Botros, Callie

[callie]

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{ A B O U T . Y O U }

Name: Abbie
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Age: 19 (almost 20!!)
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Years of RPG Experience: going on 6
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{ A B O U T . T H E . C H A R A C T E R }

Name: Calypso "Callie" Botros
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Year: Sixth year
Face Claim: Eliza Dushku

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties:

While Callie has never been considered ugly, her face has always been something of an insecurity for her. Ever since she was young, her face has been a bit boy-ish with her strong jaw-line and large forehead. She's always disliked her eyes, which are slightly slanted, but her full lips and curved eyebrows have given her enough confidence to not let it bother her. Her large eyes are almost always covered in some sort of makeup, the only way Callie finds them in any way attractive. Her dark hair is usually down and sort of messy, since she likes the way it gives her a sort of 'devil-may-care' look. Falling to her shoulders, Callie's never cut it short, preferring it to be longer, so that she can put it up and it stays out of her eyes whenever she needs to. With a strong bone structure and a pale skin, Callie's face is a sort of unconventional beauty, but it has enough hints of the conventional kind to let a little of her girly-ness shine through.

Physique:

An avid fighter ever since she was little, Callie's body is long and slender, with toned muscles covering it. Highly trained in hand-to-hand combat, Callie has always been a devout athlete, working out almost every day to keep herself in shape. Once she was fully introduced into the Wizarding world, she picked up Quidditch and has quite an affection for it. Because of this, Callie's body is constantly in tip-top shape, and usually covered in something at least a little revealing. Unafraid to show off her beautifully maintained body, Callie often comes off as sort of...easy because of the skintight clothes that she wears as well as the clothes that are less than modest. Most of the time Callie is a bit of a tomboy, wearing tank tops and t-shirts with jeans and tennis shoes because she likes to feel comfortable, even if it means modifying her clothes to 'fit her a little better'. She normally doesn't like dressing up, because she feels ridiculous in dresses and the like, but on occasion she puts up with them long enough to look like a girl.

Wand Type: 10 1/2 inches, Blackthorn with Chimera scale core
Wand Expertise: Charms
Patronus: Black Leopard
Boggart: A giant hornet (She's never been stung, freaks out around them)

Personality:

THE MORE I PUSH THE MORE I’M PULLING AWAY

”Most people just don’t get me, you know? They think I’m this huge bitch with daddy issues or something, just bent on making trouble because I feel like it. I don’t really care all that much, most of the time it just means people leave me alone, which I also don’t mind. The kids here think I’m weird because I train all the time, and wonder how I can be so disciplined when it comes to what I was taught and not disciplined at all when it comes to being taught. Never been one for the academics. Just like when I get to hit something, you know? If that means training all the time to be able to kick someone’s ass, I’m fine with that. Anger issues are easier to manage when you get to break things every once in a while. That’s another thing people don’t get. See, I’m a really laid back kind of girl. I don’t make waves, I don’t get in people’s faces, but I get the reputation of being unstable or something because I’m not afraid to fight back. You piss me off, and you’re going to learn that’s not something you want to do. I don’t like people messing with me, and most of the people that think they can are cocky enough that I don’t like them in the first place. Cocky people piss me off.”

THE VERY WORST PART OF YOU IS ME

”You’d think people would learn every once in a while. I mean, you don’t see me signing up for a spelling bee with a bunch of fucking Ravens. It’s not my strength, so I stay away from it. Stick to what you know you’re good at and that’s how you survive. Some people here, they annoy me. Think they’re all badass ‘cause their daddy has a lot of money, but I stand here completely unimpressed. Funny thing is, some of them try and get up in my face every once in a while, and you would think that skinny-ass momma’s boys would stay away from people they know can kick their ass. News flash assholes? I don’t care about your fancy houses or your nice clothes, and I especially don’t care about your social status. To me, you’re just another dumbass who got ahead in life on other people’s money, and not worth a minute of my time. In this life, you’ve got to work for what you have, or one day you’re going to lose it. I can’t even wait to watch them fall apart someday. Big pile of shits and giggles, lemme tell you.”

