||. I don't know who you think I am - Kiran Slade

[Shay Anderson]

K iran I vy S lade
the runway's latest legend.

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Valkyrie Academy

About The Roleplayer:
tenth times' the charm.

Name: Asia. AKA the serial deleter.
Age: Sixteen. Finally.
Gender: Female.
Years Roleplaying: Eight years too long.
Some Basic Interests: being the official serial character deleter, thank you. <3
Oh.
Jezzie's pretty cool.
and train talk with Tess is better than you.

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Name: Kiran Slade.
Alias: Kiran, Kay, Kir.
Age: Seventeen.
Gender: Female.
School Year: Eleven ;; Junior.
Art Interest: Modelling.
Originated From: Sydney, Australia.

Parents: Father ;;Edward Slade. Fifty-one.
Mother ;; Melinda [Shafer] Slade. Thirty-three.
Siblings: Addison Slade ;; Sister. Twenty.
Jay Slade ;; Brother. Eighteen.
Jacob Slade ;; step-brother. Thirteen.

Portrayed By: Gisele Bundchen.
Picture:
Appearance:
For as long as anyone could possibly remember, the media has been the largest influence on mortals today. The current celebrities are the people who set what the “right” sort of appearance should be. In the 1950s, it was Marilyn Monroe with her platinum blonde hair, red lipstick and hourglass shape. During the 1990s, it was the teen stars who rebelled against everything mainstream, and rocked out with their grungy fashions, messy hair and strange make-up. However, as the world began to age, and it soon entered the 2000s, a new phenomenon came into place: body image. For the first time in years, starlets began the crazy diets, and made it a must-have to become thin. As the years passed, this obsession transitioned into the real world, and – eventually – people everywhere were obsessed with being tall, thin, having long hair and dressing like a star. But for someone like Kiran Slade? I am sad to say that she quickly became one of those following drones. The Earth’s population was diverse, sure. But everyone saw the outside way before the inside. Might as well make it worth their while.

She was never the person so stunning, that people actually stopped on the street to get a better look at her. However, she had never been cursed enough to be ignored, or stared at, just because she was so painful to look at. This girl never had the unique, high-fashion sort of face like Kate Moss. Nor did she have the classic beauty of Scarlet Johansson. She didn’t even have that look of Paris Hilton that left people wanting more. There were those people all around Valkyrie Academy. She was sad to say that she wasn’t one of them

It had become so common for females these days to define themselves by their hair, it’s astounding. But, really, what kind of girl hates to be commented on her mane? Usually, when you’re describing someone, it’s their hair. You say that she is blonde, or that he has brown hair. You can use your hair to, often, send out the sort of image you’d like to portray. For instance, if you are craving the 1950s sexpot sort of look, you would probably bleach your hair platinum, cut it into a chic bob and attack it with curlers. Maybe you’re after the posh and urban sort of hairstyle, which means a dark color in a long, straight style. Once, actually, internationally famous supermodel Gisele was overheard saying, “Never again [will I cut my hair]. Look at me. I’m famous for my hair and my boobs.” Even so, what kind of girl doesn’t spend time on her hair in the morning? Whether that means straightening it to wits end, spiking it up into a Mohawk or simply adding product, it would be something different for a female to walk out of her house without having done a thing to her hair. In all of the family photographs, Kiran Slade always had a long, flowing mane of thick, gleaming hair. It became common for people in her “world” to have long hair, cut into a basic style. So, for as long as she could remember, the psychotic woman her mother was ordered her to have such hair. It was like an unwritten rule of her household. Either way, she was never seen without considerable effort put into her hair. Whether that meant straightening it, blowing drying it into a wavy texture or curling the ends, this Australian girl had her own crown and glory. All girls need one, right?

It is natural for all parents to tell their children how physically attractive they are. Even if that child turns out to be uglier than a puddle of mud. For all of her life, everyone – even strangers – had doted upon her physical beauty. It would be cruel to say that she was strange looking. But she had never achieved that doe-like face that Kate Moss had. It was always, “oh, beautiful Kiran!!” or a wide grin as a greeting, and a soft “lovely Miss Slade.” But, all teenagers are insecure about their looks, right? Even though her family constantly commented on her attractiveness, Kiran had never been able to decide if she was beautiful or not. She looked good on film, yes, and was quite aware of that. She knew she was nothing difficult to look at – people had been complimenting her since she was six. But still, was her “girl next door” look with a defined nose the new form of beauty? Every other model she saw was so petite, so perfect. She didn’t seem to be the sexy and sultry beauty so many considered being best.

