CKay McClenahan

[CKay McClenahan]

Name::
Caroline Kay [CKay, unless you want a good beating] McClenahan

Age::
Eighteen.

Status::
Single.

Likes::
The Phantom of the Opera. France [Paris, especially]. deviantART.com. Phanfics. Wicked. Musicals in general. Music boxes. Piano. Tuba. Her violin. Trombone. Cotton scented candles. Running. Softball. Basketball. Cats. Dogs. Horses. Hamsters. Chinchillas. Aliens. Blink-182. My Chemical Romance. Her “got mask?” hoodie, and “Erik For President” t-shirt. Her “Thing 1” hoodie [her sister, Katrina, had the matching one that said “Thing 2”]. Books. Acting. Singing. Dancing. Sneakers. Markers. Drawing. The Fine Arts. Bracelets. Cartoons. Her cat, Ayesha. Anime: Naruto, Fullmetal Alchemist, Fruits Basket, Prince of Tennis, Sailor Moon [her friend got her hooked on it]. Vietnamese food. Sushi. Scribbling in magazines. Leaving random comments on the restaurants “How are we doing?” slips. Calling the “how’s my driving” number on bumper stickers. Reading license plates. Bass guitar. Pokèmon! YouTube. Inside jokes. Blankets. Sleeping. Giraffes. Zebras. Tigers. Lions. Stripes. Soccer.

Dislikes::
Splinters. Eraser dust. Lint. Butterflies. Fakes. Liars. Cheaters. Manipulative assholes. Soap operas. Country music. Rap. Other people’s blood. Seeing a dead animal on the side of the road. The smell that hits you when you run over a skunk. Crying until you have a headache. Eating too much. People detesting her for being Agnostic. Grease. People that have no reason to be depressed or have a low self-esteem. Songs with no meaning. People that call others “hott” or “sexy”. People that don’t know you, who ask personal questions. Burns. Scrapes. Nausea. Heartburn [hey, I almost had the Pepto bismol song going there]. Stomach aches. People that talks about bodily functions like it’s completely appropriate… at the dinner table. Having to eat a meal with family. Being in awkward conversations/situations.

Personality::
CKay… To those like her, she’s your average girl. To those who are completely different, they tend to call her insane. CKay is one who is usually rather energetic. No, it’s not one of those whole “I’m always happy and I can never calm myself down” or “I just had twenty eight cups of coffee” energetic, she’s just a bit perkier than most. She used to have a band teacher in eighth grade that was always happy, and actually had the nerve to smile and laugh when she told her that her best friend, Matthew [who she tended to call ‘Moo’ because of his obsession with cows… Either that or Satan because he threw things at cats], had been out of school for two months with a horrendous case of bronchitis. CKay was almost offended at the action, considering you shouldn’t laugh when someone who is ill has been out of school for more than three weeks. This being said, she does know when situations call for being serious.

She does have a slight temper, and if you get off on the wrong foot with her, it’s likely that you’ll stay that way. She’s not one to hold a grudge, but first impressions do mean quite a lot to her. It’s basically a “you get what you give” thing with CKay.

She’s a hard worker, not a procrastinator in the least. She enjoys getting things done and then not having to worry about them.

Worry, that’s another thing. CKay tends to not get much sleep, considering she does a lot of thinking at night. Most of it worrying about things she really shouldn’t have any concern over. Not just her problems or things of the sort, but others’ as well.

She’s a bit shy, only opening up to those she knows really quite well. She refuses to tell just anyone about her past, it’s something that, obviously, she doesn’t feel comfortable speaking about. Bringing it up again just seems to resurface everything all over again. So you’ll have to be a bit patient with her.

Brief History::
To say CKay is alone in the world is, for the most part, true, when it came to family.

August 18th, Caroline Kay McClenahan was welcomed into a home in with a brother, a sister, and two loving parents.

It was a lovely home, to say the least. Her mother, Amelia, was a wedding planner, and her father, Thomas, was a business owner. Her siblings were probably some of the best siblings you could ever have. Er, well, her sister, anyways. Her sister, Katrina, was only two years older than her, her brother, Adam, was five years older, and frankly he didn’t care for her much.

She and Katrina were like the best of friends, absolutely inseparable. They used to sit in their room [they had to share a room] for hours upon hours and talk, watch anime, play music, anything you could think of as long as they got to do it together. Hell, these two would’ve jumped off the Eiffel Tower as long as the other was there jumping with them.

Katrina is basically what made CKay what she is today. She taught her to appreciate the littlest things in life, whether it be letting someone borrow her math book or thanking someone for giving her a refill at a restaurant.

Katrina McClenahan was the reason behind why CKay managed to make it through the most difficult event in the course of her short lifetime.

On CKay’s sixteenth birthday, Thomas McClenahan was rushed to the hospital. It was there he was diagnosed with a brain aneurism.

After he returned home a few weeks later, and a pricey medical bill, the girls knew that things would never be the same. With Adam having graduated years before and heading out on his own, CKay and Katrina were the only kids left in the house, and Katrina was about to graduate. Then it would only be CKay, and with Katie so far away she wasn’t quite sure if she could deal with being alone in a house with a man susceptible to almost anything.

Thomas began having fits of absolute rage, everything little thing making him angry. It was all boiling up until the fateful day of May 21st, four days away from the date Katrina was to graduate.

Amelia and Katrina had returned home late from shopping for things for Katrina’s graduation party. CKay had tried to cook dinner for her father, but it hadn’t worked out as planned. He refused to eat until her mother and sister arrived.

When they did arrive, he still wouldn’t eat. He began demanding to know anything and everything about where they had gone. He didn’t believe them when they tried to explain. He stalked off to his office, and CKay retreated to Adam’s bedroom. He had come home to be at Katrina’s graduation party. Adam had only stared at her when she walked into his room, he was about to send her away when she frantically pleaded to let her stay in there with him until Thomas had calmed down. He nodded and she sat down next to him on the bed.

They sat in silence for twenty minutes as the argument raged on, only to hear two fateful gunshots. If you had asked Adam he could tell you just the expression on CKay’s face when she’d heard the shots. Ten minutes later, they heard a third shot. Bravely, the two ventured down into the room where they’d heard said shots.

Lying on the floor were Katrina and Amelia in a bloodied heap. Not too far away was Thomas McClenahan.

They could tell from first glance at the unmoving bodies that they, all three, were dead.

Adam didn’t hesitate to put CKay into an adoption home. Since he was now twenty one, he could live on his own. He didn’t want to have to live with CKay in his presence. It was as if, to him, she were the most repulsive thing he’d ever seen.

She was sent to at least four different homes over the course of two years, each time having been taken from the home for refusal to behave, or not behaving the way the adoptive parents would’ve like them to.

She figured it had been because she had refused to tell them anything about where she’d come from. She had thought they knew all they needed to know from the papers.

The papers. The papers made her feel like an animal, like she would be sent back to that Humane Society at any moment if they got tired of playing with her or she didn’t learn a new trick.

After her eighteenth birthday, the adoption center she had been in had managed to contact Adam, asking if it would be alright to put her in a different adoption center for hope of someone actually “keeping her”, as the many liked to joke.

And this, my friends, is how Caroline Kay McClenahan came to reside in Terryton.

Current living arrangements::
Terryton, like totes.

Anything Else?::
holy jesus christ in a crackerbox.
i actually managed to finish this after two days. xD

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