Kaine
"Fuck who you heard it from."
Name: Karianne 'Kaine' Krüger
Appearance: Kaine is very thin, almost fragile looking. Her skin is unusually pale, as is her natural hair [platinum blonde]. Her eyes are a deep blue; they are usually glassy and/or bloodshot, either from lack of sleep, or drugs. She stands at 5’06”. She keeps her hair up to her shoulders, though, when she’s too lazy to cut it (herself), it is just passed them. Kaine is usually seen wearing t-shirts that are too big for her, and hole-y skinny jeans. On rare occasion, she will wear shorts, or dresses [since she barely has enough money to feed herself].
Other Names: Kaine
Titles: None.
Theme Song: Killpop - Slipknot
Birth Date: August 20, 1998
Current Location: Chicago, IL
Desires: Although she’ll never admit it, Kaine just wants to be loved/liked in other people’s eyes because her adolescence lacked love from her parents.
Secrets: She doesn’t like to admit that her father took advantage her as a child [sexual abuse].
Quirks: Kaine’s way of life makes her different from others because she usually ends up doing sexual favors for people in order to get money [ex. Giving her landlord oral sex to help ‘pay’ for her studio apartment].
Known Languages: English
Lures: Money, drugs, sex
Ineptities: Even at the age she’s at, she still can’t understand why her parents changed so much. It’s really hard for her to wrap her head around it.
Hobbies: Kaine usually does drugs for the sole reasons of ‘losing herself,’ and ‘having fun.’ Occasionally, she’ll have sex and do it for the sole reason of doing it, but she wouldn’t consider fucking a hobby (more like a sort of broken connection between people).
Morality: Above Good and Evil - Kaine doesn’t care about whether the things she does are good or evil. She thinks it’s a waste of time, trying to base your life around some sort of superficial judgement.
Perception: Kaine is realistic about the whole argument of glass half full or empty. She doesn’t usually care about things like that. She’s very moody, though, so that answer can vary at any moment.
Emotional Stability: Kaine isn’t necessarily ‘emotionally stable.’ Because of her history of abuse, though, she can take A LOT. She actually kind of likes being abused.
Humor: Kaine, for the most part, laughs at anything. She doesn’t have a specific ‘type of humor,’ but death and her own suffering can really make her laugh.
Reputation: In her world, she’s held as a badass. In reality, she’s known for her sexual activity, and her drug abuse. Most guys like being around her, and some girls don’t like her at all, because of her nonchalant attitude towards other guys.
Status: Popular, in a sense. She gets invited to parties a lot, and although she says she doesn’t have a lot of friends, she has a lot of acquaintances.
Height: 5’6” (167.64 cm)
Weight: 114 lbs (51.71 kg)
Nationality/Species: German - Swedish / Human
Hair Color: Platinum Blonde
Hair Length: Shoulder length
Eye Color: Pale Blue
Scars: Horizontal slashes on both wrists.
Tattoos and Piercings: Septum pierced, both ears.
Addictions: Cocaine (mostly) - Smokes (recreational) marijuana
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Significant Other: None.
MAY BE UPDATED
Last Update: 9 October 2018
TRIGGER WARNING
Alludes to sexual, and physical abuse,
self harm, and drug abuse.
This is a work of fiction, as is anyone named in this piece.
I wanted to be a fucking legend. One of those blonde badasses you see in the movies. Drugs were my movies, though. Each time I got high, I was the fucking movie star. The cameras were rollin’ 24/7, all eyes on me. I never disappointed. They wanted a fuckin’ show, I’d give it to ‘em.
Naive, carefree, and oblivious.
I was raised pretty well, I think. Mamma used to let me help her bake cookies, and play with the other kids around the neighborhood. I was living it big. Nice house, pretty mom, rich dad.
A day after my thirteenth birthday, Papa lost his job. That weekend, he got drunk, and that’s when I started contemplating suicide. For a while, Papa would call me names,
“You’re not going out, you little bitch. You’re staying here.”
Mamma would just give a little laugh and i’d be metaphorically chained to the house. Papa got worse though.
The first time he hit me, I took it. One big smack in the face.
I was seen walking home from school with a boy around my age. We were just friends, but Papa thought they were more.
