Post by Jo Karnstein on Nov 11, 2017 22:51:40 GMT -5
Name: Johann(a) Kai Karnstein
Age: 17
Parents: Queen Elsa of Arendelle/Carmilla Karnstein
Personality: Much like their sister, Jo oozes confidence, but it’s in more of a quiet sense of the word. Perhaps it’s because they’re the younger sibling, but it seemed like a pointless endeavor to be loud all the time, and they learned how to get people’s attention without having to be, whether it’s by shooting out a rush of cold air that builds one of her ice sculptures, or by singing to herself with a clear, gorgeous voice. Music is one of the things she shares with her sister, though she finds herself preferring the classics (not that she’s against belting out a punk pop ballad alongside her), learning about opera and theatre from her mother and Aunt Mattie, the latter of whom she might idolize even more than her mother.
They’re a bit of a closet nerd, though they don’t try to hide it. It’s just not something people expect from looking at them. Art, music, history, language, they all intrigue them, and they’ll devour any new information about it, and can’t help but look forward to the moments when their studies prove useful, particularly if it’ll impress someone. Despite their general confidence, they crave validation, even if they won’t outright ask for it.
A part of them always feels a bit like an outsider, no matter how beloved they know they are, but they try very hard not to let it bother them. Nothing a sundae with a few drops from a blood bag, and a good album blasting in their ears can’t fix.
Appearance: Much like their sister, Jo’s natural hair color is white as the snow they create, and at one point they left it that way, letting it grow down to their back, but after figuring out their identity a bit more, they decided that didn’t really fit them anymore. Unlike their sister, they settled for a darker hair color as a tribute to their other mother, and now rarely keep it longer than their ears. While they clearly inherited Elsa’s eye color, their shape and intensity are pure Carmilla, as are most of their features, from their smirking lips to their high cheekbones.
To describe their fashion sense in one word would be “chameleon”. On any given week, you could see them in a ballgown, a tuxedo, a leather jacket and ripped jeans (complete with tattoo sleeves that they may or may not replace with real ones), a mini skirt and tank top, and a hoodie and sweatpants, and they’re comfortable in all of these. They like the idea of being able to fit in to any situation, and just having a lot of options for what they could wear…though they’re pretty sure tuxedos are their favorites. Most of the time. Again, chameleon.
History: Once their first experiment in parenthood proved successful, Elsa and Carmilla were eager for one more child, one they thought would be a second little girl for them. Jo seemed to be Cal’s opposite in much the same way Elsa and their Aunt Anna were, but this didn’t cause a rift between them, thankfully. They would go about their own interests, of course, but at the end of the day, they were always there for one another. There was never an opportunity to feel unloved, not with the sheer number of relatives that were always there, always eager to help them with any problem they had, or share any experience with them.
It became pretty clear at a young age, however, that certain “rules” that an Arendellian princess was expected to abide by didn’t sit terribly well with Jo, and on a fateful day when they were about twelve, they asked why they couldn’t dress more like Uncle Kristoff for an upcoming ball. Carmilla, sensing what this might mean from personal experience, stated, ‘I don’t see why that would be such a crime,’ and from then on, Jo was given a choice, and the hell with what anyone in Arendelle had to say about that. Carmilla had even set Jo aside and explained that if the title of “girl” or “princess” ever felt wrong to them, they were more than welcome to change it. It took a couple of years to parse out their identity, but while they wouldn’t say “girl” or “princess” felt wrong, they did feel incomplete. Sometimes they were perfectly fine, and sometimes they weren’t. Thanks to their family’s support, they fortunately decided they wouldn’t choose, would flow between identities like water…and anyway, was their gender really the most important thing about them? They had sculptures to make, and songs to sing and play on the piano, and alliances to form. Wasn’t all of that far more important?
They’re eager to follow their sister to Tintagel, and hope to find all sorts of new experiences there.
