Camelia Catalina

Name:
Camelia Catalina
[The Pure Flower]

Rank:
Human.

Age:
Camelia is the tender age of Twenty-Three. She is young and pure to the World and still has much to learn.

Gender:
Female

Personality:

Haunting
Camelia is quite the bizarre woman. The outside world is her home and she'll do almost anything to connect to it spiritually. Her body speaks for itself when she dresses in a bizarre fashion; leading wandering eyes to assume she is mentally ill. She is a normal but very unique individual when it comes to her personality. She believes in the energy of the earth. Her voice is soft but her words are something that boggle in your mind as to what the hell she is saying. Her mind is quite spacious and leaves her very open to believe the paranormal.

Sweet-Tempered
The face of this doll like woman speaks for itself. She is a sweet and all around kind woman. She perceives to see everyone as equals and never treats them with any sorts of dis-respect. Her sweet nature comes from the inner depths of her heart; leaving a true and pure woman for the world to see. Her motions and voice sway and lingerer like it's being dipped in a pot of honey; soothing to the soul and minds of others.

Halcyon
With a small voice, this woman keeps her ideas and thoughts to herself. She was raised to always never speak to those whom are unknown to her and that is a vow she has always stuck to. She is not very fond of others; due to the fact she was raised in a very different environment then the current one she resides in. Her negative and positive ideas remain trapped in the depths of her mind and that is where they will always be locked until she feels ready to be more open to the world. She is like a concealed child in cradle of hope; like a nest of protection.

Troglodytic
Camelia travel the world alone since she turned Fifteen. She seeks solace and protection in the arms of many and yet has never found the right one. Her heart and soul dwell under depression as she wanders through life alone. Her soulful eyes tell a story of sorrow and travesty and yet others just look at them like it's nothing. Deep inside this womans lies a sad and alone woman seeking a helping hand to see where she can go in life.




Physical Appearance:
A young woman sits in a solemn glass dome; a home for plants to morph and grow into new life. The figure settles herself in a small opening in a patch of delicate white roses; freshly blossomed ones from the looks of how open they appear to be and the whiteness of the pedals whiter then bleach. The gorgeous figure that seemed to nestle herself in her comfortable spot appeared to be young within her age; Twenty-Three, as her skin glowed off a small radiance of a creamy, soft peach. Her doll like face seemed to be complimented by the long, curly locks of golden hair; almost like spools of delicate thread that glossed under the dim lighting. To compliment the luscious hair were a pair of deep cerulean colour, glossing as the dim light bounce off the glass like hues of hers; almost reflecting a small story of inner thoughts.The young woman stood a height of 5'6" with a sweet weight of 130lbs; evenly spread upon her curvaceous appeal.Her body seemed to be wrapped in a silky, soft powder blue fabric. The fabric came to tightly hug the upper torso of her body before coming to frill out into a poof from her waist and beyond. The young woman appeared to be elegant, royal and over all breath taking but alas; her words spoke a different story.

Weapon of Choice

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Specialties:

Like most other gifted people, Carmelia is able to see the life of the body and soul wandering the earths surface; also known as seeing a spirit. Her ability lies in her musical ability. In her past she'd play a sorrowful song for those around her; enabling her to tap into the human soul and make them feel the pain she once did. When she plays a song she is able to tap into ones mind and change their mood, only to draw them into hers allowing them to become distracted from the outside world and make them enter hers. She has the power of music that can lure and kill ones inner thoughts and emotions.She uses this gift to her ability to rather draw them into things; nothing major if you know how to shrug off a song and walk away. Like most Gypsy's they toy with your mind and tell you things that will play games with you mind and soul; like a fortune teller would manipulate you into thinking your life is going to turn for the worst.

History:

Once Born Into A Life Of Difference... Only To Feel It Crumble Under Your Feet.

The rain began to pitter and patter against the tops of the small cart. Inside rested a small family; consisting of a father, a mother and three children. A small hum came to escape the lips of the sweet mother whom had her children resting on her lap; the small bundles listening to the sweet melodies that came to ring through their ears, almost like a small lock box playing a song that would always be the song you sing growing up. The elder woman began to stroke her hand through the strands of the children's hair, to sooth and keep them calm as the rolling thunder rumbled through the sky of the vast valley where their camp was. The youngest of the three children looked up to wards the older woman with her sapphire eyes glossing a bit; becoming lost in the beautiful voice of the darling person before her. "My children, the weather will soon pass by to allow the sun to once more come out and dance in the sky, like a wild deer would do in an open valley of daisies and dandelions.Do not let the weather frighten you, my children. For you are all strong and unique in your own ways". The motherly tone was encouraging as the children looked up to wards the woman, their face brightening up a bit as smiles grew on their faces. The father figure of the family just chuckled softly; almost like is was an assuring one. He adored to see his family smile and be cheery over what little they had.

