WESTON, Kaleena Rose

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Jessica Lisbeth
Gender: Yo soy una chica.
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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

Name: Kaleena Rose Weston
Age: Sixteen
Gender: La Fem
Year: Sixth
Face Claim: Jac Vanek

Canon or Original? Hmm, original.

Facial Properties: Kaleena loves to mess with her hair constantly but most of the time, it is a thick blonde falling near and sometimes past her shoulders. Her eyes seem almost black if they are not in the right light but a deep, sultry brown in sunlight. Usually, they are very big, accentuated by heavy eyeliner or bright colored eye shadow. She has long eyelashes, dark and thick and her eyebrows are usually thin and light brown color, her natural color. Her skin is a creamy white, taking in very little color except a little bit of a healthy pink. She has very little ears and a soft button nose, everything sweet and subtle about her features. Her lips are a light pink and hide her bright white teeth, mostly straight. She doesn’t have a very distinct jaw line but she doesn’t really care much. She constantly has something interesting, color-wise, going on on her face. She loves to draw attention to her eyes mostly, or her hair. Everything she does is eccentric like a high rise of her eyebrows or sticking out her tongue but she is always in it to have fun with her face.

Physique: Leena is about the same height as Harley, meaning not very tall at all. She has very short legs and arms and fingers but it never really bothers her. She isn’t quite as thin as Harley though, in that sense. She has pretty normal sized hips but her thighs are thick and muscular. She has a super flat tummy and small breast, which only bothers her when she thinks about it, so she just doesn’t. Her arms are pretty muscular as well because Quidditch calls for it and she has been working out with her brother since she was about thirteen. Her fingernails are always groomed and painted, most of the time black or a bright color. She wears loosely fit clothing mix and matched with tight or super short clothing, usually extremely bright. She likes her feet because they are small and tends to walk around barefoot. All around, she is pretty confident about her body.

Wand Type: 8 1/3 inches Rosewood, unicorn hair;
Wand Expertise: Transfiguration and Charms, quick spells;
Patronus: Capuchin monkey;
Boggart: Large Birds;

Personality:

Kaleena has a photographic memory. She was born with it of course, getting it from her mother’s side. Faces aren’t as easy as objects and colors, but nevertheless, she usually has a very clear picture in her mind. You could ask her what someone was wearing a month earlier and she would be able to describe it in full detail, all the way down to the color of their nails. Some things are a lot clearer than others. For instance, the colors red or even pink have more of an impact on her. If someone asked her to remember something or someone, it would be easier for her to remember them if they had been standing near a rose bush or up against a brick wall rather than in a dark hall or standing on a dance floor. People with distinct features, like Harley’s bright blue eyes, Lily’s fiery red hair, or Khai’s sharp hair cut stand out clearly in her memory as well. Anything that is different or stands out in anyway will be vivid in her mind. More or less, brown and yellow are the least stand-out-ish and she doesn’t notice buildings as much as she would the small details of them like what the sign on the wall said, etc. She does well in school because she doesn’t forget what she is supposed to know, although, she could care less about school. She would rather think creatively rather than intelligently. She thinks in pictures and color and movement rather than numbers and words and logic. School is nothing to her but she stays for the experience, for the friends and for the many things she will remember down the road. Kalina has a photographic memory but it makes her life all the more interesting.

She is the kind of person who is super quirky but she doesn’t care what other people think. She laughs like no one can hear her and she loves like there is no tomorrow. She is always completely honest with people, almost blunt. She would rather speak the truth or not speak at all. She speaks her mind, holding nothing back and rarely thinks on what the others might think. She is also willing to be whoever and whatever she wants. Often times, she will just stop and start dancing to a song she had stuck in her head in the middle of the hall or call out something awkward in the Great Hall so that everyone turns and stares. It never bothers her, never has. She has tremendous team spirit and has a great love of Quidditch. She is extremely protective of the people she loves; defending them with everything she has and doesn’t hold back. She isn’t afraid of pain or getting hurt, only afraid of those who she loves getting hurt. She stands up for what is right, won’t let anyone hold her back. Everything she does has purpose, whether it is to help someone or to just make people smile. Kaleena lives life to the fullest and it makes her life all the more interesting.

