Post by CEILU SOLEIL on Mar 6, 2011 17:20:21 GMT -5
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[cs=3][atrb=style, width: 500px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px, bTable][atrb=style,background: #8d8974; border: 1px solid #372d22a; padding: 10px; font-family: Helvetica; -moz-box-shadow: -1px 1px 1px #888; -webkit-box-shadow: -1px 1px 1px #888] SOLEIL, CEILU, A. FULL NAME; ceilu aurelia soleil ALIAS; ci, ceil, cilly, lulu AGE; nineteen GENDER; female ORIENTATION; hetero CLASS; genus amicus SHIFT SPECIES; albino britannia petite, willoughby BIRTH DATE; april sixth, 2040 GENETICS EYES; midsummer blue HAIR; loose waves of ash-blonde WEIGHT; one hundred sixteen pounds HEIGHT; five foot five inches VOICE; olivia lufkin FACE CLAIM; alice, alice in wonderland DESCRIPTION; ceilu is of rather slight stature; her frame is petite, and the only ounce of baby fat remaining is in the soft curve of her cheeks. she appears almost breakable in her slim silhouette, like she could be blown away by a single gust of wind. her eyes are a seafoam blue, almond-shaped in their exotic tilt, and framed in a flare of dark lashes. the rest of her features – the babydoll curve of her nose and pouting, rosebud lips – are rather small, and delicately arranged on the soft planes of her heart-shaped face. a perpetual flush lingers in the curve of her cheeks, shell-pink in hue and breaking the singular honeyed pallor of her satin complexion. a sheet of cornsilk hair tumbles to the small of her back, typically wound into a cascade of loose, sun-touched waves or tied back into a windswept plait. like she was taken from the pages of a storybook, there is a certain romanticism to the way she carries herself, a timeless enigma in the pastel florals that cling to the curves of her lithe waist and spin out behind her in light folds of fluttering chiffon. PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION LIKES; singing, studying, writing lyrics, crowns of flowers, cloudless skies, falling asleep to music, pastels, pales, and heather greys, floral patterns and loose chiffon, love songs, piano, listening to rain, sweet foods, lullabies, Clair de Lune, dancing, white rabbits, believing in fairytales DISLIKES; hostility, antagonism, being away from willoughby, heights, coffee, loud noises and bright lights, nightmares, angry voices, the smell of cigarettes, confrontation the scars on her chest STRENGTHS; her singing voice and flair with music composition, an inclination towards piano and zealous ambition WEAKNESSES; dependent, tactless, childishly silly, horrendous chef, driven by emotion QUIRKS; singing without realizing her songs are out loud, a tendency to blush, lapsing into French, sketching silly things, drawing one knee up to her chest, chewing lightly at her pens FEARS; tight spaces, free falling, losing willoughby, being left alone GOALS; to be recognized for her talent and not her merely her race, to break racist boundaries, to feel her dreams upon her fingertips, to forever fall in love PERSONALITY; whimsical, sanguine, ephemeral, elusive, childlike, teasing, radiant, enigmatic, mercurial, charming, sincere, hopeless romantic, passionate, inviting, aesthetic, playful, naïve, old-fashioned, stubborn, volatile, impulsive, fervent, convivial, tentative, demure, impish, coy, impassioned, magnetic, compelling, clandestine, weightless CHRONOLOGICAL TIMELINE CURRENT RESIDENCE; apartment 304 CURRENT OCCUPATION; stockton student, local performer, waitress at the museum garden cafe HISTORY; As a child, Ceilu suffered from severe aparxia of speech, a deficiency that prevented her from formulating a single word until she reached five years old. The delay in development characterized her as a failed experiment, as it was widely believed that she would forever remain mute. Still, she was kept alive; she was a necessary test subject, an entity that couldn’t scream as probing scalpels penetrated her soft pink skin. Researchers used her body to practice uncertain surgeries, attempting to explain the failure and develop a means to prevent it in future experiments. Criss-crossing scars still litter her ravaged torso, carving pale white lines into the satin planes of her chest as if she were decorated in a delicate, frightening spider web. The first sound upon her lips was a scream. The surgeries halted, and the researchers hailed one another as if they had performed a medicinal breakthrough. After five years of inexplicable silence, Ceilu discovered her voice. It was wonderful, the soft vibrations of her vocal chords, the pretty sounds that danced with the lightness of air from her rosebud lips. It was from this that her incredible passion for singing was born, and she murmured a constant cadenza of lilting lullabies beneath her breath, luxuriating in the fragility of sound. The release came a year later, and Ceilu was given to the waiting arms of a barren woman, unable to bear children of her own. She was embraced with a warmth she hadn’t known could exist, and came to love her surrogate mother beyond even the lyrics at her lips. Now at nineteen, she’s left the familiarity of her adoptive home, and enrolled at Stockton to run headlong at her impossible dream. |
