Calixto Elias Bailer

[Calixto Elias Bailer]

{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Why don’t you call me Blue
Gender: female
Age: 17
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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

Name: Calixto Elias Bailer
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Year: 6
Face Claim: Travis Davenport

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties: Calixto has a slightly squared face with a moderately strong jaw, but it doesn’t take away from the boyishness of his looks. His ears are a little larger than average and set farther back on his head. Calixto’s nose is slim and forms a slight bump below the bridge, but it’s very average in size. His eyebrows are relatively wide, matching his messy, thick strawberry-blonde hair. Sometimes his hair was more strawberry than blonde, sometimes more blonde than strawberry. Other times, it seemed like the perfect blend of both. Either way suits Calixto fine, as it always compliments his not quite tanned, peachy complexion. Most of the time, his hair is disorderly in a weird way that you could swear is done on purpose, because it actually works for him. If it was flattened out, his hair would probably cover most of his forehead, but as it sticks up at odd angles a good majority of a time it appears shorter than that.

Calixto more often than not has animated expressions, his reactions centering around the two most distinctive features on his face – his eyes and mouth.

It’s plain to say why many people will go so far as to say that Calixto Elias Bailer has the warmest eyes they have ever seen. It is hard to argue with them when you gaze into his rich, honey brown eyes and feel that unique coziness akin to sipping steamy hot chocolate or indulging in fluffy and syrupy hot cakes. But, I won’t get carried away because Calixto himself has trouble recognizing the saccharine and ever-revealing nature of his eyes. To everyone else though, his emotions show so plainly on every aspect of his face that it is hard for him to hide anything. For example, when Calixto in a joyous mood his eyes have an especially yellow shine that rivals the sun and makes his whole expression (almost literally) light up. On the other side of the emotional spectrum, when he is depressed his eyes seem to fog up with the bleakest brown, and a thick sheen of water is blatantly obvious when he is on the verge of tears.

And his smile. If there is one thing that can challenge his inviting eyes is his charming smile. When he flashes those pearly whites in a genuine, cheerful beam, it seems to make others think he does not have a care in the world. It would be cliché to say his grins made people melt, and it would also be entirely incorrect. The first reason being that Calixto has little wish to reduce anyone to a soppy puddle – he would much rather they just smile with him- and the second reason being that, though being unconventionally charming, his smiles are far from perfect and often different. The fact of the matter is that sometimes he wears a goofy grin that is a little lopsided and dopey at times. Sometimes, when he feels more confident than normal, he smirks knowingly and occasionally even frustratingly to the subject of his smirk. Rarely ever does he smile without showing his teeth, so if he does it is a dead giveaway that something is wrong. Most of the time, though, regardless of if one or both sides of his mouth are pulled up and the manner in which his teeth are shown, he cannot help but have an endearing grin.

Physique: Calixto is six feet tall and anything but awkward. He’s slim, but toned with a somewhat fair complexion. In fact, the darkest he ever gets is rather similar to the contrast value of his hair (thus creating an unusual, yet balancing look). He’s of the athletic kind, and doesn’t mind getting dirty to stay physically active. He also likes getting to work with his rather large hands, which are surprisingly soft. His legs are lean, though he swears his knees are bigger than normal. His calves are the most defined part of his legs, though they are not necessarily huge for someone of his build. His arms are strong and warm but by no means overly large. Calixto’s long, built torso makes up a lot of his height. If one was to catch him shirtless, they’d first notice his distinct abdominal muscles set firmly between his little round belly-button and flat pectorals. Then, one would probably notice that his shoulders are not really broad at all, showing he is still very boyish in his being. That, with his oval-shaped Adam’s apple bobbing along his trim neck when he spoke, and with his neck curving easily to where his head sat, makes it apparent he is just a teenager. His relaxed and affable posture, however, make him approachable to just about anyone.

Wand Type: 13 inches, made of yew wood with a merperson scale core
Wand Expertise: Excellent for Herbology and sometimes transfiguration (it has its moments).
Patronus: A white long-horned ram
Boggart: His father dead and slowly disappearing before him.

