BECKER, kaethe silke

[kaethe]

kaethe silke becker.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. kaethe silke becker
stage name. kaethe becker
nicknames. kate, ketz, kettlechip
age & dob. twenty nine; second day of november of nineteen eighty one
gender. female
sexual orientation. straight
career. tv/film actor
hometown. regensburg, bavaria, germany


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5'0"
eyes. hazel
hair. black crop
build. slender
distinguishing features. small but striking
play-by. christina ricci


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. craziness, risk-taking, acting in unusual roles/shows, hugs, mashed potato
hates. having to act too classy, taking life seriously, dishonesty, being talked down to, hate itself
quirks. her unique bavarian-american accent and awful command of the english language; hugging people as soon as she meets them; her strange obsession with mashed potato
aspirations. to be on the a-list; to have children of her own; to get over her fear
secrets. she pretends that she doesn't mind her age, but actually hates being nearly 30; she suffers from agoraphobia
personality evaluated. So, this is Kaethe Silke Becker. (In case it matters, it's pronounced somewhere between Ke-tuh and Ke-thuh, or, in her agent's words, "People don't care how it's said until everyone's saying it. For now, it's an odd spelling of Kate.") An unusual being if ever there was one. The Bavarian actress could be described on the surface as 'brainless beauty', but she's got far more to her than that. There are a few things which you may learn about this lady straight off. First of all, her introduction to people she doesn't know is a big hug and saying her tagline, "My name Kaethe and I like mashed potato." There is absolutely no point in telling her that some people like their personal space, or that her English is incorrect, or that it makes her sound about 25 years younger than she is - that's Kaethe for you. Daft, silly, and doesn't care what people think - unless those people really matter to her.

Personality-wise, she's very light-hearted, and always tends to be the life of the party. (Especially when it wasn't one she was invited to!) She tends to do what she wants, not really thinking about the consequences .... which tend to be either much better than she expected, or a total crash. Though she's not often annoyed, she has a few pet peeves - because she has such a poor command of English, people tend to TALK. VERY. SLOWLY. AND. LOUDLY. to her, as if she can't understand, or refuse to offer her parts in a film or TV show she'd be good in because of the way she speaks. Unless you're using really big words, she can hear you just fine. Also, she can follow a script as well as any other actress at her level of skill.

Onstage, Kaethe is best at portraying comedic characters with big drama moments, and of course the accent is a plus if you want a European character. She likes working with lots of people, she's afraid of being alone in an empty space, she always likes to be close to someone. (She doesn't mind drastically introducing herself to a stranger for the sake of this.) Offstage - well. She has her flaws, but once you get to know her, Kaethe is hard not to love, and she has plenty of it to return.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. koen anton becker , deceased.
mother. grietje kaethe van mouschi , 65 , retired politician.
siblings. kato mullen becker , 31 , screenwriter.
katen anne becker , 25 , unemployed.
pets. four cats.
other family. kasia sofia franceschi , half-sister , 41 , out of work actress.
kitena kasia franceschi , half-niece , 18 , college student.
history evaluated. Kaethe was the third child of four (little is known about Kasia's mother, all is known is that she left Koen holding the baby); the Beckers didn't start off rich, and her parents, brother, sister and half-sister plus a multitude of cats - to this day, she can't live without cats around her - lived on top of each other in a small house in Germany. Kaethe loved the lack of space, and her childhood in general. Her father ran a small business which never seemed to get off the ground; her mother worked in and out of politics, between raising the children and cats. Kasia and Kato did a lot of the cooking and housework. (Kaethe herself was considered a bit of a dud, being as she tended to make things messier than they were to start with, and only ever cooked one item - yup, you guessed it, mashed potato.)

22 years ago, not long after his 50th birthday, Koen Becker died of a heart attack. Things were tough in the family. Kasia, who wanted no part in her family's post traumatic stress, moved into a love nest with her husband-to-be, whose child she would soon have. Kaethe felt it her need, as the middle child (Kato had known Koen longest, and Katen was too young), to keep the family's spirits up. She learnt to act a part - unhappy Kaethe was hidden behind a happy mask, as if she was reading out a script. Meanwhile, her older brother tried to lose himself in his writing when he wasn't looking after Katen.

