Wheeler, Kelsey Anette.

[Kelsey Anette Wheeler]

WELCOME ALL TO CURTAIN CALL
at the opera

KELSEYANETTEWHEELER

where did i go wrong? i lost a friend.
somewhere along in the bitterness.

`NAME; Kelsey Anette Wheeler
`AGE; 19 years
`SEX; Female
`ORIENTATION; Bi-sexual
`OCCUPATION; None yet
`NICKNAMES; None

LET THE MUSIC FILL THE NIGHT
and soon it's all we hear

`LIKES; Writing, singing, playing guitar, playing drums, listening to music, and talking.
`DISLIKES; Rudeness, idiots, fakes, people who can't take a joke.
`HABITS; Drinking.
`HOBBIES; Writing, singing, playing guitar, and playing drums.
`HEROES; Tuomas Holopainen and Jane Goodall.
`OVERALL PERSONALITY;

Kelsey is a huge joker, and will do almost anything for a laugh. She is almost never serious, and can make friends with almost anyone she meets. She's very energetic and is pretty ADHD. She can never focus on anything and when she tries, she zones out completely and then forgets what she was doing. Despite all of this, she is extremely intelligent and can hold enlightening conversation evenly for hours. She is kind of quirky and can never seem to stop talking. She'll find something to talk about - always. Now, onto the bad side of her. Kelsey, the poor girl, was born with abusive parents. When she was younger, she used to sneak out of the house and go get drunk with friends. Because of this, she has developed a semi-serious addiction to alcohol. She sees no problem in it though - just her having fun.

`QUOTES; "It's okay man, I got this." - In the face of every problem she faces with a friend.

RAGING VOICES IN MY MIND
rising from the orchestra

`HAIR LENGTH; Medium
`HEIGHT; 5'3''
`EYE COLOR; Gray
`ETHNICITY; White/Irish
`HAIR COLOR; Black
`PEIRCINGS; Bellybutton
`TATTOOS; A music note on her hip
`NORMAL DRESS; Tight jeans, a tight V neck, some sort of coat/jacket, and converse. Sometimes a scarf if it's cold.

I AM ON THE OTHER SIDE
they're howling in my head

`PARENTS; Tracy Wheeler[Mother/Deceased]--Nicolas Wheeler[Father/In a mental institution]
`SIBLINGS; Dalton Wheeler[Brother/Alive and well]

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It'd been a while. The sun was shining overhead with a heat that made Kelsey uncomfortable. Being from Ireland, she was still used to the harsh cold there twenty-four seven, so the heat was new for her. The weather was... nice. To say the least. Most people would have loved it, but it was just unnatural for Kelsey. The bleachers were a very shiny silver metal, and was exceedingly hot. Honestly, she had no idea what the hell she was doing here. Boredom, maybe? Most likely. Kelsey got like that sometimes, and just let her feet take her wherever they would. Today, they had carried her to a large football field, though there were soccer goals at either end, suggesting that it was also often used as a soccer field. There was a track stretching around the field, separated by a long fence. The track seemed huge compared to what Kelsey had back in Ireland. Most of her stuff back there was very low budget, but this was just... amazing. Even the stands impressed her; very big and stretching around the field in what seemed to be an NFL-type setup. It seemed like it could be. In a way, it was magnificent. Kelsey found herself smirking slightly at the sight.

Jukka, though, seemed to love the weather. He scurried back and forth in front of her like an excited kitten, his over-sized ears flat against his head as he ran. He was so small and cute, Kelsey still felt lucky for getting him as a shadow. I know I'm amazing. Kelsey rolled her eyes. "Very." She murmured as Jukka ran up and lay in her lap. She was laying flat on the bleachers, and lifted herself up on her elbows to scratch the tiny fox's head gently. It was weird how he seemed to know what she was thinking all the time, but also cool. At least none of her friends back home could say they were this close to someone/something. She'd grown extremely close to her shadow, and really didn't plan on leaving the island now, because that would mean parting with the cute, furry little bastard. Language! Kelsey rolled her eyes again and continued to stroke him.

It was about now that Kelsey heard movement below her. Kelsey moved forward to see who was speaking, because she knew she heard a voice. She was right - there sat a girl who looked to be just a bit younger than Kelsey herself. Perhaps by a year or two. Kelsey smiled, she looked kind of solitary, and sad in a way. Quietly getting up, Kelsey maneuvered herself down and off the bleachers and approached the girl, very quietly with Jukka cradled in one arm. Kelsey wouldn't be surprised if the girl hadn't heard her coming, but it's not like she meant to walk so methodical and silently.

"Erm, hey." Kelsey spoke almost awkwardly as she approached the girl, "Is something the matter? I couldn't help but notice you looked sad, for lack of a better term." Kelsey then mentally prepared herself for the girl's funny look at Kelsey's accent, a very thick Irish one. Kelsey always got funny looks from people over her accent - especially from Americans. They all either thought it was cool, or pitied her because they'd heard way too much about the IRA. If they're gonna pity an Irish person, do it for the right reasons. Like how the Irish government is a piece of shit, or how god damned cold it is there.