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Post by Callie Marie Oswyn on Feb 25, 2009 20:37:10 GMT -5
Callie Marie Oswyn "A little heartache goes a long way"`I WOKE UP AND WISHED
THAT I WAS DEAD,»basics
fullname || Callie Marie Oswyn
nicknames || Caos, Cal
age || eighteen
gender || female
orientation || straight
category || Pusher
occupation || Waitress at a Caffe di Sienna
power || Pusher;; Callie can "push" thoughts, memories, or emotions into a subject of her choice. She has only recently discovered her ability, and is learning the extents of her power. She does not use it often, and thinks it an invasion on free will.
`THE WHOLE WORLD IS MOVING
AND I'M STANDING STILL,
»appearance
face claim || Alexis Grace
height/weight || 5'2" ;; 103 lbs
distinguishing features || The pink streaks in Callie's hair stand out in a crowd of people. She considers her eyes very different and noticeable, due to the blue sheen.
brief description || Callie Oswyn is a petite girl with a tiny bone structure and subtle facial features. She has a very fair complexion, and is very prone to sunburns. She has tiny feet- a size 6 in women's- and thin ankles. But, her legs are strong, due to seven years of dance classes. Her hips are not very wide, matching her tiny ribcage and thin waist. Callie's shoulders are narrow, her arms thin, leading to long fingers and very nice nails, which are always painted a bright colour.
Callie's face is very plain. She has a small nose, a soft jawline, and pale lips. Thin eyebrows arch over her eyes, which are her favourite feature. Her irises are a dark, inky blue colour, and in the right lighting, they sparkle brilliantly. Naturally, Callie is a brunette, but in attempt to stand out in a crowd, she does alot with her hair. She plays with length and colour, though she preferrs it the way it is currently: short and piecey, dyed a light blonde with pink highlights thrown in. She has a splash of light tan freckles across the bridge of her nose and under her eyes, which are not very noticeable. Callie usually wears colourful makeup; she is a fan of lip gloss and pastelly eyeshadows.
`AND EVERYTHING I SAID I'D DO
MAKE THE WORLD BRAND NEW
AND TAKE THE TIME FOR YOU,
»personality
likes || Pink, dancing, being close to people, coffee, partying, white wine, hugs, flowers, kids, boys, and rain.
dislikes || Drugs, her father, her name, rodents, bugs, sunburns, her power, needles, ridicule, long car rides, and being cold.
strengths || Callie is very smart, a great dancer, a quick thinker, and a decent singer.
weaknesses || She cannot defend herself physically, has a heart condition, and is very paranoid.
aspirations || Callie wants to learn how to control her power, find her brother, and do something that benefits someone else more than herself.
secrets || There is a thin pink scar along her spine, of which was inflicted by her father.
But she won't admit that.
fears || Death, hurting someone, being alone, finding her father again, lightning.
quirks/habits || Callie tends to run her fingers through her hair when she's thinking, bites her lip when she's nervous, and taps her fingers against any surface when she's anxious.
overall || Callie is a roller coaster of emotions. In general, she is fairly calm and bubbly, but that can all change depending on the people around her. If someone is getting on her nerves, she will not hesitate to let them know. The girl's anger is fierce, her sadness deep, her happiness almost a state of extreme euphoria. Being petite does work in her favour sometimes, because she gets very paranoid when everyone is watching her, and on occasion, she just wants to hide. She is very trusting, and thinks it only fair to give everyone a chance, no matter who they are. Callie does not judge people by their past, their appearance, or their family, but by what they do with the things they have, what they want for their future. A common saying of hers is, "You can't control what's in your past. But you can control what you do with it now, what you plan for tomorrow."
Her friends are not in an abundance; in fact, when Callie left home, she left everything behind. Her friends, her sister, her parents- everything but her three year old niece, and her black cat. But she feels that it is much better to have very few incredible friends than to have alot of okay friends. She creates unbreakable bonds, and behind her fun, easygoing exteriour is a very sweet, loving person who can love someone with every fibre of her being. Her regular emotions run deep, but her love is the strongest you'll ever find. She is very romantic, as well as old-fashioned; she loves white roses and diamond jewelry, and has a weakness for guys who know what to say- not always a good thing. It has gotten her into trouble before, but she always knows how to get herself out.
`I JUST GOT LOST AND
SLEPT RIGHT THROUGH THE DAWN,
»history
mother || Elizabeth Oswyn {{passed away at twenty-seven
father || Icarus Oswyn {{fourty-nine
siblings || Edward William Oswyn {{twenty-three, if he's still alive somewhere
other family ||
Niece;; Lacie Lorraine Oswyn {{three
Cat;; Zachariah {{four
backstory || Callie was a very happy toddler. She was often wih her brother Edward, older by five years. Their mother was very kind to them, and always thought of them first. Callie's father was always working, so when her mother went to work at her flower shop, she would bring Callie and Edward. The three of them loved the flower shop, and the customers loved them, so it worked out nicely.
