Cross
Word Assassin
Name:
Kriss Ann Tegan
Age:
22
Gender:
F
Sexuality:
Pan
Appearance (before):
Unusual marks:
A smokey infinity symbol tattoo on her wrist. The intentions behind it would be unfulfilled as her life turned out to be neither long-lived or enjoyable. There's a mark on her side from an appendectomy. She was terrified of having the surgery, but in hindsight the experience wasn't that bad. Considering.
Clothing style:
Dark clothing, scarfs, long-sleeved shirts, turtle necks. Kriss hides as much of her body from sight as possible. She can't stand looking at the spots of decay and knowing that's what she is now. A ton of concealer on her face hides her off-color skin tone and the dark rings under her eyes. Her clothes are simplistic yet fitted in a style which loudly proclaims, "money". She doesn't bother with jewelry anymore because she doesn't see the point, but at one time, she enjoyed wearing it. It's just another thing she doesn't think she can want anymore.
Personality:
An outgoing, straightforward individual, Kriss is rarely vicious on purpose. She is self-admittedly 'kinda selfish' and stays in her own lane because she's mainly interested in herself; her job and her car and her bills are top priority. Kriss doesn't have a problem with talking to strangers. In fact, her first job consisted of guiding people through a clothing department 24/7. Any shyness she had died the first two weeks of that. Kriss leads with boldess, almost blunt, but not unkind, honesty. This trait can either win friends easily or leave people with a bad taste in their mouths.
Kriss has a certain pride in her appearance which made the whole 'becoming a zombie' experience all the harder to handle. It takes her away from where she likes to be, in the midst of people, talking and making friends. Something difficult to accomplish when there's a smell of decay wafting off her. Kriss has an eye for assessing other people's motives. She's gifted at ascertaining the emotional ground another person is laying down. A trait which served her well in virtually any job she's picked up, and there have been a lot of those.
Kriss is a softie when it comes to consoling other people, but isn't big on being consoled herself. She's open-minded. 'Stay in your lane' applies to her views of other people's choices too, making her cool with anyone as long as they reciprocate the sentiment. Some major weakness of Kriss's personality are her inability to plan ahead, her distaste for schedules and following rules, and her tendency to give up if she doesn't like something rather than stick with it for greater gains later on.
Likes:
Vodka
Romance Novels
Photography
Dogs
Dislikes:
Milk
Complaining
Schedules
Negative Nancies
Hospitals
Quirks:
Lactose Intolerant
Aries is her Zodiac
Not a natural blond
Bio:
Born into an upper middle class family, Kriss Tegan had more advantages than most growing up. She owned three laptops, been on family vacations to Europe, got a swanky new car when she turned 16. Kriss had a mother and father and an older sister, a family unit which liked each other well enough, even if everyone had their odd quirks. Kriss became close with her sister as she got older, and a female cousin who lived nearby. Her support system centered on family. The Tegans kept each other close. Many late nights were spent with those three talking about celebrities, clothes, and make-up. Plenty of terrible jokes were shared.
Kriss did okay in school. In elementary, she got fake married to a boy named Clarke Shields. A boy she went on to date in middle school, and again in high school, and again after graduation. He was her favorite person to get into shit with until they went their separate ways. He left her to become a priest. That didn't work out, and he tried to become a race car driver. Then a Veterinarian. Then a bee keeper, and so on and so forth. He's the one person in her life who may take the whole 'undead' thing of Kriss's in stride. If she ever built up the courage to give him a call. Or not. He was kind or immature. But so is she.
Kriss worked at one retail store or another for the last several years. She likes dealing with people and clothes. Kriss had whole shelves of cameras in her closet. She loves taking pictures. The main things in her life before the accident consisted of paying bills, and saving money to buy her own high-end cameras.
The accident:
Kriss's car needed brakes so her cousin volunteered to take her to work for a couple of days until the mechanic installed new ones, as well as addressed problems with the AC. The cousin had a job at a store close to Kriss's place to work. They were long-time friends, and the first couple of days carpooling were fun for both of them. A sunny morning, the girls headed to work through busy school traffic. The cousin got a eyelash in her eye and ran a stop sign. Her little car smashed into the side of an SUV. The passenger side got the brunt of the damage.
