Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2014 1:10:35 GMT -6
||| Tarantella Flamenco |||
#Name;
Tarantella Flamenco
#Age ;
15
#Orientation ; Asexual
, not aromantic. Only romantic to girls, though.
#Gender ;
Female
#Occupation ; Student
#Alignment ; Unaligned
#Physique ;
Thin with minimal indication of strength. She's surprisingly small for someone her age.
#Hair color and style ;
Long, wavy ruby-red hair with grape highlights, parted in the middle.
#Eye color ;
Sapphire blue
#Clothing ;
Light pink overcoat atop black leggings and pink boots.
#Other appearance details (optional) ;
Usually seen wearing pink eyeshadow and heavy black eyeliner.
#Personality ;
Though initially shy and quiet, Tarantella's mind is like a machine that never turns off. She's always inquisitive and willing to learn more about a person by spending more time with them. Tarantella is no stranger to the art of making others uncomfortable upon first meeting them; often times, she will intrude on the private space of others or "inspect" them in the most unsettling of manners.
Once somebody becomes well acquainted with her, though, they'll find that Tarantella is generally nice and full of spirit, albeit a little awkward and evidently immature for someone her age. When she's not playing music of some kind, she enjoys playing with dolls and dressing up. The former of which has made her subject to intense bullying, but she's learned to not let that get to her.
Despite not having much in the way of strength, Tarantella is very protective of her friends to the point where she's gotten in trouble on multiple occasions with her teachers. In terms of emotions, Tarantella tends to teeter on dual extremes of happy and sad with little in the way of in-betweens, which is also often a point of concern and misunderstanding for her classmates and teachers alike.
#History ;
Tarantella was raised by her single mother, who was well-meaning and sincere, but often struggled from similar emotional instabilities as Tarantella. Fearing her child's development, Tarantella's mother sent her to live with an adoptive guardian and the two immediately grew fond of one another.
She discovered her love of music when she stumbled upon her adoptive mother's music room, which quickly became her own as she began to use it more and more. Music soon became an outlet for her to describe things she could never describe in words. Intense feelings like love, sadness, and anger were soon given their own medleys, audible throughout the entire apartment complex to the joy of her adoptive mother but to the chagrin of those seeking peace and quiet.
Her lack of a father figure has been attributed, but not proven to directly correlate to a variety of her personality quirks, including her distrust (but not close-mindedness) towards males as well as her emotional instability. Though her adoptive mother has made several attempts to find alternative forms of education, Tarantella insists that she has fun at public school, even when the teachers fail to understand her.
The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Tara
#Age ;
22
#Gender/Preferred Pronouns ;
Female; She/Her/Her's
#How did you find us? ; Whammy told me about the site.
#Sample RP ;
Clangity-clang! Clang clang clang! Clangity-clang!
The sound of the ivory girl's miniature fist colliding rhythmically against the metal lockers that lined the adjacent walls of Canterlot High's empty halls echoed through the dry air. Tarantella grinned sheepishly with amusement as she waltzed down the hall, wishing she could bring something of this material home with her and experiment with fitting it into her ensemble of authentic musical instruments. This was a great beat, she thought, and it was going to waste in this establishment, for she knew she'd forget about it towards the end of the day.
All of a sudden, her back stood completely erect at the sudden intrusion of a deep clearing of a woman's throat. One of the teachers stood outside her classroom, glaring at Tarantella with a pair of accusatory eyes. "Do you mind?" she said. "We're trying to take a test in here." Tarantella frowned and took her hands off the lockers as she continued to walk past the teacher's eye contact and made her way to her own locker.
15, 42, 23, 26... no.
15, 23, 42, 26... no.
15, 21. 42, 21... no again.
Tarantella could never remember her locker combination the first time around. She felt a tinge of worry that she may have permanently forgotten it this time when suddenly the metal hinges clicked off, granting her access to her private locker once more. As she grabbed the heavy textbook from the highest shelf, she looked with dread at the classroom ahead. Public school had many obstacles ahead, but as the days came and went, she could never prepare herself for the insurmountable adversity that lied just behind those doors.
Math.