She is a Tomboy. She doesn’t like to sit around and fan girl about every little thing and she refuses to sit around and worry about things. She likes to play in the mud and climb trees and scrape her knees and fly around on brooms and talk smack with Aidan about who is a better player and chew gum and take hilarious pictures. She likes to jump from high heights and laugh as loud as she possibly can. She sleeps in for a really long time and wouldn’t deny it if someone told her she snores. She dances like a madman and flails when she is overly excited and makes horrid faces when she is grossed out by something. She hates sweets and doesn’t like pet names much. She makes her own clothes and doesn’t care how much skin she shows, nor how baggy the outfit turns out to be. Most girls sit around and fuss about their hair and make-up while Kaleena makes it her own in as little time as possible and then goes and works out with her boys. She wears tennis shoes rather than high heels and isn’t afraid to spit in front of people. The only person she worries about offending is Harley and of course, Harley accepts her no matter what. So all in all, Kaleena lives the way she feels comfortable, even if that makes her sort of a tomboy. In the end, it makes her life all the more interesting.

She hates blending in or following the crowd. She is constantly one step ahead of people when it comes to her fashion sense, or one step behind. She enjoys extremely bright colors and wears loads of odd make up. She learned how to sew from her mother and she does it constantly. She likes to wear as little clothing as possible, enjoying the freer feeling and likes to mix in as much unique style in as possible. But at the end of the day, she is still the kind of girl who enjoys shorts and a tee shirt. She smiles brightly and dances and sings horribly and makes a fool of herself and it doesn’t matter. It isn’t uncommon to see a little bit of color in her big blonde hair and sometimes, even the blonde changes. She likes things big, the bigger, the better. Her hair, her color, her eyelashes, her make-up. Even her smile. Kaleena loves to be bold but it makes her life all the more interesting.

Likes:
+ Pranking people;
+ Dancing around;
+ Creative writing;
+ Quidditch;
+ Reading;
+ Honesty;
+ BoysMen;
+ Sewing;
+Monkeys;
+ Being Different;
+ Changing her look;
+ Moon light;
+Pink & Red;
+Lady Bugs;
Dislikes:
– Sweets;
– Liars;
– Getting Sick;
–Blues;
–Anti-Social, shy people;
– Cigarette smoke;
–Hippos;
–Being self-conscious;
–Being confused;
–Nicknames;
–Gaining Weight;
–Being Lazy;
–Showing her softer side;
–Bad hair days;
–Snow;
–Fakers;
History:

Destiny Ross grew up in a ratted up apartment in Paris, next door to the Moulin Rouge. Her mother was an entertainer at the Rouge itself, working hard to support herself and her daughter. Every night, Destiny would sit in the tiny bathroom alongside the bathtub and watch her mother put on loads of bright colored make up and slip on some strange costume that barely covered her. She would help her mother buckle her shoes and nod when her mother asked if she looked alright. Her mother would force a smile at her and kiss her forehead. Slipping out of the bathroom, she would grab her key run to the door, always in a hurry. Every night, she would turn around and give Destiny an apologetic look, reminding her to look the door when she left. Destiny would just nod. When her mother disappeared down the dark staircase, Destiny would run to the door and shout out to her mother. When she could see her face again, she would whisper, ”I love you” and her mother would smile and nod, disappearing again without another word. Obediently, Destiny would shut the door, lock it and then run into the small bedroom she and her mother shared. Every night, she would close her eyes tightly and try and block out the loud sounds coming from the street below, try to fall asleep before morning. Every night, she cried herself to sleep, wondering if her life would ever change. One night, after her mother had left and she had shut the door, locking it like she was supposed to, a mysterious letter slipped underneath the door. Startled, she had jumped backward, staring at the writing on the letter. It was addressed to her. The entire night, she sat on the floor about six feet away from the letter, knees pulled into her chest, just starring at the letter. Eventually, she picked up the letter and read it. Hogwarts. Witchcraft and Wizardry? That was when she knew that maybe her life could change. Maybe, she could be more than her mother had become. Well, at least it would be an adventure.

