Meaningful Words wrote:“The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.”
"I'm gonna start now, 'kay? Maybe you should write all of this down or something."Name: "Um, my name is Chrysanthe Foínika Emmerich. Chris-an-thay Fo-ini-kah Em-er-rich. Quite a mouthful, I know. One time, I looked up my names; it said Chrysanthe was Greek for flower, Foínika was Greek for phoenix, and Emmerich is a form of a German word for royal people and stuff. I like my name. It has a nice ring to it."
Nickname: "Eeh, you can call me Chrys? I dunno. I prefer my full name, but I know it's a mouthful. People like to call me "dweeb", "freak", or other names a lot."
Age: "I'm sixteen."
Birthday: "My birthday is February 29th 1996. Yes, I already know it only technically comes every four years. No need to point it out."
Birthplace:"I don't know. I think somewhere in New York?""I'm not very interesting..."Personality:"Hm, that's a toughie."
Awkward: Chrys definitely knows how to kill a conversation. It's not that she tries to, but she says the awkwardest things that make people say "Oh, look at the time! Gotta go!". She likes friendships and all, but for her, they're pretty hard to make. Keeping a conversation alive is quite difficult, and when she attempts talking, she stutters and acts like an idiot. She hates huge crowds without a friend by her side; they make her extremely jumpy and nervous.
Odd: Chrys is an odd little girl, no qualms about it. She loves to randomly sing and dance when no one is around, and she can be quite the space cadet. She does try her hardest to stay with the conversation, but if it's "boring" or she just gets lost, expect a comment about something probably unrelated to the conversation at hand. Her taste in clothing, music, food, just about everything is a little less than normal. It's hard to describe what "rank" she would ever be in; she doesn't really conform to anything. That lack of a social rank bothers her, however, and makes her feel like an outcast among her peers.
Kid-at-Heart: Spongebob or Scrubs? Chrys would pick a kid's show over an "adult" show any day. She loves cartoons and toys and play-pretending. She knows how to act mature, but she'd rather be over at the bouncy house goofing around and doing flips than talking with adults. She doesn't get many sexual innuendos, but when she does, she turns a bright cherry red and becomes almost completely quiet. She's oblivious to flirts and often tries to make an excuse before they start to throw themselves at her. Academically, she's pretty smart; romantically though, she's more dimwitted than a goldfish.
Nerdy: She's the kind of girl who you would find analyzing a fossil than getting her hair done. She loves science to no end, especially Biology and Chemistry. She's not very nerdy in the sense of tv-show fandoms, however. If Doctor Who comes up in a conversation, she'll most likely go "Who? You don't know your own doctor's name?". Chrys' pretty open to new things though. Math is probably her hardest subject, but the lowest grade she's ever gotten in that class was a B-. She's a bit too ditzy to help out a lot with homework, but she tries to help people whenever she can. Even though she's quite smart, her common sense is lacking. She often forgets to put things up, and does things without thinking them through.
Likes: "Oh! This'll be easy!"
- Chocolate. Just give her a little bar and she'll be pleased with you for the rest of the day.
- Animals. She thinks they're adorable, and loves stroking their fur.
- Sunshine. She loves the warmth of the sun, and will be outside as long as she possibly can.
- Japanese culture. Everything from the food to the music.
- Harry Potter.
- Greek Mythology.
- Bright colors. They attract her attention very well, and cheer her up.
- The color heliotrope. It's an odd, not very known color. It's actual color somewhat varies from person to person, and that's why she loves it. One day, she wishes to get heliotrope streaks in her hair.
Dislikes: "Ack."
- Driving.
- Storms. She's not exactly scared of thunder and lightning, but she wants them gone as soon as possible.
- Extremely cold days.
- The fact that she puts in lots of fillers in her sentences.
- Being considered a freak or a weeaboo. She knows that she would qualify as one to every person if she ever talked about it, and that unnerves her.
- Blood. It freaks her out.
- Homophobia. She doesn't only dislike it, she hates it with a passion.
Fears: "Um, if I tell you, you won't try to scare me?"
- Moths. She's not too fond of butterflies, and the fact that moths are just bigger, furrier, and uglier butterflies makes them terrifying.
- Natural disasters.
- Dying without ever falling in love.
- The dark.
- Planes. Something about the whole "flying thousands of feet in the air while being entrapped in some metal contraption" freaks her out.
Dreams: "I wish to be a chemist or biologist when I grow up. Those jobs seem so cool! Being a musician would be really awesome too. And if all else fails, then a job in the military would work. Don't know what though."
Hobbies:"Well, I like painting, practicing piano, and learning new languages. I'm currently attempting to learn German. My family and some of my friends say I'm good at singing, but I hate singing in front of others, and I'll only do it when I'm by myself. They just got lucky, or unlucky." "Guh. That's a very, very awkward question."
History: "Um, is it really that important? It is? Well, okay then. I was abandoned at birth at a orphanage. The actual building was pretty crappy. The forests surrounding it were really cool and fun to explore. I lived there for six-ish years until a gay couple came in. They were almost a godsend, I swear I thought I was never going to get adopted. Like, ever. All the others always went for the babies. They're really cool people. We moved around once or twice because of my dad's job. We finally settled in good ol' New York City, which wasn't too far from the orphanage. It's really pretty over there, unlike what other people think. I loved watching the big ball drop on New Year's Eve.Somewhere in there, I wanted to learn a new language, I decided to learn Japanese. I never talk about it. I don't want to be called a weeaboo. So, um, yeah. There you have it."
Family: "Two dads. Andy and Dave Emmerich. One works at a bakery, the other works at a pretty successful company. Got a problem with the fact that they're gay? Then get out of my face, I don't want to deal with people like you."
Pets: "Andy and Dave don't really care for pets. I like helping out at the rescue shelter though."
Significant Memories:"Um, I dunno? Getting adopted was one. What, you want three? Fine, getting the final Harry Potter book in hardback? And learning Japanese? Are those good enough?"
"Um, do you have an eyesight deficiency?"
Hair Color:"My hair is a kinda dark blonde, with some gold and light brown streaks."
Eye Color: "I have heterochromia. My right eye is green-blue, the left hazel."
Height: "Erm, five foot four. Or five. Not totally sure."
Weight: "One hundred and sixteen pounds. "
Build:"I dunno?" Chrys has a relatively normal build, she's just a bit scrawnier than usual.
Heritage:Chrysanthe is British, American, German, Greek, and the smallest bit French. In all honesty, she doesn't know her true heritage, but it's believed that she's a big mix of everything."Me? Social? Yeah, not really."
Sexual Orientation: "Well, I'm demisexual bicurious."
Crush: "Nope."
Boyfriend: "No."
Exes: "Nuh-uh."
Illnesses or Disorders: "Th-that's none of your business!"
"So what, just more random facts?"
Favorite Food:"Spaghetti. So delicious and saucy and yum! I'm prone to making messes though."
Favorite Color:"Purple! Heliotrope, to be specific.
Favorite Genre of Music:"Alternative and Classical; I'm seriously caught between the two. I love both Gorillaz and Beethoven!"
Favorite Animal:"Humm, the fennec fox is adorable."
Least Favorite Food:"Velveeta. Absolutely disgusting."
Least Favorite Color:"Orange, bleh."
Least Favorite Genre of Music:"It's a bit cliche, but I despise Country."
Least Favorite Animal:"Goats. They freak me out, and they like to chew on my hair."