DACEY, KATHLEEN

[KATHLEEN DACEY]

KATHLEEN DACEY



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[/b]: Kathleen
SURNAME: Dacey
ALIAS: N/A
TITLE: Miss

AGE: twenty
AFFILIATION: civilian
BRANDED?: no
RANK: -
SHIP: -

࿂ DESCRIBE YESELF![/color]
Well I guess I do consider myself to have beauty, though since I'm nothing but a commoner nor a lady or anything of the sort it doesn't really matter does it? I stand at only five foot seven and I only weigh a hundred and seventeen pounds. Though my stature is short my body is slender. If it wasn't for my hair I wouldn't get noticed. It's a fiery color, multiple shades from dark to light and more reddish then orange, wavy and stops at the middle of my back. I only have it up once in a while because I don't go out in public much. My skin is pale but when I'm flustered it tends to have a nice pink hue. If I'm out in the sun too long I get red but other then that my skin is smooth with a few freaks down the bridge of my nose and under my eyes. My almond shaped eyes are a lovely shade of olive green and around the pupil is a ring of dark brown. My cheekbones are high while my lips are a little thin.

Out and about I wear the respectable clothing, a corset with a skirt, either wool or linen though its mostly wool. My dresses are drab colors, brown or gray, maybe white. I only have a few colored ones such as yellow or blue but my mother is trying to work on that. Since I don't work yet I don't wear an apron but most of the time I help my mother as a seamstress. When my father isn't around however and I'm at home I tend to where trousers and an undershirt, my father's clothing actually. I wear it a lot when I ride our old horse Nevan, though I have to ride him barefoot.
࿂ WHAT GIVES YE PLEASURE?
Being home is something that gives me pleasure. When I'm home I don't have to where a corset or shoes ! And I don't have to be polite to anyone, when I'm home I'm off in my own little world where I'm actually happy.Horseback riding well horses in general is my second pleasure. When I'm on Nevan I feel free and I also feel like he gets me. In all honesty he's my best friend.Crisp cool air because it's not hot, nor sticky, it's just right.Apples they are my favorite fruit and taste good in pies, my mother makes the best apple pie. Being bare foot gives me pleasure because I don't have to have my feet confined in horrid shoes that hurt my feet and again that whole "freeing" bit. Lastly oddly enough Baths make me feel less like a commoner and more respectable when I'm clean.

࿂ WHAT MAKES YE ANGRY?[/color]
Going into public I'm terribly shy and so going into town to get things make me uncomfortable, drunks in the alley, lords & ladys riding in their carriages, it's scary stuff for me. Plus I have to wear a corset and look proper. Tomatoes I dislike tomatoes with a passion, they just taste funny to me. Shoes the shoes I have are a tad too small and hurt my feet, I'd rather be barefoot if you ask me. Snakes they are disgusting creatures that slide on their bellies and have horrific teeth. I never want to see one in my life.Drunks seeing them in the street, passed out, angry, rude, or pushy and try to turn on the charm, they disgust me and scare me at some point. They also remind me of my father.

࿂ WHAT DO YE HIDE?[/color]
What I fear the most is not getting married which out of the ordinary I know, but I would like for one day to be married. I just want to be married for love, not because my parents arrange it, which is what they are trying to do. Hopefully I will be married when I am still young so I can have children, I adore children. I regret my Father's gambling if it wasn't for his gambling then we wouldn't be horribley off. Thank goodness mother stayed as a seamstress. I only have one secret I wear men's clothing, well my father's my father doesn't know and I only wear it around home. Yes they are very loose on me but I find them to be much more comfortable then a corset, especially when riding Nevan. Only my mother knows and I don't want to be a boy ! Before you ask, like I said, much more comfortable.

࿂ WHAT SKILLS DO YE POSSES?[/color]
Two strengths? Well I'm awfully good at horseback riding, my father regretfully taught me how when I was younger and I've been getting better ever since. It also helps that I adore doing it. Another strength I have is manners I'm a very polite women. My mother taught me to be that way. Sure certain things will bother me but I'm still polite just the same. Another strength I have is Singing, though I don't find myself to be well good, my mother and others who hear me think I am. I guess that is something to be proud of, even my father agrees though he doesn't agree on a lot of things about me.

Weapons? I don't have weapons per say, anything around me is a weapon if I'm in trouble. A book? Why on earth would I have a book, outside of being at home but I would probably smack the culprit with it. A basket? Swing at them and hopefully it hits them. Anything heavy or with mass I can use as a weapon, it's gotta do some damage. And if all else fails scream, kick and punch.

Now two weaknesses ya say? That's easy Reading & Writing, my father was a merchant so he had some books. I can read those, thanks to him, but I can't read much. Writing on the other hand, I can only spell my full name and a few other words that are pretty much useless. I'm not good at it at all.

