Karlie Clementine Knight

Age:
18
“Free, single, and ready to mingle at home with my books and nobody else.”

Gender:
Female
“Last time I check, I have a vagina or I’d like to call it a vestibule that leads to blood, blood, blood, and death.”

Birthday:
January 5th
“Proud Capricorn at your service.”

Track:
Science - Emphasis on Chemistry
“Talk science to me, baby. Wow that sounded so incredibly weird and awkward.”

Appearance:
“Surprise! Just another blonde with another brain.”

Karlie has wavy blonde hair falling just slightly above her shoulders. She use to be a brunette as shown with her brown roots that are slowly growing out. She stands 5’3, well 5’2 and a half but she'll always tell you that she's 5’3. Her oval face and her high cheek bones emphasizes her baby-like rosy cheeks. Karlie is known for her sweet smile as her steel blue eyes lights up brightly whenever a grin breaks out. She habitually squints whenever she laughs, landing her a “squinty” nickname. Karlie has a tanned complexion due to being the captain of the Water Polo team. She’s rather muscular and toned despite her small frame and petite stature.


Personality:

“I’m not a party pooper. Think of me as contraceptive. I protect, I — Wow, actually, let’s not. I don’t know what I’m saying anymore.”

A pessimist at heart, Karlie is overly anxious, overly worried and scenarios of the worst case plays in her head almost all the time. However, Karlie easily succumbs to peer pressure, making her the mother of the group when it comes to anyone a little too crazy. There has been many times where the female would barge into rooms with socks on the door handing people condoms just so she and they would be safe. ‘You’ll thank me later!’ she exclaims, walking out with a smile. Karlie saves the day again. She overthinks, liking to sketch out plans and create everything before leaving on trips. Even her daily planner has everything neatly laid out to the point and while she may not finish it all, she still needs it there as a buffer.

A workaholic and an insomniac, the female sleeps fairly late at night and wakes up in the morning. She drowns herself in coffee, tea, sugar, whatever she can to stay awake throughout the day. Karlie is most irritable in the morning and the happiest at night. Gauge her mood and one would be dandy around her.

A female who carries her heart and emotions on her sleeve, it’s not hard to tell when she’s angry with a furrow of her brows and a higher pitched voice or sad. She smiles when she’s happy and laughs when she’s amused. Fairly easy to please and talk to, she’s the type to give advice if someone needs help or buys them dinner to cheer them up. Call her or hit her up at 4 in the morning and Karlie would still wake up, albeit grumpily, and be a helping hand. She’s fiercely loyal, tending to side with her friends even if they’re wrong which makes her problematic when it comes to choosing sides. “Can I roll a dice? May the best person gets my lovely self.”

The blonde tends rambles, spitting out scientific jargon or trivia when she’s nervous or jittery. She reacts positively to kind words and warm actions easily falling in and out of infatuation, causing the female to be extremely fickle when it comes to actually being in love. She sets images and perfections of others and when they don’t reach it, she ends up disappointed, watching soap operas and eating ice cream.

“I swore, he was ideal yesterday but then I found out how many girls he fucked and he went from number 1 to number never. Oh be still, my beating heart.”

Quirks:
"I'm not a weirdo, everyone has strange habits. Rude."

xx. Karlie has the hardest time talking to attractive people. Her throat runs dry, her eyes water, and she stares for a couple minutes before finding her voice. ‘I swear, I was going to say something but he smiled at me. Why is he smiling at me like that? Is that the beginning of a serial killer?’
xx. Gets highly suspicious when strangers are offering her food or anything free. There’s nothing free in the world.
xx. A complete neat freak, will clean after people without being asked to. She’ll wipe tables, utensils, and seats when they’re seated at a restaurant when the waiter isn’t looking, she doesn’t want to be rude.
xx. Has no problem pointing out flaws to plans or creating a-z contingency plans.
xx. Accidentally violent when scared or surprised.

Favorite Memories:
"I'm the Robin Hood of Protective Sex. Wait, that's a thing right?"

1. Karlie’s first 105% on her AP Chemistry because she got that extra credit on time even with procrastination. Score! She also hangs this up with pride.

2. When Karlie stumbles into a male’s room by accident thinking it was her own was her most embarrassing memory. It didn’t hit her until she plopped down on her bed only to feel a body underneath the blanket. The poor boy woke up from his nap, completely naked for some crazy reason, prompting a hellish shriek from her and him at the same time.

3. Sleeping for 48 hours after staying up for three days without sleep. She had never felt better except that her friends called the cops and she woke up at the hospital when they all horribly assumed that she was dead.

Life Story:
"Nothing too interesting. I had a cool fam bam. No one died. I'm a happy camper."

Karlie Knight was born on January 5th, being the only daughter of Amelia and Liam Knight. She was babied, sheltered, and cherished with her mom instilling ideas of loyalty and love in her. However, due to her upbringing, Karlie was taught to avoid strangers or take anything without giving back. She was a daddy’s girl, wanting to impress her dad which meant she strived for perfection. While she doesn’t beat herself down when she doesn’t get it, disappointment comes and goes. Thanks to her overprotecting and almost overbearing parents, Karlie has learned several self defense martial arts including Judo and Hapkido. She has no problem knocking knives out of people’s hands and punching where it will hurt. Due to her parents babying the blonde since young, she easily stresses out when things don’t go her way which she relieves by making plans, journal entries, and itineraries for everything.

She has everything she wanted since birth and therefore, nothing really interests her anymore. Sciences are about discovery, finding new ideas and experimenting which was when her parents suggested attending Arlington Academy, the female jumped the gun. She, however, didn’t expect to have to switch rooms due to her roommate complaints against her. “Okay lady, this room is mine as much as it is yours. Just because you have a sock on the door doesn’t mean I can’t enter.”

Writing Sample:
"Fine, I'll tell you about that day...my worst day at Arlington Academy. Don't judge."

Dark circles painted underneath her baggy eyes, and she was, for once, exhausted. Karlie was determined to get some shut eyes and call it a night or day, whatever, she can’t figure out what time it was. Memory led her to walk straight but instead of turning right, she turned left and walked into a suite dorm that happened to be open. The layouts were the same leading and the dorm happened to be empty which led the female to walk to her “room” that was closest to the kitchen. Karlie twisted the door knob, walking inside without realizing that the layout of the room isn’t her own. The desk was too cluttered. Guitars hung on the wall and random moaning sounds echoed off the walls.

But one hasn’t realized that a tired Karlie meant a zombie Karlie. She didn’t hear the sounds, didn’t see the strange placement of items. She plopped onto the bed only to hear a loud grunt and a, “WHAT THE FUCK?”

Her eyes shot opened before she shrieked, grasping her blankets in her hand and pulling it towards herself as she quickly backed away from the bed to the table. When Karlie saw what laid underneath the blanket, the other brunet screamed, grabbing a pillow to hide his junk. “Why the fucking hell are you in my room?”

Silence. The female was shocked, stunned, and she was only glad she didn’t punch him there or well, not yet. Her voice caught in her throat, unable to find the words before she cleared her throat.

“H-humans are the only primates that do not have have bones in their penises.”

Wait! That’s not what she meant. Heat pooled in her cheeks. Damn it, Karlie! Quick, say something clever!

“What?” he exclaimed, baffled.

“I mean, this is my room. You see, that guitar over there—” her eyes finally wandered around the room.

Silence. “O. Just kidding!”

The blonde has never dashed out of a place so fast in her entire life.