Post by CALLISTA AVALON HAVOC on Jul 16, 2014 22:59:29 GMT -5
 CALLISTA AVALON HAVOC Sixteen Halfblood/ (tainted with Squib) Sixth Year/ Gryffindor 9’, Dragon Heart String, Cherry BIRTHDAY: Sixteen, February the First PATRONUS: Mandrill (Baboon) ABILITIES: Legilimency Callista is a family known Legilimen. However this talent is still in its very crude form, because the moment her mother found out about it she began having Calli using it on family members which her father put a stop to the moment he realized what his wife was doing.. (She currently doesn’t use it, and is not comfortable with using it) BABY DID A BAD BAD THING Blissful beginnings Callista Avalon Havoc was to be father’s little girl. She proved alert and curious about the world around her so the moment she figured out how to hold up her head and get on all fours and crawl, she was formidable force to be reckon with. However there was one in the household that proved to despise lil Callista. Calli acquired her first true arch nemesis at the ripe old age of three days old. She was not by any stretch of an imagination a bad child, special child, or an overly un-attractive child. What she was doing though to acquire a nemis?, Un aware to Callie was that she was interceding on what Mr. Tibbs’s construed as his territory. Up till the time Calli’s mom gave birth to her little bald, green eyed daughter. Mr. Tibbs’s was love and joy of Mrs. Havoc’s life, baring that of her charming fifty two year old husband, who to Mrs. Havoc’s disdain used the word F-word incisively, normally while he was that shop he managed with his cousin, or bringing home little treasures of that lovely shop he owned in Knockturn Alley Mr. Tibb’s was the one treasure that Callista’s mother (Galilea) had been permitted to take from her old home, when she married, and moved in with Jameson Havoc. Mr. Tibbs was a wedding gift of sorts, a Siamese cat whose linage rivaled that of the Merlin himself... Sadly that was the only thing that was extraordinary about Mr. Tibbs was that the Siamese cat was inbreeded to the point that his eyes crossed even more than a normal Siamese cats. He was also anti-social, a known biter, hisser and would on varied occasions would take to pee’ing in the living room’s potted plants making everything that was planted there die within days. Little did Callista know that this first battle of territory was under way long before she made her grand debut into the world? Mr. Tibbs had already started his personal war for the precious space that was the back bedroom that over looked the garden. You can’t really blame a cat, having his lounging space slowly converted into a nursery so that now every inch of it turn a foreign shade of pink that it was insulted it was garish to the near color blind Mr. Tibbs who was still having issues embracing his masculinity because he was neutered. Callista didn’t realize it was a war, how could she when she was just an infant, so it was with a blissful ignorance that she lay on her stomach staring at the cat that was staring back at her with the upmost loathing. She in her innocent mind only saw a fuzzy brow gray shaped thing that stood out amongst background of pink. But as she grew that fuzzy thing became cat shaped, and when she got old enough to crawl she realized she could follow it. So most of Callista’s first year was spent in various forms of chase. She was just beginning the chase of Mr. Tibbs, Cornering Mr. Tibbs behind the sofa where he was too fat to squeeze under, or being rescued from said enraged cat by exasperated mother, only to begin the processes all over again. This vicious battle of wills came to a bitter end when Callista was two and half and she had cornered that cat behind a big bag of potatoes in the pantry, That cat hissed and reared up and she slammed her chubby little foot down in its pink sandal and told that fat kitty .. “No Bad titty “ Next thing she knew she was wearing an irate ball of fur that was scratching every square inch that it could touch. It was her screams that brought her panicked Mother who opened the door Callista rolled out bloody with cat screaming. “its got me.. Its going to eat me Mummyyy” Her mother pried Mr. Tibbs off her little girl thinking that the cat’s attack would have taught her spirited daughter to not annoy the cat, sadly mixture of apple juice, oatmeal and cat attack was too much for Callista’s tummy, in next moment her mother and Mr. Tibb’s was wearing Callista’s breakfast, Mr. Tibbs even after two baths still smelled of apple juice for a good month. That cat tills its passing when Callista was 7 held a huge disdain for Callista hissing and striking out at her feet if she got to close to him, normally her entrance signaled his departure he simple refused to share a room with the her. She has never really bonded well with cats and it is rather strange that she has a cat as her pet at Hogwarts. Thacher a striped Russian Coon cat with a stub tail, owns her. Literally that is their relationship she simply gives him ample love, and attention and ooh's and ahhh's over him, and he hisses and growls after about twenty minutes of affection in which he normally scampers off to go make a nuisance of himself in the owlery, so far Thatcher has been the suspect of one Owl fatality which he is currently on probation so Callista has taken to bribing friends to squirt Thatcher if they catch him in the owlery.. Something he rewards her sweaters for if she leaves them piled on her trunk. Callista continued to grow into a charming little toddler the scratches left by Mr. Tibbs where really the only scars that wounded her physically. However leave it to family to really leave the big nasty scars on a person emotional being, Her family played a huge role in her life, her father’s side for whatever reason were simply more accepting of her. Her Grandmother lavished her with the love a grandmother should. There was no mention of blood around her Grandmother Prim it as simply treated as a taboo subject not one her father tolerated or one that her Grandmother was eager to approach. With the Havoc’s it was only just a select