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SEXUALITYXXbisexual ; biromantic
NATIONALITYXX US American
ROLEX arcane
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Carla's arcane was a tricky one for faculty to categorize, although they eventually settled on placing her into the category of 'magick'. Her abilities revolve around mimicry and adoptive memory, with her abilities leaning on the side of physicality. She possesses an adoptive muscle memory, able to replicate the physical actions of others after witnessing them, and able to keep these memories with her permanently, much like the ability to ride a bike seldom leaves once acquired. As a result of this adoptive memory, she has learned a number of martial arts, instruments, and choreographies. In order to obtain mastery over a martial art, for example, she needs to engage in a lot of content, as she only learns what she sees. Furthermore, this ability is limited to her own dexterity, strength and speed; she can watch all the wrestling videos she wants, but she's not going to choke-slam anyone anytime soon.
Another element of her mimicry magick is one she uses far less often, is vocal mimicry. Much like a mockingbird, Carla is able to replicate a person's voice upon hearing it. Unlike a mockingbird, this ability can even extend to words the speaker themselves has not said once she has obtained enough audial information from them. This ability lingers with significantly less permanence than that of her muscle memory, and tends to fade relatively quickly without access to more materials. Unlike her muscle memory, which seems to reject fading at all, her spoken mimicry tends to last a couple days at the very most without exposure to the source.
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H E I G H TXANDXB U I L D: 5'7", slim build
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P E R S O N A L I T Y:
beaten down but never broken, she bounces back and returns every blow. Her skin is thick, and does not pierce easily, even with life's penchant for firing arrows and throwing daggers. the projectiles rebound and ricochet, and occasionally catch in her teeth. She likes moments like that best of all; the steel brushing her tongue, the way her grin tightens around the steel. She likes feeling invulnerable, and even more so, she likes others to perceive her as such. It aids her pride, and discourages attempts at pity, one thing she relies on, and the other she cannot stand.
melancholy is a purposeful kind of woe, not so much sadness as somber pensiveness, and even in her brightest moments, it touches her. It has long since settled under her surface, its roots outstretched and invading every crevice of her earth. she hides it as well as she could possibly hope to, with cherry blossom smiles and a vivacious wit, and yet it lingers like a winter chill, like the phantom pain of a limb lost, or a wound healed. With this apparently inherent pensiveness comes a proneness to rumination, and she often falls into deep thought when left to her own devices. She tends to overthink things, troubling over passing comments, cringing weeks later from brief embarrassments everyone else has forgotten, harshly critiquing herself for mistakes no one else recalls her making.
for all her darker predilections, and the grimmer nature of her past, she is strangely summery. her smile is bright, and her humour near-constant; she eases tensions and lights up rooms, softening the hearts of harder folk as she ignores the ragged edges of her own. That all said, no heart is whole, and her own mars and scars have far from affected her knack for empathy and compassion. She is a warm presence, and even in her bouts of jadedness never forgets the importance of hope and idealism.
cynicism does not dictate her the way it should, given her circumstances. Try as she might to resist it, hope engages her in a way that pessimism (or is it realism?) does not. it is not so much a naivety, or refusal to acknowledge reality, but rather a desperation to change it. she digs her own grave with her lack of fear, her willingness to approach, to protect, to demand. even when softened by her runaway emotions, which she often keeps hidden and unexposed, there is a strength to her. every impossible situation turns to unstoppable force meeting immovable object, such is her will. her passion bleeds out, even when she tries to distill it, and somewhere along the line, she somewhat succumbed to the reality that her convictions control her, and not the other way around. her pride often wishes she were colder, less easy to incite emotion from, but alas, she is far too caught in contemplation to obtain the necessary chill.
then again, she's been burned by hope before, and it shows. it shows in her reluctance to put her heart on the line, to get too excited for the unknown, and to lean away from risky decisions. she is a survivor, and as much as she yearns for adventure and thrills, any approach of such an opportunity leads her to flinch and shield herself. she doubts her luck, and any fortuitous situations as too-good-to-be-true scenarios. Her eagerness to please others and provide comfort sometimes (oftentimes) bleeds from a lack of faith in her presence on its own. She projects the warmth unto others that she fails to provide herself. she plays the part of an oasis, yet remains convinced that the water she offers is as illusory as the freedom she claims to possess now she is an adult.
Q U I R K SXA N DXO D D I T I E S:
loves when people ask her for recommendations of movies or music, yet tends to ramble once the request has been made, leading to trepidation amongst some to do just that, rambling also extends to when she is nervous, and she is also prone to runs of expletives when she feels anxious, though she swears a lot anyway, so some people don't even notice can move her eyebrows independently from each other, and she's weirdly proud of it can't stand her hair being long enough to touch her shoulders; the second it reaches that point, she becomes hyperaware of it, and wants it cut asap
F E A R S:
above all, she fears never seeing her mother again; it is the dream she has spent her lifetime pursuing, and now that she's old enough to separate herself from her father's iron grip, she has the independence to seek the woman out, and make the dream a reality. Or, at least, that is what she hopes. However, with every day that goes by, the hope of finding her mother seems to dim ever so slightly, as the likelihood of success seems to decrease. She hasn't given up yet, but the notion of failure certainly keeps her up some nights.
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Carla's mother met her father in less than ideal circumstances; he was the son of one of the Arcane community's most prestigious families, and she was one of his family's many housemaids. The power dynamic was hardly even, and although there was mutual affection, in retrospect, it was far from love, and Gaspare, Carla's father, was well aware throughout the 'fling' that he was constantly holding all the cards. It is why he was so easily able to send Carla's mother, Adela, on her way when she told him about her pregnancy. It was a dismissal, a discarding of an object he no longer had any use for. He gave her money for an abortion, and funding to restart her life elsewhere; then he cut off all contact. Adela moved back in with her parents, and during a period of uncertainty, coupled with a degree of pressure from her christian parents, decided against having an abortion. Instead, around nine months following being discarded, she had Carla.
Carla spent the first six years of her life happy; the financial support of their grandparents helped Adela get back on her feet and find a new job as a cleaner at the local hospital, and for whatever wealth they lacked, they made up for in love. However, this reality shook when, at five years old, Carla first began to reveal their arcane. They became the sporting ace of their first grade sports team, and then hit the local news as a musical prodigy following watching a couple of professional piano videos on Youtube.
Adela had thought she had seen the last of Gaspare Luciano, but not long following Carla's burst on fame, her reentered her life. He was still married, just as he had been when they first began their affair, but he was not looking to rekindle their relationship. He wanted Carla. Adela refused, and a battle for full custody ensued that, by all logic, Adela should have won. She was a good mother, and she had managed to provide all that Carla had needed throughout her life thus far. But where Adela had compassion, Gaspare had wealth and power. The legal proceedings have since seemingly vanished from archives and records, and after being separated from her mother, Carla's memories of the woman began to fade over time, leaving behind just brief flickerings, a sense of loss, and a persistent yearning to find the woman she was stolen from.
Growing up with her father and his family, Carla found it to be complicated. Her father was cold, her step-mother was subdued, and her half-sibling... well, her half-sibling was pretty alright. As resentment and rage began to burn in Carla, Lucia helped keep it from consuming her. Despite a rocky beginning, and some lingering concerns that still have yet to be spoken, the two became close, and remain so, as Carla began to attend Arcane Academy, and properly begin searching for her mother.