Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 14:20:21 GMT -6
CALLISTA AVYRIN
DARK & DEEP, THE SECRETS YOU KEEP
- Name:Callista Avyrin
- Pronunciation:cah - LIH - stuh . uh - vee - rihn
- Meaning:To her knowledge, the names hold no meaning. Though she once bore her parents' last names as well, she has chosen to renounce both.
- Nickname(s):Callie
- Gender:female
- Age:146 years
- Sexuality:heterosexual
- Preset:The Erudite
- Contribution:---
Visage
what masks that sultry smile?
- Skin:Creased by the wrinkles that age brings, her sepia skin bears remarkable likeness to tree bark, and is nearly as soft. Her hands fade into a paler shade of brown, while deep green is smudged like blush across her cheeks.
- Hair:Now little more than a tangled nest of forest green and gold, her wildly frizzed hair perches atop her head, only a few of the matted strands drooping all the way to her shoulders.
- Eyes:Callie's pupils always appear dilated, the large black circles giving her an owl-like appearance. Her irises are a golden yellow, and there is no white in her eyes.
- Height:Callista just barely clears the 5' mark these days, though she may have stood several inches taller before her posture began to hunch over.
- Build:Short and stout, her body has grown flabby in places that were once packed with muscle. Many would call her overweight, but she is wholly comfortable in her own skin. Her age has left her physically limited, and she often relies on her cane to help her walk.
- Marks:Pale white scars circle Callie's wrists, physical evidence of many years spent within the confines of the Bastille.
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- Items:Protrusion x2
- Face Claim:
Essentia
what lurks within those eyes?
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Saga
what winds beneath your feet?
- Father:Montrill N. S. Tarniq (deceased, killed by horses)
- Mother:Lesina Q. R. Umber (deceased, natural causes)
- Sibling(s):none
- Spouse:Tullius B. C. Lauris (deceased, murdered)
- Historical Events:
- The Golden Years:Initially named Callista Avyrin Umber Tarniq, Callie was born into a position of privilege, her parents well-established and bolstered by their wealth. The family's private estate was the site of elegant dinner parties and grand balls. The young girl was entirely content to be pampered and doted on by servants, but it was her father who brought the most joy to her life. The pair would venture through the glistening streets of Faewin, Callie perched upon Montrill's broad shoulders, to give handouts to worn-down beggars, stopping for a simple picnic in whatever grassy patches they could find within the city walls. Her mother was a more distant presence, some jeweled enigma orchestrating the family's daily life. Nearly four decades passed in this manner, but the family's good luck couldn't last forever.
- An Unfortunate Accident:It was in the summer of Callista's 38th year that her world began to fall apart. Montrill had hired a horse wrangler to capture a mount for his daughter, now that she was old enough for one. He had scoured the local auctions, but nothing had been good enough for his Callie. He'd insisted on accompanying the wrangler into the Outskirts, but he was in over his head. The two had spotted their perfect find, but just before the horse could be subdued, its herd appeared, enraged by the attack on their comrade. The wrangler escaped with a broken arm and cracked ribs, but Montrill was not so fortunate. Lesina wasted no expense on her husband's funeral, but Callista found herself disgusted by the falseness of it.
- Desperate Times:As so often happens with wealthy families, the money began to run out at an alarming rate. Montrill's former partner had claimed the high-class inn they'd co-owned for himself, and without their source of income, their was no way to support the lifestyle to which they'd grown accustomed. Though Callista told herself she could manage just fine living as common folk did, she had seen the cold reality of having to beg on the streets, and the fear of falling so far made her cling to their slipping wealth all the more tightly. Lesina pleaded with the business partner, Tullius B. C. Lauris, hoping he might support a desperate widow and her daughter. He agreed to help, but on one condition: Callista would marry him. The girl was already of age, and the fact that he was nearly twice her age was hardly a deterrent to him. Whether it was her naivety, her greed, or a sense of obligation to her mother that motivated her, she agreed to the conditions. The ceremony was a grand affair, though the memory of it exists only in dreamlike shards that reflect light like diamonds. If the wedding was a dream, the marriage itself was a nightmare. Love was not a word that saw any use within their grand mansion, but indifference was the sole emotion that lived within Callista's mind. To display any of her pain, her fear, her anger, would have been weakness. She was quiet, submissive. She did what was required because there were not other options, or at least not any she was willing to pursue.
- Desperate Measures:An incredibly tempting option did present itself five years into her marriage. While out on errands, she encountered a strapping young man who offered to carry the dress she'd been sent to purchase for an upcoming dinner party. After a moment of suspicion, she accepted the offer. An intriguing conversation ensued, which consisted primarily of her listening to the kind stranger pick apart the flaws of the orphanage, where he claimed to have grown up. She searched for excuses to see him again, paying him for simple tasks she would have done herself without complaint. Their friendship grew, but of course, it was destined to become more. It was hardly a challenge for Callista to keep the affair secret from her husband, as he paid no attention to her during the day. All that mattered to him was that she turn up for dinner and follow him to bed shortly after. After years of keeping their relationship to the shadows, the man, whom she knew only as Roken, made an unexpected offer. He had friends who were "well-versed in underhanded way of dealing with problems" and could easily arrange for Tullius to "disappear." Callie agreed with hardly a moment's hesitation, so eager was she to be rid of the tyranny of her husband. After a few months of careful planning, Roken's friends came through, and the young woman was officially a widow.
- Crime and Punishment:To more fully rid herself of her past life, Callie denounced her parents' names, claiming only her two personal names. Roken invited her to join his friends in what they considered a noble cause - bringing reform to the city in Robin Hood fashion, stealing from the rich, ruining them entirely when possible. A life of crime suited Callista Avyrin well, her cheap, stained garments fitting her bit than any gown ever had. After years of reveling in her new freedom, she experienced a new form of imprisonment at age 63, when she was sentenced to three months in the Bastille. Gone was her submissive side of earlier years, and she took every chance she had to stir up trouble within the prison. She was released by her reluctant captors, only to return to a cell a year later. Her sentences grew longer, and nearly a decade of her life was spent within the confines of the Bastille.
- Forced Retirement:Callista spent most of her adult life working with Roken's crew, but eventually she received her fifth strike. Now exiled from Faewin, she had no choice but to leave. Roken had every intention of accompanying her out of the city, but he never met her at the gates. It took her years to discover that he'd been killed by a hired assassin, no doubt sent by one of the many rich men their gang had angered. She made the arduous trek to Morrene alone and took up residence at the very edge of the town. Rumors abounded about her, but her reclusive behavior made it impossible for the townspeople to verify any of them. In the past few years she has taken to frequenting the Tavern, though no one has ever witnessed her purchasing a drink. She's begun talking again, though most of what she says doesn't make sense to anyone listening. The majority have written her off as a senseless old woman, but there's far more to her than they've been able to detect.
Scribe
what hands ignite your fires?
- OOC Display Name:Song
- Real Name:Peyton
- Age:17
- Experience:
- Characters:
- Tamed Horse(s):none
- Untamed Horse(s):Sankron Adryn Valkire Eldingar & @vitri
- Human(s):Amalia Lisette Rylin Marione
- Notes: