LADY PERSEPHONE "JO" CALDERONE, DISTRICT SIX

LADY
PERSEPHONE "JO"
CALDERONE .

“BETWEEN TWO LUNGS IT WAS RELEASED”
The breath that captured me.

AGE . Twenty-one
GENDER . Female
DISTRICT . Six
OCCUPATION . Moon Priestess/The Selenic
SEXUALITY . Bisexual


APPEARANCE .

“THE SIGH THAT BLEW ME FORWARD”
Cause it was trapped.

Jo Calderone is definitely not in the normal standards of beauty, no, it's what she does that makes her beautiful. She has the lither body of a dancer, her stomach toned, and every part of her body soft. It's because she has to be for what her job entails. When Jo dances, it's as a priestess of the moon, and the moon doesn't wear clothes so neither does she. On her forehead there is the scar of a burn received a few years back. It's in the shape of a circle, so perfect it's as if she has been branded, and she has. It shows off her high station in the cult she is in. On her right bicep are also a number of scars obtained from the cult that show off her high ranking. Other than that, Jo's skin is perfect and pale as she never goes out unless it is at night. Well, except for the number of light cuts lining her inner thigh of course, but what you can't see won't hurt them right?

Because of this, for a few days after the sun ceremonies, she has a small smattering of beige freckles across the ridge of her nose from staying out in the sun for too long. They slowly fade away as the night reclaims her until the next ceremony. Jo's natural hair is long, blonde, and straight, coming to an end just below her breasts. It's thin and wispy, and almost white in colour. Jo stands at the champion height of five feet and one inch, coming in to weight a measly one hundred pounds. Believe it or not, it's a pretty healthy body weight for one her size, and she has a thing for keeping it perfectly at one hundred. Because of her small height, Jo can be seen in tall heels when not at home, and barefoot when she so often is.

Jo's face can be described as more handsome than beautiful. She has a long face, with a sizable nose. But her large eyes and full lips have a way of balancing things out. Her eyes are a dull brown colour, and in jo's opinion appear to be nothing special at all. But if you really look at them, you can see that the right eye is a soft green colour, and the other eyes is brown with green leaking into it. Although Jo prefers to keep things natural normally, at ceremonies she will adorn her lips with ruby red lipstick, and brush black kohl around her eyes in intricate designs. Her ears are relatively small as well, and usually hide behind her hair unless said hair is tucked up into a loose bun. Jo also has a thing for wigs, and buys them using the inheritance she and her brother finally received when they turned nineteen. The wigs are only worn at the ceremonies however, and in the comfort of the cult's hospital home Jo remains as natural as possible.

In fact, she can mostly just be seen in a simple gray shift made of a satiny fabric. It has a length of fabric trailing after it that Jo is prone to use to tie up her hair, or wrap around her waist and shoulders when she feels like trying something new. Before she gets naked for the ceremonies she dances at, she wears a series of intricately designed robes, most of them showing the lunar faces of the moon, or just the moon's bountiful face. She wears satin slippers the colour of ivory to the ceremony sites before she slips them off as well to be born again under the new moon.

PERSONALITY .

“AND MY RUNNING FEET COULD FLY”
Each breath screaming.

Persephone is definitely a live in the moment type person. She makes decisions at the flip of a hat and doesn't really think much through. Yet she is always surprised when decisions come back to bite her in the butt. She is very free spirited and does things on whims and wishes. Her head is too high above the clouds to really pay much notice when things go sour. She doesn't pay too much notice to danger and the idea that things might go bad, so she is a very optimistic person. As well as that, she's accustomed to getting what she wants after being babied as the girl in her group of friends. She isn't one to pay any mind to the rules either which can land her in a spot of trouble.

She loves the touch of flesh against flesh, and as such has found a loophole around not being able to touch the skin of men. she has no trouble touching the skin of women all over, in fact she almost loves it more than touching a male's skin because girls are incredibly soft and have fun curves. She keeps a close circle of attendants around her at all times, keeping them as a Queen would with Ladies in Waiting. Because of the no men rule, Jo is still a virgin, much to her chagrin. When she was younger she dreamed of finding a perfect guy, and then riding off into the sunset or whatever it was they did together, but that had been before Prometheus came along with his beliefs. Ah Prometheus, the guy who Jo would be certain to follow everywhere.

