Post by reba on Jun 15, 2012 14:35:02 GMT -5
meredith calanthia shain
nickname(s) Cally
date of birth: august first, nineteen ninety-four
age: sixteen
grade/major: junior
occupation: N/A
face claim: emma roberts
ethnicity: Caucasian (welsh)
birth place: huntington beach, california
hometown: huntington beach, california
other locations: N/A
languages: Cally speaks English, Spanish, French, and Italian.
eye color: Her eyes are often a hazel, but have been known to change according to weather.
hair color: Cally's hair was originally blonde until she began dyeing it in her early teens. Now she alternates between the two, depending on her mood when she goes to the salon.
height: 5 ' 4 ''
weight: One hundred and twenty-three pounds
overall looks: Of the things that are under her control, Cally strives to make them as near psychical perfection as possible. Although naturally skinny, she prides herself on the ability to take care of her body. She obsessively checks her mirror to ensure that neither her make-up nor hair are even slightly out of order. If you're lucky enough to get to touch her, you'll find both her skin and hair have been excessively conditioned/lotioned until they are like silk. One of the things she hates most about her body is an ugly scar on her hip where her compulsion disorder compelled her to attack a birthmark with a knife in hopes of ridding herself of the imperfection. Unfortunately for her, this act merely make things worse and caused her to spend the night in a hospital.
overall style: If one were to list Cally's style as "preppy" that would be an understatement. The majority of her closet consists of sweaters, dresses, and skirts. She owns one pair of jeans, which she wore once and declared she never would again, as they made her feel "like a boy". With these are either a pair of flats, or stylish, yet professional, heels. Never sneakers. Her hair goes back and forth from a carefully managed pony tail to down, although she never experiments with them, out of fear of ruining her hair's perfection. Cally color coordinates everything she wears down to the color of her nail polish as well as her undergarments. In her mind, if it isn't perfect, then it isn't worth it.
strengths: Cally takes quite a bit of pride in her own physical beauty and ability to be extraordinarily organized. Often a very intelligent person, she'll be the first to give you her honest opinion - no matter how blunt that might be. She also tends to be very forceful.
weaknesses: Cally tends to have some problems with her bitchy tendencies. She never hesitates to be blunt nor to act condescending whenever the moment presents itself. Not only that, but she obsesses over everything until she becomes overly anxious and has a break down.
likes: perfection, order, cleanliness, pink, argyle, putting others down, hairless animals, reading, studying, cleaning, needle point, the smell of fresh cut grass, classic literature, pop
dislikes: dirt, most people, dark stuff, idiots, electricity bills, low scores, disgusting boys, animals that shed, animals that drool, any type of mess, torn pages
rumors: The most current rumor about Cally is that she is sleeping with half the soccer team.
overall personality:
Bitch - Cally's personality tends to drift further toward cruelty than anything. A very blunt and tactless person, she will tell you whatever happens to pop in her head, whether it should be said or not. For those who get on her bad side, she will make their lives a living hell without a second thought. Occasionally, if she deems you unworthy of her affections, she will actually go out of her way to treat you with the same esteem she holds for dirt, which, if you know her at all, is one of the most despicable things in the world.
Obsessive Compulsive - Cally has... How shall I put it? ... Issues. Most of the large common traits of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder exist in her small body. Everything has to be perfectly clean and in order, and if not, she freaks out. When leaving a room, she has to flick the light switch three times, and then again when she enters.
Anxious - Along with Cally's obsessive compulsion comes an ever growing amount anxiety. The smallest smudge of dirt can send her into a spiral of panic. She often has full attacks, leading her into an intense need for an inhaler. The smallest things can set her off in an instant.
Predictable - As with most people with this debilitating disease, Cally has a set schedule and routine that she must go through on a daily basis. She has to plan everything weeks ahead of time and cannot bring herself to change the plans.
Confident - Despite Cally's many problems, it has not stopped her from believing that she is God's gift to the world. Cally doesn't see a thing wrong with herself. She very strongly believes that she is the only one in the world that is perfect, and that it is everyone else in the world - those who are not just like her - who are flawed.
