Profiles
Kimmie
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Styling, you know
you are styling
So turn to the mirror and blow yourself a kiss
It goes just like this
You've done it a thousand times
It's as easy as drinking wine, only now it's blood
Faith No More
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Bubblegum
Goth Girl
Kimberly Anne Moriarty always wanted to be a vampire,
ever since she was just six years old and went as a female Count Dracula for
Halloween, and she'd often despaired of ever achieving that goal, since after
all, vampires don't exist. They were only flights of fancy found in the
works of Bram Stoker, Anne Rice, and other notables, and no matter how much one
wanted to be a vampire, it just didn't happen in real life . . . or so she
thought until she came to Los Angeles and wound up with a pair of fangs and an
aversion to sunlight. However, all was not dark castles, lush Renaissance
settings, or tragic princes, and Kimmie discovered that being a vampire isn't
exactly what she thought it was . . . as a matter of fact, it's a lot
different. If she'd thought that being a vampire was anything quite like
this when she was back in school, she probably would have gotten rabidly
fascinated by professional wrestling or something a little less strange instead,
because every vampire she's met thus far has been a complete weirdo.
Kimmie's taking most of it in stride, however, and she's
slowly getting used to all of it, though that doesn't mean she's being quiet
about it . . . bullheaded begins to describe Kimmie. Just about
everybody's known someone like Miss Kimberly Anne Moriarty in their lives:
independent, intelligent, very capable, and stubborn as an ox and frustrating as
hell at times, and that sums Kimmie up in a nutshell. Born and
raised in the small Midwestern town of Kowalski, Illinois, Kimmie was the
younger of two children (her brother Neil being three years her senior), and
was raised in a very nuclear family environment where everything was pretty
traditional and orderly . . . in many ways, it was a picture-perfect childhood,
and Kimmie became rather accustomed to things going her way, as her parents
tended to dote on her quite a bit. She has a definite bratty side to her
due to this, but she carries it well, and can often turn it to her advantage
when the going gets tough, as she often did in junior high and high school . . .
the brattiness often manifests itself as aggressiveness and arrogance, both of
which Kimmie wields like a trained swordswoman, using them to get what she
wants, generally with a high rate of success. There are times that Kimmie
doesn't quite know when to shut her bratty nature off, especially since she
usually is quite effective with it, and she can often rub people the wrong way .
. . she's the type of gal who always manages to attract friends and admirers due
to her strong, independent nature, but also creates at least a couple of enemies
along the way, though she never sweats her enemies much, usually to their
annoyance. It wasn't unknown for Kimmie to get involved in screaming
matches with other girls in the hallways in high school, and in her freshman
year of high school, she physically got into it with another girl who was
extremely pissed that Kimmie had gotten the spot on the cheerleading squad that
she'd been wanting so much . . . unfortunately for her, Kimmie can fight like a
hellion when she has to, due to the constant clobberings Neil gave Kimmie when
they were growing up, as all good older brothers tend to do. Whenever he
got in trouble with Mr. and Mrs. Moriarty over it, he always justified it by
saying that he was "making her tough so that nobody could push her around
when she got older," and though they never took him seriously, he certainly
strutted around for a good week after Kimmie's parents had been called to school
after Kimmie had given the other girl a black eye, bloody nose, and busted lip,
and then had to be physically dragged off of the other girl by the boys' P.E.
teacher. This is pretty characteristic of the way Kimmie deals with much
of her problems: either she works them out with her head, or otherwise starts
kicking, snarling, and clawing (either literally or figuratively) until the
problem doesn't want to put up with her any more.
After finishing high school and then getting an
Associate's degree in community college, Kimmie, after having to put her
inherent brattiness and stubbornness to their ultimate test, convinced her
parents to let her move to Los Angeles, where after a year of working, she was
planning on attending UCLA to pursue a degree in journalism. It took much
fighting on her part, but her parents finally gave in, and Kimmie set out for
the big city, which she thought would be a great deal more exciting and
interesting than the relatively mundane settings of Kowalski and its surrounding
areas . . . Kimmie had always thought herself to be a bit more cosmopolitan than
the average Kowalski-ite, so she figured that moving to a big city was only
natural. Though L.A. was farther away than New York or Chicago, she liked
the idea of a warmer climate a lot more, and thought that both Chicago and New
York were just too damned dirty for their own good . . . fortunately for her she
didn't choose New York, as the vampires there are, in the words of Brandi,
"a bunch of grumpy, moody assholes with a severe totalitarian
complex," as opposed to the eclectic, eccentric, and generally friendly
vampires of Los Angeles. After Donita had met with Kimmie and Katheryne
made the comment that Kimmie was, in fact, lucky that she'd chosen to move to
L.A., where vampires were more tolerant, Donita snorted that if Kimmie had moved
to New York and become a vampire, "they would have killed her inside of a
week just to shut her up, or otherwise she'd be running the place within a year,
since she'd be the biggest bitch out of any of 'em." As stated
before, sometimes Kimmie rubs people the wrong way . . .
