Post by Calendrea Hughes on Sept 25, 2016 19:18:11 GMT -5
Q U I N C Y
Klein, Calendrea
The Monk of Destruction
At a Glance
Age: 18, September 19th, 1998; Virgo
Gender: Female
Height & Weight: 5’1”, 110 lbs.
Hair & Eyes: Flaxen towhead, light brown eyes with amber highlights.
Positive Traits: Protective, Contemplative, Confident, Charitable, Calm, Versatile
Negative Traits: Volatile, Kleptomaniac, Judgmental, Obstinate, Dependent, Cold
Loyalties: Her brother, Bastian Kruger, and herself.
Snapshots:
Origin [1998 – 2006]
- Born September 19th, 1998; Berlin, Germany.
- Kicked out of three Kindergärten due to accusations of theft, finally enrolled in Montessori.
- Two years of Catholic School. Onset of disdain for the clergy. Beings training in parkour.
- She and her brother leave Berlin after the death of their parents. First manifestation of ‘out of body’ experience. Move through Poland and into a circuitous route through Eastern Europe.
- Calendrea resists her brother Bastian, frightened of the training that he received from their mother. Focus on physical training of Parkour.
- Accepts the Quincy training. Formation of her unrefined spirit weapon at 10 years of age.
- Age 13, used her spirit weapon to slay an abusive client who brutalized her prostitute neighbor in Venice.
- Return to Germany [October 2016]
- Meets Matthias Müller, Quincy of the East Coast Alliance [2016]
- Meets Maix, Shinigami [2016]
- Moves to Karakura Town [2016]
On The Surface
Do golden eyes perceive when illumination wanes? All that remains is but smoldering warmth, choked by the darkest browns of earth. Is there fire beneath the blanketing snow that adorns your crown? Does blood rush beyond the porcelain veneer which houses the bleakest of souls? Why then, that splash of rose to paints your lips? Tis but a lie. No heart beats with your breast. Shhh, little one; part not your lips. Hold silent your secrets that none do wish to hear...
Physical Description:
With flaxen hair, pale skin, and high forehead over deep set eyes, Calendrea presents the picture of a curious genetic lottery in which the recessive manifests. With rarity she will restrain her mane of hair, but it is much more usual for her to permit it to hang down her back where its evenly cut ends linger just shy of her belted waist. Brown eyes, however, contradict her wan visage and often reflect sunlight with amber highlights. A pair of untamed brows perch over her eyes to soften the piercing gaze of her stare. Her full and prominent lips lie beneath an aquiline nose, and are perhaps the crowning trait of her appearance. Being expressive to a multitude of emotions, her smile has been known to melt the heart of the coldest street vendor. Curiously, such smiles never seem to fill her eyes with the same intensity with which they grace her sensual mouth. While it is true these lips lay claim to the ripest maturity of color upon her form, an often present fixture to mar their graceful line is a Davidoff menthol light she is prone to smoke.
Lack of stature is not in the least disconcerting to the young child of the streets; tight spaces, escape routes to slip through, and hidden recesses of her urban setting provided less hindrances due to her minimalistic size. Limbs that were honed to a level of fitness that could only come through her peculiar mode of traversing the city’s hidden routes, serve the young traceur well.
Despite her long years of traipsing across the continent, her appearance is not in the least unkempt. One would not be suspect of her vagrant existence based upon her attire or her level of cleanliness. Although she changes her costume to fit the situation, her usual choice of fashion consists of a black pea jacket, white tank top, and faded blue jeans which terminate over her low-quarter black and white chucks. Those within range may chance to catch a faint hint of orange, cinnamon, or basil depending upon her choice of morning ablutions. While tending toward attire that is not provocative, her one guilty pleasure lies in wildly colorful socks; the more outrageous and flamboyant the better. Other than that, her only adornments are the tiny tattoo of a heart upon her right cheek, in remembrance of happier days, and the silver brooch upon the left lapel of her jacket that was her mother’s Spirit Cross.
