Post by Calista Rosangel on May 23, 2013 20:34:02 GMT -4
CALISTA LEILA ROSANGEL
&& Character B a s i c s
• Nickname | Cali
• Age| 18
• Occupation | Shadowhunter
• Species | Nephilim
• Loyalty | Nephilim
• Canon or Original | original
&& A p p e a r a n c e
• Height | 5'5"
• Hair color & | brunette
• Eye color | blue
• Overall Appearance | Calista is undoubtedly a beautiful girl. She posses a heart shaped face, complete with dusty gray eyes framed by heavy lashes, and soft lips. Her brunette hair reaches her chest in length and normally falls loose in slightly messy waves, though she will occasionally straighten it. Her skin is pale and smooth, with the pale white scars from runes. When out of her shadow hunter gear, she can normally be seen in dark, sleek clothing, with her signature black lace up boots. She does wear make up, which mostly consists of eyeliner and the occasional touch of lip stick. Her appearance just radiates confidence and strength, her whole 'I can and will kick your butt attitude'. Despite her petite frame, she can be slightly intimidating. Beautiful to look at, dangerous to approach.
&& P e r s o n a l i t y
• Likes&|
• Dislikes&
•Flaws | horrible cook, rushes into things, untrusting, trouble handling emotions
•Any& Habits ?| Plays with her hair when thinking about something
• Goals/ dreams| Find her brother, improve as a shadow hunter, defeat a greater demon
• Overall Personality | Most of the time, Calista is what she appears to be. Cold, untrusting, with a fiery attitude. She's nephlim through and through and likes people to know that. She's the type to never go down without a fight, who will go through until the end. She's a stubborn as an ox, often refusing to change her view for anyone or anything. She's blunt, and straight to the point. She can be rather intimidating and that can be off putting. She's the type to put work first, play second and as such, she doesn't socialize very much. However, she does love her brother more than anything. Deep down, she's a little insecure and concious, she often questions herself and her abilities. She's also a loyal person, once you earn her trust, you have someone who would give their life to protect you.
&& H i s t o r y
• Birthplace | New York
• Mother | Isabella Rosangel (deceased)
• Father | Sebastian Rosangel (deceased)
• Siblings| Christopher Rosangel, brother
• Other Relations | n/a
• Overall history | Calista was born the second child to a shadowhunter family in New York. For her, life was good. That was until tragedy struck. Her parents had went after supposedly a single demon, unbeknownst to them, that 'one' demon, happened to be a Greater demon. After narrowly defeating it, the two were left with fatal injuries. In a few days, they died, leaving behind a 10 year old Calista and her 15 year old brother on their own. The two made their way through New York before reaching the institute, where they began living. At first, Calista struggled with her training. She was smaller and frailer, while her brother succeeded at everything he did. It took her twice the work for her to match her brother's seemingly effortless abilities. At first, she was also terrified of runes. She constantly lived in her brother's shadow, while she did love her elder brother more than anything, she had something to prove. She worked and worked until she was finally considered exceptional. She found out that using her love of dance, was a great tactic as it provided discipline as well as grace and natural agility, that many don't possess.
In the previous year, Christopher has decided to go off on his own and explore the world. Calista begged to go with him, but he told her that she couldn't, as she was still training and had a long way to go. Reluctantly, she watched her only family walk out the door. Ever since then, she has become rather withdrawn and she trusts very few. She receives occasional letters from her brother, but his exact location is still unknown to her.
&& O u t o f C h a r a c t e r
RP Sample
The sweet sound of ballroom music drifted out of the school's auditorium, courtesy to the school's music department. The double doors leading to the courtyard had been opened to allow in the night time air. Calista stood just outside one of them, watching in silence as students wandered in. Students traded in uniforms for suits and dresses, masks adorned their faces as they walked in on their dates arms. Tonight was Halloween and the night of the masquerade ball. It was a night everyone could pretend to be something they weren't. For Calista, that was an everyday occurrence.