“Little slut... I bet you spread your legs for him, didn’t you?”
The beatings got worse, and my sanity was beginning to slip through my small hands.
Mamma began acting like nothing happened. When I told her about those beatings, Mamma would shake her head and reply,
“Are you sure you’re not going crazy? Papa wouldn’t hurt you.”
I had scars on my wrists, and I wasn’t sure if Papa did that or if I had hurt myself to distract.
I didn’t think it could get worse than that until he started getting handsy.
I looked a lot like Mamma. Pale, blonde, and blue eyed.
They told me I was imagining that too, and that I was only hoping someone would touch me.
At fifteen, they took me to a psychiatrist, told him I was going crazy, cutting myself, and imagining shit.
They made me take these pills, saying I’d stop ‘imagining’ things, and that I’d be happier.
I felt like a fucking zombie.
At sixteen, I started sneaking out to smoke pot with that one kid that used to walk home with me. His name was Alvin. We were pretty close, and he’s the one who started calling me Kaine instead of Karianne. I liked Kaine better than Karianne. Karianne was a pussy. Kaine was a fuckin’ badass. I left that guy the moment I laid eyes on Alex— Some pretty, long haired nineteen year old who was set to graduate with my class. He was way behind on US Government, so I was his tutor. All I really did was do his homework for him while his fingers were at work under the table. I was in heaven. We were set to ‘run away’ together, but he bailed on me the day before graduation. He came back a week later, sayin’ he got some girl pregnant, and that he’d still kick it with me, if I wasn’t trying to get handsy with him. Apparently that’s what he wanted though. I was his little bitch on the side. We’d play, I’d let him hit me. He had some sort of god complex. Always called me his little angel turned demon. We still kick it. I suck his dick for drugs, while he knocks up every stupid girl he lays eyes on.
...I killed Karianne. I killed her, and I wanted everyone to fucking know. I coked her out, left her with a few traces of snow on her nostrils. Stupid bitch was naive, didn’t know what the fuck she was doing half the time on those silencers. She took those pills like fucking shots.
“Bottoms up, girls, we’re getting white girl wasted tonight.”
I’m glad she’s dead. If she wasn’t maybe she’d still be trapped at that stupid house, like the stupid bitch she was.
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Last Update: 25 July 2018
Trigger Warning
Alludes to: physical and drug abuse.
“Whatever happened to the teenage dream?”
Alex was blasting some T. Rex song, while I was doing lines off of the glass coffee table in the center of the room. We were in his nice ass apartment - Guess that's what happens when you're a fuckin' suck up to daddy.
Alex was going on about some irrelevant past times we had,
”Remember that time we got high in the school parking lot…?”
"... God, you were such a stupid little girl back then."
Yeah, and you were even more stupid.
It was all fun and games to him. I wasn’t listening, which probably made him angry, because he grabbed me by the hair right after I was done and got real in my face,
“You think I’m fuckin’ stupid? You aren’t listening.”
The only excuse I could make: “I’m tweakin’, what the fuck do you expect?”
He didn’t give a shit, because he was already going to town on my face, beating me as hard as he beat his dick at night.
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Profile
Name: Alex Martel
Age: 22
Ethnic Background:
Mother's side: FilipinoFather's Side: French CanadianMarital Status: Single
Height: 5'8"
Personality:
Alex thinks he's superior to anyone that Kaine comes across, since she's been at his side for so long. He has a sort of god complex when he's with her, though in reality, he's not very brave or courageous when it comes to fighting. He's soft at times, but never really shows that side in public. He mooches off of his parents, and lives in their apartment in the city.
Relationship / Connection to Kaine
Kaine met Alex in school. He was nineteen, and had been held back for failing US Government. After being set up with him by a teacher, they were inseparable. He made her do his homework, while she endured being abused by him, physically, emotionally, and sexually.
After graduating, Alex got rid of her, but a month later, he was crawling back. If he were asked why he came back, he would simply lie, "She kept calling me, so I came back."
Now she goes to him for drugs, since he actually has money, which he takes from his parents. She sees him once or twice every week, to please him to get money in return. Kaine thinks his abuse is a sort of love language, and since he doesn't abuse any of his girlfriends, she thinks he's the only one who truly loves her.