Personality:

“I will never let you fall, I’ll stand up for you forever”

Calixto is extremely protective of, well, anything he likes or deems in need of his watchful eye. His would do anything for his friends and family, even if it would impair himself. You see, once he gets attached to something or someone, it’s hard for him to let go. Calixto gets attached easily too – if he has found something he likes he holds onto it for as long as he can, whether it’s friendship or a favorite t-shirt. No, he’s not creepy-possessive or anything; he just wants to make sure the things he cares about are safe. As such, he’ll stand up for those he loves even if they are wrong, because that’s just the kind of person he is. He feels this sense of duty to defend those important to him. Some say it’s because if he invests time and emotions in someone, then he does not want anything bad to happen to them. The truth, however, is more simplistic. He just cares. He likes people, being around people, being surrounded by those he loves. That’s the kind of stuff that’s sacred to him and so you can be damn sure he’ll look after it.

“I’ll follow you into the dark”

With this sense of protectiveness comes faithfulness and dedication. Calixto has the mentality that betraying his friends or family would be the same or worse than betraying himself. He doesn’t have a great deal of friends just because people think that he’s popular or anything – okay, he is kind of popular but it is because he’s a good, dedicated friend above all other things. He strives to keep up with stuff like birthdays, and little facts to remember about people. That’s what makes a good friend, right? But much more than that, Calixto’s there for people. Anyone at all, in fact. He has a knack for being able to tell when others are upset (maybe because it’s so easy to see what he himself is feeling most of the time) and constantly tries to be of some sort of comfort to them. It is almost strange how he can so often be naive and intuitive at the same time. Some people have likened him to a teddy bear or golden retriever- always there when you need him and always willing to give or receive a hug. Sometimes though, he can lose sight of his where his devotion takes him, and he has to remind himself of where he stands on an issue.

“Dressing up to be all this”

Despite the random messiness of his hair, Calixto’s overall appearance is never disorderly (it’s a shocking contrast really). Calixto has this need to look his best all the time. His uniform is always neatly settled on his body; his pants pleated but clear of wrinkles, his shirt always tucked in, and his tie always properly tied and hung around his neck. His robes aren’t even wrinkled, ever- it’s almost humorous. Every once in a while (or whenever he’s reading) he will wear his large glasses, in which make him appear considerably nerdy. When he is relaxing, he still looks sharp. When he isn’t required to wear his uniform, he dresses still nicer: Button ups or nice sweaters, designer shirts with fashionable slacks, and so on. Calixto adores high-quality clothing and in turn he loves looking nice and dressing accordingly. He figures that every day is like a presentation of himself, and he has the compulsive need to look personable so every impression he makes is a good one. Ironically, this need only goes as far as his clothes and material items – he could care less about his hair or how sticks up at different angles, thus explaining the contrast between the chaotic way his hair falls and the orderly and stylistic way he dresses.

“Should I stay or should I go?”

Don’t ask Calixto, he won’t know. Calixto is one of the most indecisive people you’ll ever meet- it’s rather bad actually. When he doesn’t have to wear his uniform, it takes him about an hour to get dressed because it takes him that long to pick out his clothes. Then, when it comes to breakfast, he can never tell what he feels like eating, so he usually ends up piling a little bit of everything on his plate (not that he minds doing so, he loves food). Sometimes it’s a little annoying – What do you want to do today, Cal? “I don’t know” Well, we could do a lot of things “Whatever you want!” Why don’t you pick something? “I can’t decide!” – So people usually just make plans and Calixto is happy to come along. By his third year, his friends had all figured out not to put him in charge of any verdict-making whatsoever. The majority of the time, it isn’t so much that Calixto doesn’t care enough to make decisions – quite the opposite actually- he just does not want to make the wrong choices. He cares too much, I suppose one could say, and because he cares he is extremely hesitant to make any sort of important selection.

“Time can never mend the careless whispers of a good friend”

More often than not, Calixto is a naïve teen guy. He is a little immature in that he does not think about repercussions before he acts. In this way, he’s careless. Yes, he always means well, but sometimes his well wishes backfire on him. Sometimes he makes mistakes without even realizing it. He really can’t help it most of the time, he just forgets to think about consequences until it’s usually too late. Other times though, his naivety can be endearing. When he struggles to understand things like random acts of hatred or why on earth everyone is required to take History of Magic, it’s even cute. He is confused greatly with the concept of enemies, because in his life he hasn’t met anyone who hates him – or at least, no one has told him face to face yet. Then again, the idea of someone disliking him is not something he likes to think about.

