Username : Rapscallion
Theme SongName: Celine || Gender: Female
Personality
Shut-in => 'shy, quiet' ... Constantly overjoyed, cheery, "fake" ... Bright, simple "herself"
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Story: A shut-in who learns to enjoy being herself.
The day was young. Dew glistened off a ladybug's back, the sun's distant gleam reflecting off its crimson colored shell. A slight morning breeze shook the leaf our friend resided, and off the insect went, liquid and all, before it spread its wings and hastily flew off to another frond to rest upon.
Celine hadn't noticed. Despite her enthusiasm for nature's many creatures, she always felt too downcast in the early hours of the day to notice the little things. Not even the gentle caress of the sun's warm rays against her face could reconcile her, for that further provoked feelings of sorrow. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and reluctantly stepped into the small vehicle.
"Morning, Celine. Ready for school?"
Corvin gave off his signature smile, a radiant grin that beamed with the playful kindness so familiar to him. Despite his monotonous coloration, he was gifted with a bright personality that contrasted with dull his complexion, which sometimes put off those who heavily judged by the cover, and not the character. This geniality broke Celine's somber spell for only a moment, as she replied with just as much playfulness, "Of course not."
School was never quite fun for Celine these days. Those childhood days of joy and fun were over, and replacing them was anxiousness and exhaustion. Celine dreaded leaving the warmth of her bed, of walking out the door and especially the journey to that grim place. She'd imagine she were away- away from her current reality.
Was school truly unpleasant? Of course not. Celine however felt out of place- she was awkward, keeping to herself to the point of becoming passive aggressive to those who interrupted her personal silence, which further alienated her from others. Instead of attempting to lower her guard just a tad, Celine instead resorts to raising it further. In this loneliness she created for herself, she wallows.
"Off you go. See ya later, kid."
Celine walked away from the car without a glance back. A longing in her heart began to fill her body, but she kept such feelings locked tight within, and went about her way.
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"Alright guys, so today we'll be taking notes on..."
Celine muted out her teacher's voice, concentrating on the task at hand. An amazing idea sprung in her curious mind, and she needed to write down what she'd conjured up. Ouroboros... infinity, foreverness, eternity... such a compelling idea, such an amazing, wondrous point of interest. To think all the things you could do!
"Oh, Celine..."
The pen shook ever so slightly, creating a miniscule tail on the i's dot. Flabbergasted at the sudden intrusion, Celine turned to look at whoever did speak to her with an air of spitefulness.
"What is it?"
"The teacher's coming this way, take out your notes before she sees you..."
The girl who sat next to her was a beautiful orange and cream colored kalon by the name of Esmeralda. Her eyes sparkled a crystalline emerald, true to her name. She was daughter to a fishing couple, and they had moved further inland so she could go to a good school and a better education than her parents ever could. Although it's not what they'd like, she wants to become a fisherman just like her father, something he's been visibly worried about considering the low pay he receives. But of course they couldn't say no- they loved her too much, and she just the same towards them.
Celine liked Esmeralda, and always felt terribly whenever she inadvertently acted coldly towards her. Esmeralda never seemed to mind, however- and that was how their relationship was.
"Thank you."
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"What do you mean, you've got no friends?"
The horizon was turning orange by now, clear blue blending into darker hues on the opposite side of the sky, specks of puffy white clouds lazily trailing along. Saffron painted the bark of an ancient tree, the dark, blossoming bushes covered in light and delicate flora, and young palm trees whose leaves held out like hair in the breeze. A figeater's loud hum reverberated throughout the air as it made its way towards whatever affairs it had in mind.
"Well, yeah... I don't really like anybody, and nobody shares the same interests as me. I don't like anything 'mainstream' either- you know this already."
"And I still insist you're being stubborn."
Celine huffed. She adored Corvin, but he was a bit much at times. He couldn't understand what it was like out there, considering he didn't finish school himself.
"It's just... really hard to talk to people, you know? Especially people who might not even be interested in anything you have to say. You, I've known you since I was little, so there's situations too."
"I'm sure there's someone you've talked to enough to warrant a friendship. Plenty of kids at that school of yours... isn't it like, overcrowded? Just stick your hand into the jar and take what you can."
Pink now mixed with the oranges in the sky, and the faint ringing of wind chimes filled the cold air.
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(I'M GONNA TRY TO MAKE THIS SHORT OK TT_TT)
Biggest Quirk (Just one): Her storytelling ability (hooks people easily, likes to paint dynamic pictures
with her words, able to conjure plots on the spot;
a surprise to even her since she's rarely outside her
home/ school - 'How can you know so much if you've seen so little?')
Art: (optional) (work on!!!)
- Starts off as a 'shy', quiet yet strange person
- She tries making friends and pretends to be 'cheery' and 'playful' (fake personality, "fake freedom")
- Friend in group realizes this "fakeness", thinks she's doing it out of malice
- Argument, shock, loneliness
- One friend reaches out, helps her become her true 'self' rather than her 'fake' self
- Begins to become truly happy with life, and is 'free'
(Short sweet, smooth, work on ideas)
[Status | Sketch]WIP, continuing on phone
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