(Finito!) Calcifer Calderone, District SIX

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"I've always wanted to use that spell!"

(Finito!) Calcifer Calderone, District SIX Sept 8, 2011 12:39:07 GMT -5

Post by Tsarashi 2.0 on Sept 8, 2011 12:39:07 GMT -5

Name: Calcifer Calderone
Age: Twenty-four
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 6
Appearance:

Personality:

Get your eyes off my sister you twat! You want to switch places with this? *Holds up dead rabbit* I didn't think so.

History:

No more parents? What's that about! Whatever, I'll get my money soon enough.

Codeword: odair
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Because ~~I'm~~ East is Totally Awesome!

Last Edit: Dec 27, 2011 21:56:44 GMT -5 by Tsarashi 2.0

Tsarashi 2.0
Merchant

205 POSTS
last seen Dec 31, 2012 23:55:02 GMT -5

"I've always wanted to use that spell!"

(Finito!) Calcifer Calderone, District SIX Sept 8, 2011 14:22:33 GMT -5

Post by Tsarashi 2.0 on Sept 8, 2011 14:22:33 GMT -5

Typing: 6C7682[/color]
Talking: E3E5E7
Thinking: 9CB0C8[/size]

Calcifer Caldrone

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District: Six
Age: Twenty-four
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

What do my looks tell you?

C

[/font][/color][/size]alcifer Calderone was a very handsome man, he had been told. He was of a decent height, being just over six feet tall. His height had never been an issue, when he was just a young child he was average with ‘big bones,’ which his doctor had said would grow out nicely, throughout his preteen years Cal had sprung up like a weed, leaving him tall and lanky for his age. His teenage years had been kind to him, leveling off his height at a six feet one inch and filling out his stature to a healthy weight of one hundred and seventy pounds. His body was thin, but far from scrawny, due to his well toned muscles from years of fighting.

The first thing that people notice about Cal is not his height or face, but his hair, which is reasonable seeing as not many men wear their hair long. His light brown hair grows quickly, so Calcifer simply forgets about it and neglects to cut it. But when he does cut it with that small knife that he keeps under his pillows it still reaches to his shoulders. The reason behind this is because when he and his sister were living on the streets and his hair grew out for the first time Persephone would play with it and braid it when they rested. It was one of their simple pleasures, one that Calcifer doesn’t want to forget any time soon since he and his sister are no longer allowed that contact.

The second thing people tend to notice about Calcifer are his eyes. Being deep set they tend to be easily shadowed by his protruding brows. If anyone cared to look close enough they would notice that his eyes were a slate blue in color. His sister once claimed that they changed color with his moods, and that they turned a stony green when he was happy, but Calcifer never believed her. He had only seed his eyes be that dark, dull blue. Above his eyes rested two wide eyebrows. They didn’t have enough hairs to be considered ‘bushy,’ but yet they weren’t in the least bit thin, simply wide.

Wide was a word that could describe many aspects of Calcifer’s appearance. He had a wide forehead, a wide nose, a wide chin and wide shoulders. But not everything could be described so simply, for instance his face was long with a strong, sharp jaw line and high, bony cheekbones. His lips are plump, the upper having a high arched cupid’s bow and the lower being long and thick. Calcifer’s nose may be wide, but the bridge is long and gently curved. Right near the middle of his left cheek is a freckle, one that lightens in the winter months and darkens during the summer along with the tan on his skin.

His skin was one thing that was far from flawless. Though more prominent in the summer months due to the tan that off sets their color are the scars that run down the lengths of his arms and hips from occasional self mutilation. The worst of which wasn’t even self inflicted, but was a deep scar that ran down the length of his left leg after an awkward accident that he didn’t like to talk about much. Let’s just say it involved a steep hill, a rusted metal bar and a few strangers who had a thing for fourteen year old boys. Luckily nobody who mattered asked questions, and anybody who didn’t matter never saw him with his pants off.

