Post by keera jordan fosley on Jul 31, 2009 16:35:28 GMT -5
Keera Jordan Fosley
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hi, my name is Keera and i am 18. i belong with the locals and i'm detached.
Keera is hiding. Hiding her personality from most of the people she meets. She's dealt with things in the past that have made her that way (see her history). She's not scared of everyone, just what they could do. She trusts very few, as most abused people do. She loves the rain, and reading though; reading is an escapism for her, as well as movies. She doesn't like to talk about her past, but she will if she's given enough time to get to know a person, and really trust them. She hates spaghetti. She's quiet in large groups of people, and gets nervous easily, often checking over her shoulder, but she's confident in her own ways. She can hold her own.
She loves music, especially classical piano pieces. She's very loyal once you've proven your trust to her. She's been through a lot, and now that she finally has a chance to really learn something about herself, she's moved here to Michigan. She's very smart. She's also very resourceful. She's wonderful at keeping secrets, and acting. Acting as in, covering up her true emotions, or what's really going on. You could go for days talking to her, and not learn anything about what's actually happening with her at the moment. She hides what she doesn't want anyone else to see or know. But she's trying to break free of that.
Just as she doesn't trust easily, neither does she fall in love easily.
Keera grew up happy, full of life, and with a loving mother and father. All that changed however, on her thirteenth birthday when she lost both of her adoring parents. It was a tragic accident that took both their lives, leaving Keera in the hands of her greedy Aunt and Uncle. When her inheritance was placed into a large trust fund, not to be touched till her 18th birthday, her aunt left. The combination of a new child to take care of, alcoholism, depression, and his wife leaving turned Gerald, Keera's uncle, into an abusive, mad man.
Keera lived with his beatings and mental abuse for 4 years, until at the age of seventeen, after a particularly hard two weeks, she ran away. For three weeks, with Gerald trying to follow her every move, she hid. She slept everywhere from the post office, to the overhang at the library. She hid from police when they made routine checks, and kept herself away from Gerald, out of fear that he would kill her. Finally, she began working with a lawyer 3 weeks later. It was her best friend's father, and they were planning to get Keera away from her uncle. With what they thought was a full-proof plan, they headed to the court trial.
Unfortunately Gerald had seemingly cleaned up his act in that space of time, and pulled together a scheme with his ex-wife, to get Keera and the money back. Sadly, Keera and her lawyer lost their case, and Keera was forced to return to Gerald. Still at 17, Keera cannot touch her money, or in her relatives case, could not be forced to give any money. SO the ex-wife took off, once again leaving Keera to Gerald. After a few days of unlikely peace, the storm breaks. Keera knew it was coming. That night, Gerald tried to end Keera's life, but the tides turned, and Keera ended up killing her uncle in self-defense. When all this had finally ended, she decided to move here, for a new start.
hi my name is Shannon and i am a teeanger. i'm a female. i just wanted to let you know that fashion statement suicide, okay? and i've been roleplaying for 6 (give or take) years. i like roleplaying both males and females, and here's what i do.
Keera smiled in the mirror at her reflection. It hurt a little to know that she was alone. She kept the smile there, hoping the the tears stinging her eyes wouldn't fall. The apartment was completely quiet. It was her first day in Michigan. She needed to find a job, and maybe someone to talk to.
True, it had been several weeks since everything had happened, but the memory still made her breath quicken and her heart race. Fear would course through her so often that she'd stop and look over her shoulder, as if to see the man who tortured her for four years standing there.
Quickly, she used the edge of her sleeve to wipe her eyes. Resolutely she squared her shoulders, and turned out the light of the bathroom. It was a new day, and a new start. There was no need for any tears. As she reached for her red coat in the main hallway, she took a quick glance around the small living room. She had so few possessions, and most of them brand new. This didn't feel like a home yet. Slowly, she sighed and turned, leaving for the day.
As she walked down the street outside, she noticed puddles down the sidewalk, and realized it must have been raining during the night. There was a slight breeze blowing past her as she walked, thinking about the rain, thinking about everything that was changing in her life for the better. The breeze ruffled her black hair. She quickly brushed her fingers through it, picking up her pace. As she rounded the street corner, she could see the sky beginning to turn pink, as the sun was coming up. She reminded herself one last time. A new day. A new start. A new life. And she smiled.
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