Columbine L. Kerol -accepted-

[Raven Angela Shroud]

• Name: Columbine (Also known as Col)
  
  
• Age:18
  
  
• Sex: Female
  
  
• Height: 5'8
  
  
• Weight: 90lbs
  
  
• Hair: Black, long, and very manageable, normally straight, sometimes curly.
  
  
• Eyes: Dark, dark brown, slightly a maroon color
  
  
• Physical Build: Tall, very thin, somewhat boney, and albino skinned, but nothing out of the ordinary.
  
  
• Location of birth: Paris, France
  
  
• Personality: Very old-fashioned. Col speaks in old English, out of habit, with a very very slight French accent, the last shred of proof that she was born in France. She's mild, calm, and very passionate about the things she believes in. Col is shy, quiet, and observant, so she notices things a lot of people wouldn't.
  
  
• Sire: None
  
  
• History: Col was born in Paris, France on April 18th, 1988. She was happy with her biological parents until she was three, in which she had begun to understand that they truely didn't want her. So, while a nice young couple was visiting France, Col was dropped off at their hotel door, crying, while they slept. When one of them finally woke up, Harold, went to the door, and was surprised to find a little girl crying for Momma and Pappa to come back. At that time, Col only spoke French, so he didn't understand it. Harold noticed a note on Col's shoulder, attached to her dress, and tok it, openeing it. It read:
  
  Dear Friends,
  
  My husband and I cannot take care of our little girl. She is sweet, and needs a home that is good for her, not the streets where we live. It is hard to give her up, but she deserves more. So we put her in your care.

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Of course, almost none of the words in that note were true. Harold, shocked, looked at the little girl on his doorstep, who had stopped crying, and was trying to tell him that her parents had abandoned her, but he didn't understand her. He took her inside, and woke his wife, Linda, telling her about the little girl, and handing her the note left by her parents. Linda immediately helped Col into a bath, and scrubbed her down until she was clean, and tried to find her something to eat.

The First Day of School

Columbine sat in her chair, fidgeting in the frilly pink dress her parents had picked for her to wear on her first day of school. It was hard, because she was still trying to learn English. She was still a little French girl. Which is what made everything so difficult. She sat patiently at her desk while the other children played games. The teacher walked in, a plump old woman with a kind face, and called the children's names, making sure they were all there. She called Columbine's name. "Je suis présent" she said. The teacher looked up, surprised. "Columbine, Vous parlez français?" [You speak French?] This shocked Columbine. The teacher spoke French. She nodded. "C'est mon langue originale" [It is my original language.] The teacher nodded, and then continued down her list of names. During that class, the kids teased her, trying to imitate her language. Columbine ignored it, mostly because it sounded very funny for them to make up nonsensical words in her accent. Only one child refrained from the teasing. She was a small blone girl with bright blue eyes, and a very nice face. She went to Columbine and shook her hand. "My name is Gladice. You're Columbine? I like how you speak French." Columbine smiled, but didn't say anything back, unsure of what English words to use to phrase what she wanted to say. But Gladice wasn't offended, she played with Columbine all day that day, and has been friends with her ever since, even if, she speaks Old English now.

Finding Shakespeare

Columbine wandered through her English class, bored. It was just before the two weeks of Chirstmas Vacation. She'd tried finding one of the little books Mrs. Cognato had found a good book, but they were tiny, and, even though she was only in second grade, still learning English, she couldn't bring herself to like litle books. Especially ones with pictures. She was already into books like Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles. So it was very hard to concentrate on the little ones. She asked Mrs. Cognato if she could go to the Library to get a book for silent reading. It was hard phrasing it, so she spoke in fragments, but Mrs. Cognato got the message, and nodded, writing her a pass. Columbine went to the High School Library, and looked around. These books were much better, much bigger. She was looking through the arts and poetry section when she founf a book that caught her eyes. The Works of William Shakespeare, it read. Columbine looked at this, and opened to the first page. She instantly liked this book, and went to the librarian to check it out. The librarian looked at her, surprised, but said nothing, and let her take the book for two weeks. Columbine ran all the way back to ehr class and showed Mrs. Cognato what she'd found. Mrs. Cognato laughed. "You're going to really read that, Columbine?" Col nodded. She shrugged, and said, "Good luck."

Over the next two weeks, Columbine spent reading William Shakespeare's words, and practiced how they sounded, and decided she liked this English. She pracitced with her parents, until she'd nearly mastered the English language, with a few new words added. She read and re-read the book over the next few months, continually renewing it to learn more, and understand. when she'd finally decided she was finished with William Shakespeare's book, she brought it back to the library and asked in perfect Old English, "Does't thou have anymore Shakespeare?"
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Likes and Dislikes

Columbine likes people who are educated, ad like to learn. She prefers dark things, which facinate her, because they are different from the normal every day things that go on. She likes to watch people, because she is studying human nature, trying to find why people do the things they do. She wants to know anything she possibly can. She really hates when men try to get her attention, and do stupid things. She doesn't very much like stupid people who have no reason to be stupid. She tolerates them, but doesn't like them. She hates to see people be bullied, and she really hates when people think they're better then everyone else. She ignores anyone who tries doing stupid things to gain her attention. And then, eventually, they stop. Surprisingly, she's never had a crush on aynone, or liked anyone in a way to be consudered more then anything just below friendship. She may be interested in what a person does, and watches them more carefully, but that doesn't mean she likes them either. In truth, she barely likes anyone. She is very much annoyed by her friend, Gladice, mostly because she became a mindless fashion drone, but she still treats her like a friend, and she loves her parents simply because they are her parents.[/center]