Post by Ash on Dec 1, 2010 16:42:11 GMT -5
Character Name: Callista Skylar Madison (Last Name Unknown)
Character Nickname: Calli Sky, Maddie
Species: Half-Vampyre Half- Werewolf (o.o lets see how this works out...)
Born On: October 31, 2007
Born In: Unknown
Living In: She’s a Runaway
If Vampire/Werewolf, Date Turned: N/A
§{not just a pretty face}§
Celebrity Play-by: Suri Cruise
Height: 3'3
Weight: 36lbs
Hair: Chocolate Brown
Eyes: Blue
Body: Small, petite
Style: Toddler, She wears what she has.
Special Abilities/Characteristics/Other: Callista can control nature, although her ability is quiet limited with her age, she can only do small things, like make a fire, or a stone lean-to.
§{every story needs a script}§
My Father: Derek Ice (Unknown last name.)
My Mother: Amelia Sky (Unknown last name)
My Siblings: N/A
My Children: N/A
Important Friends: Her Doll Alexia
My Love/Crushes/Relationships: N/A
Mortal Enemy: Her Father, The nomads chasing her.
Personal History:
Since Callista is a half-vampire half-werewolf, her mother didn't die giving birth to her but was very weak. Moments after she was born, her father appeared seemingly out of thin air, and murdered her mother, thinking very little of werewolf's, too bad he mated her to begin with. Then With purposefully steps he walked up to Callista and swaddled her in his arms, ignoring the dead woman at his feet. Amused with the child that had managed to live inside that pitiful woman; he left with her to his temporary home in Venice, Italy. He didn’t exactly think much of his daughter either, but some instinct told him he couldn’t leave her to die. Once she appeared old enough, he would leave her in various museums, where he had connections during the day; or with another of his friends if the museums were closed. He surely didn’t know how to raise a child, and didn’t care to learn. Once he had gotten blood for himself, and some for her, he would go retrieve her, since for some odd reason he didn’t want her seeing the things he did during the day, or the murders he caused.
In the museum's, she would study and memorize the beautiful art, and when nothing was left she would sit silently in a corner and listen to American Tourists, picking apart there conversations and learning English, as Italian was her current language at the time.
After deciding that she had learned all there was to be learned in the various museums. She headed home to where her father had set up lodging for the time being. With opening the door she saw her father, killing a family of tourists. The sight disturbing and frightening her, she ran, unnoticed up to her room and grabbed her mothers, now her, baby doll. She huddled in the corner of her room and tried to decide what to do. After deciding that she couldn’t stay here, not with her father anymore she grabbed her small backpack and stuffed everything she thought she would need that would fit, then grabbed a small suitcase and packed a blanket pillow and more clothes. Setting them down on the bed, she tiptoed into her father’s room, and to his pillow grabbing the key for the lockbox, grabbing some wads of money and putting them in her pockets before re-locking it and putting the key back. Going back to her room she looked around one more time before creeping down the stairs still unnoticed, probably because of the man pleading to be let go.
When her father found out she was gone, he was livid, and for some odd reason worried. He had been discussing her abilities with a coven that were in the middle of a territory dispute, and was going to leave her with them for awhile. He figured she would get stronger and out of his hair for awhile, and the hefty sum of money mentioned might have swayed his decision a bit. He would also know where she was and could go get her when he felt the need. So he hired a band of nomad trackers to locate her, she found out and took off to England. Hiding in various cargo hatches, in numerous places. She finally ended up in England, though still on the run.
§{I’ll keep you my dirty little secret}§
Likes: Toys, Hide n' seek, colorful things, dolls, surprises
Dislikes: Killing, her father, trackers, scary things, bad people
Fears: *same as above*
Habits: Talking to herself, hiding, curling in a ball, being shy
Weaknesses: mentioning her mom
Goals: Don't let her father find her
Secret: She knew her father killed her mother, just didn't want to acknowledge it.
Personality: Callista is shy, quiet, and appears stand-offish to people she doesn't know, unless she is frightened. Once she knows you she opens up and acts like a real little girl. She enjoys playing pranks, or rather trying to; she is not a good prankster, often being caught in the act. She loves to dress up and tell jokes, witch she is also pretty bad at. She basically enjoys being different.
