Post by caldeonia on Dec 25, 2009 0:50:40 GMT -5
the one i wish i knew!
[/size][/center]your name; Ash
your age; 17
your activity levels; Pretty darn active if I do say so myself
your rp level; Pretty experienced since I've been doing this for almost 4 years now
the one i know!
[/center]characters name; Caledonia Raye Moon
nicknames; Cal or Callie
characters age; 17
grade; What school?
species; Nephilim
celeb/face claim; Audrey Kitching
picture;
appearance; A girl with the appearance of a teenage punk girl. Something her fellow Nephilim don't appreciate but she could really care less. Pink hair that can be found with black, blue or a bright red, worn in a long curled or strait style. She has one golden hoop on her nose that gives her an endearing look. Clothes range from the punk look if not a bit eccentric. Leggings under tutu's, neon socks with neon shirts. Band t-shirts are a personal favorite of hers as well as her twins. Shoes range from converses to vans to flats whether their drawn on or scuffed she doesn't care. Bracelets always adorn her slender wrists twinkling as she moves them, rings on every finger, and heavy make-up that strangely, does not make her look whorish, instead only accenting her beautiful features. Being 5'6, in her opinion she is the perfect height. Just tall enough to not be considered short, and yet just the right height to be able to wear heels and not tower over the average male.
personality; Well that would severely depend on who you are. Now, if your her sister then she's nicer than the norm. Not going so far as to being kind, but keeping her mean, brutally honest, sarcastic comments to a minimum. Her thought is, she's better than downworlders, who she hates, and mundies who she can not stand. Her twin is the only person she can truly tolerate, and yet even then their constant bickering can bring even the strongest man to his knees. She's the princess to your prince, the Juliet to your Romeo, the Peanut to your Jelly, and 'Bi' to your 'itch' and she knows it.
Now, if your someone she doesn't know, has never seen before in her life, well then she's not overly nice. Honest to the point of a fault, harsh to the point of tears, if you can't handle her then she doesn't waste her time. Weakness to her is a quality in someone that should be beaten out and not tolerated. One of the best fighters you've ever seen she prides herself in being the best of the best. If not a bit snobby and self righteous she does and says what she wants, feeling are never taken into consideration. Her favorite motto 'If you can't handle the heat, stay out of the kitchen', cheesy yes, but strangely accurate.
history; Growing up in the Glass City, a part of devious one minded family, you would think she'd have become just like her power hungry mother and father. Did she? Well, ok just a little. She's not as bad. Her family was part of the uprising that had banned many of the families to the Mundie world, and her family, just happened to be one of them. But they were sent to an Institute in New Orleans where she grew up with a nanny and her twin. Becoming a rather rebellious young woman, no one could handle her eccentric personality but her sister. Her parents had no idea what to do with this out of control independent young woman who seemed to make up her own rules as she went. Someone who didn't feel intimidated by them, they who frightened many of the higher power Nephilim family. And yet she showed no love to anyone but her twin sister. The one person she actually confided in. More times than they could count, they found the girls giggling in their younger days.
Growing older, more into her feminine side, carving her own path into the Nephilim world, growing into herself she became a force to be reckoned with. Many of the younger Nephilims don't like her for her brutal honesty and harsh words she shows to everyone. Even those she calls friends. It's something she can't help. She has a voice, and she uses it. In fact, she is a good friend of Isabelle Lightwood, both girls having that similar personality, if Callie isn't more vocal. It was only a few weeks ago that Callie and Indigo were sent to the Institute that Isabelle and her family ran because they got in to much trouble in New Orleans, and hoping that the Lightwoods would help straiten these girls out. Whether it will work or not it totally up in the air.
sexual preference; Strait
family;
Indigo Moon - Sister
Carmen Moon - Mother
Jeffery Moon - Father
pets; A black wolf she named Zeus that is almost constantly seen with her.
those random skills!
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Caledonia walked into the institute she and her family owned, decorated in lavish furniture with the latest designer names stamped on everything they owned. Did she pay any attention to these things? Of course not, her mind was wandering else where, to be precise to a cold hearted with who was currently sitting in the study room, probably with her legs propped up on their expensive desk, a book in her hands as she slowly flipped through the pages. A letter was crumbled in her fist, pink nails gouging wounds in her palm, leather black heels clicked rhythmically on the floor as she turned a corner, and their was the door. Bursting it open with a push of her hand, she threw the doors open, them slamming into the wall and bouncing back, but she came in just in time to miss them.
The commotion didn't seem to disturb the beautiful blonde that did indeed sit behind the large mahogany desk, feet propped on the wood, a glass of brandy at her side as she had a rather large book in her lap. Callie, no scared of the rather intimidating woman, marched up, taking the book from her hand and throwing it on the floor, showing the features of her mother. Sharp blue eyes went to her daughters face, a pert nose was stuck in the air, as full lips turned down in a frown.
"I was reading that." voice cool and smooth, and as calm as you please. Which only infuriated her even more.
"What the hell is this!" Throwing the crumbled piece of paper at her, bouncing off her chest and landing on the desk. Carmen slowly let her feet fall without a sound to the plush carpet, as she gently picked up the paper. Her own handwriting was recognizable, as she gave Callie a pointed stare.
"Well I think it quite obvious Caledonia. So why don't you tell me whats got you so upset so we can resolve this."
Face, flushed red with anger, she wanted scream in frustration. "That little letter you wrote me, is informing me that my sister and I will be moving to the Institute in New York! Is this true!"
A smile finally formed on the womans cold face, as she leaned back in her chair, hands coming up in front of her lacing. "Why yes it is. I've decided you can finish out your training their, besides, you'll get a change of scenery."
"You cold heartless bitch! How dare you make a decision without my consent! I will make you pay for this!"
The smile was gone in the next heartbeat, as Carmen slowly stood and leaned against the desk, having her face inches from her daughter. "You'll remember who your talking to young lady. I'm still your mother."
A snort escaped as she spat in her mothers face. "A dog can give birth, but that doesn't make her their mother. You'll regret this." And with that she stalked from the study, leaving her mother their with a bad feeling, and wiping spit from her face.
were you recruited by anyone? if so, who/how'd you find us?;; Found it on an advertisement site
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