Post by Miss Catherine Bennet on May 28, 2013 12:49:17 GMT -5
MISS CATHERINE BENNET
FULL NAME AND TITLE: Miss Catherine Bennet
GOES BY: Kitty
AGE: Seventeen
CLASS: Gentry
OCCUPATION: Gentleman's daughter
POSITION IN FAMILY: Second youngest daughter
FINANCES: £ 20/Year (allowance)
FACE CLAIM: Perdita Weeks
EYE COLOR: Brown
HAIR COLOR: Dark Blonde
HEIGHT AND BUILD: 5'4'', slim.
DESCRIPTION:
Catherine, or Kitty for family and friends, stands at a respectable 5'4'', although she doesn't look like it because she regretfully tends to slouch her shoulders, and hasn't yet developped a fully feminine figure. Secretly she's pleased at not having wide hips or a large bosom, and she hopes to retain this svelte silhouette.
She has dark blonde ringlets, reaching the middle of her back, more often than not gathered in elegant buns or hidden under a bonnet. Her eyes are a warm brown color and can often be found wide open as Lydia reveals juicy gossip or some other nonsense. She has defined eyebrows, light brown in color, a tiny rounded nose, a full bottom lip and a slightly pointed chin.
PERSONALITY:
Out of all her sisters Kitty is the less noticeable one, something she didn't seem to care about until recently. She's not as pretty as Jane or as book-smart as Mary, certainly not as loud as Lydia nor as witty as Lizzie. But if someone were to take the time to truly get to know her, they'd find a kind soul with an artistic disposition.
Kitty has an eye for beauty, be it in a country panorama or in an array of colorful ribbons, and is actually quite skilled with either a pencil or a painting brush. She also is extremely patient and in possess of an excellent memory, often having to wait moments of solitude to work on her art and having to do it quickly and by remembrance only.
Like most girls her age, Kitty has a romantic heart and would love for nothing more than a kind gentleman to sweep her off her feet and propose to her - even better if he happened to be dressed in a dashing uniform. She is not really interest in wealth or social standing though, what she wants most is affection and serenity.
RESIDENCE: Longbourn
FAMILY MEMBERS:
Mr Bennet (father)
Mrs Bennet (mother)
Miss Jane Bennet (sister)
Miss Elizabeth Bennet (sister)
Miss Mary Bennet (sister)
Miss Lydia Bennet (sister)
Mr William Collins (cousin)
HISTORY:
Growing up at Lonbourn wasn't unpleasant by any standard, although with five girls the household had to reduce expenses where it could, but she'd often got the impression that out of all the daughters either she or Mary wouldn't have been missed that much if they'd been born boys.. (That would have surely calmed their mother's nerves, instead of always fretting about being thrown into the hedge groves!) Kitty didn't know if Mary shared her theory, unfortunately the two had never been much close - their shared fault.
When at the age of two Catherine became an older sister in her own right she'd been elated. She'd sworn in her heart that she'd be a good sister, perhaps not as good as dear Jane - was there anybody capable of that? - but she'd surely try her hardest. So whenever the toddler took her toys or the young child insisted on taking Kitty away from what she was doing to have her as a play companion, she'd smile and say yes. She couldn't make the baby cry, what sort of good sister did that??
And it all grew from that really. Partly out of a desire to make her younger sibiling happy and partly because she lacked the fortitude to 'fight' for herself, it became easier to led Lydia lead even when she didn't agree one hundred percent with what they were saying or doing. That's not to say Lydia was a dictator or anything that bad. The two girls had lots of fun growing up together, and if most days what constituted as fun came only from Lydia's ideas and suited to her tastes better than it did Kitty's, what harm was there?
When Kitty's first crush happened to be an unsuitable object for her affections shouldn't she be glad that Lydia was there to help her figure it out? ('He's the son of the blacksmith Kitty, and his nose is horribly crooked') And with five daughters to clothe and feed, she shouldn't waste any more of her parents' money to ask for canvas right? ('Come Kitty, I hear Mariah Lucas has got a new puppy yesterday, accompany me..') She wasn't that good at painting anyway..
YOUR NAME: Lumusia
YOUR AGE: What an impertinent question!
YOUR RP EXPERIENCE: Almost two years
YOUR SAMPLE:
The less said about the recent loss against Gryffindor in Quidditch, the better. It still smarts. A heck of a lot.
Fortunately for the fourth year Snake, there were other things - much more pleasant things - that occupied her mind recently. And at the top of that list, shining like the precious jewel it really is, the Yule Ball..
Even though she was currently without a date for the big event, and there was about a chance in a million that the boy she was interested in would emerge from his fortress of study-tude to ask her to the dance, Kate couldn't wipe the small grin off her face whenever she thought about the wonderful dress her mother had sent her - after her specific instructions, of course - for the big night. It was simply stunning and she couldn't wait to show it off to everyone. Did anyone say vanity? What's that??
Okay, admittedly the Ball was just about the only highlight of these last few days of school before the holidays, and it might be said that Kate was becoming a tad too preoccupied with her colour-scheme and the accessories and what kind of makeup to put on, but really she'd felt so bummed by the opposing team's robbery victory that she needed whatever ounce of happines she could find.
No matter what the Captains said, there would always be a part of Kate that felt she'd let the team down by staying by her hoops. Sure, the snitch race was a tricky thing and it could prove to be a fluke at any time, but she could have tried to get in the way of that whopper of a bludger that had pretty much destroyed Fianna's face - even though she didn't fancy the thought of suffering that kind of blow herself - and then maybe the redheaded seeker would've captured the snitch before her Lion counterpart and all would be right in the world. She would never ever forget the tone, a mixture of surprised and disappointed (or was it all her own feelings superimposed on the girl?) as the commentator described the Slytherin Keeper remaining by her hoops as her team's chance at victory got blown into smithereens while she watched and did nothing. The burning shame, she could still feel it all over her skin. Urgh.
Distracted by the sudden onslaught of negative feelings, Kate didn't immediately spot Adrian in the Common Room, but as he loudly greeted her and waved his arm in the air she couldn't very well miss him. Especially since he was being used as a living and breathing cushion by one devil of a cat. Mopps the Magnificent. Or simply Mr.Mopps. "Hey yourself. Mr Mopps.." She nodded a greeting to the cat, half in jest but not that much as the black feline was notoriously a devious creature and she wouldn't want anything to happen to her dress just because the cat felt overlooked. It wouldn't have problems finding a way inside the girls' dormitories either, that cat was magic!!
Dropping into a seat right smack in front of her friend, Kate shrugged her shoulders in response to his query, she really had no desire to talk about the match or anything else related to it. "'S fine.. Whatcha doin'? Anything I could black-mail you with, perchance??" She tried to go back to happier topics, by making fun of the perceived callousness and deviousness of them as Slytherins. In truth, she'd found there was barely a more loyal person than Adrian! He'd never retort to black-mail or betray in any shape or form a friend, and she'd obviously extend him the same courtesies, but it never hurt to poke a little fun at each other.