She found it funny how everyone seemed to brush off what had happened not too long ago. It hadn't even been a full two weeks since what had occurred at this school. Calista's glossed lips fell into a faint grimace at the memory. Kazuma The name was disgusting to her , but, most of all, she was disgusted with herself. The memories of those days had flooded her mind. She had actually only recently been released from the school infimary, not only for her physical injuries , but the entire ordeal had left her with quite a few mental injuries as well. She had been frantic when she had finally gained consciousness. Tears constantly steamed from her eyes as she thought about what she had done. Not every student had made it out alive and she was also responsible for it. Innocent civilians had lost their lives at her hands. Now, violence had never been a problem for her , but then, she had a cause. She hurt and kidnapped others for no apparent reason, except to feed her own insanity. She had also gotten her dear Seth involved. She dragged him into the mess and after he had been made Prefect Leader, thus making him a number one enemy for the Battle Front. She hadn't even seen her brother for days, refusing to even look, let alone speak to him since it happened. Every time he entered her mind, the fading memory of her own twisted desires and her guilt crept into her and continually haunted her every waking moment. She had been offered leaves of absences, from the prefects, the battle front, and the school also offered her counseling. She had refused all of them. She needed a sense of normality again.
Calista had come here tonight for that reason. She had come to pretend. To pretend everything was fine, that she was fine, that she didn't feel like some hollow shell. To do the thing she loved most, to dance. She had been so sure of going, that she needed this and now here she stood, dateless, in a beautiful black dress, wondering if she should go in or return to the dorms for a night alone with chocolate ice cream, junk food, and movies. With a small nod, she summoned all the willpower in her body and walked through the doorway, the dress revealing her silky smooth legs with each step. She had already spent an hour with a curling iron to get that perfect wave into her hair, she might as well not let it go to waste.
She had to admit, the school had done well. They had practically transformed the school's immense auditorium into a ballroom. Tables with white cloths and matching chairs were scattered around the perimeter. Each table was decorated with beautiful floral arrangements, surrounded by flickering candles. Chandeliers hung from the ceilings and students stood about the room. They were dancing, talking by the refreshment table, and just enjoying life.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she adjusted her silver mask. What had she gotten herself into?
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She found it funny how everyone seemed to brush off what had happened not too long ago. It hadn't even been a full two weeks since what had occurred at this school. Calista's glossed lips fell into a faint grimace at the memory. Kazuma The name was disgusting to her , but, most of all, she was disgusted with herself. The memories of those days had flooded her mind. She had actually only recently been released from the school infimary, not only for her physical injuries , but the entire ordeal had left her with quite a few mental injuries as well. She had been frantic when she had finally gained consciousness. Tears constantly steamed from her eyes as she thought about what she had done. Not every student had made it out alive and she was also responsible for it. Innocent civilians had lost their lives at her hands. Now, violence had never been a problem for her , but then, she had a cause. She hurt and kidnapped others for no apparent reason, except to feed her own insanity. She had also gotten her dear Seth involved. She dragged him into the mess and after he had been made Prefect Leader, thus making him a number one enemy for the Battle Front. She hadn't even seen her brother for days, refusing to even look, let alone speak to him since it happened. Every time he entered her mind, the fading memory of her own twisted desires and her guilt crept into her and continually haunted her every waking moment. She had been offered leaves of absences, from the prefects, the battle front, and the school also offered her counseling. She had refused all of them. She needed a sense of normality again.
Calista had come here tonight for that reason. She had come to pretend. To pretend everything was fine, that she was fine, that she didn't feel like some hollow shell. To do the thing she loved most, to dance. She had been so sure of going, that she needed this and now here she stood, dateless, in a beautiful black dress, wondering if she should go in or return to the dorms for a night alone with chocolate ice cream, junk food, and movies. With a small nod, she summoned all the willpower in her body and walked through the doorway, the dress revealing her silky smooth legs with each step. She had already spent an hour with a curling iron to get that perfect wave into her hair, she might as well not let it go to waste.
She had to admit, the school had done well. They had practically transformed the school's immense auditorium into a ballroom. Tables with white cloths and matching chairs were scattered around the perimeter. Each table was decorated with beautiful floral arrangements, surrounded by flickering candles. Chandeliers hung from the ceilings and students stood about the room. They were dancing, talking by the refreshment table, and just enjoying life.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she adjusted her silver mask. What had she gotten herself into?
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