Post by katherine marie hunter on Jun 6, 2010 12:03:08 GMT -7
welcome to Camp Rock,
[/font]KATHERINE MARIE HUNTER
[/center]IT WON'T BE LONG TILL THE SUMMERS GONE
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NICKNAMES: Kat.
AGE: seventeen
BIRTH DATE: April 7th 1991
HOMETOWN: town you come from
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP: Singer
FACE CLAIM: Selena Gomez
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HOLD ON TIGHT, IT'S A CRAZY NIGHT
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DISLIKES: arrogant jerks, guys who think their all that, bullies, stupid questions, people who ask stupid questions, bad movies, and being yelled at
PERSONALITY:
Kat is very well-rounded. She will be nice, if you’re nice, but she can be a complete b*itch if you treat her badly. She has a lot of personality traits. She can go from nice, to helpful, to generous, to quiet, to shy, to brave, to innocent, to angry, to mean. Her personality usually depends on her day. So she can be quiet one minute and loud the next. When meeting new people, sometimes she can be overly talkative if she's nervous. All that it means is that she's just trying to impress you. Sooner or later, she'll feel more comfortable and start acting like herself again. Or if there are a lot of things rumbling through her mind, she is dead silent. It won’t make a difference if you disturb her because she wouldn’t be able to hear you if she’s concentrating on something. She isn’t easily distracted. So if you’re trying to distract her, just give up. She’s very helpful and generous. If she sees that you’re in desperate need, you won’t even need to say a word and she will be there for you. If you need someone to talk to, Kat’s the girl. What ever the time it is, if you need someone, she will be there. If she sees that an elderly needing help carrying groceries or something, she will help- even if she doesn’t know them. Katherine loves to help, whatever it is, she will do, unless it¡¦s something illegal- That, she will not do. It’s very hard for her to not help. Sometimes she even has trouble refusing requests.
FAMILY:
mother – Stephanie Marie Hunter, 52
Father – Daniel Sean Hunter, 48
Sisters- Hunter, 17, Breland Hunter, 17
Brother - Hunter , 15
HISTORY:
Katherine Marie Hunter was the last triplet born to Stephanie and Daniel Hunter on April seventh, 1991, in Dallas, Texas. She grew up in a large house with her sisters and when they were two years old their little brother ---- ---- Hunter was born. She was the quiet one out of the girls in her family and she's always been the closest to her younger brother, and a bit of a daddy's girl. Growing up her mother was the one who influenced her into singing, she always sang around the house and encouraged her children to follow their hearts and dreams. She met her best friend Monroe in kindergarden and they've been close ever since.
Her father on the other hand was the one who taught her how to play the guitar, and the piano, and when she was fourteen she started playing the clarinet. Over the years she hasn't fought much with her sister Breland, they mostly fight over clothes and small things, but every time she fights with her other sister it's almost as if world war three had began. Her other Sister Hunter is the reason they had even come to Camp rock. Kat wanted to stay home this summer and hand out with her best friend Monroe, but with the constant nagging of her sisters to their parents to allow them to go, and the constant nagging of her sisters for her to go, she really had no choice.
After complaining to her best friend Monroe about having to go to camp rock and leaving him, he convinced his parents to let him go with the triplets and their brother and now they are all here at camp rock.
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GIVE IN, OR GET OUT
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AGE: 18
TIMEZONE: GMT - mountain.
RANDOM FACT: My favorite food is Macaroni and cheese with ketchup
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE:
The sounds 'Bouncing off the walls again' By Sugarcult filled Amanda's room, waking the seventeen year old from her sleep. a groan escaped Mandy's lips as she slowly opened her eyes and sat up. She was not in the mood for school, so early in the morning. She sat up in her bed and ran a hand through her hair before getting up completely. Amanda made her way over to her stereo and turned the music up a bit louder. Apparently this was her song of the day. Amanda made her way to the bathroom and got in the shower and let the warm water wash over her for a moment before cleaning herself and washing her hair. She had to be in there for over an hour before she finally shut the water off and walked out wrapping a towel around her body. Mandy rang out her brown, slightly more red hair and headed to her closet. She looked for something to wear for the day and finally decided on a pair of faded dark jeans, a random designed tank top and a pair of black Roxy shoes. She dressed quickly throwing on a few random accessorizes and blew her hair out with a blow dryer before heading down for breakfast.
