Post by Ammy on Mar 31, 2010 10:00:36 GMT -5
Full Name: Claire Millicent Evans
Age: 17
Race: Human
Powers (if Fallen angel or other):
Appearance: Claire stands at roughly 5'6", being of relatively normal height for a girl her age. Her skin is of a pale complexion, prone to burning easily. Her eyes are a light, translucent chestnut brown, and her nose is slightly upturned, giving many reason to tease her for being akin to a pig. Originally born with a pigmentation disorder not unlike albinism, Claire was born with white hair. To combat it, her parents gave her an offer as to what color she would like her hair to be at the age of five. Of course, like most five-year-old girls, Claire exclaimed "pink!" ...and to this day, she regularly keeps that as her hair color. She has often been teased by her younger sister for her lean upper body ("Twiggy!"), and is extremely self-conscious about her chest (or lack thereof.) However, her thighs seem to be from another body, as they are full-bodied and 'curvy,' giving Claire a slightly pearish shape that she is not too proud of, mind you. Her hands are large, but not at all bulky. Rather, her palm is slender and her fingers are willowy and graceful. Despite this, she's not one to be known for her nimble fingers...
Personality: Claire is a bit of an enigma, having somewhat of a dual personality. She is at once extravagant in her ideas, and yet cautious; charismatic, and yet self-conscious. While her attention span may not be anything to boast about, she has the most uncanny way of noticing the smallest behavioral patterns of other people, be it how someone's eyes dart across the room as they lie, or how another person smiles with their lips rather than their eyes when they are upset about something. She is a sensitive individual, easily picking up on the emotions of others (and also being affected by them). However, she has never been well-known for her manners, as she is still a bit of a child at heart; innocent, playful, and idealistic.
Claire isn't all sunny smiles and warmth, however. With the innocence of childhood comes the selfishness as well; Claire's sensitivity lends itself to her being prone to nervous breakdowns, and she's known to be more than a little self-indulgent. Even the slightest imbalance in her surrounding atmosphere can send her into a bit of a tizzy, whether or not she knows it or not (this being the reason for her oh-so-frequent cases of nausea and headaches.) Because of this near-disability, Claire has never been one for most sports, and has never had the stamina for dance. She looks for creative outlets in many places, but doesn't really find them anywhere; her art looks like that of a four-year-old's, her writing is rather inconsistent, and her singing ability went and killed itself a long, long time ago. However, she finds something of a niche within the art of photography. It's a release for her, something that puts her at ease when everything else is falling apart...even if the flower garden is wilting, she has the picture of a perfect rose petal.
Job: High School Student
RP Samplehap·py [hap-ee] Show IPA
–adjective,-pi·er, -pi·est.
1. Delighted, pleased, or glad, as over a particular thing: to be happy to see a person.
2. Characterized by or indicative of pleasure, contentment, or joy: a happy mood; a happy frame of mind.
3. Favored by fortune; fortunate or lucky: a happy, fruitful land.
Claire stared at her newest photograph. The little girl she had just seen at the playground, the one with the brown pigtails, was skipping in it, clutching her purple balloon in her right hand, her left hand outstretched to try fruitlessly to tag her friend. Her face was carefree and elated, her joviality being effervescent. Claire loved the colors in the photo, the pale blue of the balloon girl's dress, the shine on her black flats, the pastel pink of her lips, the reds of excitement that blotched across the little girl's face as she screamed in her ecstatic state. How long had it been that she had simply been staring at the photo? She had lost track, she was so incredibly satisfied with the result of her day. She sighed contentedly, something that she hadn't been able to do much of as of late, what with her college tours and SAT preps. Everything around her was so unstable, so contingent on the opinion of others and where they thought she should be.
...but this. This photograph was different.
In this photograph, there wasn't anything but joy; glee; love. It was the chase, the pursuit of one's goal, one's dream...yet it wasn't grueling. It wasn't heartbreaking. It didn't look hard. Rather, the chase in the photo seemed lovable, playful, things that seemed to be disappearing from Claire's world with each passing day, as she was forced to grow into the adult that she soon would be. But she didn't have to think about that now. She didn't have to think about which college she wanted to go to now. She didn't have to think about what she wanted to do with her life. All that the girl has to think about now was the child in this picture, and what frame color would look best around it.
Face Claim:
If it's quite alright, I'll post her picture up soon...she's an OC. I intend to keep her that way, in both personality and appearance