I was born under the name of:
"Kimberly K. Madden"
You can call me:
"Uh, I don't really care to be totally honest. You can call me Kimberly, Kim, Kay, Maddie, Kim K, Kimmy, whatever."
My age is:
"Nineteen. Almost twenty."
I was born on:
"June eighth. "
I was born in:
"The south Bronx of New York."
I have been homeless for:
"Dos años."
Role:
"I seem to be the mother bear."
"Kimberly K. Madden"
You can call me:
"Uh, I don't really care to be totally honest. You can call me Kimberly, Kim, Kay, Maddie, Kim K, Kimmy, whatever."
My age is:
"Nineteen. Almost twenty."
I was born on:
"June eighth. "
I was born in:
"The south Bronx of New York."
I have been homeless for:
"Dos años."
Role:
"I seem to be the mother bear."
People would describe me as being:
"Awesome. No, seriously, if I could only use one adjective, I'd say I am pretty open-minded."
The world is seen in a gray-scale. No one person in particular is viewed as more important than the next, and such perception allows her to reach beyond the limitations of being judgmental, all the more willing to peer into another’s eyes and discover what about them is different, is unique, and above all else is even remotely interesting. This girl is driven by interest. By a thirst for knowledge and settled curiosity. This ignites within her a concealed attribute that, through tantalizing intelligence and wisdom, appears nothing short from willing to learn whatever is extended her way. There’s something that is truly remarkable about broadening one’s level of understanding, and she appreciates this genuinely and with all of her heart, seeing the flecks of gold that exist in even the most blackened of hearts. Though she sees the deeper parts of people, Kimberly will not e crossed. She may understand the reasons, but if you hurt her or her family, there is no forgiveness.
Although she is quiet by nature, and a natural analytic genius with a knack for detail, she is far from shy when her initiative to question and to ponder is permitted. She adores the vastness of the world, in this its endless array of mysteries and unforeseeable twists and turns, but will not hesitate to fight against the current if she dislikes where it is taking her. She is fierce and will do any and everything to claw her way from the depths.
Emotions are the one thing that Kimberly does not fully understand, and perhaps the only thing that she is okay with not fully understanding. There is merely way too much to be accounted for, such a variety of aspects to be taken into consideration, and due to this she can only bother herself with attempting to piece together the perpetuated puzzle for so long before her efforts are proven worthless. With her inability to understand emotions, however, follows in hot pursuit the rather uncanny way that they are revealed upon her own face. It is of no such easy task to determine the feelings that reside beneath her playful smiles and the intriguing flutter of her eyes. They are enclosed in complete and total secrecy, sometimes even foreign to her own examination, and due to this one should never wrongfully lead themselves to believe that they've got her entirely and hopelessly figured out.
Despite what of her speaks of motherliness and kindness, there exists a danger behind the youthfulness of her features. It is not sadistic, as she fears what such influence as the need to kill and deliberately harm can do to one’s soul, but instead blatantly mysterious, if not quick to be pinpointed as deceptive. There lies acidic properties behind the mask of knowledge and calculations, blindingly bright in this its unknown capability to turn a growing center of information, residing only in the depths of her mind, into something dark and cunning. What is as beautiful and charming as a fox one minute, after all, may hold venom in the point of a cobra’s fang the next.
Some things I like are:
"Ice cream. Ice cream definitely."
|| Dancing || Babies || Animals || Gabriella || Rollerskating || Eating || Sci-Fi movies || Oreos || Scented Candles || Naps || Snuggles || Twilight Zone || Riddles || Snickers || Wearing her Slides with socks ||
"Awesome. No, seriously, if I could only use one adjective, I'd say I am pretty open-minded."
The world is seen in a gray-scale. No one person in particular is viewed as more important than the next, and such perception allows her to reach beyond the limitations of being judgmental, all the more willing to peer into another’s eyes and discover what about them is different, is unique, and above all else is even remotely interesting. This girl is driven by interest. By a thirst for knowledge and settled curiosity. This ignites within her a concealed attribute that, through tantalizing intelligence and wisdom, appears nothing short from willing to learn whatever is extended her way. There’s something that is truly remarkable about broadening one’s level of understanding, and she appreciates this genuinely and with all of her heart, seeing the flecks of gold that exist in even the most blackened of hearts. Though she sees the deeper parts of people, Kimberly will not e crossed. She may understand the reasons, but if you hurt her or her family, there is no forgiveness.
