Age: 4,172 years old
Backstage Pass: Is a muse.
Calliope is short and tiny. She has big brown eyes, and she would have long curly black hair, except that she cropped her hair and dyed it blue. Why? Because. She has a penchant for Gothic Lolita dresses because it makes her look cool, and because people are going to assume she's an evil little girl anyway. She has a tattoo of a fox on her upper arm, which she usually hides because otherwise people will try to make drug deals and/or arrest her.
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Calliope
Muse of Epic Poetry: "This poem would be better with aliens."
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Purgatory.
a character in “Purgatory Remix”, as played by LovelyLisey
Description
Personality
Calliope is, actually, pretty normal. She tends to be on the quiet side, as she prefers to let other people dominate the conversation. However, she is not unfriendly, as it's hard to go over four thousand years without developing some social skills. She will go to any extreme to protect people that she cares about. Calliope is pretty nice, and she's even kind of wise. But she has a weakness.
Some people are addicted to drinking. Some people are addicted to gambling.
Calliope is addicted to adventure.
If given a choice, she will follow the path of most resistance. She will always follow the rabbit down the hole. If something exciting is happening in Purgatory, Calliope wants to be at the center of it. Fortunately, Calliope's definition of 'exciting' has gotten lax over the years, as alien invasions are a dime a dozen and there's always some bandit stealing pretty maidens away. However, if anything does capture Calliope's attention, she tends to become quite unlike herself. She will risk everything, just to see the adventure through.
History
Calliope is the muse of epic poetry, which means that her hobby is to go into the human world and inspire people to write poetry that is really freaking epic.
Most of the time, she runs Calliope's Tavern in Grand City.
If you want to know her full backstory, just go read up on Greek Mythology. It was pretty much like that. Except probably weirder. Because the truth is always weirder.
Recently, Calliope's adventures have consisted of her brief alliance with The Fox. When the angels abandoned Grand City for Heaven, Calliope hung out with The Fox because he seemed to be the only person trying to do something, although she was not sure what. Then she realized that he was, like, evil and stuff, so she turned tail and joined the Bureau instead. Of course, she soon became bored with the Bureau, and she went back to her tavern. The Bureau still sometimes calls on her for detective work, although she hasn't been very helpful recently. However, the new 'soul murders' have piqued her interest...
Calliope has heightened reflexes and strength as the result of being an immortal creature. She also can fight pretty well with a sword. People often critique her for being cliche for using a sword, but her defense has always been, "Hey! Beowulf taught me!"
So begins...
Calliope's Story
They had reached her tavern. "There's only one way to settle this," said Calliope, opening the door. "A poetry-off. Also known as open mike night." She pointed to the back of the tavern, where there was a microphone with a spotlight trained on it. "Winner gets free drinks for eternity. J.J.J, if you don't win, then no more free drinks. You are my student. You should be able to defeat her." [Kit] "I want to enter," he said to Calliope, who was still ignoring her. Please! I want to enter! It sounds like so much fun!" Finally, Calliope assented with a nod, and a cheerful Kit clapped his hands together with a grin.
"Sure," said Calliope, bringing his drinks. She set them on the bar. "Flo, you guys will recite into that microphone." She pointed to the back of the tavern, where the microphone was.
Calliope approached Flo at the microphone and tapped her on the shoulder. "Can I have the mike for a moment?"
Calliope took the microphone and cleared her throat. "Ahem. Hello. My name is Calliope. This is my tavern. Just so everyone is aware, I spit into the drinks of people who don't tip. So please be mindful of that in the future. Tonight, we are having an open mike night - with a twist. The person who recites the best poetry, wins. The prize is free drinks for life. The contestants are as follows; Florissa, of the Flaming Trap gang, and Joseph, my protege. Kit wanted to join, but I don't like him. I will be the judge. Here's how it will work - there will be three rounds, in which each person will recite a poem. I will secretly decide who wins each round, and then I will announce the results - and the winner - at the end of all three rounds. Please enjoy the poems." She gave the microphone back to Florissa and stepped away from the stage. ((Gotta go afk for anywhere from 20 - 40 minutes, so you guys can continue without me for now. :) ))
Somehow, they had gotten through the poetry contest without J.J.J killing anyone in the room through the power of his depression. Still, the tavern was in a poor state. There was a lot of gray, and people looked generally unhappy.
