|Name|
"I am Katherine, the Queen of Pretty."
|Nickname|
"You can call me... gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, amazing... but Katie works too. "
|Age|
"I am 19 years of gorgeousness."
|Sexuality|
"Heterosexual. Um.. I like guys. Only guys."
|Gender|
"Female, the prettiest of the genders."
|Status:|
"I am single." *giggles "I am also a Junior."
|Major:|
"I am currently majoring in Music Performance. I mean.. I want to be a singer, soo.."
|Face Claim|
Zoella
"It really depends. Mainly on things like seasons, and simply just what mood I'm in. But, as of right now, my hair is a blonde ombre. It starts at my roots with a dark, almost black, brown, and slowly turns into a light blonde at my tips."
|Eyes|
"My eyes are the most beautiful, gorgeous color of a bright, baby blue. I've been told you get lost in their crystal blueness."
|Height and Weight|
"I am of average height, at an astounding 5'4, and a very average weight of 145-ish. Okay, maybe a little bigger, but not by much."
|In Depth|
"How am I supposed to not describe my natural beauty in depth?"
"Well, I guess I'll start with the basics. I have amazing crystal blue eyes, that I've been told are attention-grabbers. My hair is usually some type of ombre, and I have full lips, all the better to put lipstick on with. *Smiles* I have straight, pearly white teeth, and an alright nose. My eyebrows are always properly trimmed to my face, and I always do something with makeup and hair. Let's see... *bites finger, then trails it down her bottom lip* I guess you could say I'm 'curvy'. I have hips, and a butt, and usually dress without that in mind. I'm always wearing whatever fashion is up-to-date, or try to anyway. Money is of the essence."
|Personality|
| Funny | Loving | Caring | Pretty | Preppy | Strong-Willed | Trustworthy | Loyal | Smart | Kind | Heart Of Stone | Un-Breakable | Flirtatious | Happy | Energetic | Partyer |
|Likes|
â€Pinkâ€Long Lashesâ€Bright Lipsticksâ€Mani/Pedi'sâ€Funny Facesâ€
Ombresâ€Stripesâ€Ice Creamâ€Chewy Candyâ€Liliesâ€Rosesâ€The Truthâ€
Heartsâ€Neonâ€Yellowâ€Pastelsâ€Romanceâ€Kissesâ€Cuddlesâ€Boyfriendsâ€
Loveâ€Being Lovedâ€Feelingsâ€Emotions Taking Overâ€Acting on a Whimâ€
Puppiesâ€Kittensâ€Furâ€Styleâ€Being Cuteâ€Having Funâ€Funâ€Partiesâ€Airâ€
Peopleâ€Boysâ€Nailsâ€Nail Polishâ€Spasâ€Singingâ€Volunteeringâ€Helping Othersâ€
Musicâ€Singingâ€Rhythmâ€Finding the Beat to Songsâ€Tapping her footâ€
|Dislikes|
âLiesâHidingâFeeling WeakâUnwillingnessâSadnessâBlackâGreysâ
SummerâMosquitoesâHigh HeatâHigh HumidityâNot Wearing Makeupâ
Short HairâHiding The TruthâRebelsâNot Following The PlanâBeing Off BeatâStraightforwardnessâ
BrownsâLight Brown HairâGreen EyesâAliensâSupernaturalâFake LashesâNot Knowing The Rhythmâ
Wearing Hair Down While StraightâMessing up FaceâGetting HurtâBeing Stabbed In The Backâ
Cruelty Towards AnythingâBulliesâBeing BulliedâHateâFearâBeing UnfairâJealousyâ
Gossipâ"The Gossip Girl"âAbuseâDomestic Violenceâ
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"So.. you want to know the pretty girl's history, huh? Well, take a seat. It's gonna be a boring one."
"Well, my love for my looks began when I was... about 13. I've had an interesting life, honestly. My mother was a cosmetics manager. She shipped them out to the customers, or the stores, I don't really remember. But, anyway, my father was a businessman, and they met, fell in love, and I came along. As I turned 1 year old, they'd hit hard times, and to make it worse, my mother died holding me. I don't remember much of her, but, I remember enough to know that she loved me. My father, ever since, has always told me how beautiful I was, or how amazing I was, and I just ate it up. I craved attention, and when I was 7, I won the school's talent show by singing. Yes, I can sing. As soon as my father found out I had a voice, he stepped up with the compliments, even when I rejected him, in an effort to make him stop. As I was off looking for talent agents, I didn't know my father had been diagnosed with cancer. When I was 13, he died, holding my hand. He whispered in my ear, "You'll always be beautiful, my little star."
I guess you could say I took that to heart, and figured he meant it. So, ever since, I've really been obsessed with looking beautiful, or gorgeous, or pretty, in anyone's eyes. I still, honestly, crave the starlight. I want to feel the anxiety as I walk on a stage in a beautiful outfit, all smiles, with great hair and eyes. The crowd will roar for me, as I put the microphone up to my lips, and begin to sing. As I sing, they'll dance and enjoy themselves, thinking that they're the most amazing things in the world. That's what I want them to think.
What I'm trying to say is, I want to make others feel beautiful as my father did to me. I want them to have that feeling of pure beauty as they look at themselves in the mirror that day. I want them to regain their self-confidence. I want them to feel... truly happy, as I once was. If I make it big, then I can tell them through music, and song. Then, I'll be able to tell every city, town, state, country, region, everywhere... just how beautiful they really are through my music. "
Parents:
{Father} Ryan McDonald | Deceased |
{Mother} Olivia Stiles | Deceased |
{No Siblings}
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