Once she'd been in L.A. for around half a year or so,
Kimmie met a very young vampire who, as Kimmie always says, thought he was a lot
smarter and
swifter than he really was. She met him at a goth club and
quickly drew his attention with her freshly-scrubbed, yet still rather gothic
appearance, and the way she carried herself . . . Kimmie tends to be a lot
perkier and much more blunt than many of the standard "goth girl"
species (no hate mail, please, I'm just writing about what I know), so she often
draws attention. At the time, Kimmie was just flirting with the goth
"thing," trying to figure it out and get the hang of it from what
little she'd learned from television, magazines, and trying to observe other
goths in the city, and she didn't quite have the appearance down . . . she was
trying, but still looked a lot like a small-town girl with a semi-preppy
background trying to be a goth girl, but then, some people like that, and Brian,
the young vampire in question, certainly did. After revealing to Kimmie
that he was, in fact, a vampire, and getting a somewhat tempestuous relationship
going with her (probably the only reason that she didn't end up killing him at
one point or another was because he was quite good at playing the part of the
dark, tragic prince type of character that Kimmie so loved from Anne Rice's
novels), Brian ended up accidentally turning Kimmie into a vampire herself
during one erotic night when the pair had been playing "vampire and
victim," with Kimmie playing the willing victim and Brian the roguish
vampire . . . Kimmie found it very, shall we say, stimulating to have her blood
drank by a real vampire after she'd tried it with him a few times, and since it
meant he got free blood and shared a bed with an attractive young woman, he
certainly had no objections to it. However, on the night in question,
Brian had already had quite enough blood to drink, as he and Kimmie had been to
a dance club earlier in the evening and he'd managed to snag two girls in a dark
hallway while Kimmie had stood guard, and by the time they'd gotten back to
Kimmie's apartment, he was feeling a bit tipsy from so much blood in him.
However, he was also feeling randy from all the blood, and he wanted to play,
and Kimmie, against her better judgment, went along with it, since it was always
a good time for her. This time, though, Brian made a pretty bad
miscalculation over how much blood he'd taken from his young girlfriend, and
ended up draining Kimmie nearly to the point of death, thus throwing him into a
panic . . . he wasn't exactly the nicest guy in the world, and a bit of a twit,
but he didn't want Kimmie to die, either. So he gashed his own wrist and
gave the ailing Kimmie a decent dose of it, enough to keep her alive and little
else, and then waited for the next several days while Kimmie recovered . . . and
nearly got himself killed when she discovered the set of fangs she was now
sporting. Kimmie had wanted to be a vampire, certainly, but after meeting
Brian, she'd decided that she didn't want to become one until later on in her
life, after she'd had a chance to run around a bit and have fun as a mortal
girl, and to say that she was pissed to find out that Brian had screwed up was
an understatement. He made a half-assed attempt to maintain the
relationship, but after the two got in a vicious 
argument and Kimmie cleaned his
clock with a single punch (the blood apparently agreed with her system a great
deal, even in the early stages, as she turned out to be pretty tough despite her
status as a fledgling vampire), he disappeared shortly afterwards, leaving
Kimmie to try to figure out how to be a vampire on her own. This lead to
several misadventures on Kimmie's part, as Brian had left her pretty clueless
about the vampire scene in Los Angeles (he loved being able to lord it over her
that he was a part of it and treated it like some big, mysterious secret, only
giving her little hints here and there, despite the fact that since he was so
young, hardly any of the other vampires paid much attention to him), and for a
time she struggled with the concepts of being a "proper" vampire in
L.A. and trying to fit in with the goth scene that, to her, seemed to be full of
posers, geeks, and weirdos. You see, Kimmie has her own notions about
certain things formed from what she's seen and read, and it's very hard to shake
them out of her, even when she's presented with the reality of it all . . . it
never occurred to her that in real life, one doesn't often run across goths and
vampires like what one sees and reads about in the media, and when she kept
encountering goths, and later vampires, that didn't quite fit the mold of what
she believed was real, she didn't exactly accept them with open arms. She
kept expecting Louis and Lestat, and instead got Donita,
Katheryne, and a very odd, but well-meaning, redhead named Mary, who often chats
with the voices in her head and has a penchant for the Spice Girls . . . not what one usually expects from vampires,
eh?