One thing that Cal had done as both a way to get his mind off things and somewhat of an intimidation tactic, not that he needed it, was getting the tattoos. A few times a week Cal would go to see the person in the group that was best with a needle and ink bottle to have a few more small pieces of his tattoo dug into his skin. A few years and several infections after beginning the process Calcifer finally had something that not only looked interesting but was also somewhat of an intricate status symbol. Almost like how a lion has it’s mane, it was a symbol of power and placement in their group, not many other people had them. He had a high ranking place, and his tattoo and hair were probably the most recognizable forms of his identification for new recruits and rumors around the district.[/justify][/color][/size][/blockquote]

What person am I meant to be?

O

[/font][/color][/size]nce upon a time Calcifer Calderone was a very kind, accepting young boy. He didn’t bother trying to figure out people’s motives, he simply took everything as it was and accepted that that was simply how things were. He always used the words please and thank you and he even knew the happiness of having a first crush. Cal was a pleasant, perfect boy, the type that any parent in district one could only have hoped to have. But, of course, that was not destined to be his personality for long. He had changed drastically soon after his parents had moved their family out of their beloved district and into the grungier, polluted district six.

His trusting, easygoing view on life quickly changed when he started getting bullied and picked on in school for being well kempt and wealthy. He learned that the best way to deal with them was to adapt an attitude worse than the bullies and fight back. He was awkward with it at first, not knowing when was appropriate to kick and when to bite, but Calcifer eventually got the hang of it. Soon he was well known around school for being one of the toughest and most unforgiving rebel kids.

Calcifer didn’t care what the teachers had to say and he didn’t care what his parents had to say to him and likewise they didn’t really care much what he was getting himself into. He was fueled by anger and regret towards leaving district one, anger and hatred towards his classmates and most importantly, protectiveness towards his younger sister. As long as his sister was by his side Calcifer didn’t have a care in the world, he was an invincible hero, sworn to protect his princess.

The love that Calcifer had for his sister only grew with time, and that protectiveness had grown along side it like a wildfire raging out of control. His sister was small and easy to pick on so it was only natural that he would become her protector. If anyone so much as got near her his defenses went up and he got ready to attack like a lion protecting it’s cubs. Persephone was one of the very few people who were ever allowed to see the gentler, light hearted side of Cal that he always kept beneath his mask of anger and hatred, Prometheus being the only other when they were older.

Both Calcifer and Persephone were hit hard by their parents’ deaths, but Calcifer felt that he had been slightly responsible for their Mother’s ‘death’, but he felt solely responsible for his Father’s hanging. He had started arguing and blaming the man for what had happened to their Mother to the point where the man had finally killed himself. If it hadn’t been for Calcifer their Father would have still been alive. Calcifer felt guilt towards this, but never remorse. Since their parents had always been so distant he had never felt any love for them to begin with, and with their deaths his heart only hardened more.

At one point in Calcifer’s life, his heart felt as cold as ice and he didn’t let anyone know or see what he was thinking of feeling besides occasionally his sister. He was what could have only been described as stoic. But that didn’t last very long, seeing as it made his sister worry a great deal over him and there was in fact little enjoyment that could be received from that state of mind. So, once again the ice in his veins was replaced by fire, so he could be warmed by the company of his darling sister and take pleasure from his blood stained hands.

He didn’t beat people up excessively in his teen years and year or so of living out on the streets, but when he did they deserved it. Calcifer was picky when it came to whose blood he would spill, and usually they were only people who were overly rude, questioning or grabby with Persephone or Prometheus. The other half of people were challengers, calling Cal out to see who was stronger or to get revenge from a previous loss, or because they didn’t like the way the pretty boy glared at them. Needless to say they all deserved what they got.

One thing Calcifer was good at was indeed fighting. After having picked up on it at a young age he only had to hone his skills to make himself deadly. Not that he had ever killed anyone, or so he believed since he had always made sure they were breathing when he left them lying in pools of their own blood or in broken heaps on the ground. Another thing that Calcifer always made sure of was that he never threw the first punch. This of course doesn’t make him an innocent little angel, because he has been known to provoke quite a bit before the fight actually began. He was good at provoking. Even giving a simple wrong look or glare could send a street thug into a rage.

