{Xara Clearis} {D4} {FIN}

Dreams Tribute [M:-425] 452 POSTS last seen Nov 21, 2023 20:23:00 GMT -5	{Xara Clearis} {D4} {FIN} Sept 1, 2013 16:52:56 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Dreams on Sept 1, 2013 16:52:56 GMT -5 Name: Xara Blair Clearis Age: 15 Gender: Female District/Area: District 4 Appearance: Personality: History: Codeword: odair Comments/Other: FC: Macarena Achaga
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{Xara Clearis} {D4} {FIN} Sept 1, 2013 19:01:31 GMT -5

Post by Dreams on Sept 1, 2013 19:01:31 GMT -5

Xara Blair Clearis

I'm sailing away
Set an open course for the virgin sea
'Cause I've got to be free
Free to face the life that's ahead of me

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I'm distinct, unique. But I'm like everybody else. Does that even make sense? Ah, I never seem to. My eyes are a stunning, icy blue. The colors seem broken into shards, reflecting and refracting the light it meets. Everyone is so shocked by them. Apparently, I'm supposed to have sea green eyes. But hey, never hurts to be different, right? They seem to send chills down everyone's spine. Not creepy chills, just the "Wow..." sort of chills. The ones that seem to melt everyone's heart but make them raise their guard at the same time. I have a way of making people adore me but distrust me at first glance. Like those glacial irises have to have a criminal hiding behind them. But they always seem drawn in.
My hair is a medium brown color. It is pretty long, I would like to think. Down to my stomach about, give or take a few body parts. [Yeah, I'm weird like that] It has a small amount of wave to it, some parts curlier than others. It is glossy and healthy, as it's not very hard to take care of it when your family is rich. I usually leave it down. I like the way the breeze carries it. [There's always one by the ocean, and I can easily make one just by walking]
Speaking of which, I have a very bouncy gait. I like to rise up on the balls of my feet with each step, as if I was trying to get taller. I guess I am sort of short, 5"4. But most of me is my legs. Like, I have long legs for my body. Like my upper body is smaller than it should be because my legs decided they wanted more space. [Yeah, horrible example, but who really cares?]
I'm thin, skinny. Not weak, though. I have some muscle on me. I mean, I'm from 4. You can't live life without swimming here or go through a little career training. And I've done both. I guess strength isn't my best weapon. It's more my speed and smarts. I've got reflexes and a heart that always seems to be beating fast. It makes me ready for surprises. I'm not very flexible, though. And my balance is absolutely horrible. I'm a big klutz [Yes, I'm admitting it, don't judge me] I'm usually tripping over myself and on the ground. Clumsy old me.
I seem to have a soft voice. Like, I can never sound... you know... like... rawr. [Don't laugh, I couldn't think of any other words] It never sounds intimidating. [There, are you happy now?] My vocal cords seem to never want to raise my voice above a shout. I guess it's like I'm talking to a timid animal. And I don't really have anger issues ~~unlike you~~.
My lips are full and underneath hides a radiant white smile. Though some teeth are a little crooked, it's nothing too noticeable. [But it does leave some annoying crevices for food to get stuck in...] my skin has a variation in tones. In the winter, it's pale, which I believe is self-explanatory. However, in the summer, it's tanned because I'm a little nature girl. Cleaning my face has fended off as many pimples as it can, but there are still some dotted here and there. My nose is thin and sharp, but the rest of my facial features are soft and rounded.
My sense of style is plain. I have a sand dollar strung around my neck by a leather string. It was my father's last gift to me before he went away. I usually have a bikini under everything. I mean, who knows what could happen? The water would be my easiest escape route. Over it I usually have large, shoulderless tops or camis. On the bottom, shorts of any kind. Athletic, dress, take your pick. On my feet I wear different kind of sandals, worn or new. I don't really care. That's sort of my style too. An I-don't-really-care style.

