* SCRAPE / LICK .

Karna blinked upon hearing a voice, once again being too in thought to notice anyone approaching him. Perhaps he should work on that…. On top of that the woman in question looked much like a Rakshasi, especially with such height, horns, and teeth, but the demigod did not feel threatened by her presence at all.

❝Is it truly long?❞  he asked with a bit of concern in his voice, not getting at all that it was merely a metaphor. He held a palm up to his face as if to see for himself, Karna’s brow furrowing as he found his features to be about as average as a human’s.

                  a beat. ------ huh ?  w....what. the girl’s jaw had dropped slightly right as she begun to pick it back up & the gears in her head began to turn and creak until it all clicked for her. she elicited a sound akin to a murmured ‘ oooh ’ & chuckled a little, more-so to herself. not entirely out of bad spirit, but there was a trinket of something humorous to be found through the awkward bypass of the subtleties exchanged. 

      “ i’m afraid so... i think you’ve been sadly placed in this world with.. a long face... i’m so sorry.. ! ....terrible condition.... ”

      “ so ------ hear me out.  y’ can’t even begin to fathom how actually important this is, alright ? ” there’s a delightful crook of sarcasm that creases her voice at sporadic intervals, a cheeky grin shirks through her initial guise of banal boredom & it begins to scrunch her mien into something predatory at the company that situated themselves near her. the cat with its maw hinged on a plumage of feathers. something playful, something fierce. she’s been real lonely lately.

     “ so we’re standin’ & dancin’ & laughin’ ----- when suddenly she turns around. & dances with some guy !! “

      “ ------life's a lil’ bit messy. we all make mistakes. no matter what type of person you are, change starts with you. ”

4.   what seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character ?

it would definitely be memories more of the banal, domesticated nature. it was a turning point for her spiritually and it reconnected her with her coven family. it tamed her and it makes her ails vanquish whenever she thinks back on it since. she could have been a whole ‘nother wicked being. so she likes to think back on it and ponder a lot. happy times.

10.   what would your character make a scene in public about ?

GOD THE MOST!!! she is the most confrontational being ever and she’ll raise hell if conditions are right. like your grocery cart bumps into her’s? your ass is her’s. you reach for the same thing in the same aisle? your ankles: gone bitch all gone.

12.   what are your character’s major flaws ?

         crucial muse development questions // accepting xoxo

13.   what does your character pretend or try to care about ?

god. everything ? generally ? this is an immense weak point of her’s that she’s desperately not proud of, as she was never forced to pursue any social chains or to emulate any feelings since all the influential people in her life were very catatonic in nature. which molded calypso into a something of a husk. any emotion palpable to her she has a hard time comprehending and processing. though she can assimilate something like compassion, empathy is harder. so she can come off as socially inept / awkward, she overcompensates this by putting emphasis on her outwardly obnoxious and flawed attributes so she can try to come off as more sociable and ‘purposely-graceless’ instead of, unintentionally graceless. it’s not so much as apathy or indifference that’s rooted deeply in her than it is just the supreme lack of understanding and not being able to grasp the conceptions correctly and properly. but she tries! a lot of it stems from how she was nurtured by her environment but honestly, it would have been always a disposition inside her as well irregardless of the abundant outside factors.

14.   how does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project ?

      yeesh ----- ! this guy looked like someone who’s been put through hell & back... he held the very glossary definition of a resting bitch face & her gut instincts almost had just punched her, telling her to bolt out the nearest exit. a sour converge of lips & brows on a guy always had managed to ensnare her in the most unsettling of ways. but she feels weirdly compelled to talk to him, in spite of her natural comportment.

      “ y’ look a little vacant there, was wonderin’ if somethin’ was the matter ? ”  she’s a little out of her depth here. it shows in the smoothed curve of her lips in hopes of countering the contradictory airy lilt that still lingers on her tongue. she wants to offer some ounce of solace to the other, but she feels overwhelmingly dismissive & quick to smother, all at once.