Post by KALISTA VUOKKO OVASKA on Jan 14, 2012 13:56:34 GMT -5
BORN JUNE 6th, 1985 in TRINIDAD, CALIFORNIA
As a teenager, Kalista grew up in a close relationship with her brother on the sands of sunny Northern California, in one of the oldest incorporated cities in the area, Trinidad. The sun, the sand, the happiness -- it was virtually her childhood. She was genuinely, truly happy, for a brief period of her youth. The girl wanted nothing more than to search for conch shells on the beach and hike the forests with her brother, Jace. Life was perfect.
Their parents were a couple born in California, immigrated from Finland when they were young to search for opportunity in America. They loved, supported, and adored their children in every way. Jace would often go out with his father to take care of the house, fix things around, and learn the ways of the woods. Kalista stayed with her mother a lot of the time and learned how to take care of domestics, garden, and craft. The children adored their youth. They were just old hippies, looking for a place to settle down. They allowed their children to flourish and grow, and learn. Their parents up and moved to Michigan for research opportunities in their field when the children were 17 and 14, uprooting the girl from the only solace she found in anything, or anyone -- the serenity of California. Her home. Soon after arriving and graduating highschool, she isolated herself and got her own apartment. She loved her family dearly, this much was true. She just needed her own space. To think. Jace often came to her house and visited her, and many evenings were spent together in silence. Their bond didn't need words.
But, somewhere along the way, the girl got a bit lost. Adolescence has a tendency of doing that to people, it seems. School never brought her many friends. The Pacific and Jace were her best friends, but besides that, most of her time was spent alone. Exploring nature, finding herself. And, for a long time, she couldn't find the latter. Having to go through a lot of the most important times in her life mostly alone might have screwed a couple cells the wrong way in her head. Drugs, sex, and the old concept of free love is how she devoted her late teen years.
Her parents moved from Michigan back to California when Kalista was 21, and Jace at 14 years of age. He simply didn't want to go with them, though he missed Trinidad, and though he knew he would break without his parents, he loved Kalista too much. She was almost like a motherly sister to him.
At the age of 23, she began taking college classes in Wildlife Biology. She couldn't really explain why she was so unhappy with herself. Perhaps her confidence, or her lack of friends. It's hard going through life without someone to laugh with. For a time, she tried to be positive, and optimistic. The girl smiled constantly. She tried to make a difference in her actions. That fell through after several months, when she became so bogged down by people as a whole that she nearly shut herself up for good. The insolence and ignorance, and just lack of feeling that people seemed to have towards others, towards the earth, towards everything -- it sent her spiraling into a depression. "Is this how people really are? How can we be this way?" The episode made her doubt herself and her place as a human being, to put it mildly.
The years passed quickly, yet dragged on all the same. Makes her wonder where they went -- one day, you wake up, and you're 27, and you can't help but wonder. Kalista is determined that her little brother would not make the same self-loathing mistakes that she did, and is quite protective over him.
Finally after months of soul-searching, Kalista came to understand a very important fact of life. Happiness is learning to sleep through the hardships and finding happiness within. Making it for yourself. And so, she does. She does not let others get to her, but her trust is limited. She speaks seldomly, though with the wisdom of a soul years older than her physical age.
She spends much of her time seeking solace in relaxation, tranquility, and nature. There is no judgement, no harsh words. Just the embrace. Kalista has a sort of running reputation as being a Mother Goose, taking in kids who have lost their way and offering a place to stay, food, and advice. She understands the troubles of being a teenager and not having a place to go, or anywhere to turn. Some find her strange and eccentric, but she's really a generous, sweet flower at heart. She just is afraid of being taken advantage of by adults, for she feels they do not take the time to get to know her, with her tattooed, pierced, and dreadlocked exterior, as if she has been betrayed by the town she called her second home.
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◆I CALL IT A LIQUID DAYDREAM. - open