“You’ve got a friend in me”

Friendly. Ask anyone in Hogwarts to describe Calixto Elias Bailer in one word and the majority of the time the adjective you will get is “friendly”. From the start of his first year at Hogwarts, Calixto has made an effort to meet as many of his fellow students as he can and make friends. In fact, he’s made it a goal of his to learn everybody in at least his house’s name. He plans to move on to the entire school once he reaches his first goal. That kind of stuff comes naturally to Calixto though- he would probably make friends with the wall if he thought it would talk back. It is one of the things that make him so approachable; he is so friendly that he doesn’t give off that “upperclassman” vibe that can be so intimidating to first years or other underclassmen. It’s true that sometimes his openness can take people aback, but once he starts talking and finds a subject that can connect with someone, it’s easy for him to call someone his friend, and vice versa.

Likes:
+ His little yellowy burrowing owl, Concord
+ The Wimbourne Wasps Quidditch team “Go team!”
+ People
+ Sitting down by the lake and attempting to converse with merpeople
+ Pretty things “People, things, I just can’t help really liking things that look nice.”
+ flying
+ going with the flow
+ the month of May “Since we don’t really know my birthday, I just party all month!”
+ food
+ Herbology

Dislikes:
– Dueling
– feeling useless
– getting in trouble for falling asleep during History of Magic “C’mon, who doesn’t fall asleep in there?”
– making quick, important decisions
– being injured in anyway “’Cause then it’s like I can’t do all the things I should be able to, you know?”
– seeing anyone cry
– sitting still for a really long time
– saying “no” – he’s a people pleaser.
– Stand-offish people “It throws me off a little, I don’t know whether I should talk to them or not…”
– Feeling completely alone

History:

Family:
Delman Bailer – 41 yrs - alive
Caralina Ernell – 40 yrs - unknown

Delman Bailer was born and raised in Dorset, England where his respectable, upper-middle class family had resided since anyone can remember. The Bailer’s, with a long-lined pureblood lineage, were an old wizarding family, known for their amiableness, reliability, and success in various professional positions. His father was part of the Ministry of Magic’s Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and after Delman graduated from Hogwarts, he also joined the Ministry, but in the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

He met her at a Quidditch match. It was the Wimbourne Wasps versus the Holyhead Harpies – a semi-final game that would determine which of the teams moved on to the World Cup. It was a bit overly romantic, really. As soon as Delman saw her flaxen locks cascading down from underneath her yellow and black Wasps’ knit cap, he was captivated. She was in the seat in front of him, and it took at least half of the match of watching her and observing her mannerisms for him to get up the nerve to buy her a drink. Sure, he felt a little creepy for staring at her for so long, but she was beautiful and in the end it was worth it to see her smile gratefully at him after taking a hearty sip of the firewhiskey. “Caralina,” she told him after shaking his hand in introduction. Caralina. It hummed in his brain like a veela’s song. After an introducing himself and some friendly small-talk, it wasn’t hard to see they were clicking. Then it seemed as if the progression in the match advanced their forming bond; they would cheer enthusiastically together when a chaser made a scoring shot or boo the referee when a disagreeable call was made. It was easy- being so in sync with someone who was cheering with you for a common goal, especially when you found yourself connecting with someone so humanly and effortlessly breathtaking in your eyes – in that moment.

And then the Wasps’ seeker bolted up farther into the sky, almost literally flying at a ninety degree angle. There were gasps, a lunge and then… they won. The overjoyed seeker held up the tiny gold snitch in his hand with pride as he flew to the ground to be embraced by his mob of teammates. Suddenly, all was an explosion of yellow lights and firewhiskey bottles. Every dedicated wasp fan roared in elation, hugging each other, toasting to their team’s success, and stumbling through massive celebratory crowds around the tent grounds. This is where they found themselves- in a mob of moving, dancing, drinking bodies partying by a large tent just outside the field. They were literally pushed together – by comrades or fate- and finally, recklessly indulged in a passionate kiss. Then it was all a blur of alcoholic shots, movement of hands, warm touches, and an abandoned tent. The romanticism of it soon shattered, replaced by unavoidable desire. It was a careless and unconcerned impulse of emotion – a moment of inexact perfection. She was gone in the morning.

