Post by karlee evane cliché on Jan 23, 2010 20:56:01 GMT -5
( karlee evane cliché )
AGE :: sixteen
BIRTHDAY :: february eighth
GRADE :: eleventh
GENDER :: female
CELEBRITY :: Emilie Villanueva
NICKNAME :: Kar or LeeLee( momma didn't teach me )
THE 'RENTS ::
- Henry Cliché, father, age 46, incarcerated
- Claire Gilles, mother, age 46, landscape contractor
THE SIBS ::
- NONE
THE OTHERS ::
- Marianne Cliché, fraternal grandmother, age 78
- Étienne Cliché, fraternal grandfather, age 79
- Édouard Gilles, maternal grandfather, age 76
- Adélaïde Gilles, maternal grandmother, age 76
--- all retired ---( 'cause you're such a prick )
LIKES :: sharp objects, thunderstorms, playing guitar, ice cream, coffee, showing up her self-entitled "superiors"
DISLIKES :: answering to those who think they're better than her, her dad, participating in class, public displays of affection, conformists, her meds, nuts
PET PEEVE :: rich people who get the basic necessities and then some, yet are constantly complaining about how terrible their lives are
BIGGEST FEAR :: life
BAD HABIT :: cutting herself, duh.
FLAWS :: secretive, abbrasive, withdrawn, suicidal
POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES :: loyal, honest, free-thinker, empathetic( you think you're a model )
HAIR COLOR :: Pink with blond streaks. For the moment.
EYE COLOR :: Green / Hazel
ETHNICITY :: Caucasian
SKIN TONE :: Fair
HEIGHT :: 5'2''
WEIGHT :: 125 lbs.
PICTURE :: omd, it's a link?( every story starts the same )
Karlee's parents annoyed the hell out each other. Everything had been fine when they were dating, getting married, and honeymooning. Karlee was conceived, and that's where things fell apart. Her parents started to get into arguments. That was only the beginning. It continued up until Karlee was about four, escalating as she grew. Either it escalated, or she grew old enough to hear the words they were screaming at each other. One or the other. Her mom was being the powerhouse of the family. As soon as she recovered from maternity, she went right back to work. Karlee's father took a seat on the couch and stayed there all day, enjoying the fine French cuisine he could get just by crossing the street. One of the advantages of living in Paris. Basically, Karlee's mom did all the work, while her father was a bum.
When Karlee was around the age of four, her mother was fed up with it. She was there one night, then when Karlee woke up the next morning, she was gone. There wasn't even a note to say what had become of her. There was no custody hearing, Karlee was stuck with her father. That forced Henry to go back to work to put food on their table and pay the rent for their second-rate apartment. Henry wasn't used to working late hours, and he spent a lot of his free time drinking away his worries. That left him in a very bitter mood whenever [ADMIN EDIT] he was forced to return home. It didn't help that Karlee was doing weird things. In her neglect, she would start drawing eerie drawings with lots of mannequins and dead stuffed animals.. or procure a knife and write things like "help", "bleed", or "save me" in her skin. Rather than worry, her father would yell at her to stop being such a freak and hit her. Sometimes it was with the back of his hand, other times it was with whatever he was holding at the time. That ranged from a frying pan to his belt. It didn't take long for bruises, scars, and welts to start popping up on Karlee's skin.
One night, she came into the room carrying a bunch of her stuffed animals. She wanted to show her father what she called their dance of death. She made all the animals pounce around before she cut their heads off. It was a cry for attention, but not the kind she received. Her father went completely ballistic. He threw her against a wall and hit her numerous times over the head with the book he was reading. By the end of his fit, Karlee's nose was broken and bloody, and the back of her head was seeping blood. She was unconscious on the floor, and her father sat back down on the couch and continued reading. About a half-hour later, police officials showed up at the apartment. Apparently, one of the neighbors had heard the beating and called it in. The police saw Karlee on the floor. They didn't need to ask any questions. They got the paramedics to take care of "the girl," then handcuffed Henry and took him back to the station. He was tried and imprisoned for ten years. Because Karlee's mother was nowhere to be found, she was sent to live with her father's parents.
Both Karlee's grandparents and Bordeaux, France were good to Karlee. She'd learned her lesson and refrained from showing her grandparents any of her drawings. Not that it mattered, she was still only with them for a month. Somehow, her birth mother heard the news of Karlee's beating and wanted to claim her. As it turns out, when she'd left Henry, Claire had returned to her parents' house in Cannes. Her parents were rich enough to own their own villa there, and were happy to receive their daughter. They didn't mind taking on Karlee, either. Because she had legal documentation of being Karlee's mother, Karlee was placed in her custody. Her mother was much nicer than her father. Claire seemed anxious to make up for leaving Karlee with a monster and waited on her hand and foot. When she wasn't there to do it herself, she had the butlers and maids tend to Karlee's every whim. Karlee was made uncomfortable by all the smothering. It wasn't what she wanted either, and she started to retreat inside herself.
However, because Claire kept telling her that she would love Karlee no matter what, Karlee decided to tell her mother about her problems. She showed her the dance of death, then broke an expensive vase for good measure. Her mother's face turned inside-out in fright. She got every doctor and police officer she could on the phone. They all referred her to therapy. The one cook who believed her came in to see Karlee, and Karlee refused to show him anything. She refused to be taken and moved again. It went on that way for a while, her mother trying to figure Karlee out. She sent her to hospitals and medical facilities all over the world, homeschooling her to make everything nice and legal. No one could get her to cooperate long enough to figure anything out. Finally, one therapist was able to figure it out. He concluded that Karlee suffered from what he called "chronic depression." For treatment, he suggested removing Karlee from her current surroundings and giving her a fresh start. He also gave her some meds to take, but of course, Karlee never touched those.
Being the loving, concerned parent she was, Claire decided to take the doctor's advice and move out of France. She and Karlee were headed to the United States, to make permanent residents. They bought a house in sunny California. Unfortunately, they got there a long time before their furniture would. In the mean time, Karlee and Clair would be rooming at the Hotel California. They checked in. Karlee sat down on her bed, ready to fall alseep. She was tired after her long flight. Her mother, on the other hand, was itching to do something, so she decided to take a walk down the hall. Karlee let Clair go without her. As soon as her mother was out of sight, Karlee produced her favorite knife from her pocket and began her daily ritual. Before the blade pierced her skin, a bloodcurdling scream split the silence. A familiar bloodcurdling scream. Her stomach tied itself in a knot as Karlee rushed into the hall. There before her was a huge wolf-like.. thing... standing over the mutilated corpse of her mother. The wolf-thing looked up and saw Karlee standing there. Wasting no time, it lunged, moving with inhuman speed. Karlee panicked, jabbing her knife into the beast. She struck it right in the heart. It wasn't until after the beast was dead on the ground that she realized she'd rather it have killed her.( some other beginning's end )
ALIAS :: ZeeZee or Zee.
AGE :: 13stfuem
ACCOUNTS ON SITE :: Just LeeLee
© 2009 BY EMMY OF HC
