DUTTA, kala angelica

[kala angelica dutta]

KALA LIVES IN A FAIRYTALE

full name: Kala Angelica Dutta
nicknames: Ghaṛī, Kali
gender identity: cisgender female
preferred pronouns: she/her
sexuality: homoflexible homoromantic (attracted to feminine identified people rather than just females; sometimes has sexual exceptions)
age&;date of birth: 32 years old, February 29.
species: human
occupation: social studies teacher (and semi-professional alcoholic, but shh)
played by: morena baccarin

THE WOLF'S GONNA BLOW IT DOWN

height: 5'7"
weight: 130 lbs
body modifications: flared-out cobra tattoo'd on her back leading up as if to wrap itself around her neck
distinguishing features: burn marks along the inside of her forearms; she has a distinct walk that is something between a march and a saunter; her "Hindi Women Tread On Colonists" tote bag with a more modernized interpretation of Kali treading on a man armed with guns and holding a Euroamerican flag
physical flaws: burns along the insides of her forearms; her right wrist has a tendency to pop out of socket which stopped her from becoming a righty when she was born a lefty; scar along the top of her ring, middle, and index fingers on her left hand where the tips had been cut off
physical description:

Kala has light brown skin, though she feels like she should have gotten a bit more tone from all those protests as a youngster. She has eyes like the binding of an old book one might flip through hundreds of times without reading. She keeps her eyebrows thick to play off her mother's South American ancestry. Black hair keep short as a preference for upkeep. Kala loves to wear long summer dresses one day, and then flannel shirts with boot-cut jeans the next. She does keep her work wardrobe professionally casual. But she likes nothing more than to break out short, provocative numbers that hit her small body just right. "Free drinks with no obligation for sex" is her mantra when choosing her going-out clothes.

YOU BUILT UP A WORLD OF MAGIC

likes: dirty martinis, Ice Picks, vocal feminists, visibly inked studs, secretly inked princesses, and outrageously modified femmes; women's studies, poetry
dislikes: being called Kali, slut shamers, misogynists, Sex on the Beach, "chauvinistic rape-culture propagandists" (people who expect you to dance with them or fuck them just because you're pretty or let them buy you a drink)
strengths: patience, wit, ferocity, mutability, empathy
weaknesses: light weight, "I'm A Little Tea Pot, Hear Me Shout!" Syndrome, overqualified, bad practitioner, accidental-chronoperfectionist (always on-time for everything rather than being early or late)
goals: get dissertation done before she's thirty forty too old to finish it, get that bastard in history to learn how to make a decent cup of coffee in the teacher's lounge
fears: not waking up one night to find that she has wasted her life pursuing unbeatable demons after all, moving in with someone again, her cat Billī running away
personality:

Kala likes to use her size and intentionally-demure first impressions bring you in close so she can find all the best spots to strike--if she needs to. She pays attention to every situation. She knows when to back down or step up when she's sober. That aside, if you engage her in discourse, she'll make sure you can hold your own. Even if you don't get all the facts straight, your voice will absolutely be heard. Her students, no matter how old, are her pride and joy. She adores her elementary students. When they come back to her saying, "My mom was really surprised to learn about gender norms." or "I told my dad to make his own sandwiches because he's a miso-gin-fist." She wants education to be fun but impacting. It still miffs her that she's not teaching history though.

YOU CAN'T FEEL IT WITH YOUR HEART

parents: Chandrakant "Chandler" Dutta and Ellaine Montes.
siblings: Maurice Bala Chandra Dutta.
pets: Billī.
other family: Not really any that had a big enough impact on her life that made her keep in contact with them.
history:

Kala grew up as a third generation Hindi, second generation Brazilian woman in the United States. She was given the name "Kala" because she was born exactly at what time her mother had dreamed she'd be born, and on a day that doesn't exist for most of the time. She was a child of "time", and with a namesake that powerful she had a lot of ground to cover. In high school she discovered her passion for women's history. She noticed that many of the books focused on white male achievements. Even a good portion of the world history concerned how the white men spread across the globe. That was unacceptable. She took as many courses as she could without stop. The only class in which she did not excel was woodshop, in which she nearly lost the ends of some of her fingers. She graduated with honors but didn't walk: she was already working on her Master's program. Kala got her teaching credential to fill in the ever widening gap between her women's rights activism goals and ever-looming personal debt ceiling. It has quickly become one of her few loves. The others being booze and revitalizing the movement from radscum fauxminists.

GO GET YOUR SHOVEL

name: jaye arrianna mic
preferred pronouns: she/her or they/their
roleplaying experience: two or three years
how you found us: BMO
contacts: email
roleplaying sample:

The Modest Mistress was lush with atmosphere. People dancing all up on people. Drinks being sloshed about by wicked looking attendees. Performers flew about the poles like the angels on fundamentalist church ceilings. And Kala's glass felt unnecessarily empty. "Twill," she muttered groggily. "Another one." Her preoccupied barkeep swept on by. Trim nails tapped the counter.

A serpent was twisting itself into knots in her stomach. It coiled about her chest. It squeezed her heart so hard it made her eyes flutter. Click. She turned her eyes to see her glass finally replaced. The first sip sent it straight back. No time for your stomach to catch up with the booze if you keep drinking. Tuesday nights were the best for drowning the cobra. And this shit Twill mixed was always the best. "Less tea next time, please barkeep," she spoke softly. But that was how she and Twill understand each other best: at a hush beneath the boom.