I PROTECT YOU OUT OF COURTESY

”Loyalty has always been something of an issue for me. It kind of depends on the day, really. Most of the time it’s kind of like, if you piss me off I don’t really care what you want me to do for you. There’s a few people I’ll stick by, but not many, because around here there’s not a lot who’ll stick by you. I mean, I’m ‘friendly’ and everything, if you say hi to me, I’ll say it back, but don’t expect much more from me unless you’re willing to prove to me you’re worth my time. If anything I just kind of root for the underdog, and if I find one that needs a little help to get on his feet, I don’t mind giving them a one-up. Almost like an investment. Give them a little something to get them going, and pretty soon if they use it to their advantage, they might actually grow a pair and stand up for themselves. Foreign concept around here, apparently. Mostly I just keep to myself and live my life the way I think is best, you know? People come and go, but I’ve got to live with myself forever, so I don’t put up with shit that people give me. I’m never going to look back on a situation and think about what I would rather have done, because I do what I want. If that happens to involve kicking someone’s ass, that’s five-by-five with me.”

WAITING UNTIL THE UPPER HAND IS MINE

”I’m not stupid. I know a lot of people think I am just because I don’t give a shit about school. Just because the teachers here don’t have me by the balls doesn’t mean I’m not smart. Sure, I’ll go to class and listen, but I’m not doing their bullshit homework just because they feel like keeping me busy. If I really need to use it in life, I’ll remember it. If not, then I’m not going to spend my time pouring over useless facts like those spazzes that do nothing but study and about have a mental breakdown if they get anything other than top marks. I don’t play that game. Once we’re all out of school, most of those useless facts are going to be just that. Useless facts. So what’s the point of me spending all my time memorizing and reading? Nothing. When the shit hits the fan, book smarts aren’t what keep you alive, it’s being resourceful, knowing your strengths and knowing how to use them. So no, I don’t know how to make a fucking love potion, but I know how to disable someone in under five seconds. Who even uses love potions anyways? Oh yeah, those spazzes who study all day and never get laid because they’re so boring that the idea of having sex with them would have to be forced in order to be appealing.”

Likes:

+ Boys/flirting
+ Being sarcastic
+ Getting attention when she wants it
+ Giving people nicknames
+ Training
+ Laughing/being amused
+ Music/dancing
+ Finding covert ways to annoy people
+ Showing off her body
+ Saying ‘five by five’ (kind of means ‘everything’s awesome/going well’)
+ Quidditch

Dislikes:

– People trying to provoke her
– People that assume they intimidate her
– Guys that try to get in her pants (ones she doesn’t want there)
– Guys that can’t take her physically
– Most girly things
– Authority figures
– People complimenting her
– The color pink
– Losing
– People threatening/insulting her family

History:

”Most people would say I had a weird childhood, but it’s all relative really. I mean, I think that most of the kids at school had a boring one. It all depends on how you look at it. Growing up in Egypt has its pros and cons, like everyone else. It’s not really where I lived that throws people off though. It’s not like I go around telling everyone about my home life, but the few that do know have always commented on how they think it’s weird. See, my dad’s been obsessed with literature ever since I was little. He’s into the old ways of living, back when people believed in demigods and water nymphs, and your strength came from inside yourself. It’s why he started training me when I was five years old, pretty much since I could throw a decent punch. We would train two hours in the morning, three at night. He taught me how to control my emotions and channel them into my fists as they flew into someone’s face. Of course, he never really meant for me to use it for violence, more of a discipline thing.