Character Nickname: Calli Sky, Maddie
Species: Half-Vampyre Half- Werewolf (o.o lets see how this works out...)
Born On: October 31, 2007
Born In: Unknown
Living In: She’s a Runaway
If Vampire/Werewolf, Date Turned: N/A
§{not just a pretty face}§
Celebrity Play-by: Suri Cruise
Height: 3'3
Weight: 36lbs
Hair: Chocolate Brown
Eyes: Blue
Body: Small, petite
Style: Toddler, She wears what she has.
Special Abilities/Characteristics/Other: Callista can control nature, although her ability is quiet limited with her age, she can only do small things, like make a fire, or a stone lean-to.
§{every story needs a script}§
My Father: Derek Ice (Unknown last name.)
My Mother: Amelia Sky (Unknown last name)
My Siblings: N/A
My Children: N/A
Important Friends: Her Doll Alexia
My Love/Crushes/Relationships: N/A
Mortal Enemy: Her Father, The nomads chasing her.
Personal History:
Since Callista is a half-vampire half-werewolf, her mother didn't die giving birth to her but was very weak. Moments after she was born, her father appeared seemingly out of thin air, and murdered her mother, thinking very little of werewolf's, too bad he mated her to begin with. Then With purposefully steps he walked up to Callista and swaddled her in his arms, ignoring the dead woman at his feet. Amused with the child that had managed to live inside that pitiful woman; he left with her to his temporary home in Venice, Italy. He didn’t exactly think much of his daughter either, but some instinct told him he couldn’t leave her to die. Once she appeared old enough, he would leave her in various museums, where he had connections during the day; or with another of his friends if the museums were closed. He surely didn’t know how to raise a child, and didn’t care to learn. Once he had gotten blood for himself, and some for her, he would go retrieve her, since for some odd reason he didn’t want her seeing the things he did during the day, or the murders he caused.
In the museum's, she would study and memorize the beautiful art, and when nothing was left she would sit silently in a corner and listen to American Tourists, picking apart there conversations and learning English, as Italian was her current language at the time.
After deciding that she had learned all there was to be learned in the various museums. She headed home to where her father had set up lodging for the time being. With opening the door she saw her father, killing a family of tourists. The sight disturbing and frightening her, she ran, unnoticed up to her room and grabbed her mothers, now her, baby doll. She huddled in the corner of her room and tried to decide what to do. After deciding that she couldn’t stay here, not with her father anymore she grabbed her small backpack and stuffed everything she thought she would need that would fit, then grabbed a small suitcase and packed a blanket pillow and more clothes. Setting them down on the bed, she tiptoed into her father’s room, and to his pillow grabbing the key for the lockbox, grabbing some wads of money and putting them in her pockets before re-locking it and putting the key back. Going back to her room she looked around one more time before creeping down the stairs still unnoticed, probably because of the man pleading to be let go.
When her father found out she was gone, he was livid, and for some odd reason worried. He had been discussing her abilities with a coven that were in the middle of a territory dispute, and was going to leave her with them for awhile. He figured she would get stronger and out of his hair for awhile, and the hefty sum of money mentioned might have swayed his decision a bit. He would also know where she was and could go get her when he felt the need. So he hired a band of nomad trackers to locate her, she found out and took off to England. Hiding in various cargo hatches, in numerous places. She finally ended up in England, though still on the run.
§{I’ll keep you my dirty little secret}§
Likes: Toys, Hide n' seek, colorful things, dolls, surprises
Dislikes: Killing, her father, trackers, scary things, bad people
Fears: *same as above*
Habits: Talking to herself, hiding, curling in a ball, being shy
Weaknesses: mentioning her mom
Goals: Don't let her father find her
Secret
Personality: Callista is shy, quiet, and appears stand-offish to people she doesn't know, unless she is frightened. Once she knows you she opens up and acts like a real little girl. She enjoys playing pranks, or rather trying to; she is not a good prankster, often being caught in the act. She loves to dress up and tell jokes, witch she is also pretty bad at. She basically enjoys being different.