Name: Callandra Cervantes
Gender: Female
Age: That's a secret!^.~ But she appears to be in her early twenties...
Birthdate: Febuary 18
Race: Human
Hair: Long luxuriant tresses which are the color of a raven's feathers.
Eyes: Deep blue like that of the bottom of an ocean.
Height: 5'4
Wieght: 119 Ibs, a scrawny thing.
Scars: Emotional ones and a few scorch marks on her calves and lower back from playing with matches.
Profession: Pyromaniac for now.
Skills: Does doing peculiar things with fire qualify?
Senses: None out of the ordinary though she does have a keen smell for burning objects.
Type of Weapondry: Matches
Wealth: Is quite vindictive and uses her cunning ways to skim by until she can actually get herself a job and her own place.
Family: She has disowned her father and her mother is dead.
Relationships: She was in a long term relationship with Damari for five years and has been single since.
Personality: Normally refrains from talking unless she feels it necessary or spoken to beforehand. Though she has been known to strike up a conversation with some of the regulars of the Inn, particularly Dark, Reap and Victor moreso than the others. If she can then she will find a way to weasle fire into her conversations when she does actually talk. If she happens to speak about something other than her obsession it is usually to tease someone, give them a hard time or even do a little harmless flirting. She looks to love as an excuse to get hurt and thinks that love letters are like suicide notes to the devil. After having her heart broken she has become trepadatious to caring for someone but she won't admit that part. Instead she simply acts coldly to others when they show her affection or she makes a remark about how disgusting it is... though there is that occasional blush...
Values/Beliefs: Rules are meant to be broken and she will do as she pleases.
Interests: Fire
Attitudes: Cold, apathetic, stolid, impassive.
Vices/faults: Despite her daredevil attitudes towards fire she is completely and utterly afraid of thunderstorms which is quite ironic.
Confined/Roam: A little of both.
Gender: Female
Age: That's a secret!^.~ But she appears to be in her early twenties...
Birthdate: Febuary 18
Race: Human
Hair: Long luxuriant tresses which are the color of a raven's feathers.
Eyes: Deep blue like that of the bottom of an ocean.
Height: 5'4
Wieght: 119 Ibs, a scrawny thing.
Scars: Emotional ones and a few scorch marks on her calves and lower back from playing with matches.
Profession: Pyromaniac for now.
Skills: Does doing peculiar things with fire qualify?
Senses: None out of the ordinary though she does have a keen smell for burning objects.
Type of Weapondry: Matches
Wealth: Is quite vindictive and uses her cunning ways to skim by until she can actually get herself a job and her own place.
Family: She has disowned her father and her mother is dead.
Relationships: She was in a long term relationship with Damari for five years and has been single since.
Personality: Normally refrains from talking unless she feels it necessary or spoken to beforehand. Though she has been known to strike up a conversation with some of the regulars of the Inn, particularly Dark, Reap and Victor moreso than the others. If she can then she will find a way to weasle fire into her conversations when she does actually talk. If she happens to speak about something other than her obsession it is usually to tease someone, give them a hard time or even do a little harmless flirting. She looks to love as an excuse to get hurt and thinks that love letters are like suicide notes to the devil. After having her heart broken she has become trepadatious to caring for someone but she won't admit that part. Instead she simply acts coldly to others when they show her affection or she makes a remark about how disgusting it is... though there is that occasional blush...
Values/Beliefs: Rules are meant to be broken and she will do as she pleases.
Interests: Fire
Attitudes: Cold, apathetic, stolid, impassive.
Vices/faults: Despite her daredevil attitudes towards fire she is completely and utterly afraid of thunderstorms which is quite ironic.
Confined/Roam: A little of both.