He always tried to get me to read books and all that, but mostly I just loved hearing him tell them to me. I don’t like the idea of having to shove my nose in a book just to hear a good story. Nowadays I don’t get into it much, but because of my dad I know all about the gods and goddesses of the ancient Greeks. The magic of nature and the mysteries of the world explained through the works and acts of people with real power. It was fascinating to me, and though I knew I could never reach that kind of status, I was determined to become as strong as I possibly could, so that I might one day be as strong as one. Of course, the older I got, the more I realized that they were just stories, and that there was no way that I would ever get the chance to become a goddess. I’ll be honest, it was a bit disappointing. Kind of like finding out Santa doesn’t exist. But the more I learned the less real they became, though their stories have always fascinated me. The one that my father named me after, Calypso, always made me feel a little like a goddess anyways, and it’s honestly given me a little self-righteous kick. Like his training and my resourcefulness made me better than the other kids, if only because I knew I could kick all their asses, just like Latona and Niobe. Especially when people just don’t know when to quit.

I’ve always been something of a daddy’s girl, mainly because my mom died when I was three. There’s not many people that know about it, but the ones that do always say something about how sad it is. Honestly, I don’t remember a lot about her, and from what I do know she was a bit of a bitch, so I don’t really know what to say to people when they look all sad. Growing up with my dad was awesome, and I was his only child so he gave me his full attention. I don’t think I would have been able to handle having any other siblings, I’m too selfish when it comes to my dad. Him and my grandparents are the ones who raised me, and I’ve been really close to them. They might be the only people I’ve ever been close to. Being spoiled by a father and grandparents would usually ruin a kid, but my dad never let me get away with that kind of stuff. At Hogwarts it’s a lot easier, because I can run my mouth whenever I want and all I get is detention or something. Back home, it’s time in the training room gone, which drives me nuts. My dad’s always known how to keep me in line. No one at the school seems to have figured it out yet.

Being at Hogwarts hasn’t exactly been interesting. I guess the only thing that really stands out is that it’s really easy to get under people’s skin here. The teachers always get all mad if you ask questions they don’t like, or prove them wrong about something. A lot of them don’t like me because I don’t do a lot of homework. Basically I do enough work to pass my classes, but beyond that I don’t really give a shit. It’s not like I’m going to make it in any wizarding job anyways. I’ll probably end up being someone’s bodyguard or something. Fighting with magic has always seemed a little pathetic to me. I’ve always been a hand-to-hand fighter, which has gotten me in more than a few fights here. Whatever. Boys here are complete girl thingys, so I feel like it’s only my duty to give them a little taste of what a real girl should be like. If they can’t take it? Not worth my time. With or without them, I’ll be fine. That’s how I’ve always been.

Five by five."

Sample Post:

< I got your runaway smile in my piggy bank, baby >

Trying not to pout, Khai picked at the grapes in the bowl in front of her, staring down at the light green orbs that shone underneath the kitchen lights. The beach house was a gorgeous place to stay, all open and warm and reminding her of home...but the prospect of staying there without Rab just made things a little less exciting. Well, there was the fact that all her girl-friends were there, which equalled Indi and Isabelle, and that would be fun being all girly and getting ready for the wedding. But staring down at her grapes, Khai still couldn't help the frown that covered her features at the thought of Rab needing to leave for the next twenty-four hours. She understood the whole 'can't see the bride the night before the wedding' thing, but it still sucked. Having spent the last month pretty much glued to his hip, the seperation anxiety was already starting to kick in, and he hadn't even left yet. Pathetic, really. Sighing, Khai pushed away from the counter, not really finding anything appetizing anymore as she reached inside the fridge for a bottle of water, twisting the top off and taking a sip as she traveled toward the living room. The girls weren't up quite yet, still sleeping the morning away. Khai would be too, if Rab didn't have to leave so early. The alarm that morning had been completely unwelcome, and even worse was having to disentangle her arms from around his waist and leave the warmth of his chest as he got up to pack his things. They were both silent as he moved around, neither of them wanting to talk about the fact that he had to leave, and neither of them were really 'morning' people either. At first, Khai was content to just sit there and watch him, already missing him even though he was right there, but after a while she got restless and pulled herself out of bed, heading to the kitchen to get some breakfast for him before he left. Good luck with that one, since the kitchen was stocked mostly with fruits he wouldn't eat.

