Post by KiKi Kartharsies on Jun 21, 2020 21:17:24 GMT -5
PERSONAL.
BIRTH NAME: Kiera Alexandra Kartharsies
NICKNAME: KiKI
AGE:24 July 23, 1995
HEIGHT: 5'02"
WEIGHT: 115 lbs.
HOMETOWN: Ithaca, New York
RESIDES: Serenity, California
PICTURE BASE: Kiet Katharsiss
PROFESSIONAL.
PREFERRED BRAND: Sanatorium
PERFORMER NAME: Kiki Kartharsies
ALIAS: KiKi
BILLED FROM: Ithaca New York
ALIGNMENT: Face
WRESTLING STYLE: Survival/Cowardly/Opportunistic
RING PSYCHOLOGY (GIMMICK): Scared/Nervous
SUPPORTING CAST: N/A
WEAPON OF CHOICE: Anything She can get her Hands on
PREFERRED MATCHES: None
CRIME COMMITTED(SANATORIUM ROSTER ONLY): Was Admitted to a mental institution in New York, then Transferred to the Sanatorium Asylum. She was admitted because she killed an officer of the law in self defense, but was suffering major PTSD
HATED MATCHES: All of Them
IN-RING APPEARANCE:
Various colors, Blue, Black, Gray, Green, Purple, and Pink
ENTRANCE THEME: link Diamante - Sleepwalking
ENTRANCE: The sound of “SleepWalking” by Diamante is heard over the sound system. Out onto the stage area steps the tentative woman Kiera Kartharsies. Her bright blue and dark black hair covering her face. Locking her elbows with her hands behind her back, she slowly moves down to the ring. Once to the ring, she lays on the apron, then lays down to roll under the bottom rope. Once in the ring, she moves to the nearest corner and crouches down as though hiding from someone or something. After a moment or two there, “SleepWalking” fades to silence.
MOVES.
BASIC MOVESET.
(10-15 moves please)
-Punches
-Hair Pull
-Eye Gauge
-Through the legs of opponent, crawls through and kicks their butt
-Ankle Grip Takedown
-Wild Punches
-Rolling takedown
-Enziguri
-Drop Kick to Knees
-Baseball Punch to groin
-Screaming Cross Body
SIGNATURES.(Three Maximum)
1.Rolling Cross Body
2.Jumping Headscissors Take Down
3.Low Drop Kick
FINISHING TECHNIQUES.[Two Maximum]
1.Maniacal Twister -- Headlock Chicken Wing Submission
2.Alarm Bells -- Jumping Face Buster
BIOGRAPHY.
Kiera was born in the year 1995 in Upstate New York. Her father was a major alcoholic. Jumped from job to job, incapable of holding down a job due to his alcoholism. Her mother was a quiet petite woman that stayed in the marriage with Kiera's father due to fear. At the age of 7, a night of gathering and packing up things turned into tragedy at the drop of a hat. That night where the family was having to move yet again, Kiera's parents were fighting, arguing over the situation when suddenly out of nowhere, two shots rang out. Kiera, in a matter of moments lost both her parents. Her mother shot her father then turned the .38 revolver on herself ending her life. That night was the end of one nightmarish life for the young child of 7 years old.
After hearing the shots, Kiera remained in her room and hid in a wardrobe holding her stuffed bear. The next day she was found by police and social services of the state of New York. This was the beginning of her new nightmare. Kiera would find herself bouncing from one foster home to the next. She was quiet, yet violent which caused her to be moved from one foster home to the next. At the age of 11 she found herself in another situation that would change her outlook on life and her hatred for men would grow into something visceral. She was in her fifth foster home. It seemed loving. A married couple that had a couple other children younger than Kiera. This home was the worst of them all. Having to fend off bully children in previous homes with violence was nowhere close to what was going to happen to her over the next couple of years in this home. At first, things were good. The younger children wanted to hang around Kiera. Share toys. Draw pictures with her. A month into her stay though, the husband, the foster dad, that was supposed to be role model. A pillar of stability for young Kiera, would become the devil of her nightmares.
