Basic Information
Gender: Female; Always has been, always will be.
Age: Eighteen; Legally, an adult
Role: Hunter; Slave.
Appearance: Callie would probably be considered short for her age, standing at 5'2, and weighing a measly 106lbs, but her light figure helps her to stay light and nimble on her feet. She has a petite build, and a flat stomach. Her hair is a light blonde, that she usually ties up to keep out of the way, whether it be in a fishtail plait, a messy bun or a simple ponytail. It is naturally straight, though not 'perfect' straight, as it still has slight waves in it. She has washed-out blue eyes, that always look distant, as if instead of looking at you, she's looking through you. She has an oval face, with full lips that are a dark pink in colour. She usually has dark circles under her eyes, from sleepless nights of tossing and turning restlessly. She is quite pale; as white as snow, you might say, and neither tans nor burns.
About Callie
Personality: Callie is a nice girl in general, just like about 80% of us. She would help those in need, listen to your problems, all the rest. But she also has very strong opinions on somethings, and though she is often too araid to admit the, when she does she is most likely to get in trouble. She is extremely stubborn, too. Once her mind is set, there is no turning back. She is quiet in general, with little contact to others, and will only be speak if spoken to.
For a Hunter, she can, admittedly, be quite a wimp. She is afraid of alot of things, but mostly of her master. Not to say she doesn't have a chance. She often feels underestimated, what with her quiet personality and tiny body. But this girl is as agile as hell, and can be cunning, too, when she puts her mind to it, though it is usually too busy cleaning something or other to drift off to cunning plans. She is determined, and she is not giving up just yet. Her fate isn't set in stone.
Fears:
~ Her Master
~ Being Beaten
~ Not Finding A Bound
~ Death
~ Overly Large Bugs
~ Unknown Objects
Strengths:
~ Climbing
~ Running
~ Cleaning
~ Listening
~ Balancing
~ Serving
~ Remembering
Weaknesses:
~ Weak
~ Small
~ Terrible Cook
~ Tone Deaf Voice
~ Can Not Write
~ Bad At Reading
~ Her Fears
Roleplay Sample:
"Callie, come, don't be bothering them!"
The two year old girl glanced up to see her mother looming over her, a disapproving glint in her golden brown eyes. "You can't do that, silly," she told her daughter, taking the ruby red apple from the small child's hands. The girl just watched as her mother took away the stolen apple, and handed it back to the man. Her eyes filled with tears, and she opened her mouth to protest, but all that came out was a hiccup. Her mother sighed. "Get up here," she grunted, lifting the young girl into her arms. She walked around the market, her eyes swivelling back and forth from the many market stalls to her shopping list. "Vegetables, let's see..." she mumured, before placing her daughter on the ground again.
"Promise you'll be good?" her mother asked her, looking at her expectantly. Callie nodded, and satisfied with this answer, continued on her way to the Vegetable stall. Callie followed behind, holding onto the back of her mother's dess as not to lose her. They reached the stall, and while mother was conversing with the shop keeper, Callie was looking aound the market. It was a Sunday, one of the busiest days, and it was at that moment that Callie spotted Mathew.
He had blonde hair, just like Callie's, and was wearing siome sort of white suit. He was holdinga woman's hand, and stood beside some stall that sold various around-the-house items. In a daze, the two year old found herself walking towards the boy. "Hello!" she said in a chirpy voice. "I'm Callie."
"I'm Mathew!" the boy replied, holding his hand out. "Nice to meet you!"
Callie, remembering something her father did, shook Mathew's hand. "You, too!" she exclaimed.
The two stood their for a second, waiting for the other one to speak. "Nice dress," Mathew said sheepishly, breaking the silence. Callie glanced down at her frock. "Thanks," she replied, a blush spreading across heralready rosy cheeks. Though her speech was slightly garbled, the young boy exactly what she was saying. "Nice, uh, clothes." The boy grinned, making Callie giggle nervously.
"Mathew!" someone called, making Mathew glance up, alarmed. "Oops," he said, placing hsi chubby littlehands on his cheeks. "That's my mama."
"You better go," Callie said quietly, shuffling her feet awkwardly. She was sad to see him leave, but this was his Mama. Mathew nodded, and turned around, walking away. After taking just two steps, her turned back around again and kissed Callie, before storming away, embarrassed.
Callie turned red, and once the boy was out of sight, began to wander off. She made it to a less crowded part of the market, looking around for her mother.
"Callie!" she heard her mother yell in the distance, a shriek of alarm. "Ma-" Callie started, before being cut off by a beefy hand. It belonged to a muscular man with a missing front tooth. "You will do," he said decisively, an evil glint in his eye. "You are small, but best to take them young." He nodded his head, before tying a piece of cloth around Callie's mouth. "Calm down, pupkin," he told her, picking her up as he did so. Callie tried to squirm from his grasp, but to no avail.
Mathew And Callie
