Kimberly Hopewell

Name: Kimberly

Fullname: Kimberly Agatha Hopewell

Nicknames: Kim, Hope, Plaid.

Age: 18-20

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 144 Ibs

Hair: Black, well brushed and even.

D.O.B: Y: 2003 M: 5 D: 22

Sexuality: Bi, female lean.

Kimberly is a rather thin person physically speaking, pretty much straight and flat save for her hips which jut out a little bit. She has slightly tanned skin and brown eyes. She has long black hair that she spends a long time brushing and making sure it goes straight. She often doesn't tie it back unless she is painting or when it becomes too annoying to deal with given her current task. She has a somewhat small nose for her face and almost completely lacks a bridge for it. She has small lips and a scar on the palm of her hand from when she fell out of a tree.

Clothing-wise, Kimberly has taken an immense fascination and borderline obsession with plaid patterns and clothing. She often takes plain white T-shirts and dyes them herself, to mixed results depending on the colors she picks. She is also a fan of chokers, specifically soft lace ones or soft cotton ones. She often wears long shirts that can almost be considered a dress or dresses themselves, rarely skirts. Kimberly also hates wearing pants, and will often resort to instead wearing shorts or leggings on underneath her long shirts or dresses rather than pants.

Kimberly is best described as a 'Pandora's Box' personality. She will be relatively well behaved and calm until you set something in front of her that catches her attention, then she will begin to obsess with it. It will begin to eat away at her mind until she has to do whatever came into her head. If she is curious to see how long she can tolerate putting her hand under burning hot water? She'll do it. Tempted to see how many times you can hit a baseball bat against a tree before it splinters and breaks? She'll do it. Curious to see what will happen if you mix two different types of chemical compounds together? She'll do it. The line only seems to be drawn when it comes to the active destruction of someone else's property or harm to another person or thing.

She is a bit reclused but social around the people who have managed to get into her life. She often expresses affection physically or with gifts, typically drawings. She has a very independent personality and will typically try her hardest to avoid asking for help in any way. She requires a friend often to drag her along to any social events or outdoor activities unless of course her previous obsessive nature to the unknown kicks in.
She is very hard to upset but very easy to disappoint, but she doesn't stay disappointed for long and often tries to hide or underplay her disappointment so as to not upset anyone.

Kimberly was born to her parents Luna Hopewell and Robert Hopewell. She was born a twin to her sister, Julia Hopewell. A car accident caused them to both be born a month and a half earlier than they should have been, requiring their mother to be rushed to the hospital. Due to complications involving her injuries they had to perform an emergency C-section and after, her mother could not have any more children. And in addition, her mother could no longer walk or work.

Growing up was difficult as her mother struggled to take care of them with her injuries and her father dipped in and out of their lives due to needing to work a lot to provide both care to them, but also to her mother to pay off medical debts and get her mother medication to regulate her pain. The last time she would see her father would be when she was five and a half years old when he said he managed to get a position in the Airforce. He said he could make far more money this way, and that his mother (Kim's grandma) would be coming over to help take care of Kim's mother.

Kim was upset at her father but ultimately forgave him, especially when her life was soon taken over by school life and the hardships that came from it. Often, Kim would be chastised for doodling in class instead of actually listening to what the teacher was saying to her. Or for doing things that were dangerous, wreckless, or otherwise unbecoming of a student. She had an unhealthy curiosity for things, and would often do them against better judgment just to see what would happen.

Her father would regularly write to the girls during training, but there was never enough time to ever visit between them. Five years went by when her father's weekly letters stopped coming in. The last she had heard of him, he had been deployed overseas. Two weeks later a man in a suit came by to their home to speak to her mother and brought her to tears. Her father had died, his plane had been destroyed in the sky. They said the plane completely exploded, there wasn't even a body to recover for a service.

Kim was devastated, and for a time became insanely depressed and lost. She would draw things, abstract artworks that she tried to express her feelings with, and found her passion for artwork there. The first thing she ever put all her effort into was painting a crude picture of one of the photos her father had sent, and she still keeps it to this day.
Kimberly is now studying to try and become a professional artist. Wanting to live out her dream passion.