Name:
Callen Astrid Lacefield
Age:
17
Appearance:
Callen has been told she looks like a porcelain doll on countless occasions, wavy blonde hair frames her face, her eyes are blue, and her skin is fair. She’s very tall (5’11) and is almost what one might call incredibly skinny, so skinny in fact that her father was convinced she had an eating disorder. However, her thin appearance is simply just a fast metabolism and lots of exercise. She has a scar from a burn on her right arm and sometimes has a bruise or two from running into things.
She is most comfortable in worn out cowboy boots, denim shorts, and a rugged shirt (much to her mother’s horror), but she is equally as comfortable in heels and a dress. She typically dresses in a hipster-ish way, however she doubles in more put together clothing (which is what her mother forces her to wear often). She avoids accessorising too much, and only wears a simple silver necklace, two rings, one a Celtic knot and the other a twisted silver band, and a few homemade bracelets on her left wrist.
Personality:
Despite her dainty, doll like appearance, Callen is extremely tough, and a Texas girl at heart. However, most of the time it isn’t blatantly obvious, if she isn’t driving her old Ford truck around. Callen is intelligent and stubborn, because of this she enjoys arguing with people, even if she’s wrong. She loves arguing because it gives her a sense of security, it’s one of the times she feels like she can actually speak up and not have to doubt herself. Apart from that, she is easily angered, and after a while she starts to throw punches (something her dad taught her at a young age).
That being said, Callen is extremely shy and prone to second guessing herself. She is often very introverted and avoids crowds when she can. Quite a bit of her time is spent reading or doing schoolwork in order to avoid people. She bakes when she's worried or stressed, and tends to stay up into the early hours of the morning doing so.
History:
Callen's parents were somewhat of an odd couple, her mother was an ivy league lawyer with a sizeable trust fund, and her father was a country boy turned cop who later became a detective. She was born in San Anotnio, Texas on June 9th, 1995. Callen grew up in the more rural area around San Antonio where both her parents worked. They were a relatively happy family, arguments were present, like with any family, but weren't too much of a problem. Callen went to a private school, where she made decent grades. Later in high school Callen avoided drugs and alcohol for the most part, since her father would easily figure out what she had been up to.
When she was sixteen her dad was shot while working a case, he died in the hospital three days later on October 18th. Things changed a lot in the following months. Her mother worked more, insisted she wore more fashionable clothes, and the social outings increased. It was like her mother was trying to erase her dad from their lives. The final and biggest change was the move to Chicago in May of 2012. Her mother adjusted to the new job, new city, and new life easily, Callen, however did not, and doubts she ever will.
RP Sample:
Callen Astrid Lacefield
Age:
17
Appearance:
Callen has been told she looks like a porcelain doll on countless occasions, wavy blonde hair frames her face, her eyes are blue, and her skin is fair. She’s very tall (5’11) and is almost what one might call incredibly skinny, so skinny in fact that her father was convinced she had an eating disorder. However, her thin appearance is simply just a fast metabolism and lots of exercise. She has a scar from a burn on her right arm and sometimes has a bruise or two from running into things.
She is most comfortable in worn out cowboy boots, denim shorts, and a rugged shirt (much to her mother’s horror), but she is equally as comfortable in heels and a dress. She typically dresses in a hipster-ish way, however she doubles in more put together clothing (which is what her mother forces her to wear often). She avoids accessorising too much, and only wears a simple silver necklace, two rings, one a Celtic knot and the other a twisted silver band, and a few homemade bracelets on her left wrist.
Personality:
Despite her dainty, doll like appearance, Callen is extremely tough, and a Texas girl at heart. However, most of the time it isn’t blatantly obvious, if she isn’t driving her old Ford truck around. Callen is intelligent and stubborn, because of this she enjoys arguing with people, even if she’s wrong. She loves arguing because it gives her a sense of security, it’s one of the times she feels like she can actually speak up and not have to doubt herself. Apart from that, she is easily angered, and after a while she starts to throw punches (something her dad taught her at a young age).
