Post by Calisto on Dec 23, 2009 0:33:10 GMT -8
Come, Stranger, drink of my water and share my bread.
Name:
Calisto Bautista Guiomara Jorge Fabricio
Gender:
Male
Age:
350
Birthday:
August 27th - The day before the War Festival
Species:
Demon
Affinity:
Aquatic
Abilities:
Mermaid's Breath
Sonar
Electric Shock
Blood Thirsty
Artifact:
An especially thin needle
Contains the ability Element Armor
Role:
Hermit
Alignment:
Chaotic
Let me lay you down in your watery grave...
Body
I am considered beautiful among my kind. Many of my species are full black, or black with brown or muddy green. My coloring is black with aqua blue, a color that stands out in its rarity. My skin is scaly and black, the same sort of texture you would find on a fish. I have short black hair, though some of the longer tendrils get in my eyes. My eyes are bright aqua blue and almost seem to glow. Seaweed grows from my skin, and it is also black and aqua blue. Underwater, the seaweed reaches towards the surfaced but when I’m ashore it lays neatly against my skin. My fingers and toes are webbed and have aqua blue claws. I have two coral-like ridges that grow on my head, one on each side of my forehead.
Demeanor
Generally speaking, I have a soft and gentle demeanor. I carry a tranquil gaze and kind features. Of course, to those who aren’t daemons, this presence can seem rather eerie. They feel as though I am a predator calmly waiting for its prey to make a move. I walk with purpose and strength. Although my expression may appear hesitant at times, I never move unless I am sure about what I’m doing. It is difficult to read expressions in my face. I tend to show negative emotions better than positive; all except for anger. I can hide my anger well.
Style
Like most, my style depends on my environment. I tend to go naked in the water or in summer. I am not a fan of heat or constriction. When the weather is nice, I will wear breeches and may possibly throw on a loose shirt depending on my comfort level. For harsh weather, I have a brown cloak made from fabric I wove myself. This cloak will not get wet, it will not burn, stain, or let the biting wind get through its holes. I have other clothes made from this same fabric. I am not so good with dyes, so most of my clothes are boring, earthy colors.
Other
I understand that my appearance can be quite frightening to many, even those daemons that are unused to my breed. Despite that, those who do not fear me tend to be instinctively drawn to my aquatic beauty. I am considered a gem among my people for my magnetic appearance. It is no magic, simply pure biology, and will not override the fear that others naturally feel for daemons. My pheromones are stronger than others of my kin as there is a direct connection between that part of my biological makeup and my coloring. Because of this, I am easily attractive to female daemons.
A little kindness, like a ripple, spreads into the soul of the receiver.
Loving
I have always been a lover, not a fighter. I love the water that I live in and the fish that feed me. I love the trees and the rain. I love my visitors. This is a magical world, full of wonders. It deserves to be appreciated for its beauty. I am a peaceful creature full of life and happiness despite the horrors that exist in the world. Even the darkness deserves its place. Perhaps my understanding of this world and the balance that turns it comes from the darkness within me. To accept myself, I must accept the world.
Idealistic
Without hope, I would be nothing. Without optimism, I would be dead. I am idealistic because it is necessary for my survival. I must believe in redemption, else I have nowhere else to go. I will do my part to build a brighter and better future. I will live up to my name, no matter what evil I cause when the Other comes. I will redeem the darkness within me. Some call me naïve. They say I have not seen the real world. Perhaps they are right. Then again, I have seen and done more than many people can imagine.
Tolerant
I have committed too much evil to judge. It is not my place. All are welcome to sit around my fire. The way you look, your species, alignment, what you do…None of it matters to me. Even if I think your personality is despicable, I will allow you to share my food and my home. I will not turn away from anyone. Peace begins with acceptance. I will give you that. I plant the seeds and help them grow with the hopes that my garden will spread all over the world. Maybe on day it will engulf me, too.