Academic - Cally tends to also obsess over her academics. She is the type that will stay awake into the wee hours of the night just to get in enough study to ace a test.
father: Cally has always been a daddy's girl. Even at fourty-eight, Evan Shain is always there to defend his baby girl from any unwanted male figures. Being a retired NFL player and now coach, he certainly brings intimidation to any of the boys she has caught in her snare. And yet, when it comes to his baby girl, he becomes a giant teddy bear, showing her with anything and everything she could ever wish for.
mother: Before Elizabeth Conner abandoned her family, she hadn't necessarily been very close to any of her children. Cally hardly knew her mother before she left. In fact, although she knows her mother would have to be fourty-six, that's all she really knows about her. After ten years without the woman, she has grown to forget so much about her that it is as if she never had a mother to begin with.
siblings: Cally's twin brother, Nathaniel, is one of the closest people in her life. Together, they make the perfect team as they are both academic, clean, and athletic. He's one of the few people who know quite how how deep her compulsions lie and the only person who is willing to put forth the effort to try and help her. Of course, as siblings, they spend a good half of their time in a constant battle of wits.
other relatives: Not Applicable
history: Meredith Calanthia and Nathaniel Alexander Shain were born to Evan and Elizabeth Shain in the wee hours of an August morning, almost an entire month before they were meant to. The twins were teeny tiny and spent the better part of a week attached to multiple machines until they were finally able to survive without them. Something in this single week changed Elizabeth's feelings toward her infants, and she spent quite a bit of time as far away from them while they were hospitalized as she could manage. Evan, however, was the exact opposite. He never left his babies' sides, not even while he slept.
Finally the twins were strong enough to go home and it very quickly became obvious just who was the primary caregiver in the family. Elizabeth returned to the life she had before she got pregnant, drinking and partying every chance she had, while Evan took a season off from playing just to take care of his sweet babies. Of course, as Cally and Nathaniel grew, they didn't see anything strange about it. After all, they had never known anything but this situation.
They were just six when their parents divorced. Their mother fought for just about everything Evan owned and got half of everything except for the kids. Being in the public eye as much as the family was, anyone who so much as read one article about the family could very easily tell which parent took the most and best care of the twins. And so, as soon as she got her money, their mother left and never looked back.
It was then that some of Cally's issues began. Even at just six, the little girl decided that it was her fault that their mother no longer wished to be a part of their lives - that she wasn't perfect enough. Suddenly her whole life became about being perfect, just to ensure that her beloved daddy never left as well.
Time went on relatively smooth after that, with Cally's disorder increasing steadily. Relatively nothing exciting happened for the family. Evan retired, then after a year took a job coaching, and the twins advanced in their lives. It has only been within the past year that anything "exciting" took place.
Arnold White, Cally's twenty-three year old tutor took a... special... interest in her. Something about the girl's innocent face sparked a need in him, and without hesitation, he took care of that need. Not that Cally needed much encouragement. Like so many other young girls, the fact that an older boy was interested in her was more than enough to send her head over heels. Even to this day in their on going relationship, she still gushes over every little thing he says or does. The only catch is that she can never, ever tell anyone.
secret life: There aren't many things that Meredith Calanthia Shain keeps hidden, being as blunt as she is. The biggest secret she'd ever held - something she can't even tell her dearest brother - is the one that has gripped the young girl's heart in a way that even she cannot explain. For the past year, she has been in an affair with a male seven years her senior.
Arnold White fills her every waking thought and is the cause of her day-dream smiles, something that not very many males can say has happened for them. When she doesn't have one of their "tutoring" sessions, she spends most of her time fantasizing about the next time she gets to see him. And, within this secret, is another, even more deeply hidden secret. She is completely and totally in love with a man that is only toying with her.
past relationships: Cally has had a few very brief excursions with boys, most of which were merely dates for dances and, due to the lack of any physical contact (not even slow dancing together), not even worth the mention.
current relationships: To Cally's credit, despite the many rumors stating otherwise, she has only had one true partner her entire life. Arnold White, her completely secret and hidden lover, was her first in every single way.
friendships: Cally has a few "friends" but only one true friend - her brother.
