Grey Starre, Mortal

[Grey Starre]

[+] BEHIND THE CHARACTER

<sub>Name/Nickname;; Louise
Age;; 16

How did you find KOTS?;; ...How do yaz think? XD Luneee!</sub>

[+] THE CHARACTER

Name;; Grey Alayne Starre
Title;; ----
Nickname/s;; Grey-Grey, Greyish, Nala, Crazy Psycho, etcc. XD

Age;; 17
Race;; Human!

Side;; Erm..Neutral? Haha.
Place of Residence;; Earth
Level;; ----

Occupation;; She doesn't have one, really. XD She was expelled from school, has no job...Singer, then? I dunno. XD

Weapon of Choice;; ----

[+] PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

<sub>Celeb;; Jac Vanek
Physical Description;; Grey is a very decorative girl. Especially with her hair. Only her roots would tell you her natural hair colour, which is a beautiful dark brown. She then dyed the shoulder-length mass a pitch black before adding streaks of red, pink, light brown, and then dying the ends of her hair blonde. The back of her hair is cut much shorter, the gradual length smooth and even, the typical emo-style, her hair covering half of her face. However, now she has it grown out and dyed a white-blond colour.

Her eyes are a beautiful hazel-green, and she wears black eyeliner along with randomly-coloured eye shadow. She doesn't wear the same eye shadow any two days in the same week. Her left nostril is pierced and usually bores a hoop, and the skin above her upper lip to the right is pierced, borne only with a simple little silver ball. Her choice of wardrobe differs, showing off more of her unpredictablity, and her nails are painted black and bright red.

Hair color;; White-blond
Eye color;; Hazel-green

Height;; 138 lbs
Weight;; 5'6</sub>

[+] PERSONALITY

Personality Description;; In two words, crazy psycho. She's probably one of the most hyper-active persons you've ever met, and her favourite things to do are throw parties, flirt with both genders (even thought she's straight), laugh at iodiotic jokes, run and bounce around, do dares, make juicy dares for other people, and just have fun! She's a great person to meet, and once you become her friend, you're kinda stuck to her like glue, and you won't ever have to worry about bullies, as she'd help you through them.

However, all good people have flaws, right? Well, here's the psycho part about her. She's extremely bipolar, so one moment she could be laughing and partying with her friends, next slicing their throats. Okay, maybe not THAT extreme, but still. You get the message. That's why she's such a good fighter. However, if you ever ask her how she punches so well, she'd never be able to remember, seeing as how she can't remember anything once she switches personalities.

When Grey isn't hyper nor insane, she's usually just downright depressed and emo. However, this side of her is rare, and she usually locks herself up, not allowing anyone to see this side of her.

Likes;;
Boys
Parties
Flirting
Laughing
Idiotic jokes
Having fun
Loud music

Dislike;;
Being all emo and shizz
People who don't know how to have fun
People who don't smile
Basically non-fun people

Skills;; Singing; dancing; being friendly and talkative
Weaknesses;; Trusts too easily; songwriting; playing any sort of instrument; her bipolar disorder

Hopes;; To have lots of crazy friends; to get somewhere in life
Fears;; Being hated; failing at anything

Goals;; To become a famous singer; make her own brand of coffee

[+] BACKGROUND

Parents;;
Biological: Alan and Jasmine Starre
Foster: Damien and Flare Novalle
Siblings;; Moon Starre (older sister by one year)
Other Family Members;; ----

Date of Death;; ----
Cause of Death;; ----
Perpatrator/s;; ----

Past Incarnation/s;; ----

History;; Grey was put into an orphanage before she could even grow attached to her old family. All she knows is that she had a mother, father, and a sister, whom was older by one year. However, according to them, she was too difficult to manage, and so they gave her away almost immediately. While she stayed at the orphanage, Grey heard that her dad had died when someone had broke into their house, and her mother and sister had somehow escaped and were now staying somewhere else. Not like Grey didn't care much; why should she care about a family that didn't even want to love her?

So, it was a while before Grey was introduced to a man that went by the name of Damien. The two talked, and instantly became good friends, Damien always complimenting her great personality. He didn't even ask her about her past family; they just joked around and got to know each other a bit before Damien told her that he and his girlfriend were looking for a child.

So, Grey was taken in my Damien and his girlfriend, whom went by Flaire. It was such an awkward name, but Grey found it beautiful and unique. She loved saying that name. Flaire. Flaire. So, she would always call her new mother "Flaire" instead of "mother".

Grey was homeschooled for her elementary years, seeing as how she had missed the first couple of years, but when it came time for highschool, she attended the school with good self-esteem. It paid off, since she immediately made great friends and even made a couple enemies that truly wanted nothing to do with her. Well, except ruin her life, maybe.

