ASTALA, Kaija Emmi

[kaija emmi astala]

KAIJA EMMI ASTALA

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I'll stay with you
But remember
Be careful what you do,
'Cause I'm not bulletproof.

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Hey there, glad you could join us. So first thing's first, what do we call you?[/color][/font][/b]
Kaija Emmie Astala, nothing to it, just my name. Call Me Kai, If you'd like.
Okay, got it. And how old are you, if you don't mind me asking?[/color][/font][/b]
Twenty-fucking-four baby. I'm hella surprised I lasted this long, but hey, it's cool with me. As for my birthday, that would be July first.
Mhm and, now don't take this the wrong way, but are you a guy or a girl?[/color][/font][/b]
Haha, full on female here. I mean..look at me!
And are you straight, gay or...?[/color][/font][/b]
bisexual? pansexual?..To be honest I don't care.
Have we met before? You look so familiar![/color][/font]
Well I have been told I look a lot like Kerli Koiv, and hot damn! That girl is sexy. Maybe even sexier than that friend of her's Brian whatever. I'll gladly be mistaken for sexy people.

Excellent. Now, for the benefit of our readers, how would you describe your appearance?[/color][/font][/b]
I'm about five feet six inches? I'm skinny as hell. I have pale skin, and long blonde hair that goes to my hips. My eyes are a grey-blue color. I like to dress in skirts, corsets, pretty much anything that looks good to me. I edit my clothing into my style, and at times make it myself.
And if a stranger had to spot you in a crowd what should they look out for?[/color][/font][/b]
I'm told I have the 'bubble goth' look? I have two tattoos on my forearm: one of a butterfly, and the other tattoo states in Latin "Amicus Humani Generis" which translates "a friend of the human race." On my left forearm, again Latin, states "Agnus Dei" which translates "a servant of God." I have two Chinese symbols on the back of my neck, and on my left shoulder I have a tattoo of my sister. I have a labret piercing, tongue piercing, and a diamond nose stud.
What's the first thing this stranger would notice about you?[/color][/font][/b]
My hair? My style in general? Look for the girl with wild hair, and corsets..I'm pretty sure that covers the whole standing out in a crowd.
Let's just say this stranger decides to observe you for a bit - any habits or quirks they might notice?[/color][/font][/b]
I bite my lip, twirl my hair, Hmm..I guess that's it? I don't really pay attention to my habits. Besides smoking and chewing gum.
So this creepy stranger, what would their first impression of your character be?[/color][/font][/b]
I'm silly, and completely crazy, with a hint of bitchiness.

So, sport, you got any hobbies?[/color][/font][/b]
Well I guess my hobbies would involve, doing all that musical jazz, not that I think I'm much good at it. there is also modeling, and not to mention cooking, I've spent too much time in the kitchens back home to not enjoy cooking for people. I like helping out places, because the world needs more people helping out. I also enjoy spending time with my glorious friends.
Interesting! And what about the things you like the most?[/color][/font][/b]
I like a lot of the things listed above, obviously. Uhm..drugs are good on occasion, sex is good, but whatever. Yuyp..not much else to add here..next!
And there's gotta be things you don't like too, right?[/color][/font][/b]
i really hate assholes...I mean..their assholes..good enough explanation. I dislike my family, I dislike a lot of my past, and the past things that I have done to myself. I'm not a fan of pain, nor am I a fan of people who cause pain. I don't like talking about my sister, and I absolutely hate liars.
Great! So are you keeping any secrets? Don't worry, I swear I won't tell.[/color][/font][/b]
I don;t usually tell people of my past, or that sometimes I do still blame myself for my sister's death. I definitely do not tell anyone about my past disorders. I haven't come to that point yet, and I don;t know when I will.
My lips are sealed. Now, what would you say is your best quality?[/color][/font][/b]
I guess my best quality is that I'm caring, and willing to look for the good in someone. I can come off as harsh at times to some, but it;s a habit.
And your worst? C'mon, no one's perfect, kiddo.[/color][/font][/b]
I'm secretive. I always have been, and well..I know it's bad to keep big things from people you care about, and it can hurt them, but I never bring my self to being fully truthful. I can also be a bit too blunt.

