POXLEITNER, Kaitlin Lynn

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Kaitlin Lynn Poxleitner.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. Kaitlin Lynn Poxleitner
stage name. Kaitlin Poxleitner
nicknames. Kait, 'Lin
age dob. Twenty, September fourteenth
gender. Female
sexual orientation. Straight
career. Film actress
hometown. London, England


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. 5'6
eyes. Oceanic blue orbs
hair. Brunette
build. Slim-slender
distinguishing features. Her eyes, you could get lost in them easily. It reflects the oceanic water at times.
play-by. Kaya Scodelario


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. The outdoors. Books, she's such a bookworm, her favorite book is The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. Music, pop, rock, 90's, her ultimate favorite band is The Smiths, Mumford & Sons, and MGMT followed by He Is We, as for solo musician Kid Cudi. Acting since it's her passion. Drums, she's a skilled drum player, taught by her brother. Laughing, smiling, happiness. Singing. Soccer.
hates. She absolutely hates lies, goodbyes, disappointments, fakeness. People who give up or lose hope easily.
quirks. When people say Winnipeg, she immediately screams "That's in Canada!" because of AVPM.
aspirations. She wants to be one of those huge actors who have made it big, also a part time musician and writer. Even though it's going to be hard work, she loves working hard, sometimes considered as a workaholic but not too much.
secrets. When she was fifteen, her father had abused her way too much. It caused her to drink, party, smoke, and what not. Until this day no one found out.
personality evaluated. Kaitlin is probably the one of the most laid-back person, ever. Even though she is generally awkward, she's relaxed and calm in most times. She absolutely loves music and acting, those are two of her passions and she wants her career to be based on it. Other then music, career, and all that jazz, she was apart of her school's soccer team for a very long time and she was the only girl in her team. She was number 9 because it was her favorite number.

She was one of those people who were good in lying, she lies to her parents a lot. She had to lie to her brother and mum on why was she crying, yelling, or why there were bruises on her faces. She absolutely hated lying to them, but it's not like she had a choice or anything. Kaitlin is sort of considered as a motivator, she loves helping others in hard times or simply give advice. She was just that kind of person.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. Joshua Poxleitner, 39, athlete.
mother. Nicolette Leicester, 37, author.
siblings. Sebastian Poxleitner, 22, musician.
pets. One Maltese named Snitzel
other family. Phoenix Leicester, cousin & Robert Poxleitner, grandfather.
history evaluated. Kaitlin was the second child of the Poxleitner's, except, she wasn't fully their child. She was adopted from an orphanage in Galway, Ireland where she briefly lived for a short time, though, she was born in London, England. The Poxleitner's went to Ireland for Sebastian's birthday, and their gift to him was her. Her step-parents always told her that Sebastian wanted a sister, or a sibling because he was an only child and one day, they happen to be walking in the doors of Tholláin orphanage and bam, they adopted Kaitlin thus she got the last name of Poxleitner.

During her childhood, she was a quiet and shy girl, only speaking when it was truly necessary. She spent most of her days reading books and thinking about her real parents, she was simply a curious person. Her step-parents considered this as a disadvantage but she did not mind, she was close to her brother, they were the best of friends. She discovered her love for acting on her eleventh birthday, her favorite subject in school was Art and Drama, her parents gave her a "Breakfast in Tiffany's" DVD for her birthday and it became her favorite movie of all time.

In her high school years, she joined the drama club and was involved in a lot of school productions/plays. Her first role was Lucy Pevensie in Narnia: The Lion The Witch & The Wardrobe, then Dorothy in Wizard of OZ. She has also discovered her love for music after listening to the song Asleep by The Smiths, becoming her number one favorite song of all time. She wanted to be a musician as well, her brother had taught her how to play the drums, thus she became a skilled one. Throughout the years her father had abused her, he hit her when he was drunk, kicking her, and what not. By that time she started to drink, smoke, and party, but that had stopped after six months since the accident happened.

After graduating from high school, she attended UF College of Fine Arts but soon dropped out to pursue her acting career in Los Angeles. She and her best friend, Aldora met up there and became roommates, they lived in an apartment near the beach. She started to take acting and music classes. Her first professional role was in The Almost Moon where she played Helen Knightly.

Nowadays she grew into a lovely and charismatic girl, mainly focused on her career. The opportunity keeps coming and coming, and she never failed to grab it, receiving a outstanding ovation almost all the time. That was the favorite part of her job, getting praised for her hard work. She was absolutely thankful for it. Kaitlin keeps grabbing for the opportunities and live her life to the fullest.


/ christmas came early for me

alias. Crystal
years of rp experience. Since 2009
other characters. Only this one.
how did you find us. CAUTION TO ZEE WIND.
roleplay sample.

