Full Name:
"I have such a long name.. I think it's because I was the only daughter, so they gave me all the good female names."
My full name? Well, this could take a while.. legally, my full name is Clarity Lauren Elizabeth Stephanie Jacinta Castro-Moore. But, let's shorten it slightly, shall we? My name is Clarity Castro-Moore.
Nicknames:
"Well, not my full name, anyway."
I loves nicknames. Whether it's giving or receiving, I don't care, based off name, looks, personality, anything. Having so many names, and my first name being rather strange, I have had many nicknames in her life-time, ranging from Clara and Beth to Astro Mountain. Well, the last one was to do with my surnames, and it was a confusing story to how I got that nickname, so let's save that for a rainy day, shall we?
Age:
"I'm sixteen.. wait, that depends, is this to get into some fancy nightclub or something? Then I'm totally older."
I'M sixteen, going on seventeen - like the song from The Sound Of Music - though I will admit, I have no problem faking her age, whether it is to look younger and seemingly innocent, or look older and able to drink.
Hometown:
"Rain, rain.. and more rain, oh my! At least the drinking age is lower."
I spent the first four years of her life in the cold, rainy country that is Ireland. I then moved to New York when my parents divorced, though at least once a year I travel back to Ireland to visit her Dad.
Ethnicity
"I have nothing to comment on this one, so.. hi."
White.
Sexuality:
"I like guys, though us girls can be sexy too."
I'm heterosexual.
***
Coven:
"Circe through and through, baby!"
Circe, though you can probably tell by how I act.
Specialty:
"At least it's not some dumb skill like 'healing people gahahaha.'"
I'm basically good at anything I find interesting, which tends to be the darker things. I'm good at hexes, but am also quite capable at the normal, everyday life stuff, like learning how to fix something or break something. They could probably come in handy someday, especially if I never gets married and get a husband to do everything for her. Call me sexist, but that's mostly just because I'm lazy.
Abilities:
"What? It could come in handy."
To start off, being a Circe, I'm typically good at anything that hurts people. Not seriously hurts, but something like trips people over, or stuns them, or turns their tongue into jelly. You know, just little tricks that could come in handy, if I were ever to need to get revenge.
"I'm skilled with tongues.. I know what you're thinking, dirty minded much?"
As well as that, I am also skilled with tongues. I know what you're thinking, but I will explain that in a bit. After asking my Dad, he has said it was probably because of the Irish language, which I hadn't even known existed until then. The language is not spoken, but taught at school, and is known as Gaeilge, Irish or Gaelic. Now, as I was saying about tongues - I'm good at deciphering codes or learning languages, and can speak, fluently, Irish, English, Spanish, Italian, French and German, as well as Pig-Latin and a language my friends and I made up when we were young, which they called Gods-Latin.
"Apparently, I still have some Irish blood left in me."
Thirdly, I'm skilled with animals. Anything to do with animals, growing fur, communicating with animals. Well, there is a certain limit - apparently, also according to my Dad, from my Irish blood - I'm best at communicating with farm animals, as the Irish are known for their farming. Not that I'm not skilled in other animal areas, just particularly skilled around farm animals.
"That's right, I know what you're thinking."
I can also read minds. Woah, I know what you're thinking - ehh, this girl is too powerful. Calm down. Well, I can't exactly read minds.. it's more like, when you hear your name in a conversation, and you automatically tune in. If I hear my name in someone's thoughts, I can hear what they're thinking for a few seconds before it goes back to normal. So, when I'm doing speeches or the like, when all attention is on me, trust me, this can get annoying.
"This is seriously handy."
And finally, I'm good at stealing. Which is also to do with my upbringing. For eight years of my life, I lived in a not very good part of New York, which caused me to learn how to be sneaky and steal which must have rubbed off into her magical qualities.
"Not even I am invincible."
Though it may seem like a lot, there is definitely a limit to what I can do, and about 95% of the abilities listed were pretty much useless. On top of that, I'm hopeless at anything to do with helping people - healing, undoing hexes, etc. I'm pretty sure you're getting a clearer image of my personality.
Familiar:
"Thank god I wasn't matched with a hippopotamus or something."
My 'familiar' is a cat, or to be more precise, a kitten. Though I would love to think this is because of her curious and playful nature, which I do have a bit of, I know that it is really because of my sly, sneaky behaviour. The kitten is quite small, and has deep blue eyes and ginger fur, with white stripes running through it. Her name is Ariel, due to her red head, like the mermaid. She is, like me, quite sneaky, as well as being playful, curious and brave to the point of foolishness.
Links To Pictures Of Ariel:
- Lying Down
- Being Held
- Sleeping
- Being Carried
- In The Garden
- Another One
- Last Time
***
Personality:
"Well, how can I describe myself in one sentence?"
I'm a layered girl, with a very complex personality and a devious mind to match. I'm cunning, always trying to find any information that may be of use to me sometime in the future, and then pretending I couldn't care less about what I was just told. I'm also very sneaky, in almost every way this word is used; whether it be sneaking up on people or tricking them.
"I have the power of the tongues, as they say."
I have a way with words, as mentioned before, that not only helps me with languages, also helps me talk her way out of situations, coming up with brilliant lies in a matter of seconds. I'm also good at talking things out of people, usually by saying so much seemingly nonsensical stuff that the confused person blurts out their secrets. It is surprisingly successful.
"I'm not flirting, I'm just talking.. okay, who am I kidding, I'm flirting. Very well, though, I may add."