"Mommy, Why must we live in this cart though? I mean... We are just like everyone else in the village and yet we choose to be out here with others who share the same taste in lifestyle as we.. Can't we just live in a home?" The youngest voice rose up in perked curiosity; almost like she had wanted to ask this for a long while. The mother came to look at the only daughter of the bunch; the youngest of the three children she bore and gave a small smile. "My child. We live this way because those withing the walls of the village can't appreciate us and think nothing of our heritage. They see us as filthy entertainers and yet they are the filthy ones. We live like this to show our Independence and our unique ways of life to be different then those who treat us in such a rash way".

Mother said things would turn out alright... And it always did in the end. The weather passed over and the sun would once more come out to play..Mother was always right. She spoke with such wise and truthful words.. they were always comforting and soothing and yet.. She always said the same thing. As a child I never really got the point of it. What made us so different from the normal people withing the village walls? Were they higher class? or were they just snobs? Nothing was for certain but... I knew one day I'd find out on my own, Just like mother always told me.

The rain came to slowly settle down till the only thing that was falling were the drops of left over water from the skies gently cry rolling off the edges of the cart cover. The sun was more then happy to come out and play once more. A smile grew wide on the eldest child's face before he sat up; noting the sky allowing the rays of light to shine through. "Look Mom! The sun has come out once more!"
The mother came to laugh softly like a sheet of silk, coming to stand herself up to look out the near by window. "Indeed it is Alexandru, I think it is safe to go out and play in the grass once more, But! be careful as it is still wet from the recent rainfall".
Alexandru gave a quick nod as he looked at the other two siblings, gesturing them to join in. The two younger children came quick to their feet and were more then happy to come outside and play.

"Be careful my children".

Those words never sounded different every time she said it. She always sounded worried.. Almost like we were growing up to quick.. She always worried. Though, I don't blame her, what else would a mother sound like if she had to watch her children go out into an open area without supervision? I mean... She says it like it's the last thing she'll say to us before we end up dying... Mother always cared... no matter what the situation was.

Our Heritage comes to gather.. And the truth of life comes together..

The day began to grow dark after that rainy afternoon, the sun dried the grass and left the field dry and lively once more. The sky began to fill with specs of dust; twinkling star that illuminated the lands once more; indicating a gathering that was soon to happen. The sweet sounds of musical melody began to arise from the small bonfires in this open field, the sound of laughter began to echo and the night life came to reality and began to strum its toll. A rhythm began to arise in the atmosphere as a bunch of people were gathered in this one location. They all appeared to be dress in a more exotic but loose style; almost like they threw on a few over sized shirts and tied it together with rope. This night was just another fun night for this large group. Everyone acted like a big family and treated once another with respect. In once corner of the set up camp were children dancing and playing with each other; giggling with their child like melodies as they hummed and sang to the music being played. In the other was a feast that was set up for everyone to enjoy. There was card reading, fortune telling and even a few couples having a good laugh. The bonfire was large and roared with a massive flame as a few older men had instruments in their hands. Some were violinists, some had guitars and some even had drums, And there were a few men singing and having a sip of whiskey to wet their whistles to make this party for fun then what it already was. But an elder woman came out of a new by cart and this was some common sign to gather around the wisest and listen to her tales. Alexandru and Alin grabbed Carmelia's hands and dragged her over to wards the elder. She appeared to be young but was old in her age and by far more spiritually intelligent.
"My children gather around me as I will ell you tales from the olden times, stories passed down for generations and even allow your minds to see the the unseen." Her voice crackled with a hint of mystery, almost like she was luring the minds of the wandering and unknowing children into listening to the old folks tales.There were a few children about that came to sit around her as the older woman faced the fire and lifted her hand over the flames and dropped colourful powders that made the fire blaze several feet higher and flare into magnificent colours that filled the younger children's minds with ideas and hope. "My children... We must close our eyes and allow our imaginations to wander into the spiritual worlds of or ancestors. We must come to be like them and embrace their minds and allow them tell us their stories... Let us pray to the heavenly man himself who bestowed this gracious feeling to us... Let us embrace him with nothing but a loving feeling to make us realize that we... that we are the children of his true existence".

