Post by kalara on May 29, 2011 21:50:47 GMT -5
Name: Kalara Allagi
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Guild: Thieves
Shapeshift Form: owl
Appearance:
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Guild: Thieves
Shapeshift Form: owl
Appearance:
Kalara is a shorter, skinny girl. She is about 5'5" and tries to wear heels often to make her seem taller. Her hair is a wavy, dark red with seldom blonde highlights. Freckles dot her nose and cheeks and become very prominent in the summer. She has straight, white teeth from braces and whitening when she was younger. She's not a particularly pretty girl. Her hair becomes frizzy when it's humid or she doesn't put in hair gel, her nose is slightly too big, and if she cut her hair, she might pass for a boy. Her eyes are a strange, bright gold that she inherited from her grandfather.Personality:
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Kalara's shifted form is a Short-eared owl (Asio flammeus). She is a fairly normal looking Short-eared, but her brown patches are slightly red. Her eyes are also more gold than yellow. (Compared to: www.owlpages.com/image.php?image=species-Asio-flammeus-5)
Kalara is basically the classic "quiet-girl-in-your-math-class" kind of person. Non-social on the outside, nerdy on the inside. Now, she did not get all A+'s, she was never wired for standardized tests or the lectures on the history of China; she loved music and literature, her two fortes. She often is lost in thought and does not complete sentences often. It takes her a while to get used to people and can be a good judge of character in the five minutes she first meets a person, but she always looks for a friend in everyone and usually gets along with people she even distastes. The past never leaves her quickly; Kalara holds grudges and seldom forgets her mistakes. She usually hates change and does not adjust quickly. She usually has a Switzerland-like opinion, split down the middle, and does not do well in arguments because she is not one to stand up for what she believes. She is easily swayed to other opinions. Kalara also is good with comedy reliefs and can calm a situation easily. Even with her goody-two-shoes attitude, when someone touches a nerve, she will plot deviously and make sure that person is miserable.History:
Kalara was a pretty normal girl (to match her personality). She was born and raised a few hours away from Shelpey in a small town where everyone knew each other. She was raised in that loving community as the oldest of two brothers and a sister. The only interesting thing of her childhood was her grandfather. He told great tales of Shifters and mythical creatures to Kalara and her brothers and sister. She was the only one who took great interest to them, especially the one of the Shifters. When she was about 10 years old, her grandfather came over for Christmas. Only an hour after he arrived, he took Kalara out for a walk. In the snow, her grandfather told her the Shifter story once more and said, "In the Allagi family, the Greek shifters, the power to shape-shift skips a generation to the first-born. That's you Kalara. When your old enough, spread your wings, too, and fly." He then took off into the December air as a Great-Horned owl and with only Kalara knowing how her grandfather left, her family has been looking for him ever since.Sample:
When Kalara was 18, she was nervous about growing up and took a walk the same way she had gone with her grandfather. She thought about his words and closed her eyes. When she opened them, the world was clearer, sharper, and bigger. She realized she had turned into an owl! Later, she researched her owl type and for a year she's been trying to shift again.
Now, Kalara, having her own photography business and hoping to open a music store one day, moved to Shelpey in hopes of better business. Also, tips of strange animal activity have lured her hoping she'll learn more about her shape-shifting abilities.
The sun beat down on a warm, summer day. Fourteen days left, fourteen days left, Kalara chanted in her mind. Fourteen days until she graduated, until she became an adult. Her mind raced with all the things that would happen after graduation. College applications, interest quizzes, grocery lists, parties, and late-night shifts at Wal-Mart.Other:
"Ah, screw life," Kalara muttered as she walked down the dirt trail that led her deeper into the woods. Life flourished in the forest, small birds fluttered from tree to tree and rustles of small animals could be heard from the path. Everything was so peaceful. The thought made her remember the cold day she last seen her grandfather. The crunching beneath their feet, the stillness of the air, and the swirls of their breath were forever etched in Kalara's mind.
"I miss you, Grandpa," Kalara breathed, feeling a tear roll down her cheek. Her stressed mind and active imagination nearly thought he was there with her, saying the same thing he was eight years ago.
"In the Allagi family, the Greek shifters, the power to shape-shift skips a generation to the first-born. That's you Kalara. When your old enough, spread your wings, too, and fly," her grandfather seemed to tell her again.
Spread my wings, she thought instinctively. Her rational thinking suddenly became scared and alert to a strange change. Something more primal was entering Kalara's thoughts. Her eyes closed and she felt her insides begin to mold. It wasn't a pleasant feeling; it felt like old, rusty gears turning for the first time in years. Everything about this changed seemed unnatural, monster-like. Am I a werewolf? Kalara meant it to be funny, but remembering her grandfather's transformation, that reality seemed completely possible. She desperately wanted to open her eyes, but the change screamed against it.
After five minutes of agonizing waiting, the gears stopped turning. Kalara tentatively opened one eye, then the other. The world was not the one she was in moments ago. Everything grew at least five times their normal size and every detail in sight was sharpened to the finest edges. Every noise from the tiniest step to a loud bird shriek was an alarm. Kalara tried to cover her ears, but only feathers met her face.
"What the he-!" Kalara squawked at her new wings. She inspected her new body. It was obviously some type of bird. Sharp talons, spotted, and she could turn her head around in a 180.
"I'm an owl!" she screeched to the forest. She was both excited and nervous. She was a shifter, just as her grandfather foretold. With the only form of joy her owl body seemed to be able to produce (besides the ear-piercing shriek), Kalara leapt into the air and twirled in tight circles off into the forest.
Trailing behind her, loud hoots echoed the forest, "I'm an owl, Grandpa! I'm an owl, just like you!"
(This is definitely one of my longer posts, but they're usually around this quality)
Kalara- Clear, bright in Greek (modified)
Allagi- Shift in Greek
Kalara specializes in photography (A Million Words- her business), poem writing, and plays the cello, flute, guitar, and lute.
She is both Greek and Irish. Her father (and grandfather), Greek, and her mother Irish.