Upon spying the casually attired young woman, the first thing one might notice is her air of confidence. It is evident in the manner she walks, for there is no hesitancy in her movements. Her general carriage, upright and fully fluid in motion, proceeds through a crowded street with unspoken authority. Remarkable in this day and age is her tendency to make eye contact with those she passes on the street. It is as though she has nothing to fear or to hide from her fellow passers-by. And yet if one were to chance hear her speak, it would be her voice that would linger in the mind. Soft and with clarity of intonation, her moderate rate of speech makes her soprano tones easily understood. While her voice cannot be said to be sultry, it has certain warmth to its timbre that is soothing to one’s ear.
Spiritual Description: “semer le basilica” or “to sew the basil”
Calendrea's Reiatsu manifests with a light blue aura about her mouth and hands, which perfumes the air with the fragrant scent of Basil. Emotional sensations often accompany its release and fluctuate along with her own to imprint upon her Reiatsu. As the aromatic scent rises and falls, so too do the sensations of the woman's emotions.
At times the aromatic herb conveys a sense of calm upon those in its presence. Conversely there are moments when one is struck by intense rage and hatred bubbling through. During those episodes, the aura of light expands greatly to run along her arms, down her throat, and converge upon her chest. For the most part these fluctuations are imperceptible save during great time of personal unrest and uncertainty.
Behind The Eyes
Personality:
Calendrea’s personality has been shaped by her ever changing environment, while some aspects have been undeniably hers by nature rather than nurture. A precocious child, saying whatever was on her mind, she used a vocabulary more suited to that of an adult. This maturity beyond her years has continued, though it has been tempered with a civil tongue; most of the time. Admittedly she does vent her spleen quite vocally but these eruptive streams of bile are usually reserved for her brother’s ears alone; lucky Bastian. It’s just that people seriously piss her off. She has little tolerance for stupidity, though views ignorance at least as something that can be cured. For the most part she keeps a tight lid upon her inner rage, but from time to time…well people just ask for it, you know? Some even beg on bended knee. Like that bartender at the rathskeller near Tiergarten Park with the missing front teeth. PIG!
Why yes, she is obstinate and judgmental. The thing is, she really IS right all of the time. And if people would just come to understand and accept this from the start everyone’s life would be so much better. After all, she is equipped with a logical and analytical mind, and her skepticism can easily poke holes in other’s blind faith. Calendrea possesses an inherent reserved and loner-like quality which makes her very slow to warm up to others. She prefers to play it safe in her relationships and comes off as being cold. Her approach to life is quite logical and she feels little need to explain herself or her actions. These should be self-evident to any thinking being on the planet. She can be quite nonchalant, pretentious, and full of self-importance; isn’t everyone? It is the small mindedness of others and disloyalty that will spark her ire and can precipitate some pretty self-righteous and quarrelsome reactions. Waste in general annoys her beyond words to explain. She does possess sensitivity to those who are suffering, and is in fact quite interested in other people’s problems. However, her advice can seem hard to more sensitive folk as in the long run she can become cool and even unsympathetic toward people who refuse to help themselves. Naturally if they took her advice, everything would work out just fine. Some people were just obstinate like that and she often prayed for strength to endure their idiosyncrasies. One had to be patient with those who lacked mental faculties anyway, right? It was just the charitable thing to do.
Her numerous encounters with corruption and hypocrisy have only solidified her disdain for authority figures in general, with a particular hatred for the clergy. The depths of hell were simply not a pit large enough to contain the likes of that useless drain upon society; charlatans everyone. She sure could tell them what to do with their ‘seed’ money. Police? Corrupt. Politicians? Liars. Basically everyone has an agenda and the point of life was to come out on the top of the heap. Failing that, don’t get trampled when the mob mentality takes over and stampedes the banks! She just knew that Aerosmith had it right when they suggested we Eat the Rich. This propensity to make snap judgments about people arose from the need to quickly identify weaknesses to exploit in her bid for survival. While it is possible to get through Calendrea’s stereotyping of others, she definitely is a strong and independent thinker who is quite proud of her opinions and thoughts.
