ERICSON, Kita Boise

[Kita Boise Ericson]

KITA BOISE ERICSON

FULL NAME: Kita Boise Ericson.
NICKNAMES: None really
AGE: twenty three
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: Straight.
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen.
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A
JOB OCCUPATION: Sailor & Boat Maker

HAIR: Blonde, various lengths. She has let it grow really long in the past but lately she's chopped it all off and kept it in a nice bob
EYES: blue.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: none.
TATTOOS: She has a small anchor on the inside of her left ankle.
PIERCINGS: just her ears.
PLAY-BY: Chelsea Kane

LIKES: sailing, boats, night clubs, dressing up, converse, fancy iced coffees, vans, charity races, competitions in general, baseball caps, dogs, earrings (They're her non-shoe/boating indulgence), building boats, scented candles, cold beer, hard liquor, sunglasses, being out on the ocean
DISLIKES: cooking, being stuck in one place for too long, black coffee, people expecting her to be a "proper young woman" (She is definitely not.), bugs, the wilderness, camping, hiking, losing, sleeping in, going to the gym,
FEARS: being landlocked, car accidents, bats
SECRETS: Kita is very jealous of her sisters. They've all got their families, their husbands and children and Kita has only her boats and her dog. She's scared that she'll only ever have that.
PERSONALITY: Kita is a force to be reckoned with. She's mighty and strong with little frivolous about her. She's smart, having taught herself everything she knows about boats. And she is very keen to be at the top of her field for the foreseeable future. Competitive isn't the word for Kita, it's too tame for the feisty sailor. And if there is one thing this girl isn't, it's tame. She's not so wild that you'll find her dancing on tables in nightclubs but she's always been one of the guys and so she acts like it too often. She can hold her liquor well and will not back down from a friendly wager. She rarely loses. And when she does, she's a bit of a sore loser though it doesn't last long. Kita is well aware she's a woman in a man's world and she's okay with that. She's a fighter and will be the first to throw a punch when someone's tipped her over that line. She's not one to apologise so expecting one from her, even for something that she definitely did wrong, is a waste of time because it will never, ever happen. She's quite stubborn and totally set in her ways. She's got her rules and they must be followed. When they don't, she freaks out and has refused to talk to too many people because they couldn't figure out how to work with her. She's young with plenty still left to learn but she's not interested if someone's already pissed her off. They'll forever be stricken from her life; the only exception being her family. She never forgives and she never forgets and luckily for her sisters, they've yet to do something so terrible she cuts them out of her life entirely. The same can't be said for the rest of the world. And no one ever knows what will set her off.

MOTHER: Heather Ericson & 59.
FATHER: Stephen & 62.
SIBLINGS: Maureen & 31
Juliette & 29
Valerie & 26
Holly & 23.
OTHERS: Todd (Maureen's husband)
Amber, Lily and Henry.
Hunter (Juliette's husband)
Maggie
Corey (Valerie's Husband)
Joy & Christopher
Brett (Holly's husband)
Sabrina, Maya, Tucker.
PETS: Poseidon, Golden Retriever of three!
HOMETOWN: Seattle, Washington.
HISTORY: As the story goes Kita was meant to be Nikita but there were already three mothers who named their daughters that in Jasmine's circle. She had been the first to say if she had a little girl this time round, that's what she would name her and then her friends went and did that. So she went and ruined one of the handful of nicknames you could give Nikita and named her little girl Kita. Kita didn't care what the story was or that she did indeed have four girls in the group of friends that had been forced on her when she'd been young with the name she'd been meant to have. Kita was more her father's daughter than her mother's debutante. Her parents had had four daughters and had hoped Kita would be their first son. When she turned out to be their fifth girl, Samuel decided he was going to pretend his youngest daughter was his only son. Kita was okay with this. She was her daddy's little girl who wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty, who would rather pick up a hammer than a doll and who would much rather work with her manicured hands than she ever would sitting around doing nothing. Kita and Sam would go out on the boat and fish while the rest of them sat out on the dock. She was the one who was interested in the boat. Before they'd just fished off the dock but Kita had wanted to be further out in the water and her father wanted to give her that.

Over a few years, Kita had asked her father for a little Dorry boat to tear apart. The one she had her eye on was already run down and the owner was willing to practically give it to Kita, thinking she was just going to paint it and use it as one of those flower garden pieces that seemed to be everywhere, clawfoot tubs, old fashioned wheelbarrows and everything else. Kita was not that kind of girl and instead found books upon books to teach herself how to build a boat. And she did just that. Her first attempt was a bit of a mess but that was all part of the experience. She fixed it and after a couple more tries, the little Dorry boat was leakfree and the engine had a steady rhythm to it. She had been ten at the time. From there, it was boats for Kita. She learned everything she possibly could and by the time she was fourteen, had built a small boat much like her first. By the time she was sixteen, she had built three more. And all whilst still having a social life. She had grown into her features and became very popular. She had her priorities though and made sure her grades were good; especially her maths and sciences. She was enthralled by the entire boating thing. How did they float when they were made of so many materials? Intrigued was a tame word for Kita's feelings but it also summed them up pretty well all the same.

By the time she was eighteen, Kita was ranked at the top for sailing. Every team wanted her and she was genuinely thinking she would do that. But she also knew she was too competitive and there was no doubt in her mind that she would not take it well if she lost. It wasn't a girl thing like too many men thought it was, it was growing up with four older sisters and having to fight for everything she got. She had always been a bit of a sore loser. She got cranky, threw a bit of a fit and then used all that useless energy to push herself to win the next time. It usually worked but there were also times when she forgot she was a girl and threw a punch when she was pissed. That had been the real reason she declined most offers to sail. She hated those idiots who had the mindset that girl's couldn't sail. She proved them wrong, then she punched them in the face. She was her father's little tomboy and was proud of it. At twenty-one, Kita was able to pick and choose what she did and when she did it when it came to sailing. She loved it but it was more about creating the boats for her. She still sailed in competitions for her friends or when it was for charity but otherwise, she only sailed to deliver a boat to a client.

Kita would never say New York was home. Seattle was home and always would be. But she did enough work with plenty of clients in New York and the surrounding area that she was sick of paying for hotel rooms when it would have been ten times cheaper to get a place for whenever she was there doing business; Or when she needed somewhere to go that wasn't easy for any of her sisters to just show up at. They were all back in Seattle with the exception of Maureen who'd fled to London for an internship and never came back to live. At twenty three, Kita is just trying to figure out where she fits in. She's got her boats and sailing and she's still young but she's wondering what comes next. And she's worried that for her, it'll only ever be boats and sailing. She wants romance, she wants to be swept off her feet and treated like a princess, though she will thoroughly argue she isn't one. She is a sailor in nearly every way possible.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali
RULE WORDS: I've got these.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In the bottom of my teapot box!
SAMPLE:

Er, no!

 

[Cali]