Far away from here lies a planet unknown to our kind. Two life forms occupied this planet.
One of these life forms that remained alive was a female, the only female. With her tablet pen clenched in her hand, she drew and vented pictures on her computer. She was quite skilled at drawing, and had a very large imagination. Her pale grey face was pulled into a focused expression, concentrating on the project she was working on. She scratched her head, fingers touching between her soft white hair, two twisting and long orange horns emerging from her scalp. Her bright yellow eyes blinked back at her glowing tablet screen as her hands began to grow clammy.
After her work of art was finished, she realized the perfection as the image of who she wished to be stared back at her, deeply into her eyes. And, growing frusterated, her tablet pen was slammed onto her desk. She screamed and ripped off all her hair without a flaw, which only happened to be a wig. Her horns, too, were only fake, and tossed them on the floor along with her wig. She stormed over to her sink, washing the grey paint off her face as tears welled up in her truly white eyes, revealing green irisis and two black pupils. The yellow contacts were carelessley thrown into the sink. She turned on the water and feriously rubbed the grey face paint off her face.
With her eyes closed, she grabbed a towel and dryed her face. She threw her soaked grey gloves onto the floor. Loud sounds left a slight echo through her room as she stormed over to the mirror above her sink, showing her true identity. There, her true self, a beastly dark green creature with gaunt cheeks and bloodshot eyes stood in front of the mirror. She grew so angry at her own reflection, she slowly scratched the delicate glass of the mirror, tears rolling down her face.
She was ugly, and she knew it. Her hideous face disgusted her every time she saw it. She wasn't who she wanted to be, which was of who she finished drawing, a troll of a different species of her own. She wasn't a troll at all, but a cherub, with ghastly looks. She sat in the corner of her messy room and sobbed to herself, into her green suit that beared the same color of her skin.
"Why am I not allowed to be who I wish to be?... Stuck in a body with no such beauty on the outside nor in... no one could ever love an ugly creature like me..." her accent was similar to what we know as British, and thick at that. Her voice was croaky and hoarse from sobbing, and she continued to cry on to herself, all alone, knowing nobody would come to comfort her because she knew she had nobody.
And her name was Calliope.