Name: Kazimiera “Zimie” Bulinski

Age: 18

Gender/Sex: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Hair Colour: “It depends what we’re talking about here. My natural hair color is blonde – can you believe it? I certainly don’t look like a blonde – but ever since I was ten, I’ve been dying it a deep red. The color-of-wine red.”

Eye Colour: “I have brown eyes. They’re so dark, they look black from a distance, but I assure you, they are, in fact, fucking brown.”

Height: “Some in lil’ ole Alabama would say I’m short. But lem’me tell you something, where I come from, I’m average. Ish. Okay, to be specific, I’m 5’3”, but short is the new black. And lesbians. Lesbians are also the new black – no? no one gets it? Alrighty then.”

General Appearance:
“So, having already established that I am in fact a short, redheaded, brown-eyed barely adult woman, the rest is pretty average. I have a long nose, my worst feature, it’s Polish. That means it’s a long, defined nose that looks a lot like a beak. But I digress. My hair is long and wavy, which is pretty neat if not for the fact that it is always tangled, no matter how much I brush it, and everything gets stuck. In school, my fellow bitch-peers would throw paper into it to see how many they could get stuck into it – my highest score is one hundred and fifty-two scraps. My skin is slightly pale, and my tan friends used to call me a ghost, but not much can be said for my Caucasian skin.

Now, my body type isn’t the most impressive. I’m a short thing with curves, which I love, but I also have a little chub and some ‘love handles’ – ain’t nobody gonna be handling my love handles. It’s a bit embarrassing to wear a bikini, but I get over it. I don’t have any defining features except for a beauty mark placed right under my left eye – one time, on picture day, a teacher thought it was dirt. How mortifying.”

Personality:
“Well, to be honest, I’m a blunt person who doesn’t really care what you think of me…yet I do. I have a low self-esteem though I try to cover it up with bravado, which is excellent by the way. I can be a bit random and stubborn, also I hate being wrong and I act a little know-it-all-ey. Though, to be fair, I do, in fact, know it all. I notice that I say that a lot, the phrase ‘in fact’, hm. There isn’t much else to say about me. Uh, I have quite a mouth on me and can be really vulgar. I am an independent, black woman. Er…independent white woman. And I rely on no man…or woman…or animal. Except for my pet ratties, I rely on them too much. I am also a feminist. Beware.”

Likes/Dislikes (Name 3 of each):
Likes/
- Rats
- The color blue
- Reading
Dislikes/
- Dependency
- Chauvinism
- Lying
History:
“There isn’t much to be said about my past. I was born in Poland, moved to Alabama, USA when I was fifteen – now I have a weird accent that’s Polish and American Southern at the same time and people become so confused when I talk at times - and had a blast with my formative years. When I was fourteen, I was diagnosed with depression…not because I was depressed, but because my brain doesn’t supply enough serotonin or some shit. Tried committing suicide a bunch of times, not my best times, and always felt alone. I try to be pretty happy and all, it’s kind of hard but whatever. My parents were pretty chill, really awesome, but they moved back to Poland while I decided to attend college in the Land of Freedom. I have two brothers – twins – and a sister who never came to America, and even a baby nephew named Augustus who adores the peanut butter that I send him every month. I’m pretty close to my family, love ‘em to death, but they can be quite smothering and very dependent.”

Name: Afton Withrow

Age: 19

Gender/Sex: Female

Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual

Hair Colour: Black

Eye Colour: Bright blue with green flecks

Height: 5'7''

General Appearance: "I guess I'm fairly tall. My hair is straight and about waist-length; somehow I manage to keep it silky. I usually wear it down or in a braid, ponytail, or bun. People say I have 'delicate features' but that that only makes my angry or condescending looks more effective. I'm kind of pretty, I guess, but not enough to stand out from the crowd. Enough that if you looked at me long enough you might think 'she's pretty' but not more than that. Strangers don't normally notice me. I actually like clothes and wearing them because I'm pretty slender (though do have some curves, my bones won't poke you if you hug me) and I used to be able to get whatever I wanted as long as I made good grades. I especially like sweaters, and while I do wear skirts sometimes it's shorter skirts with leggings underneath. I like bright blue and more muted colors like greens and browns. I have that pretty noticeable scar around my neck; it's the first thing everybody looks at, the part of my body people talk to rather than my face. I miss the times not having it; it attracts unwanted attention as it hasn't healed well and makes people unable to appreciate the me underneath it. There are the scars on my wrists, too, but I can cover those up with bracelets. Needless to say, I love turtlenecks."

Personality: "I'm usually upfront about everything (with the exception of to my parents) as I don't really see the need to lie most of the time (unless it benefits me, which it usually doesn't), though I do have some tact. I'm not going to be brutally honest if it actually hurts people. While it was one of the reasons I didn't have many friends (though I blame it mostly on my not paying them enough attention) it's a big part of how people perceive me. I'm pretty guarded about myself, though given what has happened to me, I don't think anyone would begrudge it of me. I don't hide the truth about my past, but I try not to get attached to people, as I've never had someone close to me that hasn't betrayed me. I'm not really sensitive about what happened anymore, at least to strangers. It happened, it's over, and it's best to get past it. Like they say, you can't change the past, but you can shape your future. I'm pretty independent and am not good at working in groups (both because I don't trust them to make the right decision, at least usually, and because I just don't collaborate with others). I do wish I had someone I could talk to and interact with on a constant basis, if not someone who deeply cares about me (although I probably wouldn't know what that looked like if it punched me in the face). What I'm trying to say is that even though I am damaged, I'm not broken and I'm certainly not frozen although I am rather tender emotionally. I like to be happy, I like to express myself, I like to enjoy life, it's just that that hasn't worked out very well for me so far."

Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:

• Creating art (painting, drawing, singing, writing music, acting, etc.)


• Shopping for new clothes, decorating my room


• Snow


• Funny/Cute Videos or Movies


• Playing the piano


• People who actually talk to me

Dislikes

• Fake people


• Hot weather


• People who only focus on my scars


• Math


• Being completely alone


• Sharp objects/weapons

History: "I'm not going to complain about my life. Yes, I did try to commit suicide, but it's not like I had depression or anything. I just felt like I had no other choice. At least on the streets I've had more freedom. Drawing pictures for a relatively small fee in the park buys my food, which is good enough for me. It gets rather lonely, though. My parents had high expectations of me that I just couldn't fulfill. I was really good with numbers and computers, but I like the artistic side of me so much more. I was rejected by all of the fancy colleges my parents made me apply to, but I was accepted by a really good art college. My parents weren't satisfied by that, however, and threw me out. I didn't really have any other options, so I decided to end it. I won't get into the gory details, but I almost died. When I was in the hospital, my parents essentially told me that they were disappointed that I had failed. Child Protective Services took me as I was still a minor and diagnosed me with all of these different mental problems and put me in an institution. I hated it and so I ran away, living on the streets. It was really hard for a while, but after I turned 18 it became easier. I took up drawing in the park for money or occasionally playing instruments. The longer I was on my own the easier it became, although the loneliness still remained. I've always wanted to escape my life, although no longer through death, I wish I could start again differently. I've been relatively content recently, however, until I had that really weird dream."
(Just a preview, the rest will be revealed in the IC.)