FLETCHER, KAIDENCE MARIE

[jenners]

KAIDENCE MARIE FLETCHER !?
'come on skinny love just last the year. pour a little salt on it, we were never here.'

FULL NAME Kaidence Marie Fletcher
NICKNAMES Kade
AGE looks 19. died in 1990.
GENDER Female
BIRTHDAY March 7th.
SPECIES Ghost
ALLIANCE Neutral
SEXUALITY Heterosexual

PLAY-BY Taissa Farmiga
EYES Light Brown, Round.
HAIR Light Brown, Medium Length, Smooth
BODY TYPE Very Skinny
HEIGHT 5'3
WEIGHT 121 lbs.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES She has scars on her wrist from before she died, she will cut herself to make the pain go away.
STYLE Kaidence wears whatever she feels comfortable in, she doesn't dress to impress but she is usually found wearing very vintage styled clothing. She doesn't like wearing make-up so she goes au natural for the most part. Her style is really simplistic which means no jewelry, piercings or anything of that sort.

LIKES

• rain
  
• summer
  
• cats
  
• heights
  
• silence
  
• roller coasters
  
• walking around
  
• music
  
• flowers
  
• nature in general
  

DISLIKES

• being cold
  
• winter
  
• bullies
  
• crying
  
• spicy food
  
• being sick
  
• bratty kids
  
• falling up stairs
  
• being ignored
  
• soup
  

STRENGTHS

• Creative
  
• Curious
  
• Social Intelligence
  
• Self-Control
  

WEAKNESSES

• Fearful
  
• Procrastinator
  
• Reckless
  
• Impulsive
  

HABITS At least 3.

• Biting her nails
  
• Sleeping on the left side of the bed
  
• Cutting
  

FEARS

• Moving on
  
• Big bodies of water
  
• Flickering lights
  

DESIRES

• Being able to come back to life.
  

SECRETS

• "I am scared to go after my murderers."
  

OVERALL
"how would i define myself? well, i'm a very blunt person. i like to say whats on my mind, even if it ends up getting me in trouble. i'm a terrible liar. not that i lie a lot, but when i do you can instantly tell. there was this one time that i accidentally pulled the fire alarm in middle school and when i tried to lie about it, i had a sneezing fit. that is when you know i am lying. my uncontrollable sneezes.

at times i may seem very composed and it looks like i don't hate anyone but i can get very mad very easily. usually i try and forget the people who make me mad but if you leave a lasting impression then don't expect to be let off easily. i'm not very talented whether it comes to music or the arts. with that being said, nothing has ever come easily to me and i've had to work my butt off to get what i want or need. i learn rather quickly, though. that doesn't mean that if you show me how to draw i will miraculously become picasso. no. i'm more of a memory smart type of person. i remember everything. most of the time.

if i do say so myself though, i am pretty cunning. i come up with evil plans all the time. i swear, if i was a villain i would be the best one ever. my plans would never fail. that was always the reason why i got beaten, i fought back a lot and tried to get revenge on them but ten times worse. over the years i have gotten better at it. i'm not a charismatic person though. i like to stay in the shadows a lot and be the invisible one if any trouble comes along. don't get me wrong, i always love to butt in but i've learned that whenever i try to fight back it just makes things worse for me.

picky is another trait of mine. i only eat certain foods, do things a certain way and have a certain train of thought. if anything is out of place or makes me feel uncomfortable i throw a type of tantrum. not like a fall on the ground and cry like a baby tantrum but a i could throw a table at your head right now tantrum. as for my last trait i'm going to bore you with, i'm loyal. if i take a liking to you, don't expect me to leave so easily. i will always be on the side of my friends and i will never just ditch them for a better offer. it is them or nothing for me. my friends are my everything."

MOTHER Gwendolyn Jane Fletcher
FATHER Albert Dean Fletcher
SIBLINGS n/a
OTHER PERSONS OF IMPORTANCE n/a
ETHNICITY Caucasian
WEALTH STATUS Decent Lower Class
OVERALL
"i'll start with where i am from. los angeles, california is the place. beautiful, full of sunshine and the odd major rainstorm to create the best place on earth. now, i haven't been around the world to whole-heartedly call it the most beautiful place in the world but from what i've seen, it really is.

time for the dreadful story about my family. my father, bert fletcher, is one of the most well known players in la. always has been and always will. it was a very big mistake to think that my mother could change him. i mean, he was fine when i was born, he was a decent father. had a few mental issues like most fathers do and very protective but he was an okay dad. then when rayne came-- my 12 year old sister; it was like i was invisible. it didn't bother me too much though, i just carried on with my life like i normally did. after she was born, i automatically got the blame for everything and became the hated child. he was the main and reason i left la to find work here.

