Post by Kirsten Luna on May 29, 2010 9:26:30 GMT -5
Full name: Kirsten Julia Luna
Age: 17
Birthday: July 21
Original or Canon?: Original
Face Claim: Hayden Panettiere
Why You are here: Kirsten was caught with acid and marijuana on her body at school. After being arrested the judge told her to either go to Willow Brooke or go to Juvy.
Horse: Goldie Locks
Riding Experience: Intermediate
Riding Interest: Endurance Riding
Favorite Breed: Thoroughbreds hold a special place in Kirsten’s heart as her first horse was one.
Appearance: Standing at 5’ 3”, Kirsten doesn’t look like she could get on a saddle much less know how to ride a horse. Her long blonde hair falls past her shoulders to tap against the upper part of her back in cascading waves and twist. Normally, Kirsten has her locks down and doing whatever they feel like, but she has been known to pull it back into a ponytail or a tight bun to keep it from her face while practicing. With large greenish-gray eyes, she’s able to stop most people in their tracks with a glance. Her body looks very curvy and soft but underneath that skin her muscles are well toned from years of riding. Even her face as a soft roundness to it, not to give the implication that she’s chubby but not so sharp to think she never ate a good meal. The majority of her strength is in her legs, but she can throw a punch when it’s called for. For clothes, Kirsten prefers to wear jeans that are torn from use or made that way with a tank top or something cute-ish. Her feet are normally dipped into tennis shoes or old boots that had been through better days.
Likes:
- Alone Time
- Riding
- Causing trouble for others - pranks
- Good food with better company
- Candy!!
Dislikes:
- Crying after falling from her horse or crying in general
- Know it alls
- Mind games
- Feeling left out
Personality Traits:
Depressed- After everything her parents have put her through, she has little joy in her life and even takes it out on her own body on occasion.
Snappy- If she’s woken up before getting a full eight hours of sleep, Kirsten won’t be a happy person all day. She loves her sleep and isn’t afraid to get in your face if something little like that sets her off.
Timid- When first meeting people Kirsten goes into a shell like state and holds her tongue. A heavy blush even forms across her face and spreads down her neck, she’s likely to even get tongue tied.
Randomly Bubbly/ Happy- There are times when Kirsten just get really happy over hearing about some horse competition, it never left her mind of how much she loves it.
Kind of a flirt- What teenage girl doesn’t love flirting? Kirsten sure does. Under that aggressive and arm pulling attitude of hers, she really wants someone to spend time with as a couple or just to tease a little here and there.
Aggressive- Kirsten is more than willing to stand up for her beliefs no matter if they’re not the best ones.
Humorous- If someone gets past her hard shell, Kirsten does know how to joke around and loves to play pranks on anyone, no one is safe in her opinion.
Fiercely Loyal- Word of advice, never pick or mess with one of her friends. Kirsten has been in a few fights
Giving- To those rare people Kirsten let in, she is more than willing to give up any of her free time to help them out in a tough situation or if they just need someone to talk to. She’s a very good listening even if she doesn’t say much back.
Doesn’t trust easily- This goes along with her timid self. It takes a lot for her to allow someone to get into her mind and heart to see the true her.
Family Tree:
- Father: Samuel Matthew Luna – 42 years old
- Mother: Jillian Lauren Luna- 41 years old
- Siblings: Allan Jerald Luna (twin to Richard) – 21 years old
Richard Steven Luna (twin to Allan) – 21 years old
Hometown: Panama City, Florida
History: Kirsten Julia Luna was born July 21 to the very proud parents of Samuel and Jillian Luna at about two in the afternoon. Before her birth, her twin brothers had been born four years before in September. To the young child’s eyes, her family looked stable and comfortable. Kirsten never saw her parents fighting and arguing late into the night over the tiniest of problems. Her father own a small ranch of horse, about four horses, and since she was ten Samuel taught his daughter everything he knew about horses and how to ride them properly. There was nothing that delight her more than to ride her horse, Carmel, a thoroughbred a round and round. It was a rather large horse compared to her, but her father had high hopes his daughter would be able to handle the animal. And Kirsten succeeded where her brothers hadn’t cared about horses in the least bit.
When it came to finding something Kirsten was really good at, it took a small encouragement from her father and she found it. Barrel Racing. It had been an accident to start with but after entering a few competitions she’d gone with it. Life at home still looked perfect to her. Her parents kept the fighting out of her ear range, but her brothers knew. They tried to drop hints to Kirsten, but she wouldn’t hear any of them. Nothing would change her mind that her parents had a strong and unshakeable love for each other. At 15 years old, Kirsten got tired with barrel racing. She wanted to attempt something new. Her father entered her in a Quarter Race and she took up the new challenge without hesitation.
