christine emily sonnett

[christine emily sonnett]

N A M E '

christine emily sonnett
[chris]

A G E '

fifteen & a half

G E N D E R '

female

S H I F T I N G '

Christine's shifting form was originally categorized as an avian species. But when something horrible corrupted her shifting phase in early youth, she found that she could only morph so far. At first she wasn’t able to shift at all. But after time and effort, she recovered the acute senses of the albino hawk she’d once become, and eventually was able to convene wings, and air sacs that lesson her bodily weight . Surprisingly, they are appropriately proportioned with her body, and she is even gifted the uncanny ability of flight. No further advancements have transpired for the time being.

P E R S O N A '

Chris is very timid. She can talk to only close friends with confidence, and not have to embarrass herself with foolish words under pressure. She’ll be clumsy, making literal sense of the term ‘trip on your own two feet.’ She gets hurt a lot, but out of her own stupidity. But when she does have a friend to talk to, one that understands her, Christine can actually be somewhat outgoing. She can essentially be a nice friend to have – sympathetic, loyal, kind, loving… She’s just that awesome a friend.

S K I N . D E E P '

Being human, one can picture Chris as a scared little kitty cat. Her light blonde hair has natural feathery waves, sometimes even with sun-bleached highlights. Her eyes are a hazel-blue, very light and kind. Her skin is a nice ivory. She’s very small, almost short compared to others.
And when in her animal form – or half animal form – she has only those large white wings of a some sort of lovely unidentified white bird. In other words, she looks like an angel.

A . S M A L L . T A S T E '

They’re staring…
Curious eyes bore upon the strange one from below.
They’re laughing at me…
Hot humiliation ran through her veins.
Well, hell. They’re normal.
Christine rose higher into the welcoming air, trying unsuccessfully to swallow her anger and frustration as she hid herself behind a thin wisp of clouds. Yes, she was new to this world. These people didn’t know the troubled child. But this world wasn’t new to her. She’d spent years in hiding, watching, fearing. Fearing that she would one day open up, only to face denial to a normal life, and have to deal with pointing fingers each time she showed her face in public. Which was exactly what was happening. Poor Chris finally did came out of hiding, and ended up facing these fears directly. Well. Ding-dong! Life isn’t fair. And In the two years she’d spent trying to fit in, this little tidbit was become far too apparent. All it taught her was that she was different, she didn’t belong.

Huh, well screw them. They can be savage animals down there. And I can be… well, me. Just me. But who is me? Agh! I mean, who am I?