Katherine Hiddley
AGE:
19
GENDER:
Female
OCCUPATION (if any):
Stable-hand at her parents' yard.
APPEARANCE:
Kat is fairly plain in her appearance; she doesn't wear make up and sees no reason to (who does she have to impress anyway?), she dresses in comfy jeans, sneakers and a thick, army green jacket. She has dark blonde hair that she often just pulls back into a ponytail to make things easier, as working at the yard can be rather mucky.
PERSONALITY:
Kat is beyond down to earth. She's been through a lot of hardships in her life, and worked hard to get to where she is now. Kat can take a joke, but prefers to be serious, and knows when it is appropriate to be one over the other. She does not fool around often, and she doesn't choose to seek out relationships. However, if she falls, she falls hard. Kat, or sometimes known as Kathy by her mother, is affectionate, determined and loyal. She has a fire that burns inside of her to find something, if anything, out there. Something different...something that will cause change.
SHORT BIO:
Kat grew up with a large family; her parents, herself and her seven brothers. They all had a part to play in the running of the stables. Kat always got on with her mother better than her father, simply because he had the boys. Things were going good...until the wars began. One by one, Kat's brothers were drafted to fight, then her father. None of them ever came back. Eventually it was just Kat and her mother left. Kat fell into depression, self-harming and thinking dark, awful thoughts. Things went on like this for some time, until one man who started to keep his horse at Kat's stables took an interest in her. He was charming, enigmatic and mysterious. Pretty soon, their worlds revolved around each other. Kat, and her new lover Alex, were ready to set a life together. Alex and Kat shared their innocence with each other, and were even closer for it. Until the drafting came back around. Alex was one of the few eligible males left, and he was forcibly taken. Kat fell back into her depression and sank even further than before. Kat was left with Alex's chestnut horse Cobalt, or Coby, and constantly rides and takes care of her new companion, in the hopes that Alex will return to her.
WRITING SAMPLE:
It was morning, and as the dust bugs skittered around in the thin shaft of light that peered through her curtains, Kat arose from her covers. She completed her morning ritual of brushing her hair, her teeth, slipping into her boots and riding jacket and grabbing her small mesh bag and stuffing that into her pocket. Oh wait! The bread! Kat span on her heel, grabbed two slices of thick, freshly made bread and munching one on her way to Cobalt's stall. "Morning," she greeted, holding out the other slice for the horse to nibble from her palm. Her usual greeting wasn't so cheery though, as she breezed past Cobalt and sank down onto a square of hay beside him. "It's been 4 years today boy..." she whispered, her fingers fondling the mesh bag in her pocket carefully. "4...years..." Cobalt whinnied, already knowing what was coming. The stallion often stood guard for Kat whilst she...settled...her moods.
Kat wriggled down to settle further into the hay bale, and withdrew the bag from her pocket. She pulled the drawstrings apart and emptied the contents onto her lap. Rolling her left jacket, then jumper sleeves up, she glanced as the old marks on her arm before picking up the sharp straight razor and digging the point into the soft pink skin of her underarm. Cobalt snorted, stamping his feet and flicking his ears back as Kat cried out, drawing the razor straight across her arm, cutting a gash into the skin that left her arm trickling blood onto the hay. Again and again Kat cut into her forearm, continuing until the pain became so much it blocked out what was bubbling underneath the surface. Tears streaked her cheeks as she reached onto her lap and shakily picked up the bandages and dressing that had also been in the little bag, almost routinely strapping on the butterfly stitches, pulling each side of the wounds together, closing the gaps to form more scars. Scars on top of scars. Then she wrapped the bandage around and around her arm, tying it at the end to keep it tight. Kat pushed the blade back into the bag and the bag into her pocket.
Pushing herself to her feet, Kat struggled for a moment, wobbling and using Cobalt's quivering hindquarters to steady herself. "Easy...easy boy..." she breathed, using the horse's frame to help herself walk towards his head. There she stood, cradling the stallion's large, warm head and petting his muzzle. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...i'm sorry..." she repeated, her mantra reinforcing the idea that she was responsible for everything bad that happened and that she was weak and horrible and awful. Silent, silvery tears trailed down Kat's cheeks and dropped onto Coby's as they stood their, sharing their bond for a few more precious moments.
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