Kaitlyn Elise Holliday



Ensevelie sous un tas de couvertures et d'oreillers, Kate leva la tête et regarda l'heure sur son horloge. Il était trop tôt pour se lever un dimanche, mais avec toute la commotion à l'extérieur, elle ne pouvait pas retourner dormir. Elle vivait dans cette région depuis seulement quelques semaines, mais elle n'avait pas l'habitude de vivre de l'autre côté du pays. Elle a probablement dû sortir son cul du lit maintenant. Se levant et entendant un oreiller tomber au sol, le mécanicien soupira. Elle a eu la journée de congé aujourd'hui, mais comme elle était nouvelle dans cette région, elle n'avait aucune idée de ce qu'elle devrait faire dans son temps libre. Elle ne connaissait pas tous les endroits cools, ni ce qu'il y avait à faire ici. Peut-être qu'elle pourrait aller explorer aujourd'hui ou mieux connaître ses colocataires. Tant que ça ne passait pas toute la journée dans sa chambre. Aussi tentante que cela puisse paraître, elle savait que ça ne serait probablement pas bon pour elle.
Sortir du lit, elle a pris une profonde respiration et soupiré, secouant de sa chambre et faisant une ligne d'abeille pour la salle de bains pour se rafraîchir pour la journée. Heureusement, personne ne l'utilisait, ce qui permettait à Kate de mieux s'occuper d'elle-même. Quelques minutes plus tard, Kate était sortie, prête à prendre la journée. En donnant cette tenue, qui n'était totalement pas biaisée vers une marque ou quelque chose comme ça, elle est ressortie de sa chambre une fois de plus. Ses colocataires étaient dans les chambres principales bavardant entre eux. Alors que Kate passait devant elle, elle a fait une brève vague et a souri avant d'aller rapidement à la porte dehors. À vrai dire, elle ne connaissait toujours pas les noms de tout le monde. Il y avait deux filles nommées Vivian et Eliza, ainsi qu'une autre fille avec un nom super similaire à la sienne. Elle a eu du mal à se souvenir du nom du colocataire, c'était comme Robert ou Roland ou quelque chose comme ça. Il était cool, cependant, basé sur les quelques interactions qu'elle a eues avec lui.
Partant de la porte, sa longe avec ses clés et tout ce qui n'est pas en main, elle allait probablement frapper un Starbucks et prendre un café et un petit déjeuner si elle aimait ce qu'elle y voyait. En marchant dans le couloir, Kate a sorti son iPhone et a commencé à regarder à travers ses emails et SMS. La plupart de ses courriels n'étaient que des offres promotionnelles des magasins qu'elle fréquentait, mais Kate n'était pas étrangère à eux et souvent sur ces offres. Tout ce dont ils avaient besoin, c'en était une qui semblait à distance décente et elle était dessus comme de la colle. Il faisait un peu froid dehors, mais Kate avait l'impression que ce serait un peu mieux au moment où l'après-midi roulait.
Toujours en gardant les yeux sur son téléphone, elle a subitement senti un impact et a été frappée sur ses fesses. Un peu de vent a été arraché d'elle, mais Kate a fini par aller bien. Elle a regardé vers le haut pour voir une dame aux cheveux roses paraître très choquée, bien que très apologétique. "C'est bon. Je vais bien." Kate a pris la main pour se remettre sur pied. "Mais ça va? Je ne regardais pas, alors je t'ai probablement croisé. Je suis désolé." Kate baissa les moutons avant de se rendre compte que cette dame vivait très probablement ici, ce qui était super proche de son appartement. "Hé, tu vis ici? Je suis Kate, et je vis à 4F." Kate a fait un geste à la porte, espérant que la dame était au moins amicale.
Full Name| Damien Rankin
Nicknames| Damey
Gender| Male
Age| 24
Birthday| 2nd September
Job/Education| Writer/Blogger/Web Designer
Room Number| 4C
How long have you been staying in Suncrest?| 3 Months
About
Appearance|
 Lean is a good word to describe Damien easily. he stands at about 5'9, not overly tall but not too small either. He has a slim build with little muscle or fat present but he's obviously more than just skin and bones as there is a little something to him. His hair is often untamed except for when he goes down to the Gypsy when he will put effort into combing the dark brown nest of hair into a suitable style. He is always clean shaven, shaving almost once everyday to avoid getting any unneeded stubble, god forbid a moustache.
Usually on a normal day he'll wear a sweatshirt and trousers for staying inside, sometimes sweater and shirt if he's got others in the apartment. For going out, he'll put on a jacket and usually a shirt, although he adores wearing t-shirt and hoodies for lazy days in.
Interests|