Rowan Weston was raised in the beautiful city of Rome, with his father. They lived in a simple house surrounded by gardens and trees and water and beauty like no other. His father was a porter for an enormous hotel in the heart of the ancient city. The pay was good and he never really complained, gone all day and a bit into the night. Every day, his father would set off walking for the Hotel and Rowan would sit by the street and watch him go, waving. When his father was out of sight, he would shut the gate and run back into the house. Every day, Rowan found himself sitting alone in the small parlor lit with sunshine, usually reading. He would play games of chess with himself and would dance with the brooms and mops while he tidied up a little bit. It was a bit dull but he had an extraordinary imagination. Some days, the bathtub would become a boat and he would sail the seven seas or the black tiles would be hot lava so he would have to make sure he was always on the white ones. Sometimes, the neighbors’ dog would be a ferocious dragon that he would slay or he would take the swings into space, swimming with the stars. The days went on as little Rowan played by himself, keeping the house nice and tidy and making sure everything was ready for his father to return. Every day, he would make dinner out of the vegetables they harvested in the backyard and every other day, he would go out to the creek about a mile south of his house and fish for dinner. It was a simple life but Rowan liked simple, as long as he could dream it into something more extravagant. Every night, his father would walk through the door with the outdated newspapers from the day before and would hang his coat and hat up on the rack, taking a knee and spreading his arms as Rowan dashed into him. They would sit down and as they ate, they would talk of their many adventures of the day. His father would explain how Mrs. Areole from the third floor had flooded her bath tub because her small dog had gotten its tail caught in the drain and how he had to pull the pup out with butter and a little wit. Rowan would explain how his hot air balloon had crashed into the mountains and how he survived with nothing but his harmonica and a pair of old socks. They truly were a great pair. One day, Rowan was out in the yard, high up in a tree of the rainforest, hunting the notorious dodo bird when he heard a call. Turning around, he pointed his little branch, or bow and arrow if you will, at the owl that sat atop his roof. Lowering his weapon, he blinked at the owl, the owl blinking back. He tilted his head at it and the bird did the same. Laughing, he climbed down from the tree, thumping back to the ground. The owl flew down, perching itself on the stone railing of the house. Rowan laughed, proclaiming in a deep, forced voice, “Fee, Fi, Foe, Fum! Who dares to come upon the thrown of the great King Rowan!” The owl called and he came closer to see a letter on the ground beneath the snowy owl. His head tilted and he asked “What is this?” The owl just stared at him so he bent down and picked up the letter, turning it over in his hands. It was addressed to him, in elegant writing. He smiled, opening it and reading it thoroughly, his smile growing. “I am…a Wizard?” he laughed, “Well, I suppose I knew there was something wrong with me!” The owl called and then flew away. Rowan ran into the house, propping the letter on the countertop for his father to see. Well, he thought, at least it would be an adventure.

The train pulled away from the station as Destiny scrambled to find a seat. Students surrounded her, some speaking other languages, some with funny accents. She was glad she knew how to speak English, although, some thought she had a funny accent too. Never had she been around this many people her age. She was a little afraid but for once, she actually felt safe. Picking up her pants a little, which were at least a size too big, she stopped in the middle of the walk way. Someone hit her from behind and she nearly fell over. A strong hand broke her fall, and she was being pulled into someone’s chest. Some of the students gave her a dirty look and others yelled at her to watch where she was going. A boy’s voice came from behind her, nearly in her ear. “Shove off, it’s not like you have never done it before!” The students rolled their eyes and passed and she felt herself being turned around. Looking up at the boy’s clear blue eyes and bright smile, her eyes widened. He was beautiful.

The blond girl looked up at him thankfully and he smiled. She was gorgeous. Yes, her clothing was a little too big for her and her hair was falling in her face but it was no big deal. He laughed when she said nothing and asked, “Are you a first year, too?” She only nodded, blushing lightly. Smiling, he pushed them into an empty compartment and sat down as she sat across from him. He leaned in toward her and whispered, “I have a secret.” She looked at him curiously and his eyebrows rose in amusement. “Wanna know what it is?” Her enthusiastic nod made him smile even brighter. Taking a deep breath, he leaned in even closer and whispered, “We are going to be best friends. I can feel it.” Sitting back, he rested his arms behind his head, beaming. She smiled too and pulled her pants up a bit before pulling her knees into her chest. They would be a great adventure.

