k.c. tyler - d10 ( FIN )

[Dreams]

Name: Kiana Catherine K.C. Tyler
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
District/Area: District Ten
Appearance:

Personality:

I'll figure out something

History:

I swear

Codeword: ODAIR    
Other:

[Dreams]

k.c. tyler
ten | female | seventeen

I'm sorry, mother
I'm sorry, I let you down
Well, these days I'm fine
No these days I tend to lie

If you call her Kiana, there is a 100% chance she will rip your throat out. Or, she'll try.

Not that she's utterly intimidating. Short. Of course, if you call her that, she'll most likely get angry at that too. Probably better to leave it at vertically impaired, or, even better, never say anything at all. Not that it would leave so much as a bruise; usually they just sting. Her thin legs are freakishly long, if you look at her proportionally. She has knobby knees, which are latticed with scars and scrapes from riding. But, she's tougher than she looks. For a girl who's built like a blade of grass, she can throw a surprising good punch, courtesy of her brothers. It's not particularly the best idea to be on her bad side.

If you are, don't take it too personally. She hates a lot of people.

Perhaps, if she were several inches taller, she would look brooding. Her eyebrows are angled downwards, giving a look of constant anger and annoyance. Dull blue eyes that always seem to be glaring and absent of light. Her face is narrow, making her lips look too big for her weak chin. Her ears are also considerably large, but she does her best to cover them up with that wavy brown rat's nest she calls "hair". The only treatment it ever gets are brief finger combs through the soft strands.

In other words, she doesn't seem to care if she looks presentable or not.

I'll take the Western train
Just by the side of Amsterdam
Just by my left brain
Just by the side of the Tin man

Being brutally honest, K.C. is not a very likable person, unless you happen to like opinionated hotheads.

She, if you can't tell already, has a very short temper. There is very little you have to do to get on her nerves. She could probably pick a fight in an empty room. For most people, she reminds them as a pitbulll; vicious, small, and never willingly letting go. If she argues a point, she will not stop until she wins, even if she realizes she's wrong. She's always vying for the last word. And, if the argument is won, the smug look on her face has driven at least two people to give her a black eye. But there's seemingly nothing that can wipe that arrogant smirk off her face, even a bloody a nose. She's that one person everyone pretends to be nice to but secretly hates.

But, hey, on the bright side, she's really determined.

That being said, it's clear K.C. doesn't like socializing. She doesn't have a lot of friends, if any, to talk to or hang around with. But, it seems like she's pretty okay with it. Most of the time, when not in school, she simply wanders around. She doesn't have to talk to anyone that way. No one that will listen, anyway. But she does talk to the endless meadows and her slightly retarded chicken. She really isn't shy or scared to talk to people. She's just... introverted. She's more comfortable with being alone, and since most people would rather not talk to her, it's a good thing she is.

She isn't lonely, if you're wondering. She likes it.

K.C. is a bit of a brute. What do you expect, growing up with five brothers? They were all predators, she was the prey. The victim of all of their teasing. If she was feeling sad, she would get pounded down. Every weakness she showed, the more sour and mocking words were spit at her. She's too scared to show her feelings anymore. She doesn't know that crying is actually acceptable by most people. But she's been told the majority of her life to just "suck it up", and its consequences are starting to show. If she has problems, she has to fix them herself. If she gets help, she automatically deems herself as incompetent. That's why she's so hard, and so angry.

If you feel any sympathy for her, don't tell her. She doesn't want your pity. Or, at least, that's what she'll tell you.

Your time will come if you wait for it
It's hard, believe me
I've tried
But I keep coming up short

The neighbor's barn burned down the day K.C. was born. Maybe that describes that burning fire inside her that never seems to go out.

She's a middle child. Three older brothers, two younger ones. Hugo, Liam, Oliver, Austin, and Xander, all in that order. Austin and Xander were unexpected twins, but the Tyler's are a relatively rich family, and they can easily support all six of their children. But all of the kids have turned out to be pretty jerky. To be fair to Paul and Lissa Tyler, their tried. But having six kids that have all been biting at each other's heels for as long as they could remember, there was no stopping the disastrous outcome.

Surprisingly enough, K.C. is the most collected child in her family. So you know what that means.

K.C. never realized that there was such a thing as being girly. She just thought everyone roughhoused and wrestled. It's what she grew up doing. It was somewhat of a shock when she went to school for the first time, seeing all of the other kids, girls especially, being calm and gentle. It was almost a present surprise. If she immersed herself with more school friends, she would've probably turned out to be a completely different person. But, she was stuck with her taunting brothers, and because of that, it turned her bitter.

For whatever reason, K.C. was never allowed to do work.

She was apparently "too weak" to handle any of the outside jobs set out for her brothers, and her mother never trusted her with doing any housework. She was even told to do her own thing when it was obvious they needed an extra hand. She fed all of the animals and collected milk and eggs, but that was never considered labor for her. Most of the time, she just wallowed in her boredom until something new popped up. Most people would spend time with friends, but at that point, she'd lost all of hers. Middle school was probably when that happened. When everyone stopped wanting to hang out with her because of her unappealing disposition. She never grew close to any of her siblings, her mother was usually strict or busy, and her father was absent, more or less.

But there's always light at the end of the tunnel, right? Maybe when she leaves the nest, she can erase her reputation and start new again.

At least, that's what she hopes for, because even though she would never admit it to anyone, she knows she could be so much better.

Kinda thought it was a mystery
And then I thought I wasn't meant to be
You set yourself fantastically
"Congratulations, you are all alone."

words: 1,080
lyrics: amsterdam, imagine dragons
fc: olivia brower
other: this is the first bio i've written in an extremely long time, so sorry if i'm missing anything or i've screwed up. i need to get back into the swing of things again.

ODAIR

But the rain won't fall for the both of us
The sun won't shine on the both of us
Believe me when I say,
That I wouldn't have it any other way

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