Karlee Lynne Betzina

[Karlee Lynne Betzina]

KARLEE LYNNE BETZINA

....the mask

Your Name: Mystic :]
Where did you find us?: [Advtertizment
How long have you been roleplaying?:About 4 or 5 years.
Password: admin edit!

...basic character information

Birth Name: Karlee Lynne Betzina
Nickname: Kar, Lynne
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Grade: 10
Birth date: August Eleventh
Program: Arts
Major: Dance
Animal Identity: Cheetah

...personality

Likes:(at least 10)

• Dancing ::It's practically her life
  
• Horses :: She grew up with them, whats not to love?
  
• Chocolate :: Delish, yes?
  
• Parties :: Growing up like she did, you learn to love em.
  
• The smell of a guys cologne :: She likes it when guys smell good. Its intoxicating.
  
• Lime green ::Her favoret color, also the color of her eyes.
  
• Fireball Whiskey :: She drinks almost nothing else, alcohol wise anyways.
  
• Coffee :: Shes a coffee addict. White chocolate frappachino, sounds good yes?
  
• Music :: She loves music. Mainly pop and rock and some country music.
  
• Running :: Gotta stay in shape, right?
  

Dislikes: (at least 10)

• People who pretend to be gangster when they are not :: She grew up in a gang, so this bugs the BEEP outta her.
  
• Carrots ::Yuck!
  
• Screamo music. :: She can't stand it. I mean, can you even understand what they are saying?
  
• Sad movies. :: She grew up learning to be tough, and she doesn't like to admit that she crys during sad movies.
  
• Preppy girls.:: She can't stand girls who are all like "OMG clothes! OMG makeup! OMG boys! OMG lets get our nails done Like totaly OMG!" No thats just not her thing.
  
• People who stare. :: You know, that one creep in the mall who just sits there and stares at you? Yeah, you. STOP STARING.
  
• Dogs :: Yeah, they think they are SOO great! Stupid mutts.
  
• Snakes :: One thing that I can't stand. Im not nessicaraly afraid of them, they are just.. creepy beyond all belife.
  
• Guys who think they are all that and a box of cracker jacks. Nuff said.
  
• Cracker jacks. Who invented them anyways?
  
• Fire arms Read her history for why.
  

Fears: (At least 3)

• Clowns. :: Who the hell thought these creepers up anyways?
  
• Upside down rollar coasters. :: Yeah shes tough but everybody has a secret fear right?
  
• Gang boss finding her. :: In three words... CLICK CLICK BOOM!
  
• Lions :: Naturally enemy of the cheetah in the wild.
  

Strengths: (At least 3)

• Shes fast
  
• Shes pretty [and uses this as an advantage]
  
• Shes very street smart
  
• Physicaly strong
  

Weaknesses: (At least 3)

• Falls for guys easily
  
• Shes not very book smart
  
• Would rather skip class than learn
  
• has a bit of a bad attitude towards authority
  

Overall: [400 words minimum]

Karlee is a complicated character. She is in no way, shape, or form a prep. She is too unique to be classified under a steriotype. She is a gang member, but doesn't like to be classified as a gangster. She hates that word as a matter of fact. If she could change her ways she would, and she trys in every thing she does. Although she knows the past can never be erased, she still chooses not to talk about it. This brings her into a very secretive state. She is always on edge about people finding out about her. She always fears that the gang she left will find her. Having to hide the secret that she can shift into a cheetah only made her more secretive. Having to hide the gang secret from everybody, and having to hide the fact that she can shift into a cheetah from the human race.

She accidently revealed her cheetah secret once, and that ended badly for the other person, which you can read about in her history. She has many other secrets pent up inside, and this causes her occasionaly to be explosive and angered rather easily. She is not naturally bad tempered, but all the pent up stuff hiding deep inside can wreck someone, y'know? A girl can only handle so much before she has to take her anger out on someone, or something. She is like a magic eight ball, you can see only what it tells you, but you really cannot see inside. She can be blunt and snappy, only because she is afraid of saying something to the wrong person and getting her or somebody else killed.

She is not easy to befriend. She hates girls for the most part. She grew up with guys, and she never really had many girl friends. The ones she was around, she didn't typically get along with. This causes her to act more like a guy in some ways. Testosterone levels are not that of a normal teenage girl. She is a big flirt but that comes natualy to her. She know's she is pretty and sometimes uses it to get what she wants. She flirts unintentinally with almost all guys.