For six years, Rowan and Destiny were best friends, nearly inseparable. They were in the same house, enjoyed the same classes, did pretty much everything together. Destiny’s confidence grew considerably over the years, learning to sew so she could make her own clothes rather than suffering with hand-me-down size differences. Rowan played Quidditch as a beater, and a good one at that. Destiny never missed a single game and Rowan never failed to accompany her to every dance. By their seventh year, something had changed, or grown. It was the talk of the school. They weren’t even dating and Rowan had purposed to Destiny. Of course, you can guess what she said. After graduating, she went with him to Italy, buying a small house and shortly after their tiny wedding, began preparing for a baby. They may not have been in the best part of town but Destiny was used to that sort of thing. It wasn’t half bad, really. Unexpectedly, they both had more than they had ever imagined, simply being with each other.

Kaleena Rose Weston was born in early august, the biggest blue eyed baby that had ever graced the earth, with none other than a photographic memory. Her big brother Miles, only about a year older than her, protecting her from the start, drew her pictures and put them on her wall everyday when she was a baby and her white walls became filled with color and imagination. She can still remember each picture. As she grew up, she and her brother went to a tiny school not far from their homes. Rowan would apparate with them on his way to work every morning to avoid the worst part of the neighborhood. They would end up on the corner of Scuola Street and the two would walk hand in hand into the school building. Kaleena had met a girl named Harley, who seemed to be quiet at first but Kaleena had a feeling the two would be close. It was just one of those things people knew. Eventually, that is exactly what happened. Even her little sister Harmony was adorable and Kalina couldn’t get enough of the two. Finally, it was what she waiting for, her favorite holiday. Halloween. She was going to be a ladybug. She was completely dressed and her little black bag for her candy. There she sat, her brother already out with friends, in the window sill, waiting for Harley and Harmony to arrive. She waited and waited but it was getting late. Around midnight, her brother came in the door with his friends and their parents. Rowan and Destiny sent them to their rooms but Kaleena was too curious. She sat in the hall, out of sight, listening. The parents told hers that a lot of people had died, not far from where they lived. Two of them were the Quinns. No one knew where Harmony and Harley were. A sob ripped from her throat and she threw herself into her room. It didn’t make sense but she felt guilty for their disappearance. They had, after all, been on their way to get to her. For four years, she heard nothing of them.

Everything was a lot louder than she had expected, but she loved it. Holding onto Miles’ back pocket, she let herself be pulled along behind him as he led them both onto the great train. There were people everywhere, most of them older than her but all of them with an excited look on their faces, probably the same look she was wearing. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she let go of Miles’ pocket and hopped up onto the train, instantly being surrounded even more people, in a tighter space. Pursing her lips, she struggled to keep up with her brother, as well as take in all of the faces and the experience itself. As they walked, she peeked into every car, noticing every detail and every person. Passing another car, she glanced in and froze. Miles kept moving, not noticing that she had stopped. She recognized the girl sitting in the car, all alone. But how did she know her. It was from childhood, that much was true because she could remember her younger, much younger. Kalina looked at the girl intently, trying to figure it out. Then finally, it hit her. Gasping, she swung the door open and sat in the seat right across from her, starring excitedly. The opposite girl looked at her, mostly confused and little nervous. Finally, Kaleena almost shouted, “Harley Quinn. You are Harley Quinn, aren’t ya?” The girl’s eyes got wider and for a moment, Kaleena thought she might have been mistaken but truly, she couldn’t have been. It was impossible. Taking a deep breath, completely aware that her memory was insanely more advanced than other peoples, she smiled. “Kaleena. Kaleena Weston. At your service.” Laughing, she held her hand out to the girl, shaking it sweetly. So, she wasn’t dead. She wasn’t lost. She was here. Waiting for Kaleena to find her. Or at least, that was what she figured. She could tell Harley couldn’t remember her but honestly, to Kaleena, that didn’t matter. Leaning in she said, “I have a secret.” Harley looked at her curiously and Kalina only smiled brighter. “Wanna know what it is?” Taking a deep breath, she leaned in even closer and whispered, “We are going to be best friends. I can feel it.” Hogwarts was going to be an adventure, at least.

