Appearance~ Calantha's hair color is a light sky blue. Her hair is perfectly straight and goes below her waist. She most commonly puts up her hair into two pigtails. Sometimes when she is bored she tries to curl her hair, but it only lasts a couple hours. She is relatively pale being she is not an outdoors person. Her eye color is ice blue. Her figure is not really something to be proud of. It is just a lanky sort of girl no chest whatsoever and more like a flat board. A distinct things she always wears is a pair of red reading glasses. She uses them becasue she is farsighted and nearsighted. She wears a variety of outfits that include sweaters, frilly shirts, and miniskirts, or better yet all the girly girl things to wear.
Personality~ To describe her personality in three words it would be nerd, loner, dreamer.
Being maybe one of the biggest nerds ever she gets into all kinds of things. She is a really attentive person when it comes to learning something new and will always be open minded. She doesn't have a photographic memory but will usually study a lot. She likes to take apart things and see how they work, however normally she can't put them back together. She is very academic and curious.
She doesn't have that many friends, not that she needs them becasue she prefers a tight knit group of friends. She can often be seen sitting alone listening to music, reading, or writing. She actually prefers to be alone in complete silence or with some light background music. She is quiet and prefers to express herself in writing instead of speaking. She is shy and doesn't trust many people.
She loves to think about her future. One of her goals it become a professional writer. She likes to plan things accordingly and hates when things don't go according to schedule. From the smallest details she likes to be very accurate in her life, some could say it's OCD. She spaces out sometimes while other times goes into an organizing frenzy mode.
Fears:
X Achluophobia
X Siderodromophobia
X Xanthophobia
Likes:
☺ Crepes
☺ A corner in her room where she keeps her music and stuff
☺ Someone who is caring
Dislikes:
☹ Peppers (any type)
☹ The Attic
☹ Someone who is abusive
Bio~
Early Life:
When Calantha was a child she didn't really hang out with a lot of people. She most of the time kept to herself reading picture books. During recess she would sit against the building, not participating in any sort of sport. She is nonathletic and refused to play any kind of sport. She did learn how to play the flute though. In middle school was when she started to make friends. Only a few though. She slowly started to come out of her shell, but still being very shy.
Recent Past:
Calantha was determined to get a job by the time she was in high school. Looking for one she liked, but no one would hire her, becasue she was so shy and it wouldn't be good for business. Eventually she decided to start writing an online book which was a success and she then started to post stories in magazines and such.
Posting Example~ (an example from a roleplay that I do unrelated to this. Depending on the circumstances is how much I will write.)
Hoshimi watches as the sky darkens noticing the slight chill in the air. She pulls out the invitation from her pocket, the pristine white paper that appears to be glowing in the dark. Reading it she tried to gather her thoughts. Should she go or not. She wasn't the best with crowds, but this was also something important to her. She reread the last line: You may bring one guest along with you This part troubled her. Who would she bring? A couple names flicked through her mind. She wasn't in any relationships with any of them. At most it could be called a well developed friendship. She sighed a bit as she tapped her head. She would need to think of something soon, becasue the RSVP deadline was tomorrow. But the question still remained. Who on earth would she bring...
Eventually she decided she better just ask him, the man who raised her after her family was killed. She admitted she had some feelings for him, but he already had a family, and she was happy for him. It was just... her life was so much different it was hard to compare. In her mind the words kept repeating in her head He'll say no. He'll deny wanting to go. This is stupid. I shouldn't ask him... Of course as her mind was saying this her body just kept on moving closer to his room. She gazed at her placement. She was inside the mansion again, on the staircase. She heard a squeaking noise. That must be the twelfth step, it always squeaks. And suddenly she was in front of his door. The mahogany door with nothing on it, but a sense of power that comes from under it filling the room behind. With a deep breath and the decision not to back down, she knocked on it, her fist leaving a loud sharp sound that broke the silence in the hallway.
Other~
Relationships: TBE
Strengths:
- Playing the Flute
- Writing
- Sports
- Cooking
Theme Song~ From Where You Are - Lifehouse