Since she was young, people had always assumed that she was older than she really was. Although, no one could ever tell her why. There was nothing about her face that made her look more mature. Hadn’t been born into a family of people with defined jaw lines, or prominent foreheads. Both of her parents, in fact, had a youthful glow to them. On her father, Edward, it simply reflected his forever young – and wild – attitude and nearly wrinkle-free face. On her mother, such a look simply gave away her obsession with youth, beauty and large amounts of both. Money included. Like a blonde Playboy Bunny getting into some old man’s pants for his cash. However, much of her family had the high, sharp cheekbones often associated with age. On Kiran, they were fairly defined, and very sharp, giving her an appearance of natural authority. You could say she was the spitting image Melinda Slade, with her soft facial features, sharp cheekbones and sly eyes. The only features she seemed to have inherited from her father were his thin lips and delicate facial structure.

People had always told her she was beautiful.
People had always said she was “unique” looking.

As confused as this Australian mate was, she could never help but gaze at her eyes when she looked in the mirror. Like many others, she was fond this part of her body. Her mother, Melinda, had been born with large – almost round – eyes that were the darkest mixtures of browns and blacks anyone had seen in a long time. Her father, Edward, on the other hand, had inherited his eyes directly from his own father. The narrow, almost almond shape that had been sent down to his youngest child. They too, were filled with the light, almost dizzying mounts of hazel coloring. But, as age continued to bind him down, they grew careless. Empty and stony. Like the bastard he was – impregnating a twelve year old when he was thirty. And then once more a few years later. Yet, Kiran had inherited her father’s common eyes. She did, however, seem to miss the caring that reflected upon them that her mother got whenever she looked at Addison. What a bitch.

Whether it be the California sun, the tanning salons on every corner, or that new phenomenon of spray-on tan, it is difficult to find a person attending Valkyrie Academy who was not tanned. Sure, a small minority of people were of ethnic backgrounds, giving them a various skin tones. But Kiran Slade was never part of that majority, nor the small minorities. There were a handful of people with skin so pale, it was practically transparent. There were even a few students with the skin tone of streaked sand: tanned, but with large clumps of white. For most of her life, Kiran’s skin had been flawless. As a child, it had gone through that terrible phase of constant dryness and rashes. As time passed, and she grew into puberty, she seemed to surpass that awful stage of greasy skin blotched with red, and covered with pimples. To this day, in fact, her flesh looks airbrushed, like in one of her photographs. Genetics or just luck? You decide.

She was a model, after all.
Blemishes are inexcusable.

Tell me the truth.
How often do you see a female walking around the Valkyrie Academy campus who wore anything above a size six? The media has always been a huge impact on teenage body image. And the ideal body image today is to be tall and thin with long legs and a flat stomach. More accurately, a size C cup, a twenty-four inch waist and round, but petite hips. In all honesty, who can say they have something like that?

Even at fifty-one, Edward Slade was a tall man – six feet on the dot, in fact. He was, however, built with the body a select few would want. With broad shoulders, a deep chest and thick waist, it was no wonder – ignore that fact that he took care of himself. Her mother, on the other hand, was a socialite; of course she had an enviable physique. Like both of her daughters, she was a tall woman. Standing at a respectable five feet, eight inches, her body was nothing like her height. She had the sort of body many amateur runway models aspire – and often die – to have. With long, thin limbs, a concave stomach and no chest for miles around. No wonder her father was attracted to a woman eighteen years his junior, from the age of twelve and on, her body never changed. Fucking pedophiles. As for Kiran, it was obvious at a very young age she was built nothing like her mother. Aside from inheriting Melinda’s height, she was what her mother commonly referred to her as “unhealthy and voluptuous in that fat sort of way.” What can I say? Kiran Slade was born with a fairly modest-sized chest, narrow torso and curved hips. None of this string-bean, skeletal nonsense. At a height of five feet, nine and a half inches, everything went well on her thin but curvaceous physique. Melinda Slade, you see, wasn’t the infamously famous model.