But Kimmie's adapting to things, and she's slowly but
surely realizing that there's a much bigger world out there than what she
thought existed when she was a high-schooler in Kowalski, reading Interview
With The Vampire before her yearbook class, and dreaming of a lush, gothic
world of splendor and tragedy. She's beginning to accept the way things
are in L.A., and even grouse about them a little less than before, though it'll
likely be years before the grumbling totally quits, and she has all the time in
the world to do that now . . . I think she'll do just fine, as long as her
mouth and attitude don't get her killed first!
Notes On The Pics:
The first picture is a neat little piece contributed by Hollywood Vampires
reader TIE Girl (kinda like Tank Girl, but with much cooler vehicles) that I
think goes along nicely with "Pathway To Darkness,"
Kimmie's first story, where she's trying to figure out exactly what it takes to
be a proper vampire in L.A. and testing the waters of the goth scene to see if
she can fit in the way she so desperately wants. It reminds me of an
illustration one might see in an older book, with a kind of arty feel to it . .
. you know the kind, where they've got the cool little pictures at the beginning
of each story. The second picture is another creation of Gypsy's, and
depicts Kimmie after her dye job in "Kimmie Gets
Sick," and with a rather saucy clubgoing outfit on, and shows her after
she's gotten a better feel for things in Los Angeles and has learned to not only
adapt, but to enjoy things a good deal. The third picture is also Kimmie
post-"Kimmie Gets Sick," looking very
gothed-out with the collar and shiny black gear . . . even black
fingernails! This one comes to the site courtesy Comrade Nathan Smith, and
I think it'd make a cool logo if I were separate Kimmie's tales into their own
little section. Good stuff all around!
swifter than he really was. She met him at a goth club and
quickly drew his attention with her freshly-scrubbed, yet still rather gothic
appearance, and the way she carried herself . . . Kimmie tends to be a lot
perkier and much more blunt than many of the standard "goth girl"
species (no hate mail, please, I'm just writing about what I know), so she often
draws attention. At the time, Kimmie was just flirting with the goth
"thing," trying to figure it out and get the hang of it from what
little she'd learned from television, magazines, and trying to observe other
goths in the city, and she didn't quite have the appearance down . . . she was
trying, but still looked a lot like a small-town girl with a semi-preppy
background trying to be a goth girl, but then, some people like that, and Brian,
the young vampire in question, certainly did. After revealing to Kimmie
that he was, in fact, a vampire, and getting a somewhat tempestuous relationship
going with her (probably the only reason that she didn't end up killing him at
one point or another was because he was quite good at playing the part of the
dark, tragic prince type of character that Kimmie so loved from Anne Rice's
novels), Brian ended up accidentally turning Kimmie into a vampire herself
during one erotic night when the pair had been playing "vampire and
victim," with Kimmie playing the willing victim and Brian the roguish
vampire . . . Kimmie found it very, shall we say, stimulating to have her blood
drank by a real vampire after she'd tried it with him a few times, and since it
meant he got free blood and shared a bed with an attractive young woman, he
certainly had no objections to it. However, on the night in question,
Brian had already had quite enough blood to drink, as he and Kimmie had been to
a dance club earlier in the evening and he'd managed to snag two girls in a dark
hallway while Kimmie had stood guard, and by the time they'd gotten back to
Kimmie's apartment, he was feeling a bit tipsy from so much blood in him.
However, he was also feeling randy from all the blood, and he wanted to play,
and Kimmie, against her better judgment, went along with it, since it was always
a good time for her. This time, though, Brian made a pretty bad
miscalculation over how much blood he'd taken from his young girlfriend, and
ended up draining Kimmie nearly to the point of death, thus throwing him into a
panic . . . he wasn't exactly the nicest guy in the world, and a bit of a twit,
but he didn't want Kimmie to die, either. So he gashed his own wrist and
gave the ailing Kimmie a decent dose of it, enough to keep her alive and little
else, and then waited for the next several days while Kimmie recovered . . . and
nearly got himself killed when she discovered the set of fangs she was now
sporting. Kimmie had wanted to be a vampire, certainly, but after meeting
Brian, she'd decided that she didn't want to become one until later on in her
life, after she'd had a chance to run around a bit and have fun as a mortal
girl, and to say that she was pissed to find out that Brian had screwed up was
an understatement. He made a half-assed attempt to maintain the
relationship, but after the two got in a vicious