Chaucer, Kathleen Elizabeth Dec 2, 2013 18:02:05 GMT -5
Post by KATHLEEN ELIZABETH CHAUCER on Dec 2, 2013 18:02:05 GMT -5
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OH, HAI THERE! I'M CHERRY AND IT IS MY PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR 5 YEARS SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO. YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME? HIT ME UP AT PM ME AND I'LL TRY TO GET BACK TO YOU.
FULL NAMEKathleen Elizabeth chaucer
BIRTHDAY may seventh
SUBJECT(S) drawing and painting
Cut in a free flowing, wavy style that reaches to her shoulder blades and can usually be seen placed up in a messy bun, Kathleen has hair as dark as a raven and as soft as rabbit fur. Despite its messy look, she takes exceptional care of her hair, making sure that it is healthy and well protected. Paired with expressive green eyes that are framed by long lashes and constantly lined with thick liner, Kathleen has an exotic look that is surprising of someone from Rhode Island. Her high cheekbones give her an aristocratic look and her skin, slightly tanned from days spent outside as a young girl, only help with this exotic look. Her relatively tall height of 5’9 ½” and naturally slim figure only help to finish off her unique appearance.
Her makeup, as well, plays on this look. She can usually be seen in heavy eye makeup, using dark liner and mascara to bring out her eyes, blush to accentuate her cheekbones, and lip gloss or lipstick to finish her look and make her look presentable; she can no longer leave the house without makeup on. When it comes to her outfits though, Kathleen is far from exotic. In fact, she can be down-right boring sometimes. When not dressed in her school attire, which usually consists of either dress pants, skirts, dresses, nice jeans, and cardigans to cover her many tattoos that cover her arms, shoulder blades, and lower back with flowers and birds, Kathleen can be seen in any old tee shirt and ratty jeans, with either one or both being paint stained. For Kathleen, anything comfortable, cheap, and casual enough to get dirty works just fine. These are just her everyday clothes though; if she were to go out with her friends or do something more than just go to the store, work outside, or just laze around the house, she has a fair amount of nice tops and jeans to wear out.
Art, drawing, painting, history, her children, her job, tattoos, jazz music, rap music, Christmas music, alternative music, oreos, artistic movies, musicals, Disney, fiction, watercolor, makeup, gardening, hiking, decorating, helping people, art museums, Fransisco de Goya, Van Gogh, poetry, food
Pablo Picasso, cubism, coloring outside the lines, messing up art, physical exercise, country music, the blues, bluegrass, death, adjusting to change, prejudice, rudeness, non-fiction books, how to books, bridges, Grease, when people say they can’t do art, squash, valentine’s day, driving at night, boats, yelling, fighting
Carefree, easy going, fun loving, chill teaching style, accepting, good listener, nonjudgmental, optimistic, cooking, passive, hardly ever raises her voice
Envious, jealousy, possessive, protective, speaks her mind, reclusive on valentine’s day, excessively worries about her children, spoils her children, maybe too passive
For the most part, Kathleen is a very easy person to get along; she’s friendly, she loves having fun, and she’s incredibly passive. If she happens to be upset with someone, except for when it comes to her children, she is much more likely to just let something happen than to fight with the offender. When it comes to her children, though, she will not stand for any talk-back or rude behavior. Though she spoiled them growing up, getting them what was in her power to give them and showering them with love, she made sure she disciplined them as well as she could. There was absolutely no way that she was going to have a misbehaving child in her home. Thankfully though, she hardly ever fights with people, as she really does enjoy just having funny. Plus, her carefree attitude is hard to ruffle, as she usually just lets things go easily and doesn’t take things to heart. Very few things actual anger her, with the major one being offenses against her family and her best friend. Kathleen is very protective of her children and Ellen and if you have something to say about any of them, then you had better make sure that you can say it to her as well, and she is not one you would like to have as your enemy; though she is beautiful, she is frightening to see angered.
When it comes to Ellen, though, she can also be very possessive. Long ago, the two had sworn to stay single together, as they had both had unhappy experiences, and Kathleen had taken that pact to heart. She had sworn off men, both because of her constant pain caused by the death of her husband, a pain that leaves her depressed and unable to function every valentine’s day, and because of her promise to Ellen, but it seems that her friend had not done the same. Seeing Ellen in a happy relationship, Kathleen is of course happy for her and she will always be there to support her, but she also feels betrayed and hurt. It’s a complicated emotion. She tends to take to art to vent her frustration, seeing as she doesn’t have a lover to complain to, she can’t really talk to her kids about something like this, and she obviously can’t talk to her best friend about it. So, she creates art in the attic of her home, which she made a converted art studio.
Surprisingly enough, Kathleen is from a relatively well-off family, having been born into one of the wealthiest and oldest families in the small town of Wentworth, with her mother a well-known socialite and stage actress and her father the owner of several chain restaurants in the area. As an actress, Kathleen’s mother was hardly ever home, having to live in New York to be close to her work, and despite his close work, her father was also hardly ever home, leaving her to be raised by the staff who ran the home. She was raised in the Rhode Island country side in a manor that was miles outside of town; having been so far away from anyone else, as well as an only child, Kathleen was forced to entertain herself with things that she could do on her own. When it wasn’t raining, Kathleen would be missing from the house from the moment she woke till it was dark outside, only stopping by the house when it was time for lunch and dinner. When it rained, she often stayed in a designated play room, drawing and coloring and playing with the paint, making sure to never make a mess when she was old enough to know how to keep her station clean. She was forced to enjoy the outdoors and her own imagination up until it was time for her to go to kindergarten when she was sent to town every day to attend school, though she was picked up immediately after school.