The compulsion toward kleptomania took hold of her at an early age and it is one she keeps secret. All across Europe are little safety deposit boxes that house her trove of treasures. While she likes to tell herself that it’s really her sentimentality that gets the better of her. A transitory existence is hard on a little one, and so just a small keepsake, you know? To remind her of that beautiful beach in Vienna where she and her brother had fun learning how to surf and she got the worst sun burn of her life? That debutante didn’t need both those diamond studded earrings anyway. She was just some sleaze ogling Bastian and was asking for it, to be honest. The reality of her disorder is more chemical in nature, and it is simply the thrill of this compulsive behavior which acts as to reward with pleasure.
What of her views on love? Yeah right. All that men exist to do was abuse and betray and that was the end of that story. Oh sure they could be fun and all that, but it was thank you sir don’t call me in the morning. It is, however, no surprise that her brother is excluded from this dark view on men and she exhibits a protective as well as a dependent nature toward him. The concerns of herself and her brother outweigh all other factors without exception. Being the sole surviving member of her family, she watches over him with just as much zeal as he does her. Her dependency is borderline obsessiveness. It’s not that she can’t function on her own. She is a very capable woman with a wealth of skills. It’s just that sometimes when her brother is late getting back she, well, panics a bit. What if something happened to him? Might he be out there all alone being devoured by some Hollow? What would she do if he were to die? It is a constant struggle, one that sees her pacing the streets anxiously whenever they are parted for an extended amount of time.
Calendrea learned that to walk with confidence makes people think you have every right to be exactly where you are. What started out as bravado, a simple act to blend into a crowd or con a mark, became a practiced and honed ability that takes little forethought these days. She rarely feels out of place but exudes a casual sense of comfort not only within her body, honed through years of parkour training, but within whatever crowd she mingles. Her sense of order greatly enhances her security and thus she has come to exude an air of quiet confidence. Although she is prone to brushing off compliments in a self-effacing manner, she does rather secretly enjoy being appreciated for her obvious talents. This attitude of confidence permeates her persona manifesting in the ease with which she converses with others, while dining either in splendor or in squalor; it has greatly enhanced her ability to stay alive. Having grown into a woman who knows her capabilities, Calendrea is not shy in using them to obtain what she needs.
Her versatility is as confounding as the many contradictions she exhibits. She is quite playful, once her natural reticence wears off and then she becomes animated and expressive in her speech patterns. It is as though a different person entirely has been released from within the prison of her reserve. With her outstanding memory she seems to be able to pick information from thin air. She loves to chat and exchange ideas, once you get past her detached veneer, and will spend hours talking long into the night. She thrives on change and variety, but is a little addicted to gossip. There is a general curiosity of others at play here which makes her a great listener, but she is not restrained with her whit and sense of humor. Her ability to pick up on the feelings and body language of others has gotten her out of more than one delicate situation. She just calls it being street savvy and considers it nothing remarkable, a necessary survival skill. Getting to see this side, however, is the trick. One of life’s sad truths after all is stranger, danger. While she can present the appearance of openness, when it suits her goals, she is in fact quite selective with those issues she holds dear to her heart. There is an undeniably dreamy side to her personality that she keeps reserved solely for her own enjoyment. She often times finds inspiration in the most unlikely places that speaks to her on a deep emotional level; that of her sensitive nature. A softening, transformative mien comes over her whenever she takes time to steal away to a museum or to listen to street buskers singing in the park. She is prone to random acts of charity and will put money in the hat of these street musicians. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to this quirk, and is not dependent upon a surplus income. It always comes with a spontaneity that she never regrets no matter what hardship it may later incur.