Thomas was the tall, blue eyed, dark haired Ravenclaw that swept her up and made her smile more than she ever had before. He was seventeen, she was thirteen. It started out in early fall and she had been walking along the lake barefoot, a little after sunset. This was something she did if she just needed time to think, she went out in the rain or took a long midnight walk. A deep voice had ruptured through the silence and she had turned around lazily to see who it was. Before she knew it, the popular Ravenclaw’s lips had found hers. Her eyes widened at first and then she thought to herself, Hey, take a chance. So that is exactly what she did. They had barely known each other a few days and he had asked her to be his. She, of course, had expected. He was everything she had ever wanted. Tall, dark and handsome, fun-loving, popular, good at Quidditch, a fantastic kisser…it was all there. They dated for a few months and everything was perfect. She often enough found little chocolates by her bedside table which she would let Dapper, her little Capuchin monkey, eat or she would bring them to Harley. He would smile in her direction and she would melt. He would touch her and she would be happy for days later. It was insane how high he got her and anything he wanted, she gave to him. Eventually, he pushed for what he really wanted. Sex. And she gave it to him willingly. Of course, like her first kiss, it was strange, unfamiliar and extremely uncomfortable. But it didn’t matter, Thomas loved her, so she would find ways to show him her love. After less than a week of uncomfortable contact, it got worse. He was ordering her to do things, telling her he wouldn’t love her anymore if she didn’t. So, everything he asked, she did. Even after she did what he asked, it was never enough. Eventually, he resorted to slapping her when she didn’t do something well enough, fast enough, think of it herself. He beat her regularly and somehow, she was still clueless, oblivious to the fact that love was the last thing he felt for her. One night, she had gone out into the rain, walking and rubbing the sting of his latest bruise on her arm. Tears filled her eyes. There was nothing she could do right anymore, what had changed? It was exhausting. The voice she knew so well found her again and she turned to face him, shrinking in size immediately. He began screaming at her as the rain poured harder down on the two of them. A hard blow hit her face and she was falling, fast toward the ground. Slamming, face first, into the grass, she cried out as his foot collided with her side. Rolling onto her good side, she screamed as she felt him hit her again, this time hard in the stomach. Tears ran down her face, carrying make up with it and the mud splashed into her hair as he pushed her face down with the back of his hand. Then, she heard another blow, but felt nothing. Pulling her head up hesitantly, she saw three additional figures to her boyfriend, who was now lying on the ground. She blinked and one of the boys shouted the bat bogey hex which immediately sent Thomas choking on his own snot. She recognized her brother’s shout as he kicked Thomas hard. She just lay on the ground, blinking at the three boys rescuing her from her nightmare. Eventually, Thomas stopped snotting all over the place and he stood, only to get punched in the face again by each of the three boys. Once Thom had learned his lessons, Aidan had his arms underneath Kaleena and he was carrying her toward the castle, Kieran whispering in her ear that everything would be alright and Miles rubbing circles on her hands. Once she was safe in her bed, Harley was next to her whispering quietly in her ear that she would never let her hurt this way again. And Kaleena knew she wouldn’t let Harley to ever have the chance to worry about her again. The scars and bruises faded as she realized how truly close she was to those who had saved her that night. Aidan, Kieran, Harley and her favorite brother, Miles, became her focus, rather than boys. Since then, she has had sporadic one night stands and little dates but so far, she hasn’t truly let her get involved in anything. Yet. Hogwarts was an adventure, afterall.

Sample Post:

Oh, we'll fly alright.