‎"Yes mother, but--"
"Absolutely not."
"Mum, please, just listen to me. I--"
"Hermione Jean, I refuse to say no another time. The next 'but' that leaves your lips will count as a one way ticket to your bedroom for the rest of the evening. Do you understand me?" Mrs. Granger's lips were pressed together so tight that they were barely even visible, nevertheless, Hermione let out a shaky sigh and stood her ground.
"Fine," She said, her voice breaking slightly. "Fine, mother. If that's what you wish. However, when your young, blooming, teenage daughter blossoms into a useless, socially awkward, misanthrope of a wallflower, the only one to blame will be you." Hermione then nodded curtly in the direction of her mother and straightened her shoulders. "You have yourself a good evening, mother. I certainly hope I haven't offended you with what I like to call the cold, hard truth." She knew that she was most definitely pushing her luck with her mother by speaking to her with such high levels of disrespect. Herimone very rarely, if ever spoke to her parents in such a tone. Especially her mother, but she figured tonight to be an appropriate occasion to do so. Her mother was being downright ridiculous, and since her father was much too timid to tell her this, Hermione felt it necessary to step up to the plate and do it herself. She walked with the attitude she lacked in her rant back to her room and slammed the door, throwing herself on the bed in frustration.

In explanation of how she landed herself in hot water, it had all started with a friendly phone call from a girl she used to chum with back in the days of Muggle schooling. She hadn't spoken to Kylie since, and she was respectably excited to receive a call from her; especially one inviting her to a get together at her house. She chatted with her long lost friend for a good twenty minutes or so before finally confronting her mother about her invitation. Hermione was never the type to go out much, and seeing as she was officially an adult woman, she felt the dire need to prove that by venturing on the vast land of socialisation. However, according to her mother, Kylie was not the type of girl who was fit to hold an appropriate party. According to her mother, Kylie was a promiscuous, careless teenager, who wasn't fit enough to be a friend for Hermione either. As much as Hermione would have loved to pull the 'I'm an adult, I can do what I want' card, she wasn't ready to make such a brave independence statement. She knew that if she would have said that to her mother, Mrs. Granger would have happily offered for her to move out and get her own place if she was 'that much of a woman', but even though her threats would be empty, Hermione didn't want to face the mental breakdown from herself that she knew would follow.

It seemed that just as she had finally relaxed, something was certainly set out to disturb her. She let her legs fall off the side of the bed and she moped over to the window where the tapping had come from. Sitting on the ledge was a worn down, grey owl who barely seemed to have the effort to carry a small piece of parchment. Disregarding the fact that one of the Weasleys had written her completely, she took the owl into her arms and sat on the bed with him, slowly detaching the note on his foot. She placed it up near her pillow and pulled open her bedside drawer to grab a box of owl treats and her water bottle. She tossed a few treats beside Errol on the bed who chewed them lazily, as she carefully poured a generous amount of water into a dish that she had been using to hold tiny notes and phone numbers. As Errol ate and drank, she took that opportunity to check over the note. Sliding reading glasses up the bridge of her nose, she turned on the light at her work desk, grabbed a quill and unrolled the parchment.

After looking it over a few times to make absolute sure she read his messy scrawl correctly, she began to reply to Ron without even having to think about what she was going to say.

~Ron..~.

Or at least she assumed she didn't have to think.
"Spoke too soon..." She said aloud to herself after realising that her train of thought had taken an abrupt pit-stop.
Reading it over a few more times, she finally got the train back on track and simply blamed her brain flunk on her mother.

~Ron,

Hello! It's good to hear from you.
How're things going-- well that was a rather foolish question!
I'm really sorry to hear things haven't been running that smoothly. It's safe to say I feel the same way.
It must be the weather.
Yes, I'm quite happy we're going back, but not tomorrow. Tomorrow is Sunday.
Today is Saturday. Unfortunately.
We had to read page thirty three to sixty seven of the Potions text, but other than that, we had nothing.
I certainly hope you've read them already. We've got a quiz on Monday.
Snape just never gives up...

I hope to hear back from you soon,
I'm absolutely bored out of my wits.

Warm regards,
Hermione.

She signed the letter off with her name and tied it to the owls leg, who seemingly rejuvenated after the break.

"Good luck, Errol!" She bid the owl a goodbye in hopes she'd see it soon again, and watched him fly off. Getting a letter from Ron was a nice change. She had always seemed to hear from Harry more often, but hearing from Ron was nice too. Very nice, actually. Exceptionally lovely. Brilliant.
The butterflies she got when she saw his handwriting were just a given, weren't they?