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 Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 7:36 pm
Ok, sorry about the "plz" ran out of room in the title. Also, I know the history isn't done, but am working on it to get it finished. Other than that, the main character's outline is finished. Calix/Caelie is a strange thing. He/she is a person who is split in half, but not like half cyborg half human, but litterally by the gender. An image for those who might find me confusing, is something simular to this:  Basic Information: Name: Calix/Caelie Stage Name: Calix/Caelie (They have not decided upon a stage name for themselves yet) Gender: Hermaphrodite Age: 19
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 7:37 pm
Calix (The Left Half):
Appearance: When he's not caring about how he looks, Calix bears a five o'clock shave with a small goatee and untamed hair. When he is getting ready for a show, however, he does cleans up very nicely, shaving all but a small reversed triangle of scruff. His eye is soulful, expressive, and a very pale, almost blue, sea grey. Both eyes, however, are framed by long, lazily curling lashes. Calix's half is blessed with medium length messy black hair, which is always seen uncombed, (even though he claims he has combed it) and oddly enough, it actually lays to bring the sharp features of his cheekbones out.
He is always seen wearing a old fashion Tuxedo's, having a variety of colors from bright red to the deepest black. Though they are only half a tuxedo persay, they are all in excellent condition, some being back from the 1930's of the human time period. A common thing they will always have in common is the coat tails that seem to drop to the back of his knee. Beneath the clothing, out of sight to the wondering eye, a series of special-made buttons, that are clearly carved from some sort of boney material are linked, allowing costume changes and the ability to morph together with Caelie's outfit of choice for the day.
Newly added to his outfit, and much to Caelie's demise, Calix has found a rather old black top hat that he has taken an immediate take to. Though Calix argued for many hours and day about keeping the marvelous satin hat in one piece, he finally lost against his counter side, and was forced to, much like himself, split it into two halves. As odd as this might bring to image, a black piece of fabric has been sewn directly downward across the open gape, making it at least easier to look upon when he is wearing his hat.
Personality: Calix has a very fleeting concentration and often seems far away, even when talking to others, in other words; he is very dreamy and dreams himself away even in the midst of a conversation. His laughter comes often and his smiles are neverending. Jokes are also very common for this half, and sometimes, though rarely, wise advice comes lips. Unlike Caelie, however, he is a bit more modest and seems to like to call himself a "Gentleman", though when he has taken up the bottle for the night, this term may be the least of things one would call him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 7:42 pm
Caelie (The Right Half):
Physical Description:Caelie is arrestingly beautiful with her silky hair spilling over her shoulders in a lustrous mass of gentle honey waves, a vivid contrast against glowing milky skin soft rosy lips and a vivid, emerald eye, with almost a purple tinge to it. Her half face is heart-shaped; she has high, dominant cheekbones, a gentle, sloping jaw line the is complimented by a strong cleft chin, and a slight pert-nose; this shared between her brother and herself. She is always wearing make-up of summer colors, and takes a high joy in painting her half of her lips with lipstick, just to annoy Calix. Her ear is thrice pierced on the lobe, and loves to adorn long, dangling earrings as her main piercing.
Unlike her more modest half, Caelie dresses in rather scandalous clothing, but, like him, she takes style back from the early time period of humans. She loves to wear flimsy tops or corsets made of a multitude of colors, short skirts that seem to flare open Mid-lenght, and of course, fishnet thigh-highs. A multitude of bangles seem to always dawn her arm, as well as a single ring on each finger. Many times, for a show, when Calix feels he needs to wear his stupid hat, Caelie has been known to add a 'half-tiara" to match it, or somewhat anyway. When her other half isn't smoking one if his cigar's, she is often seen smoking from an elongated cigarette holder, liking the rather small elegance of it.
Personality: Her spirit is generally always high and sometimes a little overbearing, but she can be calm at some points. Like Calix, she is always laughing and loves to have a good time. However, unlike the other half, she is a bit more knowledgeable when it comes to the world, and though she knows she is considered a freak, she doesn't seem to mind it as much. In fact, she rather likes the "normies" and forgives them for their stupidity on judging her/him. But don't think that Caelie is all cheers and fun, she has a darker side as well, enough to make up for both halves, and can have a very sharp tongue and fiery temper.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 7:46 pm
The Halves that make the Whole
Likes: Calix/Caelie love to sing and dance, and, when the other half is up to it as well, he/she loves to play the piano and or violin. They highly enjoy to walk around the circus area, conversing with the many other individuals who seem to have been casted out by society too. He/She also enjoys taking walks when they arrive to new areas, enjoying the chance of scenery or just taking a nice breath of fresh air.
Dislikes: Calix/Caelie seem to have a fight about Calix's recently developed hate against "normies" or people who do not understand freaks like him/herself. He/she hates the rain, as it always seems to ruin his/her outfits, and truly hates not having any cigars and or cigarettes about. And, to his but not hers most embarrassing dismay, he/she can not stand rodents. Period. They make him/her scream like a little girl, and he/she always seems to be scrambling to the nearest object to get on top of it. Once, he/she even did a panic dance, which involved running over several people in attempt to get away from the mouse.
Fears: Oddly enough, their main fear is being ripped apart from one another. Having been born into such a queer predicament, h/she is use to having her/he always listening to him/her. They could never imagine being separated, as they know truly they are the same person, just share a body more oddly then most split personalities and/or Chinese twins.
Talents: Calix/Caelie do not want to be a headliner, they actually don't mind just being a side show for people to google and eyeball at. In fact, they rather like the attention this way. However, if needed to 'perform' for their inquisitive crowd, they have the ability to 'sing' a male/female duet, performing in both voices and sometimes, when in the mood, they too will dance, though only when in the mood which is not often actually.
But, who knows what the future holds for this person, and perhaps, later on, he/she wouldn't mind learning something new to bring to the act.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 7:46 pm
History: (Not finished yet)
As the night stretched her lazy fingers across the large town south of Lethirian, lights flicker for hints of a second before they too joined the darkness around them. Like an elegant ballet, the dots of light from one building to another turned off in an unknown pattern, leaving all but one out of this dance. It was a beautiful building, one that seemed to be well taken care of with it's white-washed walls, elegant roofed tiles and neatly trimmed garden. Windows decorated ever few feet around the body of the small building and when the morning sun first rose to great the world, the warmth of the sun was always there brighten the room through the windows for the visitor of the small church.
Unlike it's glorious outside, the inside was not as glamourous or as exciting. The pews of the old church, which once was a bright oak color now dimmed and darkened, the wood filled with a various of holes from the wood worms. Bibles laid shoved rather pathetically in the pockets of the pews, their yellow stained pages ripped and torn. Paying for teh churches upkeep was nothing but a miracle Father McCorga scraped for every ounce of money he could and it such times, it was always a hard thing to do. It was always hard times it would seem. Or so it had been, till tonight.
"Amazing, absolutely amazing. I mean, this...this could mean so much for us!" Father McCorga grinned happily as he clapped meaty hands together, before letting go only to push up the bridge of his spectacles. Before him, a crying child laid swaddled in cheap fabric, damp from the night's dew.
Just minutes before now, Father McCorga had found the child laid upon his doorstep, and unlike the child's parents who found it revolting, he, in turn fell instantly in love with it.
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