Unlike those common thugs Calcifer actually had self control. He could control his emotions practically all of the time, excluding those rare occasions when his anger finally got the better of him. He was very wolf-like in his attitude, there was logic in most of his fights that kept him on a higher status and he had a very pack oriented nature. His small pack of three. He might not have been the alpha, but that didn’t mean that he even wanted to be. Calcifer was happy having Prometheus as his higher up, since Cal knew he wouldn’t have been a capable leader.

He wasn’t open or welcoming enough to lead anybody, so he did what he could; he protected. He was a tool to be used, a weapon, that only Prometheus was allowed to control. That was why he was the man’s right hand man. He took pleasure in taking commands from his friend The man had saved their life and became their brother, and even though it had taken quite a while for Cal to finally trust him, Persephone had been the key ingredient to making the three of them inseparable.

Ever since the two siblings had met Prometheus Calcifer had known that his sister had the slightest crush on him. For a while Calcifer had been jealous of her affections towards the once stranger, even though she continued to give him attention, though it wasn’t the constant attention that he had been used to receiving from her. For a while he had felt lonely, as if he were the third wheel. But once he had accepted Prometheus as his own that feeling flew away quickly.

One thing Calcifer had never been able to quite accept was the fact that his sister was no longer able to tough the flesh of males. It was both a blessing and a curse for Calcifer, a blessing because that way she would never be touched inappropriately by strange men, but a curse because it had been so long since he had been able to feel his sister’s comforting embrace. She had always in the past hugged him or hung off os his arm, but now they were not able to touch at all, all in the sake of keeping her pure for the moon. It hurt, but he figured that someday he would finally get over it.

One thing Calcifer could have done to make up for the fact that he could never hold his sister again was that he could have taken up a lover to embrace, just so that he could feel the contact again. But he never did. There were women that pined after him, since he was so close to their leader and he had a handsome face, but never had he pursued them. It wasn’t that their offers weren’t enticing to him, it was because his hardened heart never wanted to let them in. He never felt the urge to begin a relationship with a woman, sexual or otherwise. Calcifer simply never felt the urge to share the lack of love that he held in his heart. There was only one woman that held his heart, and that was his sister.[/justify][/size][/color]

What‘s made me who I am today?

C

[/font][/color][/size]alcifer Calderone was born the oldest child to the well known and happy Calderone couple of district one. Their lives couldn’t have been more perfect, they were a happy and very wealthy family living at the heart of the wealthiest district. The addition of another family member three years after Calcifer was born only seemed to tie everything together. Everything felt solid for the young family, their finances were doing very well, what with the factory that the lady of the house had proposed in district six, Calcifer was doing well in school, Persephone’s learning patterns were right on track for her age, and the man of the house was bring home the bacon. Though, not as well as his wife it seemed.

Around the time Calcifer turned seven years old it became apparent that Mrs. Calderone’s factory was making far much more than Mr. Calderone’s desk job. The two would often talk about it over breakfast and there were occasionally some light hearted arguments. Persephone was too young to understand, but Calcifer was able to understand the main idea of what they were saying. Mother earned more money and Father would earn even more money if he were to become the vice president of Mother’s factory. But without Father’s job anchoring them to district one they would be relocated to district six.

It took a full year for them to come up with a suitable plan, since the Calderone’s were a rather greedy couple. They decided that it would be best to live in district six for ten years which would earn them enough money to retire on, and they would be able to return by the time Calcifer reached eighteen years of age and Persephone fifteen. That way their children would have the opportunity to marry money back in their rightful district one instead of being forced to live in the dirty district six for the rest of their lives.

The plan seemed almost fool proof, so the family packed up and left. Calcifer was eight years old when he was forced to part with his first crush and best friend of six years, Lucite. Leaving her behind crushed him, but he held his head high and stuck through it, besides, his parent’s had promised that he would see her again in ten years. Ten years was bound to be a long time, but a promise was a promise, right? If Calcifer knew before how much his parents would change he would have never agreed to go, not that he had a choice. They became almost obsessed with work and making as much money as they could, and it had started to impact the family.