That was the thing about wizards though, they disappear. They apperate, disapperate, fly away on broomsticks. When they don’t want to be found…well, you know. It wasn’t so much that even the Ministry couldn’t find her that it was that they had no good reason to, apart from Delman Bailer’s requests. They weren’t so much concerned with finding the object of the young man’s fancy. Months later, and even Delman put that night towards the back of his mind. That is, until about ten months later when a little baby boy was dropped on his doorstep (yes, from romantic to cliché, thus was Delman’s life) in a little wicker basket and fuzzy green blanket. No explaination, no note attached, nothing. He wasn’t even sure when the kid’s birthday was. Probably around May, if his calculations were correct. It took him all the next week to name him Calixto Elias Bailer- Elias because of his father’s name and Calixto because he really liked how it sounded. He was nervous at first, because he didn’t know the first thing about being a father and because this was certainly not something he expected to happen. Even so, he quickly fell into the role, because, well, he had to. Anyway, there was never a doubt that the boy was his when he had exact replicas of Delman’s honey colored eyes. What was he to do but raise his son to the best of his ability? No, the situation wasn’t ideal. Delman’s parents were concerned about the reputation of the esteemed Bailer name. After all, an illegitimate child left on their son’s doorstep did not look well. So in response, they formulated a story on their son’s behalf – announcing Calixto as the product of their son and his unannounced fiancé who had passed during childbirth. It wasn’t a complete fix, but people could at least attribute it to some sort of misfortune. When later asked about said story by the young boy himself, Delman could never confirm an answer.

And so was the start of Calixto Bailer’s life. He’s really very content with his childhood. Like many happy little (and slightly spoiled) pureblood wizards, Calixto was provided with magical children’s books to read and toy broomsticks he could pretend he was a star Quidditch player on. There was not much of a doubt that Calixto would inherit his parent’s magical abilities, but when Delman would notice the little boy unknowingly levitating books from the top of his father’s bookshelf to stack like blocks, he was sure. Still, the receiving of the eleven year olds’ Hogwarts letter was something to be celebrated. The very next day the father and son journeyed to Diagon Alley to get a head start on school shopping. It was that day that his father gifted Calixto with a little burrowing owl, yellowish in feathers, and whom Calixto immediately called Concord. It wasn’t that Calixto was unfamiliar with owls because he wasn’t; but Concord was his. His bird to send notes to his friends that were all from him. Still more than that, it was a living, breathing being that he was responsible for – that he loved (what? He’s a damn cute owl; your eleven year old self would love him from the start too). Then, like many wizards before him, Calixto entered Ollivander’s and to receive his wand. The first one he tried set its box on fire. The second one, the yew wand – that was his wand. When he held that wand in his hand it was the first time Calixto felt like a true wizard, but it wouldn’t be the last.

Sample Post:

It truly was a nice morning. No one was around and all was quiet but the chirping of birds, the trees rustling in the soft breeze, and the hushed lapping waters of the lake. It was too early for most Hogwarts inhabitants to be awake; breakfast was not served for another hour and the dew was still fresh and glistening within the green grass. Calixto was the only wizarding being exploring the grounds at this hour (that he was aware of anyway). He never woke up this early usually, in fact sometimes he barely woke up in time for breakfast, but this morning he awoke and was completely unable to fall back asleep. So, he carefully slipped on his uniform making sure every button was done up right and his tie was securely fixed, and he meandered down through the grounds of the school. He found himself wandering towards one of his favorite places: the lake. He paced along the water’s edge for a while, testing the supple soil and vegetation beneath his shoes, before he sat himself down on a large grey stone to look out over the dark expanse of murky blue. There was something about the lake- it was the sereneness Calixto felt when he was near it, or maybe it was its mysterious nature. For instance, he always wondered exactly how deep it was, and did anybody know this for sure? He always planned on looking it up, but it seemed like he constantly forgot about actually doing it. Anyway, he felt like there were just multitudes of questions about that lake that no one really had answers too. Answers that, Calixto thought, could make the lake either more familiar or more mysterious to him depending on the results.

