- ιƒ уσυ ηєє∂ тσ ℓєανє тнє ωσяℓ∂ уσυ ⋟ ✵ℓινє ιη
- ℓαу уσυя нєα∂ ∂σωη αη∂ ѕтαу α ωнιℓє ↺
- ⊀ ＴＨＥ ＢＡＳＩＣＳkatisherexxx
- ｎａｍｅ ⇥ ⋞ Kathryn Grace Arlovskaya ⋟
ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅ ⇥ ⋞ Kat ⋟
ａｇｅ ⇥ ⋞ Seventeen ⋟
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ⇥ ⋞ Female ⋟
ｈｅｉｇｈｔ ⇥ ⋞ 4'8" ⋟
ｗｅｉｇｈｔ ⇥ ⋞ 69 lbs ⋟
ｅｙｅ ｃｏｌｏｕｒ ⇥ ⋞ Icy Blue ⋟
ｈａｉｒ ｃｏｌｏｕｒ ⇥ ⋞ Black ⋟
ｂｏｄｙ ｔｙｐｅ ⇥ ⋞ Pale skin and slender. Delicate and underweight. ⋟
ｌｏｙａｌ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｈｅａｖｅｎｓ ⇥ ⋞ Thanatos ⋟
ｗｈｉｌｅ ｅｘｉｓｔｉｎｇ ｏｎ ｅａｒｔｈ ⇥ ⋞ Kalie-anne Rosette (deceased) ⋟
ｍｙ ｇｕａｒｄｉａｎ ａｎｄ ｓｕｐｐｏｒｔ ⇥ ⋞ Rose Arlovskaya ⋟
ｓｅｌｆ ｄｅｆｅｎｃｅ ⇥ ⋞ A Stygian Iron Whip Disguised as a keychain and darts ⋟
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ＧＥＴＴＩＮＧ ＣＬＯＳＥＲkatisherexxx- ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
⇥ ⋞ Timid and shy, Kathryn is a prime example of an anti-social introvert. She generally has her head down because she's anxious about meeting somebody's eyes-- something which had only happened once before, with rose, she came to camp and left her with nightmares for months-- she'd rather not let it happen again. Despite her stand-offish demeanor, she is actually quite polite and affectionate, and she can be very maternal when she feels the other person is deserving. She hates to see people get picked on, and it is one of the few times that she will stand up and voice out.
When she knows somebody and feels attached to them, she is generally very protective and does her best to be helpful. She does not want to become a hindrance to anybody who she becomes close to, so she always offers to help but will never ask for help herself unless there are no other options. Because she's not very social, she's naive and awkward when it comes to more romantic relationships, but because she's intelligent, she learns quickly. She is definitely a good friend to have. ⋟
- тнσυgн уσυ мαу ησт яємємвєя ⋙ ∂яєαмιηgxxxxx
- 【ѕσмєтнιηg】 ωαιтѕ ƒσя уσυ тσ вяєαтнє αgαιη ↷
- ⊀ ＤＩＧＧＩＮＧ ＤＥＥＰＥＲkatisherexxx
ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｍａｇｉｃ ⇥ ⋞ able to 'charge' a weapon with a soul, imbuing it with effects similar to Stygian Iron ⋟
ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｍａｇｉｃ ⇥ ⋞ can call upon the spirits of the deceased to shield them for a short period of time ⋟
ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｍａｇｉｃ ⇥ ⋞ can transport themselves and their allies using Shadow-Stepping ⋟
ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｍａｇｉｃ ⇥ ⋞ possesses a paralytic touch, known among themselves as a 'death touch' ⋟
ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｍａｇｉｃ ⇥ ⋞ can separate their soul from their body, assuming an incorporeal form ⋟
ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｍａｇｉｃ ⇥ ⋞ able to summon the spirits of the long-dead and speak to them directly ⋟
ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｍａｇｉｃ ⇥ ⋞ can sense any death nearby, be it mortal, demigod, or monster ⋟
ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｍａｇｉｃ ⇥ ⋞ can, vaguely, sense when someone is close to death ⋟
ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｍａｇｉｃ ⇥ ⋞ can see ghosts and auras ⋟
ｊｕｓｔ ｌｉｋｅ ｍａｇｉｃ ⇥ ⋞ With the blessing of their father, they are gifted with the ability to sense exactly when someone will die ⋟
ｓｋｉｌｌｓ ⇥ ⋞ throwing games ⋟
ｓｋｉｌｌｓ ⇥ ⋞ balancing ⋟
ｓｋｉｌｌｓ ⇥ ⋞ handling pain ⋟
ｓｋｉｌｌｓ ⇥ ⋞ Parkour ⋟
ｓｋｉｌｌｓ ⇥ ⋞ when she looks into somebody's eyes she sees their entire life up to that moment and their death ⋟
ｌｉｋｅｓ ⇥ ⋞ freerunning ⋟
ｌｉｋｅｓ ⇥ ⋞ instrumental music ⋟
ｌｉｋｅｓ ⇥ ⋞ the underworld ⋟
ｌｉｋｅｓ ⇥ ⋞ dark, quiet places ⋟
ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ ⇥ ⋞ crowds ⋟
ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ ⇥ ⋞ being touched ⋟
ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ ⇥ ⋞ monsters ⋟
ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ ⇥ ⋞ bright lights ⋟
ｆｅａｒｓ ⇥ ⋞ Doctors ⋟
ｆｅａｒｓ ⇥ ⋞ dogs ⋟
ｆｅａｒｓ ⇥ ⋞ confined places ⋟
ｆａｔａｌ ｆｌａｗ ⇥ ⋞ She's not very trusting of people, and so she doesn't have many relationships ⋟
- ⊀ ＭＹ ＤＡＮＣＩＮＧ ＳＫＥＬＥＴＯＮＳkatisherexxx
- ａ ｔｒａｇｉｃ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ
⇥ ⋞ I was orphaned as a child, and never knew who my real parents were. Well, I know that my mother died giving birth to me, because that's what the lady at the orphanage told me (that was an absolutely wonderful fifth birthday present). Right, the orphanage. Well, I was there until I was nine. Apparently I had no blood relatives on my mother's side, and they couldn't even figure out who the heck my father was... apparently his DNA didn't exist, stupid doctors. Anyways, life at the orphanage was hard. We had to do lots of work, we were over filled with kids, and the food was really bad. They couldn't even afford to give us a good education. When I was five, I could hardly read, and my writing was even worse. I was borderline mute because I was too ignorant to know which words to use, and I got in trouble when I used the wrong ones. Nobody wanted to adopt a creepy child like me; I looked sickly, my hair was unnaturally dark for one so pale, and my crystal blue eyes scared not only people who might have adopted me away, but the other kids too. Between my illiteracy and being either bullied or neglected by the kids I fell into a lonely solitude, even in a place so crowded. That's when Rose came into my life.
Rose is the figure I found to be my mother. A retired nurse who had recently been widowed and was looking for companionship in another human being. Apparently, Rose could never had children, and she had been meaning to adopt but had never gotten around to it. At that time more than ever, though, I found I was needed. Like every time a potential parent came through the kids were cleaned up and organized by age, but unlike every time Rose went straight to the girl crouching alone behind the crowd, running her fingers over the floor distractedly. She went straight to me. Rose had asked my name, and nervously I had answered. My cool blue eyes had met the wise brown ones, and I had simply reached out and hugged the old lady. I don't knew why, and I don't think I ever will, but I'm happy I did. I went home with Rose. Within a week I was calling Rose 'Mommy'.
Rose was just like any other mom; nagging me to do me chores and homework, pressuring me to further my studies, taking care of me when I was sick, playing with me when I was bored, getting concerned and making sure I was careful when I began to practice parkour and freerunning… I never really minded that we weren’t related by blood. We didn't have to be. When I was sixteen Rose got ill and was taken to the hospital, where she died a few weeks later. I went through a stage of withdrawal from living things, becoming obsessed with the afterlife and the underworld. I knew that Rose could never come back, but I became obsessed with assuring that when I died, I would go to the same place. Being alone all over again was rough on me, but Rose had left her home to me in her will, so I didn't have to go back to the orphanage. My school grades, which were extremely well since living with Rose, began to drop as I became more and more focused on my quest. I wanted to die. There was nothing left for me in the world of the living. That all changed, though, on a cold winter day in the hospital.
I had begun to volunteer at the hospital, doing simple tasks to try and honour Rose's memory and help those who wanted to live. One day I had been escorting a younger patient who was undergoing cancer treatments back to her room; the child needed rest, but despite everything all she wanted to do was play. I found myself often chasing after the girl, and it wasn't always easy to catch her. Anyways, I had finally gotten her and I was taking her back to the room when the head Doctor called out to me, telling me to go and see him after the child was back in her room. I did as I was told, but became quickly concerned when the doctor locked the door behind him. Within a moment the blinds were drawn, and the Doctor turned into a monster and attacked me. I barely got out of the way, and I rushed for the door. I found it to be locked, and I grabbed the nearest weapon; the dartboard. Pulling out the darts I threw them, and one managed to pierce the beast's eye. He smashed out the window, and I didn't stick around to see what was happening. I booked it out of there, with nothing more than a metal whip-like key chain which Rose had got me at a circus, and the darts which I hadn't impaled the monster with. Suddenly I found myself inside a big truck and I passed out. When I woke up, I was at the camp. ⋟