Calcifer could see that Persephone was the most affected by their Mother’s absence and their Father’s disregarding. She began to talk less and harbor things to herself that she normally would have told their parents. But of course, Calcifer started to have trouble in school long before his sister did, since she still had a year before she entered kindergarten. During that year Calcifer was in second grade, he was often bullied by his peers for being an outsider and Cal quickly learned not to bring his nicer things to school. His classmates would push him down and rip his expensive clothes on the playground, until, that is, Calcifer finally started to stick up for himself by fighting back.

Early on in his new school Calcifer became known as the one no kid wanted to mess with. He was even sent home once for giving another boy a bloody nose for calling him a little rich pretty boy. But Calcifer was never scolded for this behavior at home because his parents were always too busy to bother with their rebellious eight year old. Everything seemed to only get worse when his sister finally entered school the year later. When he first heard from her that she was being tormented in school like he had Calcifer became furious. The next day he had stormed into his sister’s classroom like a raging inferno, called out the brats who were picking on her, and then happily returned her the toy they had been throwing. The smile that his sister had given him that day warmed him like none other. After the school day was over he made sure every single person in that elementary knew that nobody was allowed to lay even a finger on his baby sister.

After that Persephone seemed to go to him for help and cling to her older brother a lot more than she had before. In the time before that incident she had hung off of their parents limbs like that, but truth be told Calcifer truly didn’t mind his sister relying on him or hovering in his space so often. Persephone, though she was probably completely unaware of it, kept Calcifer from breaking away and falling into that dark place in his heart. If she wasn’t there to hold him together, if Cal didn’t have someone like her to protect he probably would have done many more stupid things without a care in the world about his own well being. Persephone also did another thing for Cal, she blinded him to their parent’s problems and quarrels. Because Fathers were meant to worry about Mothers and Brothers were meant to worry about Sisters.

But he still heard things that he knew he wasn’t supposed to. There was extra money coming into their home that their Mother kept telling their Father not to worry about. Around the district Calcifer heard whispers about there being money unaccounted for in the factory worker’s wage budget. He also heard that his Mother was saying things to higher-ups in the Capitol, things that she shouldn’t be saying. That’s why it came as no surprise when he was woken up in the middle of the night to the sound of peacekeepers banging on the door. At first, Calcifer didn’t know what it could be. He opened his bedroom door just in time to see his sister bolting down the stairwell in her night dress. Soon after there was a deafening crack of the front door bursting open, the force cracking the window pane next to the door and almost shattering the glass.

Peacekeepers ran up the stairs, searching for his parent’s bedroom. They must have been shocked to say the least when they saw Calcifer point them in the right direction. It only made sense, the nine year old told himself at the time. His bedroom was the room directly across from the stairs and if they had gone the wrong way they might have destroyed something in Persephone’s room or Father’s study. Their Mother was the one who had done something wrong, hadn’t she? That was no excuse to destroy other people’s things. Though, Cal only thought that she would be getting a simple punishment. He never expected that she would be dragged down the stairs and into the yard where her tongue would be cut out and she would begin her new life as an avox. Only after he remembered that Persephone was down stairs did he walk down after them, much calmer than he should have felt.

From there he first saw his Mother’s true fate, causing his eyes to widen slightly before furrowing in anger and disgust. Not towards the peacekeepers, no, far from it. Not towards his Mother either, but at himself. He hadn’t been able to protect his sister from such a cruel sight. Calcifer cursed himself. He felt that he should have been by her side, hiding her eyes and holding her tight when that happened, but instead he was standing back by the stairs behind her. The look on her face cut him like a knife. It was then at that very moment that Calcifer started to shut out others other than his sister from his heart. That was the moment when ice began to form in his veins. Calcifer needed to stay strong for his sister no matter what happened. Lucite was forgotten.

The Stoic phase didn’t last very long for Calcifer because is made his sister worry, so instead he used anger to vent his pain and suffering. It had worked in the past when he had stuck up to bullies, so he figured it would continue to work while sticking up to the world. He lashed out at people whenever he got the chance both verbally and physically. It was a misdirected rage, he knew that, but he didn’t care. He was just a kid, he wasn’t supposed to be expected to take his Mother’s ’death’ with a cup of tea. As long as his sister was hurting from the experience he would hurt others, that was how he looked at it.

