Post by melcarey on Jan 2, 2011 21:57:27 GMT -5
HEY YOU!
Who me?
YEAH YOU! WHO ARE YOU?
Well, I’m
KaitlynClaire Brennan
Tell us about yourself.
What do you want to know?
How long have you been around?
121 / 22
What exactly are you?
Twilight Vampire
So are you a man or a woman?
women
How do you swing?
straight
When should we put the candles on the cake?
March 14th
What do you look like?:
Are you tall enough for this ride?
5ft 8in
How much do you weigh?
I don't have scales
Who do you look like?
Isla Fisher
So, what are you wearing?
what ever will blend me in with those around me, I don't like to stand out in a crowd. I usually wear loose flowing layers when I can.
Do you wear anything of sentimental value?
Antique silver Crucifix and I keep a very old bible among my things
Who, exactly, are you?:
You got any family?
No I am on my own. Erik Corinthian was my maker
Where to you live?
I am travelling around a bit
Are you in school?
too old for htat
Tell me about your history.:
I was born in 1881, the year the parents celebrated with many great happenings. Firstly the Land Commission not only fixed the rents to stop the greedy land lords from raising the cost of renting the small little farmlet my father ran, but they also provided him with a loan so that he could buy the small piece of rocky land. Now land owners my father worked extra hard to create a future for his soon to be family.
I was born the night that the ship wrecked against the cliff, father had gone to help look for survivors, although more likely to loot from what was washed ashore. When he returned as the light broke the horizon, there I was in my mothers arms. Although he had prayed each day for a boy to help with the land, he was smitten straight away.
He had found on the shoreline a silver crucifix, and although he could have sold it for a years wage, he immediately tucked it into my crib to keep me safe and protect me, thinking it a lucky omen. It was a lucky omen, because that year my father grew a bumper crop and my ma got a new dress, father bought a new cow to milk since the other was old and I grew up happy, following my dad about the farm, Daddy's little girl.
My parents were very much in love however they were not blessed with another child and so my mother and I helped father as much as possible. I learnt from a young age how to look after the livestock and tend the vegie garden, how potatoes grew and how to look after the household chores. Things were plentiful but we worked hard and I quickly grew strong and confident, our only rest days were Sundays, we would wash and head to church and spend the day reading from the very tattered family bible.
Just after my 13th Birthday a law came in that school was compulsory until the age 14, reluctantly I headed off to school. I was behind, couldn't read or write and was miserable being away from my folks but I made friends quickly with everyone and by the end of my compulsory year i still hadn't learnt letters or numbers. But the day of my 14th birthday was the happiest of my life because I didn't have to go anymore.
When I was 17 our neighbor started visiting a lot, more in a week than we usually saw him in a year. He brought his son with him and we would sit across from the rickety table and drink tea, not really speaking to each other. My da and his father started discussing a wedding, I wasn't really listening to start with but when my Ma asked if a month would be a long enough engagement I sort of came to like I had been asleep.
"I can't get married" I pleaded "I don't want to leave here"
Of course they all insisted and I ran out of the house with tears running down my cheeks. Through the dark I ran, the sound of my pounding heart louder than the ocean waves against the cliffs. I heard steps behind me and a slowed but when the I heard my name called it wasn't the voice of my father as I expected, but the neighbour's son. I whirled around to face him and he almost ran into me, we stumbled together, his arms on my shoulders. My foot slipped on a moss covered rock and fell sideways, the boys hands slipped as I fell. I took three stumbling steps trying to find my balance in the dark. Next thing I knew I was falling through the darkness.
I do not remember anything after I fell from the cliff top to the rocks and water below, all i do remember is the excruciating burning and pain. I wondered why the ocean wasn't cooling the heat and continued to scream.
Nearly 6 days later I woke, on board a sailing ship in a tiny room below the deck. The rocking of the ship was gently as the ship sailed through gentle seas. My throat burned with a dry desperation I had never felt before. I screamed and a man came to me. He told me his name was Erik and that he had saved me, plucking me from the waves as they bashed me against the rocks time and time again. He gave me a small glass vial to drink, I opened the stopper, it looked like blood. I crinkled my nose in disgust but suddenly I needed it and drank it down, the burn in my throat going away just a little.
Over the next few years Erik and his butler Bentley, taught me to control my thirst. Erik told me how he saw me fall from the cliffs and how he had dove overboard from where his ship was safely moored to grab my body as it was being smashed against the rocks. Bleeding and broken he had barely seconds to save my life and had bitten me there in the sea as the waves crashed around us.
It was Bentley that taught me to read and write, after his duties were done he would stay up late to help me learn things. After reading he taught me numbers and then things about history and geography and finally arts. When my thirst was finally in control, I left them to find my family, but they had all since passed on. I traveled around the world after then, praying for my family's souls and enjoying learning new things.
So, what do you like to eat?
Animal blood, usually small carnivores
What foods make you hurl?
I do not like the blood of skunks, Yuk!
What do you like to do?
I study architecture especially old buildings, I adore looking at old cathedrals and churches. I like to draw these building when I am alone from memory. Sometimes the outside, sometimes the intricate arches from inside. I like to sing in my native tongue, gaelic. Old songs from the old days.
That’s some attitude, want to tell me about it?
I am friendly and like to think of everyone not as strangers, but as friends I haven't met yet. I have never really been hurt by anything or anyone so don't really have any trepidation or fear.
So, what’s so good about you?
I am thoughtful and careful, I am caring and kind, I am everything a good irish girl should be.
Do you have any flaws?
I can find it hard to believe that not everyone is friendly, I can be stubborn when i believe in something totally, even if its wrong and I can have a bad temper.
Other:
What else can you tell me?
no
Can you do anything cool?
no
Show us your stuff
Kaitlyn walked slowly, her shoes making a dull thud on the thick carpet runner that been added for the upcoming wedding she had seen advertised on the board outside. She looked down half expecting little puffs of ancient dust to be puffing up and powdering her shoes, but the floor was spotless. People walked past her, some rudely bumping her shoulder as they hurried, all of the grabbing at their arm and turning to glare at her as if she had bumped them. She smiled apologetically to them all despite having done nothing wrong.
Her steps never changed speed as she slowly admired the tall internal arches, giving way to little knaves most likely used as private galleries at some time or another, she soaked in every aspect of the immense building. Despite the detail of the building the alter before her was plain wood and plainly decorated with a small cross and a bunch of fresh flowers, the same flowers she had seen growing in the gardens, this caused a smile to creep to her lips.
She looked around before slipping into a pew, she closed her eyes, her right hand flew to her pocket and removed a small silver crucifix. She clasped it between her hands as she held them in prayer. She sat for a moment, praying for the souls of her long gone family.
“Amen” she said softly as she crossed herself, she opened her eyes, lifted the crucifix to her lips and kissed it before she tucked it into her pocket. Although it had been over a century since she had seen them, she still missed her family.
She looked up at the large windows of the Notre Dame, suddenly feeling lonely. It was then that she decided that she was sick of travel, she needed to be around people who understood. Her thought flew to her maker and to her teacher, she knew they would always welcome her. She stood and walked briskly out of the building, careful not to bump anyone, now that she had made up her mind she was determined to see Erik and Bentley again sooner rather than later.
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