But how did she come to be in America? Just over two years ago, Kasia and a talent agent from Hollywood - her latest 'love' after her divorce - told Kaethe that she'd got potential. He'd also read some of Kato's scripts, and was very impressed. Not to mention that he thought that Kasia was something of a leading lady herself. And Katen could do something, right? The six of them, including 17-year-old Kitena but not including Grietje (Kasia referred to her adoptive mother as 'crazy cat lady'), travelled over to Hollywood to find a place to live, and to get into the industry.

So, here she is, an ordinary girl in an extraordinary world. Her name is Kaethe, and she likes mashed potato.

/ christmas came early for me

alias. bikki.
years of rp experience. six.
other characters. none as yet.
how did you find us. bim sent me.
roleplay sample.

The forsaken bishop of Brisbane hadn't been able to sleep at night since the announcement that 'the dead had risen'. Joshy Firecracker, Bikki's former 'mistress', was rolling around in his bed, often falling off it, unable to get up. Bri and Roxy were away for a few days, so his older brother, Alphonse 'the dud' Firecracker, was staying with him as a carer for him and his child. "If you fall out of bed one more time, I'm not picking you up," and "You're sleeping in the baby's cot now," he had said, but he hadn't carried out his threats. Alfie was used to taking care of Joshy - he was even more difficult as a child, when he didn't have an alarm strapped to his chest.

The next morning, Alfie made breakfast for the two of them and got Joshy up. "Today's lesson - learn to climb into bed," the 28-year-old yawned, bleary-eyed. "If I have the time to teach you inbetween sleeping all day. What's the problem, or have you just always been like this?"
Joshy wheeled himself over to the small TV in the breakfast room, and clicked the 'on' button. He didn't need to be psychic to guess what would be top story. "Her," he sobbed, pointing at the small redhead on the screen, standing next to new housemate Machete Blunt. The headline was 'ZOMBIE'S HUSBAND DIES'.
"Nick and I were going to go and see Jimmy, the next day, the very next day," said Mache, "to prepare him for all this. I'd booked my tickets and everything. Then Kate and Jimmy B would come over with Bikz when he was ready. It's as if .... he knew .... and he didn't want her ...."
Alfie turned the TV off and turned to his brother, now bawling. "HOW COULD THE LUCKIEST GUY IN THE FUCKING UNIVERSE DO THIS!?" cried Joshy.
"You're missing out the part where a guy dies, Joshy." Alfie shook his head. "Aren't you grieving for Jimmy? And besides, she SAYS she's Bikki. She could just as easily be Sophy. You know how - evil Sophy is. She could be in disguise to avoid the police."

Joshy thought about the subtle differences between them. Nothing that really showed. No piercings. Sunglasses. He couldn't see her eyelashes, shoes or scar. It was hard to tell who was taller or thinner unless they were standing next to each other - but of course they wouldn't be, because only one was alive. And he knew that Sophy could effortlessly lie about being Bikki, to avoid going to prison after bombing Kirsty Studios. He loved Machete (in a completely chaste way) at that moment - willing to look after and intervene for someone who could be the killer of 33 .... erm, 32 people, with a bomb which was meant to kill her. He loved Nick and Kate too, for taking care of her when she needed it most. Say what you like about the Madbirds and their bitchiness, he thought, they are truly amazing people.
"Joshy?" His older brother's voice brought him back to reality - if it could be called that. "You're daydreaming again. Besides, even if you were close enough to her to tell the world whether it's Bikki or Sophy, you're not going to get a relationship. Bri, remember? If Clare even caught me thinking of a woman other than her like that, she'd decimate me. Your Bri's put up with a lot already, what with Cassie Summers. Think with your upper head for once."
"I wasn't planning on .... anyway, I just need to get to her. My friend. Find out who she is. Since Jimmy and either Sophy or Bikki is dead, only I can tell now."
Alfie rolled his eyes. "How are you going to tell? If it's Bikki, you have a leg to stand on?"
"Oh ha ha." Though there was a small amount of truth in what his brother said ....

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