And Calliope found herself in a difficult position. Because all of the poetry had shown great promise. But only one poem had been epic.
With a heavy heart, Calliope took the podium. “Florissa won,” she began. “She won the last round because her poem was long and involved a sheriff, which means it was epic. But she lost the first two rounds. J.J.J lost all three rounds. Kit was never in the contest to begin with. Therefore, there is no winner.” She placed the microphone back in the stand and turned to the contestants, holding out her hand. “Entrance fee, please. Fifty dollars.”
And Calliope found herself in a difficult position. Because all of the poetry had shown great promise. But only one poem had been epic.
With a heavy heart, Calliope took the podium. “Florissa won,” she began. “She won the last round because her poem was long and involved a sheriff, which means it was epic. But she lost the first two rounds. J.J.J lost all three rounds. Kit was never in the contest to begin with. Therefore, there is no winner.” She placed the microphone back in the stand and turned to the contestants, holding out her hand. “Entrance fee, please. Fifty dollars.”
"I wouldn't consider any of your other poems to be 'winning'. I have morals. I can't reward non-epic poetry." She looked at J.J.J "Did I forget to discuss the entrance fee? Nothing is free."
"You're right." Calliope pouted and looked downcast. "I guess I gave you guys the contest for free. And Joseph, those are free, but because you lost, I can no longer give you free drinks." She sighed. "To make up for the revenue lost from the entrance fee, you guys will have to pay double for your drinks from now on. That will be probably add up to much more than fifty dollars in the long run, so you might as well pay now."
"That's true. Okay, Joseph." She held out her hand to him. "Cough up. And consider this is a lesson. For a poem to be good, it needs to be long and involve a Mexican standoff."
"Depends. Fox does a lot of stuff, and I've gotten kind of used to him. Tell me, and I'll tell you if it was worth fifty dollars.
Calliope had a hangover, After her protege had lost last night to a common thug, she had been rethinking her life. Could it be that she actually...actually...wasn't a good judge of promising poets? Rethinking her life, in Calliope's terms, meant lots and lots of drinking. So she got up late now, rolling out of bed and throwing on a t-shirt and jeans. She opened the door and walked into the bar, yawning. She would have to wake up quick. Joseph had given her some fascinating information last night, and she wanted to investigate.
Calliope groaned at the mere mention of alcohol. "A lot of vodka, then," she replied wearily. "Fagin, have you ever heard of this place?" Calliope told him the address that Joseph had given her last night. "Apparently something really seedy is going on over there. So I was wondering if you were involved," she finished bluntly.
"Hmm." Calliope poured herself another shot of vodka, since that was the only appropriate way to treat a hangover. She downed it and looked up at Fagin. "How about now?"
Calliope held her hands out with a pout, a bit like a baby might do after having had their favorite toy taken away. She recovered quickly, leaning down to fetch her sword from under the bar. "Just in case," she said, looking up at Fagin. "I think this place is run by Fox? Better go dressed for the part." She rolled up the sleeve on one arm, revealing the fox tattoo that was supposed to mean that she was loyal to Fox. Nowadays, all it meant was that she was too lazy/cheap to have it removed. And that she liked foxes. "Oh, one second," She also fetched pad and pencil from under the bar, and wrote a note: Dear Olivia, Went here: She wrote the address - if you wanna come. Definitely bring your sword. Just in case. She pinned the note on the door and turned to Fagin. "All good? You ready?"
Calliope's eyes went big and even kind of shiny. It was the sort of look someone might give if they were excited about their new puppy. "Olivia is a mermaid princess from Atlantis ~" she said in a sing-song voice. "She's staying here, until her realm comes back under control. There was some kind of coup or something." She suddenly scowled. "Olivia is an honored guest, so none of your shenanigans." She decided not to mention that Olivia was tiny and thirteen.