I'm also a big flirt. Don't care who it is, as long as he's either cute, or easy to talk to - though preferably both. I like a chase, and those that are easy to get bore me, though it's not something I would admit. I love the fact that I have so much power over the opposite sex, just by my looks alone giving me an unfair advantage. All I have to do is say the words that they want to hear, and boom, I've got them around my finger.
"I'm not a monster, you know."
Though this may come across as surprising; I actually do have a heart. Though this doesn't come out often, I'm generally nicest around my family, closest friends or those whos lives are worse, and by that I mean someone who is dying/disabled, etc. I'm not as heartless as I shows most people, though that doesn't mean I can't be.
"Revenge is sweet."
That being said, I love revenge - I'm practically addicted. If you tick me off once, expect something a thousand times worse coming your way. This won't just be some messy, impulsive, throwing-paint-at-each-other thing. I will take my time, first of all making you let your guard down, all the while I will be collecting information on what you would hate most; Stealing of your boyfriend, being embarrassed, etc. It is only once you have let your guard down, thinking it's been so long that I have probably forgotten that I will strike.
Likes:
"Well, I know what you like - Moi."
- Animals; Especially Ariel.
- Chocolate; I have a sweet tooth.
- Revenge; Those b*tches will get what they deserve.
- Salt and Vinegar Pringle Chips; Very precise, but these are gorgeous.
- Music; My only getaway. I don't have a favourite genre, anything really.
- Strawberry Laces; So what if the majority of this is food, food is nice!
- Paints; I will admit, I am a terrible artist, but still love paints, and making colours on the page.
- Photography; Taking pictures or looking at pictures, I love the idea of pictures.
- Staying Up Late; Especially if I can sleep in tomorrow
- Drinks; Well, I don't mean orange juice..
- Sleeping In; Pure Heaven.
Dislikes:
"You, and all your nosey questions."
- Watermelons; They have absolutely no taste.
- Bugs; Eww, disgusting creatures. The only animals I actually hate.
- Black Licorice; Probably the only sweet I dislike.
- Muddy Yellow; Whoever invented that colour has issues.
- Stains; Just.. go away.
- Feeling Hungry; Well, surprising, isn't it? Why would anyone ever hate feeling hungry? Note the sarcasm.
- Hypocrites; I'm probably a hypocrite herself, so I'm being hypocritical by putting it down.
- Alarm Clocks; They were invented for waking you up, who does like them?
- Burnt Popcorn; I adore popcorn - just not this type.
- Homework; As if school wasn't enough torture for one day.
***
History:
"Muddy, rainy, cold, green Ireland, also known as where I was born."
I was born on the second of July to Veronica Castro and Michael Moore, in the countryside of Leitrim, Ireland. For the first four years of my life, I was the apple of my parents eyes, being the youngest and only girl of the family, having two older brothers which were Mathias and Jason, or Matthew as most call him, who were six and three years older than me. That was, until, when I was four years old, my parents divorced, and Veronica, along with her children, moved halfway across the world to New York, USA.
"What a lovely place we had."
The next few years of my life were tough, the only bliss I had being the summer holidays, when I went back to muddy, rural Ireland to visit my father. My mother had made a bad decision by moving into a cheap part of New York, which was obviously cheap for a reason. The four of us were stuck in a dusty, dirty old apartment that could barely fit two people. Not only that, but the area itself was terrible, with all sorts of trespassers and criminals - I feared for her life everyday as I walked home from school.
"Hey, I wasn't a total loser.."
Fortunately, nothing serious ever happened to any of us, but that didn't stop it from affecting me. Even though nothing actually happened to us from criminals, it still stopped me from doing some things, like inviting friends over, as their parents weren't happy with them being in such a bad area. I was labelled the loser, the loner, the weirdo, which was only heightened when, at age eight, I told everyone I had superpowers.
"I can do some pretty amazing sh*t."
I was sitting on the window sill, on the third floor of the apartment building, my legs hanging out the window and my head resting against the window frame, taking my usual position to watch the sunset whilst I daydreamed, when the clouds moved slightly, shining the sun right in my eyes. In a defensive manner, I quickly raised my hands to shield my eyes, and watched as red sparks flew from my hand. I stared at my hand in amazement, and quickly tried to do it again.
"Those curtains were disgusting anyway."
This time, I was not as successful - or more successful in my opinion - as I ended up catching the curtains on fire. After a lot of screaming, I ran inside and told my mother what happened, and though she did not believe the magical story at first, she definitely believed it when she ran upstairs and saw that the fire had turned green, and that it seemed to be playing some sort of music, as 'Yellow Submarine' by The Beatles was being loudly blasted around the room. Mum put it out, which stopped the music. My brothers had not been home at the time, but soon found out after the numerous incidents, one of which made Jason fall out the window. Unfortunately, Jason possessed magical qualities. Which he considered good, but not for me, anyway. Matthew didn't though, thank god.
"Yay, a happy ending."
When I was ten, my mother got a raise, after a year of working her ass off. Apparently, this raise was important, since it gave us enough money to move to a nice neighbourhood, buy some bikes, and get them into a school where everyone didn't have a million tattoos and piercings, and a serious attitude problem.
"↠ Fast Forward ↠"
When I started Fae's Academy, I was sorted into Circe. My first reaction to this was something along the lines of, "These look like my kind of people." Weird thought, but whatever. I didn't know Circe's reputation at the time, but I found out pretty quickly, and when I did, I wasn't sure whether to take it as an insult or a compliment that I had been sorted into it. I decided compliment.
Other:
"What, did I not tell you enough?"
N/A