few who would come to see her, She was told that she had extended family that included cousin’s such but they were difficult to embrace and her father only let her know that he would only allow those who could treat her respectfully come into their home, which is why she only saw her Grandmother, and never her Grand Father. Her Mother’s side of the family was a consistent source of tension, they were always quick to remind her mother of what she was. This naturally got a quick reaction from Jameson who on occasion ordered them to leave on the spot. Her mother feeling guilty watching family members being ordered to leave would eventually be left to cry. Never liking to watch a woman cry Mr. Havoc feel dreadfully guilty, but that is how it would go for a bit. Naturally Callista learned to despise holiday’s that brought un-necessary stress, because of the way she felt in presence of her mother’s family. She knowing that her mother’s family felt it was their right to make her mother feel bad did not set well in Callista’s childlike mind.. In her mind everyone was supposed to be nice, and behave. Sadly forcing Callista to endure the presence of people she didn’t like turned out to be bad because Callista would behave badly in front of her mother’s side of the family, or on occasions ignore them. Which they quickly wrote off to her tainted squib blood, which outraged her father greatly. Her mother although was quick to remind her that even if she wasn’t magical like her father she was still loved. However Callista proved her mother, and her mother’s family wrong at the ripe old age of five. HARD TO CONTROL WHERE IT BEGINS First Taste of Magical Talent ”Bay.._ B... Bay.. Bayrre- L “ “nooo remember small a’s like apple, and small e’s like egg. Ohhhhh and little L’s are like La la" “Ba…. ba..barrrrr.. Barrel.” Reading the label a few more times Callista pondered if she was still reading it right. What the heck is a bar-rel ? She thought to herself. Frowning shook it again, the contents of that small plastic tub answered with a curious rattle. In Callista’s young mind rattling meant one thing and one thing only. C-A-N-D-Y. She studied the label again still a bit confused about the contents.. She would go down the stairs, and simply ask her mum about it but the problem with that was she was not suppose pick things up off the street, much less next to a garbage pail on Kingsbury street.. It’s got a monkey on it. It’s got to be neat, if it has a monkey on it. She studied it again as the thought came to her mind that perhaps there were a bunch of little monkeys stuck in there.. Staving for bananas, and other monkey food.. “ohhhh nooo little monkeys I’ll get you out, Hang on. I’m sorry I shook you all around in there.” Callista whispered urgently at the lid.. She tried twisting the lid but it would not budge. She sat on the barrel and tried to pry off the lid which did nothing other than turn the tips of her fingers red, ten minutes later she had an old shoe lace lassoed around the lid, and tied to her door to pop the sucker off.. Sadly that idea was better thought out in her head; because all she accomplished after six tries was getting her mother to scream up from the kitchen to stop slamming her doors. Things had just become dire for Callista cause in her little five-year old mind there were Monkey’s dying in that blue barrel, so desperate times called for desperate measures she closed eyes and whispered the same words she heard her very capable mother say with use of her wand.. “Open” She felt it give just a little bit.. “Open” She felt the lid slid out of her hand which she was proud of, however that moment of pride as quickly replaced with dread as she watched the blue lid in frisbee type fashion shatter her bed room window and spin out into the wild blue yonder. She watched it as it landed on the roof of their barn. Callista was not aware of the fact that the sound of shattering glass might concern her mother, till her mother and father was in her door way a floating caldron in tow. The event of her first magical experience would have worth celebrating had it not been for the fact that she saw what all that hard work was worth, as she dumped the contents of that blue barrel out on the floor. She had been expecting miniature live monkeys so when she saw those plastic things (that did not even look like monkey’s as they had no fur and they were YELLOW like Lemons) fall out of the blue barrel she was more than just disappointed she was furious. “THIS IS IT????? WHAT A RIP“ IN ROLLING WAVES Student Life Yesterday and Today The safe confounds of Hogwarts has seen that Callista is thriving, growing into herself and learning to embrace others, her life consists studies, quidditch, and the continued pursuit of who she is and what role she will play in the world. In her first year Callista was quickly sorted into Gryffindor, her father note on the subject consisted of “Well perhaps you will be the one chance it has to be honorable, be Brave Callista the house you have been sorted into, in my year housed some of the most ridiculous people I have ever had the misfortune of knowing. This note of course confused her greatly but her mother's note did shine a bit of light on the subject.. Apparently she had been sorted into her father's houses rival and he had hoped she would have been sorted into Slytherin. It is upon her first few classes that Callista realized that life would not be easy. Just because the classes in her new school were exceedingly different from the way the way that her mother taught her at home did not mean that they would be easier. Callista home schooled was pushed hard by her mother to suceed so when Callista started attending Hogwarts she had a basic knowledge of the fundamentals of her classes. Sadly that did not mean that she would naturally excel. Truth is with things like Charms, and Transfiguration she truly struggled, transfiguration that landed her in the infirmary for the first time. She was fine in changing colors of acorns, and doing minor changes. However when she attempted to transform a Spitting Tree Frog into a pepper Mill