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Kimberlee-Ann Dysus
Just a cute undead girl, nothing special~
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Tauvyr Tavern
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Jinx911
Description
Personality
Kimberlee-Ann is a sometimes a shy girl, sometimes outspoken and creative. Though she appears as if she would be the typical unattainable girl next door, she isn't. She seeks love, though is always afraid she will ruin it. She ruins it for herself, believing that her being undead would lead to whomever she ends up with becoming disatisfied with her, or the fact that she will just out'live'. them...
Equipment
A hunting knife.
So begins...
Kimberlee-Ann Dysus's Story
Kimberlee-Ann Dysus walked slowly unto Gambit's bar, the undead, yet still pretty young woman balancing on a pair of black platform heels. Her skin was various shades of dead blue, patched together with thick stiches for durability. Her outfit was a black skirt, and a pink top, to match the bows on her limp black pigtails. Her navy blue eyes surveyed the bar, arms crossed over her chest as she pouted. Why did she have to do this test, she told Master she sounded ridiculous, but he told her, no, INSISTED, she do it. Test your vocal cords dear, it will be tough for a while, but once you get used to them you will talk as you once did. Pfft, she blew up her bangs with a dismissive puff.
Kimberlee-Ann looked over to the girl who had addressed her, moving slowly at first, as if still not used to operating her body... Though she had had a year to adjust to it. ¨Ha... halo.¨ she said, straining to say the single word, and the accent made it sound wrong! Her vocal cords would take getting used to. With a small pout she rubbed her throat, before looking to Chek. She shook her head, making her soft black hair swish with the movement. ¨No. Tank you...¨ She wanted to grab her pigtails and yank hard, she hated how she sounded! She wasn't foreign!
Kimberlee pouted, closing her eyes for a moment. She had to force the accent out, she just had to! ¨Kimberlee... Kimberlee-Ann.¨ she said clearly, looking a little more please. Now. Now THAT was like it. But, it was just her name. She sat down carefully, her heels hooking against the bottom rung. ¨Nayme?¨ she asked, keeping her cool when it slipped back in a little.
Kimberlee shook her head, looking confused. ¨No... I hev not. Is sometink wrong?¨ she asked, seeing how her tone and eyes changed in almost an instant. It worried her even.
Kimberlee-Ann looked around at everyone drinking, or eating. She missed that, she truely did... to taste food like she once had. Now, it didn't hold any purpose... ¨Is this Alex... dangerous?¨ she asked, fingers inching towards the menu. She could just order a drink... but what was the point. Everything about her appearance made it clear she was undead. What was the point in fruitlessly trying to hide it?
Kimberlee-Ann fell silent. She was very good at it, when she shut her mouth, not a sound could be heard from her, not even from someone with the greatest hearing. She was still. Cold. And feeling rather unwanted. She slid from her seat then with a click as her heels hit the floor, and she balanced herself. What to do, what to do...
Kimberlee-Ann, after standing there looking like a rejected lonely foold started to head for the door. She was going to ask Master for new vocal cords... she didn't like these ones! Or atleast ask him to find someone to enchant them in GOOD english, not russian english!
Kimberlee-Ann returned to Gambit's looking in a MUCH better mood. Her new vocal cords would take some getting used to, but thank goodness for Master. He was a kind man... She was dressed in a black mini dress, knee hight black leather boots, and her hair was tied back in the same pink ribboned pigtails. Her navy blue eyes looked around the bar as she rubbed a cold, blue patchwork arm, feeling the stiches absentmindedly as she glanced around. She had no friends here. And she saw no others like herself...
Kimberlee frowned. Why did she come here...? It was like she was a ghost when she came in! She was dead... hmm. That was the problem, wasn't it...? She was a dead girl, who wanted to hand around a corpse? Only Master... Master was her friend. She hung her head slowly, before turning around and hurrying out of the bar. He would cheer her up with a good video game or two.
Kimberlee-Ann Dysus returned to Gambit's, despite how she had felt leaving the other day. She had earbuds lodged in her ears, listening to a song that made her look at it ironically. Forever Young. ¨Do you really want to live forever? Forever, forever... or never?¨ She sang, the undead girl walking through the room right to the bar where she placed herself on a stool, feet resting on the bottom run. She was dressed in a black tank top, and dark blue skinny jeans, her sandals pink like the bows tieing her long black hair in pigtails. Master was always doting on her with gifts, the ipod she was listening to the newest. She kept singing to herself, locked away in her own little world as she fiddled with a bracelet on her blue patchwork wrist.
Kimberlee looked around after finished singing, there was nobody she recognized, not that she had friends here yet. Well... not exactly like she fit in. She did not eat, or drink, and she was quite obviously different.