Kathleen could honestly say that all the way through high school, she enjoyed school and hated to miss a day, even when she was practically dead on her feet with an illness. She loved being around people, she loved learning, she loved the fiction collection that the libraries had, so much different from the classics and non-fiction collection her parents kept in their own library. With her carefree attitude and the enjoyment she got from simply being around others, she was quite popular; she loved talking to people, she always appreciated company, she accepted everybody and she was always there to listen to those who needed advise. Being around people that she had known since she started her schooling and experiencing this life, so different from the first six years of her life, she was beyond grievous when she graduated to continue her schooling in a collegiate institution.
Being from a rich family, Kathleen was expected to go to a renowned university and with her grades and prestige, she was accepted into the art education program at Carnegie Mellon University. Though she had been nervous applying for the prestigious school, the many awards that she had earned for her art in both local and state wide competitions, as well her near constant volunteer service at her local animal shelter, had helped to earn her spot in the program. To say that she was ecstatic about her acceptance and her parents approval of her school of choice, despite their hesitance about her field of choice, would be an understatement and it was with an satisfied attitude that she moved in to her dorm her freshman year. Trying to make her parents proud and trying to prove that she had made a good decision, Kathleen attended her classes and participated with a fervor that gained her favor with her professors, making her the picture of a model student. That isn’t to say, however, that she didn’t know how to have fun. Different from her high school experience, she attended parties with her new friends and gained a new appreciation for alcohol. This life style of perfect student by day and fun-loving college girl by night continued for two years and it was at one of the parties that she participated in with her friend, a party that involved way too much tequila and spiced rum that she met a young man named Nathaniel.
To Kathleen, Nathaniel was like no man that she had ever met; he was funny, he was considerate, he was a great conversation, and he was perfect in her eyes. They had met at the beginning of the party, before she became overly acquainted with her choice beverages, and the two had a noticeable chemistry from the beginning. Flirting more than her friends had ever seen from her, Kathleen and Nathaniel exchanged numbers early on, as he had to leave not long after their meeting, and she spent the rest of the party thinking about him. It was several days later, as she was still trying to piece together what had transpired over that night, that she received a call, the phone that she kept in her dorm room ringing loudly and disturbing her studying. Curious at the unknown number, she answered and a friendly hello quickly led to a several hour long conversation and an invitation to a movie the following night. Needless to say, the movie went well and it was at the young age of twenty, as a junior in college, that Kathleen had met her soulmate. They two dated steadily for a year and half before Nathaniel asked for her hand in marriage and with her parents blessing, the two were married months later. Having moved to Wentworth so that Kathleen could be closer to her parents, the two had established a decent living, with Kathleen acting as her father’s secretary until she could find a teaching job and with Nathaniel working as her father’s right hand man. They were happy together, just the two of them, until she was twenty-three, when the two welcomed their first child.
The two were elated to have their son and Nathaniel could not have been a better father; he doted on his son and took care of him throughout the night just as much as Kathleen did, something she appreciated, as the equal work helped let her sleep some nights as well. It was a year later that the two welcomed their daughter, and it was then that Kathleen truly felt her family was complete. Growing up, she had always dreamed of the perfect family, with one son and one daughter and a husband that loved her as much as she loved him, and she had actually found it; she was in heaven and she couldn’t be happier. It all changed, however, the Valentine’s Day two years after their daughter was born. Being the loving husband, he had taken her out for a nice dinner and a musical for Valentine’s Day, leaving the kids with a baby sitter. It had been a perfect night and the musical and dinner were fantastic, but there was an accident on the way home. It was dark and being careful, Nathaniel had been driving slow and keeping an eye on the road, but that still didn’t help him notice the deer quickly enough.
Not seeing it until it was too late, Nathaniel tried to swerve around the large mammal, clipping it with the left side of the front bumper as her moved around it. However, in doing this, the car slid off the pavement, moving forward quickly before making contact with a tree. Kathleen woke up in the hospital a full day later, suffering from several broken bones and a severe concussion. However, she was the only one to wake up; Nathaniel, not having a seat belt on for the short drive home, was launched from the car. They said he died on impact, that he didn’t feel a thing, though Kathleen didn’t know if she could believe that. With the loss of her husband, she felt a hole open up in her heart and she suffered for several years. Thanks to her wealthy family, she was able to hire someone to take care of her children throughout the day and her father, understanding her new position, raised her salary so that she may be able to live comfortably on only her income for the next few years.
It was a rough period of time for Kathleen; she became reclusive, only spending time working for her father, taking care of her children, and painting into the early hours of the morning. It wasn’t until her children were in their later years of elementary school that she began to snap out of it and open up more. She applied for a teaching position at the local high school, something that she had meant to do years before, and got a position as the 2D art teacher, though she kept working for her father on the weekends to help make up for a teacher’s salary. Being surrounded by people once more, Kathleen opened up more and more until she was back to what she used to be, friendly and carefree; it helped once Ellen arrived at the school, as she was something of a kindred spirit, and the two quickly formed a bond. Ellen really helped her become more like she used to be, and probably couldn’t have completely come back to the way she used to be. Because of all the help that received from Ellen through her rough times, Kathleen is very protective of her and very possessive of her, so it is very hard for her to completely accept Lawson as deserving of her.