a very young age, not bothering much with school and what her parents wanted. she joined a gang at the age of fifteen, having killed two people in a knife fight by the age of sixteen and horrifically harming many others. in their shitty town gangs were everything and she planned on climbing the ranks. that was until her parents broke the news that they were moving, in fact to america. there weren't words the girl could use to change their decision and when she tried to run away she was escorted back almost three hours later. she was going whether she liked it or not.
america was shitty at first until she met maddoc. long, gushy story short, he connected with her. deeply. and she fell in love. things were actually good until he decided to join the u.s. marines. apparently, it was for her. he said he could make them a good life if he just did this for them. he would have a good job and good pay and they could have the life he always wanted with a wife, a white picket fence, a dog, and most importantly kids. she told him the night before her left for deployment that she was pregnant. he kissed her stomach and went on his way with false promises of being home in nine months. six miserable, lonely months in she got the news that he was killed in the war on iraq. that was the day kyr snapped. she stabbed herself twice in the stomach because she knew she wouldn't be able to bare looking at their daughter everyday when she held a large piece of maddoc in her.
after the long hospital visit and many therapist meetings, kyr was sent home. she most definitely was not healthy, though. she began indulging in pain, feeling dead and hollow inside and pain being the only spark that made her feel remotely alive. she didn't just start sleeping around, but actually turned to prostitution. the money was burnt on drugs and alcohol, though, both used to drain away each agonizingly slow day. it wasn't until her twin brother found her in her room, high off her mind and cutting her thighs to pieces that they got the clue. she wasn't going to get better on her own and off they sent her. to the hellhole that was supposed to fix this broken little doll.[/font][/size][/ul][/ul]
age : seventeen.
experience : like... seven years? the last three were the only serious ones, though.
other characters : none.
contacts : just pm, please.
anything else? : nope<3
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* - - - - - i lay down on the, cold ground,
A N D . P R A Y . T H A T . S O M E T H I N G . P I C K S . M E . U P - - - »
Honestly, Pacey's accent alone made her want to rape him. Who - besides that dumb bitch Raelin - didn't want a fucking foreign guy? Like honestly. She knew for fucking sure she did, maybe that's why she slept around so much. Technically, all these American guys were foreign to her, but just like Pace the accent had already grown old to her own ears. Someone, she'd retained her own over the years, probably from entirely refusing to speak english in the asylum. She used Estonian for the majority of it, only poking at English every now and then. In the group home she used it more often, but stuck to her native tongue as often as she could. Now, here in an actual American school it was sort of a must, people wouldn't even try if she sat there only using the language they'd probably never heard. Estonia is far from being a popular place, considering it's basically the opposite. When do you ever hear an American excited because they're visiting Estonia that summer? Never? Oh, yeah.
Hearing his question Kota paused, nearly everything wiping from her mind besides the one, single fact that she'd never told Pacey about her past. Not one thing, something as trivial as where she was from. Could she ever really tell him? "Oh, uh, Estonia." She replied, glancing up at him almost nervously. That was probably a first, when would Pacey ever see her nervous? Probably, uh, NEVER. Making a light tsking noise a slow smirk rose on her features. No matter how mortified Kota really was about the past events that had happened to her, she couldn't deny the fact that she was fucked in the head. Whenever people brought it up she practically got a sense of pride for it. She'd laugh and brush it off, but people would never really know how actually true their words were. "Oh, Pacey, minu armastan, you will never know how truly whacked my fucking mind is." She replied, purposely speaking Estonian to him now - she called him 'my love'.
Kota felt like a sudden relief was put on her. It was a weird feeling, because for the first time in her life she'd actually been holding back kissing someone. It was an open thing for her, practically something she'd do to someone she didn't know, but with Pacey it was different. Weird. No matter how comfortable she was with the damn kid he made her feel like she was walking on eggshells. She'd never let it off, but Kota was actually kind of nervous around him. She was never sure if her constant affection and wanting was alright, or if she would be aloud to kiss him. Sure, she was impulsive and ended up doing it every time anyways, but there was always that sense in the back of her mind. She was confused about where to go with him, what to do, what to say. Kota ignored the feeling at all costs, though, because the unknown in her own mind kind of scared her. When he started kissing her back, though, it was like a big 'OK' for her. Now, she'd probably kiss the damn kid all the time, but that was his own fault. He was the one that friggen 'OK'ed her. That was like setting a child loose in a candy store with a thousand dollars, GOOD FUCKING JOB. As soon as he agreed, though, Kota just set off into excited mode. Nearly pulling her shirt off in the process, she basically lifted it all the way up to her neck to take the keys out - yes, making sure she didn't pull her bra completely off. Couldn't let Pacey get that much in one night, JEEZ. Doing some sort of completely strange, and five-year-old looking dance, she ripped the door open and nearly threw herself into the front seat. See, Pacey may not know this, but Kota doesn't even have her permit. She's kind of not aloud to have one until she's twenty-one. BUT, she has driven before, so at least she may hopefully not crash and kill them. Jamming the key into the ignition she looked over at him, bouncing in her seat, very clearly excited. "Where should we go? Hm, hmm, hmmmm?" Kota nearly squeaked, grabbing his face in her hands and kissing him again quick, grinning cheekily afterward. See what I meant, kid in a candy shop, I promise you.
"Let's go get ecstasy then go swimming!" She exclaimed suddenly, nearly punching the radio in an attempt to turn it on before slamming the car into drive and practically peeling out of the parking space without looking. What a lovely beginning to a lovely fucking night, HUH?
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