*･ no hope, just lies

AESTHETICS

“fuckin’ right i’m relentless, watching from tall windows as the world passes them by, scrunchies, neat notes, loves going to museums, dipping your feet into a swimming pool, a steamed up mirror, the rooftop of a building, breathless laughter, knows directly when someone can’t be trusted, sheepish shrug after winning, dancing alone in your room at midnight, coffee stains, takeaway coffee cups, a girl is a gun.”

STATS

name: clara dos santos  age / dob: twenty-two, august 26th  gender: cis female pronouns: she  /  her orientation: bisexual occupation: dance teacher sun sign: virgo mbti type: istj

BACKSTORY

the first time clara managed to execute a perfect arabesque was the day she finally saw sincerity in mother's smile. being carried from rehearsal to performances, barely staying in her mother's arms for too long, clara learned from a young age there was only one way she could have her mother's attention and that was through dance.

since first day of pre-ballet classes, she knew she was born to perform and be a great name in the company just like her mother. she worked more than the other kids, rehearsing until crazy hours everyday to get every solo there was. and in time she it, she became one of the best dancers they had, being second only to her mother which at that point felt like first place for her.

that was until puberty, when her body began developing and she didn't fit the companies' standards anymore. she was constantly caught over the weight they had set for her and went as far as starving herself for days to fit a performance outfit, only to pass out minutes after her set.

with her temper, she would often engage in arguments regarding her weight either it was within the company or in her house, being talked down by her mother for not losing enough pounds again. the winter show was the final straw, at seventeen years old, when she figured out a couple of minutes before entering the stage that her mother had her replaced for their duet performance. she stormed out without saying a word and never came back.

the next day she was out of the house, sleeping on her grandmother's couch until she managed to get a place for herself and never spoke to her mother or anyone from their old company again. she took a break from dancing for a while, trying to focus on school and finishing her senior year. 

upon graduation, she regained her love for dancing when one of her grandmother's neighbour asked her to help around her little dance school. she’s now working hard on that and trying to become the teacher she never had. she wants to create a safe space for people who want to grow up and follow the career she once dreamed of.

she’s also trying to figure out who she is after all these years that she only lived to follow her mother footsteps 

HEADCANONS

she's still a very disciplined person from all the years she had to be that and she can get really competitive over the silliest things. 

the kids are the only ones who get to see her good side because with others she's often really direct and sarcastic in any chance she gets. she's extremely judgmental and holds nothing back, something years of having classmates look down on you taught her, she's always defensive, waiting for someone to come at her so most of times she'll take the first step.