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{ βWe are products of our past, but we don't have to be prisoners of it.β }
Katiana Grace Brokenborough, or as she's known in the fashion world with her up-and-coming line, House of Kat, Kitty B
Age & Grade
17 & Rising Junior
Number of Years at Laurel
Eleven years, she's been attending Laurel since kindergarten
Sexual Orientation
Heteroflexible, while some don't believe that things like preferences are real, Kat likes to believe that she's simply a sexually fluid being and while she does prefer lovers/significant others of the male variety, if the match proves useful - whether to her social/financial or emotional needs - then she's not against being with another female. It simply takes a very interesting situation and person.
Group?
Gifted
Talent
Fashion
As much as it might be easy to assume that Kat comes from wealth due to the quality and brilliance found in even her loungewear, she is not. She is just remarkably gifted when it comes to needle and thread, and it all started in her grandmother's living room, fumbling over her tiny fingers and enduring prick after prick of the very thin needle until she got it right. With her line having debuted when she was thirteen, and lauded for its maturity and complexity in lacework and embellishments, Kat is the person people come to when they need a quick fix or work out a design for a big event. She charges, of course, for the bigger projects, but a stitch fix - especially with how second nature it is to have a needle and thread in her fingers - is nothing but a word.
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Fashion Savvy || Absolutely Excels Under Pressure || Needlework || Persuasive "Being considered both sexy and intimidating are undoubtedly helpful." || Highly Perceptive || Occasionally Charming || Has Tendency Of Being Calm and Rather Chilled Most Of The Time, And Has Calming Effect On Others || Generous "I've always had the mentality that if I've made it, WE made it." || Loyal || Very Strong Sense of Self || Randomly Good At Pulling Pranks And Trolling People || Sketching, Mostly To Design Though She Has Doodled Pretty Non-Fashion Related Pictures || Kickboxing
Weaknesses
Can Seem Intense and Intimidating "My Grams' pastor always said that I was like her, mildly non-threatening, but with a take-no-nonsense attitude that made even her - a grown ass woman - want to come correct." || Mysterious, At Times. Hard To Figure Out What She's Feeling IF She Doesn't Say. || Resting Bitch Face || Slow To Anger, But Possesses Near Violent Rage Once Pressed || Can Appear Cold and Sometimes Unfeeling, And Gets Hurt When Those She Considers Friends Assume That She Is Those Things || Chocolate, Especially Brownies || Vindictive
Fears
Winding Up Alone Without Anyone Who Loves Her || The Day Her Grams Dies || Becoming Anything Like Her Mother || Losing Control Over What She's Worked For
Secrets
Mother || When most people think of Kat's parental guardian or the person to call if something was wrong with her, the first person that would come to mind would be her grandmother, not her mother. In fact, unless you had access to Kat's paperwork and noted that her mother was her second emergency contact, you wouldn't know that her mother was alive and that is how Kat likes it. It goes without saying that Kat and her mother don't get along; what needs to be said is the why, and the why is that while her mother may not have ever placed a hand on her save for two times in all of Kat's seventeen years of living, emotional abuse goes a long way. That seeming unfeeling-ness that people notice, the inability to truly get under her skin as if she were a robot that didn't know what more vulnerable human emotions were - that is a learned behavior, developed as protection from her mother's negligence and scorn due to Kat's darker complexion and who her father was. It never mattered that Kat's other features were all her mom and grandmother, or that she tried so hard - especially with constructing her line - to prove that she could be good enough for the woman who birthed her. She was just never good enough and at some point, the little girl seeking her mother's approval wrapped herself in a shell of cool indifference and sensual intimidation.