࿂ HOW DO YE ACT?[/color]
First off I have Manners, I am very polite and know my place. There is no way I will disrespect anyone, especially a noble. I'm Kind & caring to others because that is how I was raised, though I'm only caring to my mother and to children. I adore children. I haven't found a man though to be caring towards. If you haven't noticed yet I am quite shy in public, afraid to do or say the wrong thing and what people might think of me. Along with my shyness I am a littleparanoid I don't like others to look at me or give me rude looks, I always think someone will do that and I always think my father is around every corner in my house, ready to blow up when he sees me in men attire, his attire. I'm an introvert & sometimes quiet I don't really like to be around people and I like to be by myself, out in nature with Shanessa, to collect my thoughts and just think about things. I'm quiet out in public because I'm afraid I'll say the wrong thing to anyone talking to me or I might cause a scene. But to go with my Irish nature I do have a temper and am easily frustrated I generally only show my temper to my father or someone to my own class who angered me. That's where throwing things comes in. I once hit my father with a basket of potatoes and a book. I'm not very good at seam stressing because I mess up a lot and there for get easily frustrated with it and generally quit. Lastly I'm pretty tidy for instance I love to take baths or try and make the house nice, it makes my hell of being a commoner a little nicer. My mother likes it because it's less she has to do.

࿂ WOULD YE BE MISSED?[/color]
Well my relationship is better with my mother then my father because well she's a women, she understands me better and she just fights with my father all the time. I get most of my personality from her.My father on the other hand is a drunk who disapproves of how I act. We bump heads constantly and I think he knows that I blame him for a situation. In all honesty it starts back to when I was born, he wishes I was a boy instead of a girl. He finds daughters to be useless and that just ruffles my mother's tail feathers. It is one reason why they fight but at least they are working together in trying to find someone for me to wed. I haveno siblings therefore I have no relationships with them. My only friend really is Nevan the family horse because I'm with him all the time. I don't like to be around people, a lot of people and that is a problem when making friends. My mother tries to get me out and about but I come home very quickly. It frustrates her considerably. I've never been in love nor do I have a love life though I hope to some day.

࿂ YER STORY![/color]
Though I was born and raised in Ireland, my father is English and used to be an English merchant. He met my mother during a trip to Ireland, to which he had to port. They fell in love, naturally, and my mother was stubborn at first on marrying him. It wasn't her fault it was her father's, he saw something in my father that he didn't like. But yes they got married and my father moved to Ireland. Then they had me. My father, though he didn't show it, was rather upset that I was a girl. He soon stayed out late or all day, coming home drunk. My mother soon found out he was gambling, gambling quite frequently. Oh sure sometimes he would win, like he won Nevan when I was fifteen, but sometimes he wouldn't. And soon we lost almost everything. The only thing we didn't loose was some money, Nevan, clothes, and some books my father had. Turns out my grandfather was right.

Then we moved to Port Royal with what little money we had, I was seventeen at the time. My mother became a seamstress, and still is where my father tries to do odd jobs. I on the other hand read my father's books, to try and better myself, though it hasn't really helped. My mother is trying to teach me to be a seamstress and that is helping a tiny bit, but I don't have passion for it. Thank goodness we didn't loose Nevan, though my father still drinks and gambles. My parents fight constantly and when they aren't they are trying to find a suitor, for me.

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18 ࿂NICOLE FOX ࿂ SIX YEARS
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RP SAMPLE. <3
From a Different Site

Holly sighed as left her sea foam green 1949 Buick Super and made her way down the street, well sidewalk more like it. Her heels clicked and her hips swayed as she gave another frustrated sigh. That darn car had been breaking down on her a lot and that was her only transportation. Her blueish green eyes grew a little darker as she grew more upset, gazing around especially up at the signs on the buildings til she saw a cafe. Maybe a cup of coffee would settle her nerves.

Holly had never wore so much of the same neutral tone in her life. Sure it all coordinated well but she couldn't help but feel it was too much. Though she didn't want to wear any too eye catching of a color today she didn't feel like being noticed because of her clothing. Though her hair made her stick out. The vibrant red locks were in big curls and hung loose around her shoulders, her side bangs slicked to the side and pretty pink combs pulling strands back some from her face. Brown eyeliner was on her upper lid, cat eye style and her lips were a light shade of pink. She did look rather lovely.

Her fingers reached up to gently play with her strand of pearls before a gloved hand reached out and opened the door to the cafe. Walking in her dress flowed out from legs. Her blueish green eyes gazed past everyone to find a quaint table by a window. It seemed like a cozy little spot. Walking over to it, she pressed her skirt down before taking a seat and crossing her legs underneath the table. Removing the gloves from her hands to reveal french manicured nails. Sitting her purse on the counter and her gloves next to it, she waited for a waiter.

When one finally did come, her blueish green eyes flashed up through thick lashes and she replied "Just a cup of coffee for now Sugar" she spoke with a smile as she clasped her hands together on the table top and waited for her drink. What was she going to do about her car?

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