Jo doesn't so much believe in the cult's cause, as much as she believes in it's leader. Prometheus has been a pillar in Jo's life since she was a young child and has left a rather large mark as a consequence. She would follow him to the ends of the Earth, although she longs for him to chase after her. Besides, in her mind, his first love is first to the cult, and then to the Maria, who Jo just so happens to hate. Although he is allowed to touch her skin, being the Illuminator, it would be scandal if they were ever to be together, something Jo has still not been able to accept. For as long as she can remember, she's had the biggest crush on him, no mind being paid to the fact that she is a virgin, and forever will remain one. A girl can dream right?

Persephone is very fairy like in her personality. It's almost as if she is incapable of experiencing more than one emotion at once, and so she fully lives inside her emotions, able to wallow in them. Sometimes it's handy, being able to live in complete joy, but other times she can be in complete and utter anger, or pain. Behind Jo's exterior of almost childlike carefree personality, is a bundle of raw pain that only those closest to her are allowed to see. such as Prometheus, and her older brother Calcifer. Jo has an extremely good relationship with her brother, who is almost like a father to her even though he is only three years older. She loves him with all her heart and soul and would do anything for him. It really pains her that she can no longer hug him, and feel his comforting embrace, but she does her best to shove past that.

Underneath it all, Persephone is really messed up. She never really had a good childhood because of what happened with her parents, and her need for attention is through the roof. She's like a fairy in more ways then one because if all eyes aren't on her when she enters a room, it makes her wilt. She needs applause to live, and to know that people care about her because otherwise she's certain she'll just fade away without anyone noticing. That's probably the real reason she became a naked dancing priestess, as you can't be invisible if everyone is looking at your twisting limbs and naked body. She doesn't care about what she has to do to get it either. The thing she is most afraid of is fading into the background, and no one even noticing her departure.

That being said, Jo really does believe that one day she will escape the hell hole that is the districts, and go somewhere greater. The moon looks nice and inviting, so why can't it be there? Away from this ugly world with it's ugly games. She's a simple girl with a simple wish, to live in luxury, just like anyone else. can one really condemn her as dull just because she wishes to go to the moon? It's the same as any religion really, except there are different beliefs. But if there is one person who can take them there, Jo is certain it is Prometheus. Maybe one day he'll even be able to cure the screaming nightmares she wakes up from at all hours. she hasn't been able to sleep properly ever since she came across her father's dead body, hanging from the bathroom ceiling, swinging slowly in the breeze.

It isn't too difficult to hide insomnia in a night cult since mostly everyone sleeps during the day. And as of yet, jo has told no one about the fact that closing her eyes makes her see a lolling tongue and bulging eyes. or her mother being forced away, struggling and screaming all the while. She tells no one how she can't seem to stop pulling a sewing needle across her inner thigh, about how she delights in the dripping blood, relishing the pure feeling it gives her. She tells no one how much she enjoys watching her brother murder the small animals, except with the way she stops to let out a howl of pure exultation. She doesn't tell anyone how she thinks she might be turning invisible already, and how sometimes the reason she loves to barge into rooms so much is for that particular reason. She tells no one.

HISTORY .

“WE ARE ALL TOO YOUNG TO DIE”
Trapped between two lungs.

Persephone and Calcifer were both born to Mr. and Mrs. Calderone, Calcifer first, and Persephone three years later. Their parents were wealthy members of district one for their early life who owned a factory in the sixth district. Because of this they were relocated to district six to be closer to their work. Although Persephone was sad to leave her friends, she was only five years old at the time and it did not really bother her too much. One thing she did miss however was the way her mother stopped paying as much attention to her, using the excuse of being to busy with the factory. She would be gone all hours of the day, even people would come to call in the middle of the night, saying they needed her for a meeting. Persephone would ask to go too, but her mom would say it was adult business, and she was too young. She could know when she was older.

By the age of six, Persephone was in school, starting in Kindergarten. Being from district one she was a bit more well off than most people in her district, but where she was used to getting good attention in District one, the kids in district six despised her for her pretty dresses and toys, and she was miserable. In her class kids would ignore her on purpose, trip her and pull her hair. And she couldn't even talk to her mom about it as she was getting busier and busier It seemed. When she tried to talk to her father, he would mumble something about being busy with paperwork, and wander away, probably not even listening to a single thing he said. After a few more weeks of this, Persephone finally thought to tell her brother about it.

