Post by KRYSTAL KNIGHT on Oct 12, 2012 4:36:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]BOO FULL NAME: Krystal Lüsi Knight ALIAS: Krys DATE OF BIRTH: 21-04-1993 AGE: 19 OCCUPATION: Freelance Photographer/Fashion Designer SEXUALITY: Straight PLAY BY: Kerti Pahk TOURIST [style=background-color: #65727A; border: 10px solid #65727A; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me Krystal was always “too big” for the city she was raised in. Despite being born in the biggest city in the country, her ideas and talents lay far beyond the country life she was born into. Krystal’s mother died giving birth to her and when the phone call made it to her father, it was a shock. This was the first time he’d heard about the child. He flew to New York to collect her and found himself staring down at the spitting image of her mother. Having known the girl whose virginity he’d taken quite well, he didn’t need a blood test to know she belonged to him. [/style]But sudden fatherhood wasn’t that easy for the twenty-three year old man who was addicted to cocaine and generally had a different girl in his bed every night. Overnight, he became the father of a little girl and all that had to stop. He took her back to Rome with him to raise her. It was difficult at first, especially since he had to quit cocaine but he had help of his cousin, his mother and a very good woman. The little blonde girl was great at making impressions and even at a young age, she left an impression on an entire community. Her father was with local search and rescue and owned the local fishing and hunting shop so Krystal met a lot of people and she left a big impression on all of them. The little toe head would sit on her daddy’s counter when she was just two years old with her dress all wrapped around her and a bright smile on her face. Even from a young age, Krystal had a taste for fashion. Her father would let her dress herself and while she was quite attached to her little red rain boots, the rest of her clothes suited each other. She had a knack for putting together outfits and as she got older, she started drawing clothes. Finally she got the courage to ask her father to let her take some sewing classes and the product was her first outfit which was created almost entirely by herself. Obviously her unmentionables and her socks were factory made. Krystal was the shining light of the community. She smiled at everyone and gave everyone a chance despite their reputation. That’s how she met Owen Schraft and the rest of the Schraft family. One fall when the leaves were making their yearly decent to the ground, Krystal was out taking pictures. While kneeling down to take a picture of a foal frolicking in the field, she suddenly found herself on the ground. She held onto her camera for dear life because it’d been expensive and she her father didn’t have the money to replace it. Looking up, there was Owen, apologizing profusely and pulling her up to her feet. From that point on, the pair was close. Krystal was clearly smitten with the older boy. When she was fourteen, she gave herself to him. Yea, she knows she was young but she wasn’t going to let some older girl come in and take him away just because they’d give him sex and she wouldn’t. That night, on a blanket in the cool summer air, Owen became Krystal’s first. Of course no night is complete without an interruption from a brother and while they lay on the blanket, naked to the world, Dylan had wandered out with a flashlight to find them; Owen shielded Krystal’s naked body with his own. They got dressed and Owen carried the aching girl to the front of the house, setting her down outside so that she could walk in on her own two feet. There is an unspoken language between people who are close to each other and without saying a thing, the brothers knew with one glance what had happened. Maybe it was the light blush to Krystal’s cheeks, the sheepish grin on Owen’s lips or the look Dylan have given the boys but they knew. From that point on, every time Owen touched her, Krystal wanted to drag him off for sex. When Krystal was fifteen, they had a little pregnancy scare when Krystal was two months late with two pink lines. She convinced Owen, who was seventeen at the time, not to start breaking the news to anyone till they got an ultrasound and two days before they went to the doctor’s, she started her period. They still went to the doctor’s to make sure everyone was fine and confirmed it as just a scare. When Owen’s father died, Krystal was there for him the best she could. It was a very difficult time in their relationship because he seemed distant and no matter how she tried, things just weren’t getting any easier and just as things started to look up again, Owen broke his neck while doing some yard work and he died. Just like that, Krystal’s whole world was torn from her. There was a light that use to shine bright in Krystal’s eyes that burned out the day she stood graveside and watched them lower Owen’s casket into the ground. There use to be a life in her that’s no longer there but she never walked away from the Schrafts. She stayed to help out around the place because they were like her second family. She’s come to Myrtle Beach to find Haiden and make sure that he is ok. |
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