During her first quarter race, Carmel stumbled and threw Kirsten from his back, broking his front legs in the process. The doctors didn’t seen any way to fix both the legs without sedating the horse for months. The next day, Kirsten’s first horse was put to sleep. It was a heavy blow to her joy at riding. She had raised Carmel was a small pony at two years old only for him to have lived a mere seven years. The doubt of her ever riding another horse and feeling the same way about it consumed Kirsten. It seemed after 15 everything came crashing down. With her twin brothers out of the house, her parent’s fighting became more obvious to her. By her 16th birthday, Kirsten’s parents were divorced. Her mother moved back to her family’s town in South Carolina and her father stayed in Panama with Kirsten.
With her parents separated, Kirsten was sent back and forth between them. She spent the school year with her father and holidays and summer with her mother. Every time her father gave her a gift, her mother had to out do it. Feeling the pressure of school and her parents, she sought an outlet for her depression at being used by her parents to get back at each other. Drugs seemed a good way to escape from the world. After buying some from a friend at school, Kirsten went into the bathroom and attempted to use the goods. However, that was the same time the school had decided to run a random dog search for just that. Arrested for possession, Kirsten was taken before a judge and even the choice of Juvy or Willow Brooke after hearing about her past with horses. What could she do? Be stuck inside a building 24/7 with other girls didn’t appeal to her. Willow Brooke would have to do and she was sent out there the next weekend.
Nickname: Crystal [or Crys better known on other sites]
Age: 17
Years of RP Experience: About five years.
Other Characters: From this site? None.
RP Sample: (from another site) Warm milky light engulfed Sarah’s body causing her to sign gently in pleasure. It was as if she was wrapped in a warm blanket with a set of strong arms encircling her body against a solid chest. It was heaven. There was no better word for how comfortable she felt. The temptation of waking up didn’t even enter into her mind. But then why did she feel as if there was an urgent reason to open her eyes? Something nagged at her and pushed at her heart that she was missing something. Something very important. Hadn’t she been ordered to get up? But why her? Why couldn’t Sarah just be allowed to sleep? The idea of getting up seemed like the plotting of an evil person that took pleasure in the pain of others. Whimpering, she kept her eyes closed but stretched up, arching her back causing a soft click as her spine cracked.
‘Protect Caleb Danvers.’ There was that voice again. There was a power behind it that made her feel compelled to answer and obey. Wasn’t there something about a deal being made to get her in this situation? ‘I need you.’ A different voice broke through the silence of Sarah’s rambling mind. It was deeper than the first, but held a heart bleeding full of sorrow in it. The urge to awaken stirred once more and Sarah knew she couldn’t ignore it for much longer. The second voice held a stronger demand that her body was more eager to respond to. At that thought, the warm light dimmed down until a chill ran up her back. Something was removing that blanket that had been tucked around her curves. It was now or never because she’d end up forgetting until the regret over took her mind.
‘I love you.’ Gasping, Sarah’s eyes snapped open like an old blind covering a window but nothing could have prepared her for what she was waking up to. A deep throated scream tore from her lungs into the air as she found herself free falling straight from out of the clouds. The wind shipped and tugged at her hair and the white spaghetti strap dress that billowed and rippled around her legs. The sights of trees reaching up to greet her falling form. Was her body going to splatter on the grass that was getting closer and closer to her?
‘Open your wings!’ That voice that had commanded her to protect some guy reminded her of the wings that were pressed up tight to her back. Holding back another scream, Sarah’s wings snapped open with a loud crack at the sudden use of the new limbs. At the last moment, her body glided down so her bare feet gently crushed down over the dark green grass in the local cemetery. Panting, her trembling hands ran through her blond locks to pull them out of her face to get a better view of the area. Ipswich. That name was imbedded into her mind. Scrunching her eyebrows together, she cocked her head to the side while turning around in the general area. “What am I doing here?” All that met her eyes were trees and tombstones covered in cracks and writing. Every now and then a stray flower was draped over the slabs of stone. Behind her, the dazzling white angel wings fluttered slightly before relaxing against her back.
Was this where the Caleb guy suppose to be? What was she suppose to protect him from? He clearly had to be a little boy to need protection from an angel. Maybe he was being abused. Or abusing his body by using drugs or alcohol excessively. That was the easiest way for Sarah to think of her position. Chewing on her lower lip, she took a step and paused seeing a group of people all in black circling a coffin being lowered into a grave. The color drained from her eyes and cheeks while covering her mouth to prevent a gasp coming out of her. This scene was too familiar to her. The people crying and sniffling looked all too familiar to her. Thinking back, only black shapeless images came to her mind of her past. All she had was three names; her name, the town’s name, and Caleb’s.