Competitive by nature, karlee is always looking for a show. She is a total show off. She excells in hip-hop dancing and she knows she is good at it. She will show anybody, any time, any where her skills. She is also a competitive runner and she knows she is good at this as well. She loves other people to see how good she is. She loves basking in the spot light. When she is shot down, unfortunatly, she gets pretty ticked. She doesn't know how to take creative critisism. She is pretty ignorant in that matter.

...appearance

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Celebrity Play By: Briana Evigan
Appearance: [400 words minimum]
Karlee cannot be described in one simple word. She has a lot of physical characteristics as complicated as her personality. The first thing you will notice about her is her vibrant green eyes. Nobody else has eyes as bright green as hers. She has this same colored eyes in both human and beast form. This is one thing that guys say they like about her most. She is not super tall, only standing at about five foot five. She has long dark brown hair that is usualy either curled or pulled back into a pony tail. Her spots in cheetah form are the same chocolate color as her hair. She is very smily and usualy always has a smile on her face. Not that this means she is always happy, so a smile is just as good a way to hide the truth than to express ones happyness.

Karlee has fair, light skin. She occasionally tans, but she usualy just burns if anything. She has a small build. Lean, but she has long legs. Well, as long as ones legs can be when you stand at five foot five. She is skinny though, weighing only 120 pounds. Most of that is muscle though. She excersises vigorously and always wants to stay in shape. Her daily clothing just depends on the day. She has no typical thing she wears. One day she might be in sweats and a baggy tee shirt, the next she will be in a mini skirt and a tank top. She changes day by day. She does have a tattoo that shows when she is wearing a bikini or anything else that shows her back. On her shoulder blade, she has a tatoo of a heart with a dagger through it. This was the typical brand for all females in her gang. This showed that they where claimed. She hated that now, thinking she let a guy claim her. Guys she hardly knew, but hey, it had to happen. She has anouther small tattoo on her foot of a cats paw with a "T" marked in it. This is showing her "Feline Pride" and in memorium of her brother Tyler, whom shes not sure she will ever see again.

In her Cheetah form, karlee is a real sight to behold. She is long legged and very lean, much like she is in her human form. She has sleek golden-tan fur with chocolate brown spots all along her body. She has darker splotches on the tip of her tail and on her paws and ears. Her eyes are vibrant green, emerald, just as they are in her human form as well. Under her eyes she has black lines called tear marks. This is a charactoristic all cheetah's have to help them sweat. Yes I know sweats a nasty thought, but we all do it so such it up and get over it. Mkay? Good. Under her chin and chest and stomach are all white and have thicker fur than the rest of her body. Most Cheetahs have white tips on the ends of thier tails, but Karlee's is black. She has a small white stripe right below the black poofy thing.

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...history

Parents:
Siblings:
[400 words minimum]
I have lived a life that many people pretend to live. You see guys walking around with those saggy pants, and trying to be ' gangster', and there are even girls that do the same thing. That annoys me to no end. These people don't know what its like to actually live like that. Its not cool, and its not something to be proud of, but it is something you will c arry with you forever. You can never escape it, and it is your own fault. The whole nightmare started when I was merely eleven and a half years of age....

My brother, Tyler, had been in a gang for as long as we could all remember. It was his life, we would not interfere with it. My step father was involved in this gang activity as well, though my mother and I were solely staying out of it. Me and my brother where very close, and we did almost everything together. I trusted him with my life, even thought I knew that he could kill me at any time if he wanted too, I knew he wouldn't. One day, when I was eleven years old, my brother took me with him one night, to see what it was like where he went every night. I was awfully curious, after all, I loved my brother, I wanted to know what he did all the time.

This first time changed my life forever. I was in the fifth grade, and we had learned about the effects of drugs and alchohol, and we had been learning how to just say NO! under peer pressure. When my brother took me with him, many of the guys, and the few girls there, where doing drugs. What did they see in drugs? Why did they do them? These where all questions that I wanted to know. So, that night I had my first dip into the gang life : Drugs and alchohol. It broke my mothers heart for her to know that now her ' little girl ' was running around on the streets doing who knows what. Remeber, at that time I was only eleven.

When I was thirteen, my father told me about a secret running on his side of the family. We where 'shifters'. This meant we could change into animals. Sounds cool right? No actualy it sounded pretty freaking scary. I thought it was cool at first, but eventualy the thought escaped my mind. My father never said anouther thing about it, never showed me proof, so I stopped beliving it.

