BRAXTON, kara lee

[lexxxy]

Character Name: kara lee braxton
Nickname(s): just kara.
Gender: Female
Age: nineteen
Sexuality: Straight
Weight: 105
Height: 5'2
Appearence:

Standing at a short, 5'2, Kara is nothing short (no pun intended) of beautiful. Her long un-natural red almost violet hair goes to about her shoulders. Unlike most girls these days, Kara doesn't spend (or as she calls it, waste time) doing her hair. She normally just let it takes it's course. She doesn't straighten it or curl in unless she is doing some thing "fancy" like going on a date or going out to a club or something like that.

Being short does have it's advantages though. She came equipped with long legs. Much like the lyrics from a The Maine song, "with legs that went on for miles". The things she see's the world with are a green color with a dash of gray. They aren't "pop" worthy and don't catch peoples attention but when you look into them you can get lost for days.

As for her "style". Well that can be labeled as "vintage". Rarely will she be seen wearing sweat pants out in public. Even if it is to go get the mail. She refuses to make herself look dumb. On a normal day, she can be seen with a dress, skinnies, a skirt just about anything.

A common accessory on Kara would be a stroller. And maybe a baby puke stain here and there. She constantly, has a baby bag over her shoulder seeing how she never leaves her babies side. Since having a purse would just be "extra work" to carry, she never carries one. She just shoves what she needs into the diaper bag. As for other accessories, she does wear necklaces, bracelets and all that. She is a normal girl for the most part. She loves fashion and loves wearing new things. But also likes to go with whatever she wants to wear. So if she finds an old vintage shirt that no one likes, she will more that likely, wear it.

Personality:

Kara is generally, a sweet and kind human being. She doesn't like being an ass to people and doesn't like putting people down. Although, she does have a bitch side. But she hates using it. Most of the time she is just sweet. When Kara does become a bitch though, she is kind of bad. She yells at people and will just say some of the harshest things. But as soon as she comes to her senses, she will say sorry to the person.

She also has a "motherly" side to her. She loves being able to take people under her wing and help them out with whatever. She is known to seeing those homeless people on the side of the road and just give them a dollar or two or buy them food. Her spoiled-ness doesn't really take over. She loves being a sweet heart and likes people to like her. Most of the time when she has enemies, she will try her best to get them to like her again. No, she won't show up to their house with a butt ton of flowers and ask for forgiveness, but she will try talking to them to try and create the peace between them.

And of coarse. She is random and creative. Kara is VERY random. In dead silence she will randomly say some thing like "barney likes to chew Bazooka bubble gum" and she doesn't really care if she is judged in any way shape or form. So likes being herself. As for being creative, she has the mind of an artist. She does randomly draw. She does have potential to become an artist and get work published and sold.. But Kara refuses to do that.

And of coarse, she is a hopeless romantic. Although, she won't admit it, she does love when guys surprise her with stuff. And she loves doing thingss for guys. With her creativity and her random-ness this helps her to accomplish what she wants to. And most of the time, guys kind of appreciate it, or they are just really good liars. Another personality trait actually, Kara really just, sucks at lying. When her daughter grows up Kara is going to fail at saying the Easter Bunny and Santa and all that, are real.

History:

History aye? Alright well. first off you might need to pull up a chair. This might take a while. first off. i am kara lee. kara lee braxton. okay that was an epic fail at a james bond moment. forgive me? anyways. i am kara. i am nineteen, just turned nineteen actually. i guess i should start from the day i was born? that would make sense right?

Alright I was born in Madison, Wisconsin. Small town. But it was awesome growing up. I was born to a mother who was raped and wasn't really willing to raise the baby. So luckily, she had my uncle. he adopted me. Little did my mom know though, was that my uncle was gay and had a boyfriend who he would later marry (that will be let out in a little way, be patient). As soon as my mom found out she kinda freaked. You see, my family, well okay my family back then, were all major homophobes. And they were not alright with ANY time of gays. Really sad actually. Gay people are awesome. Anyways. Not the point. She tried to take me back by my uncle wouldn't let me go. He pretty much clinged to me. Telling her she wouldn't be getting me back. I guess that was a good thing. Cause in the end, I stayed with my uncle.

As a kid, i grew up with my uncle and his boyfriend, who he later married. Cause back then, you could marry whoever the hell you wanted! At the wedding. Well I was the flower girl. And I got to give my own little speech. I was about five when they got married. My uncle and his boyfriend actually became, dad and daddy in my mind. They didn't force me to call them that. But they liked that i did. daddy, was my uncle. And dad was the boyfriend. They had money really. So I never starved and I guess, I didn't have a rough time with anything. I got what i wanted when i wanted it. So yes, I was spoiled.

