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Character sheet Name: Clairabella
| Subject: Clairabella Roselynn Hikaru. Sun May 30, 2010 9:54 pm | |
| ~Basic~~Tell us who you are.Given Name: Clairabella Middle Name: Roselynn Surname: Hikaru Gender: Female Age: 17 Blood Type: AB Origin: Japan .:Appearance:.~Show us how you Look.Hair: Clairabella has long, soft and healthy light blonde hair that stops five inches just before her waist. It is pin straight, her bangs falling in piecy-layers on the right side of her face (as in image above). Eyes: Clairabella's eyes aren't just one color, but many. They explode with an attractive brightness, variations of blues engulfing them; ranging from light blues to even dark blues. They look like the small pools of an ocean; clear and blue. Skin: Clairabella has a beautiful color to her that is naturally a creamy tan. It's not too dark, nor too light, but just in the middle, creating a beautiful shade of cream. Height: 151 cm Weight: 35 kg. Clothing: Clairabella's attire has a crucifix theme to it, yet girly. She's always wearing thigh-high socks, either being the plain color black, or striped black and white. If not, then laced/fish net thigh-high socks. She's always wear knee high-boots, ranging from many colors such as yellow, white, red, and many others. Clairabella likes to wear corset dresses and plaid skirts. What she wears in the picture above is sort of something you wouldn't quite call all modest. Clairabella is shown wearing a tight and short petal pink corset dress. Obviously not shown, but with that outfit she is wearing thigh-high lace socks that cover her legs and some of her thighs, and many rings earrings. She wears crimson red knee-high boots with that dress, her heels black and at least an inch tall. Other: Clairabella's appearance is rather breath-taking; screaming the words flawless. Her bone structure is aligned perfectly down to every detail. She wears a petal pink lipstick, contrasting with her natural tan skin color, making her look like a glass doll. She is always seen wearing a necklace that has an opal on it, a necklace her mother passed down to her when she turned ten; it meaning so much to her. With her ethereal self, it was almost as though she could be a puppet with how flawless she looks, everything about her screaming the words embodied perfection. -Life-~Tell us about yourself.Plans/Goals: Clairabella plans to move to a different agency and become a model for the company Temptation. Occupation: Death Note Owner of Jealous's Death Note/Model for the women's fashion magazine, LuckyAce. Personality: Clairabella displays a girl who is friendly, brave, sensitive, considerate, very sapient for her age, yet very quiet and shy at times. She is very prim and proper, always having to show much manners as a child has now effected her much so. The young girl mostly radiates with calmness and a mellow vibe, but she does have her moments when she can be very depressing and stressed from her mother's death. Though Tifa wears jewelry with a crucifix theme, she is innocently sweet and not all evil. She rarely--if ever--allows her personal feelings about anyone to interfere with anything, keeping everything bottled up inside and acting as if she were okay; just to allow the public eye believe she was okay. Sympathy is the last thing she'd want from anyone. While modeling, she has to act all happy and upbeat, therefore making her stressed and tired all the time because she has to put in so much energy to do so. The young model is known for a lot of things, one of them is for having gracious advise and being superbly beautiful. She may look young on the outside, but on the inside she's as sagacious as a 90-year old sage. Nothing and no one can stand in the way of letting her speak her mind, she having a strong belief that there are no bolts and locks on the door of a being's mind to keep them from speaking what they feel. Many don't believe that she can be mean, thinking she's the perfect role-model with the wonderful upbeat attitude and dazzling looks, but not always. If you piss her off, she'll be glad to give you hell. Altogether, she is a quiet girl with many emotions locked up inside, afraid to free them. Since she was home-schooled and never around kids, just her mother, she is very shy; even in front of the camera during modeling shoots. History: Growing up was very miserable for Clairabella. Her father and her mother were always arguing over little things so badly to where it got to the point of him walking out of her life when she was only five. Since her mother was a stay-at-home mom, and her father was the one who had a job that kept a roof over their heads and dinner on the table, that all soon ran away with him. Her mother struggled everyday with trying to find work, and when she did find a job, it didn't even last for two months. There were times where all they had to sleep was in her mother's car, and having to eat small portions of food that they barely could afford. Clairabella's mother was a very intelligent woman, was always the top student of her class in all grades. But since she had to drop out her senior year, due to being pregnant with Clairabella, she couldn't graduate. Therefore not graduating and getting a scholarship. This made it even more challenging for jobs, because she never had a college diploma with her, in result making her chances of getting a good-paying job very slim. With school being too expensive and them not even having enough to eat, Clairabella's mother managed to home-school her, teaching her everything she ever knew and learned as