By the time I was Fourteen years of age, I was involved even heavier in gang activity. I may have been the youngest member in our gang, and there was only one other female, but everybody from other gangs that we passed knew who I was. Most others feared me specifically, because I was violent. I was ruthless when It came to picking fights. I was not afraid of anything. I was on a pretty regular basis of carrying a hand gun around with me wherever I went, as I knew even at that age I had a few people who had it out for me. Mainly, the other gangs. Why was I so valued in the Night World as we called it, I would never know. But my brother guarded me like a prized jewel. At this age, I was marked, claimed by this gang. They put a tattoo on my upper back, of a heart with a dagger through it. The other female in our gang, who was seventeen at the time I was fourteen, had the same tattoo. It was so everyone knew who we were. Even though, I prefered people not to know.

I was very high on respect, all the time. If anybody was to disrespect me, they would be tasting my fist within the next couple of seconds. As I said, I was not afraid of anything. I felt as if I was indestrctable. My mind always told me what was right and wrong, but I prefered not to listen to it, as the side that said what was wrong, was the side I prefered to be on. I was already running against the law, so why not bump it up a little? I had vandalized a few churches, a few schools, a few houses... I had done almost everything that would get a juvenile thrown in jail. The one crime I had commited the day after I turned fifteen still haunts me to this very day.

The night that my brother didn't come. Some of the other guys where ' protecting' me, as my brother had ordered. Why wouldn't he just leave me alone? I was fifteen now, I could take care of myself. He would see that tonight. I would be out by myself, and I would do just fine. I wouldn't get myself hurt, or worse yet, killed. I knew how to handle myself on the streets. TO backtrack a ways before this, I did have a life in the day time. Yes, I did go to school, what teenager didn't? Nobody ever knew about my activities at night. But there was one thing I looked forward too in the day time. I worked at a local stable near where I lived. I learned to Barrel Race there, and for my fifteenth birthday, the day before I commited to worst crime in my life, the Stable owner had given me a three year old paint filly to train and keep, as my own. I named her Feroz Belleza Which in Spanish means Fierce Beauty . One of the Mexican guys, Dominic, had began to call me that. He was a bit older than me, but he had always liked me, in a more than a friend kind of way.

Anyways, to get back to my story. I had to proove to my brother that I could handle myself on the streets. So, I got away from the guys and began to walk down a very dark alley by myself. While i was walking, I began to feel funny. My skin was tingling and felt like little hairs where popping up all over. I rubbed my hand over my other arm and felt- there was little hairs all over my arm. WHAT THE HECK? I began to freak out before I heard a loud crack, and realized it was me. What was happening? I whimpered slightly as I fell to the ground. The writhing pain was shooting all throughout my body. I blacked out because of the pain, but when I opened my eyes, my heart was beating wildly faster and my eye sight was clear as day. What the heck had just happened to me? Then I remembered what my father said... We where shifters. I felt like I was about to pass out again, what had just happened? I didn't want to stay like this. I had changed by myself, but how did I change back? I focused heavily on turning human again, and the same tingling feeling was back. The aweful pain shot through me again, but wasn't as bad. I remembered my father also saying nobody else must ever know. This time when I opened my eyes, my vision was back. I was on my knee's on the ground, staring at the concrete.

Thus, then I began to hear footsteps. These where coming from behind me? When I turned around, nothing was there, and then I turned back, to see someone standing at the end of the alley. It was just a dark figure, I could not tell who it was, or what direction it was facing. Oh crap. I bet they had seen me. I slid my hand to my back pocket, where my pistol lay, and pulled it out. I aimed it at the person, before asking my question, the one that ruined my life. Who are you? What are you doing here? I got no answer from the person, Then realizing that there was someone behind me. I felt hands grip tightly around my mouth, and without meaning too, I pulled the trigger.

The gunshot echoed out through the alley. The figure who was standing in front of me fell to the ground, and at once the smell of blood wafted through my nostrils. The grip had losened up on me, and I turned around, finger still on the trigger, to see my brothers face. I remember then, the sound of metel clanging to the concrete, and I couldn't speak. All the sound left, but a few mumbling voices, and then I remember my brother yelling Run! Leave! Now! Come on! Karlee, you can never tell anybody what happened tonight. Never tell anybody that you can shift. Sirens flooded my brain before I realized what I had done. I was fifteen years old, and I had just killed a totaly innocent person.

