Kiss me Kate [Katarina Padua]

[katerina]

Kat! STOLE YOUR HEART;

They call me Chirp and I've shot for the moon 20 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via msn: [e-mail].
Ktxbi.

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» There Goes my Hero;

THe birth certificate reads Katarina Padua
But Everyone Calls Me Kat, Padua
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 18 years
The say I Am a volunteer at the animal shelter.
Ive Been Told I Look Like A model (once more stock photo on dev XD)

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» Rock and Roll, Baby.;

I am so tall 5’4”
And I Weigh 110
Ive Bee Ninked And Pierced lower lip is pierced. A triquatra is tattooed on her right ankle and a rose is tattooed, and fully colored, on her right shoulder blade.
They always say I look like a model. Natural blazing red hair hangs straight and thin about her neck and back. It billowed in the wind and shimmered copper in the light. It framed a smooth face and pale skin. Eyes of the most striking blue stood out from beneath it each lash framing them perfectly. It was hard to tell what she was thinking behind those blue eyes.

Her pale skin was smooth and well looked after for it was free of blemish. She was lanky but not that tall or curvy. Not to say she as not attractive, no she was well formed but proportionate. Modest bust was enough to attract attention but not enough to be talked about. Her bum however was small but once more well formed. Legs made up most of her body, long and smooth and her torso was shorter with long arms. Her arms ended in long willowy hands they looked perfect to play an instrument or two, and she did.

Her movements are really graceful and smooth as if she glides not walk. Training within higher social circles had made her that way. Each step seemed calculated and each movement planned but nothing was. She seemed intelligent and easy and dressed light. Pants were usually denim or a pinstriped slack. Shirts varied but usually were classy and a breezy fabric, she didn’t seem to like cotton.

Finally there were those tattoos and that piercing. The piercing was a testament to her rebellion to the life she had been handed, as were both of her tattoos. The first a triquatra, the trinity knot a simple three pronged Celtic symbol. The other an ornate rose designed to hide a scar on her back from a bad fall when she was young.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Shocking red hair contrasting sharp blue eyes.

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» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;

I Adore Solitude, her horse, the smell of hay, playing the piano.
I Abhor The rich snobs, people who treat her differently for coming from money, animal abusers.
I Rock Piano, she has been riding for 10 years, cross country jumping.
I Suck Western riding, afraid of spiders, isn’t too good at flirting or anything to attract the opposite sex.
I Do she plays piano with her hands when bored, she gets separation anxiety when alone so she keeps pets.
I Want To become a renowned show jumper both in the ring and cross country.
I Fear Being alone at all. Losing her animals.
I Shut up About my family, and about my job.
I am—She is outgoing and wild. It is hard to define the exact way of a cat and she was the same. Her emotions were quick to change and her face was constantly changing with it. It was hard to know exactly what was going on in her head most of the time but sometimes that guard slipped. Her temper was quick though especially when someone made a comment about her combing from money, honestly she wished she had been born poor.

She makes friends easily but trusts far too quickly. Her voice is almost always light but not peppy. She just keeps her moods up as much as she can and tries to enjoy what life throws at her. She has had many friends in passing but no true ones that she would take a bullet for. She was friends with anyone who would accept her and she enjoyed anyone who didn’t ask too many questions about her family.

Relationships are another ball park though. She is uneasy when flirting, unlike most within her parents pay roll. Not to say she hadn't been asked, no she just turned them down. She disliked rich boys who always got their way. Quite simple she avoided them, though watched others with an odd longing she couldn't explain to herself. She wanted something but for a girl who had never been kissed, she was scared to open that can of worms to herself.

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» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;

I Came From Her mother had long blonde hair and the same sharp blue eyes as her daughter, the regular popular home maker. She was a business woman for some major corporation, Kat didn’t know which. Her father had red brown hair and green eyes and pale skin. He also worked for a major corporation in a high up position, probably the same one but she couldn’t be sure.
I Share My Dna With Her brother is 25 blond with hazel eyes. He too was a heart breaker but was gone and working elsewhere, he escaped the family and hardly spoke to them.
I Come From Seattle Washington.
But I Live Here Now ‘with’ her parents in Springwood.
This Is Who I was Kat was born the second child into a wealthy family. Her brother was already old enough to be the favorite, for he would carry on the family name. Her mother still wanted a girl so growing up she had everything a girl could want, except her parents. You see being high up in the food chain in some major company they couldn’t afford to spend much time at home so her playmate was her brother. Her nanny was named Daniel and they got along well enough.