a child from her years of school. Her mother tried very hard, giving Clairabella her all. She treated her with much affection, and loved her so much. Her mother just wanted the best for her, and sometimes it led to breaking down convulsively because she never knew if she did good enough. But, as Clairabella grew, she shocked her mother by how well-mannered and intelligent she was. She had such a warm heart, always speaking with such a gentle tone toward others and her mother. Clairabella grew up to be a very sapient girl; she may look young on the outside, but on the inside she's as sagacious as a 90-year old sage. Growing up was hard, so she had wise advice about life, and used it to help pull her through each day. Her mother was so proud, feeling relieved that Clairabella had turned out to be a very prim and proper young lady like she wanted. At age sixteen, Clairabella had taken her GED test at a nearby high school, getting an early high school diploma and graduating at sixteen. Not long after receiving her diploma, Clairabella had never had the taste for college before; instead, she had joined a modeling agency, now quite famous for it and getting payed a lot and what not. With the money she earned, she gave it to her mother, who was suffering from a deadly cancer. Paying for her medical bills, Clairabella was always having a fear that each day would be her mother's last, the last time she could hold her hand and talk to her. And soon enough, the fear crept from underneath her and took its chance, taking her mother's life. Devastated and torn from it, Clairabella had no clue on what to do. Her father was long gone, and so was her mother, now. What should she do with herself? What could she do with herself? Alone and suffocating in agony and loss, Clairabella remained the same girl she always has been, but rarely talked. There had been a time, when she was about to commit suicide. She was so close to slipping into hell's grasp, but something had caught her eye; a black notebook. Backing away from the edge of the building, she walked over to the notebook and grabbed it, curious. Weeks passed, and she would sit there and stare at it. As she read through it, she had seen a lot of names scribbled in it, knowing a few of the people. Not knowing what to do with it, she was about to throw it away when a small voice crept up from behind her. And that's when she met her Shinigami, Jealous. [Roleplay Sample]~Show us what you got. (It's pretty shitty... XD) - Spoiler:
Love. Is it so easy to loose? If so...why is it so hard to find? The missing pieces can never be patched up; the scars are permanent and fresh, haunting and soaring. Once whole, but now empty and weak. Begging nice from its knees, its pitiful pleas are drowned out by the cold whispers of defeat, mocking and proud. Combusting into guilt and regret, it now gives up and cries itself to sleep. It lies alone sweating all its blood, famished to be found... *** Eyes wide with pain, terrified of the nightmare before her. The heart pounded so quickly, a heart attack sleeping within her chest; waiting until the timing's best to cut off her short breaths and end her pitiful life. "Damn it answer me!" a vague and agonizing voice yelled, bloodcurdling screams trailing behind it. Why were they yelling so loud if no one was listening? Such pity. He could scream out loud, but his pain fell under deaf ears. The beautiful color of crimson was everywhere, an aroma of rust perfumed the air. Ah, the sweet scent of hell's calling. The girl's fragile body laid in a massive pool of blood, her dress soaked and dripping as she was gently picked up a little. Shaken gently, she still didn't budge, but her eyes saw everything. Her weak ears heard everything. The boy who held her was crying hysterically crying. Why? Blood ran down from her mouth, her lips parted slightly as blood flowed over them thickly and slowly. Why was this boy calling for her? Can't he see? She's dying! The most puzzling question of all was... Why was he crying if her purpose to him was just being used to get to another and gain power? He faked his love towards her to trick her, and with the trifling imbecile she was she rashly fell for it. Being head over heels for him, she did anything for him, just to feel loved for just this one time. The hole in her torso couldn't be healed, but she believed that she had deserved it. God's punishment towards her for being just another soulless shadow that occupied space amongst this cruel world. What was this...? Were... Angels and demons fighting for her worthless soul? To stay or to parish and puke in misery? Ah, yes--miserable at best is what seemed correct for her. "Clairabella! Don't go!" Ugh. Just shut the hell up already, bastard! To every lie, there is a truth. For his lie of his "irrevocably and uncontrollably" love for her, the truth behind it all was her suffering. And, she stood corrected. His screams were cut off by a menacing laughter, a large low grin spreading across his face getting wider and wider each second. The satisfaction in his eyes was unpleasant to see. The blood lust within his eyes was noticeable, and his head jerked back, his mouth falling open and a loud laugh boomed out. It was a victorious laughter, after all. The boy grinned sadistically as he watched with satisfaction. Her precious heart-trenching screams sounded like beautiful music to his ears. So many years he's waited to hear them. She deserved it, after all... A bloodcurdling scream escaped her lips, Clairabella abruptly sitting up in bed, a few beads of sweat flying off of her face. A sheen of sweat glazed