But when Callie turned four, her mother passed away from breast cancer at the young age of twenty-seven. The girl had known something was wrong, and when her gentle brother had explained to her what happened, the child was heartbroken. That was when her life was crushed and turned completely around.
Her father quit his job. He was devastated at the loss of his wife, and turned to alcohol to solve the problem. Edward took it upon himself to watch over his sister, and she was entirely dependant on him.When their father would scream at the girl, Edward would scream back, and take any blows meant for Callie. But that didn't help; hearing her father scream, seeing him strike Edward, that was enough to scar her mentally.
Callie discovered she was different at age fourteen, when she realized she could get people to do exactly what she wanted, if she was focussed enough. Alarmed, she tried to stop herself from doing so; learning how not to push was Callie's first accomplishment, and the only one she made for a very long time.
At nineteen, Edward was finished with highschool, and planning for college. His girlfriend of three years, Alexis, was always around, and like an older sister to Callie. Edward still stayed at the house, to help Callie, and still took their father's abuse, to protect his little sister. But then, Alexis got pregnant. The decision was made to keep the child, and nine months later, Lacie Lorraine Oswyn was born. Everyone was overjoyed at her arrival, and Callie was given two new titles: auntie, and godmother.
One year later, at age sixteen, Callie's heart was crushed for the second time in her life. She was out at a movie with Alexis, and came home to police cars surrounding her house. She forced her way into the house to see the police interrogating her father. She demanded they speak to her, but when she learned what had happened, she was overcome with shock.
Edward was missing.
Callie assumed that the government had been looking for her, and taken Edward by mistake, and this terrified her. Unable to cope, Alexis and Callie left town with Lacie, and rented an apartment when they felt they were far enough away from the horrors. They stayed there for one year, then moved again, in attempt to start over.
Now in Lorburn, Callie has a steady job at a cafe near hers and Alexis' house, and Lacie is growing up. They have a four year old shorthaired cat now, pure black with icy blue eyes, named Zachariah. At Caffe di Sienna, Callie's co-workers know how hard it is for her, so Zachariah and Lacie are more than welcome to visit. Everything is still hard for the eighteen-year-old and her 'sister,' but they're coping. Alexis' weak immune system leaves her ill often, so she stays at home most of the time, and is eternally grateful for Callie's help and selflessness. But, Callie still worries the government might be following her, and she is ever watchful, just wanting the remaining members of her broken family to be protected.
`I THOUGHT OF YOU AND WHERE YOU'D GONE
AND THE WORLD SPINS MADLY ON...,
»ooc
name/alias || I'm Vellamoure, but you can call me Vella, Vells, whatever floats your boat ;]
age || fourteen years young
experience || Oh, what, three or four years now?
who's the fairest of them all? || (admin edit)
anything else? || I love you all, and I'm very easygoing, but here's the thing. Don't whine if my posts aren't as long and detailed as I'd like them to be. My muse comes and goes, I try my hardest for the people I roleplay with when I'm unmotivated. Kay? Got it? Good; we'll get along well :D
roleplay sample ||
The leaves make not a sound under my feet as I race through the trees. I leap agilely over fallen, rotting logs and protruding tree roots, and duck under low branches. The chill of the crisp, wild air currents blowing through my short, chestnut curls feels wonderful, but I pay it no heed.
The sound of rushing water fills my perceptive ears long befoure I see the river; when it is in my line of vision, I run straight for it, and hurl myself into the cool waters. It swirls around me in shy attempt to calm my heart, washing the dirt from my brown-ochre skin, soothing my blistered heels. A branch snaps behind me, and I whip my head around; the chase is not over. I need to get away. Heart racing, I flee through the water, my green-blue eyes focused on the water-worn stones. I know this stream; I know where to step.
I do not know how much longer I can run. My calves burn, my lungs scream for me to halt. I am becoming exhausted; I have run so far. But I cannot quit, I am not safe yet; the winds warn me. Danger, James, they whisper, danger. Run, James, escape. I leap up gracefully onto the riverbank, and race away from the stream, veer off the deer trails, into the unmarked wilderness. But it is okay; I know where I am, exactly where I am headed. I know this place like the back of my strong hand.
My destination is just over this hill. I put on a burst of speed in anticipation, going faster than before- and this is quite a feat, believe me. At the very last moment, a dark figure steps out from behind a tree some few yards ahead, directly in my trail. I grunt under my breath, cursing myself, and try to skid to a stop. But I have too much momentum, I cannot slow down, I have made a false move.
I'm only half an elf, after all.
The figure raises his clawed hand, his long, bony fingers flexing in such a way that they recall to my mind an image of a bat's wing. If that wing had no membrane, this hand would be quite the likeness.
Then, blackness.
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