Keeya Koroma

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Keeya Koroma;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Sarah.
Age: Seventeen.
Years of Rping: About five or six.
Contact: MSN: [e-mail]

ID Tag;;

Alias: Kee.
Name: Keeya Koroma.
Gender: Female.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Age: Twenty.
Species: Human.
Job: She does whatever she can. If you have a faulty fuse box, clogged pipe, or dodgy car engine, she'll fix it for a fee. She also might happen to work in a few bars, but she generally gets by.
Religious Affiliation: Atheist.

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Systems.
2. People.
3. Survival instinct.

Summary:
Keeya has never been never acclaimed for her academic worth. Even in her childhood, Kee was able to recognise that if a knife was pulled on you, knowledge of the periodic table was not gonna help in the slightest.
No, Kee instead educated herself in things that did matter, and things that interested her. These just so happened to be systems. 'What is a system?' I hear you ask. Well, here's a few examples: plumbing, mechanics, electrics. Comprende? The thing is, anything with a set of unwritten, unspoken rules on how it works, Kee knows. This is strange, yes, especially considering that Keeya hates rules with a passion, but this is only when it applies to her. When faced with a dodgy toaster on the other hand, she'll have a field day with it, opening it up, tinkering around with the works, and after many years of interfering under sinks and with the workings of cars, she's become pretty good.

While we're on the topic of systems, Kee also understands well the system of society. The way people act, react, think in large groups. Mob mentality, it's called. And she knows it well. Conformity, obedience, the ways of the masses, and Kee knows how to shape it to her will. The thing is, an independent, anti-conformist soul such as herself is actually able to take a few mental steps back from the rest of everyone else, and examine them, figure them out.
Her most extraordinary talent, however, is her reading ability, and Kee is probably as accurate as any lie detector. But it's more than telling truth from lies. She can watch someone and tell the kind of person they are, what they intend to do, and when followed she can pick out her stalker in a crowd full of people. She doesn’t know how, but she just knows. When asked how she does it, Kee finds herself giving different answers in different situations. Perhaps a tremble in the voice, or a tone of voice that was either too assertively smooth and insouciant. Something around the mouth, a tremor in the chin, something around the eyes. There was always something. Maybe she just has a skill with picking out micro expressions. Sometimes she even wondered whether her gift wasn't so much as a capacity as an incapacity: she wasn't able not to see. Most people filter what they see when they looked at someone's face: they operate by the rule of interference-to-the-best-explanation, meaning that whatever doesn't sync with the explanation that makes the most sense to them they ignore. Keeya lacks the ability to tune out with what does not sync.

Lastly, there is her pure will to survive. She's a fighter. Always has been, and damn well always will be. Call it her 'spidey sense' if you will, or her 'gut instinct', but if there's something potentially fatal, she can tell. I mean, come on, this girl was pretty much raised on the streets; she can practically smell danger.
With this little talent, Keeya can keep herself alive quite well. It also comes in quite handy when she's in a fistfight. Perhaps some combination of her reading talent and her gut instinct has merged to gift her with the ability to predict between forty and fifty per cent of impending punches.

Weakness:
1. Superiority complex.
2. Untrusting.
3. Anti-conformist.

Summary:
Keeya believes that she needs no help from anyone. To her, she's capable of anything, even when acting single-handedly, and anybody with her is a hindrance, not a help. Team work? She doesn't know the meaning of the phrase. Additionally, Kee sees herself as superior to most women, unless proved otherwise, and ranks herself amongst men mentally and physically. Sexism has indeed taken it's toll on her, but in the wrong way. Nobody could be better than her at anything, nor faster, stronger, or smarter, and for the most part she's proved this to be true by pushing herself harder than ever.

Kee has an unshakable cynicism. It makes her distant towards nearly everyone, as she suspects the worst. Every man lingering on a street corner is a potential rapist or murderer. Again, this is part of her survival instinct. Not everyone is out to do harm, but some certainly are. Others call her a pessimist, but Keeya calls herself a realist, treating almost everyone around her with thinly veiled suspicion.

There is a difference between 'independent thought' and 'anti-conformist'. Galileo was an independent thinker, who discovered that the Earth was round and orbited the sun, not the other way around. An anti-conformist might be driving down a one-way road, and think it fun to turn around and go the other way just for the shits and giggles. Keeya is one of these people. Her behaviour is still group dependant, as she does just the opposite of what everyone else is doing, sometimes just to be dangerous, just to prove that she can't be tied down by rules or regulations. Though, even when being stupidly reckless, her survival instinct always kicks in right at the most lethal moment. If it didn't, she wouldn't be around today.

