[Human] Kara Eisenheim

[Kara Eisenheim]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 500px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;][STYLE=font-size: 30px;font-family: times new roman; color: #eaeaea;text-align: center;letter-spacing: -3px;]KARA EISENHEIM [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 14px;font-family: times new roman; color: #eaeaea;text-align: center;letter-spacing: -1px;]TWENTY TWO ✖ FEMALE ✖ HETEROSEXUAL ✖ HUMAN[/style] [STYLE=margin: 20px 30px 30px 30px; text-align: justify; color: #c4c4c4;font-size: 10px;]✖Ability Although not possessing any supernatural abilities, Kara has been training since childhood in mixed martial arts. It all started with her father and his paranoia, insisting that the world is a dangerous place and existence shouldn’t be treated carelessly. Although reluctant at first, Kara slowly developed a tolerance and later a love for her fighting techniques. Currently she can deliver nasty kicks, knows how to use an adversary’s force against them and specializes in defensive techniques. She’s more agile than she is strong, with speed and reflexes on her side. Due to her training in deciphering an adversary’s intentions from the slightest gestures she’s grown to be very perceptive of others’ motives. ✖ Personality Cautious and suspicious, Kara doesn’t trust people easily and often deliberately takes them through tests before deciding they’re worth investing feelings into. Although she doesn’t make a show of her paranoid side, she looks at people just that little bit more closely. Despite her trust issues, she’s laid back and easily comfortable in a crowd. Blending in when disinterested in company and loud and nosy when especially thirsty for attention, she’s a little bi-polar. She can appear cold one moment and warm the next, with a thirst for adventure today and only wishing to lie about and read her books tomorrow. She has “people periods” and “alone periods” and they mean exactly what they sound like. Generally tough skinned and not interested in taking bullshit from anyone, she won’t shy away from confrontation and isn’t above fighting dirty. Not especially belligerent by nature, she doesn’t strive to initiate conflicts. She recognizes provocation and doesn’t respond to expectation, especially stubborn about giving people what they want and painfully adept at spotting reverse psychology. Confident in her person and abilities, she’s not easily swayed by people’s opinions and disapproval, opting to do exactly what she wishes and believes is right regardless of others’ opinions. The only suggestions and opinions she’s likely to listen to are those coming from people she respects, admires or cares for, everything else going through one ear and exiting through the next. Unafraid of criticism or reactions, she makes a habit of telling people exactly what she thinks about the situation or them. She has no secrets when it comes to her feelings and what she wants, unless she’s purposefully withholding information as means of punishment, defense or getting ahead. With a bit of a “suck it up” attitude, she finds it difficult to be around people who complain and feel victimized a lot as they slowly but surely start getting on her nerves. She’s generally quite tolerant and understanding in other circumstances. A natural listener, she likes to hear about people and their stories. She drifts away from relationships where she feels the other has no interest in getting to know her truly and never forgives betrayal. There are no second chances, even if she forgives, she’ll never forget and nothing will ever be like it was. ✖ History Kara was born to a wealthy family one warm summer day. Her father was a doctor and her mother a lawyer, so naturally, she became an artist. While her parents led their busy lives, mostly away from home, Kara was raised by her kind grandfather who dedicated his life to being there for her throughout the major events in her life. Her childhood was spent playing, creating games and sharing them with her friends. Her grandfather taught her how to play chess and draw, while her father, whenever he took time out of his busy schedule to notice her, took her to self-defense class. As a little girl she hated fighting, overly sensitive to conflict, but as time passed she became less of a cry baby and more of a silent observer. At the age of eleven, her parents decided they needed to move after her father’s glorious career and she lost all of her friends to distance. Her new school was filled with bullies and delinquents and soon she came to realize her self-defense classes came in handy. From the happy kid who wouldn’t squash a fly or say a bad word about anyone, she turned into the school warrior everyone picked on just because it was fun. Becoming the target of daily assault, she became quiet and watchful, always ready to react to the slightest sound. Kara left middle school a changed person. When she entered highschool she was jumpy, untrusting and overly private. With a permanent “don’t mess with me” written