Kimberly Isabella Peterson

General Information

Full Name: Kimberly Isabella Peterson

Nicknames: Kim, Kimmy

Age: Story dependent

Birthday: August 16th

Sex: Female

Physical Appearance

Eye Color: Emerald green with some brown/gold specks

Hair Color: Dark brown with lighter brown highlights

Hair Length: Shoulder blade length

Hairstyle: Up in either just a messy bun or two pig tails. Occasionally braided.

Height: 5'5” (the short one of the family)

Body Type: Somewhat curvy - weight to go with it (Hispanic roots from mother)

Tattoos: None

Piercings: None

Other: Same problem as her brother; poor eye sight runs in the family. So usually contacts, sometimes glasses. Also has braces at the moment.

Family Information

Mother: Isabella Marie Peterson (maiden name - Martinez)

Father: Thomas Edward Peterson

Siblings: Younger brother – Edward James Peterson

“But you said that I could turn it in late,” the eighteen year old whined quite pointedly at her English teacher as she pushed the stack of papers in the teacher's direction. “It's not my fault that everything went wrong the day before!” Kimberly added, as if it just might change Mrs. Brighton's mind about the whole ordeal.

“I said you could turn it in later that day, not today.” Mrs. Brighton replied before tightening her lips in annoyance; disregarding further protests from her student with a raised hand before turning her back on the problem.

Of course that further irritated Kimberly who wanted to raise her fist and scream about the injustice of it all, but even she knew that would be to no avail at this moment. Instead she slid and turned on the heels of her rather tattered black converses and headed out the door; head held high as she stuffed the papers into her red tote bag proclaiming that math is delicious. Though, that seemed to be the wrong course of action as she stumbled forward at just the right moment to crash into another student who rashly jumped to pointing fingers and saying some rather colorful words.

“Yeah, right. Do you mind taking your attitude about four feet to the left?” Kimberly asked, shrugging her shoulders and pushing past the still noisy student. Usually she would have bothered with a more adequate and well voiced insult about pits and sharks, but at the moment she was more in the mood for something cold to drink. That and she was hoping to spot someone who would listen to her claims of injustice about not being allowed to turn in her sloppily written paper.

The likelihood of that happening was steadily decreasing though as her honor bound friends seemed to prefer to actually do their homework where as she thought it was a rightful joke to slack off and pass classes still. Sighing at the thought the fairly short Kimberly pulled her dark brown hair up into its usual messy ponytail as she stepped into line for the main soda machine near the cafeteria; impatiently tapping her right foot.