| "What the hell did I get myself into this time?" |
| Strength:Her intelect and quick-wits lets her have the edge over a situation. |
| Weakness:Her romantic side leaves her very gulible. |
Statistics:
Nationality: Indian/Polish
Race: Indian
Nature: Visonary
Demeanor: Loner
Age: 16
Birthday: July 12,1985
 er fingers glided softly over the assortment of buttons. With a flick of her finger, the screaming agony of a musician, hidden under the crashing repitition of guitars and a booming set of precussion instruments, which she usually could so easily relate to, abruptly stopped. For some reason she couldn't, even in its hypnotic alternative to homework, find the solise she so desperatly sought. The bitter loneliness that inspired her desire for escape had so many excuses. Maybe it had something to do with an abusive alcoholic mother whose natural beauty died before it was kindled. Perhaps it had something to do with having to bear existence knowing her one inspiration, her father, could no longer hold her; ripped from her by a fate. Maybe it had something to do with her undeniable feeling of homesickness for having left her birthplace, India. Her large room on the second floor of a nice house was a mosiac between the posters of blackened portrayals of death, and treasures of the Tajmahal. It was a perfect construct of her existence. But as for her bitter loneliness; perhaps it was inspired by her own dreams for a more romantic existence. Hell, if the world wouldn't play dress up, at least she would. Or did the world truly have an existence under a shallow mask? Clich'ed as it would seem; when Katherine dragged herself through the bleakness of life in the Gothic sub-culture, she stumbled upon the occult romanticism that she sought previously in the daylight. "Perhaps there was something to living outside the perfect circle". She gathered what she learned in a simple, unnoticeable notebook. But soon it turned into a notebook overflowing with papers. Than into a binder. "God what the hell is it with all this information!" Looking through it nightly, Katherine leisured in her study of these beings called "Kindred". She somehow saw connections that authorities missed, knew all the right spots, and heard the little secrets. She knew that vampires were real, but didn't want to tell anyone, if only to keep a secret for the drama. Who would she have to tell a secret to anyway? |
| Key Moment: Delighted in her ability to woo a man, and charmed by Lucas' flirtatousness, she invited the prince in for a moment of private enjoyment. But when he attempted to deliver the Kiss, she mauled her assailent, and resisted every one of his attempts at emotional and mental control. |