I'm the extra puzzle piece you leave in the box when your perfect picture is complete. Catherine “Cat/Kitty/KitKat” Brown 19 years old FemaleAppearance: (See above picture) Standing at 5’4”, Catherine always felt too short. She weighs the average for her height, proportions in her favor as she has a natural hourglass figure. She doesn’t have much muscle, at least not in her arms. If she has any it’s in her back and legs. She has a soft countenance, not toned and sharp like many girls today, but with a rounder face and body. She has pale skin, short, wavy brown hair, and large brown eyes that always suited her nickname by the way they were shaped. She has very few freckles, much preferring the indoors to the outdoors. She has one tattoo, a butterfly on the inside of her right wrist, and her ears pierced. She usually wears comfortable, but tight clothing. Such as camis, racerback tanks, yoga pants, sweat pants, denim shorts, slouchy sweaters, etc. And if she can go barefoot, she will. She has also said on more than one occasion she wished clothes were unnecessary, hating being dressed at all. Thus her comfy wardrobe. Personality: Cat is easy to be around. She listens intently when others talk, and doesn’t forget things very often. She is responsible when the situation is something she cares about, and more mature than many 19 year olds. She likes to see the big picture and appreciates the present circumstances it takes to get to the future. She is calm and happy most of the time, as long as she’s not left alone for long periods of time. She can get incredibly moody and lonely, prone to depression when ignored. She can be your best friend, but not likely your worst enemy. She’s too lazy to care about holding grudges for longer than say, a year. She is a homebody and doesn’t enjoy being constantly busy. Likes: Video games, fast cars, junk food, playing games or sports just for fun, cuddling, attention, sarcasm, cats
Dislikes: Old books like Dickenson, vegetables, competitiveness, clothes, judgment or bullying, people who don’t listen especially kids, the dark
Bio: Cat was born to a single mother who barely made ends meet. Because of this, she often enlisted her mother and father to babysit Cat when she was a little girl rather than pay a babysitter. Cat spent most of her time with her grandfather, as her grandmother was a cold, bitter woman. Her grandfather however, was kind and loved working on cars, owning his own shop. When got started school, she had trouble making friends. She was incredibly shy, smart, and controlling. When she did make a friend, she wanted them to spend all their time with her, craving attention. Eventually she lost every friend she ever made doing this.
By the time high school rolled around, Cat tried to fit in with one of the cliques. She wasn’t rich enough to be popular. She was resented as ‘too pretty’ amongst the geeks. She couldn’t play an instrument to save her life to join band or orchestra. She was too good for the bad kids, and too bad for the good kids. She eventually retreated to eating lunch by herself outside and just avoiding others.
High school was awful for Catherine. She was bullied a lot. Called fat, slut, ugly, her nose called too big, verbally sexually harassed throughout the halls, laughed at, tripped, etc. Her self confidence, which had never been high, dropped to zero.
She began acting out at this point. She’d always been a fantastic liar, trying to get people to like her. Now she used the skill to her advantage against her never present mother. She lied about everything. What she was doing, with whom, and where. She found what she thought was acceptance with some college guys and girls when she was about 16, beginning to date one of the guys who was 24 years old. During this time she did get drunk a time or two, began cussing now and again, but never anything too brash, and began racing cars on lonely country roads with her boyfriend. He taught her how to race after she sat with him during his own several times. She had a handle on it from the get go, still helping out with her grandfather and eager to become a mechanic after high school. She was talented at it and won a few races.
Her mom caught her in bed with the older man one day when she was 17 though, and chaos ensued. She was told she was never leaving the house. She would never see the boy again. Not to mention slapped across the face and called a slut. Again. She ran away the next day. She made it out of state before she was caught, and taken in by police. They were supposed to just hold her until her mother could come pick her up, but instead they stripped her down, marked off all her scars on a piece of paper, put her in a jumpsuit, shackles, and cuffs, and transported her to jail for her mom to pick her up there. She was traumatized by the whole experience with the police and other inmates, now terrified of going through such an experience again.
After her mom picked her up, she ended up breaking up with the older guy, focusing more once again on her studies and seeming to become the good, shy girl she’d been prior. At 18, the day before graduation, her grandfather was shot and killed in his shop. The most important person in her life, Cat refused to leave her room instead of going to graduation. And she couldn’t imagine running her grandfather’s garage without him there.
The day after graduation, her mother took her bedroom door off the hinges and yelled at her while crying saying how selfish she was for not even asking her how she felt about her dad's passing, and not even cheering her up by going to graduation. Cat just shoved past her and ran outside, wandering and crying. She sat down against a building with her face in her hands when she felt someone put a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see a guy about her age, asking her what was wrong. She didn't say much, but enough to where he seemed to feel sorry for her and asked for her number in case she ever needed to talk. So unused to kindness, she gladly agreed, learning his name was Bradley.
After a few phones calls, he got more and more clues to her kind of crappy life and offered her a way out. She took it. She moved in with him to get away from her old life and started helping him with his business. She could do quick math, and had a friendly face and disposition. Those who were leery about buying weed illegally were calmed by her, and many returned thanks to her playful flirting. Luckily, Bradley found her useful in these ways so she got to stay, and she's known him for almost a year now.