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[DogLife.]

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Hi, my name is Katarina, but please call me Kat, I really hate the name my parents gave me, it sucks. A lot. Anyway,I am female, just turned Seventeen years old, oh, and I love music! Music is my passion, it is what i live to do. I write music, sing, play the guitar and piano, and DJ in clubs from time to time! It is the best. Anything else about me? My fave song is Demons, or Battle Cry, and I used to be Christian, not anymore. Chow!

Kat's Personality

Kat is rather quiet during the day, but it is not a shy kind of quiet, more a moody kind. She never really pays much attention to the bigger picture of things, she is more bothered about which album from which artist is coming out next and how she is going to sneak into a rave to pay attention to anything. Kat never listens to some people (her parents mostly) because apparently they don't have good ideas, but really they have more sense then this scatter brained lassie. Really, Kat thinks jumping out of a plane is a good idea, especially if it means she can go to New York! Which is not going to happen. So, Kat is basically a rebel. And a dreamer of big things. She has crazy dreams that most say are insane, but she has ideas and that is what counts. She can sometimes be loving, but... not that much.Generally she is a rebel dreamer, and that is how she will always be!

Kat's History!

Hi, my name is Kat and I am seventeen years old. This is my past. Many people have a past, in fact all do, but you can choose to forget your past and leave it in the shadows. I choose to do that, but no one understands why. I had a good childhood, apparently at least. I grew up in a mansion, surrounded in servants and cook and tutors. It was awful and I hated it. My parents were and still are extremely rich, so they could afford all of this. Gold and ivory and chandeliers that hung from the ceiling draped in crystals and candles that smelt of lavender. Posh opera music that left me with a pounding head ache. Living in the mansion for fifteen years, hiding away and listening to my own music. It was around that time that I began to make my own music, to show the world through YouTube that is was not a pathetic Christian girl.

That was the other complication with my childhood. My parents are very strict Christians, and they disapprove of all atheists. They never gave me the choice of my faith, and they still have not. Each Sunday we went to Church dressed in white and we sat. We would be there for hours, preying as I got cold and bored. I hated Church. I still do really. So if I hated my childhood so much, why was I still there? Well, I didn’t stay forever. It was my fifteenth birthday, and it had fallen in a Sunday. I spent hours in the Church, and eventually I feel asleep. My mother woke me with a harsh shake to the arm, and I was just so fed up. I glared at her with storms in my eyes. And when we got home that evening, I got it. My father reached out and punched me.
“What were you doing sleeping in Church!” he had shouted.
By the I was completely and utterly fed up of my family. And, for the first time in fifteen years, I shouted at them.
“What was I even doing in Church on my birthday? Mother, Father, I am sick and tired of going to Church every day, and spending my birthday every year there! For just once in your life can you see how rubbish life is for me. Half the time you even forget I am alive!”
“Katarina! How dare you! The Church is very important!” Mother squealed in that high voice I despised so much.
“How dare I! Family is more important; don’t you think?”
“… No. Our duty is to the Church and our God.” Father said, sternly.
“Well, my duty is to my freedom, and I excommunicate myself from the Church. And from you!”

I left that very same night. I packed up everything I could need, headphones and phone and laptop. My favourite books. Pencils and pens and notepads full of doodles and lyrics. Little pieces of my life I could not leave behind. Pulling on my scarf with a shiver, as I knew now I could not return. I took one of my frilly white dresses to the grate and burnt it, shred by shred. As I turned to leave with my back pack on my back, a shadow loomed in my door frame.
“We don’t hate you, you know that.” My Mother said tearfully.
“I know but I cannot stay anymore Mum.”
She sniffed, then looked into my bright purple eyes with her deep blue ones. “Stay safe. You don’t have a God anymore, but take this at least.” She handed me a bracelet bandana thing that I twisted around my wrist. It was dark black with a white cross. “To show you the light” Mother said lightly. I smiled and gave her one last hug. Then I was gone.

Leaving the mansion was the best thing I had ever done. I made my own way into the world, working at cafes during the days, and as a DJ by night. Moving around, growing and learning more than my parents ever could have taught me. Creating my own style, and loving who I had become. Katarina no more, but Kat, fierce and strong. I had finally found where I belonged.

Playlist

Demons by Imagine Dragons
Radioactive by Imagine Dragons
Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots
Take Me to Church by Hozier

Accessories

Headphones: It is natural for a DJ to have more then one pair of headphones, The pair Kat uses the most is her rainbow print pair as it reminds her of her fur, and of graffiti art, and this is something she loves very much. She never goes anywhere without them.

Scarf: Her black and white scarf was something she picked up at a charity shop when she was thirteen. She love the simple pattern, and it had been cheep, so it was a win-win. It became part of her signature look later on.

Wrist Band: Her Mother was worried about her when she left, so she gave Kat her wrist band. It has a white cross that is supposed to show this rebel the light, but it was not significant to her. Still, it became part of her look.

Tail Band and Cuff: When she turned seventeen she was working at a club in the evening, and had told the manager it was her birthday a few days before. As a special thank you he gave her the Cuff and Ribbon, and they became a part of her look too!

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[aerofox.]

Username: Foxyisthebomb1987
Name: Splash
Gender: Female
Personality: Outgoing-Creative- Inspiring-Extroverted-Loud-Giving-High Tolerance Level-Crazy- Strong-Intellegent
History:
Well, Splash has had quite the history. But I have only a small amount of time to tell it.
Currently, Splash lives in the city a a spray paint artist. She can create beautiful pieces of art, but only because of her years of private art training. But she was cut a year short of lessons. She still made extraordinary art. Splash was cut a year short because of her criminal records. At one point, she was a hired assassin, killing the fiercest of foes. When splash got arrested, she was the toughest in jail. Other "tough" jail members tried to tease her. They barely survived. When she was released (a "buddy" of hers bailed her out), she roamed the city.
After a few months or so, the police department/government got in contacted her in order to hire her. She was as silent as the night, as swift as the tornado's wind, stronger than a lion. After years and years of being an agent (when she was only a teen!), she became a street performer. She could do amazing tricks, and was still an undercover agent. Before in jail, she used to be Blackthorn. Before street performing, she was known as Reaper. She changes her name quite often, to lessen the impact of punishment. She settled on "Splash" when she became a spray paint artist. She has a backup gang spread across the state, and will come in an instant to help and protect her. At day, she earns money by selling her art. At night, she becomes Reaper, Gang leader, backup agent, and ninja.
That, my friend, is my backstory. Thank you for your time

[r.ddler]

Oh gosh, could I maybe have an extension till Sunday evening? 5/15?

[DogLife.]

Oh gosh, could I maybe have an extension till Sunday evening? 5/15?

Yeah, please?

[-Shaded-]

Oh gosh, could I maybe have an extension till Sunday evening? 5/15?

Yeah, please?

I'd rather not to be completely honest dont yell at me plz

[r.ddler]

I don't think anyone would yell at you for wanting this contest to end xD

[irina]

Okay so since there was some popularity in a word extension, I will be extending the word limit to 1,250 for anyone who might need it. If course it's not mandatory!
I will consider an extension if enough people want it. ^^

[gp5]

Tbh, I agree with -Shaded-
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[.:MilkyWay:.]

yeh i dont think there should be a extension