she lost focus, and only half transformed it. She watched in horror as it hopped around obviously distressed, and its reaction defense was to spit, well half transformed or not it had remarkable aim. Callista was blind for a week, and that first year saw her in the infirmary a second time two months following when she lost her holding during her flying class, and ended up going over the Handle and dislocating her shoulder. Her second year she began to get the hang of Transfiguration making decent marks, sadly she also learned that growing things on the Families farm had nothing to do with growing things in the Herbology Greenhouses, some of the plants made Callista uncomfortable, and freak accident when attempting to prune a Flutterby Bush that was in midst of its hundred year flower. She not knowingly angered it, and was hospitalized for a third time after it choked her. The incident was a bitter-sweet realization as she realized that might not have the green thumb she had hoped for but it made her aware that she was not as detested as she had once thought that did have a few friends, and a few was better than none. Her third year another milestone was met, the late bloomer finally bloomed which meant the burning of the training bra. She also tried out for her Quidditch team and was quickly placed as the equipment polisher. It was embarrassing at first but she realized that her desire to play would be useful in manipulating her way into a few personal training sessions by the few die hard Quidditch players who on rainy days would literally play with anyone. Class wise she got tutored for Herbology, and improved her marks. Just as she began to do well in herbology a new class seemed to pop up in her place to be her downfall.. Care of Magical Animals, was by far her least favorite class it is in this class that she found the ruthlessness of childish pranks she was told that Gurdyroot works as a Doxy repelled, the result was the week-long infirmary visit due to the head to toe rash caused from the Gurdyroot lotion she had brewed up, and the Doxy bit to her rear end because apparently the Doxy she was tending to saw the Gurdyroot lotion as a delectable dressing for Callista. Callista also received her privileges to visit Hogsmeade but lost them after the second time when she had gotten lost and followed the wrong trail and was caught wandering the forbidden forest. This resulted in a Howler from home from her outraged mother whose rant caused owls to retreat from the Great Hall in by any which means. Forth year saw Callista make the quidditch team as the teams’ keeper (reserve),and the team's seeker position, which was celebrated by purchase of a new broom, and her pet owl. She still struggles with her care of magical animal’s class being she is nervous of some of the animals. Callista throws herself into her studies, and quidditch. Her social and romantic life took a back burner virtually forgotten outside of maintaining her small circle of close friends. Two weeks before the end of year Callista spots shirtless teammate which kick starts her into thinking boys are fro something other than Chucking Quaffles at..Yes Life is forever altered by means of hormones which make short work of making life uncomfortable around the nameless boy whom she never had an issue with. Fifth Year is plagued by hormones the friendships she has had with members of the opposite sex is tested by feeling that are not reciprocated for Callista it is a constant tragic story those whom have interest in her, she does not feel that way about and those she likes don’t seem to like her like the way she wants to be liked. Rejection is a constant feeling that she endures, and that year frustration proves useful though pain and anger are useful motivators in studies and athletics. It is thanks to her renewed focus on her academics she manages to score O’s and E’s on her O.W.L. exams. Her parents are beyond thrilled. She however is a bit concerned as she has now began to picture life as one of those tragic sorts whom have an inappropriate number of cats living with her.. Sixth year is still underway, but as it stands she has yet to end up in the lock ward of St. Mugo’s and for that she grateful.. But as most know the unthinkable normally strikes when you least expect it and that is exactly what occurred when her father is hauled off on trumped up charges of being a black market dealer of illegal items.. Her father is currently held in Azkaban, her mother beside herself is attempting to get justice from a Magical community who has in the past never taken squibs seriously.. Sadly that leaves Callista perhaps the only person left to handle the business of her family however with the ministry doing their raids it is practically impossible to stay focused on anything of worth.. However clarity comes in rare forms during trouble times for the first time in her existence Hogwarts is a hedge of protection for Callista within it's walls she finds strength and guidance from her professor's, she finds strength to deal what she can with her family's business that is ran by her mother in her father's absence. Though she has always worked her frusterations out on the Pitch before she declined her to attend tryouts sighting that she had enough on her shoulders, it was an announcement that upset her head of house but with her father's name in the prophet daily most know that she as more important things in her mind like keeping her mother afloat because it is a growth on not just her part but it seems mother and daughter are learning strength in his year.. And the year is still young it brings to question.. What's next.. hey guys, my name is FRECKLES! and I am rocking it at 28 years old, role-playing for roughly Decades - so i'm pretty chill with anything. i'm in the Mountain time zone, and hail from USA so how about that! currently my character looks just like NATALIYA PIRO or so i am told! I found y'all at AARON and that's pretty awesome isn't it? I currently have other faces on here known as RELINA ROYAL, ASTORIA MALFOY, ARCHER ABNER, so hit them up for plotting! anyways; peace my dears! |
