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⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ Kinslee Monroe ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹
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Face Claim
❀ Basic Information ❀
- Full Name -
FIRST NAME - Kinslee
LAST NAME - Monroe
- Gender -
Female
- Age -
18
- Birthdate-
June 27, 2007
- Race -
French
- Height -
5'5 / 165
- Weight -
116lbs / 57 kgs
- Birthplace -
Lyon, France
Overall Appearance
She has soft blonde hair, styled in gentle waves and loose curls that fall all the way to her lower back, giving her an easy, natural elegance. Her hazel eyes, dotted with small flecks of gold, seem warm and expressive, catching the light in a subtle, striking way. A gentle spread of freckles across her nose adds personality and softness to her face. She has a slim build and a clean, well-defined jawline that gives her features structure and balance. Her lips are naturally full and smooth, with a relaxed shape that makes her expressions feel warm and genuine. Tying everything together are her perfectly shaped eyebrows, full and neat, framing her eyes effortlessly.
⊹₊ Other Information ₊⊹
- Pronouns -
She / Her
- Marital Status -
Single
- Mental Illnesses -
Anxiety and ADD
- Hobbies -
Baking, Embroidery, and Pottery
❤︎ Backstory ❤︎
She grew up in Lyon in a house that never felt entirely safe, though her parents tried to show love in their own ways. Arguments lingered like shadows—quiet at first, then cutting, leaving her chest tight and her thoughts spinning. She was always on edge, restless, her mind jumping from one worry to the next. Even the streets of Lyon, familiar and well-worn, felt confining. Every routine, every expectation from her parents, felt like another weight pressing down on her.
Her older brother had been her anchor. Where she was anxious, he was steady. Where her thoughts raced, he listened without judgment. They shared jokes, late-night conversations, small rituals that belonged only to them. He was the one who made home feel like it could be safe, even if only for a moment. When he died suddenly, the world she had known fractured. Grief tore through her daily life, making ordinary things—school, friends, even conversations with her parents—feel impossible.
Her parents didn’t understand how deeply the loss had affected her. To them, her restlessness and fear were signs of immaturity or weakness. When she began expressing a desire to leave Lyon, even temporarily, to find space to breathe, they were harsh and disappointed. They saw her need as rebellion, not survival. Their disapproval added another layer of anxiety, making her feel guilty for wanting to take care of herself, guilty for needing distance from the very people she loved.
Living in Lyon after her brother’s death became a constant struggle. Her mind was a whirlwind of grief, worry, and the pressure to live up to her parents’ expectations. Every day felt like walking a tightrope: trying to honor her brother’s memory, manage her anxiety, and navigate the impossible weight of her parents’ disappointment. She longed for a space where she could exist without judgment, where she could start to make sense of the chaos inside her, but leaving Lyon was never simple—it carried heartbreak, guilt, and a sense of failure that shadowed even the thought of freedom.
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Face Claim
❀ Basic Information ❀
- Full Name -
FIRST NAME - Kinslee
LAST NAME - Monroe
- Gender -
Female
- Age -
18
- Birthdate-
June 27, 2007
- Race -
French
- Height -
5'5 / 165
- Weight -
116lbs / 57 kgs
- Birthplace -
Lyon, France
Overall Appearance
She has soft blonde hair, styled in gentle waves and loose curls that fall all the way to her lower back, giving her an easy, natural elegance. Her hazel eyes, dotted with small flecks of gold, seem warm and expressive, catching the light in a subtle, striking way. A gentle spread of freckles across her nose adds personality and softness to her face. She has a slim build and a clean, well-defined jawline that gives her features structure and balance. Her lips are naturally full and smooth, with a relaxed shape that makes her expressions feel warm and genuine. Tying everything together are her perfectly shaped eyebrows, full and neat, framing her eyes effortlessly.
⊹₊ Other Information ₊⊹
- Pronouns -
She / Her
- Marital Status -
Single
- Mental Illnesses -
Anxiety and ADD
- Hobbies -
Baking, Embroidery, and Pottery
❤︎ Backstory ❤︎
She grew up in Lyon in a house that never felt entirely safe, though her parents tried to show love in their own ways. Arguments lingered like shadows—quiet at first, then cutting, leaving her chest tight and her thoughts spinning. She was always on edge, restless, her mind jumping from one worry to the next. Even the streets of Lyon, familiar and well-worn, felt confining. Every routine, every expectation from her parents, felt like another weight pressing down on her.
Her older brother had been her anchor. Where she was anxious, he was steady. Where her thoughts raced, he listened without judgment. They shared jokes, late-night conversations, small rituals that belonged only to them. He was the one who made home feel like it could be safe, even if only for a moment. When he died suddenly, the world she had known fractured. Grief tore through her daily life, making ordinary things—school, friends, even conversations with her parents—feel impossible.
Her parents didn’t understand how deeply the loss had affected her. To them, her restlessness and fear were signs of immaturity or weakness. When she began expressing a desire to leave Lyon, even temporarily, to find space to breathe, they were harsh and disappointed. They saw her need as rebellion, not survival. Their disapproval added another layer of anxiety, making her feel guilty for wanting to take care of herself, guilty for needing distance from the very people she loved.
Living in Lyon after her brother’s death became a constant struggle. Her mind was a whirlwind of grief, worry, and the pressure to live up to her parents’ expectations. Every day felt like walking a tightrope: trying to honor her brother’s memory, manage her anxiety, and navigate the impossible weight of her parents’ disappointment. She longed for a space where she could exist without judgment, where she could start to make sense of the chaos inside her, but leaving Lyon was never simple—it carried heartbreak, guilt, and a sense of failure that shadowed even the thought of freedom.
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