Post by Cedar on Feb 6, 2010 18:00:14 GMT -5
Name: Callan Rowena Doe
Nickname: Cal
Origins: Callan was a name chosen by her, it means female fighter, and she likes to think that it fits her. Rowena origins from the tree; the Rowen, and it is feminized slightly. Doe, however, does not have any fancy origins. It is the last name given to unidentified patients (the first name being Jane), and Cal has kept it.
Age: 15 years
Roleplayed By: Knight
Animal: Clouded Leopard
Personality: She is not timid, nor is she outgoing. Cal is not the kind of person who seeks things out, but she doesn’t hide from those things, either. She waits for things to come to her, she doesn’t seek them out, and she doesn’t hide from them either. Cal is a go with the flow kind of girl, not really much of anything. She’s perfectly average, nothing more, nothing less.
There is, however, a more hidden part of her that is more (or perhaps less, as she tells herself) average, a wandering soul who loves watching how the flow moves her. She is uncommonly observant, though she rarely acts on these observations, mostly because she’s afraid of how people will judge her.
And though Cal might appear to be perfectly self-confident, she is constantly seeking reassurance and for people to tell her that she is worth it. She highly doubts that she is, but even so, every time someone assures that she is (insert something good here), she loves it. Even if she doesn’t believe it, she loves it.
Cal enjoys attention as well, though she isn’t very obvious about it. She won’t act like she loves it; in fact she’ll hang off to the side of the spotlight, but she enjoys every inch of it, despite being convinced she doesn’t deserve it.
Constantly aware that she might fail, Cal is a worry wart. She struggles to make the grade of average, to prove that she is perfectly normal, despite the fact that she is not.
History: Cal likes to fit her history into the lyrics of songs. She likes that these lyrics can summarize her life, to summarize the betrayals and the love.
Well, she does also exaggerate her history. Half the things she says about it isn’t true at all – in all honesty, she doesn’t remember her childhood at all. The doctors who treated her told her she should recover her memories some day, but they were wrong. She recalls snatches of it here and there, a line from a song whispered in her ear by a musical voice, the joyous bark of a dog, and then exuberant laughter of children, but this does not form a real past.
So, she lies about it. She weaves a story of a happy family, the
family she wishes she had, with two siblings, a dog, and a loving mother, with a gentle father. It is, however, not at all well rounded and if questioned long enough about it, past the names of her family, which varies from day to day, she will clam up and change the topic rapidly.
When her memories pick up, she is waking up. There are three men leaning over her, each one of them with glasses and long, white jackets. There is the sound of a pencil scribbling on paper, and then a curious boy peers over the doctor on her right’s shoulder. He was, she later learned, the one who found her, blood trickling from her skull, in the corner of a dark alley with no identification what so ever.
He wanted to know if she felt all right. So Cal answered in a croaky voice; ”Yeah, I think I’m all right… But where am I?” and the second question died on her tongue, forever unspoken.
The doctors didn’t know, and neither did the boy, who later introduced himself as Leo.
They called her Jane Doe for a while, but Cal put her foot down. ”My name,” she said firmly, “Is Callan.” the name fit her well, she thought, but she wasn’t sure where it had come from, “But you may call me Cal.” her voice was vaguely lofty, but rapidly, Cal settled into the personality that people would recognize in her now-a-days.
She and Leo rapidly developed into friends, considering their similar temperament and things like that. Well, their temperament was the only thing they could find in common, due to her lack of memory, but they were sure they’d gone through a similar history, and Cal, for lack of anything better to do, joined him on the run.
Being on the run did not suit Cal very well, though, as she rapidly faded away without adequate food, and she needed more sleep than the two hours she got a night.
Without a note of farewell or anything else, she disappeared one night, feeling oddly guilty about it the next day, but she didn’t have long to be guilty.
A man was talking to her, and she was answering the questions. Her blood type was A positive, and no, she hadn’t done any drugs (that she knew of, anyways) or drank any alcohol. The man seemed nice, and she didn’t have any reason to not trust him, so when he offered her a bed for the night, she accepted.
There is another blank in her memory after this, all she remembers is waking up at Chikorendel...
Appearance: Dainty and delicate, Cal does not look at all like her fifteen years of age. She is a mere 4 feet, 9 inches, and somewhere around 100 pounds, and not much of that is muscle. There are some muscles on her body, but she's not likely to use them any time in her life span. Her skin is naturally tan, and isn't marred by anything at all, other than scars on the inside of her wrist that she remembers nothing of. They were there when she woke up, and she typically wears long sleeves to cover them. They mar her skin in a most insightful manner. Moving on, Cal's hair is a nut brown, wavy, and a little bit longer than shoulder length. Her eyes are a dark brown, which fit into the color scheme of her fairly well.
- Height: 100 pounds
- Weight: 4 feet, 9 inches
- Hair color: Nut brown
- Eye color: Dark Brown
