Nebula Lark

Age: {18}

Species: Monster

Looks:

Aisha is quite simply and most often described- much to her displeasure- as blue. And while the same cannot be said of her personality, blue is commonly the first thought to cross one's mind upon first sight of her. Her pale blue skin looks ghostly, dark blue veins visible beneath its almost transparent quality. Startling almost electric blue eyes shaded by long dark blue lashes. A stubborn lock of sapphire blue hair that refuses to be tamed by her quickly knotted handkerchief can often be found either in her face or in the process of being shoved back to join the rest of the long tangled mess that falls to the middle of her back. She's an average height and not overly thin, never having been one to know much hardship in the respect of food. Her lips are a deep blue, not unlike those belonging to people out in cold weather.

Personality:

Contradicting to her blue self she is usually a positive person, and not one to fall into a gloomy state. She's been raised to think fast and work quickly, her families profession not one to leave a person dawdling. She's known for a bit of a sharp tongue and sometimes has an odd way of seeing the world.

Family: She still lives with her mother and father, along with her younger brother who is eight.

{Job: Her family specializes in soap making}

Hobbies: Aisha has a bad habit of wandering out late at night to catch glimpses of the stars. From a young age she fell in love with the stories of them and could rattle them off to anyone who cared enough to listen- her most avid ear being her father. Unknowingly to him she still goes out to visit her first friends quite often, perhaps the few times she is grateful to her curse. The blue blush of sleepless nights spent stargazing is hard to tell on the skin of one already quite blue.

She can play the harp, and yet while she does enjoy singing is quite horrible at it- a fact she is fully aware of and results in her keeping her mouth shut at any choir gathering. She taught herself how to make carvings from soap.

Passions: She is in love with the stars, the sky {secretly admires it for owning what she considers the only possible lovely shades of blue, wishes she could share in the dark lapses of the night or even the delicate blush of day, refusing to see the likeness of it in her}, and her harp of course, you could add singing even if it is dreadfully off tune.

Dislikes: When the sky is covered by those clouds that don't offer the joy of rain, whose soul purpose seems to be to dampen her day without bothering to do it literally. She also despises blue berries and has never eaten one in her life, afraid that it might stain her hands but the skin wouldn't change- then how would she know where to scrub? Which is a rather unthoughtful fear seeing as her skin is quite pale but she refuses to be convinced otherwise. Being trapped in doors is not something she looks forward to either.

Fears: Dark small places, she positively refuses to cross the threshold of anything called a closet without a good deal of convincing. She will however lean into the space with a bit of convincing. She is terrified that one day she'd fall into a small dark place and, even though she is variations of blue, will blend in.

Backstory :

She, in her mind, has been raised with a pretty normal life and has made for herself, her world out of that. Her family lives in a decent sized cottage near enough to town that their business is well known but far away enough that she and her mother can still go out to gather the herbs and flowers needed for the special soaps. There's almost always a fire going so that ashes may be collected to create the lye, offering her whole family a soft woody scent to accompany the already soapy one.

Strengths: She's good with her hands and has quite the tongue for bartering when she manages to not look like a rainbow and can talk to customers before scaring them off. She also considers her ability to not trip up or down the stairs to be a strength- although that's only because her younger brother is quite the opposite.

Flaws: Is dreadful at matching clothing, but then she does have a bit of a disadvantage. What does one wear when one is blue? Apparently anything that fits decently and won't get in the way of work. Consequently this has gotten in the way of some social interaction. She also has the habit of saying what she thinks- which is not a very good thing when thoughts wander to other people on occasion.

Other: Does not like the color blue unless it is attached to a sky. She prefers shades of red or yellow- add blue to the mix and you'll lose her. She hates all the shades she herself owns although rarely mentions it. She also enjoys keeping clean and the smell that comes with it, although the scent of the earth after a beautiful spell of rain she would agree is hard to beat.