Coming face to face with this dimension of her personality, her natural propensity for compassion, while refreshing to her soul also leaves her feeling incomplete and wistful for the life she might have led had the Fates been kinder. As a result, she seeks to find a spirituality that will help her to make sense of how she knows the world is and how she feels it is meant to be. Calendrea is prone to contemplating her thoughts for long periods of time before she ever, if ever, speaks of them. She is often drifting off, or as she terms it, living in her head. This may come off as being slow of thought, to the casual observer, but she is quite careful about committing herself to new ventures without first researching every possible angle, calculating the profits involved against expenditures and risks, and generally evaluating if there is any fun to be had. What she takes for just merging intellect and practicality, many people view as a general coldness. This is just her need to straighten out the little details of life before hand, and of course, no one is qualified to do this but herself. She rather enjoys simplicity and feels most at home when she is not receiving attention from the world at large. After all, it is rather hard to nick an apple if everyone is looking right at you.
There is little in this world that flusters the veneer of placidity Calendrea has cloaked herself within. During a crisis there is no more level headed individual to be found. Never again will she be that inert little girl who watched the death of her mother and did nothing to stop it. Her ability to respond to an emergency with a calm demeanor and efficiency may lead one to believe that there is nothing that can break through her aplomb. And yet stress has its price as do worry and fear. For all her reserved nature there seethes beneath this veneer an untamed rage. However, this trait has been known to exhibit itself on behalf of those whom she sees as being helpless. More than one pimp who abused his working woman had been found floating face up in the canal. One might point to the tragedy that pushed Calendrea and her brother out into the streets as the culprit for this rage, and yet that would be to merely dip one’s finger into the surface water of a much deeper pool of emotion. Guilt; one of life’s more pointless emotions still remains potent enough to cripple and maim one’s entire existence. Only when she has purged the world of every last Hollow will she find peace. And then there are the night terrors. Even if she should eradicate Hollows from the world, she doubts these will go away.
Why yes, she is obstinate and judgmental. The thing is, she really IS right all of the time. And if people would just come to understand and accept this from the start everyone’s life would be so much better. After all, she is equipped with a logical and analytical mind, and her skepticism can easily poke holes in other’s blind faith. Calendrea possesses an inherent reserved and loner-like quality which makes her very slow to warm up to others. She prefers to play it safe in her relationships and comes off as being cold. Her approach to life is quite logical and she feels little need to explain herself or her actions. These should be self-evident to any thinking being on the planet. She can be quite nonchalant, pretentious, and full of self-importance; isn’t everyone? It is the small mindedness of others and disloyalty that will spark her ire and can precipitate some pretty self-righteous and quarrelsome reactions. Waste in general annoys her beyond words to explain. She does possess sensitivity to those who are suffering, and is in fact quite interested in other people’s problems. However, her advice can seem hard to more sensitive folk as in the long run she can become cool and even unsympathetic toward people who refuse to help themselves. Naturally if they took her advice, everything would work out just fine. Some people were just obstinate like that and she often prayed for strength to endure their idiosyncrasies. One had to be patient with those who lacked mental faculties anyway, right? It was just the charitable thing to do.
Her numerous encounters with corruption and hypocrisy have only solidified her disdain for authority figures in general, with a particular hatred for the clergy. The depths of hell were simply not a pit large enough to contain the likes of that useless drain upon society; charlatans everyone. She sure could tell them what to do with their ‘seed’ money. Police? Corrupt. Politicians? Liars. Basically everyone has an agenda and the point of life was to come out on the top of the heap. Failing that, don’t get trampled when the mob mentality takes over and stampedes the banks! She just knew that Aerosmith had it right when they suggested we Eat the Rich. This propensity to make snap judgments about people arose from the need to quickly identify weaknesses to exploit in her bid for survival. While it is possible to get through Calendrea’s stereotyping of others, she definitely is a strong and independent thinker who is quite proud of her opinions and thoughts.