- Writing
- Movies
- Comics/Manga
- Fashion
- Tv Shows
- Synthpop, Punk and Jazz music
Fears|

- Being forgotten
- Drowning
- Boat Travel
Sexuality| Bisexual
Personality|
Damien at first will come off as strange and slightly confusing, as he's often very enthusiastic but only shows it when somebody shows an interest in him or is interests. However his main go to for normal conversation is sarcasm and making deadpan jokes in situations, even if it's not he most appropriate of times. He's pretty friendly, although he may come off as a bit abrasive and makes some odd jokes, he's trying his best. Some would see him uptight but in reality the only thing he's uptight about is keeping his room clean, as he will often sleep in and get locked out because he has a brain like a sieve.
When it comes to his friends Damien is a lot more chatty and will likely be hard to make him shut up. He drinks coffee a lot to try and keep him up later but usually ends up passing out at his computer. If someone ever asked him for help or had a problem he'd always be there as soon as he could with coffee, blankets and a movie. His main obsession is writing and he'll talk about it a lot, only if he realises the time is right because he realises he can rant on and on about manga and movies for too long sometimes
History
Biography|
From day one, Damien was pretty much sheltered and given great chances. His dad was a lawyer and his mother was a biochemist and the money just rolled in, meaning that the house he stayed in with his family was amazing, however, Damien was used to not being allowed out after 7pm even when he was 15 due to his parents being rather suspicious of their youngest son. They were hoping for a successful lawyer to get past what had happened with his sister who had moved out to go live with her boyfriend when Damien was 14 and she was 19.
He didn't talk much to her because of how often she went out but she cared for him when he was upset, and god did that happen a lot.
From the age of 10 Damien had problems socialising often as he found large groups intimidating and due to the way his mom had taught him, he always perceived himself to be a bother to others, so he often avoided going out.
However, during High School he became better at socialising and gained a small group of friends, as that was what he was good with, small groups. When he was 18 he moved out to take a university course in English literature, he wouldn't have moved out however his mom divorced from his dad and both of them were itching for him to take sides, so he moved out.
He moved in with his friend Joe who he knew from school, but unfortunately Joe was a bit of a "party animal"
as he would often declare to Damien who just wanted to focus on work. He tried keeping in contact with his parents but they got way too strict about him seeing them once every week. Yes it was about a 2 hour drive but if he was ever driving, he'd usually bring Joe. He knew his parents wouldn't approve of their treasured youngest hanging out with such a guy. So he cut communication slightly. After university he started writing on his novels, even publishing one online, a mystery novel named "Fire of Atlantis".
He was pretty proud of himself but after he was 23, Joe started doing drugs and drinking far too much. Damien ended up engaging in the stuff with him but he knew Joe was getting sick of Damien cleaning a lot and killing the mood at parties he held. And this came to fruition with a fight that ended with Damien getting punched in the face and told to get out by the end of the day. He'd already prepared and left as soon as he could, but he still wanted to live near the university so he could have easy access to the library. The day after being thrown out, he'd applied for the apartment and moved in as soon as he could after surfing around hotels waiting to move in.

A Memory|
The smell of incense flooded Damien's nostrils as he grinned, watching his friends sit down on beanbags and seats he'd laid out. His room was plastered with movie and anime posters, books stacked up in the bookshelves on each side of his bedroom. This was fun, this how he remembered fun. His friends looking at him with awe and confusion as he laid out maps and scrolls he'd written up, as he shuffled their character sheets in his hands.
Joe was there, his black hair tied back in a ponytail as he stared at the stuff Damien had written down. This moment ended with laughter as they all noticed the jokes in what Damien had written and he giggled too. Making people laugh and smile at his writing, with such ease there. Playing DND as his friends began discussing stuff with him and he could bend and write this world as he wanted. He always remembered the way the dice rolled as he shook it in his hand with finesse and extravagance. The good ol days some would call it.
Struggles|
Lack of confidence in his writing.
Feelings of being alone and inadequacy
Fear of never accomplishing anything 
Family|
Father: Dorian Rankin
Mother: Olivia Morton
Siblings: Natalie Rankin

Theme Song: Andromeda - Gorillaz
Extras: He will dance when a song comes on he likes, he doesn't mean to, it just happens.