At Valkyrie Academy, the majority of the student body dressed fairly well. In slim cut pants, short skirts and trendy items. A handful of people dressed in skinny pants, black shirts and colored hair. Others wore nothing but sweat pants and sweaters. Some girls only dressed in argyle, pearls and flat shoes. A minority of people draped themselves in black, wore only turtlenecks with fedoras and trench coats. A select few only wear business-esque attire out in public: suits, button down shirts and dress pants. As for someone like Kiran Slade, she had always associated herself with the “in crowd”. Meaning the trendy clothing, perfect hair and impeccable make-up. None of this converse and colored hair business. A model who is popular – what a surprise. Look for cigarette jeans, spike-heeled shoes and trendy silhouettes. All done effortlessly, of course.

Personality:

[+] The Good ;;

ox. remember, loyalty lies above all else.

For someone like Kiran Slade, she had never gotten the chance to form regular relationships. Had never been given the chance to make friends slowly, and maybe – just maybe – make a friend to gossip with, having sleepovers with and to talk on the phone with. The friendships she made while in Noosa Heads, Australian were made hard and fast. The ones in Sydney were made even faster – but they all taught her something. You were lucky to make friends, at all. And she was someone who liked having friends, many of them. Even if that doesn’t happen? Miss Kiran had been born as someone who wanted to keep the friends that she did make, until something better came along. But, when you’re thirteen years-old and a model, friends are limited. Might as well be loyal to the ones you have, and fuck over the rest. Friendships in the modeling world are the single things that aren’t ruled by appearances; make a good, modeling friend and you’re set for life.

Might be good to remain loyal like this Slade, eh?

ox. but don't read into her kindness too much.

Okay, okay – I admit it.
Valkyrie, California is home to more than a few beautiful, blonde bitches. What can I say? The city of dreams happens to be where the vicious of them all like to swarm. Kiran Slade is no real exception to that unwritten, and fairly sinful, rule. She was mean. She was nasty. And she was outspoken. Just like ninety-five percent of her classmates attending Valkyrie Academy. Surprise surprise. But – she’s different. Ever heard of the word kindness? Unlike many of her beautifully bitchy counterparts, Miss Slade knew the meaning of the word kindness. Not to say she was nice. Being nice gets you no where in life, after all. However, Kiran had always been the sort of girl to look at her victims once she was finished with them. Instead of leaving someone beaten, bleeding and crying in a ditch at the side of the road, she would get them beaten, bleeding and crying first; only to return once more to bring them out of the ditch. Kind to the homeless when no one is watching. Gentle with children. Helpful to them old folk.

By no means, is Kiran Slade nice. Being nice to people who don’t deserve it is like bombing for peace or fucking for virginity. It’s just not done. She’s kind. Not nice.

ox. and confidence makes all the difference.

People say it takes a great level of self-confidence to strut your stuff in front of hundreds and hundreds of people on the runway, often wearing next to nothing. What if the designer finds out I cheated on my diet? God, Angelina Jolie is in the front row! Will she notice that this bathing suit isn’t my size? Oh my god! What if that creepy photographer is there? I couldn’t strike a pose with him in the room, and now they want me to look hot but innocent on – what seems to be – a mile long runway? Fucking forget it. And these shoes? I stumble in two-inch heels. These are four and a half!
Truth be told, Kiran Slade had always been a confident girl. Why shouldn’t she be? People complimented her endlessly; she had always had an abundant amount of friends; her body was something people often envied; she passed school easily…what was the problem? No problem here. By nature, she had self-esteem levels that were off the charts. As she grew older, became a successful model and blossomed into something she loved, it only turned those levels onto overdrive. So, yes, it does take high levels of self-confidence to strut your stuff in next to nothing. Just you try it.

Overall, this Slade was the confident Slade. None of this dressing modestly wish-wash. None of the silence and shyness that her sister emulated so well. One of these girls has to be confident and beautiful. Might as well let the beautiful one be the confident one.

[+] The Bad;;

ox. you're one cunning, two-faced bitch.

There comes a time in every girl’s life where she has to screw the high road, right? Instead of ignoring everything, she has to get down and play dirty. Play for keeps, if you will. At the tender age of fourteen, shortly after she was pushed into the Australian modeling scene, Kiran had played dirty for the first time. Normal, whatever. Except, we have a problem here, Houston – she liked doing it. There’s something oddly empowering about seeing people struggle under your wrath, just because you have a slight advantage over them. But, like all things, there is a dark side: the parentals. They have the power to bust your ass for being the California bitch you were born to be. But, how do you think half of Valkyrie’s A-listers get by with their squeaky clean status in the eyes of the adults? Two-faced liars, they are.
Unfortunately, so is Miss Slade here.