The compulsion toward kleptomania took hold of her at an early age and it is one she keeps secret. All across Europe are little safety deposit boxes that house her trove of treasures. While she likes to tell herself that it’s really her sentimentality that gets the better of her. A transitory existence is hard on a little one, and so just a small keepsake, you know? To remind her of that beautiful beach in Vienna where she and her brother had fun learning how to surf and she got the worst sun burn of her life? That debutante didn’t need both those diamond studded earrings anyway. She was just some sleaze ogling Bastian and was asking for it, to be honest. The reality of her disorder is more chemical in nature, and it is simply the thrill of this compulsive behavior which acts as to reward with pleasure.
What of her views on love? Yeah right. All that men exist to do was abuse and betray and that was the end of that story. Oh sure they could be fun and all that, but it was thank you sir don’t call me in the morning. It is, however, no surprise that her brother is excluded from this dark view on men and she exhibits a protective as well as a dependent nature toward him. The concerns of herself and her brother outweigh all other factors without exception. Being the sole surviving member of her family, she watches over him with just as much zeal as he does her. Her dependency is borderline obsessiveness. It’s not that she can’t function on her own. She is a very capable woman with a wealth of skills. It’s just that sometimes when her brother is late getting back she, well, panics a bit. What if something happened to him? Might he be out there all alone being devoured by some Hollow? What would she do if he were to die? It is a constant struggle, one that sees her pacing the streets anxiously whenever they are parted for an extended amount of time.
Calendrea learned that to walk with confidence makes people think you have every right to be exactly where you are. What started out as bravado, a simple act to blend into a crowd or con a mark, became a practiced and honed ability that takes little forethought these days. She rarely feels out of place but exudes a casual sense of comfort not only within her body, honed through years of parkour training, but within whatever crowd she mingles. Her sense of order greatly enhances her security and thus she has come to exude an air of quiet confidence. Although she is prone to brushing off compliments in a self-effacing manner, she does rather secretly enjoy being appreciated for her obvious talents. This attitude of confidence permeates her persona manifesting in the ease with which she converses with others, while dining either in splendor or in squalor; it has greatly enhanced her ability to stay alive. Having grown into a woman who knows her capabilities, Calendrea is not shy in using them to obtain what she needs.
Her versatility is as confounding as the many contradictions she exhibits. She is quite playful, once her natural reticence wears off and then she becomes animated and expressive in her speech patterns. It is as though a different person entirely has been released from within the prison of her reserve. With her outstanding memory she seems to be able to pick information from thin air. She loves to chat and exchange ideas, once you get past her detached veneer, and will spend hours talking long into the night. She thrives on change and variety, but is a little addicted to gossip. There is a general curiosity of others at play here which makes her a great listener, but she is not restrained with her whit and sense of humor. Her ability to pick up on the feelings and body language of others has gotten her out of more than one delicate situation. She just calls it being street savvy and considers it nothing remarkable, a necessary survival skill. Getting to see this side, however, is the trick. One of life’s sad truths after all is stranger, danger. While she can present the appearance of openness, when it suits her goals, she is in fact quite selective with those issues she holds dear to her heart. There is an undeniably dreamy side to her personality that she keeps reserved solely for her own enjoyment. She often times finds inspiration in the most unlikely places that speaks to her on a deep emotional level; that of her sensitive nature. A softening, transformative mien comes over her whenever she takes time to steal away to a museum or to listen to street buskers singing in the park. She is prone to random acts of charity and will put money in the hat of these street musicians. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to this quirk, and is not dependent upon a surplus income. It always comes with a spontaneity that she never regrets no matter what hardship it may later incur.
