| B A S I C S |Name Calcifer Anne Grey
Nickname Goes exclusively by Callie
Age Twenty-nine
Hometown Oaks, North Dakota
Current Residence Abbot, Maine
Career Owns a small accounting firm
Likes Stormy mornings, Ernest Hemingway, food (particularly cashews, pumpkin seeds, Wheaties, and orange slices), discussing the events of her day, hot tea, dogs, wine, winter storms, and sitting in her pajamas all day.
Dislikes Candy, reality television, parties, apples (especially the sauced variety), Andy Kaufman, rodents, sleeping in, doctors, and cities.
Sexuality Homosexual
Unusual talents
• Very intelligent and has a talent for crunching numbers and math.
• Has a fantastic, extra bitchy "bitch face."
• She can fold some awesome origami.
Weaknesses
• Does not like discussing or even admitting her own problems and shortcomings to others.
• Has a tendency to obsess over her own shortcomings until she's simmering in self-hatred.
• Has made a habit of doing illegal things.
| B I O G R A P H Y |Calcifer has many things she could kick her hippie mother for, not the least of which is her name. Callie's childhood was a transient and globe-trotting one, spent on the backs of camels, in stinky old diesel-powered VW vans, clinging to the backs of mopeds that might break down at any moment, and sleeping in teepees under the stars, lulled to sleep by the scent of marijuana and the bubble of a shisha pipe. Callie had done all of those things in sensible slacks and shoes, with her hair tied back and a wrinkle in her nose, because Callie wanted nothing more than to be an accountant. She spent those weed-hazed nights counting stars, multiplying constellations, and diving the hours by the number of puffs on the shisha before her mother fell asleep. In her early twenties, Callie quickly found out it was difficult to work in a sensible profession like accountancy when your name is Calcifer, but she refused to change it. Unfortunately, her career in accounting quickly ended after she was fired after only a year in the field and she resorted to her last possible option: helping her at-the-time girlfriend smuggle illegal guns from the IRA into the United States. Life was good for a long time-- the money was good, the job was equal parts exciting and dangerous. It was good, until Callie got arrested. Fast forward six years and Callie is finally a free woman again. She's trying to make the most of her now-boring existence by living on the straight and narrow and opening up her own from-home accounting firm. It's awfully hard to be living by the law when there is so many tantalising, and illegal, things she could be doing.
As people go, she's amazingly level-headed, pretty determined to get her way, and never goes things in halves. With people, she's almost always the voice of reason, the solid rock, the ever-flowing spring that her friends look to for wisdom and sound judgement, although her advice is usually given in a condescending tone. She's not afraid to give herself until there is nothing left to give and is always willing to say what needs to be said, whether or not those involved want to hear it. She loves easily, but not recklessly, and Ernest Hemingway is the only love of her life she will ever know. While she's known for her down-to-earth personality, Callie strange upbringing has left her with a very peculiar set of quirks. She religiously follows her horoscope, which is about as close to a religious affiliation as she'll ever come, and will sometimes put two nickels in her right pocket to "even out her atmosphere," just like her mother used to do. As a direct result of her nomadic childhood and the six years of structured prison-life, Callie is a complete home-body and is very much a creature of habit. She gets up every morning and eats her bagel, goes to work for a few hours in her pajamas, makes dinner, and watches movies until the wee hours of the morning. She is so conditioned to her rituals, that if something unplanned occurs during her day, it often confuses and disorients her. For this reason alone, she hates holidays, and would much prefer if every day was the same, just the way she likes it.
| E X T R A S |• Owns a big black and white border collie named Wolf.
• Is blind as a bat and has to wear glasses, but when she wants to ignore someone, she'll take her glasses off and pretend they're not there.
• Her parole officer's name is Wade, but she has nicknamed him Lady Wade-y.
• Has a tendency to use bad words as pet names for people.
• She's a bit more girly than she cares to admit and likes to try an convince people that she's way more butch and tough than she actually is.