For the past four years of her life, Kiran was just like every other girl – a bitch at heart. Whether that meant outright picking on someone, hazing, breaking up relationships…whatever it be. We have another California bitch who finds the time to sleep with the football team on Saturday, party like a whore on Friday and, by Monday, be a pretty little virgin Mary again. Cunning, two-faced bitch.

ox. even if you are too vindictive.

For most of her life, Kiran Slade had been number one.
The most popular girl in school, the first person picked in Elementary school for kickball teams, the person invited first to the grade eight slumber party – everything she had ever done, she was first. Number one. The best. The go-to girl. So, who wouldn’t become accustomed to everything being easy? Especially in a new environment. But really, how kind is the world? Not so much. From the moment she stepped through Valkyrie Academy’s front doors, everything was different for this Australian beauty. Her former spineless nobody, Bailey, was stepping up to the plate and declaring Valkyrie her own: something different and shocking for Jade and Kiran, the former leaders of Australian popularity. By nature, Kiran was a possessive and competitive being. She was someone who hated to lose, sans her being number one for so long. After seventeen years of being the best model, the prettiest girl and the more popular daughter, she intended for it to stay that way. Enter a new personality trait: vindictiveness. Revengeful. Spiteful. Whatever the hell you want to call it, it was what became of Miss Kiran over here. She hated to lose, after all.

It began to ruin everything.
Revenge is best served cold, after all. And this model is someone who likes a lot of it. Fuck those silly diets.

ox. just keep it without betrayal and tears.

She’s vindictive and cunning.
Filled to the brim, and often bursting, with outspoken confidence and bitchy remarks.
Living life in the fast line, taking out anyone who gets in her way.
But everyone has their tragedy, right?

What goes on in front of the camera, and behind the scenes are often too very different things. Especially in the modeling world. Whoever thought that models were pretty, happy and friendly when the lights went down are very, very wrong. Shame. Many Valkyrie students are scarred by sexual abuse, alcoholism or pregnancies – unfortunately for Kiran, she had never been tainted by anything that…sophisticated. No, her life had been consumed by three simple, teenage things: parties, popularity and photographers. Everything was done in order to make her an icon in the fashion world, and nothing else. Who wouldn’t begin to crack under the pressure?

The pressure to be thin.
The pressure to land the best photographers.
The pressure to be the super-human everyone envisioned supermodels to be.

If you call dangerous dieting, sleeping with a fifty year-old producer – not to mention her father once, and getting into catfights tragedy. Then yes, this one is just as damaged as the next beautiful legend. Lost friendships, cheating boyfriends and pressuring parentals. Scarred by betrayal and tragedy – sex anyone?

Likes: +girls nights out.
+parties.
+Australia, bitch.
+modelling.
+taking advantage of others.
+"freedom".
+alcohol.
+flirting and teasing.
+turning people down.
+attractiveness.
+setting trends.
+fashion.
+the opposite sex.
+or just sex in general.
+hair products.
+manicures and spa days.
+wearing the pants in a relationship.
+being on top.
+control.

Dislikes: -ugly people.
-extra anything.
-being used.
-or backstabbed.
-getting screwed over.
-being out of the spotlight.
-paunchy little photographers.
-unpopularity.
-fat people.
-bad spray tans.
-the pressure to be thin.
-being the last one chosen.
-geeks and freaks.
-drugs.
-modesty.
-her parents fucked up marriage.
-probably you.

Flaws:

• lies too much, period.
  
• has a problem with lashing out sexually.
  
• never lets go.
  
• jealousy = ruling her life.
  
• more vindictive than the word.
  
• overshadows her sister enough to make her hate her.
  

Secrets:

• cracking under the pressure to be thin.
  
• has had an affair with a fifty year-old.
  
• sleeps with anyone and everyone if it benefits her.
  
• can't stand to be overlooked.
  
• has gotten her father drunk and slept with him.
  

