Post by Kaija Magnus on Feb 25, 2009 14:49:09 GMT -5
Name: Katariina Jukka Magnus
Finished Profile?: -nods-
Nickname (Optional): Kaija, KJ
Age: 17
What year is your character at Spenser Academy?: Junior
Birth Date (Optional): August 17th
Gender: male
Actor, Actress, or Model Used: Kenzie Roth
Hometown and Country: Republic of Kosovo
Occupation: student
Grouping: human
Personality & Attitude:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Appearance:
Picture:
Height: 183cm
Weight: -
Relatives & Family:
Background & History:
Canon or Custom: custom
Rules Secret Word or Phrase: REMOVED BY STAFF!
Time Zone: -
Sample RP:
How did you happen to find our board?: just, stumbled upon it.
Finished Profile?: -nods-
Nickname (Optional): Kaija, KJ
Age: 17
What year is your character at Spenser Academy?: Junior
Birth Date (Optional): August 17th
Gender: male
Actor, Actress, or Model Used: Kenzie Roth
Hometown and Country: Republic of Kosovo
Occupation: student
Grouping: human
Personality & Attitude:
Spending his childhood literally in a war zone made Kaija didn't have the childhood most kid have; he spent most of his time running home as soon as the danger alarm rang, and he became so good in hiding. He often be seen alone, sitting by the deserted street, looking at what used to be his hometown. He was traumatized by the attack that killed his parents when the U.N. troops found him beneath the rumbles of his house, and there was some weeks when the boy kept attempting to suicide till he was finally brought out from the country.
He was now a shy boy who trembled easily when the war mentioned; even when he was sent to America to his new family, Kaija was still often had nightmares and woke up in the middle of the night just to cry of his loss. His past caused him prefer to run and hide than facing a matter at hand, for all he knew hiding could get him survive while fighting... he couldn't get his dead parents' face out of his head when he was trying to fight back.
Likes:
good music, Gouda cheese, the color white.
Dislikes:
darkness, bullies, war.
Appearance:
Kaija was slim built with fair complexion; he had soft brown eyes that filled with fears, most of the time, with soft lips that he often bit when he was nervous. His face framed with soft, dark brown hair, that he kept from getting tousled by the wind. He had several burnt marks on his body, a bullet mark on his shoulder, and ten long cuts on his wrists from the time when he tried to kill himself.
Picture:
Height: 183cm
Weight: -
Relatives & Family:
Kalle Magnus, Father, deceased
Anniina Magnus, Mother, deceased
Eeva Magnus, older sister, deceased
Heikki Magnus, older brother, deceased
Inkeri Magnus, younger sister, deceased
Background & History:
Kaija was the second son of Kalle and Anniina Magnus, their third surviving children. He spent his happy childhood at Finland till his father sent to Republic of Kosovo for business, where his sister was born when Kaija was five. He was once a happy and carefree kid until one day he heard the alarm and ran home only to find his parents were laying on their own blood pool. He just about to find his siblings when a bomb blasted his home down, buried him and his family down. Seven hours later he was found by the U.N. troops and taken to the Red Cross headquarter there, where he was taken care till he was healthy enough to be sent out from the country to Switzerland. He spent three years in rehabilitation until he was considered ready to be sent out of the continent, so he could forget everything had happened.
He was sent to the States and lived with a family who loved him like their own son, but Kaija never really happy. His parents then decided to allow him attend a boarding school so he could find some friend and they choose Spenser, since his application for scholarship there accepted--after all the boy always passed his classes with flying colors. Kaija liked the idea and agreed to be sent to Spenser, where he will lived in the dorms.
Canon or Custom: custom
Rules Secret Word or Phrase: REMOVED BY STAFF!
Time Zone: -
Sample RP:
Was it so wrong, to refuse to eat? It had been two days since the last time Kaija opened his mouth, too sad to even eat anything. He wanted to die, to end everything. He had lost everything anyway; it was tragic, people said, how he came home only to see all his family was dead... They pitying him, but none actually mean it. He could see it from their eyes. He was just another kid who lost his parents at war, nothing special about his case. Like the others he will be sent out from the country as soon as he was healing and there was a possibility he will never see his country again. Not that he mind, he would do anything to forget everything behind and start a new life.
But how could he do it when the only thing he ever knew was his life here? Now there was nothing left for him and he had to start fresh somewhere else, in a country he never been before, full with people whose language he couldn't understand. How could they expect him to start when there was nothing to start with? He curled on his bed while pulling the blanket around his frail, bruised torso. Kaija hated the idea of being hopeless, but at this state he couldn't do much. He looked at the nightstand next to his bed, where the nurse had left a small bowl of porridge earlier, and with a shaking hand he reached for it.
No matter how he hated being dependent, he knew he must survive. He must get out from this place where hell's broke loose and his only chance was going across the sea to the land of hope. Maybe things will be better there.
How did you happen to find our board?: just, stumbled upon it.