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"Welcome, Welcome!"Name: Karianna Solberg
Nickname: Kari Gender: Female Sexuality: Demi-sexual Age/Birthday: 29 years old - August 4th - Leo Occupation: Furniture and Wood Craftsmen, also owns a small successful shop in 1910's downtown Manhattan NYC, USA My Song: Donna Lewis I love you, always forever If I ever fall in love... :Bobby Caldwell - What you won't do for love Relationship: Single Adopted children: Lydia and Clarence |
A personality note... |
Synopsis |
I am capable of creating greatness
from what seems nothing I am someone who place pride on the back burner I may seem under baring or incapable of speaking my mind I may give more then there is to take There is nothing perfect about myself or my life... And i couldn't be more happy for this reason. They say you need to stay happy and look to the best of things. I think that it's ok to be weak; to feel helpless sometimes. Do not wait for it to get better, but do not work yourself to death. Material things mean nothing once it's over, so no moment should be taken lightly. There was a time where i let those around be decide who i was, and what was right for me. Even now, i sometimes fail to see when people use me rather then help. I am no ones fool. I am me. Therefore, i can only become better as time passes and as i struggle. I have succeeded as life has thrown it's best and worst to me. There will never be a day dull as long as i strive like i do now. I appreciate everything and everyone since i couldn't be me today without to coming to place. Would you like to know a bit about me? Read a little story i have here And see where i come from. |
Comes from Northern Norway in the early 1900's in hopes of the "great american dream" where she didn't need to be forced to be someone she isn't and give up her dream.
Karianna comes from a family of craftsmen, but as woman wasn't able to become one herself. She has a knack for making use of even the most useless seeming items into new, improved things people can use. This includes furniture to household appliances of the time. She also loves giving back to the less fortune since when she arrived to the states she had no where to go but was given help almost immediately. As such she believes its only right to return. Will she be able to learn from her overly-trusting nature or run into some serious problems that may end her in mistaken charges? ChildhoodKari was the second youngest of five in her hometown of Bergen, Norway.
It was a beautiful place to live in as the ships coming in from the coast and festivities kept this town alive. Kari always loved her home even if she never felt a connection between her and her family. Even as a young child, Kari always felt out of place and awkward since she wasn't playing dolls like the other girls. Her family was lower middle class so it wasn't because they couldn't afford it. Kari was more interested in understanding how things worked and how to make the most of the simple things. Apart of it is surviving during the winter when oil and fur peaked in prices. Kari would watch her father and grandfather collect wood, hunt for fox or dear for fur and make furniture out of the wood. They were craftsmen, capable of genuine pieces of work. She admired their work and often studied them. Kari's mother didn't fancy her daughter wanting to become a craftsmen since this was not a time women got into a trade. Kari needed to learn how to care for a husband and a family one day. This just wasn't in Kari's heart, and at the age of 18, she decided to purchase a ticket to America. Her mother pleaded with her not to go, saying if she leaves she is no longer apart of the family. Her father spoke to her before she left, saying her mother was just so shocked. Kari held a strong face, smiling gently that she respects her family and wants to make them proud. |
It was not too long after Karianna purchased her little shop and apartment that an issue became clear.
There was something she read in the paper regarding recent problems with robbery run ins and mysterious fires that followed them. Were they connected? Kari sipped the remainder of her black tea and folded the paper up. She shook her head and got up, looking at the boxes on the floor. She needed to start unpacking her apartment. Kari did not own a lot beside what she could muster for her shop like a few tables, cloth and materials. Her room consisted of a bed, a desk with a wooden chair, a small bathroom and kitchenette and finally a nicely made bookcase made herself. The shop had only recently opened so it was no surprise no one was still there after 6pm. She decided to close shop and get some rest and wanted to open early the following day because of this. She had not idea what the night would have in store. Within three hours, it seemed all was quite. A cool Thursday night in downtown Manhattan of early fall. One light flickered around the room and Karianna made herself comfortable. A few creaking sounds and thumps should have concerned the woman, but she assumed it being the rather shabby floor to blame. A black figure then appeared to the door way of the upstairs, directly across from the young lady who sat staring at notes. One clicking noise finally had her look up, and all she could do is gap her mouth open. A man? Who is this? She shook as the figure came into view. He had a black cover over his face and a knife to his hand. The other pointed. "Where is it? Where is your cash box?" He said coolly, not a bit ashamed under the mask. Karianna's eyes squinted. "Money? You want money?" She asked shakily. "I have not much. Why would you bother to take a poor store's money?" She was interrupted by the man who pushed a chair over. "Don't question me! You have it, any will do! Don't waste my time!" Kari stood up slowly, trying to figure where she had placed it. "Downstairs, i can get it in the sealed cabinet." The masked man walked backwards downstairs as she followed in suite. Did she have to do this? Why her? It took over a year to even get this place, and she was about to lose it all. She couldn't possibly afford this...but could it be worse then her life? |
Karura: Saving and MeetingFor some reason, the night wasn't completely cruel. A woman was walking down the street of the shop. Karianna forgot to hang up the "open" sign of her shop along with not locking the door. This could of easily been why the man got there easily, but it soon would be the reason the man could not escape. The woman was crying, as what appeared to be flames some distance away.
She ran to the nearest open place; Kari's shop. The woman dropped herself, sighing before looking up. There, the man in mask turned to her as well as Karianna. Karura glared at the man. "What are you doing?!" without even admiring she too kind of just came in there but she wasn't in a mask nor holding a knife. She pointed to the man. "Well?" The masked man stayed silent, turning to the woman. Karura, to woman, couldn't help but move her fur the wrong way, causing a slight spark of fire to happen beside her. The man came closer trying to run out, but accidentally caught flame on his clothes. Karura screeched and Karianna pushed the man out the door. What she didn't know she did was in the process stop the flame by walking over it. (Her power isn't known yet) A police officer patrolled around the block around this time and saw the seen. Within the hour the man was placed into a police wagon and questioning everyone at the scene. Luckily Karianna nor Karura were harmed. After the police left, they spoke to one another. "Sorry about me coming into your shop...and almost causing a fire. I can't...really help it..." Karura looked down, not wanting to explain herself. Karianna wanted to ask but instead sighed. "I forgot to lock my shop, but had i not you couldn't have helped me inadvertently." She gave a gentle smile. "I don't know how that happened...but somehow it saved me more then caused me any trouble. Thank you." Karura looked and met eyes with Karianna. The two were silent. Karianna believed to this day that she made a friend that night in someone who needed it most. They both shared something unspoken, and more stories would come after. Their first meeting wasn't perfect...it was just the right time. |