The air was cold and the wind pulled at her cloak. Lightly, she yanked it off and let in float to the ground as she soared up higher into the air. Looking behind her, Kiki was gaining quickly, arms outstretched and eyes closed. Skye smiled to herself. Ever since they were so small, the two of them had preferred to be in the sky, rather than on the ground. She could remember Levi and Elijah attempting to take the two girls down, maneuvering to pin them or knock them down and Kiki would just laugh. That girl was the easiest to get off her broom but the boys never succeeded. Only Skye. Laughing, she looked past to see Tori kiss Isaac's cheek and her smile turned into a piercing smirk. Although she and Isaac had amazing sex, constantly, she knew she wasn't the third he wanted. It was Tors. Rolling her eyes and looking away before Tori was even in the air, she debated on saying something to the two of them. The memory of a few a weeks or so ago flooded into her mind. It was rough sex, something they occasionally did but less than she would have liked. She was moving just right to get Isaac screaming but it wasn't her name he was shouting. It was Tori. She had wrote it off because the sex that night had been way too good but she also knew he didn't realize that he had been saying it. At least, he didn't fess up to it. Laughing to herself, they fell in line again. The three were flying in perfect synchronization around the pitch, Skye leading and the two flanking her again. Oh how she loved being in the middle. She never really considered herself the leader, she would fall in line when it was necessary but, when she had the opportunity to lead, she used it to her full advantage. The air was growing colder and Skye's heart pounded harder. Lightning was what she was really hoping for.

Isaac shouted to them and the three turned to face him immediately. He ripped his jacket off and Skye nearly fell off her broom. If that was the way he was going to play, she had a few tricks up her sleeve too, but she would save them for later. Shouting to them again, she smiled and thought 'That'd be me.' The quaffle and a single bludger soared up high into the air and all three of their heads snapped up together. Skye gripped her broom hard and shot after the bludger. Whipping her wand out of her boot, she pointed it at the shed and a beaters stick zipped toward her and she caught it without even thinking. Slipping her wand away, she dodged the second beater stick that flew past her ear. Looking in the direction it had gone, she saw Tori flying close to her, nearly next to her, looking back. They smiled and Skye pushed herself farther forward. Pulling the stick up near her own ear, she sped toward the bludger and her stick smashed into it so hard, she would have thought the thunder had begun already. Laughing, she sped after it, Tori on her ass. God, she was fast. Catching up the heavy ball, she whacked it again, letting it soar toward Isaac's face. Suddenly, a great crack echoed through the pitch and she stopped to look up. The storm was there. So was the lightening. Screaming in pure delight, she soared off, seeing as Tori was way ahead of her by now, and went for Kiki. Flashing back, she could see a smaller Kiki in their yard as she flew, getting ready to throw the quaffle. Skye, testing her acrobatics, stood up onto her broom and when she was close enough, she leapt into the air. Now this was flying. Missing her by less than an inch, her broom soared underneath her in time to keep her from hitting the ground. This was something she had practiced over and over. Her aim was ridiculous with arms but she always seemed to Miss Kiki. That's why she was the one she practiced with, besides the whole, best friend thing.

Swooping close the the ground, Skyler looked up into the clouds to see Tori hitting the bludger, aiming it at her. Gasping slightly, she shot out of the way and soared up vertically along the stands. Flipping upside down and spinning a little, she shot toward Isaac. His gaze was focused on Kiki, her arm coming up to attempt a score. Smiling, she looked over to Tori, who seemed to have the same idea as Skye. Nodding, Skye bolted faster toward her target. Winking at Kiki, she flew so close to Isaac, the mere wind would have knocked him over if he wasn't so buff. Spinning completely around, she was just in time to whip the bludger headed her way toward Isaac. Seconds before the quaffle would have reached his extremely large hands, he was sent flying to the side, letting the quaffle soar through the post. Skye smiled. Isaac had been far too cocky, now he knew what was headed his way. Knowing perfectly well that she hadn't hurdled it as hard as she could have, she smiled. He was fine and she knew it. So did the girls. Raising her club into the air, she shouted, "Ten points for the sexy Trinity girls!!" Laughing, she flew to Kiki's side, high fiving her and watching Isaac. Tori flanked Kiki and then the three were off again. Skye tipped her head up just in time to see lightening coming their way. Smiling, she felt the cool rain begin to leak through the dark clouds. Now they could really start the game.

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, Jessica Lisbeth , have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

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