{ Intense, Vindictive, Sensual, Self-Assured, Perceptive, Loving }
There is no denying the sheer raw intensity that lay dormant in Katiana Brokenborough's deceptively petite frame. In all things, she is barely restrained energy, moderating her physical, mental and emotional strength as she sees fit. There is no controlling or tempering her unless she gives you that power, and God - there is something magnificent about a woman who knows she has power - not because of the influence of others or a family name, but from her own merit, accomplishments, and what she brings to the table. It should come to no surprise, then, that peers and adults alike can find Katiana intimidating, intense even. Though packed in a small package, her very pores leak out a dangerous mix of alluring and frightening energy. On one hand, with the very fact that Kat walks with a naturally sensual yet at-ease switch to her hips and her head stagnant in its imposingly upright position, there's no denying the magnetism of this dark-complected beauty. She knows she's a hard-worker, knows that every praise and compliment to her person and talent has been earned, and that she is worthy, even if there is a dark voice at the back of her head that says otherwise. It's enough to have one so caught on her orbit that you hardly notice how fully ensnared you are until she flashes a brilliant smile your way or has you pinned to her bed. On the other hand, such carefully orchestrated control is undoubtedly frightening. Kat is one of the few people you don't want to get into a staring contest with because she will surely win - and it won't be just because she has stared at you unflinchingly as she is wont to do in the face of opposition or anyone who dares presume to have any sort of power over her. It is because of her uncanny ability to read a situation and a person down to their very seams, penetrating and so damn intent on finding out your truths that you almost want to hide. She had to learn to be this way, a survival instinct in order to prepare herself to be hurt so that she can hurt as well, if needed. This heady mix of fearing whether or not she'll punch you, tear you a part in the bedroom, or even both is possibly one of the many actual reasons why Kat is, simply put, one of the few students at Laurel you don't want to fuck with.
What further exacerbates the intriguing mystery that is Katiana is the resting bitch face she possesses and the fact that she has remained a bit of an enigma, even to those closest to her. While there is no denying when there's a glimmer of amusement shining in Kat's eyes or when she's point blankly judging you, there also needs to be an understanding that this sparsely satisfactory insight into her emotions is allowed, not because of your own keen observation skills, but due to Kat's own allowance of it. Kat learned at a young age how to veil her emotions - which is partly why she has no choice but to exert her energy into kickboxing, an outlet for the more violent energy she's simmering with - and it is usually of her own volition that anyone sees the full depth of her emotions. Mostly because she feels much more than she lets on. Kat knows that people think there is something wrong with her - that it is strange that while someone else will freak out at the sign of blood or an injury, she can stare, straight-faced and focused on helping to the best of her abilities, when on the inside, there's a knot of anxiety just waiting to be acknowledged. That there's a bubble of genuine joy just waiting to burst and spread through her entire being when she finds herself surrounded by friends and all of them just being in their element, being happy and safe and loved. Which is the main thing she wants: to be surrounded by love. As much as Kat finds pleasure and amusement in people being afraid of not coming correct when they're around her, as much as she revels in the fact that though her financial background left much to be desire to wealthier and more popular classmates, she's still considered a force to be reckoned with when crossed - Kat wants to be able to trust giving herself to others and having them do the same. To know that she's enough for them and that it would be vice versa, because as long as someone is upfront with Kat, she'll be willing to do the same. Willing to explain away concerns about her letting her phone ring for too long when a certain name pops up, and why she needs to remain impenetrable to everyone else. But it's hard to trust that she can be that little girl who wanted to be accepted, the woman she shielded away behind an ambitious designer who gets what she wants when she wants it. That little girl's been disappointed too many damn times for that.
Fashion Week || Spending Time W/ Her Grandmother || Playing On Social Media W/ Her Friends || A Hot Cup Of Bigelow's Lemon Lift Tea || A Bowl of Hot Grits W/ Butter & Sugar || Her Curves & Tastefully Accentuating Them || Designing New Dresses || Lace || Losing Herself In Her Work || Getting New Fabrics & Color Swatches || Pranks || Dark Lipsticks || Floating About In A Pool || Rain Drops On Her Window Pane || R&B Music Playing In The Background || Sex || Getting Under Someone She Can't Stand's Skin || Chocolate-Glazed Doughnuts & Brownies || Nighttime || Platonic & Romantic Affection "Yes, even the scary bitch who can drop kick you in a heartbeat likes to be the little spoon every once in awhile."
