Name: Kathleen 'Kitty' Johnson<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Date of Birth: July 7th, 1991<br/>Age: 20<br/>Hair: Blonde<br/>Skin: White<br/>Eyes: Blue<br/>Height: 5'00"<br/>Weight: 125<br/><br/>Place of Residence: L.A. (Never been there so I have no idea what else to put)<br/>Place of Birth: L.A<br/><br/>Relatives:<br/>Brian Cooper (Father) (Dead)<br/>Jessica Johnson (Mother)<br/>Lizbeth Connors (Mother)<br/><br/>Enemies: (N/A)<br/>Friends: (N/A)<br/><br/>Occupation: Just messing around with music, not really any job. She often is playing music or singing (Amazing voice)<br/><br/>Appearance: (http://www.blirk.net/wallpapers/1024x768/anime-wallpaper-31.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://www.fotoneria.com/images/a/avril-lavigne/avril-lavigne/avril-lavigne-12.jpg) (Except with long hair)<br/><br/>Fashion of Choice: Dark clothing or punkish clothing most of the time.<br/><br/>Personality: She is all around a nice girl to be around, she has her mood swings and she is known to go from happy to sad in seconds. She loves to just have fun and do silly stuff like skydiving and surfing. Being the daughter of a very famous singer didn't do anything to affect her ego, she is kind to people from all walks of life, from the poor homeless guy to the rich friend she is known to befriend all. She often get's mad when she is made fun out of her parents being lesbians however she love them both to heart and would kick the ass of anybody who makes fun of them.<br/><br/>Motivations: To just have fun and enjoy life day by day.<br/>Disposition: (no idea what you mean here)<br/>Outlook: Generally positive attitude towards everything, she loves to laugh.<br/><br/>Religion/Philosophy: None<br/><br/>Sexuality: Bisexual (Woman tendencies)<br/><br/>Positive Personality Traits: Quirky, Nice, Honest, Loyal, Protective<br/>Negative Personality Traits: Moody, Harsh when family or friends are in someway hurt, Violent when she is mad.<br/>Sexual Quirks: Loves kinky fun but she is not against good passion sex. She always had a fantasy about being dominated but never actually archive it yet.<br/><br/>Interests: Music, Reading, Surfing, Skydiving, any extreme sports, Anime, Food, Exercise.<br/>Likes: Singing, Writing, Ex. Sports, Cooking, Swimming, Partying, Drinking, Sex.<br/>Dislikes: People who are rude to others, People making fun of her mothers, Snakes (phobia).<br/><br/>Favorite Foods: Pizza, Pasta, Sushi, Chinese food, Hamburgers.<br/>Favorite Drinks: Cola, Water, Beer, Vodka<br/>Favorite Colors: Red, Purple, Black, Pink.<br/><br/>Hobbies: Singing, Playing musical instruments, Ex.Sports<br/><br/><br/>Details:<br/><br/>Theme Songs:<br/>Bon Jovi - It's My Life (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vx2u5uUu3DE#)<br/><br/>History:<br/><br/><em>Early life...</em><br/><br/>My life wasn't simple at all, even at birth. Being the daughter of a father that died during a car accident with a drunk driver was something I didn't wanted. My mother cared for me while on her belly, trying her best to keep herself in good spirits waiting on me to be born. She met a woman, a wonderful woman that I grew up to know as my second mother, even though I knew I wasn't normal since I had two mothers I knew I would be loved. When I was born it was the happiest day on my mothers life, I was a healthy young baby and I was a healthy woman. However as the daughter of a very famous singer my life would be very difficult, especially with two mothers and not having any fathers. My mother took a small break from her career to have me and make me feel like we had a family. With all the money she had it wasn't difficult for her to get me everything I wanted, everything I wished would be mine.<br/><br/><em>7-10</em><br/><br/>I grew up to be a spoiled girl, I wanted a game boy? I had one in a few minutes. By this time I was wondering why didn't I have a father, by this time my curiosities started to get the better of me. My mother told me the truth from the first day I asked, she told me that dad was in heaven and I dropped the subject. I grew up to love my second mother, I would beat up every kid who made fun of her and got into a lot of trouble in school because of it. I had a lot of friends, some as rich as me while others weren't as rich as myself. I loved my mother and kids began to respect her, not because of their decisions but because I got into a fight with whoever made fun of her or any friend I had. Teachers called my mothers a lot but due to the fact that my mommy was on tour only one of them usually came. I loved them to death and always got the good side of the teachers when I explained what happened, I was a very bright child, or so I was told.<br/><br/><em>11-16</em><br/><br/>Boys... those things God made often time only think about themselves. They could not understand one simple thing, I protected my friends. At the young age of twelve I lost my best friend in a car accident, a drunk teen hit her mothers car and he was inside, dead on impact. I cried a lot and often times didn't wanted to go to school, I hated life and I hated everything else. The fact that my mother was famous didn't do anything to give me peace, I hated myself and I wanted to die. However one person brought me back to reality, and it all occurred on my fifteen birthday. Britney, a friend I knew ever since I started high school got me into a plane, she told me that we were going to jump in mid air. At first I was truly scared, however little did I knew that was the thing I needed. After we landed on the safety of the ground I got hooked, the adrenaline went up and I loved it, that day I made three jumps more since I could not get enough of it.<br/><br/><em>17-20</em><br/><br/>Life... oh how life it's, I began developing feelings for a guy, son of a famous person as well. He was everything I ever wanted, he was everything I ever needed. By this time I grew up, my voice changed and I took after my mother. I loved music and I loved to sing and just be wild, nobody could tell me what to do!. I loved to put my life on the line as well doing extreme stuff, however one mistake would prove to be the thing my mother would regret the most and at the same time be more proud of me than ever before. One night when I was with my mother in a concert a man, a reporter asked my mother something that got me mad. He told my mother that how could she raise a daughter with another woman? that it was unusual and that I would grow up to be the same. He of course masked it but he called my second mother a whore!. I could not take it, my anger took the better of me and I landed a punch straight to his face knocking him down cold.<br/><br/>For the next year that was the news all over the media, how the daughter of a celebrity punched a guy just because he asked something. I was sent to a lot of shows and made to explain myself, each and every time I defended both of my mothers, each and every time I earn the respect of the people. However it would all come crashing down when the guy who I thought was my boyfriend at the time told me the truth, he wasn't interested in me and he was made to get my attention. I was furious at him, how could he had done such a thing?. I hated myself for believing he was a good guy and I hated myself for even thinking that we could be something together. The biggest fight of my life was that night, after then I did my best to not see him and I broke contact with him, I could never forgive him. He broke my heart and my feelings, I continued on with my life, trying my best to forget about that day, and about him.<br/>