She always spoke like this... always dramatic.. She always treated us like we were dull and always interested. But.. she was a great story teller none the less. She'd always tell us stories about how father Jacob came to find the great spirit of the dancing storm or how Lady Janice came to follow the ways of the great bear of the northern lights... She always had a new story and they were always wonderful... but... they never stayed pure in my mind..

"My children.. Today we will see the spirit of the great white whale... the once the sky seemed to weep over as this is a new spirit.... Today this animals spirit floated from the depths of the blues seas.... as it is the youngest of them all.."

A whale? Mother always talked about the great animals of the earth but alas... a whale seemed to be new... Only the eldest would know of it.. They say she was a psychic woman whom could see the living souls of the dead... they say she could that the path of the grave and sing the restless to sleep... She was the true Gypsy of us all...Elder Leena...

Hours came to pass as she told her inspiring stores... and most of the children began to grow tired and wanted to fall asleep. But not I.. I never grew tired of a story, I always loved coming to play after the stories were told. On my Fourth birthday mother and father gave me my grandmothers Violin and always told me to play it with all my hearts passion. The elder began to stop talking as a few children got up and wandered over to their carts and climbed in and went to slumber. But me on the other hand, I stood up and ran over to my mother; whom held the violin in her hands and gladly gave it to me.
"Make me proud my child".
I wanted to play a song for the elder... to show my appreciation to her many years of service as a great Gypsy..

The young child stood there and gentle nestled the oval rear of the violin under her chin as she began to settle her fingers on the appropriate strings; her callasides finger pressing firmly against the hard strings before she rose up her bow and began to slide it against the rough strings, beginning to make a soft melody that would then begin to transform into a sorrowful rhythm and soon became a song that would ring within the ears of those who listened.

Play with your heart and others will soon to feel the same feeling as you... Music is an emotional instrument that allows you to show the world who you really are

The night came to pass by as the song came to a close and so did the party.

But that was the last night I ever got to experience a good time like that...

The cart began to rattle and shake as the young children opened their eyes, coming to see the cart was in motion. They grew rather frightened of the sudden change as the youngest came to the open window near the front where the drivers seat was "F--Father! W--Where are we going?!" The man who was driving the cart was covered in a red tint of paint... Like wine spilled on a pure white sheet. Alexandru came up and grabbed the young girl and held her in a loving embrace as he showed the elder woman on the floor of the cart covered in the same mixture. "M--Mother?!" The young girl grew pale and flushed at the sudden sight before gripping hold on her eldest brother "W--What happened?!"

They say mother was killed in front of father as a warning to leave the land... to leave the fields and to take his barbaric ways out of this towns sight... H--He said... Mother said to wander to places far from the small place... travel far and separate the family....And so that is what he did. He had a few friends that owed him favors in a few towns, separating the family for the greater good to get our heritage out there. Alexndru went with Wendy and Reginald in the midlands of France... Alin went with Uncle Phil and Lucia in Germany and I... I came to a farther location with his wiser friends. Father wanted me to grow up in a more beautiful environment and wanted me to be just like Mama. He placed me in Japan.... The place was just gorgeous. On the ride there he showed me a few places where he had grown up... through I was growing up before him. We traveled so much... and we both aged. Months came to pass and I became a young lady. I was twelve by the time I made it to Japan with my father; after all the distances was great. On the way we'd stop and play a bit of music for some extra money to pass our needs on by.... but.. Before he began to separate us.. he made us bury mother by the old family tree...It's what she always wanted.

The young woman began her new life with a family in a small town, saying goodbye to her father for the last time; though her promised to come back. All she had left was her music and the spirit of her ancestors within her heart. Her music was her heart... her very soul compact into a instrument that could be played in anyway. Her heritage granted her the ability to start seeing the more spiritual life of the world. She refused to let go of her old life style even though she was brought into a new one.

The past is what makes you the unique person you are today. Each day you learn to love and live with the now and keep that old up to speed. Your heart still beats the same rhythm as it did when you were born and it will never stop until you pass away into the greater things of life.... Each day I'd play a song to always remind me of my real life... to remind me that my brothers.. my father ad even my mother are still together in the depths of my heart... there were days I began to see a re-incarnated version of my mother... but I know it's not her.... Her spirit still sits at the end of my bed singing that calming song she always would when ever we were frightened of the thunder int he sky when it rained..

She began to live her life in that very way... Until this very day.

When I feel you close to me
It's easy to believe
To the depths and back again
To find that I'm still needing
Feel the fear dissipate
When you are everything you are
Feel my soul come awake
You carry me away