It took Kriss way too long to figure out what happened. A booming sound filled her ears as her brain took everything in. The pain came immediately afterward. Her cousin sobbed and apologized profusely. She hadn't been hurt. Kriss cycled in and out of pain too thick to reason through, and horror her body could be crushed and bent so easily. Almost instantly, the ambulance rushed in to take her to the hospital.
At some point, she passed out.
The nightmare:
A cluster of hospital personal stood in her doorway. Kriss had a room to herself. The pain medication made her drowsy. She picked up every other word, but the snippets of conversation slipped from her conscious almost as quickly as she grabbed hold of them. Fear seized her heart in waves. An understanding sunk in of what just happened and how severe the accident was. The calm, nonchalance from the doctors felt at odds with the situation. Kriss wanted to question them but found she didn't have the energy. She wanted to know about the passengers in the other car too, but no one mentioned them.
Kriss's cousin stayed in the room until her parents arrived, not that Kriss stayed long enough to see her mom and dad again. The girl squeezed her hand tightly, crying and apologizing. Kriss did her best to squeeze back.
The cousin kept reassuring, "You'll be all right. You'll be all right."
Kriss wanted to reply, dryly, "Are you sure?"
It felt wrong, like a ugly lie to be promised a long life and die at 22.
The body:
Her layers and layers of caked on make-up conceal most of the damage to her face and neck. The dark marks under her eyes make it seem like she's missed too much sleep or is wearing too much make-up, but it's rare for her not to covert that up. Thick, blueberry colored bruises show up out of nowhere and take over more and more of her body. Especially her legs and arms. Her jaw locks sometimes and she has to force it open. Kriss's neck has a series of cuts dashing up and down it in horizontal lines.There are lacerations varying in intensity all over her body from the accident, most of which can be concealed by clothes. Her skin is cool to the touch.
Kriss Ann Tegan
Age:
22
Gender:
F
Sexuality:
Pan
Appearance (before):
Unusual marks:
A smokey infinity symbol tattoo on her wrist. The intentions behind it would be unfulfilled as her life turned out to be neither long-lived or enjoyable. There's a mark on her side from an appendectomy. She was terrified of having the surgery, but in hindsight the experience wasn't that bad. Considering.
Clothing style:
Dark clothing, scarfs, long-sleeved shirts, turtle necks. Kriss hides as much of her body from sight as possible. She can't stand looking at the spots of decay and knowing that's what she is now. A ton of concealer on her face hides her off-color skin tone and the dark rings under her eyes. Her clothes are simplistic yet fitted in a style which loudly proclaims, "money". She doesn't bother with jewelry anymore because she doesn't see the point, but at one time, she enjoyed wearing it. It's just another thing she doesn't think she can want anymore.
Personality:
An outgoing, straightforward individual, Kriss is rarely vicious on purpose. She is self-admittedly 'kinda selfish' and stays in her own lane because she's mainly interested in herself; her job and her car and her bills are top priority. Kriss doesn't have a problem with talking to strangers. In fact, her first job consisted of guiding people through a clothing department 24/7. Any shyness she had died the first two weeks of that. Kriss leads with boldess, almost blunt, but not unkind, honesty. This trait can either win friends easily or leave people with a bad taste in their mouths.
Kriss has a certain pride in her appearance which made the whole 'becoming a zombie' experience all the harder to handle. It takes her away from where she likes to be, in the midst of people, talking and making friends. Something difficult to accomplish when there's a smell of decay wafting off her. Kriss has an eye for assessing other people's motives. She's gifted at ascertaining the emotional ground another person is laying down. A trait which served her well in virtually any job she's picked up, and there have been a lot of those.