Living Situation: The Valks.
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[Shay Anderson]

History: Let’s all face it, shall we?
We live in a world of media-obsessed, shallow fucked-up bitches. No matter how much we could deny it, if you look down deep, we all realize what we truly are. I don’t giving a flying bat if you’re the sweetest, kind-hearted person on Earth, you’re still shallow, nosy and bitchy. The first step in fixing a problem is admitting that you have a problem. How many people have really done that? People either ignore the problem, and continue on their shallow, fucked-up ways, or they deny anything to do with such a lifestyle and continue to try to do “the right thing”. In recent years, this problem has only increased. People are increasingly ignoring their own lives, picking up trashy magazines and rotting their brains with celebrity gossip, impossible body images and the latest on Britney’s turmoil life and custody battle for her children. Do we really need all of this? In Kiran Ivy Slade’s opinion, why the hell not? It was a celebrity’s choice when they signed up for Hollywood’s fast, fucking psychotic lane. So, it was only fair that mere mortals got to see what the lives of the rich and fabulous were all about. Of course, it’s not like Kiran needed a one-way ticket into magazine world.

She lived in that world.

How many stories do you hear about those psychotic mothers and their messed-up little daughters? You know the scenario. Where the mother has badly bleached hair, wears too much make-up and still wants to be involved in Hollywood. Luckily, that is where the adorable little daughter comes in. Beauty pageants, commercial auditions and catfights. Oh, the life of a Hollywood wanna-be. When it came to the case of Kiran Slade, she wasn’t anywhere near that silly scenario. It had been modeling scouts that first claimed the Australian beauty – none of this pathetic trying to make it into something bigger. And her mother sure as hell didn’t have bad hair, too much make-up or a clichéd attitude. She pestered her daughter for being too fat, yes. And ignored her oldest child to make room for Kiran, but that’s how it goes. Someone needed to bug the hell out of her. But, then again, Melinda Slade was a no-good slut with bad skin and a wild imagination. She wasn’t the infamous model, after all.

But, I suppose that’s where it all started: Melinda Shafer and her silly ways.

She was twelve years old, barely in seventh grade, when she – quite willingly at that – invested her sex life in bigger and better things than silly little boys. Like, that handsome thirty year-old she saw each morning at her bus stop? In Sydney, Australia, such gossip is never unheard of. But who actually believes such ridiculous lies? No one, apparently.
She was twelve years old when she was impregnated by some rich, young and handsome bastard who found her attractive. Not even in that creepy, pedophile-esque sort of way. But in the way like he was attracted to his wife at the time – he found her sexy, intriguing, funny…everything you should think of as your significant other, spouse or crush. Not the little blonde girl you see boarding the school bus, quite innocently, at seven nineteen every morning. But to each his own, right? Either way – that’s how it started.

At eighteen, Melinda Shafer was a Mrs. Melinda Slade, still in a sexual relationship with thirty-five year old millionaire Edward Slade. EW much? Two children, a high-school dropout and a parental divorce was all it took for these two incredibly messed up motherfuckers to fall in love with one another, make it official and flee from Sydney to Noosa Heads, Australia. Addison Lauren Slade and Kiran Ivy Slade; two lovely young girls being raised by a stable father, a…loving (?) mother and no reconciliation of their parent’s twisted past. Who could really complain? She was brought up with the best of everything – the best housing, the most expensive clothing, the most stylish haircuts and the hottest social life. Kiran always had the most friends, the most party invitations and the hottest boyfriends. Again, what’s the problem here? It wasn’t unheard of to have parents with an eighteen year age difference, in fact, many of her wealthy friends, too, had gold digging mothers and aging business moguls for a father. From the outside in, the youngest Slade daughter had the life everyone seemed to want – the beautiful girl with the big house and the reputation to make all the males want to be with her, and all the girls wanting to be her. And, for awhile, she didn’t complain either.

Until her life finally got meaning, that is.
That meaning being modeling. The career where you had to be bold and beautiful, tall and skinny and certain spark that the photographer’s lens seems to love. Lucky for you all, Kiran had that spark. And the beauty. The looks. The body. Again, what was the problem? From an observer’s point of view, this one in a lifetime opportunity seemed to make her life even more picture perfect.

And, for awhile, it was.

“Come on, Natalie. Just admit it and let your downfall be on your own terms. Because,” the stunning Australian model pulled the skeletal blonde closer towards her. “We all know I’ll find out what you really did to sabotage my chances at Fashion Week. And it won’t end well for you, not at all.

