{The Wind by The Fray}
"I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim."
{Trouble by Imagine Dragons}
Back to Basics
Novocaine by Fall Out Boy
"Iâm just a problem that doesnât want to be solved
So could you please hold your applause
Take this sideshow and all its freaks
And turn it into the silver screen dream"
Emma Marion Winchester
Nicknames:
When Elsa confronted Emma and demanded her name, she simply stated, "Thalassa," deciding it would be best to keep her real name to herself. It is pronounced Thu-lassa, but a lot of the visitors call her "mermaid," "nymph," or "fish girl." She hasn't been around long enough to really get any nicknames, but most are beginning to call her T - since that's how she likes to sign her name.
Age:
Twenty
Birthday:
November 2nd
Role:
She has more-so a miscellaneous role, she runs a concession stand, helping with food such as popcorn and cotton candy, but she's a side act if need-be. She's a "mermaid," she puts on the tail and adds a scale effect along her back and shoulders, holds her breath for an insane amount of time, flashes her sharp canines every once in awhile, and sometimes sings for the crowd.
Sexuality:
Demisexual - She needs to develop a strong, emotional bond with someone before even looking at them romantically.
Five foot six inches - 5'6"
Weight:
One hundred and twenty pounds - 120 lb.
Hair Color:
Dirty Blonde
Eye Color:
Pale Blue/Gray
Scars, Markings or Tattoos:
Her skin is practically untouched by scars or birthmarks, only dotted by a few freckles here and there. T isn't one to put herself into a situation to cause harm to herself, the only time she purposefully caused pain to herself was when she got the tattoo on her right forearm (A drunken mistake on her part).
Appearance:
How Thalassa catches most people's wandering eyes is by her soft voice. On several occasions a drunken man has pointed at her and called her a "siren," which most of the ones who have done that are beyond the point of drunk. Her hair itself looks that of a siren it's usually slicked back - normally damp, as if she's recently been in water. Her wild assets provide an easy distraction for most - her hair is straight falling just below her shoulders. Behind the hair, both ears are pierced and hold two earrings each. Usually hidden her blue eyes rarely hold direct eye contact. Her eyes aren't unique, they are a bit dull really. Except in the sunlight the silvery color is more pronounced due to the dark gray surrounding it.
Thalassa is a strange girl to behold. Her lean physical shape is soft and curved, small and fragile looking - making her appear younger than she actually is, giving her a child-like look. Her face, though, is a bit more stoic as it has a bit of an odd shape. She usually has a very judgmental look on her face. Not that she's angry, she just doesn't like showing emotions. Her brows are usually furrowed and her eyes squinted slightly. Her stoic look can be transformed with a small smile as a look of curiosity which is a valid point. Her teeth which may make you a bit apprehensive. T has a perfect set of white teeth, her canines are fairly sharp due to no reason at all. Not to mention her voice is softer that her features - it's a of a whisper, almost breathy. Her skin is slightly sun kissed, with freckles dotting the bridge of her nose and her forearms. Her looks seem to radiate her personality, she looks approachable but you may want to proceed with caution. Her appearance is almost lithe, seeing her you think she could easily be over powered which is true in most cases, but she knows more than she lets on so you may be on the receiving end of the blow.
|| Insomniac || Usually barefoot, she enjoys popping her toes || Hums or sings absentmindedly || Her "personal space" is considerably larger than most || Braids her hair when she has nothing else to do || Sticks out her tongue when concentrating || If she's just sitting around she has to be moving something, whether she's tapping her foot, bouncing her leg, or drumming her fingers || Can be caught dancing, usually ballet || Bilingual || Smokes when stressed || Compulsive Liar, she doesn't even realize when she stretches the truth sometimes || Doesn't make direct eye contact || Daydreams || Rubs wrist when uncomfortable || Thick Cajan/Southern Accent ||
Skills, Talents, Abilities:
|| Own Intelligence : The lost years of learning, she has made up for in cunning abilities. She's quick witted and can get herself out of a sticky situation easily. She's is an eager learner, not voicing that aloud though. She keeps her head high with a fake image of being well-educated, as her lack of intellect is replaced by an excessive amount of street smarts and survival skills. ||
|| Keeping Calm : She's always been good about keeping herself calm in the face of danger or distress and is very used to facing impending doom and severe situations. ||
|| Smooth Talker : She can talk or sing her way out of any situation ||
|| Head Strong : Strong willed and determined. Regardless of what it is, if she puts her mind to it she can get it done. ||
Flaws, Weaknesses, Deficits:
|| Temper : the small girl has quite the short fuse and went it goes off anyone within range is in danger ||
|| Blunt : Thalassa seems to have been born without a filter. ||
|| Illiterate : She never learned to read or write ||
|| Selfish : She covets and scorns for her own needs, she's the type to point the finger at someone else ||
Secrets:
|| Her entire history ||
|| She's a kleptomaniac ||
|| She's slowly loosing her hearing ||
|| Has two arrest warrants out in the states of Louisiana and Texas ||
Likes:
|| Water - especially rivers || Animals || Consistency || Clouds || Stars || Learning to read, write, and spell - Learning new things || Being right || Arguing || The ocean || Sweets || Heights || Going barefooted || Challenges || Relaxation || Jokes || Warm blankets || Piano || Alcohol and Cigarettes || Singing|| Money || Antiques ||
Dislikes:
|| Loud noises || Darkness || Sour smells || Interruptions || Anxiety || Repetition || Irony || Lectures || Loosing || The feeling of being trapped || Fire || Storms || Insects || Clowns || Messes || Pain || Being touched || Being Controlled || Police || Curious People || Jealousy ||
|Quiet, Observant, Skeptical, Determined, Cunning|
The one who is usually seen quietly observing in the corner, Thalassa's outer appearance shouts naive, leaving her to be a hard one to decipher. Maybe it's the fact she may appear to you as completely approachable and friendly, but usually radiates the need to be left alone. Itâs still questionable as to whether sheâs unsure of herself and where she in fact lies in all of this, if itâs her more definitive personality, or, what sheâd like herself to be. Thalassa doesnât keep to one standardized image and tends to vary. Usually leaning towards the quiet observer.