Turning her head to make sure Rab wasn't anywhere in the room, Khai smiled a little and snuck over to a side-closet, keeping a close eye on the door that Rab had to come through to get to the living room. She couldn't chance him seeing, but sometimes she couldn't help but peek inside. Glancing over to the doorway one last time, Khai slid the door open and grinned as her dress inched into view. It hit just below her knees so that you'd be able to see her bare feet as she walked down the sand. Her grin widened for a moment as she glanced sideways out of the window to the beach where people were already starting to get things set up. Where she was getting married tomorrow. The thought made her bounce on the balls of her feet as a tiny squeal emitted from the depths of her stomach. Married. She was getting married tomorrow. Closing the closet door quietly, Khai sighed again and bit her lip, trying not to get over-excited like she always did whenever she thought about what was happening. It all seemed a bit unreal, like she'd never actually gotten to be with the only person she'd ever loved completely, and she was going to wake up soon. Sure, the past few months had been rocky at best, but they were better for it. Khai now knew that what they had was real, worth fighting for, because it had lasted through so many flames that she was certain it'd become fireproof. Looking down at her ring, Khai swallowed hard as the tears started to form in her eyes, even if she refused to let them fall. Rab hated seeing her cry, so she avoided it whenever possible. Taking a few deep breaths, Khai shook her head and blinked them away, heading back to the kitchen to get her soon-to-be-hubby some breakfast.

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Pressing the spatula into the bread as it sizzled on the frying pan, khai flipped the french toast over to the other side to get it cooking while she reached up and got some plates from one of the side-cabinets. There wasn't any kind of meat in the beach house, which Khai knew would annoy Rab, but she didn't have time to go and get any before he had to leave. He'd just have to eat half a cow later for lunch. Khai rolled her eyes and smiled a little, putting the plates quietly on the counter and moving to a drawer to get some forks. Rab would be done packing soon, and she wanted to make sure he got something in his stomach before he left. Plus, there had to be like, wife-points in here somewhere, right? Making him breakfast? Wasn't this her job now? Shrugging, Khai set the a fork down at Rab's plate and smiled a little. If this was her job for the rest of her life, she didn't really mind. Taking care of Rab was something she never minded doing, even though he rarely needed taking care of. That was mainly her department. Turning back to the stove, Khai swore aloud as she noticed smoke coming off the pan and a sour smell coming from the bread on top of it, "Shitshitshit." Hurrying over, Khai lifted the pan and dropped the burnt bread onto a paper plate on the counter, staring down at it with a frown. Dammit. She sighed, walking back over to the counter and dipping another piece of bread into the egg mixture and instantly dropping it into the pan, frowning as some of the icky yellow stuff dripped onto the counter. "Ew." It looked like the pus she and Isabelle had gotten out of those nasty plant things for Professor Slughorn during detention.

After making a few pieces that she deemed edible, Khai put them one one of the plates and put syrup next to it, waiting for Rab to finish packing and come out of the bedroom. He only had a little time left, just enough for him to shove the stuff into his mouth, give her a kiss and head out with Mick so they could make their reservation at the tailor. The frown fought its way back to Khai's features as she thought about him leaving again, but she knew she would see him again soon, and that the next time she did see him, she'd be walking down the isle. The thought made her grin again, even though there wasn't really going to be an 'isle' to walk down, just a little strip of sand. Picking up a piece of cooked french toast out of the pan, Khai slapped it down on her own plate and turned off the oven, fully planning on going back to bed after Rab left, so she didn't want to eat too much. Sleeping on a full stomach is so uncomfortable. Squirting a little bit of syrup on top of hers, Khai smeared it around with her finger and licked it, turning to get some milk out of the fridge and pouring herself a little glass of it, looking up as Rab entered the room. A grin automatically found its way to her lips as she moved quickly over to meet him, leaning her head back for the kiss she was expecting. Emitting a tiny laugh as his lips met hers, Khai smiled and bounced on the balls of her feet as she licked her fingers again, "I made you breakfast 'cause I'm such a good wifey."

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{ C O N T R A C T }

I solemnly swear that I, ABBIE, 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.

[Professor Albus Dumbledore]

accepted XD