I never remember being able to run so fast in my entire life. I was afraid of shifting back into my cheetah form here. All the evidence was still at the crime scene.... I knew it wouldn't be long before they caught me. But, as I was running, I realized that my brother was not with me. I stopped, back behind the school. Tyler? My voice echoed, but lowly. He was gone. Had he gotton caught? had he taken the rap for what I did? Had he shifted and dissapeered? I had to go back. I remember running back to where I killed that man, and seeing the crime scence cleaned up when I got there, and I saw the taillights of the police car driving away. Tyler wasn't here. He had taken the rap for me. He let me go free, for what, so I could kill anouther innocent bystander? No, I remember telling myself that I would not let it happen. I could not let it happen.

Then I made the pact to change my ways. I tried to leave the gang, but In the begining, I made a pact that if I was to ever leave, I would be killed. I never saw my brother again after that day, but I always thanked him for everything I did. He had gotton a life time jail sentence for harboring runaways, gang violence, possesing an illegal weapon, and murder. I knew that if I was ever caught by the police, I would be sentenced for just those same things. My brother was my life saver.

I spent more time at the ranch, working with Bella. By the time I was 16, and she was 4, we were begining to look like Pro's in the Barrel Racing circuit. We competed a few times that year, and usualy took firsts or seconds. I loved Bella more than anything. I never left the gang, I just vowed silently to myself, and to Tyler, that I would never again carry a hand gun with me unless it was for protection, which I found I needed a lot of.



Wow this is long.
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...connecting human to animal

[One Paragraph Minimum (Can be point form)]
The connection between Karlee and her feline self is evident as soon as you meet her. I mean, obviously some randomn person isn't going to be like "Hey! You shift into a cheetah!" But you catch my drift. Her fiery attitude can be translated into feline at once. She is sassy, as are most cats. She is also distracted by shiny things! ooh shiny... But thats beside the point! What makes her a cheetah opposed to say, a tiger? Thats her natural grace, beauty, and her love of running. She is graceful and fiery, which is why she is a great dancer. She loves to run and is always up for a challenge.

...literacy

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Getting out of the dorm was nice for a change. His room mates where cool, but he needed to get out doors and stretch his legs a bit. There was a lot of people out here today. Looked mainly like a group of Freshmen. Trent always liked teasing Freshmen. They where so vulnerable and stupid sometimes. He had such an urge to run up and grab the basketball and show them how to play, but he decided not too. It was funny to watch them trip all over the place. Trent has been playing basketball since he was younger, so he knew how to play, and how to play well. He snorted a laugh then continued to look around. His senses where keen and he listened for anything exciting.

He ran a hand through his hair and still watched the younger kids throw the ball. He heard somebody yell something but paid no mind to it. He had one headphone in his ear as the song Sound of Madness by Shinedown was playing. He hummed along slightly to it. It was fairly warm out, and his attire consisted of a tight white tank top and a pair of dark blue jeans. His usualy every day attire. Dark chocolate brown eyes glanced around still, as he waited for something exciting to happen.

While being lost in his own thoughts, a stick fell from a tree and hit him in the head. What the fuck! Trent's anger immediately spiked as he spun around, and then noticed a girl sitting in the tree. His fists where clenched, as always happened when he got angry. But he kept his temper down. He didn't really say anything, then he heard a bouncing noise and felt a basketball bump into his legs. Trent couldn't hold it in anymore. He spun around and saw two of the freshmen boys coming towards him. What he fuck do you think your fucking doing? Although in human form, Trents teeth where barred. Trent grabbed the taller boys throat and flung him around into a tree and pinned him , with his feet hanging off the ground.

What what the hell your doing, Freshmen. Trent growled, and his eyes shown with a tint of red. He could almost taste blood he was so pissed. The other Freshmen was yelling something in the background. Trent dropped the other boy, he was choking and gasping for breath as he fell to his knee's. You wanna go, punk? I'll freaking take your head off. Trent, pumped full of addrenaline, grabbed the kids throat and through him into the concrete ground. Trent pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a well toned body, as he watched the boy struggle to get up. The first boy he pinned against the tree came up behind him, and trent grabbed him and pushed him into the ground.

I'm warning you. All back off right now or you'll be leaving with more than a busted up face. Trents fists where clenched and he noticed one the kids had a busted up nose. Trent looked at his hand and noticed blood on it. He shrugged as the two kids ran off. Probably going to tell a teacher but he didn't really care. He forgot about the girl in the tree and he leaned against the tree and put his headphones back in. The song Break Stuff by limp bizkit was playing. He was humming and then leaned his head bac with his eyes closed.

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