Although she is quiet by nature, and a natural analytic genius with a knack for detail, she is far from shy when her initiative to question and to ponder is permitted. She adores the vastness of the world, in this its endless array of mysteries and unforeseeable twists and turns, but will not hesitate to fight against the current if she dislikes where it is taking her. She is fierce and will do any and everything to claw her way from the depths.
Emotions are the one thing that Kimberly does not fully understand, and perhaps the only thing that she is okay with not fully understanding. There is merely way too much to be accounted for, such a variety of aspects to be taken into consideration, and due to this she can only bother herself with attempting to piece together the perpetuated puzzle for so long before her efforts are proven worthless. With her inability to understand emotions, however, follows in hot pursuit the rather uncanny way that they are revealed upon her own face. It is of no such easy task to determine the feelings that reside beneath her playful smiles and the intriguing flutter of her eyes. They are enclosed in complete and total secrecy, sometimes even foreign to her own examination, and due to this one should never wrongfully lead themselves to believe that they've got her entirely and hopelessly figured out.
Despite what of her speaks of motherliness and kindness, there exists a danger behind the youthfulness of her features. It is not sadistic, as she fears what such influence as the need to kill and deliberately harm can do to one’s soul, but instead blatantly mysterious, if not quick to be pinpointed as deceptive. There lies acidic properties behind the mask of knowledge and calculations, blindingly bright in this its unknown capability to turn a growing center of information, residing only in the depths of her mind, into something dark and cunning. What is as beautiful and charming as a fox one minute, after all, may hold venom in the point of a cobra’s fang the next.
Some things I like are:
"Ice cream. Ice cream definitely."
|| Dancing || Babies || Animals || Gabriella || Rollerskating || Eating || Sci-Fi movies || Oreos || Scented Candles || Naps || Snuggles || Twilight Zone || Riddles || Snickers || Wearing her Slides with socks ||
Some things I dislike are:
"Stupid people, as in, people with no sense."
|| Bananas || Re-tying her shoes || Baking || Crying || Bullies || The Cold || Getting wet outside of showers || Smell of cigarette smoke || Spicy food || Peanut Butter || Spiders || Caterpillars and Worms || Schedules || Tragedies ||
My biggest fears are:
". . .Let's not talk about them."
• Losing her sister || Kimberly will readily admit that Gabriella is the most important figure in her life. Sometimes the weight her responsibility over her can be overwhelming, but she would never wish to be without it. She needs Gabriella as much her younger sister needs her. Without her she would be lost.
• Death || She understands that everyone dies at some point, and accepts the inevitability of the situation. She just will try to avoid it as long as possible. For someone who works so, impossibly, hard at improving her life, the fact that it can be wiped out at a moments notice frightens her. It leaves too many things unresolved. Who would care for her Gabriella and the others?
• Her Mother || Well, she is not scared of the woman to e totally honest. The woman was neglectful and stupid in her opinion, but never really did anything to maker her fear her presence. What she really fears is the impression the older woman left on her. Half of her DNA is made up of the woman's genes after all. Inherently, she could end up just like her mother, despite how hard she tries.
My dreams consist of:
"Dreams are for the naive. I have goals."
• When she was a child she dreamt of being a dancer. Despite the fact that her mother never let her take any actual classes, she was really very good. A natural talent. She taught herself for the most part. Picking up bits and pieces from wherever of different styles. She checked out books on dance and practiced when she could. She used to really believe that dancing would be her ticket to the good life.
•Now, she is focusing on the hopefully short-term goals. Get off of the streets. She has been saving up for the longest time and really feels confident that soon she can get a small place for herself and her sister. Since she managed to graduate before taking to the streets, she can focus on getting Gabriella the rest of her own education.
"Stupid people, as in, people with no sense."
|| Bananas || Re-tying her shoes || Baking || Crying || Bullies || The Cold || Getting wet outside of showers || Smell of cigarette smoke || Spicy food || Peanut Butter || Spiders || Caterpillars and Worms || Schedules || Tragedies ||
My biggest fears are:
". . .Let's not talk about them."
• Losing her sister || Kimberly will readily admit that Gabriella is the most important figure in her life. Sometimes the weight her responsibility over her can be overwhelming, but she would never wish to be without it. She needs Gabriella as much her younger sister needs her. Without her she would be lost.
• Death || She understands that everyone dies at some point, and accepts the inevitability of the situation. She just will try to avoid it as long as possible. For someone who works so, impossibly, hard at improving her life, the fact that it can be wiped out at a moments notice frightens her. It leaves too many things unresolved. Who would care for her Gabriella and the others?