enemies: If you throw a rock in a crowd, you're guaranteed to hit someone who hates Cally with a passion. In fact, if you have a crowd, then you'd be lucky to find one person that actually does like him.
welcome to a beautiful life Reba. we are glad to have you! i'd like to start of by telling you i am a dudette. i have been roleplaying for six-seven and i generally throw a 500-1500(Depends on the day and my muse) your way in a thread. i found this place Advertising thread on Departing Sanity and happy to be here! one last thing...i am from Texas so i wont always be online.. on my behalf i must tell you I'm freaking amazing ;D and i'm excited to rp here and get to know my fellow roleplayers! here is a sample of what i can do:
A transparent little girl slipped through the halls, singing a chilling verse. A smile held on her lips as she readjusted her grip on her bunny. She let him trail the ground without a care, glancing around. She figured that Papi would clean him for her, and then her bunny would be just the same as before. The problem with that, though, was that she couldn’t quite find her papi. He was very good at hide and seek. She was the master now, though. She could walk right past people without them ever even seeing her. It did turn into a hassle, however, when she tried to ask them where her papi was. Sometimes they just walked straight through her, and others they would look around, as if nearly hearing her, then continue on their way. It was strange. Seraphina just couldn’t understand why they had such a problem seeing her.
”If you go out in the woods today…” Seraphina sung happily as she glided through the asylum. Ah! That was it! Perhaps she should go on a journey through the woods. That sounded like bunches of fun. In fact, she might even be able to climb a couple of trees before Papi called her in for dinner. And, if she were really lucky, then there really would be a teddy bear picnic. ”Won’t that be exciting?” She asked her bunny happily, pulling it in for the hug. Although the bunny did not answer, Seraphina gently moved his head in the affirmative action. There. See? Her dearest bunny wanted to see the teddy bears as well, so now they had to have a picnic.
Seraphina skipped, oblivious to the fact her feet constantly remained about a foot off the ground. Unlike many ghosts, the seven year old apparition refused to acknowledge her own death. Her underdeveloped mind could not handle the thought that she would never age and never see those that she once loved again. It just wasn’t fair. She didn’t want to be dead, and they couldn’t make her feel that way. She wished to be alive with all her soul, something that showed with her dedication to finding a father who had died many years before. Her delusions were the only thing still keeping her sane at this point. There was nothing else left to keep the little girl grounded - so to speak. After all, at the time her life had been stolen, Seraphina’s life consisted only of her playtime in the asylum and her father. Without thatm there was nothing left.
Seraphina floated through the closest wall, still allowing her haunted sounds to travel through out the halls. She loved to sing. Papi used to tell her how delightful it was for her to sing for him, and she had to agree. Although, when she had told him she wished to become a singer, he very quickly disputed that thought. She hadn’t thought that was very nice of him at all, but he was her papi, and what he said was to always go. She didn’t mind obeying Papi, though. He knew what was best for her, and if she ever wanted to be a good wife, then she had to learn how to be perfectly obedient. According to Papi, that’s what men looked for in a wife, and Sera desperately wished to be married one day. Papi said that it was very bad that he and her mother had not married, a trait that Seraphina never wanted to inflict upon her own children. How was she to know that she would never be married, nor ever bear children? Well… Besides the most obvious of facts…
Seraphina floated through the walls, until she discovered the last wall she needed to pass before exiting into the woods. A smile lifted onto the little girl’s lips and she began to move forward, before pausing when she saw the memorial she had passed many times, yet never paused to observe. She slid to it slowly, her eyes taking it in slowly. There were words listed across the wall, foreign letters that Seraphina could not understand. She reached up, letting her fingers trail across the engraved words slowly, before pausing. That one there seemed familiar. She started at it for a long moment, before she finally recognized it. Although Papi had only had time to teach her the first four letters of her name, she knew them well enough. Sera pulled back with a deep frown, her song ending abruptly. Why was she on the wall? Were these other names as well? Why had someone written them in such a fashion? Seraphina frowned deeply, running her fingers over her full name, before moving to the next. What was that. G….e…o…. That was the beginning of George’s name, wasn’t it? He’d shown her once. He had been one of her best friends, a fellow patient. A little boy, at that. Seraphina used to imagine that one day they’d get married. He had been with her that… that day….