The girl is stubborn and biased. Not one to surrender herself in an argument and wonât bend to anyoneâs will. She thinks that her opinions are always correct simply because sheâs had to rely on only herself for so long. It doesn't mean she's close-minded, but she's not exactly open-minded either. She won't immediately cast aside an offering of ideas or leads but sheâs one to always want and have the final say in expressing and acting upon them. This mule headed tactic is often involved in her social connections and family relations as well. She likes to keep people an arm lengths away.
The small girl has a knack for making a crude comment or sardonic joke in the midst of a tense or emotionally stressful situation. While some might contribute this to immaturity in many ways itâs a coping mechanism. The mermaid doesnât have time or the heart to take every heavy psychological blow thatâs thrown at her and instead of allowing it sheâll turn it into a joke to make it easier for herself to deal with. She's quick to smile and laugh at seemingly serious matters.
Thalassa hasn't given anyone any information about her past, the only thing known is that she's the newest addition to FrĂ€uleinâs troupe. Before the freak show found its way to Jupiter it had set up in a different town a few states from Florida. The same town Emma had just stumbled upon in her "travels." Upon hearing of the new attraction in town, Emma's curiosity got the best of her. It was a Thursday before the carnival was set to open that Emma planned her little investigation. She easily found a gap in a fence and squeezed through, once inside she used anything as a means of cover as she cased the place. There were a few items that caught her attention, her hands twitched in anticipation, but before she could steal them a woman adorned in fur began to yell at her in a thick German accent, her golden locks bouncing as she headed in Emma's direction. Emma took off towards the gap in which she had entered, not looking back - hoping the German wasn't following still.
The next day, the carnival had opened to the town, Emma sat perched on a bench near the entrance as she watched people filter in and out. Children dragging their parents by the hands, teenage couples tangled together, and a few loners who looked rather bored. Her arms were crossed tightly, a grimace on her face as she waited for an opportunity to present itself. Not fifteen minutes earlier the blonde had discovered the gap in the fence had been covered. Emma sat fuming, but not for long, there was a large group of teenagers making there way to the entrance. She easily slipped in behind the group, easily acting as if she belong to such adolescence. The wallet of one boy caught her gray eyes as they made it to the entrance, she easily slipped it out of the tall, black-headed highschooler's pocket and changed her hiding spot to one behind an old man. She glanced up at the Ferris wheel to her left as she heard someone say, "Shit, I can't find my wallet!" A grin slid across Emma's features as she slipped two twenties out of the wallet and then let it fall to the ground as she stuffed the two bills into her back pocket.
The sun was beginning to sink low as Emma was about to call it a day. It had been a full one. She was leaned up against a horse on the merry-go-round, enjoying taking in all the sights as she went round and round. That is until the same familiar golden locks caught her attention, she stood up straighter as it seemed the woman's eyes were set on her. With an unsteady breath and a quick swallow, Emma prepared to make another run for it as she hopped off the merry-go-round once on the oppose side of where the German stood. She maneuvered her way through the crowd quickly, heading toward the exit. It was in sight when she felt a cold hand wrap around her wrist.
Emma was commanded to take a seat, but not before she was demanded to give her name, as the blonde haired Cruella de Vil lead her to a tent on the edge of the carnival. "My dear, you've seem to have made quite the impression." The fur coat she was wearing drug the ground just barely as she took a seat herself, crossing her legs and looking at Emma, waiting for a response. But none came. "Do you not have a tongue, child?" The German soaked words were threw at Emma, making her flinch. "I have nothing to say."
"How about we just get straight to the point, nein?" The woman leaned forward, hoping for something from Emma but getting nothing. "I have a written down everything you have stolen tonight, you've been quite the busy girl..for someone with such stealth you should learn to keep a little quieter, I could easily follow your singing as you pranced around my carnival." A small glimmer of fear in Emma caused a wide-tooth smile to appear on the German's lips as she continued. "I could easily turn you into the police, I'm sure they've been looking for you, Thalassa." "How do you know?" Emma's voice was higher pitched now, as she gripped the side of her chair, her eyes piercing as they finally made contact with Cruella's. "Ah, I didn't, but now I do." Emma went to speak, but she was silenced with a simple wave of the German's hand. "Tut-tut. I have an offer for you. Join my Cabinet of Curiosities or I'll turn you into the police."
That's how Thalassa was swindled and tricked for the first time. A small "contract" of sorts was written up between her and Elsa. Thalassa was to work any booth that needed extra hands, or to take over at the Ferris wheel or merry-go-round when need-be, and she was to continue her habit of stealing but Elsa was to get half. As Thalassa stood to leave the tent, Elsa stopped her once again, grabbing her chin, "Let me see your teeth." Thalassa did as she was told, exposing her sharp canines which led to more questioning and an addition to the contract. Thalassa was to be a side-act when necessary, the singing siren.
"Welcome to the family, Thalassa. You're going to enjoy it, you remind me a lot of..me." Elsa's words left a bad taste in T's mouth as she left her tent. She was to meet the rest of the cabinet that night at dinner. She was nervous, Elsa spoke of how they didn't take kindly to people who looked rather "normal."
Thalassa kept to herself mostly in the beginning, she was finally getting the hang of things when it was announced the carnival would be moving to Jupiter, Florida.
Face Claim: Gemma Ward
Dialogue Color: #18b893