As Calixto dwelled on such things, he sat hunched over on the rock close to the dark blue surface absent-mindedly twirling his wand in spirals, creating ripples in the water. Until, that is, his wand was stopped mid-twirl by some outside force. Calixto furrowed his brow in startled confusion as he tried to wiggle his wand out of the unknown grasp. He was unsuccessful however, and so leaned forward on his free hand and his knees, bracing himself against the cool, flat stone. Tugging at his wand again, he felt something tug back this time. Curious, he leaned in closer to the water, squinting to peer beneath the shadowy depths. Suddenly, his own honey brown eyes were met which a round pair of shocking yellow ones. Jerking back abruptly in astonishment, he let out a rather unmanly yell of surprise, letting go of his wand in the process. He found himself clutching the large rock he was on in start, panting, and looking at the place where the yellow eyes and his wand once were. He tried getting a handle on his breathing and slowed down his panicked heartbeat. Slowly, Calixto inched himself back toward the edge of his lake hoping for a trace of his wand. There was a distinctive shadow lurking under the water’s surface, and he braced himself for whatever was about to cross his path. As sudden as before, the owner of those large circular eyes unexpectedly popped its entire head out of the water revealing its greenish-gray face. Calixto blinked a couple times to make sure he was seeing correctly (after all, he wasn’t wearing his glasses this morning) before he finally focused on the merperson before him. A merperson.

“H-Hi!” He blurted at the creature reflexively. The merperson blinked back at Calixto before emitting a piercing screech that made Calixto flinch at the harsh pitch. After rubbing his ear in attempt to ease the ringing the little being caused, he took a moment to stare at it, observing the merperson more attentively. He had never seen a real live merperson up this close before, or ever, for that matter; it was a weird looking little thing, young, Calixto presumed from its small figure and large innocent eyes. Its dark green stringy hair flowed from its slick gray-like skin, and in its small dexterous it held Calixto’s wand. It held the wand in a loose grip, casually twirling strands of its water soaked locks around the end of it. Calixto couldn’t tell whether the young thing was male or female, which troubled him slightly as it meant he had to keep referring to it as it in his head. Nevertheless, Calixto thought it an interesting looking individual and wondered what it was planning to do with his wand and if he was ever going to get it back. All the while, the merperson was staring back at Calixto, observing him as he had been examining it. He eyed his wand in the young creature’s petite hand and tentatively reached out for it. As he did so, the mer-child swam backing away a little from Calixto’s outstretched arm. Calixto furrowed his brow again bewilderedly and attempted communicating with the being again, “Er – I kind of, I need that.” Disappointingly, the merperson looked just as confused as Calixto did. It was clear they couldn’t understand each other. The underwater creature swam back toward him, wand still in hand, and approached Calixto even closer than before. Almost nose to nose, the mer-child wrapped its tiny fist around a piece of his collar, and pulled Calixto’s head with it under the water.

Luckily Calixto’s instincts had told him to take a breath before his head was plunged under the lake’s surface. He carefully opened one eye underwater to see the merperson hovering in front of him. After opening both eyes and waiting a moment for them to adjust to their new marine surroundings. Now that Calixto could see clearly under the water, he was able to see the mer-child in its entirety. It had a long, thick fishtail made up of shiny silver scales that shimmered in the light that was bending through the water. Calixto could now see that its dark seaweed-green hair was incredible long, flowing past the start of its scaly tail, and it wore multiple necklaces of rope strung with different shaped pebbles and what Calixto could only guess were grindylow teeth. The merperson opened its mouth, revealing petite, yellowed, crooked teeth; this time it spoke English, its voice childlike albeit scratchy sounding, like one may expect a frog would sound if it could talk, “We can only speak underwater.” So that explained the screeching and confusion. Calixto vaguely remembered something of the subject from Care of Magical Creatures class, but now he wished he had paid more attention. He nodded as best he could with the odd angle his body was at with his head submerged in the lake and said as best he could without exhaling his whole breath of air or inhaling the lake water, “Oh. I need my wand back please. It’s really important.” The mer-child giggled and nodded juvenilely holding out Calixto’s wand before him. Calixto quickly rolled up his sleeves and stuck his arm into the lake, gratefully accepting his wand back. He then realized though that his lungs greatly needed air and so he pulled out of the water, taking a deep breath of air, his lung filling gratefully. After a breath or two, he stuck his head back underwater to thank the merperson and ask it why it playfully grabbed his wand in the first place, but when his eyes re-adjusted to the water the little creature was gone.
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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, Blue, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[Lily Evans]

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