

seraphina florence callister - female - eighteen
Hallo. My name is Seraphina Florence Callister. Seraphina is a name that my mother would've given a rambunctious daughter, and I am definitely her. I praise her for naming me fittingly. It comes from the Hebrew origin and means ardent or fiery. Pretty simple, but then again, I like it a lot. Simplicity can be more beautiful then complicated things sometimes! My middle name? Oh, that's Florence. It's a place name and simply from the Latin origin. This one is the most beautiful out of my full name because it means flourishing and prosperous. I do love this name and I almost wanted this to be my first name as I child. I remember asking my mother to change them. My last name is Callister; it was my mother's maiden name. When she married a rueful man, it switched to Johanns, and I definitely hated the last name. When they divorced, my name thankfully switched back to Seraphina Florence Callister. You can call me Sera or just plain Seraphina. I don't really like nicknames, so just let me know if you make something stupid up so I can pound your head in. Thanks!
My age? Oh, I'm eighteen years of age. The years have flown by quickly, and to think I'm already a legal adult. My childhood went fast after having a disabled mood towards most everything: my parents were overprotective; no Internet or R rated movies for me. Luckily, when I was thirteen, I was allowed my freedom, and everything went so much faster. I'm not surprised I'm this old already. Well, it's not that old, right?
If you couldn't tell, I am female, and proud of it. If the long black hair or the feminine features don't suggest it, just let me know. Wow: I'm pretty offended by your doubts. Thanks for letting me know you don't know if I'm a boy or girl. Should I check "other" on my medical records? I'm kidding. Once again, I'll repeat it: I am female.

in her own eyes, beautiful - in others, that raven-haired gal who's rebellious
I think I'm beautiful. Honestly. I don't mean to sound cocky or the girl who thinks she's beautiful when she's not, but hey. I'm unique, so how would you know? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I guess.
My hair is black. I can't describe it further: it's not a pale shade or dark shade like a brunette's or blonde's hair. It reaches to my mid-chest and others call it long, though I want to grow it out until it reaches down to the middle of my back or lower. I love my hair and I wouldn't cut it off. Not in a million years. Pretty desperate, huh? Half of it is thinking I want to stay good looking. Well, am I? Psh, how should I know... Well, when I wash it it goes curly and when it dries it straightens. Pretty peculiar, right? For some other girls it's opposite, but for my stupid hair it's pretty odd. Oh, well. It's pretty thick, so it's kind of hard to design, but I don't mind. Beauty is pain!
My eyes are a lovely shade of cocoa. They're not too dark and not too light. Pretty much in between. I wish I had color-changing hazel eyes, but you can't just change eye colors without contacts, right? If you look very close, golden flecks are strategically placed around my midnight black pupil. They often catch the light, but people can't see them from far away. You have to be, like, kiss close, pretty much. Oh, well.
My skin tone isn't the palest and it isn't the darkest, either. It's a comfortable shade of pale tan. I like the way it looks, but the sad thing is that I can't tan very easily. I don't sunburn much, either. I honestly don't care, as many people envy my skin tone and I often feel like the most beautiful girl in the world when someone compliments my looks, so anything can count. Pretty self-absorbed, right?
My body frame is slender, lithe, and pretty much built to run. I was in middle school and high school track and I was probably the quickest on the team out of boys and girls. I have pride in my body frame. I have muscles, but they aren't the meager ones, nor the large bodybuilder ones. They're perfectly feminine. It's not that impressive, it's just the beautiful type.
Lastly, my body modifications: I have none.

sensitive - unique - sarcastic - rebellious - independent
Though I'm a rebel and a complete independent person, I can be very sensitive. It takes a lot to get me angry or down, but if you hit one of my soft spots it can get pretty rough. I hate having people get on my about my flaws and such. I can get emotional extremely quickly, so I'd prefer you don't get on my nerves. I'm just that person who can't really get along with everyone, yet I don't terrorize someone after I've confirmed I can't get along with them. Some of those people terrorize me. The reason for my sensitivity is that I was bullied in middle school with my pudgy cheeks and dorky braces. Now I'm pretty much nothing like that, but I still have that sensitive edge.
I am quite unique. I don't always wear the "in" styles or even hang out with the "in" crowds. I'm just an outsider, pretty much. Not in the emo, punk sort of way, just a simple tomboy. I hate wearing dresses. I know a lot of girls are just like me in that way, but I'm more complex and I prefer being unique. Most people don't wear the same styles as me or pick the same options at a restaraunt because I have a unique taste that no one else has. It's pretty much just me, I think, but I like it that way.
Sarcasm is my main element. Sometimes it can be friendly and perky, other times it can be cruel and unfriendly. My sarcasm is often cryptic and many don't like it, but I'm fine with it. People tell me to stop, but just being me, I keep going all the time. It's pretty stupid, if you ask me. Well, that'd be saying I'm stupid, but I don't care. My humor can be sarcasm or just straight out jokes. Sometimes, just for laughs, I'll break a joke in the middle of an intense moment just to loosen everyone up. That's just how nice I am! See, there was some sarcasm.
I am definitely a rebel. I don't follow the rules and I do things in my own style. I'm not some southern belle who marries who her pa tells her to and is always an angel. I'd be ripping the guy apart bit by bit while laughing my butt off. I'm not necessarily a bad-*ss, I'm just a rebel who prefers doing what she wants to do. I can persuade people into what I want to easily and I'm not afraid to admit it. I've surprisingly persuaded a checker at a gas station for a free Peace Tea once. Huh.
Independent. This trails onto the unique tag of mine. I prefer being independent because it gives me a chance to be different, and I love it. It's not that I don't care about others, I just don't want to listen to their life stories. I'm pretty selfish in this way but others don't mind as long as I'm not bothering them. Instead of dancing in the pouring rain with a lover, I'll be sitting inside while watching the two sadly. That's one of the cons at being the way I am: not many guys like me.

the hugest crush on zayn malik - no partner - no children
A crush? Well, unless you're talking about Peace Tea, my true love, nope. I don't have a crush. Sorry. I'd probably be more interested in a guy who is like me. A rebel, sarcastic, and pretty nice. I don't really want a submissive guy who will have his nose buried in a book at all times. I don't mind if he's smart, he just shouldn't be a super-nerd. Maybe he can even like Peace Tea? We have to share at least some of the same interests, or at least, I hope so. Well, uh... Now that you've heard all that, I guess I can admit I like Zayn Malik, although he is pretty much nothing like me. I just fell in love, though, I guess.
I don't even have a crush, so why would I have a boyfriend? I don't really understand some of you people. Oh, well. Hear that, guys? I'm single and ready to mingle! Nah, just kidding. I'm not a pimp who says those kinds of things.
Children?! Are you kidding me? I'm twenty-one; not looking to have any anytime soon unless I find the most perfect guy. Maybe I'll have a daughter and a son sometime in life, just like I dreamed of ever since I was a small child. Or I can just adopt them both.
I am heterosexual, or straight. A few times I've questioned my sexuality because of bullying and unkindness, but I'd remained straight and I always will be. I mean, I've had a few gay guys or lesbian girls as friends in my life, but it didn't matter and I didn't mind as long as they didn't make me change my sexuality.
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