Name: Krisanthamum Levyn, or Kris for short.
Age: 17
Gender: An orifice that produces red liquid on a monthly basis. Basically, she's female.
Appearance:
Personality: Carefree and optimistic, Kris is the type of person that marches to the beat of their own drum. And for the young drummer, it is a very very wild beat. Wedded to mayhem and the mistress to trouble, Kris loves playing pranks. While most of her trickery purposefully does more help than harm, she has the capability to cause total humiliation. That, however, is usually reserved for those that really piss her off and happens only on occasion since she's forgiving to a fault.
Despite her feisty nature, Kris is not the kind of person that enjoys talking. She'll say a few words to strangers if she's feeling sociable, but that's it. To friends, her sentences are very short and brief. This quietness isn't caused by shyness. In fact, she's far from shy. To her, actions speak louder than words, and drum beats speak much louder than action.
Biography: Kris was born with the misspelled name of a flower into a dysfunctionally large family. A dysfunctionally large family that very quickly fell like a bulldozed building. Her mother had decided to run off with some stuck up millionaire when Kris was only two, and the rest of her family over time pretty much either dropped dead like flies or changed their names or did something to drop off the face of the earth. The only people she was left with were her father and aunt.
It was her aunt who introduced drumming to Kris. With her aunt having once been in a former band, Kris would always hear stories of concerts gone hilariously wrong or backstage mishaps. She wanted to see what her aunt had saw. Experience every rush as her aunt did. And her aunt was more than happy to pass on her legacy.
Her aunt bought Kris a new drum set and set to work teaching her the basics. Her father was, of course, reluctant about this. Overtime, however, he grew more open to the idea and encouraged his daughter. He even managed to hook her up to a gig at a party once she had gotten good enough.
Kris wasn't done, though. She wanted to get better. She wanted to get bigger. And she was going to get what she wanted.
Style: Though none too picky about music, she has a fondness for EDM.
Instrument(s): She usually practices on a red Ludwig drumset that she affectionately calls 'Jericho'.
Age: 17
Gender: An orifice that produces red liquid on a monthly basis. Basically, she's female.
Appearance:
Personality: Carefree and optimistic, Kris is the type of person that marches to the beat of their own drum. And for the young drummer, it is a very very wild beat. Wedded to mayhem and the mistress to trouble, Kris loves playing pranks. While most of her trickery purposefully does more help than harm, she has the capability to cause total humiliation. That, however, is usually reserved for those that really piss her off and happens only on occasion since she's forgiving to a fault.
Despite her feisty nature, Kris is not the kind of person that enjoys talking. She'll say a few words to strangers if she's feeling sociable, but that's it. To friends, her sentences are very short and brief. This quietness isn't caused by shyness. In fact, she's far from shy. To her, actions speak louder than words, and drum beats speak much louder than action.
Biography: Kris was born with the misspelled name of a flower into a dysfunctionally large family. A dysfunctionally large family that very quickly fell like a bulldozed building. Her mother had decided to run off with some stuck up millionaire when Kris was only two, and the rest of her family over time pretty much either dropped dead like flies or changed their names or did something to drop off the face of the earth. The only people she was left with were her father and aunt.
It was her aunt who introduced drumming to Kris. With her aunt having once been in a former band, Kris would always hear stories of concerts gone hilariously wrong or backstage mishaps. She wanted to see what her aunt had saw. Experience every rush as her aunt did. And her aunt was more than happy to pass on her legacy.
Her aunt bought Kris a new drum set and set to work teaching her the basics. Her father was, of course, reluctant about this. Overtime, however, he grew more open to the idea and encouraged his daughter. He even managed to hook her up to a gig at a party once she had gotten good enough.
Kris wasn't done, though. She wanted to get better. She wanted to get bigger. And she was going to get what she wanted.
Style: Though none too picky about music, she has a fondness for EDM.
Instrument(s): She usually practices on a red Ludwig drumset that she affectionately calls 'Jericho'.