Character Name: Cantrelle Isabella Carrier
Race: Human, Half Italian, Half French,
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 5’6
Weight: 118
Build: She is built but lean, with a tight tummy
Hair: Purple, she tends to dye it a lot but her hair is naturally black
Eyes: Grey, one of the pupils though is actually slightly larger over the iris causing one of her eyes to look black so at times she tends to wear sunglasses, so she will not be mocked.
Hobbies:
Cantrelle’s hobbies consist of shopping, cooking, painting, tennis, and track, and playing the electric guitar. She is a wonderful cook, and cooks for her step father now, and when she goes shopping she is almost always shopping for ingredients for a new meal to try, Painting soothes her, and tennis and track are the only reason why she is actually so lean, because as a cook, she also tends to eat a lot.
Likes:
Sweet things in her mind desserts are like fine arts that are simply palatable, ALL music from underground to classical jazz or even opera at times she may even say the older the better for music. Sleeping is a big part of Cantrelle she says its her hibernating days when she sleeps for more then a whole day, sunny days seem to make here want to wear yellow which makes her feel giddy, and retro styles is just a simple thing she enjoys, she loves the styles of it, and even the sleek smooth designs.
Dislikes:
Sour things, that’s just down right nasty , dirty jokes she finds them crude and not humorous and tends to not care for small talk, shots, and blood, she hates the hospital with a passion and at times considers the hospital hell.
History:
Cantrelle was born in Italian to a French mother, she was raised in Europe though where her father got a wonderful job, but as the years went by with her growing blissfully her mothers and fathers loving relationship slowly dwindled into friendship causing a divorce, her father, not wanting her, gave her to her mother. She has not seen her father since, but even then the story continues.
She was 15 when her mother finally remarried and moved all the way from Europe to America. Yes to the big apple, she has gotten used to her step dad and called his daddy at times, with some passion. She is 17 now and has in fact no mother, her mother died a year ago, in a car shooting, apparently her mother was in the wrong place the wrong time, leaving her alone with her step dad. They are currently living in a pent home, in an upper level, she works in a coffee shop/baker shop, and currently is the one cooking for her step father. She goes to school, and also is taking late night college classes when she is free.
For the moment Cantrelle is in the rift of depression and happiness. She sometimes sees her life as a pattern that never will end, and yet she sees the happiness of life. Another thing that seems to be bugging her is she senses, that humans are not the only beings on earth and feels the strange rift of a different atmosphere around, She has never felt this way before, but because of the lack of friends she has, she hardly confides in anyone to her feelings, even her step father, whom at times wishes it was her biological father. Are these feelings of a child that should have felt that way when her parents got divorced or are these feelings of a women, truly beginning to sense that some things are what they appeare to be.
Abilities: At the moment the only abilities she has is being able to run fast for a human, and dodge quickly thanks to the practicing of tennis, and track, she is also able to balance well, and has quiet the photographic memory, and a good head on her shoulders for being able to think herself out of a sticky situation, and she tends to be very cunning and talk in puns, a very interesting fact and useful ability is that she is in fact able to write backwards and read them backwards, allowing herself time.
Appearance:
Equipment: For the moment, she carries, a small pouch inside that pouch is; a cell phone, a camera, her journal, and her sunglasses, with tips some days that she makes, and a small knife. She doesn’t feel the need for anything to deadly, but knows that she still needs a weapon at best, for one you can never be to sure in the streets of New York.