Like a vengeful god, he stormed into her classroom and stopped a two kids from tossing around her favourite doll, and finally Persephone was left alone. She began to rely on her older brother heavily after that, going to him with all of her problems instead of her father or mother. When she had a nightmare, she would climb into her brother's bed, her mother mostly always out. When she was hungry, she'd ask her brother for a snack, her father forever too busy. One night Persephone awoke with a start to angry banging on their front door. she trundled down the stairs, almost tripping on her nightgown as the door was flung open, and Peacekeepers rushed past her, running back up the stairs she had just run down. Soon they were back, dragging someone between them.

Persephone watched with wide eyes as the Peacekeepers dragged her mother out the front door, and pushed her down onto the lawn. She watched, her six year old body shivering with fear and cold as they clipped out her tongue, and her body began to writhe in pain. She watched as the Peacekeepers brought their mother away, and only when they were out of sight did she turn around and see Calcifer there. That was the defining moment that Persephone really began to use Calcifer as a support beam. She started having more nightmares about blood, and peacekeepers, and it did not help that their father was slipping into a downward spiral of depression and alcohol at the loss of his wife. But to persephone, her brother was a strong idol, someone to protect her, and it never occurred to her that her brother might be hurting too, the self-centered child that she was.

She slowly began to heal from it, being a child usually outweighs tragedy, and for Persephone, she was able to squish it up to the back of her mind. Her nightmares began to stop happening every night, and she was able to gain some happiness here and there due to her brother. By the time she turned seven, it was beginning to become apparent that she was a smaller child than most, as she still had a body similar to a five year old. Meanwhile, their father slipped quicker and quicker into depression, and even began to call out his wife's name, asking strange questions, for example, "Why did you risk your life for a stupid cause?" Jo didn't know what it meant, so she learned to ignore it. One day, Calcifer and her were walking home, when she got a sudden desire to see their father. She began to skip, and then broke into a run, wanting him to let her leap up into his arms like she used to.

She got to the house only a few steps before Calcifer, who was sure to follow her like a mother duckling watches it's babies. She jumped through their house, calling for her father all the way, as her brother stepped into the kitchen to fix a snack. well, she found him alright, and when she did, she let out a terrified scream. she stood staring at the scene in front of her. She had made it to her father's room, and had trundled on to his attached bathroom, pulling the door open. Her face was level with his swinging feet. As her eyes traveled up his body as she stood frozen, she saw his bloated face, his tongue too thick for his mouth, and his eyes wide and open, and she screamed, so loud. She couldn't stop screaming as she stared at his neck and the way it was bent. She screamed until firm hands grasped her on the shoulders and she was pulled around into her brother's embrace. She wrapped herself around him as he slammed the door shut, and cried until she passed out from it.

No one would take them in. Not any of their family from district one, or any family friends in District six, and they were orphaned. With nowhere to go, and no inheritances money until they turned the age of nineteen, the Calderone siblings were turned out onto the street. For a year and a bit, they wandered together, Persephone waking up every night at the gruesome images in her head. Calcifer tried to take care of them, but he was just an eleven year old kid, too young for such a huge responsibility. It had been different before when they at least had a house and resources. But now they were penniless and homeless orphans. And so they lived outside, facing the weather, begging for scraps until they were saved by an angel.

A fifteen year old boy, and adult in their eyes, saved them. He took them to an abandoned hospital that he knew of and provided them with food and water. Persephone and Calcifer learned to love the boy like he was their own flesh and blood, and Persephone, now eight even began to grow a little crush on him. So there was no pause when a few years later, Meekus had asked them to help him with a new order. They both became important to the cult, the first to receive their cuts and burns from the leader, and the first to stand by him. Calcifer became Prometheus's right hand man, and Jo became his priestess. When the two turned nineteen and were finally given their inheritance, they were able to furnish the hospital to make it comfortable, and even buy a few luxuries. Neither of them have ever stopped thinking about their mother and their father however, and for Persephone at least, it still haunts her to this day.

ANYTHING ELSE ?

The Fellowship of the Moon

OUT OF CHARACTER .

FACE CLAIM .
LADY GAGA • LADY PERSEPHONE "JO" CALDERONE

OTHER CHARACTERS? .
Swan Tolkein
Sovay "Prince" Pratchett
Cinder Ash
Tristan Graceling
Fenn Klardie
Christian Vea

I, ELEGANT.
am seventeen. I have been rping for two years, but I love doing it. I am very into acting, and singing, and I love to read and write. I enjoy meating other people in the c-box. I am also a female, and a Canadian! Just in case you're interested, 'Elegant' comes from the name of my blog title. In no way am I elegant. hur hur hur.

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