• Her Mother || Well, she is not scared of the woman to e totally honest. The woman was neglectful and stupid in her opinion, but never really did anything to maker her fear her presence. What she really fears is the impression the older woman left on her. Half of her DNA is made up of the woman's genes after all. Inherently, she could end up just like her mother, despite how hard she tries.
My dreams consist of:
"Dreams are for the naive. I have goals."
• When she was a child she dreamt of being a dancer. Despite the fact that her mother never let her take any actual classes, she was really very good. A natural talent. She taught herself for the most part. Picking up bits and pieces from wherever of different styles. She checked out books on dance and practiced when she could. She used to really believe that dancing would be her ticket to the good life.
•Now, she is focusing on the hopefully short-term goals. Get off of the streets. She has been saving up for the longest time and really feels confident that soon she can get a small place for herself and her sister. Since she managed to graduate before taking to the streets, she can focus on getting Gabriella the rest of her own education.
I ended up here because:
"Life dealt me a bad hand. Seems God can't shuffle."
Jenna Madden. A teen with a bad home life who decided to leave it behind. Running off with nothing but the clothes on her back she arrived in the great state of New York. With no money and no one to rely on, she struggled by herself on the streets. Though, she only had to endure for a week and a half. By then she met a man not too much older than herself. Rafael Barnes, a local drug lord. Territory stretched from the Bronx to Queens. he took her in, treated her well.
Jenna was known to sleep around, and eventually, she ended up pregnant. Not such a surprise. Kimberly was born a good eight months later. Not nine as she was a few weeks premature. But she was a healthy baby overall. Jenna was not much of a mother at all. She did the absolute minimum to care for Kimberly. The only way she managed to survive her first few years was by the pity motivated actions of the other tenants living in their shared home.
When she was three-- almost four -- her sister was born. She did not get to exactly see the infant until about a month later as the baby was kept in the hospital. It was the most exciting time of her short life. In the possesive mind of a three year old, the new baby her mother was to give birth to was going to be hers. She had seen those families on the television set. The bay was always the most adored part of the family. Everyone always doted on them. She used to be the baby, but no one doted on her. This baby would be cherished. Even if it was just by her. Her mother and Rafael would ignore baby, but she would not.
Gabriella was her life. Is her life. She chose to give up her childhood for her sister. Even if they were only just half siblings. She did her best to care for the both of them. For a long while, she would consider those five years some of her favorite. Then, everything began to roll downhill. Rafael was out and about and murdered during a drive-by shooting. Their mother packed their things and within a week the trio was moved out and into the apartment of Rafael's brother, George.
The man terrified her. He was her boogeyman. He was violent and obsessive. Hated the children of unknown men. But she was strong. That was what she told herself. That was what she told Gabriella. She was strong enough for the both of them. Kimberly could fight back. She could protect them.
Kimberly was the one who hid herself and Gabriella from his wrath. Wiped up her tears before he could lay his eyes on her. That did not always work though. When it did not she jumped in front of the belt, his fist, etc. . . Fought back until she could not anymore. Then, bandaged up their cuts. Kissed their bruises. That determination began to fade though at the age of ten.
Kimberly never knew why, but it was during that year that George moved on to sexual abuse. Kimberly was only assaulted once, but the event managed to traumatize her. George preferred Gabriella over her. Maybe it was the fact that she resembled Jenna more and he could forget she was some random guys daughter. Whatever it was, she was and still is ashamed to admit it, but she was glad he was not focused on her. Kimberly gave up. She could not help her little sister get away from him. A hard learned lesson. All she could do was wait it out and help her baby sister when it was over.
Six years. They endured for six more years. Coming home from school, just another afternoon, they arrived to a home in shambles. George in handcuffs and who knows where Jenna fled to. With no guardian they were going to be sent separated and placed in the foster care program. Desperate to keep her only family close, Kimberly packed the few things they had and with her sister in tow, ran away.
Two newly homeless teens were on the streets. A seventeen year old and her fourteen year old sister. Kimberly did everything she could to provide for them. She begged, pick-pocketed, stole from the other homeless. For many days they were left sleeping in abandoned buildings and the like. Until one night, a man mistook her age and offered her a job as a dancer at a club. She took it without hesitation, and does not regret it. Nowadays she brings in more money than she ever had before. It was there she met Brooklyn and became forever indebted to her.