One night, about a month into her stay at this home, Kiera's foster dad came into her bedroom. Not to wish her a good night. Not to read her a bedtime story. No his intentions were far more sinister. He came in quietly. Moving over to her bedside, and removing her blankets, causing her to stir. In this moment, she fluttered her eyes open seeing in the dim light her foster dad standing there naked. Startled she, jumps back and tightens her knees to her chest. Fear washing through her. His voice calmed her slightly as he gently grabbed her hand. She was then forced to touch him. Touch him in a way, no young child should ever touch a grown man. This went on every other night for the next two years. Escalating to more and more in depth sexual acts. During this time, Kiera became a shell. A young girl that basically witnessed her parents die. Been uprooted from home to home to home. Now in the most home like of them all, she was being forced into acts that she had no knowledge of.
Her psyche was broken. There were times that she would have to escape into a wonderland of her own creation. Then there was one night, he came into her room, she was barely 13 now. She was prepared to do whatever it took to make this thing get over quickly and him back to his own bed next to his wife. This night however was different than the ones before. He was angry. Upset maybe. He become abnormally rough. Violent with Kiera. She snapped. Not able to take the abuse any longer, she lost it on him. She fought back. Kicking him in his bare nether region, dropping him to his knees. His scream was loud, booming even. She didn't care, she was done with all of it. She never did fully unpack after arriving, even though she had been here for two weeks. With her abusive foster dad on his knees in anguish, she slipped her night dress back on, and grabbed a statue, made of steel off her nightstand and slapped him with it. She then followed him to the floor and continued to pound the steel statue on his skull, she kept it going until he stopped screaming and moving. Her last strike was the weakest of them all as she dropped the statue off to the side. Getting off her knees she grabbed her bag filled with what little possessions that were truly hers and she stormed past her now entering foster mom who just came into see her husband a nude bloody heap on the floor.
Kiera ran from that home and found herself surviving on her own. She found herself in the city of New York. The city of lights and all that jazz. She didn't care about all that, she was 16 now and trying to do anything and everything she could to survive the harsh winter that was coming in fast. She was working the night shift at a 24 hour diner, but she was making minimum wage, barely. This nightmare was about to get even worse. After a night of work, she would go down to a street market a block from the diner that she worked. This morning would be bad for her. She didn't get paid the night before, and she would always grab some food from this market. Unable to pay for it, she had to resort to stealing. She did, Kiera ended up grabbing her normal breakfast fruit combo. Wandered around that particular seller for a few extra moments, awaiting another patron to enter. One did, she took the chance and left. Right into the arms of two law enforcement officers. The seller called to them to detain Kiera. They did and returned the merchandise she stole, as well as placing cuffs on young Kiera. The two officers, male, proceeded to escort Kiera to their cruiser which was parked in an alley across the street from the market. Once to the cruiser, these two officers of the law decided to illegally search Kiera, removing her clothes. Unable to defend herself, one of the officers laid her in the back seat of the cruiser. As she laid there, naked, the officer was moving to remove his pants, she took action and double kicked him in his nether more sensitive region. The second officer took his place trying to detain Kiera, he failed because he received another kick from her to his more sensitive area. Kiera then scooted out of the cruiser and ran to the end of the alley, screaming for help. Tears streaming down her face. Screaming and yelling in hopes that someone might help her. Her wrists cuffed still, her pants around her ankles, her shirt ripped. She falls down into the now busy sidewalk of pedestrians. The masses stop and look on as she struggles to get back to her feet. The officers now are running down the alley attempting to stop her, that is when the mass of people surround her, a couple of women of faith in the center of the mass help Kiera retain her clothing. They see the cuffs and look at her in horror. The officers force their way into the huddled mass. Saying to the women of faith that she was under arrest for theft.
Kiera was back in the clutches of predators. She screamed and yelled in hopes that were not met. Kicking. Yelling. Help was not going to come. The two officers get her back to the cruiser and throw her into the back seat. The one that tried to detain her again after she kicked his partner had scratch marks down his face from where she scratched at him before landing the kick. She was then booked as a runaway and thief. The two officers booked her on charges of resisting arrest and assault on law enforcement officers. During the stay in the holding cell. She was psychologically evaluated. In that evaluation, she was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Disorder, Manic Depression, Bi Polar Disorder with Violent Tendencies. Kiera was then removed from the jail and taken to a mental rehabilitation center. Kiera has been in the company of professionals attempting and truly wanting to help her. She may never make it to the outside world again due to what she has endured in her life. Kiera Kartharseis is now 23 years old. Has made progress in her mental health recovery, but has also had setbacks.
HANDLER INFORMATION.
NAME: Chris
ARE YOU ABLE TO WRITE MATCHES IF YOU HAVE FREE TIME?: Meh
HOW DID YOU FIND US: Was here Already