That being said, Callen is extremely shy and prone to second guessing herself. She is often very introverted and avoids crowds when she can. Quite a bit of her time is spent reading or doing schoolwork in order to avoid people. She bakes when she's worried or stressed, and tends to stay up into the early hours of the morning doing so.
History:
Callen's parents were somewhat of an odd couple, her mother was an ivy league lawyer with a sizeable trust fund, and her father was a country boy turned cop who later became a detective. She was born in San Anotnio, Texas on June 9th, 1995. Callen grew up in the more rural area around San Antonio where both her parents worked. They were a relatively happy family, arguments were present, like with any family, but weren't too much of a problem. Callen went to a private school, where she made decent grades. Later in high school Callen avoided drugs and alcohol for the most part, since her father would easily figure out what she had been up to.
When she was sixteen her dad was shot while working a case, he died in the hospital three days later on October 18th. Things changed a lot in the following months. Her mother worked more, insisted she wore more fashionable clothes, and the social outings increased. It was like her mother was trying to erase her dad from their lives. The final and biggest change was the move to Chicago in May of 2012. Her mother adjusted to the new job, new city, and new life easily, Callen, however did not, and doubts she ever will.
RP Sample:
- Spoiler:
- Faeryn had been woken up to Thrinnean shouting at her to get ready for training. She had groaned and dragged herself out of bed, knowing it was only for the best. After all, winning The Hunger Games was her dream. By the time she had gotten dressed and gone downstairs, Thrinn had been standing at the doorway with his arms crossed and his foot tapping at a steady beat. Faeryn was prepared to be greeted with the familiar ‘Four miles. Go.’ That she had heard every Monday for the past two years, but no, today Thrinn surprised her by saying; “Six miles today. Now go.” “Six? What happened to four?” She asked, surprise coloring her already snobbish voice. “The Reaping will be soon and we need you in your best shape ever. Now go.” Thrinn replied sounding tired. “Fine.” Faeryn said heading out the door. As she went she switched her digital watch to stopwatch mode and took off running, pressing start and hearing the familiar beep as she went.
As she ran Faeryn thought about what would happen when she was chosen for the Hunger Games. The career often thought about what her dress would look like when she had her interview with the famous Caesar Flickerman. Faeryn thought a green dress would complement her eyes, but then she looked outstanding in almost any color, so it wasn’t really a problem, the true problem was the style of the dress. Faeryn had never been a fan of the mermaid style dresses, but she was sure that her designer would be able to handle it, that is if she actually had a good designer, and not one of those cheap designers who didn’t know what they were doing. As she thought of the cheap designers, she was particular reminded of the designers for districts eleven and twelve, whose poor tribute were dressed up as trees and coal miners, and there was nothing even remotely fashionable about that.
Faeryn ran through the square her pace and breathing were both even. The first few miles were practically like a walk in the park for Faeryn, but right now it seemed too easy. When she rounded the corner and finished her first mile, Faeryn checked her watch. The digital numbers showed that she had run about a 6:50 mile, which, even four a six-mile pace, was slow on her standards. Faeryn let out a sigh and quickened her strides; she couldn’t afford to go easy on herself this close to Reaping. The thought of Reaping made her wonder what Thrinn had is store for her today, the six mile run was only a warm up she knew, but her cousin was rather unpredictable when it came to what training came after she ran her warm up. Some days it was martial arts or knives, and others it was archery or something completely random like what plants were poisonous and whatnot.
Suddenly as Faeryn turned a corner she was forced to stop. Her shoes squeaked slightly as she tried not to run into the person who was standing in front of her. Faeryn starred as the person, who happened to be a boy, tripped over his feet and fell on the sidewalk at her feet. Faeryn glared at him skeptically as he adjusted his shirt and stopped her watch. “Hey, sorry about that. I'm not really paying attention, if that isn't obvious enough." The guy said, with a smile. “Oh, it’s obvious all right.” Faeryn said, with her usual smirk, though she did stick out her hand and offer to to help him up. She studied the guy for a moment, before recognizing him from school. Faeryn couldn’t remember his name, and she didn’t really care if she knew it or not, but he should at least know her’s, so she waited, somewhat impatiently to see if he would introduce himself.
