Post by DESIREE KENNEDY on Aug 7, 2012 1:07:03 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;]HALEYCAT FULL NAME: desiree sage kennedy ALIAS: desi DATE OF BIRTH: 19 oct 1991 AGE: 21 OCCUPATION: waitress/illegal street racer SEXUALITY: straight PLAY BY: antoinette nikprelaj TOURIST [style=background-color: #664340; border: 10px solid #664340; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: #ABA291; text-align: center;]all about me my entire life has been about speed. my father was a nascar racer, running on the circuts and causing the family to move around quite a bit in order to go from race to race so basically, I lived in a moving trailer my entire life. I never really had a true hometown as we went wherever he was called and that was not a problem for me. I grew up around cars, learned to fix a tire when I was eight and I could get an engine revving when I was twelve. I know the parts of a car backward and forward and in a way, I followed my father’s footsteps. I’m a street racer, dangerous and driven but I don’t think people know that when they see me in broad daylight in a waitress uniform. you could never guess that my life is all about cars but I will stop and stare at one if i’m passing by beaut of a vehicle. I’m balanced and skilled in handling at least six plates at one time which put me up in seniority. I was homeschooled my entire life, I did not have many friends and those that I did make were off the friend list on facebook not even two months later as I continued to move from place to place with my family. I guess I should introduce them, since they did help to mold me: [/style]bruce kennedy: my father, my hero and my inspiration for everything that is cars and racing. I strived to be a nascar racer but found the track a little too…plain. I wanted something more exciting and though I still race in those small town track races with beat up cars, my father has no idea about my other racing but he’s supportive of what he thinks I do to make money. I hate lying to him but I know that it’s the only way to keep him from being so disappointed in me, and he would be if you knew that I was illegally racing. he’s kind and gentle, like a teddy bear but his appearance is anything but and I would say that I am truly a daddy’s girl. he is six foot five, tall, covered in sleeve tattoos, he has a beard that is slowly tuning grey from the stress of the family life that we have and his own job and he still races. being forty-two has not slowed down this guy at all. he keeps in shape and though i’m old enough to be on my own, my father still pops in unannounced sometimes just to make sure that I am good. anne marie kennedy, a dutch immigrant oddly enough because I hardly look dutch but my latin blood shines through just a little more. my mother is the stricter of the two and was always hellbent on homework before auto lessons, homework before bed, brush my teeth before eating (weird, I know) but I would like to say that I am a lot like her. I’m strict myself, I’m not cut throat as I can take it or leave it and other people’s lives is their own business and yes, I do judge like my mother and pretty harshly but first impressions mean nothing to me, unlike her. she is loving and maternal, knowing exactly what is best for her kids and for others and putting that above herself—which I don’t do. i’m pretty selfish in that aspect as I take care of number one, besides my family, and everyone else can basically go suck a gold ball if they so wish. she was a groupie apparently in the olden days and then slowly turned into a manager and then met my dad, had kids..lalala…the whole thing happened pretty fast for them apparently but i’ve never seen two people more in love in my life…kind of wish I could find that one day. kenneth kennedy or ken ken, kk, as I call him is my older brother by one year and he never lets me forget it. he’s not a street racer, at least not with cars. if you are into the xxx games and whatnot, you will know this name quite well as he is a racer of all kinds. he does motorcross mostly and highly competitive which is where I get my competitive spirit from because him and I area always competing. we currently live together as my parents would not have let me not attend college and not actually have someone there to support me and he does—in all aspects. he is the only family member that knows about my street racing and though he is not a fan, he comes out to the races and cheers me on and man, he loves watching the faces of the new comers when they find out that I’m a girl. that’s really it, my family is my building blocks and a piece of their personality is in me for sure. I’m competitive as hell and I never back down from a bet not matter how low my chances are. I will do any dare that is given to me because that’s the kind of girl that I am, I’m not really loyal though because I have my alliegience to myself and my family and that’s really it. you have to earn my trust to really learn anything about me and I am a girl that will kick anyone’s ass no matter how big if they talk about my family—talk about my friends all you want because I know that they can take care of themselves and are usually there to hear it—but talk about my family and you are dealing a whole new set of cars. my car is my baby but that must be a given at this point and I don’t take well to it being touched by strangers just because it’s a “beaut” as I have heard with a low whistle—which could be directed at me too. I’m not a bad looking girl and I don’t have a low self-esteem as I know that I can move my latin hips in all the right ways if the right beats comes on and I know how to sway them to get just the right attention. but I’m not overly confident about my looks, as in, my reflection is not at all what I am looking at when I am in my car and staring into the rearview mirror. as I looked in the rearview mirror last time, it was driving away from my parent’s rv and my older brother was driving the car which I hate—I can’t be a passenger but he insisted that I would get us arrested if I drove…and my mother agreed. but now we are here, I found a circuit pretty fast that knew nothing of me and my brother found his own but we still live together, we eat dinners together and we are still a family. I love him to death but I just wish he would stay out of my business and focus on his own life but I guess, we can’t all be winners. |
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