her forehead, her hair damp and messy from thrashing around. She was panting short, quick breaths, gasping for reality. It was just a nightmare. Just a... Tears were streaming down her hot cheeks, Clairabella holding her shaking hands up to look at them. No blood. That's when the grasp of something so cold frightened her, and she cringed away from it. When she looked through her hair, she saw Denzel, a boy she was baby-sitting for the weekend while his parents were gone, with his little hands outstretched towards her, his irises as small as a penny; lodged with fear. The black circles under his eyes were deeper than ever, and he looked as white as paper in the moon's pale light. Biting her bottom lip, she cried even harder; Denzel didn't need to hear that, nor see the mess she gradually was becoming. Her pants simmered down, and her chest rose and fell at a normal pace. "De-Denzel..." she whispered, her voice stricken with fear also. He didn't move, instead he just stared at the girl before him, his mouth partly open from being confounded. Clairabella swallowed the thick saliva in her mouth. "...Den-," she said more clearly and loudly, but she was cut off. "What's wrong... with you?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper. Denzel slowly climbed onto the bed, curling up in her lap and placing his ear against her chest. Her heart thumped so loudly within her hollow chest. Her fingers tangled into his white hair as she played with it, not knowing what to do with herself. "I... I don't know..." her frail whisper sounded paper thin, as if her voice was going to disappear. Sitting in her lap, he could feel the convulsive shakes that her body made, goose flesh taking over her skin. She shuddered uncontrollably, scaring him by how frightened she was. It was just a stupid dream! "Just go back to bed, Denzel... I'll see you in the morning.." she murmured mechanically, no tone or emotion lingering to her thin voice. Not arguing, he crawled out of her lap without a word and slid off the bed, his small feet padding down the hallway and slowly disappearing, soon followed after the click of a door shutting. The noise around her was shut out by the light tapping the beads of rain made when they crashed onto the roofs of houses and buildings, panging against the glass window. Her weak fingers clutched the blanket that cocooned her and threw it off, stepping lightly out of bed. She yanked off her pajamas and put on a deep red skirt, ignoring the color as it reminded her of... One foot after another, she rolled thigh-high black socks that stopped an inch and a half away from her skirt, putting on her boots afterward. Grabbing a long sleeved white shirt, she threw it on and zipped it up to her collar bones, therefore the collar sticking slightly outward due to not being zipped up all the way. With that, she swung open her window and jumped out, the rain splashing onto its new target as they came out into the open. Clairabella walked slowly through the soaked streets of Japan, taking her time as she soaked in the beauty of the cool rain. Each droplet looked like a small diamond as it was summoned from its cloud, causing ripples in any glassy puddle it dipped into. Her boots kicked up water around her ankles as she took each step, the street ahead looking like an mirror as a thin layer of water swarmed the street, reflecting its surroundings. What was the meaning to the dream she had...? She had seen it before, but only sudden images of it that randomly popped into her head. Was that a heads up, to show her what was coming? She finally reached the KSUI headquarters, the second tallest building in Japan, and looked up; the rain soaking her hair and clothes... *** Her boots clacked on the wet roof, coming closer to the edge. The tortured soul walked to the very edge of the building, her hands clasped together behind her back. Her petal-pink lips parted, and she began to sing a song, her voice beautiful within the desperate rain. "Careful what you do, 'cause God is watching your every move. Hold my hand in the dark street, for If you do I know that I'll be safe. Even if I'm far away and alone, I can be sure that you'll find me there; this I know. You draw me close for a while, so quiet. You tell me everything, If I forget what you say then you come to me, and tell me, again, yes you'd tell me, once again. But what happens when, I know it all; what should I do after that? ...What then?"The eerie song filled the air as her emotionless voice sang it, her eyes half way closed and lingering for something. "All i had is gone with your step, mother... By blood and by mean... I fall when you leave..." the imperfect voice sifted through the unchanging winds of the ghostly night, the street beneath her feet desolate. Clairabella looked down, smidgenly leaning forward. Shall she do it, now?! Home was calling for her! She could hear it calling out to her! "All I had is gone with your step... By blood and by mean... I fall when you leave..." she said softly, her tears washing away in the rain. Picking up her foot slowly, she held it out over the edge, shaking. Just lean forward, and you shall see. The pain will all wash away, then you can finally come home to me, a voice hissed within her ears, chanting for her to just fall. She froze when she heard it, the voice very close and direful. The hairs on the back of her neck rose, and her eyes widened with abhorrence. Closing her eyes, she nodded once and sluggishly leaned forward, feeling the air press against her and the ground disappear beneath her feet...
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