Appearance;;

Looks: Older than she is. She gets served alcohol, anyway.
Hair: Ebony black that falls to mid-breast. Oddly enough it doesn’t have the nappy texture of most African hair, but instead obeys the laws of gravity and falls past her shoulders in rough tangles. She might pull this back into a quick ponytail.
Eyes: A shade of brown so dark, her irises appear black, and are damn near indistinguishable from her pupils. Though, if a light happens to shine against her eyes, they glow a more bronze-ish shade.
Height: Five foot six.
Marks: Nothing defining. Her body merely bears the marks from two decades worth of wear and tear. Sure, a few burns and scrapes here and there, a few shaving cuts on her ankles, a couple of stretch marks on her hips from adolescent growth spurts, but doesn't everybody have them?
Race: African-American.
Skin Tone: Ever eaten chocolate so dark it looks literally black. Yeah… she’s that colour.
Body Type: A slim and ectomorphic frame that holds more muscle than curve. In this day and age, when nearly every woman has some complaint or other about their body, Kee claims she looks boyish, but it is merely athletic.
Clothing Style: Keeya has a fondness for clothing that doesn't belong to her. Ninety per cent of her wardrobe is filled with stolen men's clothing, stuff that's purposely big and baggy on her, stuff that she certainly won't get confused for a prostitute in. The other ten per cent are hand-me-downs from her male roommate. For some reason she doesn't wear women's clothing a whole lot, apart from underwear.
Footwear: Boots or trainers generally. She has a pair she usually wears which are muddy, scuffed, and the uppers and peeling away from the soles. She'll wear just about anything that she can run in or doesn't give her blisters. Heels are a no-no.

Summary:
There is no doubt that Keeya is a younger, carbon copy of her mother, in appearance anyway. She is the spitting image of everything on her mother’s side of the gene pool, with none of the elegance or manners to match. She’s very slim, almost painfully so, but with her high metabolism she could eat like a horse and put on little more than a few pounds. She’s not exactly what you might call flat chested, but she’s no Jessica Rabbit either.
She has a smooth complexion, large eyes and full lips, and her facial structure is nothing hideous either. Her forehead is quite high, with high cheekbones and a slightly curved nose. So I guess she’s attractive in some sort of way, but you never quite notice it with her for some reason.
Kee is also a natural night creature. Those days when the sun’s shining and the birds are singing, they just don’t capture her interest, and if she were Caucasian, she’d be as pale as anything. Instead, her dark skin tone blends in pretty nicely when it’s dark and dangerous out.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Alcohol.
2. Freedom.
3. Chances to be sarcastic.
4. Picking out other people's flaws, weaknesses and mistakes.

Dislikes:
1. Rules.
2. Religion.
3. Losing.
4. Being contradicted or argued with.
5. Men with over-inflated egos.
6. Other women.

Flaws:
1. Unreliability.
2. Sarcasm.
3. Lack of subtlety.

Blessings
1. Daring.
2. Common sense.
3. Honesty.

Summary:
Eesh, time to get down to Kee’s nitty gritty details, huh? Okay, here goes.
The most obvious thing that can be told from her is that she’s a no-nonsense kinda girl that doesn’t take crap from anyone. She’s the kind of girl who says what has to be said and does what has to be done, with no concerns for getting her hands dirty just to get things done. She’s level-headed, not easily angered, pissed off, or upset, because she sees through attempts to manipulate her like Plexiglas. She possesses an unshakeable common sense and almost brutal honesty along with a wickedly unique sense of humour.

With an acerbic personality, Keeya has a tendency to come across quite strongly. While lacking in charismatic appeal and almost never the leader of a group, Kee has certain strength to her personality and fire to her charm that lets people know that she will be there to get the job done, no matter how much audacity it takes to get there, and she has an outlook on life that is slightly cynical but overall down-to-earth and level-headed.

Kee is... the rebel child. She possesses flaming independence and disregard for rules or laws; whatever's good for her goes, and that's that. Trespassing? Pssh, like she cares. GBH? Well, that guy shouldn't have hit her first then, should he? Shoplifting? That’s what you get for making the prices too damn high. This goes to the extent that occasionally she will purposely defy any rules and laws imposed upon her just to prove that she cannot be contained.
She can be highly unreliable, doing things when she wants, and backing out of a deal if she has better things to be going on with. From time to time she stops honouring her promises when it becomes inconvenient for her to do so.

Despite all this, there are good things about her, but they're the kind of things where you've gotta squint to see 'em. She's truthful, she’s honest, and she'll tell things like it is even when subtlety would be a more appropriate course of action. She'll keep herself out of trouble for as long as she can, and her streetwise knowledge is second to none. She's pretty easy to talk to when she not armed, but most of all, in spite of al the barbs you have to get past, she's got good intentions, really.
But headstrong, super-confident, and disarmingly forthright, Keeya knows that to stay on top you don't have to be as good as any man. You have to be better.

Background Check;;

Family Members: Nawiri Koroma - Mother.
School Attended: Central High School
Graduation Year: 2007
History:
Can you say ghetto? Shitty streets lined with shitty people? Well Keeya can say that nicely! Hell, she even has a word for it; home.
Life had always been like that. Her mother raised her alone in the city of Detroit, Michigan, in a little house near LaSalle Gardens. Growing up, Keeya was surrounded by murder and abuse on the news, and it never fazed her in the slightest. She was a loose cannon even when young, so it was a good thing that Nawiri knew how to be tough with her.

