[hider=Kazimiera "Zimie" Bulinski (is it real?)][b]Name:[/b] Kazimiera “Zimie” Bulinski

[b]Age:[/b] 18

[b]Gender/Sex:[/b] Female

[b]Sexuality:[/b] Pansexual

[b]Hair Colour:[/b] “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.”

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

[b]Height:[/b] “Some in lil’ ole Alabama would say I’m short. But lem’me tell you something, where I come from, I’m [i]average[/i]. 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.”

[b]General Appearance:[/b]
“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.”

[b]Personality:[/b]
“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.”

[b]Likes/Dislikes (Name 3 of each):[/b]
Likes/
-	Rats
-	The color blue
-	Reading
Dislikes/
-	Dependency
-	Chauvinism
-	Lying
[b]History:[/b]
“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.”[/hider]