ALSTAIRE, kristabella rae

[krista]

KRISTABELLA RAE ALSTAIRE
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All the basic info

••• Name: Kristabella Rae Alstaire
••• Alias: Krista
••• Age: 26
••• Gender: Female
••• Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
••• Species: Fae
••• Loyal to: No one
••• Alignment Neutral
••• Play By: Lzzy Hale

LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIPS
Likes, dislikes, etc

••• Likes:
x..Music
x..Honesty
x..Uniqueness
x..Being with friends
x..Being alone
x..Reading
x..Fire
x..Playing guitar
••• Dislikes:
x..Blood
x..Conforming
x..Obnoxious people
x..Arrogance, Ignorance, and/or Selfishness
x..Rules/Restrictions
x..Being told what to do
x..Being ignored
x..Lying
x..Her parents
x..Vampires
••• Pet Peeves:
x..People shortening her name to just "Bella"
x..People who can't take a hint and are completely oblivious
x..Being interrupted
••• Weaknesses:
x..Besides blood transfusions being fatal (of which she is yet unaware), she is also hemophobic
x..Doesn't always play nice with others
x..Incredibly stubborn
x..She is unaware of the fact that she is a Fae and not human
••• Strengths:
x..She knows when someone is lying.
x..Intelligent, she catches on to things quickly
x..Strong-willed
••• Habits:
x..Chews lightly at her knuckles when in deep thought or consideration
x..Repeatedly shoves her hair behind her ears when nervous, even if it's already there
x..She licks her lips when confused
x..Chews on lower lip when bored
x..When angry or upset, she pulls out the small lighter she carries and watches the flame to calm down

••• Overall Personality:

Kristabella is an outspoken, independent person. She does what she wants, not what someone else wants her to do. She hates being told what to do more than anything. She doesn't like to conform to what other people think is appropriate or correct. Most of the time, she will disregard what someone has told her and do whatever it is she thinks she should be doing instead. With her, it is usually her way or no way. She doesn't really care who this offends or pisses off. As far as she is concerned, that is their problem, not hers. And she will tell them so. She won't lie to someone. She simply can't. She will tell you how she feels about you to your face. For some reason, many people don't like such blunt honesty.

Quite often, this behaviour gets her labeled as "trouble-maker", "hateful", "rude", etc. She could care less. She doesn't give the people that say those things a second thought, because they don't matter. They don't know her. Not completely. They see one side and assume that is all there is to her. As if she would ever be so two-dimensional.

Krista simply wants to live her own life. She likes to be different and unique, but if what she wants is also what other people are doing, then "conformity" doesn't bother her. She just doesn't want her life to be controlled by someone else. She doesn't believe anyone has that right, and she will do everything she can to prevent that from happening to her.

She may not be the quickest person to make friends, but that doesn't mean she avoids them. When she does find a friend, that person unlocks a whole other side to her. She is fiercely loyal to those close to her, and would put herself in danger to keep them out of it. She likes to have fun and relax. She is also very intelligent. But much of this is lost to most people, because they can't see past her exterior and her walls to notice. She's perfectly fine with that, however, because if they can't get over themselves enough to see that, then there is no reason they should get to.

THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE
Appearance and what not

••• Hair: Soft, wavy, dark brown hair
••• Eyes: Dark brown
••• Weight: 140#
••• Height: 5'8"
••• Body Type: Slim, fit
••• Distinguishing Marks: None

••• Overall Appearance:

Beautiful would be a good word to describe Kristabella. She has long, richly coloured, dark brown hair that is usually left to fall in wavy tendrils. Her eyes are an even deeper brown. Krista stays in shape, and this is suggested by her lean figure. She is slim, but she has curves in all the right places. She has soft, lightly tanned skin with no major flaws. At 5'8", she seems to be at a good balance between short and tall, and is quite content with that. Krista has long, slender limbs that she is quite fond of, and so it isn't odd for her to wear clothing that shows them off a bit. This usually includes mini skirts or shorts and tight-fitting tops. She is also a fan of heels.

YOU CAN'T CHANGE HISTORY
History and other info

••• Birth Place: Madison, Wisconsin, US
••• Family:
Derek Alstaire - Father - Unknown
Mellina Alstaire - Mother - Living
••• History:

Kristabella's first years were mostly uneventful, but pleasant. That didn't last for very long. About half a year after she turned five, her father left. Without a word, he just took off. Krista didn't understand it, but there wasn't anything she could do.

Mellina tried to be as close to her daughter as she could after that, but it didn't really work out that way. Krista liked to be different, unique. Mellina much preferred conformity. This drove a wedge between them that only grew the more Mellina tried to convince Krista to act like everyone else and not be herself. This went on for years, with Mellina being more persistent and going as far as to throw away things Krista bought if she thought they stood out too much. Krista resented her mother, and moved out as soon as she was able.

