" act as royalty, and more often than not, others will treat you as such "
NAME;;
CALLIOPE
[KAHL-EE-OWE-PUH]
NAME ORIGIN;;
calliope - self-given name; greek, meaning 'beautiful-voiced'
RANK;;
kittypet, loner
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AFFILIATION/RESIDENCE;;
TBD
BREED;;
oriental shorthair
GENDER/PRONOUNS;;
[cis] female, she/her
SEXUALITY;;
panromantic polysexual [polyamorous]
SIGNIFICANT OTHER;;
TBD
RELATIONS;;
TBD
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION;;
calliope is a large, muscular oriental shorthair that looks like a force to be reckoned with. despite her rather lithe and somewhat dainty form, one can always see her muscles beneath her diluted pelt, a mostly off-white complexion with grey and peachy patches on her flank, tail, and ears. her eyes are round and kind-looking, almost doll-like if not for the strange, cool, calming glare in the back of them, the same shade of green as new leaves in spring. large fangs just barely protrude from her mouth, one noticeably chipped. scars scatter her shoulders and flanks and back of her head from years of abuse and defending herself from others, some deep ones very noticeable in her rather think pelt. her ears are far too large for her head and her tail is far too long for her body.
PERSONALITY/TRAITS;;
REGAL + KNOWING + MATURE + DEBONAIR
regal + of, resembling, or fit for a monarch, especially in being magnificent or dignified
saying that callie acts like a queen is probably an understatement. it isn't that she believes that she is, but more like she always acts like it. the wilderness is her home, more of a home to her than her old nest ever was. she likes to act like the queen of the forest because she likes to think of it as her kingdom, her ruling. acting sophisticated and dignified is her only sense of self.
knowing + showing or suggesting that one has knowledge or awareness that is secret or known to only a few people
some how, whether or not calliope has known one for seasons or has just met them, or merely only ever heard their name once, she knows. she reads others like a book, just by body language and speech patterns. of course, she's wrong at times, but it's as if she can read others' minds with just a glance. she experienced many cats in her travels, and knows a broken one from a bad one, a twisted one from a good one.
mature + having reached an advanced stage of mental or emotional development characteristic of an adult
calliope isn't wise by any means, but she's a younger cat, and she's seen a lot. a lot. most things that other cats don't see on a day to day basis. she thinks things through a lot and knows how to articulate her words, as well as feeling lots of sympathy and empathy for those she crosses paths with. she could tell stories. mentally and emotionally, she's fully-grown, while physically, she's still fairly new to adulthood.
debonair + confident, stylish, and charming
calliope often as this charismatic, cool, calm aura about herself, making her almost intimidating. she walks with her head held high and a welcoming grin on her face, making her very persuasive and even suave in some situations. most have taken a liking to her, and those that haven't blame it on how confident and freely she walks, despite her appearance not exactly being the best and her voice being rather raspy and raw.
DISORDER[S]/DISABILITY[IES];;
blind [cataracts]
HISTORY;;
calliope, of course, started out as a kittypet. being raised in an adoption centre for several moons before being picked out by a twoleg kit. for the most part, she loved it. the family, the attention, the pampering. it was a good, easy life. but then the training started. the spray bottles, the boots to the sides, the whacks on the face. it scared her, she didn't know what was going on. she ran away. it was just her luck to be found by some ruthless twoleg kits that brandished a sharp-looking blade. most of her scars are from that night. calliope hates twolegs with a white-hot passion and wishes them to all burn. the roughness ruined her voice, the abuse ruined her appearance, and everything else ruined her personality. fun-loving and happy to nothing but a ghost of that. she was harassed by neighbourhood cats for the longest time before she fled to the outskirts. there, she found peace. meditating daily, working for herself, moving from place to place. it was cathartic. here is where she matured. although, if she were to ever return to the twoleg place, who knows what might happen.
CALLIOPE
[KAHL-EE-OWE-PUH]
NAME ORIGIN;;
calliope - self-given name; greek, meaning 'beautiful-voiced'
RANK;;
kittypet, loner
--
AFFILIATION/RESIDENCE;;
TBD
BREED;;
oriental shorthair
GENDER/PRONOUNS;;
[cis] female, she/her
SEXUALITY;;
panromantic polysexual [polyamorous]
SIGNIFICANT OTHER;;
TBD
RELATIONS;;
TBD
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION;;
calliope is a large, muscular oriental shorthair that looks like a force to be reckoned with. despite her rather lithe and somewhat dainty form, one can always see her muscles beneath her diluted pelt, a mostly off-white complexion with grey and peachy patches on her flank, tail, and ears. her eyes are round and kind-looking, almost doll-like if not for the strange, cool, calming glare in the back of them, the same shade of green as new leaves in spring. large fangs just barely protrude from her mouth, one noticeably chipped. scars scatter her shoulders and flanks and back of her head from years of abuse and defending herself from others, some deep ones very noticeable in her rather think pelt. her ears are far too large for her head and her tail is far too long for her body.
PERSONALITY/TRAITS;;
REGAL + KNOWING + MATURE + DEBONAIR
regal + of, resembling, or fit for a monarch, especially in being magnificent or dignified
saying that callie acts like a queen is probably an understatement. it isn't that she believes that she is, but more like she always acts like it. the wilderness is her home, more of a home to her than her old nest ever was. she likes to act like the queen of the forest because she likes to think of it as her kingdom, her ruling. acting sophisticated and dignified is her only sense of self.
knowing + showing or suggesting that one has knowledge or awareness that is secret or known to only a few people
some how, whether or not calliope has known one for seasons or has just met them, or merely only ever heard their name once, she knows. she reads others like a book, just by body language and speech patterns. of course, she's wrong at times, but it's as if she can read others' minds with just a glance. she experienced many cats in her travels, and knows a broken one from a bad one, a twisted one from a good one.
mature + having reached an advanced stage of mental or emotional development characteristic of an adult
calliope isn't wise by any means, but she's a younger cat, and she's seen a lot. a lot. most things that other cats don't see on a day to day basis. she thinks things through a lot and knows how to articulate her words, as well as feeling lots of sympathy and empathy for those she crosses paths with. she could tell stories. mentally and emotionally, she's fully-grown, while physically, she's still fairly new to adulthood.
debonair + confident, stylish, and charming
calliope often as this charismatic, cool, calm aura about herself, making her almost intimidating. she walks with her head held high and a welcoming grin on her face, making her very persuasive and even suave in some situations. most have taken a liking to her, and those that haven't blame it on how confident and freely she walks, despite her appearance not exactly being the best and her voice being rather raspy and raw.
DISORDER[S]/DISABILITY[IES];;
blind [cataracts]
HISTORY;;
calliope, of course, started out as a kittypet. being raised in an adoption centre for several moons before being picked out by a twoleg kit. for the most part, she loved it. the family, the attention, the pampering. it was a good, easy life. but then the training started. the spray bottles, the boots to the sides, the whacks on the face. it scared her, she didn't know what was going on. she ran away. it was just her luck to be found by some ruthless twoleg kits that brandished a sharp-looking blade. most of her scars are from that night. calliope hates twolegs with a white-hot passion and wishes them to all burn. the roughness ruined her voice, the abuse ruined her appearance, and everything else ruined her personality. fun-loving and happy to nothing but a ghost of that. she was harassed by neighbourhood cats for the longest time before she fled to the outskirts. there, she found peace. meditating daily, working for herself, moving from place to place. it was cathartic. here is where she matured. although, if she were to ever return to the twoleg place, who knows what might happen.