all over her forehead, it was hard for anyone to feel inspired to approach her even if they had only the friendliest of intentions. It took a whole year of having her foot stepped on by a clumsy colleague as they ran laps in P.E class for her to finally make a friend. After seeing that she never got angry with the other girl’s clumsiness, she was labeled not dangerous and soon was introduced to the girl’s group of friends she slowly became a part of. Highschool was peaceful, which was exactly what she had wanted since her terror days as a middle schooler. As the trauma of constant confrontation passed, she became more sociable again, quickly gaining a taste for parties and discovering she was one of the people others call “party animals.” Excess became her life for a couple of years and it was at a party that she fell in love with the same guy that later interested her best friend also. Many dramatic events later, she backed off from her feelings and her best friend got together with the guy, leaving her feeling on the outside. Their mutual friends developed different interests, connections weakened and it wasn’t long before she felt the first stab of betrayal. As if on cue, her descent into a period of misfortune began. After a series of betrayals from what she had thought to be close friends, she found herself attending her grandfather’s funeral right before the entrance exams to university. Emotionally devastated and with no idea what to do with her life, she skipped examination and drifted for a year. Her parents went berserk and they made it perfectly clear that next year she would take her scholastic interest to the best universities around and start pursuing a career in either law or medicine. Depressed as she was, she didn’t have the strength to argue with their selfish desires, but when the time came she applied for psychology. Her choice provoked more outrage and she was threatened with being tossed on the streets if she didn’t change her option immediately. With her mind clear again, she refused, found a job at a library and moved into a little studio apartment where no one would nag her again. She’s been living there ever since, continuing her studies while working part-time on the side. Her parents barely contact her, not that it’s a great difference from when they were living under the same roof but never even ate together at the same table during the same hour. She doesn’t miss them and she’s living her life however she pleases. ✖ Example: (This is something rather old from a medieval role-play) Brennan was leaving early from training. The dummies ached from the harshness of his beating and there was no point to continue battling them right now. He had been hammering away at their sturdy material for days, trying desperately to distract himself from thoughts of Elaisse and vivid images of Clara. He felt stressed and tense. It was as if all joy had been robbed from him and there was nothing left but a big black void of miserable uncertainty. He wiped the sweat from his brow and sheathed his lone scimitar before grabbing the cloak he had discarded on a lucky training dummy. Despite his turbulent life of late he had managed to close an eye the previous night, thanks to liquor. Having had to resort to it made him angry. He wanted to place it behind him, bury it in the past he had been doing so well at ignoring ever since Elaisse had called out to him one stormy, late afternoon. The sky greeted him with warm sunshine as he made his way back home but he didn’t even rise his gaze to meet it. A frown sat on his face as he thought. He couldn’t understand it. They were supposed to meet back in Camelot. He had waited and waited but her delicate form never showed nor did she send any word of her cancelation or any other writing at all. It didn’t make sense and he was tired of his own thoughts and the scenarios that flooded his troubled mind. What if something had happened to her? It wasn’t entirely unlikely in the world they shared. He stared angrily at his door before entering the house brusquely and startling Mary who was apparently ready to go out. “Sorry” he offered courtly and left the door open for her as he disappeared into the depths of his dwelling. The woman looked after him with worry in her eyes, a tentative hand reaching for her lip because she knew how out of character the brief encounter had been. Deciding to leave it be, she turned and found her way out, closing the door subtly. In his room Brennan was shedding clothing. He discarded the fabrics as if they were rags and tossed them into a corner. “Where is that towel?” he questioned a pile of clean garbs as he dug through them and grabbed what he was looking for. “James!” he cried out, pushing the door to his room open and striding out with only worn underpants to give him decency. The manservant came to him shortly, looking confused. “Have the basin ready for me, I’m in need of a bath” he practically demanded then sighed, ran a hand over his weary face and added “Please.