Kimberlee heard the man ask for a whiskey. Hey... buying people a drink was a good way to start talking with someone, wasn't it? She turned to the menu, looking through the drinks until she found it, then tapped in the order. She wanted to make friends, she didn't want to be the lonely dead girl... She didn't want Master to be her only friend. Once it arrived she fished out her wallet from the purse she had carried in with her, and paid for it, lifting it in her hand and taking a deep breath. Smile, be nice, it will be just fine! You can do this Kimberlee! She finally moved over after a few moments, intent on handing the drink to him, saying hi, and seeing where it went! There were so many ways a person could take in a dead girl offering a drink.
Kimberlee had a 'dear-caught-in-the-headlights look' as they both said hi, bowing her head for a moment before reminding herself what she was trying to do. ¨H-Hi... uh... you wanted a drink...?¨ she said, holding out the whiskey to Anton in her cold hands. So far so good, nobody was freaking out!
Kimberlee-Ann smiled a little more. ¨I'm Kimberlee-Ann. Nice to meet you both, a-and no problem, I hope you enjoy the drink!¨ This wasn't so bad! She could talk to people, people could like her!
Kimberlee nodded, sitting down. She could do this, when she was alive she had alot of friends! She could do this again... but it was so much more different when you were dead. Or, correctly, UNdead... ¨Thanks, and I am new here... Not alot of people seem to notice me when I come in, with how quiet I am. Like a ghost, heh heh!¨ Don't ramble, she reminded herself. Gosh she hated being nervous!
Kimberlee-Ann looked between the two. ¨O-Oh, um, would you like me to leave you two...?¨ she asked, seeing Anton lean on Thea's wings. To her, a sign of affection. She didn't want to interrupt!
Kimberlee-Ann smiled sweetly. ¨Oh so sorry! I just... you look kind of cozy together.¨ she had made a mistake, but Thea seemed to be fine!
Kimberless-Ann, rubbed her arm. This made her nervous... People didn't like undead people!" She could just say... that it was a curse or something. But lieing to someone you were trying to make friends with wasn't a good thing. ¨Well... normally my kind don't come out much... people don't accept the undead very well...¨ She closed her eyes, read for some sort of negative reaction.
Kimberlee-Ann smiled a little then, she felt happier for sure. ¨Erm... Like... zombie undead, but not quite... Master never explained it. I am dead, and... not all of this skin is mine, Master had to do some work to restore me.¨ She never really asked.
Kimberlee looked up slowly as she heard something, before she got up. ¨S-Sorry... I have to go.¨ she looked worried, before hurrying out of the bar, flip flops slapping against the floor as she rushed.
Kimberlee-Ann Dysus came stroming into the bar with a heavy frown on her face, her hands balled into fists at her sides as she glared at the floor. Her fingers were covered in blood, her pink and black striped arm warmers stained as well. How dare that man outside have said such a mean thing! She knew she was dead, she knew it... but... couldn't a dead girl walk down the street without having someone throw rude comments at her?! Well, he wouldn't say that anymore... She sat down at the bar, quiet for a few moments before what she had done sank into her little undead brain... and she cried. She KILLED someone! Oh god Master was going to be so angry, and there would be police, and what about his family, if he had any!
Kimberlee-Ann sniffled, rubbing her eyes against one of her arm warmers, smearing a little blood over her eyelids and the side of her cheek. ¨Nooo! I've been bad, Master is going to be so very angry with me! He told me not to hurt anyone and I diiiiiid!¨ she sobbed, reaching for the napkin dispenser and sliding it over. She was going to need them.
Kimberlee-Ann looked down at her hands, those cold blue lifeless hands... So capable of taking anothers life away. ¨I'm horrible! Why didn't master just leave me dead...¨ she frowned, beginning to tug at the stitches that kept her hand attached. It didn't hurt physically to do something like this... her skin was numb to pain... but the pain of being called a flesh eating monster... it hurt unlike anything she could remember!
Kimberlee-Ann stopped, remembering another rule she had promised to follow... no deconstructing herself in anyway, even if it didn't hurt, and even if it could easily be repaired. She pouted, like a child who had been scolded. Being undead was so hard! She wasn't pretty like she had been alive... she couldn't eat, or drink like everyone else, she couldn't blend either... And people were so very judgemental! She just wanted to be alive, she wanted a boyfriend again like Tom! Someone who said she was pretty, and creative, and funny... Why hadn't Master remade Tom too...? So many things to think of..
Kimberlee-Ann Dysus walked out of the restroom, having just finished fixing her pigtails, and adjusting a few minor things. She didn't look up, keeping her navy blue eyes on the floor as she walked to the counter, and sat down, barely making a sound. She crossed her arms on the counter top, and buried her face in them, rather resigned. Why did she keep coming here? Because Master was getting strange... and because she wanted to make other friends. Being dead SUCKED!