I make a living by:
"Take a guess."
Kimberly dances at the local nightclub. She could be called a stripper, pole dancer, and/or exotic dancer.
"Life dealt me a bad hand. Seems God can't shuffle."
Jenna Madden. A teen with a bad home life who decided to leave it behind. Running off with nothing but the clothes on her back she arrived in the great state of New York. With no money and no one to rely on, she struggled by herself on the streets. Though, she only had to endure for a week and a half. By then she met a man not too much older than herself. Rafael Barnes, a local drug lord. Territory stretched from the Bronx to Queens. he took her in, treated her well.
Jenna was known to sleep around, and eventually, she ended up pregnant. Not such a surprise. Kimberly was born a good eight months later. Not nine as she was a few weeks premature. But she was a healthy baby overall. Jenna was not much of a mother at all. She did the absolute minimum to care for Kimberly. The only way she managed to survive her first few years was by the pity motivated actions of the other tenants living in their shared home.
When she was three-- almost four -- her sister was born. She did not get to exactly see the infant until about a month later as the baby was kept in the hospital. It was the most exciting time of her short life. In the possesive mind of a three year old, the new baby her mother was to give birth to was going to be hers. She had seen those families on the television set. The bay was always the most adored part of the family. Everyone always doted on them. She used to be the baby, but no one doted on her. This baby would be cherished. Even if it was just by her. Her mother and Rafael would ignore baby, but she would not.
Gabriella was her life. Is her life. She chose to give up her childhood for her sister. Even if they were only just half siblings. She did her best to care for the both of them. For a long while, she would consider those five years some of her favorite. Then, everything began to roll downhill. Rafael was out and about and murdered during a drive-by shooting. Their mother packed their things and within a week the trio was moved out and into the apartment of Rafael's brother, George.
The man terrified her. He was her boogeyman. He was violent and obsessive. Hated the children of unknown men. But she was strong. That was what she told herself. That was what she told Gabriella. She was strong enough for the both of them. Kimberly could fight back. She could protect them.
Kimberly was the one who hid herself and Gabriella from his wrath. Wiped up her tears before he could lay his eyes on her. That did not always work though. When it did not she jumped in front of the belt, his fist, etc. . . Fought back until she could not anymore. Then, bandaged up their cuts. Kissed their bruises. That determination began to fade though at the age of ten.
Kimberly never knew why, but it was during that year that George moved on to sexual abuse. Kimberly was only assaulted once, but the event managed to traumatize her. George preferred Gabriella over her. Maybe it was the fact that she resembled Jenna more and he could forget she was some random guys daughter. Whatever it was, she was and still is ashamed to admit it, but she was glad he was not focused on her. Kimberly gave up. She could not help her little sister get away from him. A hard learned lesson. All she could do was wait it out and help her baby sister when it was over.
Six years. They endured for six more years. Coming home from school, just another afternoon, they arrived to a home in shambles. George in handcuffs and who knows where Jenna fled to. With no guardian they were going to be sent separated and placed in the foster care program. Desperate to keep her only family close, Kimberly packed the few things they had and with her sister in tow, ran away.
Two newly homeless teens were on the streets. A seventeen year old and her fourteen year old sister. Kimberly did everything she could to provide for them. She begged, pick-pocketed, stole from the other homeless. For many days they were left sleeping in abandoned buildings and the like. Until one night, a man mistook her age and offered her a job as a dancer at a club. She took it without hesitation, and does not regret it. Nowadays she brings in more money than she ever had before. It was there she met Brooklyn and became forever indebted to her.
I make a living by:
"Take a guess."
Kimberly dances at the local nightclub. She could be called a stripper, pole dancer, and/or exotic dancer.
Height/Weight or build:
5'5" so, average || 128 lbs. borders on being underweight some days || Petite with generous curves
Eye color:
Dark Brown
Hair color:
Onyx Black
Other:
• Each earlobe is pierced once.
• A tattoo on her right side. From her breast to her hip.
• A tattoo of a ship's helm on the front of her right shoulder.
• A large tattoo covering her back.
Face claim:
Jhene Aiko
5'5" so, average || 128 lbs. borders on being underweight some days || Petite with generous curves
Eye color:
Dark Brown
Hair color:
Onyx Black
Other:
• Each earlobe is pierced once.
• A tattoo on her right side. From her breast to her hip.
• A tattoo of a ship's helm on the front of her right shoulder.
• A large tattoo covering her back.
Face claim:
Jhene Aiko