MÜLLER, KATE

[kate müller]

kate sophia müller

name: bree-anne-uh
age: twenty-one
gender: lady
writing experience: a cornucopia of years! i love writing fiction, i hate taking writing fiction classes.
how’d you find us?: in a dream...
a favorite book: "a great and terrible beauty" by libba bray
other character(s): far. too. many.
(jonathan, christophe, anika, alexandre, darren, eli)


name: Katharina Maria Anna von Senarclens de Grancy (Kate Sophia Müller)
age: 19
citizen? upper or lower schooling?: upper
previous residence: vienna, austria
eye color: blue
hair color: brown
height: 5' 9"
distinguishing features: full lips


four good personality traits

four bad personality traits

three quirks

important people

history

Born Katharina Maria Anna von Senarclens de Grancy in Vienna, to parents who died less than a year later in a terrible car crash, grew up knowing all the comforts and riches of life with her wealthy aunt and uncle. There had been speculation that she had distant relations to the von Senarclens de Grancy family of Germany, but besides the fact, Katharina had money and knew it well. She was tutored from a young age in all matters of language, politics, and manners at her aunt and uncle's countryside Austrian manor. But no matter the education or the opportunity money brought her, just having it never satisfied Katharina. She wanted to see the world, to taste it. Viewing it from behind lace curtained windows was becoming more like watching from inside a prison cell. She was trapped – she knew this as she screamed inside.

Until Vienna. Her uncle had a work obligation in the Austrian city one weekend and offered to take Katharina, to "teach her of more cultured ways". She ended up just being shown off at the ball his work hosted though. She was standing in her silken, royal blue gown, with a glass of golden champagne in one hand and a dozen little blue pills in the other when it happened. When she realized she was done with this life, and succumbed to darkness.

She awoke to light – but the acrid taste that burned down her throat told her it was not the sweet release she had been hoping for. Countless monitors registered every bodily action she did, denying her any moment of privacy and solitude. Just when she felt the tears brimming on the edge of her eyes a voice resounded beside her. That was the first time she met Derek and his soft smile. A kitchen accident, which was shown to be less of an accident than perceived, landed him in the bed next to hers with white bandages on his slender wrists. The son of a bank clerk and a stay at home mom, Derek was as close to normalcy that Katharina had ever encountered. He had no distant relations to a baron, lord or duke. He wasn't the heir to millions of dollars, or had buildings named in his family's honor. He was just Derek. And she had fallen in love with "just Derek" whole heartedly.

After they were both released from the hospital, Katharina spent most of her time devising plans on how to sneak out of the manor to visit him in the city. But when she was with him – she forgot everything. With Derek, there were no tutors, no marbled halls, no cold glares. With him, there wasn't even a Katharina von Senarclens de Grancy – she simply ceased to exist, vanishing with the softest of breezes when in his warm embrace. Unfortunately, things only stay the same for so long until change is upon it, contorting everything that once was.

Her aunt and uncle discovered her relationship with Derek when she was trying to sneak off one day. They demanded she end it immediately – for the threat it proposed against Katharina's safety and of course the matter of her pure blood becoming "tainted". She refused ever doing such a thing and attempted to escape back to Derek over the course of the next week. Unfortunately, she was unable to do so and new information that was brought to light in the coming days changed everything. Katharina was with child.

She had wanted to keep the baby, but her soft voice was nothing compared to the roar her aunt and uncle created when they discovered she was pregnant. Under the most severe discretion, she would have the baby aborted. She refused vehemently at first – until her aunt and uncle proposed to her their deal. If she would give up the child without protest, then they would allow her to continue seeing Derek whenever she pleased. They would also sue Derek's parents for everything they had as well as accuse them of child abuse if she failed to comply. They would not lose.

The next morning Katharina checked into the local clinic, and left with only emptiness gnawing inside her trembling body and tear streaks down her soft face. In the months following, her aunt and uncle kept to their word and did not sue Derek's parents and allowed Katharina to spend as much time with Derek as she pleased. However, she found she couldn't get in touch with Derek. He had found out about their baby and what had happened and seemed never to be home whenever she called or visited. There was a distance between them now – far greater than the physical miles that separated them. It tore Katharina inside, breaking her when she was already so fragile.

In the next year, Katharina left her structured world of mahogany hallways and scheduled days to join a group of people who lived with everything at the tips of their fingers and a recklessness over their lives. Her hobbies included mixing vodka with prescription pills, forgetting everything that had ever happened to her. On the rare chance she was conscience, she thought often of Derek – and what her life would have been like had she kept the baby.

On one unusually cold May night, Katharina went to Derek's house to just see a glimpse of him – a glimpse of a happy memory. But Derek wasn't there. His house was dark – the narrow halls empty. Calling her aunt, she revealed to Katharina that Derek's family had left the country – hadn't Derek told her? Katharina knew this was of her aunt and uncle's doing. Derek proposed a threat to their delicate world. And Katharina's love for him was breaking everything they had spent so many years creating. Closing her phone – the brutal truth sunk deep into her bones -- Derek was gone, and she would never see him again. Especially if her aunt and uncle had their way of things.

She was drowning – suffocating with no one to sink their hand into the dark waters and pull her above. Katharina overdosed that night. Whether it was on accident from the blur of alcohol, or on purpose – one thing was clear, Katharina should have died that night. Somehow, she struggled through. When she woke up in a cold, empty hospital room – she knew things would be different from then on. Her aunt and uncle had come to the decision that they couldn't handle her anymore, and for Katharina, Austria and Vienna held too many memories for her to stay. That coming fall, they sent her off to Académie d'Ouvrard, a boarding school they had heard was known for their "fresh starts" of students, and intellectual merit. When Katharina arrived on campus, alone with her entire life packed in suitcases, she decided it was time to leave everything behind in Vienna. Katharina Maria Anna von Senarclens de Grancy was no more – she existed only in Austria. She was now Kate Sophia Müller – just a new student at the académie.

And only that.

if you could be anywhere, where would you be? "There isn't really a place. Vienna, I guess. At least there the city was loud enough to let me forget. It's too quiet here."
character’s play-by: rosie huntington-whiteley

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