Post by ~♥adverb on Mar 9, 2011 17:59:14 GMT -8
There's got to
be more than this to our
simple serenade
And waiting 'till the spotlight fades
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simple serenade
And waiting 'till the spotlight fades
Number/Name: 21, much prefers Callisto
Number Placement: Lower left side of body, upper left hip
Gender: Female
Years since Creation: Is in the habit of coyly dodging the question. She’s been with the Racketeers long enough that she can’t be as young as she looks… Most estimate her at about grandmother-age… never to her face, of course.
Date of Creation: February 14th, Valentine’s Day.
Alignment: She counts herself a member of the Clocktower Syndicate, them being the group that can offer her the most comfort in exchange for her particular services.
Height: 9 inches
Fabric: High-end satin, a soft white-cream color, with embroidered roses. The red of the roses is crushed velvet. Her face is bare of roses, except for one just on the left side, which she treats like a beauty mark.
Metal: Gold, diluted a little with some other metals to give it stability. Her joints and several other minute parts of her frame are silver. Being as vain as she is, Callisto often can be seen with a square of silk handkerchief, polishing up her visible parts (and, in private, she opens her seam and polishes those too)
Anomalies: Synthetic hair, black, and quite a length of it. Usually braided and pinned up with a ‘hair ornament’ that is the cannibalized remains of an earring (those tiny little diamonds are genuine; they ARE a girl’s best friend… allegedly) and a safety pin. She can let her hair down in record time if she needs an extra pinch of appeal, but doing it up again takes meticulous time and effort… especially as she refuses to have a single hair out of place. She tends to dress up her hair in particularly interesting styles as a pastime, aside from her usual primping.
Her seam is designed in such a way that it opens onto her back, and with its corset-style lacings, is pulled tight enough to give her a surprising amount of figure for a doll; though part of it is just the way she’s structured. It appears that as far as Callisto’s soul-donor goes, the apple didn’t fall very far from the tree.
Accessories: Her hairclip, as well as a sort of loose-fitting over-robe (cotton) held around her waist with a red ribbon. She likes to carry around a little bit of silvery metal shrapnel and seems to treat it like a pipe, carrying it in her mouth or holding it poised in one hand— but mostly uses it for giving her gestures some extra oomph when she’s teaching.
Abilities: Dancing, playing music, and sweet-talking her way out of situations. Also seduction; A master of tone, mood, and posture, Callisto is very good at doing what she does… which is feeding people up on what they want to hear to get her way, and whatever information she needs. She actually has a fairly impressive grasp of psychology.
Callisto can fight, but almost never does; when she does, it’s usually only against other ragdolls, and it’s in defense of the Clocktower.
Weapon(s): Callisto’s ‘pipe’ contains a thin blade, essentially a whittled, sharpened needle, the two halves of the metal rod serving as a handle and sheath.
A far more fearsome weapon is Callisto’s so-called ‘death stare’ which has been described as making skull beasts run for the hills yipping. Although Callisto will be the first one to tell you that those rumors are greatly exaggerated, she can still be surprisingly intimidating when the mood suits her.
Appearance: Despite being abnormally tall, Callisto has learned to swing this to her advantage, and can play up her posture to make herself seem whatever height she wants, coming up from beneath, leaning down from above, or staring straight on, though you’ll never catch her doing the latter as she constantly berates her pupils for that ”Really, dear, you’re completely killing the atmosphere. Posture! Everything is posture!” Her feet are designed to resemble stiletto heels.
Personality: Callisto, at her core personality, refers to just about everybody and their skullbeast with little pet names, even when expressing her utmost contempt or spitting out malicious criticism. ”Dear, dear, dear… I’m afraid you have absolutely no talent whatsoever.” She’s very proper, very ladylike, but is also surprisingly self-confident, being able to switch between the delicate young flower act and a strong, commanding, mature persona which is probably truer to her nature. A number of the younger prostitutes refer to her respectfully as ‘mother’, as she does seem to have taken up an almost matriarchal position in the Racketeer prostitutes, and will fiercely defend the others in her line of work if they are abused or maltreated with an iron will. That, however, seems to be her only noticeable moral barrier. Beyond that she doesn’t appear to show any virtue that isn’t a ruse put on for fun and profit.
She’s generally standoffish and apathetic towards people, unless she has something to be gained, in which case she molds herself to whatever persona that person is likely to be attracted to. Callisto rarely turns full-blown ice queen on anybody unless they’ve crossed her fellows. Her vanity is certainly apparent, but she doesn’t seem to have much problem admitting and praising genuine looks/talent when she sees it… though her appraising eye is often brutally honest.
Other Information: She has some standing among the Racketeers, and runs a sort of ‘training program’ for newcomer prostitutes. Callisto is a stern teacher, and her program concerns rigorous lessons in etiquette, proper posture, and the subtle art of seduction, from just entertaining someone with conversation and company to milking them for information to outright soulbonding, including measures to avoid the creation of Unwanteds.
Callisto’s chambers in the Clocktower are lit by red, aromatic candles, rose-scented. Consequently, keen-nosed individuals can smell her coming, as the smell tends to stick to her. Measures are taken so that if the candles are knocked over, they will not start a fire, as veritably everything else is cloth; luxurious carpets (of a variety of sources; old animal furs, or just particularly choice samples of cloth). The entire place is hung with dark red curtains, one of which serves as a door to the rest of the building; another leads into her bedroom, which is decorated much the way as the room before it except the piles of carpets are relegated to one corner, and there’s a shattered piece of mirror with some nice metal filigree on it. In another hidden alcove in her room, she has a dog’s water bowl (fancy dog’s water bowl, no less) for occasional bathing and catering to particularly strange people.
Voice Actor: Donna Murphy