Now how about the other people in your life, let's talk family.[/color][/font][/b]
Elino and Risto Astala are my parents. They are fancy rich snobs who are absalutely annoying, and to be honest..I may even hate them. I have a brother named Riku Astala. He is their clone, and for all I know, already married by now. I haven't had contact with my family since I arrived to america. Then there is darling Salli..she passed on years ago though.
Any pets?[/color][/font][/b]
No, but I would love a pet one day.
You're doing great, just a few more questions. So where are you from?[/color][/font][/b]
I was born in Tampere, Finland
I see, cool. So how come you ended up at [South Haven]?[/color][/font][/b]
I used to go to Hawthorne, but I graduated, moved to New York, and then a friend of mine found out his sister was attending Hawthorne..and well..I like it here somewhat..I have friends..so yeah.. I guess that explains it.
Almost done. So anything else we should know about you?[/color][/font][/b]
My life started like plenty others in the world. I was born into a family of three. My parents Elino and Risto Astala, and their three year old son Riku Astala. My family was high class, you know..fancy dinner parties, big Victorian houses, all that jazz. I grew up a pampered child, anything i wanted anytime. While my parents went off to dinner parties me and my brother stayed home with the nanny. I was quit the trouble maker, my brother was not. He was their perfect child. The star child they constantly showed off. Maybe i was to young at the time, or maybe they just didnt like me.

When i was nine along came the fourth child Salli She was a beautiful girl, and i loved her with all my heart. While my parents were away, and us kids were suppose to be studying i always snuck away to hold Salli. I had no idea what made me love her so much. Just the fact that she was my little sister. Unspoiled, and so sweet and innocent. I spent most of my time by her crib, playing with her, singing to her, telling her wild stories even though she didn't understand me.
When Riku turned fifteen my parents began to take him to their dinner parties, leaving me alone at home. I personally was fine with that. I usually helped Salli with her abc's and such.

I thought my life was absolutely perfect until i was fifteen. it was a sunny day, and me and Salli had been playing outside. My parents were away with my brother, and we were the only ones. She had just recently had her sixth birthday. We had decided to raise to the end of our block. At first we were side by side, but halfway down the block she had fallen behind me. I laughed telling her to catch up, but all i heard in reply was her yell in pain. When i looked back Salli was crumpled on the ground. I ran to her, but she wasn't breathing. Panic and despair had rushed through me, all i could do was cry for help.

Later in the day, the doctors told us that Salli had died, that they couldn't do anything to save her, and that she had died from Brugada syndrome, and while we were running she went into sudden cardiac arrest. I took this news harder than any of my family, crying a ran from the room, out of the hospital, and found myself at a bakery. I didn't know what i was doing, but i ate whatever i could until i felt sick.I payed and ran outside to the dumpster and threw up everything. I started doing this every time i thought about Salli. I would make sure no one was around, and then stuff my face, soon after puking it. Later when i was sixteen i had met some people, they had gotten me into drugs and Alcohol, and i soon went out to party with them all the time.

I had later started a band with some friends i had met singing at party's, living the life of a rock star. Drugs, alcohol, everything. My parents had gotten upset about my acting out, and said i would ruin their reputation if i continued acting like this. One day my mom walked in on me puking. After that my parents had a talk, and decided to send me away for "Help" I knew that they didnt care about my eating disorder, they just wanted me gone. They sent me as far away as they could. So i left my home in Tampere, Finland and arrived at Hawthorne.

Well, I attended Hawthorne..dealing with it;s drama, making friends, dating..doing the regular things. I did get hurt sometimes, and at some points was put in a hospital for puking blood, I was then hooked up to plenty of IV's, you know the standard eating disorder thing. I still cut after that though, kind of making it seem like my eating was normal. I was never suicidal though, well..not to the point where I would just slit my rists and wait to bleed out. It was more of the slow, agonizing pain type of killing myself. then I would be found and saved. It wa a vicious circle.

Well anyways. My senior year I got more counseling, and it wasn't until after I was..well..after I was raped. I don;t like talking about that part, and it is a very well kept secret I have. But Yes, I was raped, and harmed, and I fell apart, but that I think was when I realized I needed to get better. I never told anyone about the Rape, but I did focus on getting better, and got counseling for my eating disorder.

After I was discharged I went to New York to well..I guess try to live out my dream, as a pop star, or a model, or something. Maybe even a gourmet Chef. I did eventually get a job as a chef, and did that while I went to an arts school, I still had money from when I lived with my parents. I started modeling, and singing, but I'm not famous yet, a girl can only dream. though..I don;t know if I ever do want to be famous.

Well anyways..I graduated last year..and well..I'm just doing different things with my life, seeing where the wind takes me. right now, I'm just being here for my best friend.

Now it's time to find out about the player! What are we to call you?[/color][/font][/b]
Marcie..aka Sexy, or Twin
And how long have you been on this planet?[/color][/font][/b]
legally able to fuck..figure it out(;
So how long have you been trapped in the wonderful world of roleplay?[/color][/font][/b]
blah years
Any other creations of yours wandering this site?[/color][/font][/b]
12 others (;
And how did you find us?[/color][/font][/b]
I don't remember!
Is there anything else we should know?[/color][/font][/b]
Hi, my name is Marcie, and I have an addiction..to sexy characters.
And finally, the phrase that pays![/color][/font][/b]
blah blah

I'm Marcie..I love you, your sexy..I'm sexy. Better fucking love me too. (:

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