[kendallsgrey-blog]

                  “Uhm -- yeah, I’m - Hello? Can you please move... uhm, please? I just, you’re kind of in my -- my way... I’m really sorry.” Internally, Kendall cringed. She sounded like an idiot. A complete and utter idiot... but they really were in her way and she really did need to get inside. God, could she sound any more pathetic? This was why she didn’t talk to people very often. Because somehow, she always managed to screw it up.

[kendallsgrey-blog]

minaflxres:

It was probably too windy outside to wear a skirt.

Had Mina known this before she went out of her old motel room, though? No. No, she did not know. There had been no sign whatsoever than the wind would blow like this, no sign whatsoever from fate that she shouldn’t wear a skirt. And so, she had worn a skirt. A pretty pink floral one, at that! A pretty pink floral one that was now blowing in the wind. A pretty pink floral one that she was now trying to tame as she walked to the other side of the street.

See, all she had to do was get to the other side, go inside the cafe, and take shelter. It wasn’t quite a difficult task on a normal day, but today, it was. Today, with the wind, with the papers in Mina’s hands, with everything going on all at once — and then come the anxiety that people were looking at her, too — it became difficult.

Finally, though, Mina did reach the other side of the street.

As she entered the cafe, she noticed at once the person sitting by the window with eyes glued on her. Now, the anxiety wasn’t just anxiety for nothing. It was real. Mina, however, held her head high as she met the person’s gaze despite what she felt. “Ano? Never seen a person walk before?”

                          She’s not procrastinating. Really, she’s not. Her shift doesn’t start for at least another half hour and sure, she could be finishing off the final draft of what was her original draft of what was supposed to be an essay on human rights and what she, personally, thought the term stood for - ( and really, she’d already written something similar for her AP Government class in high school so she could have just ‘liberated’ a paragraph or two if she really, really wanted too - [ which she didn’t ] - ) - but even Kendall could reach her study quota for the day. 

           Besides, people watching was a very productive use of her time.                       Especially considering she wasn’t a people person. 

                                 Naturally, her eye had been drawn to the girl across the street, and she did try to hide her smile, even though she felt that she’d failed at an almost embarrassing rate. Quietly, Kendall watched as she crossed, balancing papers and fighting the wind, and it wasn’t until the girl had opened the door and stepped inside that she realised -- oh god, she was staring. 

                 Eyes slightly wide, Kenna couldn’t look away, having already been caught, and she hesitated, before offering a small, thin-lipped smile. “Uhm...” This was... different. New territory. See, Kendall did not make friends easily. Mostly because her friends consisted of thousand page books, the elderly, and her mom. So social interaction? Definitely not her forte. She tapped her pen against the table, eyes darting left right and centre, looking - ( hoping ) - for a way out of what she felt was a very awkward, very uncomfortable situation. But there weren’t many people inside yet, the lunch rush a good twenty minutes away - ( right alongside the start of her eight hour shift ) - and she was on her own. “I’m, uhm -- I wasn’t, wow, I’m sorry... do you need any help?”

[kendallsgrey-blog]

hi there! so my name’s lara, i’m talking to you live from down under ( australia ) and this is my lil cinnamon roll, kendall. technically speaking, i’m supposed to be asleep right now because i have work tomorrow, but since i found out that tomorrow’s actually my last day at work ( i got let go ), i’m pretty much in that ‘idgaf’ kind of zone right now. but let’s not talk depressing news, let’s talk super awesome news like how unbelievably excited i am for this and you guys and basically everything! 

just a few very brief little tidbits about kendall:

kendall is incredibly awkward in social situations. she’s really not good at making friends and she tends to talk a lot when she’s really, really nervous. bear with her please, she’ll liven up once you get to know her. 

she is very close with her mother, who’s basically her best friend and more. her relationship with her mom is partly why she hasn’t got many friends to speak of. speaking of which, kenna talks about her mom all the time. her mom’s her hero.

she is human, yes. and she does not know about magic and shape shifters and all things weird in the world ( because let’s face it, humans would think it’s weird ). that said, i’ve been playing with the idea that her mother does know about everything, and that she even has the tattoo. but shush, kenna doesn’t know that either. 

she studies at seattle university school of law, she’s also a part-time waitress at sitka & spruce, and she also occasionally volunteers at the hospital. she’s kind of an over-achiever so don’t be surprised if she gets super anal about her studies. 

okay, now that that’s all done, i have a very important question... is it okay with you guys if i use small text? and if yes, is it okay if i change your text to small text when i reply to you? it’s totally okay if not, but there’s nothing wrong with asking, right?

anyway, i actually do have to go to sleep now otherwise i’ll never survive tomorrow, but i’ll be online tomorrow afternoon so if you want to plot things or just talk in general, come at me! my skype is: iamqueenregina and my personal account is evaszambrano. xo.

[awarenessrpg-blog]

I am very strong and very opinionated. My ‘no’ means ‘no’, my 'yes’ means 'yes’. I’m not negotiating certain things. I don’t feel like I have to become something I’m not.

