Name: Catherine Porter
Her form is willowy but there is a daintiness about her all the same, regardless of the fact that she reaches 5”5 in height she seems long legged and well proportioned. She seems to be made of contradictions but then by her very blood she is odd, although just the same as most America's with the mixed blood, however the mixture of Egyptian and Irish seems to have worked together in her favor, being born of two such different races certainly gave her interesting features, from the pale skin of the Irish to the dark hair of the Egyptian's.
She prefers to go unnoticed, not shrinking from attention in anyway, nor with her height is she easily dismissed, yet something about her countenance smooths people into thinking she is of little importance and often being looser with their tongues then they should be in her presence. Her eyes are large, almost doe like and with a petite nose it adds to the delicate charm she seems to exude from her very pores. Her body moves with a grace, not the deliberate one of a dancer, meant to draw attention to herself, but rather that of a willow tree in the wind, natural, breathless, effortless. There seemed to never been an aura of strain, worry or concern to cloud this female’s clear, and steady gaze.
Like the color of her clear eyes she prefers neutral colors and expressions, she is not one who was often roused to much emotion, and certainly never openly. She had constant composure, but it goes deeper then that, in her very soul she is not one to be open or loud about her thoughts, rather to ponder them slowly and her overly large eyes, the color a soft misty gray color that at times seem blue seem to suite her personality perfectly. Her face shape is defined but soft, there is hardly any color in her cheeks, her lips a soft shade of pink and her nose merely a slender, well formed fixture upon her face.
Her looks have altered since her experience however, her eyes are darker most of the time, shadowed depths and wary, sunken into her face, her bone structure giving her a slightly gaunt look as she is recovering. There is hardly any color to her skin, since the months of capture and then avoiding the sun after her release. Scars decorate her body at different places, one trailing up one forearm is the most noticeable, her bruises, some from deep internal bleeding at times are still slowly fading. Her eyes are now dull, flat and closed, her lips do not often stretch in a smile and she is not given to laughter.
Catherine was always a simple, easily pleased soul, she often solved conflicts merely by being present and lending a impartial ear to the dispute before her. And yet for all the softness of her countenance and personality once her word is given upon something it is taken with earnest. She was a stead fast and loyal friend, committed and quietly passionate to all she did in her life. While she was not as open and loud as most she did have a fire within her.
One does not need to speak the loudest to be heard, she discovered this and used the knowledge often. In fact her voice is never lifted above an average level of sound and certainly never seems to express anything other then indifference but before a few. Yet her soft voice, the sound of words forming upon her lips is often enough to silence those around her and earn her their attention. She had no need to work for attention, either people are wise enough to realize what and who she is or they are not. Cat had no intention of ever working to gain something she has no need of, each of her actions is clearly mediated through within her mind before acted upon, and even if she may seem ponderous and slow at times she provides a good juxtaposition to her older sister.
Catherine thought of herself as a balance, and in whatever situation she may have been put into she simply adapted and worked through it to the best advantage of her family. She may seem widely indifferent to all yet the truth is to a certain few she does attach herself, and she knows all at her school in passing at least and cherished by her family. She is approachable, trustable, the confider, counselor, keeping peace is just part of who she was.
Since the attack she had become withdrawn, nervous, she hardly speaks, or eats. Her time is spent in sleep or appointments with doctors. Her mind is falling apart under the constant mental attacks her memories give her. She is suffering badly from PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) and instead of taking the anti depressants and such given to her she refuses them for fear of being addicted and her new phobias of medicine and hospitals. Guilt lays in her mind, guilt and sorrow, all she wants is to be left in peace and yet for her family she goes to her doctors, refusing any real help, just wanting them to tell her family she is okay and waiting for her death to come.
A perfect childhood, or something close to it. She was second born, of four children. Her parents were high school sweet hearts, always constant to each other, one of those "lucky" pairs. Her father rose through the ranks of a PR firm while her mother focused on teaching at a local elementary school, the third grade mostly. Catherine didn't have everything she wished for growing up, but then she was quiet compared to her spirited older sister and easy compared to her very active younger brother. The three of them were close though, she loved both her siblings and was glad to provide the balance between them. At school the girl never had many issues through elementary school, sweet by nature and easy to get along with she was often friends with everyone in the class. And her younger brother's penchant for sticking up for her protected her from most bullies, those that weren't under the spell her older sister cast. So she floated, or glided, through her early years, having mostly one close girl friend (name here) that she was always close to.
Middle school was interesting, she started to get involved in clubs and such, found her love for dancing and enjoyed her younger brother's antics. When she was thirteen her youngest sibling and the last of the Porter family were married. Nancy and Mike, her parents, were happy to end their family size with four children. Sadly that same year their house burned down and they ended up moving into a old Victorian and her parents loved the idea of fixing up for her high school years. Her family was always one for group activities, not that her siblings were often into them, but Catherine was always there and often invited friends over for some Sunday BBQ or other fun activity. Summer camps, dance recitals,
Limits : My Ons and Offs, unless otherwise stated.