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Kindle Kale

"I really don't care what you think of me. Now, would you be so kind as to get out of the way?"

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a character in “Things that go Bump in the Night”, as played by Felilla

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"What the hell are you looking at?!"


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Full Name:
Kimberlynn Kale

Preferred Name:
Kindle

Age:
19

Ethnicity:
American

Birth Date:
April 4th

Sexuality:
Heteroflexible



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Hair Color:
Blonde

Eye Color:
Blue

Height:
5'3"

Distinguishing Marks:
Kindle has a large tattoo across her back

Style:
There really isn't a way to describe Kindle's clothing style. One day, she's dressed as a country girl, the next a badass biker, the next a pioneer. She once wore a poncho to school. Who knows what other crazy shit she has in her closet.


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Personality
Kindle is most easily described as free. She doesn't give a shit what others think about her, least of all other teenagers. She listens to her heart, not her mind, which can sometimes get her into trouble. Kindle will do what she wants when she wants, even if she's not supposed to. Her confidence can make some people a little uncomfortable, but it also makes her very likeable. She is usually seen with a smile on her face and her head up in clouds.

However, Kindle can also be very serious, in a way that scares people. She becomes quite a bitch whenever people tell her to live her life. She seems like an open person, but that's mostly because she'll make up menial lies to make people think she is. Actually, she is manipulative is also great at blackmailing people because she can read minds. To get her way, she will blackmail the hell out of people with every last bit of dirt she has on them. It makes her the top of the "avoid" list for most people. She finds it very funny when people think not talking to her will make it harder for her to get her information about them.

Despite all of this, Kindle is also an amazing friend and great at keeping secrets. She cares about the people she's close to and will do anything for them, even if that means rising her own happiness. She is a great listener, even though she'll probably know your problem before you do, and is a great shoulder to cry on. Because of her psychic abilities, she knows what people need when they need it. However, she rarely uses her abilities on her friends, usually helping them with her own nurturing nature.

Species:
Human

Gift:
Psychic- Because of a Near Death Experience as a child, Kindle has a very strong psychic ability. She able to read the minds of those around her as well as sense their feelings. She can also see people's auras. For her, aura's depict not only a person's emotion or general personality, but also their race, which is normally how she knows what someone is before she officially meets them. Kindle is also able to contact the dead in a very simple and casual manor that she doesn't flounce around. When Kindle is touched by someone, she is also able to see their memories. She hardly uses her psychic abilities on her friends and family, finding it invading.


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Relationship Status: Single (and she has been her entire life)

Family and Friends: Kindle doesn't have many friends beside Jake Masters and her brother (though she doesn't really consider him a friend). And of course, she has her mother and father.

Known Languages: English, Spanish and a little Latin. However, she can understand any other languages perfectly if they are spoken to her.

History:

Kimberlynn Kale lived a fairly normal life up until she was thirteen years old. On her thirteenth birthday, she was in a car with her aunt on her way back home from a weekend spent at the beach. Kimberlynn and her aunt were joking around each other and everything was normal. They never saw the out of control semi truck. Kimberlynn's aunt died, but she herself was fine. However, Kimberlynn experienced a NDE (near death experience). Whenever she is questioned about it, she simply laughs. She didn't see some white light or any of that stereotypical crap. Her entire memory is of two blinding lights, a jarring impact, and the strange sensation at feeling like she was being pulled from her body.

When she woke up in the hospital, she started seeing colors dancing around people, reading people's minds, and seeing people she thought were dead walking around. At first, she thought she had gone bat shit crazy, until she met some old woman that told her she was psychic. That year was like hell for the girl. At the time, her wounds hadn't completely healed, so she could hear people calling her "ugly" and "disgusting" in their minds. That was until she met Jakob Masters- a boy she had always teased- who happened to be helping out at his mother's library. Kimberlynn had been researching her psychic ability when she met him. The two out of place people became quick friends.

Kindle quickly discovered that she life she had been living before was not the kind she actually enjoyed. With Jake, she discovered true joy and went from Kimberlynn Kale, residential bitch, to Kindle, town freak. And she loved it! She loved being who she was! She loved everything about life!


So begins...

Kindle Kale's Story

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Character Portrait: Kindle Kale
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#, as written by Felilla
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Kindle groaned as the pesky spirit continued to stalk her on her way to the library. She probably looked crazy to any of the people passing by, and to be honest, she was losing her mind at the moment. The spirit poked her in the back again. He hadn't left her alone since the funeral last week, which made sense. She was the only one that could see him. She didn't see why it was her fault that he had died of a heart attack though. He was an asshole before he died anyways. Probably going straight to hell in a few days. "Just face it! You're dead, Mr. Parker. And there's not much I can do! Please, go haunt some auditorium or something."

"Ms. Kale," Mr. Parker started, continuing to follow her "You can't think I honestly believe that. Now tell me why everyone is ignoring me."

The psychic let out an even louder groan. She should have just stayed in bed today. The barriers kept pesky ghosts out. Yes, that would be nice. She could imagine herself curled up with her laptop, watching horror movies. She smiled at the thought. "Miss Kale. Miss Kale..."

Maybe if he just ignored him, he would go away. "Miss Kale? Kimberlynn!

Kindle whirled around, glaring at the deceased neighbor. "Don't ever call me that!" she growled lowly.