After she graduated, Kristabella continued on into college. She made several friends, but they were always more like acquaintances. It was her sophomore year that she met the only friend she'd ever actually considered true. She met Alena in one of her classes, and they were practically at each others' side from there. Alena was the only friend who had ever completely understood Krista, and vice versa. So it made sense.

But all good things must end. At least that's how it seemed for Krista. At the start of their junior year, Krista lost the closest person to her. And in the worst way possible, as far as she was concerned. Alena was murdered, but not by any normal person. Krista never once believed the killer was normal. Human. Though she kept that part to herself, never being able to explain it.

Krista had never believed in monsters or demons or anything. The supernatural didn't exist, they couldn't exist. But somehow, Alena's killer had been more than human. In fact, Krista had decided he had been some sort of vampire, though not like anything she'd ever heard about from any fairytale. The man didn't have two long incisors, but a mouthful of sharp teeth that reminded her of a shark's. And he hadn't looked human. Well, he did at first, but he didn't stay human. He had changed into some sort of hideous creature, with disgusting, rotting flesh.

Krista and Alena had been walking back to their dorm building after having dinner at a local restaurant. He had shown up as they were passing the parking lot to a neighboring dorm building. He had come up to them, and had acted like any normal person, but Krista knew something was wrong. She had been right.

He killed Alena, and probably would have killed Krista too, but she ran. She wasn't entirely sure if he was following her, but she never looked to find out as she ran toward the nearest building. She made it inside, and tried to get help for Alena, but when someone went outside to see what had happened, both the man and Alena were gone.

Krista finished up her four years of college, though in a fog for a quite awhile. After college, Krista moved away. She's much better, having decided not to keep living in the past, though she'll always have what happened that night somewhere in her mind. Now, she lives in Bridgefield. Since that night, she hasn't met another vampire, or any other inhuman creature, much to her own pleasure. She still isn't even aware of the fact that she isn't human.

••• RP sample:
He crept quietly through the shallow grass, his stomach pressed close to the ground, crushing the dew-soaked blades beneath him. His eyes, as black and dense as velvet, locked onto their target, which rested, unsuspecting, a couple feet ahead of him. His nose twitched anxiously, and a soft, barely audible whine echoed from his throat. His prey had not yet realized the danger, but he wasn't going to waste much more time. His muscles tensed, preparing for the assault. And with a high-pitched battle cry, he lunged.

The little butterfly took to the air, escaping with its dignity just as he landed in the spot the butterfly had been a moment before, short of a victory. Those pesky little butterflies always seemed to get away. Maybe it had known he was there all along and had just been teasing him, waiting for the last minute to get out of harm's way. Not that his goal had been to hurt it; he just wanted to play.

A weak breeze carried a low whistle lazily through the air, its pitches drifting like the wind. His ears perked at the familiar sound, and he took off in bounding, excited leaps toward the source, forgetting the butterfly for the moment.


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Braxton lay on his back, stretching his lanky form across the wooden bench. One bare foot, the one closest to the back of the bench, was pressed against the wood, his leg bent at the waist and at the knee so that it wasn't sprawling off the end of the bench. The other leg hung off the side, parallel to the rest of his body until his knee, which was bent so that his foot rested on the damp grass. One arm rested on his stomach while the other, like his leg, hung off the side of the bench.

A smile tugged at the side of the Druid's mouth as he heard his friend coming closer. He turned his head to see the young pup bounding toward him, and felt the pit bull's excitement as if it were his own. The dog quickly reached the bench, and immediately ambushed Brax's hand in a barrage of mad licking. Brax laughed and patted the dog's head.

"Hello, Tank," he said softly. "Come up here." Tank stopped his continued effort to lick the boy's hand, and focused instead on his new mission. With just a little hesitation, unsure if he could really make it, he jumped onto the bench, landing on Braxton's stomach. Brax let out an "oof" at the sudden weight: at six months, Tank wasn't quite as little as he used to be.

Tank sprawled out across Braxton's torso, resting his head on Brax's chest, just below the base of his throat. The dog's dark eyes met Brax's similarly dark eyes, and the boy smiled at his companion. He rubbed Tank's ears affectionately, chuckling as the dog's lids half-closed in pleasure, his tail wagging slightly.

"Ah, Tank. What a splendid morning." As soon as he had spoken the words, the dog's mood changed, into a gloomy, pouty feeling. He whimpered quietly. "Oh, don't worry. There will always be more butterflies to sneak up on," he said with a laugh.

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