However as she grew she found she hated the life style. When her parents came home they spoke just enough to make casual conversation, sleep in the bed and leave. It was hard to grow accustomed to such a life. Time passed and she became a teenager. At sixteen she asked her mom to sign something and signing the form Kat went out and got the Celtic knot scrawled in ink onto her ankle. She went home and showed her mother who responded only “that’s nice” without a care she forged the signature again and got the lip piercing and once more n one cared. Finally she got the rose to hide a scar on her back, still nothing.

It frustrated her and the nanny was gone, and so was her brother by now leaving her utterly alone. So despite her various lessons, and there were plenty, violin, piano, horseback riding, and fencing she found herself quite alone. She finally proposed to her mother at 14 she wanted her own horse. They paid a good deal of money to procure her a fine horse bread from a famous jumper stallion and a beautiful mare their friend owned who was as even gated as they came, both thoroughbreds. The foal was born and the owner of the mare almost didn’t let the little mare go. She was brindled.

Kat made the foal her closest companion working hard with its trainer until she was full grown and ready to be taken away. The man was sad to let her go as well as she was a fine specimen indeed. She stayed with her parents though even when they moved her to some small town in west Virginia making her leave the few friends she did have. They told her it would let them be home more but nothing changed. She was still at home alone most of the time but she had her mare.
This Is Who I am She took up a job at the local animal shelter hopeing to find a new companion and hell she didn’t need the money. She is open and friendly but still slightly shy in this new city. Her parents bought an estate in springwood without batting an eye and she tries to keep people she meets away from the grand house not wanting them to know where she came from.

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» This Heart It Beats;

I Lust straight
I Love people who don’t judge by her money, people who like horses, taller guys (that isn’t hard)
I Loathe people who hit their animals. Otherwise she is pretty laid back.
Maybe I loved Not many she avoided the social circles for the most part only appearing when she had to but she has never had a true relationship, and never been kissed.
Maybe I Didnt n/a

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» This Is How We'll Dance;

I Bow Down Dude
I Am Awesome Katarina walked through the kennels on her dayly rounds. It was cool in the building and she eyed each of the dogs. Occasionally she would touch the bars on a cage and murmur to one of the animals with a small smile. Her eyes lingered on their new boxer pup, severely underweight.

Her eyes paused on the now empty food bowl and she grinned and opened the cage slowly as to not startle him. “Good boy. I’ll get you some more…” she cooed out and turned on her heal heading to the back. She made sure all the pens were still clean and grinned slightly at her favorite dog, a germen shepherd, husky mix. He was large and darkly colored with sharp blue eyes. He sat staring at her before he clawed the bars and gave a bark. Chuckling she shook her head. “Later boy. Right now I have to feed Buba the new guy.”
She winked at the dog and hurried into the feeding room. Taking a bowl full of puppy chow she hurried back to the boxer and opened the door. He looked expectant and she grinned and placed the bowl down. “Soon you will feel better I promise.” Tossing the bowl in she grinned.

She loved the morning shift, before they opened. It gave her time with just the animals. The other woman had done the pen cleanings before she got there, bless her heart. So she walked the pens slowly watching them all. She paused at that odd mix and grinned. “Hay Ace” she cooed out, his kennel name.” She opened the door and nodded to the back door. He paused to lick her hand before taking off towards it sending all the other dogs into a flurry of barking.

She stopped at a large rottie mix, on her way to the door, and let her out and then let out a large black lab. She turned and opened the back door letting them out into the large play field where people could see them from the street. These three were their three largest and quite handfuls making them need more time outside then the others. For now she just watched them run.

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Thanks Isa for helping =]

[Cheyenne Kings}]

Accepted!
Great job ^^