K'tanya Demonstar

List the steps of your survival plan for the zombie apocalypse

1. Call the Winchester boys.
2. Find the zombies.
3. Kill the zombies.
4. Save the world, yet again.

Duh.

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K'tanya sniffed disdainfully at the display that was in front of her. "I wouldn't be caught dead in those things. In fact, if someone were to put them on me after my death I would be forced to come back from the grave and exact my most heinous revenge."

Adam rolled his eyes and sighed. "They're just shoes, K'tanya. It's nothing to get so worked up over."

"Shoes? Those are not shoes. Jimmy Choo is a shoe. Valentino is a shoe. Those are an embarrassment to feet everywhere."

"Fine. Whatever. Just pick something already so we can go to dinner."

K’tanya shaded her eyes as she glanced up into the afternoon sky. The sun, which had already been up for hours, hardly seemed to have moved despite the hour. It was almost as if time itself had stood still, at least for the moment.

Perhaps that was her problem, she thought as she settled back into her chair. Instead of moving forward with her life, she was simply standing still, wishing for something she could never truly find. Maybe she should just let it all go, and finally fade away.

“I think maybe it’s time for me to go home.”

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K’tanya browsed through a quaint little shop on some tropical island who’s name she couldn’t quite remember. It was simply a way to pass an afternoon.

As she passed a stand filled with postcards, one of them caught her eye and she paused to pick it up. It was a romantic picture of two people who were obviously very much in love. K’tanya looked at it for a moment, then walked over to the old man running the shop and paid for the card.

As soon as she was outside, she ripped it into pieces and promptly threw them away.

There was no hesitation in her step as she walked out to the edge of the cliff. Glancing down, she watched for a few minutes as the ocean crashed against the base. It was mesmerizing the way the water would flow over the rocks, hiding them briefly, then revealing them again moments later.

One wrong move, one mistake in her timing, and she would end up shattered on them.

She continued to watch the waves for a few more moments, wondering how it would feel if she missed her mark. Not that it mattered.

Then, without another thought, she jumped.

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It turned out to be a working holiday. It wasn’t what K’tanya had planned, but being one of the highest paid supermodels in the world meant that sometimes there were certain compromises that needed to happen in order to stay on top. It was simply one of the many burdens of being exotically beautiful.

Adam however, was not pleased. "You look ridiculous."

"You only think that because you are stuck in the past and have no sense of current fashion", she replied as she shifted into a new pose. "Besides, I said I’d make it up to you."

"You’d better."

It was raining when she got home. A soft summer rain that cleansed the air of dust and left a scent that had always been her favorite. Now she barely noticed as she pulled her phone out and dialed his number.

It went straight to his voice mail.

"I’ll be ready to leave first thing in the morning. I’m packing light, just my passport and a few things to tide me over. I’ll get everything else I need later. I’ll see you then."

Then she hung up, walked out to the balcony, and let the rain wash the night away.

The fact that people actually WEAR these things is SO frustrating!

Who was the first fictional character you really fell in love with?
What qualities or traits did s/he have that made her/him admirable?
Did that character and those traits influence your development as a writer / roleplayer? If so, how?

The first one I can remember really falling in love with was Optimus Prime. There were other characters before that I liked, but none of them grabbed me quite the way he did. To this day he's still one of my all time favorite characters.

I think for me he was always that 'white knight' kind of character that little girls dreamed about when they were growing up. He was the one who was always there when he was needed, whether it was a literal rescue, or a figurative one. He cared about the people he worked with, and would do whatever it took to save them and the world. If that meant sacrificing himself for the greater good, then so be it. He was a hero because he did what was right, not because he wanted to be one. That made him awesome in my eyes. The fact that he was a robot didn't matter a bit.

I don't know that he really influenced my development as a writer or roleplayer much other than wanting to make sure that any characters that I wrote or developed would be the kind of characters that people either loved, or loved to hate. I wanted them to seem to take on a life of their own, like Optimus had done for me when I was a kid.