Other
I am not afraid to give. Generosity is something that comes quite naturally to me. What I cannot give materially, I will give from my heart. I can be overly responsible at times and will wear myself out. Travel and learning are two things that help replenish my spirit. I love to read. I speak several languages, though my pronunciation leaves a lot to be desired. I will travel everywhere. I have been known to leave my cave for months at a time to wander around. My curiosity is vast, though I do my best to keep it controlled.
In the blink of an eye, blood stained the lake.
Basic History
I was born in the lake. Lake Lockwood. There’s a small population of my kind there. They tend to keep to themselves, mostly. Most of them long to go back home. Not me. I was born here, on Krona.
“The beautiful warrior will bless the earth and build a better future.”
That was the prophecy my mother gave me. She nurtured me as any mother would. My father taught me how to fight, though I admit I was never good at it. I was a quick learner, though. A bright, inquisitive student. My tutors adored me. They called me special. I grew quickly among my peers due to sheer interest in the world. I wanted to know everything I could. I absorbed the world like a sponge while everyone around me dreamed of a different realm.
I guess I was always an outsider. The way I looked drew unwelcome attention from the females of my breed. The males hated me for this advantage. Even with my lack of physical strength I was still a threat to them. I was a shy thing then.
Throughout it all I had a voice whispering to me. His words haunted me in my sleep. Thinking back, I can’t even remember if he was real or just a figment of my imagination. His words, however, ring as clear as day.
“Why don’t you stop them?
“Say something!”
“Fight back, Calisto.”
“Show them how strong you really are…”
The words got worse and worse. More and more violent. My memories seem blurred now. I remember the face of the man who spoke to me. He was plain looking, black and brown with muddy eyes. Everything about him was sleek and dark, strong and fierce. His friendship made me feel safe. The words he said felt so…right.
One night, he snuck into my den and slept with me. He caressed me in ways I have never been caressed before. He whispered terrible things in my ear. Revenge. Proof that I was more than what I was. He said that I was beautiful like diamond, but also just as hard. I blushed then, because I was. But that was not what he was talking about. He meant my spirit and my strength. He pressed something into my hand. At first, I thought it was…well, my mind was already down an interesting road.
Instead he gave me a spear with a head made of diamond. I was frightened, but he covered my fear with delicate kisses and took me completely. I swooned. I knew then, that I belonged to him. Completely and utterly.
The next morning I woke to an empty den, the spear still in my hand. I went outside and almost immediately was met with the jeers and taunts of a group of boys around my age. I could feel the hate and rage that he put in my heart take over. I snapped then and became something else entirely. “Shut up!” I growled, “Shut up or I swear I will spill every drop of blood your body has!”
My memory ends there. It resumes with me waking up on the floor. Blood was everywhere. I killed them all. All but one. The town elder lay bleeding on the floor. I approached him and his eyes widened. He was afraid. Of me.
“What happened?”
The old man wheezed. “You…You don’t know?”
I shook my head and he told me. I attacked like a rabid animal. Most were too shocked to fight back. And my mother…She had simply knelt at my feet and wept while I ran her through with my diamond spear. Horrified, I threw the weapon away.
“No! It was…it was…” I do not now remember the name of the man who bedded me. I remembered then, though, and when I mentioned him the elder looked at me with true confusion in his eyes. He told me that person did not exist. To this day I do not know if it was the pain clouding his mind or if he was right and the man only existed in my imagination.
I stayed by the elder’s side for a month. During that time, he had to keep me chained. I kept having terrible episodes. I don’t remember them. The elder made me a pendant to tame the Other that lives inside me. He said it is a spirit made of rage and hate. The pendant will keep me stable, but if I lose it then the pent up power will cause a reaction far worse than the ones I had then.
At the end of the month, he passed away. His last words to me were this: “Calisto, my dear boy…Go forth and bless the world as you were meant to do. If you do not, you will surely destroy it.”
I have lived by those words since then. I live in a cave near a stream. Sometimes I go back to Lake Lockwood to visit the graves. Mostly I stay away. The memories are too confusing, too painful. Sometimes I dream about that man’s touch, his whispers. Mostly, I am at peace. I take care of myself and any others who happen across my territory. I travel when the weather allows for it, mostly in winter and spring due to my dislike for heat.