Calcifer would even call out his Father and blame him for what happened, he blamed his Father for their move, for their family falling apart, for the money. But never when Persephone was around, he would never expose her to the rage that he felt towards their Father. Needless to say, this probably didn’t help Mr. Calderone with his newly acquired drinking habits. He broke down often and fell into a deep depression, always blaming himself and believing every hateful word that his then ten year old son said. If Cal had taken a step back to look at the situation he would have seen how quickly his Father was spiraling downward.

If he had, maybe Calcifer would have been able to prevent his Father’s death. But over that year his anger had stopped being emotion and had started being habit. Only his sister kept him from being completely devoured by that black void in his heart, for she was his light and reason for living. As long as he could keep her save he would be happy. But once again he was unable to keep her from seeing the horrifying sight of death. He had simply headed to the kitchen to make her favorite afternoon snack when he heard her scream. It was a scream that made his blood run cold, the jar in his hands shattered the floor as he raced towards the sound. There she stood, tiny and frail, in front of the dangling body of their Father who had hung himself.

The only thing that Calcifer could do was pull her roughly against his chest in a strong embrace as he slammed the bathroom door on the hours old corpse. She had screamed until he wrapped his arms around her which made him both proud and disgusted. Proud that he could calm Persephone and that she felt safety in his arms, and disgust at his Father, whose cowardice and suicide caused his precious sister to witness such fright in the first place. He was only ten years old when their last parent died, and she was only seven. From that moment on they were orphans

Nobody in district six cared about the now very poor orphans from district one. They didn’t have a status in that town anymore. And without an adult they were kicked out of their home and onto the streets. No one would take them in. Calcifer felt completely useless since he couldn’t protect his sister from something as simple as the weather, let alone the nightmares that she was continuing to have. He also had nightmares, but he kept them secret from her as not to scare her. No matter what Cal still needed to stay strong for his sister. He would do odd jobs, he would fish quarters out of gutters, as long as he could see his sister’s smiling face he worked to keep them alive. She held his life in her fragile hands.

Then one day out of the blue about a year and a half after the death of their Father appeared a boy who was fifteen years old. He was only three and a half years older than Calcifer, but he had been living on the streets as well and was surviving better. By then Him and Persephone had grown thin and ragged, and this boy was their savior when he have them food and water. Even though this boy had saved their lives, Calcifer couldn’t help but be wary of him, he had grown accustom to being treated like a rabid dog and fighting back like an angry wolf. His mind and body didn’t come to trust that boy for a little over two years of their staying together in the abandoned hospital that he, Prometheus, had provided for their shelter. Eventually though, much to Cal’s displeasure, he had grown to trust Prometheus with his life and as a brother. At first it was simply for Persephone’s sake, but as time went by the teen had managed to worm his way into Calcifer’s heart, in a protected place, right next to his sister.

Calcifer then had two people to live for and die protecting; Persephone and Prometheus. Even so, when Prometheus asked them to follow his cause, he hesitated even though his sister instantly obliged. It tool him a few minutes, but finally he had agreed to become this man’s right hand man, to follow him wherever he may lead. They were to follow the way of the moon, and Cal was given the position that best suited him. He was the executioner of sorts. It was the perfect position to vent his rage, prove his status, and protect his sister while following the man who had become his brother.

Even though an inheritance was paid to Calcifer and his sister once he turned nineteen, he could never forget about the parents who had left that money for them. No, he could never forget about the hatred and disgust that he held for them. They could easily have continued their perfect lives in district one, but because of their greed they were to blame for all of the pain and hardships that he and his sister had gone through. But in a sick, twisted way Cal also wanted to thank them, because if they hadn’t screwed up their own and their children’s lives so completely Calcifer wouldn’t have had such a passionate fire within his chest that kept him going as the right hand man of the founder and the elder brother and protector of the moon’s priestess. This was the person that he was always meant to be. [/blockquote][/justify][/size][/color]

Last Edit: Dec 27, 2011 21:34:52 GMT -5 by Tsarashi 2.0

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