A thin brow arched, ever present appraising gaze and unwavering confidence. Perfectly comfortable being a "Queen Bee". She views friends as little more than a hindrance. She almost always wears heavy makeup. She seems to not be a fan of change. Born on July 20 to Jonathon Dickinson and Elanor Grant. Pale blue eyes peer out from dark madeup shadows, flitting to various points of uninterest. Her face an eternal mask of indifference and apathy.
She has a total of three tattoos. A rather large Eye of Horus sprawling across her back. Perpetually watching those behind her. A small Fleur de Lis carefully crafted out of several minute skulls placed on her hip. And in a scrolling black font the words "Nex est a debitum nos totus persolvo", which translates to "Death is a debt we all must pay", are skillfully spelled across her stomach, just below her navel. For nearly two months Calisto and Chelsea lived in Chelsea's dorm room. Sleeping in the same bed. Not many know of this, and even fewer know that they slept together. However, any who do know are assured immediately that nothing happened. Her current "love interest" is Quinton Andros. However, she looks him over with disdain for two reasons. He seems to be a bit of a suck-up. And his height. Were he a bit less caught up about who he knows and what is going on and if he were about a foot or so taller, she would likely think higher of him.
Her best class is split between two. She excels in both Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions. She enjoys, however, Potions far more than D.A.D.A. In her younger years she had fancied the Dark Arts, but now her outlook is more indifferent. Magic, in all forms, is useful and will be used to it's fullest potential. Dark or otherwise. As of right now her career goal seems to be unsure, possibly even to herself. When Professor McGonnagall called her into her office she was unsure what to say for her profession path.
After Hogwarts
Chelsea has been working towards a cumulative point.
Every action has led up to this final year in Hogwarts. Her goal has yet to be released to those around her. But it's sure to be lofty. With an internship at St. Bartholomew's Cathedral, where she goes every night from 10 - 4, it appears that her line of work will be something divine. When inquired about her plans after schooling the usual reply is, "I have a plan.". Not quite insightful, nor deep. However, it beg the question of, "What is her plan?". To which the reply is a change of subject, or more likely, silence.
FOIC:
Her internship, and her after schooling plan, is to prepare corpses for their funeral. Once embalmed at the morgue, she will fit them with newer clothing, tend to their floral needs, and remove blemishes. (Including scars, burns, tattoos etc. etc.)
Not entirely pleasant work, but she finds peace in the routine. The thought occurred to her when peer Joki Wilde invited her to accompany on a job at the hospital. While not wanting to work with the actual bodies, quite yet, she wanted to know more about it. So, she got an internship at the church's funeral parlour.
After Hogwarts she intends to move to another country and apply her knowledge of corpses and remodeling as a teacher, of sorts. Macabre work, indeed.
"Winsome, graceful, dainty, delicate. Artistically matchless and so refined." - Ladies of Fashion, Cinderella's Glass Slipper
Quiet and reserved, but not to the point of extreme. She is best left alone and to her own devices. When bothered in the middle of her silent observation she usually responds with rancor and acrimony. Her eyes are her only tell to her actual emotion. Features usually set in a mask of detached stoicism. Until only recently her style of dress had been only dark slim cut dresses. But one night, her world was turned upside down. Her clothing still remains the same while still within the school walls, but once let out she has been seen in stiletto thigh-highs and bareback mini-dresses.
"Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... and you give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love." - Neil Gaiman
Her previous attempt at "love" left her more cruel and heartless than before. Calisto Vasilios, twin to Chloe Vasilios was the first to capture her fancy. But the relationship ended poorly. And although Calisto has made attempts to remain in contact with her, forgiveness is not often granted. And he has been left behind as a dusty chapter in her life. The majority of the school would know of their hasty breakup and Chelsea's fiery temper that flared up with it. Even though it ended because he had to move to another school due to his father's wishes, she still blames him for how it happened and isn't quick to forgive, nor forget. Love seems to be one of the last things on her agenda.