Kriss is a softie when it comes to consoling other people, but isn't big on being consoled herself. She's open-minded. 'Stay in your lane' applies to her views of other people's choices too, making her cool with anyone as long as they reciprocate the sentiment. Some major weakness of Kriss's personality are her inability to plan ahead, her distaste for schedules and following rules, and her tendency to give up if she doesn't like something rather than stick with it for greater gains later on.
Likes:
Vodka
Romance Novels
Photography
Dogs
Dislikes:
Milk
Complaining
Schedules
Negative Nancies
Hospitals
Quirks:
Lactose Intolerant
Aries is her Zodiac
Not a natural blond
Bio:
Born into an upper middle class family, Kriss Tegan had more advantages than most growing up. She owned three laptops, been on family vacations to Europe, got a swanky new car when she turned 16. Kriss had a mother and father and an older sister, a family unit which liked each other well enough, even if everyone had their odd quirks. Kriss became close with her sister as she got older, and a female cousin who lived nearby. Her support system centered on family. The Tegans kept each other close. Many late nights were spent with those three talking about celebrities, clothes, and make-up. Plenty of terrible jokes were shared.
Kriss did okay in school. In elementary, she got fake married to a boy named Clarke Shields. A boy she went on to date in middle school, and again in high school, and again after graduation. He was her favorite person to get into shit with until they went their separate ways. He left her to become a priest. That didn't work out, and he tried to become a race car driver. Then a Veterinarian. Then a bee keeper, and so on and so forth. He's the one person in her life who may take the whole 'undead' thing of Kriss's in stride. If she ever built up the courage to give him a call. Or not. He was kind or immature. But so is she.
Kriss worked at one retail store or another for the last several years. She likes dealing with people and clothes. Kriss had whole shelves of cameras in her closet. She loves taking pictures. The main things in her life before the accident consisted of paying bills, and saving money to buy her own high-end cameras.
The accident:
Kriss's car needed brakes so her cousin volunteered to take her to work for a couple of days until the mechanic installed new ones, as well as addressed problems with the AC. The cousin had a job at a store close to Kriss's place to work. They were long-time friends, and the first couple of days carpooling were fun for both of them. A sunny morning, the girls headed to work through busy school traffic. The cousin got a eyelash in her eye and ran a stop sign. Her little car smashed into the side of an SUV. The passenger side got the brunt of the damage.
It took Kriss way too long to figure out what happened. A booming sound filled her ears as her brain took everything in. The pain came immediately afterward. Her cousin sobbed and apologized profusely. She hadn't been hurt. Kriss cycled in and out of pain too thick to reason through, and horror her body could be crushed and bent so easily. Almost instantly, the ambulance rushed in to take her to the hospital.
At some point, she passed out.
The nightmare:
A cluster of hospital personal stood in her doorway. Kriss had a room to herself. The pain medication made her drowsy. She picked up every other word, but the snippets of conversation slipped from her conscious almost as quickly as she grabbed hold of them. Fear seized her heart in waves. An understanding sunk in of what just happened and how severe the accident was. The calm, nonchalance from the doctors felt at odds with the situation. Kriss wanted to question them but found she didn't have the energy. She wanted to know about the passengers in the other car too, but no one mentioned them.
Kriss's cousin stayed in the room until her parents arrived, not that Kriss stayed long enough to see her mom and dad again. The girl squeezed her hand tightly, crying and apologizing. Kriss did her best to squeeze back.
The cousin kept reassuring, "You'll be all right. You'll be all right."
Kriss wanted to reply, dryly, "Are you sure?"
It felt wrong, like a ugly lie to be promised a long life and die at 22.
The body:
Her layers and layers of caked on make-up conceal most of the damage to her face and neck. The dark marks under her eyes make it seem like she's missed too much sleep or is wearing too much make-up, but it's rare for her not to covert that up. Thick, blueberry colored bruises show up out of nowhere and take over more and more of her body. Especially her legs and arms. Her jaw locks sometimes and she has to force it open. Kriss's neck has a series of cuts dashing up and down it in horizontal lines.There are lacerations varying in intensity all over her body from the accident, most of which can be concealed by clothes. Her skin is cool to the touch.
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