Kowalski, Katarina Mae;

[Katarina M. Kowalski;*]

Katarina Kowalski

Full name:Katarina Mae Manginelli-Kowalski
Nicknames:Kaie, Karebear, Katt, Bella.
Gender:Female.
Age:Nineteen.
Nationality:Italian and Polish.

Hair:Reddish brown.
Eyes:Dark brown around the pupil, turning to a lighter gold.
Height:5'6"
Weight:115
Build:Her build is similar to that of a swimmer- small, lithe, and delacate, but with muscle.

General likes:Her general likes are simple. Katarina likes being happy, alcohol, and cinnamon flavored candies. She finds herself around horses more than people, and she's slightly wary around men..
General dislikes: The color tan, drugs, fighting, most men, chickens, and spiders.

Personality:When mixing Italian with Polish, you know you're bound to have a sharp flare. When Katt gets angry- which isn't very often- she gets EXTREMELY angry. Most things can't distract her until she's had a good ride. Otherwise she's the sweetest girl you could ever meet. She treats people like horses- talking quietly, and using body language more than words to get her point across.

History: Katt was born and raised in Australia. Her accent is light, however, due to being exposed to his father's North American accent-or lack there of- as well as her mother's New York City accent.. She lived on a horse farm there, up until her seventeenth birthday. Her parents chose that day to move her out of everything she'd ever known and move to Reno, Nevada. She'd become withdrawn- leaving her horse behind with her best friend had been the hardest thing she'd ever done. Her life became centered around singing- the one thing that she believed kept her sane. It reminded her of home- of Australia.
At eighteen, she moved out. She tried living in many different towns, states.. once she even tried moving to Canada. Nothing helped to ease the pain. Finally, she decided to move to a small town in Arizona- and actually give it a chance.

Roleplay sample:
Katt's dark eyes were searching as she studied the mirror. The same reflection shone back at her as had shone in Australia. But I'm not home. This isn't Australia. She shoved angrily away from her vanity. Her dark cascade of hair swung in her angry movement. Pacing in the tiny confined of her new room, she lifted the single picture of herself astride a light gray quarter horse gelding. Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she pressed her soft pink lips against the picture. "Leon." The single word brought with it a flood of emotions that she fought valiantly to keep at bay. Setting the picture on her bedside table and pressing her lips together, Katt slipped on a pair of low-rise Converse. Straightening her back, she opened her door and pattered down the stairs. "Hon?" Her mother looked at her quizzically. "Forget it, Ma. I'm going for a run." Her eyes narrowed, and she left the cool confines of the house for the brilliant Nevada summer sun. Her mouth moved silently as she jogged. "Can you hear the prayer of the children, on bended knee in the shadow of an unknown room.."
Pat. Pat. Pat.
Her Converse thudded on the concrete, ruining the beat, but she held together.
"Empty eyes, with no more tears to cry. Turning heavenward, toward the light. Crying 'who will help me see the morning light, one more day. But If I should die before I wake, I pray my soul to take.."
Katt froze. Why had she come this way? Why, in God's name, had she come this way. Directly ahead of her lay the rolling expanse of the horse farm. The one thing she'd avoided.
Pain shot through her whole body. She began shaking, her fists clenching and pressing to her chest. A calm grulla mare came up to her, whickering her quiet welcome, and Katt burst into tears. Falling to her knees, she leaned against the fence. The pretty mare nuzzled her softly, which made her body rack harder with silent sobs. More horses surrounded the fence, as Katt moved into a near-fetal position.
An hour later, and she awoke to the sound of thundering hooves. Stampede?! The word plunged through her head as if someone had screamed it. Somehow, she'd ended up on the inside of the fence. Had she rolled over in her sleep? She couldn't be sure. All she knew is there was horses coming- fast. But- why was it so dark? Glancing up, she saw why. A grayish mass blocked the sun. The grulla mare took her stand, positioning Katt underneath her and lowering her head to the ground, snorting. Defiance shown in her kind brown eyes as she protected the young girl. Katt tried to scramble out from underneath her and make the yard-long crawl to the fence, but the mare snorted, eyes rolling, and glared at her. She tucked herself back in between the mare's hooves as horses paraded around them. One hoof nearly hit the young girl in the head, but she wasn't afraid. She was exhilarated. This was where she belonged. Among horses.
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