Seraphina’s entire body trembled as the memory came flooding forward. He’d stood next her and was the first. A knife straight into his neck. And then… and then her. Seraphina let out a scream of pain and anguish. No, this wasn’t right. She didn’t like this at all. Sera screamed again, gripping at her throat as blood poured out, the images of her death sending her into a tantrum. No, no, no. She didn’t want to be dead. Her screams continued as she fell to the floor, terrified and enraged. This wasn’t happy. Not happy at all.
”If you go out in the woods today…” Seraphina sung happily as she glided through the asylum. Ah! That was it! Perhaps she should go on a journey through the woods. That sounded like bunches of fun. In fact, she might even be able to climb a couple of trees before Papi called her in for dinner. And, if she were really lucky, then there really would be a teddy bear picnic. ”Won’t that be exciting?” She asked her bunny happily, pulling it in for the hug. Although the bunny did not answer, Seraphina gently moved his head in the affirmative action. There. See? Her dearest bunny wanted to see the teddy bears as well, so now they had to have a picnic.
Seraphina skipped, oblivious to the fact her feet constantly remained about a foot off the ground. Unlike many ghosts, the seven year old apparition refused to acknowledge her own death. Her underdeveloped mind could not handle the thought that she would never age and never see those that she once loved again. It just wasn’t fair. She didn’t want to be dead, and they couldn’t make her feel that way. She wished to be alive with all her soul, something that showed with her dedication to finding a father who had died many years before. Her delusions were the only thing still keeping her sane at this point. There was nothing else left to keep the little girl grounded - so to speak. After all, at the time her life had been stolen, Seraphina’s life consisted only of her playtime in the asylum and her father. Without thatm there was nothing left.
Seraphina floated through the closest wall, still allowing her haunted sounds to travel through out the halls. She loved to sing. Papi used to tell her how delightful it was for her to sing for him, and she had to agree. Although, when she had told him she wished to become a singer, he very quickly disputed that thought. She hadn’t thought that was very nice of him at all, but he was her papi, and what he said was to always go. She didn’t mind obeying Papi, though. He knew what was best for her, and if she ever wanted to be a good wife, then she had to learn how to be perfectly obedient. According to Papi, that’s what men looked for in a wife, and Sera desperately wished to be married one day. Papi said that it was very bad that he and her mother had not married, a trait that Seraphina never wanted to inflict upon her own children. How was she to know that she would never be married, nor ever bear children? Well… Besides the most obvious of facts…
Seraphina floated through the walls, until she discovered the last wall she needed to pass before exiting into the woods. A smile lifted onto the little girl’s lips and she began to move forward, before pausing when she saw the memorial she had passed many times, yet never paused to observe. She slid to it slowly, her eyes taking it in slowly. There were words listed across the wall, foreign letters that Seraphina could not understand. She reached up, letting her fingers trail across the engraved words slowly, before pausing. That one there seemed familiar. She started at it for a long moment, before she finally recognized it. Although Papi had only had time to teach her the first four letters of her name, she knew them well enough. Sera pulled back with a deep frown, her song ending abruptly. Why was she on the wall? Were these other names as well? Why had someone written them in such a fashion? Seraphina frowned deeply, running her fingers over her full name, before moving to the next. What was that. G….e…o…. That was the beginning of George’s name, wasn’t it? He’d shown her once. He had been one of her best friends, a fellow patient. A little boy, at that. Seraphina used to imagine that one day they’d get married. He had been with her that… that day….
Seraphina’s entire body trembled as the memory came flooding forward. He’d stood next her and was the first. A knife straight into his neck. And then… and then her. Seraphina let out a scream of pain and anguish. No, this wasn’t right. She didn’t like this at all. Sera screamed again, gripping at her throat as blood poured out, the images of her death sending her into a tantrum. No, no, no. She didn’t want to be dead. Her screams continued as she fell to the floor, terrified and enraged. This wasn’t happy. Not happy at all.
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