Basic Information

Full Name: Kendall Marie Grey

Nickname/s: Kenna, K

Age & Birthdate: 25 years old, born on May 8, 1990

Place of Birth: New York City, New York, USA

Species: Human

Magically conscious: No

Gender: Cisgender woman

Sexuality: Undiscovered

Occupation: Student, waitress, volunteer

Face Claim: Shelley Hennig

IN CHARACTER

So, Kendall. What was your childhood like? And how’s your relationship with you family now?

Kendall shrugged, a half-hearted, one shoulder kind of move that paired well with the pursed lip pout her lips had curved in to. “It was – I don’t know. It was good, great really. I learned how to ride my bike in Central Park and I brought my dog for show and tell. It was, normal, you know? But my mom - she’s the greatest. Literally, she’s my best friend. But I didn’t, I don’t really know my dad.” Kendall’s voice drifted off as she shifted in her seat, uncomfortable with any mention of her absent father. “He walked out on us when I was a kid. It’s just been me and mom for as long as I can remember… she’s awesome.”

Right, well, how did you say you ended up in Seattle?

Nostalgia brought a small smile to Kendall’s face, one that lit up at the next question, and she grinned. “School. I’m studying to be a lawyer, you know? Mom’s a doctor and she saves lives, it’s kind of a lot to live up to.” She shrugged. “I got accepted in to S.U and UCLA but, something about Seattle reminded me of home so…”

Okay, thanks. Now – how would you say your friends would describe you to someone who didn’t know you?

At this, she laughed, looking away momentarily as she wrung her hands together in her lap, nervous. “I don’t know, I don’t really have a lot of time for friends. I mean, I have co-workers and project partners – there’s a boy in my Ethic’s class I… he’s cute, you know? But friends? I don’t know… I’ve been told I’m quiet before – does that count?”

Alright. Lastly, what’s your greatest ambition versus your greatest fear?

Kendall blinked, staring at the interviewer with a small frown on her face and drifting eyes. She thought, trying hard to think of what her ambition could be – she already knew her fear. She’d been scared of the dark since she stopped sleeping with a nightlight but, that was different. That gut wrenching, heart stopping, make your palms sweat kind of fear they’re talking about… that was reserved for her father. “I –” she hesitated. “I want to make a difference, be important. I want to be someone people look up to, like my mom.” And she smiled. “I want to make her proud.” Ignoring the second part of the interviewers question, Kendall licked her lips and cleared her throat. “Is that it? It’s just, I have a paper due next week and I really need to get ready for work… can I go?”

OUT OF CHARACTER

Where would you like to see this character go in the roleplay?

I’m not very good at answering this question in applications because I don’t plot very often. I’ll outline a basic idea and then work off that - I prefer to wing threads over plotting every detail out. I feel the same way with characters I apply for. I have no way of knowing where Kendall will go or what will become of her. I’d like for her to find out about the supernatural world eventually, but beyond that, I don’t know. I’m the ‘cross that bridge when we come to it’ kind of roleplayer.

This character is played by Lara in AEST.

[donotfuckwithme]

[fuckyeah-char-dev]

type six: the loyalist

[kendallsgrey-blog]

fuckyeah-char-dev:

type six THE LOYALIST

➜ HEALTHY - Able to elicit strong emotional responses from others: very appealing, endearing, lovable, affectionate. Trust is important: bonding with others, forming permanent relationships and alliances. Dedicated to individuals and movements in which they deeply believe. Community builders: responsible, reliable, trustworthy. Hard-working and persevering, sacrificing for others, they create stability and security in their world, bringing a cooperative spirit.

AT THEIR BEST - Become self-affirming, trusting of self and others, independent yet symbiotically interdependent and cooperative as an equal. Belief in self leads to true courage, positive thinking, leadership, and rich self-expression.

➜ AVERAGE - Start investing their time and energy into whatever they believe will be safe and stable. Organising and structuring, they look to alliances and authorities for security and continuity. Constantly vigilant, anticipating problems. To resist having more demands made on them, they react against others passive-aggressively. Become evasive, indecisive, cautious, procrastinating, and ambivalent. Are highly reactive, anxious, and negative, giving contradictory “mixed signals.” Internal confusion makes them react unpredictably. To compensate for insecurities, they become belligerent and sarcastic, blaming others for their problems, taking a tough stance toward “outsiders.” Highly partisan and defensive, dividing people into friends and enemies, while looking for threats to their own security. Authoritarian, prejudiced, and fear-instilling to silence their own fears. Counterphobic.

➜ UNHEALTHY - Fearing that they have ruined their security, they become “clingingly dependent” and self-disparaging with acute inferiority feelings. Seeing themselves as defenceless, they seek out a stronger authority or belief to resolve all problems. Highly divisive, disparaging and berating others. Feeling persecuted, that others are “out to get them,” they lash-out and act irrationally, bringing about what they fear. Fanaticism, violence. Hysterical, and seeking to escape punishment, they become self-destructive and suicidal. Alcoholism, drug overdoses, “skid row,” self-abasing behaviour.

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avgeropulos:

I had no idea what I wanted to be when I was 17. I just knew I wanted to be something larger than myself.