(This is literally just copied off of my other book so it's a different style of character information)

Name: Kaitlyn, I have no last name but it's soon to be Foster. *good luck with that. Zack-a-boo is mine.* Heh, that was funny. You have no chance with Zack. I'm a total badass and you are just...bad. *What the hell is that supposed to mean!?* It means, get a life! Stop drooling over MY zack and do something else! *like what?* I don't know, maybe do your homework for once. *Fuck you!* Love you too boo.

Age: not sure, I kinda forget. I have a memory problem. *you are 19 kaitlyn*

Birthday: also forgot *no comment*

Appearance: I look fucking awesome. *No kaitlyn. You have to explain.* Fine. I have long hair. It's a reddish pink color with my natural brown color roots. *And?* And I like to have half of it up in a bun and the rest down. *What do you wear?* I wear clothes! *god n goddess. I already told you! You have to explain! And please, watch your fucking mouth!* God, someone didn't get enough sleep. *Well no duh. How do you think this is being written? It's fucking 3 am. I have school, so I don't have time. Now just explain the clothes you are wearing, damn it.* Fine. I wear my black hoodie, with my black crop top shirt, and my black ripped jeans. Oh and black combat boots. *gothic* You made me so shut the hell up.

Weapons: Plenty of them. *god n goddess. Kaitlyn!* Don't cut me off like that! I was going to explain each one of my beauties before you cut me off. *suurrrre* Fuck you. *love ya too* Shut up. Now, I have exactly 3 throwing knives, 2 hunting knives, 5 knives that are carved with beautiful feathers and skulls, 2 pistols, and I may or may not take Zack's scythe...every now and then. Oh, and I have 8 sewing needles and 7 spools of red thread.

Personality: *Can't wait to see how she'll explain this one* hmph. Like I said, im a total badass. I even went up against Zack. *what after you ran like a baby* I didn't run away, I'm not a coward like you are. I just simply walked around to get familiar with the place. *suuurrrrre ya did* Shut up! I wasn't sure who was on B6. I only knew who Cathy was, because I accidentally hacked her monitor. *you forgot the quotes around accidentally* Hush! I'm explaining myself. My annoying 'creator' says I'm a pain in the ass. And that I have anger issues. Oh she also says I'm so high-stung and that I'm hot headed. She also says I'm a dumbass. Which I think is false. I'm pretty smart. *highschool drop out* In my defense, I had to come here because...well...I don't remember. But whatever. I kill people for a living, okay!

Okay so my 'creator'–*stop calling me that* STOP INTERRUPTING! Like I was saying, my 'creator' wants me to say what is on my person because she is an idiot. So I have 2 knives in each boot. I have one of my guns on my thigh, I have one of those gun holder thingies. *oh my god n goddess, you are an idiot* Shut up! I bet Zack doesn't know what it is either! *okay we're done.* But I didn't finish. *I don't care! I'm ending it here, whether you want me to or not.*