Coming face to face with this dimension of her personality, her natural propensity for compassion, while refreshing to her soul also leaves her feeling incomplete and wistful for the life she might have led had the Fates been kinder. As a result, she seeks to find a spirituality that will help her to make sense of how she knows the world is and how she feels it is meant to be. Calendrea is prone to contemplating her thoughts for long periods of time before she ever, if ever, speaks of them. She is often drifting off, or as she terms it, living in her head. This may come off as being slow of thought, to the casual observer, but she is quite careful about committing herself to new ventures without first researching every possible angle, calculating the profits involved against expenditures and risks, and generally evaluating if there is any fun to be had. What she takes for just merging intellect and practicality, many people view as a general coldness. This is just her need to straighten out the little details of life before hand, and of course, no one is qualified to do this but herself. She rather enjoys simplicity and feels most at home when she is not receiving attention from the world at large. After all, it is rather hard to nick an apple if everyone is looking right at you.
There is little in this world that flusters the veneer of placidity Calendrea has cloaked herself within. During a crisis there is no more level headed individual to be found. Never again will she be that inert little girl who watched the death of her mother and did nothing to stop it. Her ability to respond to an emergency with a calm demeanor and efficiency may lead one to believe that there is nothing that can break through her aplomb. And yet stress has its price as do worry and fear. For all her reserved nature there seethes beneath this veneer an untamed rage. However, this trait has been known to exhibit itself on behalf of those whom she sees as being helpless. More than one pimp who abused his working woman had been found floating face up in the canal. One might point to the tragedy that pushed Calendrea and her brother out into the streets as the culprit for this rage, and yet that would be to merely dip one’s finger into the surface water of a much deeper pool of emotion. Guilt; one of life’s more pointless emotions still remains potent enough to cripple and maim one’s entire existence. Only when she has purged the world of every last Hollow will she find peace. And then there are the night terrors. Even if she should eradicate Hollows from the world, she doubts these will go away.
Goals and Achievements:
The eradication of each and every Hollow in existence? Revenge fuels her heart causing her blood to course through her veins, giving what hues of warmth scarce to grace those pale features of her face. Is there any more glorious reason to live or any more certain sentence to eternal misery should she ever achieve such an impossible goal? What then to live for? Well there are those socks she has been wanting to buy that look like sharks are eating your feet with the dorsal fins and flippers flapping round with every step you would take. And dare she ever dream of having a permanent home? Would she be able to stand it, living in one place again after 10 years of a wandering existence? Recently she did achieve a personal breakthrough with the examination of her life. This prompted her to seek independence, break away from her over-reliance upon her brother, and strike out on her own. Currently her goals are centered on personal growth and finding a path in life that matters. Along the way she has acquired a strong desire to learn about her mother's clann and learn why they lived removed from them all her life.
Guardian Angel
Mekkyaku [Quincy Cross]:
This relic of her mother’s is a Celtic style twisted-knot-work brooch with zoomorphic birds that converge in a centralized circle. Flowing outward to either side, they form two triple triquetra Celtic knots. Crafted from sterling silver, the bar-shaped brooch spans a mere two and an half inches from tip to tip. Calendrea keeps it pinned to her pea jacket upon her left lapel, though she has been known to wear it suspended upon a silver chain round her neck upon occasion. For the young woman, it is a symbol of the unbreakable bond between mother and daughter.
Sanrei Device: Adar Llwch Gwin
Calendrea's Sanrei Glove takes the form of a metal torc of soul silver set with stylized leaves and berries of the mistletoe. Encircling the base of her neck, it measures one inch at its greatest width. From the center her Mekkyaku is fixed to nestle in the hollow at the base of her throat.
Although this was to be the natural progression of her training, following the traditional teachings of her mentor, Calendrea's device was placed upon her through deception much sooner than planned. Told by her grandfather it had been her mother's, he requested the honor of fastening it upon his granddaughter effectively sealing her within its restraint.
Spirit Weapon:
Calendrea’s spirit weapon manifests itself as a matched set of silver leaf claws that encompass the last two digits on each finger. Seemingly delicate in appearance, they have a surprising durability and double as melee weapons during close combat. Manifesting gathered Reishi upon the tips of her fingers, she hurls her propeller-like projectiles in a form reminiscent of her brooch. These occur as a flurry of spinning double-edged blades whose flight she can then direct with somatic gestures at her desired target.