On board, I'm the captain
So climb aboard
We'll search for tomorrow on every shore
And I'll try, Oh Lord I'll try, to carry on

I'm really giggly. Or, in other words, I have a really broad sense of humor. Come up with a lame joke, I'll probably be laughing. [Genuinely] It doesn't take much more than that. And I'm always the one who snickers the longest. I just can't help it. Everything is funny to me, and people look at me oddly because I'm the only one chuckling at something. Sometimes I wish my mouth would stay shut.
Speaking of which, I usually have a loss for words. Like, not just in front of boys, [Shut up, we all go speechless in front of hot guys] but in front of family too. It's like I was born to another language and trying to speak english. I usually keep silent for that reason, and people don't really like that. Or, I talk way to much. The words just tumble out of my mouth mindlessly, which can really effect a relationship. I guess I'm just a better listener than talker.
I'm sort of shy. Like not stay silent, hide in the shadows shy, just silent shy. Like in front of strangers, I just nod or smile, whichever fits the situation. I don't really talk much and I hate to be the center of attention. I would rather be alone than in a crowd of people. I'm no socialite, don't expect me to in the bulk of a party. Or be at a party, for that matter. [Don't look at me like I'm crazy]
I'm kind of dependent. I don't really like to do things on my own. When I have orders, I follow them. I'm no bad girl. I make sure not to get in trouble, because I don't have enough time for lectures. I was raised to be that perfect child, and I intend to keep it that way.
I have a bad habit of picking up shells and rocks. I have a big collection of both of them scattered around my room. I'm sort of into it. It's gone to a point where I can just take a chunk of cement home and I'm satisfied. Or find pieces of a broken shell on the seashore and keep it with me. But they're my prized possessions, especially because of my necklace.
I find it really hard to actually be myself. I have that requirement to be accepted. To fit in. All of us have that need. I'm severely afraid of my social life because of that. If a new trend comes, I feel like I have to follow it. I really try to like myself the way I am. But I always seem to need to change for everybody else before anything happens. [//Sigh]
I'm calm. Being rich, I'm raised to be that way. I'm most likely seen level headed. I don't have much of a temper and I usually don't overreact to things. I can never let my emotions come through, it seems. Seeing me angry is a real sight to see. And everyone thinks me being mad is really hysterical. [And I have to concur]

I look to the sea
Reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had

Most think I have a charmed life. But if you ever lived it, you would know how painful it is. But before I get into the nightmare, I'll tell you how it all started. I was born to a rich fisherman and a city girl, otherwise known as my mother and father. Which one do I resemble most? My father, definitely. We have the same glowing complexion, reflexes, brown hair, and bursting blue eyes. However, my mother's pale gray eyes make my irises look a much more chilling. I share her skinny and shorter body frame. Anyway, when I was born, I was the center of their world. And I do believe I am now.
When I was four, my mother got pregnant again. I was really excited for a younger sibling back then, and I couldn't wait for the baby to be born. But there were come complications... When he was born, apparently something went wrong. We still don't know today. All we know is he lived a short life and died an infant death. My parents and I were heartbroken and crestfallen. My mom and dad decided to never have a child again to prevent this from ever happening again.
At six, yet another tragedy occurred. When I woke up, there was smoke. A lot of smoke. My dull and young mind slowly realized there was a fire. I was on the second floor in our wooden house, and I was helpless. I remember passing out from lack of oxygen, I would assume. Then, I woke up out some place, too long ago for me to remember. All I remember was my parents' worried expressions and the fact that they almost lost me.
We finally moved into a brick house, safe and sound. It took a long time for me to recover from the situation. I mean, who wouldn't be traumatized after a fire? But, slowly but surely, I returned back to normal. But I still have nightmares of the flames licking every part of me and the smoke suffocating me into blackness. It gives me shudders whenever it pops into my mind.
At ten, my father got an offer to go on a five year expedition. It would mean a boatload of money and no more work for him. It was irresistible. The thing is, it was five years. that's a long time away from family. But he went, as if he knew he was going return. But ships can't always be trusted, it seems. I still remember clearly in my head the day my father left. Clear and calm, the brittle breeze flowing softly through the air. I remember watching my father's boat turn so small it was invisible, feeling like part of my happiness had left with it.
I'm fifteen now. I'm expecting my father to come home sometime soon. In the winter, he promised. I'm counting the days. I still live in the two story brick house I moved into when I was six. Right on the seashore. I like to explore now, I've grown close to friends. I like to be on my own mostly. My mother is nice, but her blonde hair is starting to turn gray. I'm a pretty good student. But, most of all, I walk down on that same pier. I walk down to that pier because I feel my father's presence every time I go.

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Last Edit: Sept 5, 2013 17:27:00 GMT -5 by Dreams

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