Calliope
Basic Information
Bloodline Ability
This Bloodline ability has not yet been unveiled to you.
Physical Description
Calliope is made entirely of what appears to be glass, but glass that has been convinced by some ancient principle to behave as flesh does: supple, articulate, capable of expressing grace where glass should shatter. Her form is that of a small winged woman, every surface clear and crystalline and refracting whatever light is available into scattered prismatic fragments across any nearby wall or floor. She trails starlight at the edges of her movements, not dramatically, but persistently, a faint luminous scatter that lingers briefly wherever she has just been. Her wings are broad relative to her size, structured like a dragonfly's crossed with something architectural, and they produce no sound when they move. Her eyes are a pale luminous blue that appears to glow from within, the only color in an otherwise colorless form. When she is still, she could almost be mistaken for sculpture. When she moves, no one makes that mistake twice.
Her most immediately distinctive quality is her voice. When Calliope speaks, every person in range hears windchimes: clear, layered, genuinely beautiful, and entirely without linguistic content. Tone and mood are readable from the sound, urgency from the speed and pitch of the chiming, but no actual meaning reaches anyone through it. Except Arties. Arties hears the same chimes as everyone else, but the meaning arrives alongside the sound, not translated so much as simply understood, the way one understands a word in a language one has always known. The mechanism for this is not fully explained by the bond alone. It appears to be something particular to Calliope's nature and to what Arties is. Her glass surface does not feel cold to the touch, which surprises most people who reach out. It is closer to the temperature of still air, present but neutral, neither warm nor chill.
Personality & Temperament
- Communicates with remarkable precision
- Demonstrates genuine curiosity about every person near her
- Her presence alone seems to settle anxious rooms slightly
- Already treats Arties's children with visible gentleness
- Never appears to be caught off guard by anything
- Cannot be understood by anyone except Arties
- Some consider her presence as eerie
- Tends to focus on the most emotionally troubled
- Her stillness is sometimes mistaken for absence of thought
- Many people are unsettled by her touch-warmth
[A cascade of soft chimes, descending in pitch, arriving a full thirty seconds before anyone else in the room hears footsteps in the hall. Arties alone turns toward the door. —] "Someone is coming. Two people. One of them is worried."
[A single clear high tone, held briefly, then a shimmer of shorter notes. Everyone else in the room pauses at the beauty of it. Arties sets down her cup. —] "That one does not mean what he is saying."
[A sharp bright cascade of chimes, three rapid descending notes, as a stranger enters the estate uninvited. Every head in the room turns to the sound before the intruder is seen. —] "There. Now."
- Being near Arties, her natural resting state
- The estate's windows, particularly in morning light
- Rooms where many people are present and she can map everyone
- Children (Unknown why)
- Silence, which she fills more effectively than noise does
- Closed doors between her and Arties
- Being spoken about as if she doesn't understand
- Disruption of the norm without warning
- Smoke and heavy particulate air
- Anyone standing directly behind Arties