Post by Katarina Stanton on May 16, 2009 18:53:33 GMT -5
{I CANT BELIEVE THE NEWS TODAY}
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME:Katarina Autumn Stanton
AGE:14
YEAR or OCCUPATION:4th
BIRTHDAY:August 21st
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL:Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE:Slytherin
FAMILY:
Arthur Stanton - Father -47 - Entrepreneur
Felicia Bentley - Mother - 43 - Real Estate Agent
Antoinette Phillips - Step-Mother - 24 - Socialite
ANYTHING ELSE: Katarina isn't quite your average girl. She was raised into the lap of luxury and treated as a princess from the very beginning. Vast amounts of just about anything were perpetually at her fingertips, and if there was anything that was written as "off-limits" to the young girl, you'd be certain that her powerful father would make it not so for his little "Kitty-Cat".
When she was eight years old, she often found herself indulging in what her Mother liked to call "play dates", finding herself in a room with two or three other children of her age and wealth, and being forced to spend hours at a time with them. It was during this time that Katarina discovered her deceptive people skills and truly showed off her intelligence.
Rest assured, Katarina Autumn Stanton is a very intelligent girl, understanding concepts that are beyond women her age, though her beauty seems to overshadow that. Most take one look at her and see a bimbo who probably can't spell to save her life...that's definitely not Kat....but it is her Step-Mother.
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
hi, my name is LILLS and i joined because I MADE IT.
{AND THE BATTLES JUST BEGUN}
FULL NAME:Katarina Autumn Stanton
AGE:14
YEAR or OCCUPATION:4th
BIRTHDAY:August 21st
SCHOOL/FORMER SCHOOL:Hogwarts
HOUSE/FORMER HOUSE:Slytherin
FAMILY:
Arthur Stanton - Father -47 - Entrepreneur
Felicia Bentley - Mother - 43 - Real Estate Agent
Antoinette Phillips - Step-Mother - 24 - Socialite
ANYTHING ELSE: Katarina isn't quite your average girl. She was raised into the lap of luxury and treated as a princess from the very beginning. Vast amounts of just about anything were perpetually at her fingertips, and if there was anything that was written as "off-limits" to the young girl, you'd be certain that her powerful father would make it not so for his little "Kitty-Cat".
When she was eight years old, she often found herself indulging in what her Mother liked to call "play dates", finding herself in a room with two or three other children of her age and wealth, and being forced to spend hours at a time with them. It was during this time that Katarina discovered her deceptive people skills and truly showed off her intelligence.
Rest assured, Katarina Autumn Stanton is a very intelligent girl, understanding concepts that are beyond women her age, though her beauty seems to overshadow that. Most take one look at her and see a bimbo who probably can't spell to save her life...that's definitely not Kat....but it is her Step-Mother.
{WE EAT AND DRINK WHILE TOMORROW THEY DIE}
A small sigh escaped her swollen lips as consciousness slowly washed over her. She had been sleeping for only Merlin knew how long, and hadn't left her bed chambers in almost a week. She had just become so tired lately, now more than ever as she reached the end of her pregnancy. The idea that she would soon be a Mother loomed over her pretty head with enough passion to drive her off the wall. She was going to be a Mother...
Who would ever have guessed that a woman like Fawne would ever let herself slide into such a domestic lifestyle? Certainly no one would have called that when she had attended school, as she had been one of the girls that ran wild about the schoolyard. Boys chased her with a passion, and she was only too happy to oblige to their wishes. She'd let them capture her and play with her for only one night, and that would be it. She wouldn't waste time thinking about anyone in particular, as she had never dreamed of becoming attached to anyone...until she met Vasili, that is.
He had seemed to be just like any other of her conquered men, save for the slight age gap. True, he was not the oldest man she had ever gone to bed with, but the age difference was enough to be noticed. She had been about to turn eighteen when she met him, and he was roughly thirty years old at the time. Most would find that appalling, but neither party found it to be enough so to stop carnal urges. They had become one there upon their first night of meeting, and though Fawne had tried to push him out of her thoughts, he had lingered there...making her actually pine. Vasili had also thought of nothing but her as it would seem, as he from that point on made it his goal to capture her very being...and he accomplished his goal. they courted for some time, were engaged a little while after that, and now? Now she was no longer called Macriles, but Petrovsky, and had a rather round bump protruding from her abdomen. Three young ones were growing steadily inside her, productions of the man she loved, and though she was eager...she so hated him for this timer period.
No matter how mature Fawne would become with age, she would always be vain...and a large pregnancy reminder that kept her from peering at her tiny feet was not something she found cute or adorable. She despised the fact that for these months she had to be...fat. When the hormones took over, she let Vasili know just how much she hated it. He wouldn't do anything about it, just smile or chuckle as she beat upon his broad shoulders, causing bruises but nothing more serious than that...oh how she hated being pregnant...but soon, she would be rid of this. Her due date approached at a more rapid speed, and Fawne was only too eager to give birth and get on with her life.
A yawn escaped her as she rolled over onto her side, her blue eyes hazily escaping the confines of her closed lids as she began to awaken for the day. Parallel to her lay her husband, asleep as it were, his mouth slightly open as he continued to slumber. If she had been slightly more hormonal upon waking, she might have slapped him just so he could experience some discomfort, but luckily her estrogen levels weren't entirely high upon her waking. Instead, with a wry grin, she figured that maybe it was time to vacate the confines of her bedroom, and possibly venture out toward a new room in the house.
As she sat up, the parasitic growths within her cried out the way only fetuses could, and Fawne shook her head disdainfully. Ah, the only room she could go to in her state, or think of going to besides the bathroom...the kitchen.