Never in her life had Keeya ever dreamed that the creatures in horror stories the Vampires and Were-creatures could be real - never mind inhabiting the same city as her. To her, they were just fictional creatures that could be forgotten as soon as the storyteller had finished. During her childhood Keeya remained blissfully unaware of the races all around her.

As a kid, Keeya was the kind that one look at and you knew she was the one stealing the glue because she liked to smell it, the one that when you said 'alright class don't do this', her dumb ass ran off to accomplish it as fast as possible. She liked school for one reason; it gave her a good list of rules she could go break. You see, Kee never liked rules. She thought they were dumb. Telling people what they couldn't do was as good as asking them to go do it! So Keeya had decided as a young lass that she would personally show people how dumb rules were by breaking all that she could. Every freaking chance she got she would take it.

There were always fights at school, and having gotten into a fair few of them herself, Keeya soon picked up how to fight. She quickly learned that it wasn't about scoring points for fancy moves, it was just about hurting the other SOB more than they hurt you. The kids always used to sit in the hall and gamble, smoke, and vandalize the place, and this is how Keeya grew up.
Keeya and school had never clicked well. They said do this, she said suck this. They told her where to go, she told them where they could go. It's nothing short of a miracle that both parties lasted until she was eighteen.
The funny thing about breaking all of those rules is they have a way of changing into laws. Now every young hoodlum has found themselves at this crossroads at one point or another, and it's pretty easy to tell which path Kee chose. More than once has she found on the wrong side of the law, but with prison population booming, nobody ever gave her more than a warning and a mark on her record. After all, who the hell cares about a few broken windows?

With her new-found freedom, Keeya moved out of Detroit, and went on to rent three flats in quick succession, each one moving further east until she finally settled down in New York. Through her part time bartending job, she met Nathan, and moved in with him in a cramped little flat with another girl, Rosie, who was six months pregnant at the time and a Rottweiler pup that Keeya had adopted on her travels east. They got along well to say the least, and things worked out for them. They sorted out rooms, did each other's laundry, and kept Rosie happy with her cravings. None of them ever cared about what anyone else was doing as long as they all helped with the rent when it mattered.
So, life goes on, none of them ever knowing about the races on their doorstep. Keeya found herself a mechanics apprenticeship and learned to sleep through the sounds of Rosie's crying baby after it was born.

Code Word:
'Do the mashed potato, do the twist.'

Mad Skills;;

Kee didn't know why she was awake. She'd simply found herself lying on her back, wide-awake, listening to the noises of the flat, the soft breathing of the dog laying on the bed beside her, the restless turning of Nathan as he slept. Her dark eyes were dull as she stared thoughtlessly at the bedroom ceiling. It took her a moment to realize that this was the state that she'd been for the past few minutes. It took her a few moments after that to try and identify a possible reason for being awake, but after a few moments of thought, she found none.

Kee turned over, draping her arm over the heavy furry black body of her Rottweiler. Moose was no longer a puppy, but not quite an adult, either. He looked threatening, but she knew that he was a total softie. The smell of his fur calmed her as she gently disentangled herself from her cocoon of sheets and climbed over Moose, her feet silently touching the thin carpet. She shuffled between the thin crack between hers and Nathan's beds and slipped out into the room beyond. From the adjacent room there was silence from Rosie and her baby. It was nice not having to smother yourself with a pillow just to get some sleep. Sometimes even Nathan and Keeya had to take care of the baby, since Rosie often went out with different boyfriends every other night. Kee doubted even she knew the father, but judging by the infant's olive skin, her and Nathan were betting that he was Latino.

In the oversized men's shirt she'd worn for bed, Kee padded into the kitchen, leaning over the sink and wedging the window open to tempt in a breeze. The moonlight streamed in through the glass and rolled across her smooth brown skin, making her visible despite the darkness and her black clothing. From the street below she heard low male voices in deep discussion, but Kee decided not to listen as she opened the fridge door, took out a carton of apple juice. She checked the sell by date, sniffed it, finished off what remained. She binned the empty carton.

The flat was dark and quiet. From the open window the dim sounds of traffic and sirens floated into the kitchen, surrounding her with the serene sounds of the night. She could feel the barest hint of a breeze upon her arms and thighs, the tiles under her bare feet were cold, making her nerves tingle as they felt alive. Feeling the warm weight of her long hair on her shoulders, Kee used the hair band from around her wrist to tie her hair back into a quick ponytail and lingered in silence as she wondered what she could do. The voices from the street were faintly audible and unthreatening. Somewhere in the distance a dog barked. Kee opened the fridge again and checked for beer.

[Isi Runasimi]

I l o v e Keeya! Accepted. Welcome to the site.