as for my mother, gwen fletcher, lets just say we never really got along too well. whenever we did talk, which was hardly ever, it usually ended in fist fights. we don't have anything in common except for the hatred for my father. she couldn't wait to ship me off to some other country or city. as long as i was far away from her. i must admit, i couldn't wait either. i got to get away from that psychotic family and away from all the bad memories. me leaving didn't really matter though because soon after my mother caught my father cheated on her, she divorced him and left both me and my sister with him claiming we were too much stress for her to handle, especially my sister. with that, she left and i haven't heard from her since.

now i guess you are wondering how i died right? it's a long story but here is just a sum of it. like i said, i left la to find work here. turns out that people were just as cruel back as they are now. i managed to snag a job as a waitress in a little shop across from my old but new grungy apartment. it seemed like a decent job despite all the drunks and the bums who walked in and always tried to grab my ass... i was earning a good living for myself and everything was going smoothly, i hadn't heard from my mother nor my father, things were great.

one night i was asked to close the diner for my boss. naturally i said yes and stayed late so i could. after i closed the diner, i went outside for a smoke before going home. i thought i heard someones footsteps come towards me but it didn't really sink in until i felt something hard bash against my head and then i blacked out. when i woke up i was tied to a chair and not a comfy one at that. i tried my hardest to stay calm so that i wouldn't die but when you are tied to a chair and you are bleeding in numerous places, it is kind of hard not to panic. that was the last night i remember being alive. they tortured me for hours with rape and cutting me after seeing my scars. i can still hear them yelling at me and saying 'you like this don't you, you cut yourself anyways.'

honestly, i was shocked when i woke up. at first i thought it was all a dream until i saw my cold and motionless body laying on the ground beside me. the men ran a long time ago and left my body there to rot. after that i just stayed there for a while. i didn't quite know what to do anymore. where was i going to go? i had to get myself cleaned up whether i was a ghost or not. i wanted to make sure i washed all those memories away and i noticed that even though i was dead, i could still make people see me for a certain period of time. it was a miracle, ever since i found out, i have been practicing so i can be 'solid' longer.

i know i should be angry for being killed but even if i do get mad, what can i do? they probably fled a long time ago and i don't even know their names..."

NAME/ALIAS Jenners
AGE older than time c;
TIME ZONE GMT
HOW YOU FOUND US Caution
OTHER CHARACTERS none
RP SAMPLE

when he answered her she just nodded as if she understood what working had been like. of course she didn't though. miss juliet here was still so very unemployed. nor that she really wanted a job anyways. she liked being able to do what she wanted every minute fo the day and not having to answer to anyone. it was easy living off her parents money and even if she did ever consider getting a job she didn't know what she would want to do. her parent's practically bribed her to leave by always paying for rent and everything for her. it hurt but she learned to deal with it and just shut off all her feelings. unfortunately her feelings were not quite being so shut off when she was around kaden. he made her feel differently about everything.

ever since she moved here, people automatically assumed she was friendly and would talk with them freely. instead, she was the opposite. instead of talking to them, she gave them something to talk about. she got around rather quickly and each person she moved on to was just a toy in her eyes for her own satisfaction. it was nothing serious. nothing she ever had was. relationships scared her. she didn't want to be hurt because of someone. that was the whole reason she closed herself off. when girls walk by her she can hear their snickers and their rude little comments, but she doesn't just let them go easily. she makes sure their perfect faces are ruined and walks away like nothing happened. trouble didn't faze her and neither did the police and they were starting to notice it. nobody knew about her family though. only her sisters but her parents were a mystery.

it got tiring hearing everyone ask about her family and why they sent her away from everyone else. she wasn't going to tell them but she just wanted them to stop with the questions. it really gave her pains in her chest whenever she thought about it. her parents adored her sisters but it was different for her. they couldn't wait to get her out of the house, even if she was the youngest. they didn't want her to corrupt anyone else in the family with her bad habits of smoking weed, drinking and constant sex. they obviously didn't know that their whole family was probably doing it anyways. she was just the open one about it. juliet always felt the cold shoulder when it came to the rest of her family, not from her sisters though. her sisters treated her like one of them which was why she was always just angelic to them and not the rest of their family. if anyone would pick on her while her sisters were around they would defend juliet and she wouldn't have to find herself knocking someone out. juliet considered them her only family.

as soon as he kissed her she couldn't help but feel surprised. she didn't stop though and she kissed him back with force. somehow she was glad he kissed her first. not that she wasn't going to but she liked when the men made the first move and in this case she felt even more excited than when most men did it. she sat up slightly with her lips still locked to his before pulling away slowly and looking at him. she had only pulled away for a moment and before she knew it she was kissing him again. more passionately than before with her hands cupping his face and her body leaning more towards him. the drugs were making the effects of the kiss much more visible to her and it made her crave more. his lips were soft and smooth and so were his hands. she couldn't help but smile into his lips before starting to take his shirt off. her hands traveled across his torso as she continued to kiss him.

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