Heaving her larger form out of bed(well, only her stomach had increased in size. really she was still as willowy as she was before...), leaning her weight upon her swollen feet, grabbing her soft bathrobe, before proceeding slowly down the grand staircase that led to the lower levels. As she began to enter the kitchen, she stopped in her tracks. Something was not right about this...something was off. She felt...a chill. Well, that wasn't right at all. there was no reason to be any cold draft floating in, as Fawne had ensured that no such thing would happen. She absolutely despised the cold, and seeing as she lived in one of the more frigid regions of the world, she had made sure each passage was sealed air tight to prevent any unwanted air flow. Something had been tampered with, and she wanted to know what.
Wandering about her own home, she hunted for the disturbance...finding a guest bathroom door ajar, and the window within wide open. Now...Fawne would never in her right mind think to open a window in her Russian manor, and she knew Vasili wasn't stupid enough to do the same...
With a look of mingled curiosity and fury, she let one hand protectively stroke her large abdomen before she proceeded throughout the house. She was about to head up the stairs and prod Vasili awake when she heard noise coming from within the study.
Well...she could run for Vasili, but Fawne too was a big girl. She may have been more vulnerable in her current state, but she still had little fear.
Turning the knob of the door, she opened the wooden threshold and found herself looking upon a girl with dark hair and an expression of indifference...and eating the cake from her icebox no less.
"...might I inquire who the hell you are and what you're doing in my home?" Fawne asked stiffly, doing her best to keep a calm face. If things got out of hand, she would merely shout for Vasili...but for now...she could hold her own.
Who would ever have guessed that a woman like Fawne would ever let herself slide into such a domestic lifestyle? Certainly no one would have called that when she had attended school, as she had been one of the girls that ran wild about the schoolyard. Boys chased her with a passion, and she was only too happy to oblige to their wishes. She'd let them capture her and play with her for only one night, and that would be it. She wouldn't waste time thinking about anyone in particular, as she had never dreamed of becoming attached to anyone...until she met Vasili, that is.
He had seemed to be just like any other of her conquered men, save for the slight age gap. True, he was not the oldest man she had ever gone to bed with, but the age difference was enough to be noticed. She had been about to turn eighteen when she met him, and he was roughly thirty years old at the time. Most would find that appalling, but neither party found it to be enough so to stop carnal urges. They had become one there upon their first night of meeting, and though Fawne had tried to push him out of her thoughts, he had lingered there...making her actually pine. Vasili had also thought of nothing but her as it would seem, as he from that point on made it his goal to capture her very being...and he accomplished his goal. they courted for some time, were engaged a little while after that, and now? Now she was no longer called Macriles, but Petrovsky, and had a rather round bump protruding from her abdomen. Three young ones were growing steadily inside her, productions of the man she loved, and though she was eager...she so hated him for this timer period.
No matter how mature Fawne would become with age, she would always be vain...and a large pregnancy reminder that kept her from peering at her tiny feet was not something she found cute or adorable. She despised the fact that for these months she had to be...fat. When the hormones took over, she let Vasili know just how much she hated it. He wouldn't do anything about it, just smile or chuckle as she beat upon his broad shoulders, causing bruises but nothing more serious than that...oh how she hated being pregnant...but soon, she would be rid of this. Her due date approached at a more rapid speed, and Fawne was only too eager to give birth and get on with her life.
A yawn escaped her as she rolled over onto her side, her blue eyes hazily escaping the confines of her closed lids as she began to awaken for the day. Parallel to her lay her husband, asleep as it were, his mouth slightly open as he continued to slumber. If she had been slightly more hormonal upon waking, she might have slapped him just so he could experience some discomfort, but luckily her estrogen levels weren't entirely high upon her waking. Instead, with a wry grin, she figured that maybe it was time to vacate the confines of her bedroom, and possibly venture out toward a new room in the house.
As she sat up, the parasitic growths within her cried out the way only fetuses could, and Fawne shook her head disdainfully. Ah, the only room she could go to in her state, or think of going to besides the bathroom...the kitchen.
Heaving her larger form out of bed(well, only her stomach had increased in size. really she was still as willowy as she was before...), leaning her weight upon her swollen feet, grabbing her soft bathrobe, before proceeding slowly down the grand staircase that led to the lower levels. As she began to enter the kitchen, she stopped in her tracks. Something was not right about this...something was off. She felt...a chill. Well, that wasn't right at all. there was no reason to be any cold draft floating in, as Fawne had ensured that no such thing would happen. She absolutely despised the cold, and seeing as she lived in one of the more frigid regions of the world, she had made sure each passage was sealed air tight to prevent any unwanted air flow. Something had been tampered with, and she wanted to know what.
Wandering about her own home, she hunted for the disturbance...finding a guest bathroom door ajar, and the window within wide open. Now...Fawne would never in her right mind think to open a window in her Russian manor, and she knew Vasili wasn't stupid enough to do the same...
With a look of mingled curiosity and fury, she let one hand protectively stroke her large abdomen before she proceeded throughout the house. She was about to head up the stairs and prod Vasili awake when she heard noise coming from within the study.
Well...she could run for Vasili, but Fawne too was a big girl. She may have been more vulnerable in her current state, but she still had little fear.
Turning the knob of the door, she opened the wooden threshold and found herself looking upon a girl with dark hair and an expression of indifference...and eating the cake from her icebox no less.
"...might I inquire who the hell you are and what you're doing in my home?" Fawne asked stiffly, doing her best to keep a calm face. If things got out of hand, she would merely shout for Vasili...but for now...she could hold her own.