The ghost's eyes widened as he disappeared in a plume of mist. She sighed contently and withdrew her cellphone from her pocket. After putting on her purple headphones, she texted Jakob Masters, her eyes staying focused on her phone. She usually avoided looking at people's auras as much as possible, like she normally avoided funerals. She was still a little pissed at her mom for making her go to the crabby old man's funeral. Where the hell are you?! she typed onto her phone.

He had forgotten! That little brat forgot that they were going to see the newest horror movie! She was beyond pissed at him. Maybe she was just angry at everyone today. Why did the world hate her so much? Why?!

With a sigh, she stuffed her phone back into her pocket and made her way towards the library. If he wasn't there, she was going to kill him, then bring him back, just to kill him again. Yes, that was the best plan ever.

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Character Portrait: Sage Rylan Character Portrait: Kindle Kale Character Portrait: Devon Rice Character Portrait: Roger Kale Character Portrait: Jake Masters
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Town Square, Open
To put it bluntly, Dev was running out of time to figure his shit out. He knew it, the skittering messenger who had come to inform him yet another human was slinking around looking suspicious and two more pack members were MIA doing god knew what, he knew it too. Dev slumped down on the marble rim of a fountain pushed conspicuously off to the side of the town square and clumsily fumbled with the button on his breast pocket, his other hand shoved itself into his jeans pocket and procured his cheesy decorated bic lighter.

"You're free to go, but for fuck's sake tell Roger I need him to report to duty at some point today," Dev muttered as he managed to wrestle the button on his front pocket open. The messenger, a springy sylph who Dev had forgotten the name of already, a pack newbie, immediately disappeared with a gust of cool wind. He didn't stay to see Dev wrestle the half-smoked, half-crushed pack of black american spirits from his pocket and pull one out with his teeth.

Devon was lighting the cigarette when his phone gave a little chime and he distracted himself by looking down at it for the second it took to singe his eyelashes a little before he yelped and successfully dropped not only his lighter and phone, but also the half-lit cigarette into his lap, which only set off another yelp and him standing up with the force of a hurricane at his back and sendig the cigarette flying, the phone skittering across the cobblestone, and the lighter disappearing into what could only be described as the Insatiable Void Where Lighters Always Go And Never Return From. He stared at the cigarette and phone and with a huge sigh stood.

He picked up the cigarette first, puffing it back to life and then knelt to take a look at the damage he'd dealt his phone. Luckily it was only one more crack to the half dozen already making their home on the screen and he nodded, opening it to see the message again.

From: Thyme Chancellor
To: Devon Rice
hey man we got another border breach. nothing srs-- i thought i'd hit kindle or david up to check it outt. just be careful man. sorry. i'll try to keep my boys on it better


Devon sighed. Thyme was one of his parents' original pack, one of the higher ups in his. He and his boys were on patrol that day and of course they'd been fucking off instead. Of course. Dev groaned and took a long drag off his cigarette before burying his face in his hands and letting out a frustrated hybrid of a growl and a sigh. He didn't text Thyme back, instead he flipped back and created a group message.

From: Devon Rice
To: Kimberlynn Kale, Roger Kale, Jake Maste...(and 2 others)
Please tell me one of you is here. I just... need someone to relax with I guess. I'm in the Town Square. I've been working all morning. I just need a break. Maybe find somewhere out of the way and smoke or something. Just... someone respond and stop being a bunch of lazy fucking assholes sometime in the near future please?





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Knott Outskirts, Open
Sage had spent all day more or less dodging border patrol duty. They couldn't exactly find themselves doing anything of any real essence that day and they didn't particularly want to. There was a park that spilled into the forest outside Knott which had become Sage's spot for spending time technically in the town, but also far enough away from the inner reaches of the town that the more skittish forest residents still weren't scared away by the noise.

Sage reclined on a bench, letting hair fall over their shoulders as they tossed their head back and let their eyes fill with sky. A squirrel skittered across the back of the bench to sit next to them and watch the sky. Sage reached out a finger, mostly to see what the squirrel would do, and the squirrel's paws closed around the finger, immediately grabbing it and attempting to run off. Sage laughed a loud, bubbling laugh and the squirrel spooked, off back into the bushes and up a tree.

They weren't sure what to do in Knott, they never were. Sage could never really find a real place in Knott that felt like home, but the forests and the animals among them were beginning to feel less like family, and they didn't know how to fix that, so they thought perhaps, maybe they had to move on.

Nothing really felt certain anymore, nothing had since the werewolves moved in and took over the silly protection of this silly town Sage had barely even known when their parents pledged to protect it. They fought off the feeling of dread which slowly began to fill their gut at that. They didn't know where there life was going from here, but it certainly wasn't going up. This town might eat Sage alive and no one would ever know or care and that was a deeply sobering feeling.

Sage was never quite certain where they stood with the world. With the civilized places they were being forced into, there were wild feelings that destroyed them from the inside out, and in the wilds there was emptiness.

Sage was dragged from their thoughts by a small bird landing on their shoulder, a bluebird who chirped loudly, informing them there were fey on the move a few miles, something the bird thought they should know. Sage was perplexed; fey moved a lot, not nearly so little as to need a personalized messenger of their presence. The half-fey scowled and shook their head, hoisting themself from the bench and slowly making their way toward the direction the bluebird had indicated, which would take them directly through town. Sage sighed with an upset edge and a disgusted tone cutting the edge. This was probably not going to be pretty in any capacity.