Name: Kelley Armstrong
Age: 38
Appearance: Kelley has long wavy brown hair, normally kept pulled back into a pony tail, or a bun. She has piercing blue eyes with a darker blue ring around them. She doesn't normally wear make-up...mostly because of her profession, however, you might catch her with some eye liner and lip gloss on...if you're lucky. Her attire is mostly cammies, and when not on duty casual. Jeans and a t-shirt, or sweater...depending on the weather. A scar on the outside of her left thigh about 4 inches long...she thinks it is a birth mark since she had it since she was born. A very toned body, slight curves, and a strong jawline, she tends to be seen as plain.
Personality: Kelley was always a quiet child, she tended to hold her feelings inside, never showing the world they true her. She didn't cry in front of anyone, and she barely laughed. Her life was filled with grief that it molded her into a very stoic person. If someone happened to catch her on a good day, and they told a joke or story that really made her laugh...she would chuckle. She would often smile, though knowing if it was genuine or not was something hard to determine. No matter the situation, Kelley was always trying to make the best of it, to learn a life lesson from it, and to just be okay with the cards dealt to her. The only time she would really open up is when she was around the children or animals.
If Kelley could have it her way, she would take all the children to live with her, but alas that is not practical. So instead, she tries to teach the children that they are worth having a loving home, and to never accept anything less...to do so would not be virtuous to themselves.
Despite her quite stoic demeanor, she is very kind and gentle. She tends to show that to everyone, even when they probably don't deserve it. Being in the Marines was the perfect cover for her stoic ways, and when people ask her why she is the way she is, Kelley often tells them, “My profession is not one to joke around with. Peoples' lives are in my care. I must close off all emotions if I am to treat each person the same as the other. I must be fair.”
Profession: Major in the USMC
Family history/character bio: Growing up in the system isn't easy for any child, and it mostly definitely wasn't easy for a child that was left at the doorsteps of a firehouse. Not only was she barely 5 weeks old...she was pale, thin hair, bony malnourished body, and dressed in nothing more than a filthy diaper and a kids size small shirt...she didn't cry. When the Fire Marshal found her after leaving his night shift, he would have walked by her had he not dropped his keys and looked to the left to see the basket. He thought she was dead.
When she grew older, and finally asked what happened to her, no one was able to tell her anything. No note, no idea on who the parents were, no record in the hospital on a birth around the time she was born that would match her description, no mention of siblings. She was completely alone in the world. She didn't even had a birthday to call her own, so she closed her eyes flipped through some index cards that had a month or day on them, until she finally got one. March 25th.
She jumped from foster home to foster home, until a sweet elder couple took her in when she was 10, and gave her a strict routine to live by. Bed times, awake times, how long she had in the bath, how much she could eat, she could play with friends (even though she really didn't have any) as long as she was back by a certain time. Homework had to be done every night, she couldn't bring a C home on anything. A very strict but structured life. Her foster parents were kind to her, and they started a saving account for her with her knowing. The made her work around the house to get a car (she only had to put down 25% of the car, they paid the rest), and she paid half of her insurance. She couldn't imagine what her life would have been like without them...she changed her last name to theirs when she was 18, a year before they died; unfortunately, they was in a horrific car accident and died on impact. Kelley was at home pacing, watching the clock when two officers came to the door. In shock, all she could do was sit on the couch, stare at the floor, and shake her head while tears streamed down her face.
Weeks after the funeral, Kelley did an estate sale, which all proceeds went to the local orphaned (where she volunteered). She also found important documents like a Will, accounts placed in her name without her knowledge, and a basket full of papers that she had drew or written in school that they kept. The only parents they she knew, were gone before she could truly realize what they meant to her.
At the tender age of 19, she joined the military. Even though they left her everything, and she was quite wealthy, she put all the money into a savings account, and joined. She was never handed anything, and she wasn't about to start now.
During boot camp she met a fellow Pvt David, and they hit it off. 2 years later they were married. A few weeks after their 1 year anniversary, they were divorced. Apparently it was hard for David to be faithful overseas. He begged her to forgive him of course, but she refused. He got very verbally abusive towards her, and eventually physically. It was then that she changed her station point and when to Cherry Point, North Carolina.
19 years into her career, Kelly is now a Major in the USMC. She still devotes her spare time to the (now) local orphanage, where she plays with the kids and do all sorts of crafts with them, and helps them with their homework.
She has a few friends that she met at the orphanage and on base, but she tends to always have something to do when they ask her to go out.
Notes: The scar in from a previous life, a betrayal from the one she loved, is said to never heal.
Her parents were high school sweethearts who happened to get knocked up at prom. When the child was born, they had no idea how to raise a child (and since they kept it from their parents) they had to “get rid of her.” Before they could figure out where to put Kelley, she was kept in her mother's closet. She was such a quiet baby, she only whimpered when hungry. It wasn't until she was placed on the fire house doorstep, had she ever been outside.
19 years in the military, living on base, gave her quite a stock pile of wealth...but one would not know it by looking at her plain and simple way of life.
!!The Big Fat Greek Family!! OOC
Also can I just do the Present Day versions but still do "flashbacks" so to speak of thier previous lives?
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Originally Posted by DoughGuy
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