Your Name: Corinth West

Nickname?: Cor, Rinny, what other little pet name one would choose. I don’t really care either way. Names are names.

Years of Age: I am wonderfully fifteen as of last spring. Which means that I am a sophomore.

How Tall you stand: I stand at a good 5’4. My height suits me well I would guess. Wish I was a bit taller though.

How much you Weigh: I weigh 122. Cool with that. Totally cool.

You Hail From..?: The nice state of Arizona. All over Arizona really. Not much different from New Mexico though.

Sex: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

'Special' Genetics (Any oddities, powers, etc.): My left eye is a different colour from my right, the left being green and the right being blue. The green one has a tendency to roll into the back of my head, from which I can see what is going on behind me. It isn’t very comfortable though, And I can’t control it. The thing also has a perchance for bleeding as well. Which is very uncomfortable. I can see out of it just fine though.

Skills: I am an artist, I guess. I manipulate things, words, paints, lines, turn them into something that comes from inside. I like to make beautiful things out of them. I like prose as well as my paints and pencils, and feel that I am rather good at them. I am also moderately good at speaking in front of people, but not incredibly good. More apathetic than anything, I would say. Don’t really care what others think about me.


Academic Record: Average student. Mostly Bs, a handful of Cs, and a sprinkling of As.

Describe Yourself in this Portion:
Appearance wise I am a slender young woman with brown hair that is sharply layered. I don’t take pictures well. I have a slightly awkward smile, even though I have straight white teeth. My eyes are, of course, two different colors. Blue and green. There is a cool word for that but I don’t remember what it is. My eyes are rather wide, even though I wear little make-up on them my brother says they often look pleading. My eyelashes are rather long too. That bugs me because they irritate my eyes sometimes. I am tan, of course, what with all the outside-ness and sun baked warmth of my home state. I don’t have freckles. I don’t have very many moles either. One on my neck, one near my belly button (I’m an in-ie) and one on the back of my left thigh. My nose is normal, I guess. Looks like most other noses. It isn’t very prominent, but it isn’t a button nose either. Fingernails are kept at a moderate length, never bitten, and are filed regularly, but never painted. Unless it is with some beautiful artwork to take a picture of or something.

Personality wise I am a sort of loner. I have a few friends, but the ones I do have are loyal to me and me to them. I’m pretty quiet, don’t care to say much unless I have to. I try as hard as I have to, in everything but what I love. Scraping by is cool with me, if that is what it takes to fully pursue my interests the way I want to. I don’t get angry often, but when I do I always have an overwhelming need to break something. Luckily for others, I don’t get angry at them often. Most of the harsh things they might say run right off my back. Occasionally I do exact small revenges for my own pleasure, but I am mostly chill. I’d prefer to hardly work and have people irritating me a bit than Work hard and get caught exacting some complicated revenge scheme. Most of the time. Sometimes the allure is too hard to resist.

I am not easily tempted, and usually steadfast in my decisions. I’m not a very good arguer though, because I get frustrated easily when talking to other people. I just don’t get what’s inside their head. Lots of people frustrate me when I can’t get inside their heads, but I try and let that go. Because ultimately it doesn’t matter. And that is what I gotta concentrate on. What matters in life. My own well-being.

Family Life: I grew up with a twin brother. Not that we look that much alike. My mum was a bit of a nomad and we moved from place to place often. Especially because mum worried a lot about my brother, because he was a law-breaker upon himself. His being was breaking the law. And my oddity didn’t help much. I do feel a bit sorry for putting the dear woman, single from a father dead from the war, well, the effects of the war. Which is partially where my problem with my eye came from. He was severely changed by the nuclear business. Enough to kill him two months before a certain two babies were due.

But I guess Mum tried her best to raise us right, despite my brothers… defect… as some would call it. His problem. But honestly I don’t really care what he does. So long as he leaves me out of it. He is an okay guy and all, but he can irritate me. Especially when he gets all butthurt about one thing or another. But we are there for each other, through and through. Even if we don’t get along half the time.

Normal Attire: I like to wear things that are warm. Yes, I know where I am at this very second, but I still like to wear jackets and stuff over my tank tops and all that rot. I don’t wear slut clothes, but I try not to be all emo-y and that kind of stuff. So I do accentuate myself with splashes of colour. Fashion is just an offshoot of art. Another type of expression. Not one I am gifted at, but I can fare well enough. Add a bracelet here or a necklace there. No earrings though. I don’t like the thought of shooting holes in my ears. Or anywhere else, really. I also love denim, but not to an obsessive degree. I just love the feeling of a pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt. Bare feet or converses as well. Nothing super tight, I guess.

School Attire: Something reasonably nice. No t-shirts, at least. Maybe one bit of jewelry. Mum always told us two that a quarter of school was in the presentation. But nothing frilly. Frills are okay, but not my thing.

Any Other Information? Please fill out On the Lines Below: Nothing really, apart from the only reason I’m even here is because my brother is. Mum wanted me to keep an eye on him after the whole jail debacle, and I was eligible for the school with my…abnormality. Most of the reason I wasn’t gotten earlier was because Mum kept us on our toes, moving every couple months. Probably the same from my brother too. Of course, his transgressions were further than mine. There are some things that shouldn’t be done in a clothing booth. Especially when the one he was…well, associated with was actually an undercover cop looking for homosexuals.




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