ASTALA, kaija emmi

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nicknames:Kai
gender:female
age & grade: 18, senior
orientation: bi
problem: Eating Disorder
Minor problems; Alcohol, Drugs.
risk level: medium
face claim: Kerli

worthless life is through i will remember

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height: 5'8
weight: 115 lb
build: Thin and curvy.
appearance:
Kai has natural bleach blond hair, but she dies the under layer purple, black or any other color she wishes. Her hair goes to her waist but almost to her hips. Her eyes are a sharp gray- blue. She has a labret piercing, tongue piercing, and a diamond nose stud. She has many tattoos. She has a tattoo on her back that says " Love don't live here anymore." On her right upper inner fore arm she has the line "Amicus Humani Generis." On her left forearm she has the words "Agnus Dei" On her inner wrist she has a butterfly, and on the back of her neck she has two Japanese symbols. On her left shoulder she has a tattoo of her sister.

Kai has an interesting style, she likes color, but switches from black to all sorts of colors. She will wear almost anything, and usually remakes the clothing she buys, into her own unique styles. She is willing to walk around in a tutu as long as she likes it, and its comfortable, she will wear it. She usually wears her hair down, straightens it, or leaves it to its natural wave.

how you screamed i can't afford to care

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likes:
*Singing
*Music
*drugs
*parties
* memories of Her sister
*chewing gum (minty)
*cooking, Mostly for others.
* playing guitar
dislikes:
- her family
- being ordered around
-remembering her sister
- her past
- lairs
traits:
* Helpful
*kind
-smart
-secretive
- truthful
history:
My life started like plenty others in the world. I was born into a family of three. My parents Elino and Risto Astala, and their three year old son Riku Astala. My family was high class, you know..fancy dinner parties, big Victorian houses, all that jazz. I grew up a pampered child, anything i wanted anytime. While my parents went off to dinner parties me and my brother stayed home with the nanny. I was quit the trouble maker, my brother was not. He was their perfect child. The star child they constantly showed off. Maybe i was to young at the time, or maybe they just didnt like me.

When i was nine along came the fourth child Salli She was a beautiful girl, and i loved her with all my heart. While my parents were away, and us kids were suppose to be studying i always snuck away to hold Salli. I had no idea what made me love her so much. Just the fact that she was my little sister. Unspoiled, and so sweet and innocent. I spent most of my time by her crib, playing with her, singing to her, telling her wild stories even though she didn't understand me.
When Riku turned fifteen my parents began to take him to their dinner parties, leaving me alone at home. I personally was fine with that. I usually helped Salli with her abc's and such.

I thought my life was absolutely perfect until i was fifteen. it was a sunny day, and me and Salli had been playing outside. My parents were away with my brother, and we were the only ones. She had just recently had her sixth birthday. We had decided to raise to the end of our block. At first we were side by side, but halfway down the block she had fallen behind me. I laughed telling her to catch up, but all i heard in reply was her yell in pain. When i looked back Salli was crumpled on the ground. I ran to her, but she wasn't breathing. Panic and despair had rushed through me, all i could do was cry for help.

Later in the day, the doctors told us that Salli had died, that they couldn't do anything to save her, and that she had died from Brugada syndrome, and while we were running she went into sudden cardiac arrest. I took this news harder than any of my family, crying a ran from the room, out of the hospital, and found myself at a bakery. I didn't know what i was doing, but i ate whatever i could until i felt sick.I payed and ran outside to the dumpster and threw up everything. I started doing this every time i thought about Salli. I would make sure no one was around, and then stuff my face, soon after puking it. Later when i was sixteen i had met some people, they had gotten me into drugs and Alcohol, and i soon went out to party with them all the time.

I had later started a band with some friends i had met singing at party's, living the life of a rock star. Drugs, alcohol, everything. My parents had gotten upset about my acting out, and said i would ruin their reputation if i continued acting like this. One day my mom walked in on me puking. After that my parents had a talk, and decided to send me away for "Help" I knew that they didnt care about my eating disorder, they just wanted me gone. They sent me as far away as they could. So i left my home in Tampere, Finland and arrived here.
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