Going Home To See Her Mother || Having To Start A Stitch Over || Blueberries || Super Greasy, Super Limpy Fries "I'd like a little crunch, thanks." || Feeling Like She's Not Good Enough || Television Shows W/Out Diversity || Working With Super Thin Models "I'm about diversity in all things, and I'd rather have models of all sizes, not just the unhealthy standard that has been." || Twenty Questions While She's Working || When Anyone Thinks They Can Tell Her What To Do || Being Alone For Too Long || Beets
The best description for Katiana's family is that they're of the working class. With both her mother's income and her grandparents', there had never been a fear of not having a roof over their heads nor not having food in their mouths. Of course, her mom had always envisioned her life going much differently, what with the idea that the man who would one day become the father of her child also being her husband. However, that was not to be. Katiana is the result of a one-night-stand that should have never happened because the two people involved could never stand one another. Sober, that is, because there was definitely a lot of alcohol involved in getting Kat's mother and father in the same room, let alone in a bed. Needless to say, she was conceived and the truth of the matter is that if Kat's mom could have paraded Kat in his face - hung the child over his head for the remainder of all of their lives - she would have done it. But there's only so much you can do when the father of your child goes across seas and wants nothing to do with you, or the mistake you both made. And so, instead of the two plus kids and a house she had wanted for herself, Kat's mom realized that she was too far along in her pregnancy to abort and had to welcome her bundle of unwanted joy.
Which was fine with her parents because Kat was definitely wanted in their home and lives. And if you asked her, and she actually cared enough to answer in more than monosyllabic retorts, that had been enough. Even though her grandfather would die when she turned seven, and her grandmother had a stint with breast cancer around the same time, she didn't have a bad childhood nor one marked by too much struggle. She might have been disappointed every now and then because she couldn't get a particular item for Christmas or her birthday, but the one thing most can say is that she's never been an overly demanding person who needed every material thing in the world to keep her going. With that being said, it wasn't all perfect. Having the unconditional love of her grandmother has always been sustaining for Katiana, but there's still something about having your mother's that makes all of the difference. The first time her mother had hit her had been harder than Katiana's tantrum had deserved, but it had been a brutal reminder - the fact that she was hit and the bruise that lasted for days, though the ringing in her ears from her grandmother cussing the woman out faded just a slow - that she was disliked immensely. The second time she was hit, years later, and Katiana fought back. She wasn't about to be attacked for things she couldn't change.
If it wasn't the fact that Kat was too close with her mother's mother, a feat not difficult when you don't question every little thing the elderly woman says and respectfully articulate your point in an argument, when her mother could not share in that same relationship, it was the fact that Kat had a definite skill that landed her in Laurel when her mother could not get in. If it wasn't because Kat happened to have plump lips like her maternal grandfather when her mom had smaller ones, it was because Kat's skin was like the richest chocolate while her mother's a smooth caramel. It was always something and nothing, and the worst outbursts were when she was drunk and the two of them were alone, Grams on a church trip for the weekend or at Thursday bingo nights. It had gotten so bad that her grandmother was the one who proposed that Kat become a yearly when she was in the seventh grade, not bothering to deny that she did need her daughter's help around the house and with driving now that she was getting older, not wanting to ever disrupt Kat's growth as a designer. Which she threw herself into wholeheartedly.
It had begun with simple grandma-watching, quietly eyeing the ease with which the older woman created blankets and throws for the women at church who were having babies or knew someone who was. Going to the store and testing out fabrics, and gazing at different threads. Before long, it became second-nature to do the very thing Kat had been observing and once she made her very first outfit, the rest became history. But Kat had also learned that she could never let her guard down; she had to be cold to meet the cold, regardless of how anyone else felt about it. She's made friends before, even got into a relationship or two. But she had to look out for own well-being and if that meant putting up such a convincing front of nothing-can-scare-me-ever that it too has become second nature, then so be it. The friends she's made at Laurel know that she's not just a robot. At least, she hopes they do.
Dialogue Color: #E9AB17
Face Claim: Normani Kordei
Fun Facts:
~ Kat has an upcoming partnership with Fenty for the next Fashion Week.
~ Her grandmother runs the first ever House of Kat in their hometown of Atlanta, Georgia over in Buckhead. Kat takes care of answering online inquiries and demands from the online store.
~ Kat is very flexible.