However, in her second year of highschool, Grey was encountered by one of those "enemies". The two ended up getting in a fight, and this was where her bipolar issue was pointed out. Of course, Grey never realized that happened, but when she became "conscious" again, she was told that she was being sent to jail.

While awaiting the police officers, Grey watched with innocent confusion as the principal talked to her two parents. Instead of going to jail, it was declared, Grey was expelled from school. She now lives with her foster parents, even though they are still a little scared of her, and she is working ever-the-more harder on her singing and songwriting.

[+] ANYTHING ELSE

Sample RP;; (Not Grey, haha.)

Yay, it was Monday morning. That meant school. That meant having to deal with other people she highly disliked. That meant another day without talking and just ignoring people. That just meant another day; another boring-packed day. Well, until she came home, but she did not have to worry about that yet.

Scowling, Bella stumbled out of her bed, nearly falling at one point. She finally made it into the small bathroom that was connected to her room, and she closed the door behind herself, her hands going in front of her as she searched for the sink. She soon found it and she felt for the faucet, turning the water on and cupping her hands underneath the cool liquid. She then lifted her hands up to her face and splashed the water all over it, her eyes still closed since she had not opened them yet. However, when she finally did, she looked straight in front of her, into the mirror. What she saw was a huge blurry figure, supposedly herself, her misty gray eyes wavering slightly and her pale eyelids slightly narrowed over them, her pitch black hair tied back into a braid with stray strands in her face.

Reaching behind her, Bella began to take out her braid, looking downwards to the counter, staying silent as she began to think to herself. She had gotten a new schedule the last week at school, giving her new classes, and she found herself still not comfortable with the change. She was not very fond of change, since she normally did not have to deal with it. Her family had always been the same; she had always lived in this house, in this city, in this state; nothing really changed.

Once her hair was down, Bella ran her fingers through it before she reached over, grabbing her contact case. She opened it and began putting the black contacts in, covering up her beautiful natural eyes, enabling her to see much better. When she finally had them in, she blinked a couple times, shaking her head and looking at herself in the mirror. Now the image was much clearer. Her straight, shoulder-blade length hair covered up the fresh bruise on her neck, and she was thankful for that, even though she felt as if she could still see it. The thought of it made her eyes narrow in anger. Her skin was pale, contrasting with her contacts and hair, and soon enough, her outfit and make-up. She was what people normally called “gothic”, even though she had no idea how they got that. She was not into the whole “heavy metal” thing; she barely knew any bands. She loved music, true, but she was not allowed the privilege to explore many things, including music. She wrote herself, though, so it was not so bad.

Running her skinny fingers through her hair one last time, Bella turned around and limped back to her bedroom, over to the dresser by her bed. She grabbed some clothes, throwing them on her bed before she began to change. When she got rid of her layers, it was very easy to see how skinny the frail sixteen-year-old was, which was actually a little scary. She still had a body form, good shape, but her anorexia was quite obvious. Well, if you ever caught her without her many layers. Another thing you could catch without her layers on, besides her skinny frame, was that her skin was pale was marked. She had bruises, new and old, all over her body, and her thighs and on the inside of her lower arms were red, irritated, and scarred, a couple spots of fresh blood noticeable. She was a cutter; she had issues. It was life, was it not? Exactly.

Bella quickly got dressed, wearing baggy clothes. She wore a pair of black Tripp pants with red hems and many layers for her top; a black tank top, a black short-sleeved shirt, a black long-sleeved shirt, and, finally, a black jacket with red hems, finishing the outfit. She soon pulled on some old, worn-out tennis shoes, ones she had coloured black herself, and then she walked back into the bathroom to apply her heavy black make-up; heavy eyeliner, heavy mascara, heavy eye shadow, heavy lip stick – heavy everything.

When she was finally done, Bella quickly limped back to her bedroom, grabbing her backpack and stuffing a couple things inside, zipping it back up inside. She then carefully slipped it onto her shoulders before she limped out of her bedroom, towards the front door, her head bowed with her hair hanging in her face. The cold hit her like a brick wall, but she did her best to ignore it, making her way a couple blocks before arriving at her bus stop. The others there glanced at her, but generally left her alone, continuing their conversation as Bella stayed there.

The bus was there a couple minutes later, and she was the last to get on, the others pushing her aside so they were able to pick their seats. A soft scowl escaped her lips, but for the most part, she remained expressionless, finding a seat and occupying it. The bus ride was another fifteen minutes as they picked up more students, Bella looking out the window the whole time. The bus soon slowed down for the final time, telling everyone that they had arrived, and so Bella shifted, getting ready to stand and to get off.

The school looked the same as ever, with the additional blanket of snow covering its rooftops. The girl spared the boring building only one glance before she headed over to her normal bench, one that was always vacant, and she took a seat, looking down at the ground blankly. She was alone, and she was fine with that. She did not need any friends; she was independent in her own way.

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