A curious but classically lovely creature stares out from under silken blue and violet locks that stubbornly attempt to curl when damp. Luminous blue eyes lined in the Pinup style glitter under the feathered shadow of her lashes. Calliope is an alabaster skinned girl though there seems to be some hints in her bone structure of Native heritage. Her full lips, bisected by a hoop, are smeared in a severe candy apple red and often split in a lazy lighthearted smile. Feathery brows, plucked into two thin arches, complete the spirited expression of the girl's sharp features.
She wears a loose dog's choke collar around her slender neck, a silver Masterlock locking the two end-rings together just above her collarbones. She tends towards tight t-shirts, tank-tops or long sleeved v-necks that don't restrict her movement. Over this she usually wears a fitted leather jacket, left open. It's been modified with patches, pins and 'cut aways' which have been replaced with mesh.
On her bottom half she often wears frayed and worn boot-cut belted blue-jeans and a pair of beat-up vans, boots or sneakers. She tends to walk on the balls of her feet, likely because she's trying to compensate for her lack of height. Slender fingers are adorned in full finger rings on one hand, and a bracelet on the other, with a single ring on her middle finger. Her nails are long and painted black. (SL:1 - Majestic - as fuck)
A curious but classically lovely creature stares out from under silken blue and violet locks that stubbornly attempt to curl when the humidity is high. Her temples and the peak of her hairline are fringed with a soft down of blue feathers that fade back into her hair and seem to give off a very faint glow and give her hair some luxuriant body. %bLarger feathers line from her temple and, sit against the curve of her skull like the leaves of a laurel crown and are occasionally adorned by the jewel like lighting bugs of her mantle. Luminous blue eyes - ablaze with inner energy and pinning like a bird's - lined in the Pinup style glitter under the feathered shadow of her lashes. Calliope's flesh is milky azure and pale, like watery alabaster, and is illuminated from within. This glow can range from a gentle almost ambient blue to a cruel blindingly bright blue glow. There seems to be some hint in her bone structure of Native heritage. Her full lips, bisected by a hoop, are smeared in some sort of color but it always comes out a deep arterial purple, often split in a lazy lighthearted smile. Downy feather brows, plucked into two thin arches, complete the spirited expression of the girl's sharp features. All in all her face has an iconic Greco-roman statue look thanks to her mixed heritage.
She wears a loose dog's choke collar around her slender neck, a silver Masterlock locking the two end-rings together just above her collarbones. She tends towards tight t-shirts, tank-tops or long sleeved v-necks that don't restrict her movement or crush the mantle of light feathers across her shoulders which spreading like inverted fans between her shoulder blades and triceps that fade down her arms, hinting that more may be coming.
On her bottom half, she often wears frayed and worn boot-cut belted blue-jeans and a pair of beat-up vans, boots or sneakers which tend to be very scuffed or hole filled around the toes. She tends to walk on the balls of her feet and tiptoes. Slender fingers are adorned with full finger rings on one hand, and a bracelet on the other, with a single ring on her middle finger. Her fingers are tipped with wicked looking talons that glisten black. (SL:1 - Majestic - as fuck)
When calm, the Summer's mantle displays itself in the form of the light scent of Summer Flowers at a seaside garden all brought together by a gentle breeze, the soft rumble of distant thunder and the occasional hint of sea spray in the air. When excited, the sound of thunder grows, filling the air with the sound of angry skies and the thunderous roar of massive, warring armies. The soft salty scent of copper and petrichor grow stronger in the storm, along with the feeling of rain on the skin, though there is no moisture to accompany it. When Angered the halo of light creates a smell of ozone in the air and the light flares violently around her like a mantle of an angry angel. Icy rain stabs at the flesh without any solid form and the howling wind of a typhoon surrounds her.