When she reached the kitchen her foster mother and brother were already sitting down eating. Amanda smiled at them and retched over grabbing her brothers glass of orange juice and taking a sip. "Thanks Jason." She told him as he glared at her and threw a piece of toast at her head. Amanda dodged it quickly and rolled her eyes at him, he was nineteen and still acting like a loser. "Real mature." She told him with a roll of her eyes as a honk echoed from outside. "Crap." She muttered and grabbed a yogurt from the fridge. She kissed her mother on the cheek and ruffled her brothers hair, causing him to yell out in protest as she left the house. Amanda smiled at her best friend Stacy as she got into her black Jaguar and was immediately handed a Carmel caramel macchiato from Starbucks, where her friend worked. "Thanks she said with a smile before the two headed off to the dungeon they called school.
Amanda lived about ten minutes away so it hadn't taken them long to arrive. She and Stacy headed to their group of friends for a while before the bell rang signaling them to head to their first class. Amanda bid good bye to her friends and headed to the hell whole that was Pre-Calculus. The day lasted on for what felt like forever to the girl, she was passing most of her classes with B's, but honestly she was defiantly over going to school every day and the drama that came with high school even it was her senior year. She was mostly just psyched to leave already and go to collage. Most of the people she hang around with at her school she'd known since elementary school and was in the mood to meet new people and see new places, New York was absolutely beautiful, but she just wasn't into being there any more. Half of the day was filled with classes she didn't care about, but she continued on with the day as it was.
By the time she had came to her last class, the only class she shared with Stacy, she was a little bit happier. Out of All her classes this was the only one Amanda was actually doing badly in. History taught by the incredibly hot Mr. George, which was probably why she was doing so badly. She wasn't interested in History much at all so that was of course a factor, but who really could concentrate when someone as hot as her teacher was teaching. Amanda rolled her eyes at her own thoughts as she closed her locker and headed off to class. For the first time in a while she just wasn't in the mood to go to History. "Hey Mandy!" She herd the energetic voice of Stacy as she joined her. "Hey Stace." She said with a smile as they walked down the halls together and talked about nothing. She ran a hand through her hair as she walked and they finally reached the class room. The two girls walked inside and took their normal seats in the back of the class just as the bell rang.
When she reached the kitchen her foster mother and brother were already sitting down eating. Amanda smiled at them and retched over grabbing her brothers glass of orange juice and taking a sip. "Thanks Jason." She told him as he glared at her and threw a piece of toast at her head. Amanda dodged it quickly and rolled her eyes at him, he was nineteen and still acting like a loser. "Real mature." She told him with a roll of her eyes as a honk echoed from outside. "Crap." She muttered and grabbed a yogurt from the fridge. She kissed her mother on the cheek and ruffled her brothers hair, causing him to yell out in protest as she left the house. Amanda smiled at her best friend Stacy as she got into her black Jaguar and was immediately handed a Carmel caramel macchiato from Starbucks, where her friend worked. "Thanks she said with a smile before the two headed off to the dungeon they called school.
Amanda lived about ten minutes away so it hadn't taken them long to arrive. She and Stacy headed to their group of friends for a while before the bell rang signaling them to head to their first class. Amanda bid good bye to her friends and headed to the hell whole that was Pre-Calculus. The day lasted on for what felt like forever to the girl, she was passing most of her classes with B's, but honestly she was defiantly over going to school every day and the drama that came with high school even it was her senior year. She was mostly just psyched to leave already and go to collage. Most of the people she hang around with at her school she'd known since elementary school and was in the mood to meet new people and see new places, New York was absolutely beautiful, but she just wasn't into being there any more. Half of the day was filled with classes she didn't care about, but she continued on with the day as it was.
By the time she had came to her last class, the only class she shared with Stacy, she was a little bit happier. Out of All her classes this was the only one Amanda was actually doing badly in. History taught by the incredibly hot Mr. George, which was probably why she was doing so badly. She wasn't interested in History much at all so that was of course a factor, but who really could concentrate when someone as hot as her teacher was teaching. Amanda rolled her eyes at her own thoughts as she closed her locker and headed off to class. For the first time in a while she just wasn't in the mood to go to History. "Hey Mandy!" She herd the energetic voice of Stacy as she joined her. "Hey Stace." She said with a smile as they walked down the halls together and talked about nothing. She ran a hand through her hair as she walked and they finally reached the class room. The two girls walked inside and took their normal seats in the back of the class just as the bell rang.
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