High school. Yeah that shit was ridiculous. I hated it. It was torture. I got decent grades. Not good enough to get like a scholarship to college or anything. But i got good grades. Do D's. My dads thought it was fine. So after high school I guess I got into drinking. Well actually, even during high school, I liked to drink. But who doesn't? Drugs weren't my thing though. Well, I started hanging out with this group around town that liked to cause mischief and do just... rebel-ish stuff. Anyways, in that group, I met a guy. He was kind of the leader almost. Clique all have the "main" person, well he was him. He was a completely bad ass and every one knew not to argue with him. Well, I didn't. And I decided to. But for some God forsaken reason, he was attracted by it. And I guess it kind of helped a little. Because no one messed with me anymore. Every one was generally nice to me.

Perfect life right? Yeah no. It took a sudden turn when I got pregnant. with the "leaders" kid. He freaked out and told me to leave the city. Of coarse I didn't listen and i stayed. Bad idea. He ended up going all, crazy on me and saying that he would "ruin me" if I didn't leave. I was tired of the drama so I packed my bags and left after my daughter, Annabella Marie was born. Off to California I went. I wasn't sure what I was going to do for money, besides live off my dads credit cards. Which they were okay with. They stayed in Madison. While i moved to California. So far, I like it. It isn't to shabby in my opinion.

Sample Rp:

Life, it is made of bad decisions. All kinds of bad decisions really. Whether it be from not looking at your tights before leaving the house and later finding a rip or you know, having sex without using protection. Either one, ends badly. Now, no one said, they had the same exact consequences but they both have terrible endings (actually not the ripped tights one, ripped tights are “in” now a days). It is pretty obvious how the sex without protection one ends. Pregnancy. And that was in fact the bad decision that now haunted Amara Marble. She was in fact pregnant. It wasn’t like the dad was some random guy she met when she went to some party and just had sex with. No no, it was Mark. Mark Abrams. She loved the guy. It wasn’t like he was a random guy, he was her boyfriend. But when she told him she was pregnant, he freaked and ran away. It wasn’t some thing she was excepting. Mark, was a laid back, sweet kind guy to her most of the time. Yet he ran, when he found out she was holding their unborn child. Well actually, he wanted till they were alone then ran. Amara didn’t know about to think of that, but she did cry. Because she was convinced now, that she would never see Mark again. And he was proving this so far.

Now, Amara was left alone with a baby inside of her. Her boyfriend was out of the picture, if he was even considered her boyfriend now. It was already pretty late, Amara was freezing. Generally, amara would be all smiles and laughing over jokes made about customers that smelled gross or about customers who tried hitting on her. It was the only entertaining thing about her job. But right now, she was not all smiles. She had put on a fake smile all day at work and didn’t feel like walking home with a fake smile slapped onto her pretty little face. Really, Amara didn’t want to stop and talk to any one, she didn’t want to see a single face she just wanted to go home. As Seth Cohen from The O.C. would say “she was nemo and she just wanted to go home”.

Amara let a sigh escape her mouth, and placed two hands over the tiny belly bump she had already. Looking down she smiled a bit. "You have caused so much trouble already and you aren’t even born yet. Yet I still love you.” She slowly looked up and say the back of a head she knew well. It was Mark’s. Oh well she hoped at least. If that was the hair of some fifty year old man who was in the middle of the park looking for girls alone, like Amara, well then he had some nice freaking hair! Before she could even think Amara moved towards the guy. She wasn’t really thinking but she was moving towards him. She could fight the guy off if he wasn’t Mark. She had practically killed people for crying out loud. She could fight him off if he wasn’t Mark. But that wasn’t a thought that was going through her mind right now. The only thoughts were those of “holy fuck Mark!” and just wanting him to pick her up off the ground and kiss her and say sorry for running. But please. This isn’t a fairytale.

Taping the shoulder of the guy standing in front of her, she suddenly got uber nervous and felt her stomach turning. Placing her other hand over her belly she looked up at the back of the head. Excuse me.. Can I…talk to you for a few minutes please? “ What a good way to approach the guy you are dating right? Then again it could be some creep or some thing. So it kind of made sense. Running up to the guy and kissing him, in thought of him being Mark or taping his shoulder and being polite? Hmm yes, choice B.

Celeb:

erika altsosaar

Out Of Character:

i am lexxxy. nice to meet you. :] i am sixteen almost seventeen years old. as for a way to contact me? i think the best way would be to PM me. as for other sites, there are a few. :]

[( tahlia )]

Sorry hun but before I accept this, quite a few things need to be fixed. To begin with, punctuation is a major issue. Capital letters need to be focused on as the weren't in your app. More needs to be written in her personality and a little bit more in her appearance. That being said, you've put great detail into her history and your sample is good. Let me know when everything is altered and I'll be happy to accept your app.

[( tahlia )]

Thanks hun. Enjoy!