In her short two and a half years as an Australia-based runway model, Kiran Slade had literally transformed into a completely different person. As a child, while she had been rather outspoken and confident, she had taken both personality traits to even higher, more extreme levels. There was something toxic about pushing ten skinny, pretty teenage girls into a penthouse apartment in downtown Sydney and not expecting drama and bitchy arguments to ensue. In the beginning, everything had seemed so surreal to Kiran – the fact that people actually lead lives like this. She had always thought that a models life was exaggerated heavily by magazines, the media and television. That there was absolutely no way that a sixteen year old would get a forty-five year old married man drunk, and have sex with him just to have the opportunity of baring it all in front of his ridiculously expensive camera lens. Or that there were raging parties every night of the week, only to be lightly scolded by make-up artists the next morning. And there sure as hell weren’t girls sending some disposable minion into near hysterics because of a silly little rumour.

“B-but, Kiran. It’s true! Nigel said that…”

“You think I care what your pathetic agent says?”

“No, but…everyone talks about it behind your back. That the only reason you got bride last show was because you slept with the show’s director. Or that your days are numbered around here…half of the designs look like fucking blimps on you – ever wonder why designers only ever want you for the charity shows and some lingerie shoots? It’s not because you’re drop dead gorgeous, Slade, it’s because the press wants models who “fill out” the clothes and make some skanky lingerie look like someone your size could actually wear them and look good.”

As Kiran’s hazel eyes glared into the younger girl’s light ones, she was at an utter loss for words. Is that what people actually said behind her back? Was that the only reason she was gaining more fame and publicity than the other girls she lived with? Because she…what was it that her own agent said? “She was different from all of the other girls”? Different how? That she was taller? Fatter? Actually had a shape that didn’t rival a ten year-old boy’s? Maybe all of the times her mother openly insulted her physique was because she was right. Kiran had always been the number one model for the charity and highly publicized fashion shows and shoots. Was this…automaton blonde actually right?

For as long as she could remember, Kiran had never gotten an answer to that question. Only that the same tactics seemed to be working – as always, her name was the one many designers fought over. She was the girl so many photographers wanted for their portfolios. It was name – Kiran Slade – that was rising in fashion world stardom in Australia, not the names of those robotic blondes who all looked like skeletons with their perfectly pale and flawless skin, blue eyes and long hair. Maybe…just maybe, she was different.

Different or not, sixteen years of being pushed between Sydney and Noosa Heads had put a severe blow to Kiran’s dependence on people – annihilating it, in other words. In one world, she was a happy sophomore at the local high school in Noosa Heads, a popular, pretty girl that every girl wanted to be, and every boy wanted to be with. Her social life was on fire, her dating life was filled to the brim, and her friends were ones any girls who be lucky to have. In her case? Jade Parker and Bailey Mitchell, two very privileged, beautiful and fierce girls, quite like herself. For once in her life, body image and sleeping with photographers didn’t really matter – she had best friends and a normal, high school student life. Like always, she couldn’t help but not complain. Again, from the outside, her life was perfect. Until the beginning of their junior year in Noosa, Miss Bailey decided to revoke her spineless Jade-servant status and flee to California, hotspot in the US. Fucking Americans. And then her own Nazi-wanna be of a mother insisted that Kiran “stop this nonsense and work on her failing modeling status.” One full year in Noosa Heads hadn’t dampened the silly woman’s spirits in any sense – only mad her more addicted to the fame she got, herself, from Kiran’s hefty portfolio and steady status and reputation.

Her life had never been anything exciting:
No abandonment from her own family, no drug-dealing brother and murdered mother, not even a mysterious sibling and a slut for a mother. Kiran Slade had been raised in the quintessential “pretty rich girl” life. A gold digging mother, business typhoon father and older, blander and envious sister. God. Even moving to Valkyrie, California couldn’t change that. She was a popular girl, a rich girl, and a beautiful girl. A falling star girl. A girl with, maybe, the chance to actually regain her former glory.

Modeling had done nothing to Kiran but make her bitter, vindictive and overly confident.
Seeing her old friends from Australia would do nothing but make that flame burn even brighter.
So, make friends with the other models. Go to parties. Ignore her parents. Do everything like she used to. Can’t fail. It hadn’t so far.

For The Valkyrie Academy Admin:

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Read the Rules?: too many times to count.
Name One You Liked: large signatures are SO 2006.
What Makes Your Character Different From The Rest?: the fact that she's not? haha.
Roleplaying Sample: Dur, no.
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[Shay Anderson]

Blah, blah, blah...beautiful. love more California bitches.
replacing Astrid for the time being - I hate playing characters with the life I currently have.

Accepted.