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Afternoon was quickly fading when Brennan exited his home, freshly bathed and wearing clothes that almost smelled of spring. His anger had subsided as if he’d managed to wash it off. As he walked down the street he quickly spotted the ghostly shape of long lost Clara near the city’s well but he looked away, trying not to grit his teeth. Deep down her presence always filled him with fright but Brennan was not one to give in to fear. Instead, he closed his eyes and listened, taking in a deep breath just to release it and calm himself in the process. When he opened his eyes his gaze fell on the restless people in the Market and he darted to one stand in particular that had his interest. The flower vendor managed a weak smile for him but she looked as if she had been crying - a common sight in recent days. He tried not to get too entangled in her disposition and start a conversation on her troubles, as was his habit, and simply looked at her flower selection. He rubbed his impression of a beard, his gaze undecided between tulips and roses and their colours. He forced his mind to settle on white tulips but then spied a cluster of red roses from the corner of his eye. He didn’t know what each flower meant but somehow the tulips looked like they would convey a chase and almost friendly affection while the roses seemed bold and passionate. His hand reached for and took one of the roses and he turned it in his fingers, looking through it for a brief moment. If he gave her this he wouldn’t have any room to hide his intent. The redness of the rose stared at him and his heartbeat was a step faster but he wore a steely sincerity in his eyes. The rose reminded him most of her and he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, release it. After paying for it and making his way to the stables he offered Dallon an apple before taking him out. If she wasn’t going to tell him what was going on by handwriting he would see what had happened on her face. The moments compressed in their three meetings flashed through his mind. He had never brought her anything before and had been on his best behaviour at all times. Perhaps he had been too careful? Had she wished for him to do something where he didn’t? A series of questions invaded his calm as Dallon took him through and out of Camelot city. He didn’t even want to consider the possibility of something happening to her but he glared up at the sky preventively. Brennan was a religious man and he cared deeply for his God but sometimes he was upset. As soon as he had regarded the heavens with disrespect he took it back and focused on the road instead. He would find out what had happened soon enough. When he reached Danador he gave his horse to a stableboy who worked at the local tavern. “Take good care of him” he urged the lad and pressed more than enough coins in his little palm. The boy nodded excitedly, his beady eyes wide and staring at the handful of silver before carefully placing Dallon in the cleanest spot there was. Brennan made his way towards the De Ambray estate. He knew exactly where it was for he had come on a different day to locate it, without ever going in. Elaisse had always preferred they meet somewhere other than Danador and Brennan wondered why that was. With the rose trailing behind him he neared the rich dwelling and stared up at the balcony, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone - anyone. He felt a rush of excitement at the thought of spotting a parent and smiled to himself. His feelings were serious. With a sigh of disappointment he looked away from the balcony for there was no one there. When he had but to extend his hand and knock on the door he had never seen beyond his heart rate decided to take up pace again. He paused his breathing to listen and consider any sign of movement from within but when it came to knocking he found he couldn’t. In the end he walked away from the door and allowed himself a few moments to ponder the situation. He walked all the way over to a row of benches from across the street and occupied one. After placing the rose on the worn wood he cupped his head in his hands and held a firm eye on the front door of the estate. For a man of his age he had no experience with visiting women’s homes, every single arrangement his father had prepared over the years ending up coming at his house instead. He didn’t know how to approach this new obstacle in the protocol of life so he just stared at the front door, willing it to send him telepathic answers. Perhaps with some luck, it would actually do so. [/style][STYLE=font-size: 15px;color: #eaeaea;text-align: center;letter-spacing: -1px;]This character is played by [Norbex].[/style]

[✖ ARGENT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px] [atrb=style,border-top: 10px solid #4477aa;background-color: #222222;] ACCEPTED! Accepted! :D Poor girl. She's been through a lot it seems. I wonder how she'll react to the mutant thing going around .o. Guess we'll find out XD Please post your claims and you'll be ready to go :]