Schrift: T - "The Tower"
Every Quincy, whether they are aware of it or not, possesses a Schrift. This summarizes the nature of a Quincy's unique abilities. For Calendrea Klein this is "T - The Tower".
The Tower represents the core belief systems which are altered through cataclysmic changes. For Calendrea it is through emotional upheaval that change occurs, whether this be within herself or by manipulating those around her. At times this trait works in opposition to change, with the obstinant clinging to old worn out beliefs; stagnation where the 'Tower' remains standing and unchanged.
Quincy Power: "The Voice"
Calendrea has the ability to manipulate psychic energy with her Reiryoku, in that her thought waves are used for telepathic connections. Her mode of activating this power is through the softly spoken word; "The Voice". Her soothing soprano tones deepen perceptively into a lower alto range. When uttered audibly, her infused voice has the ability to enhance emotion. The effect is not an instantaneous success. There are certain individuals who require very little meddling from the young Quincy in order to be swayed or provoked into the desired reaction. Others, even after prolonged focus of this ability, remain aloof and seemingly unfazed. It is unclear to her if this is because the individual has some sort of immunity or if it may be that despite their new emotional state, they are still quite in control of their actions. When used internally to create a telepathic link for communication, the recipient is unaffected by emotional enhancement.
Legacy Created
Origin:
Born in Berlin Germany, she is the result of her mother’s second marriage. Claramond Klein, of Quincy heritage, was first wed to Derry Kruger, also of Quincy descent. Calendrea’s brother Bastian Kruger is the product of this prior union and is five years older than his sister. The circumstances of Derry’s death are largely unknown to Calendrea, only that he perished in combat with some nameless Hollow well before her birth. The circumstance of Claramond’s marriage to Calendrea's father, a human named Dewitt Klein, is also vague and without the details she no doubt would have learned once she grew to an age where dating would become a going concern. From what she can recall of those early and happier days, the family lived with an abundance of income. There were never times when food was short, utilities were shut off, or luxury was denied. Extra expenses were readily met.
One such expense presented itself when Calendrea was old enough to enter Kindergarten. This strange practice of leaving the home and mingling with numerous other children under the ever watchful eye of imposing adults did not go over too well with the young Quincy. Being a precocious waif, she often avoided the ‘babies’ in the classroom who seemed to lack the ability to even count to 100 and form complete sentences. Nap time was just the absolute worst excuse for lack of curriculum she could imagine; she was here to learn, not lie upon the floor on towels in a darkened room and stare at the ceiling. However, these minor annoyances are not what caused the added expense to her family. The culprit, once her mother identified the issue, was “The Voice”. Calendrea began to come home from school with items she called ‘gifts’ from the other students.
At first they were small things her mother pushed aside as insignificant: a penguin pencil topper, a plastic wrist band, a chocolate Toblerone bar. But when she found a cell phone in her daughter’s backpack, she was just incredulous. Calendrea explained she just told little Franz how nice she thought it was and wished she could have one too so he naturally just gave it to her because he liked her so much. When her mother requested the girl repeat exactly what she said to Franz, she felt the resonating alto tones filled with power to manipulate emotion. Claramond of course returned the item at once but the headmistress insisted Calendrea had stolen the phone and would have to be dismissed. Claramond was incensed; what kind of parent gave a five year old a cell phone, let alone let them take it to school anyhow?
Several similar incidents occurred in two other Kindergärten before the Kleins were forced to take on the expense of enrolling Calendrea in a private Montessori. The young girl seemed to thrive under the self-motivated program though this would lead her parents, at the insistence of her father, toward the disastrous decision to enroll her in Catholic school. Mostly what their daughter would acquire from that two year experiment was a lifelong hatred for the clergy, that and a head start on her love of parkour. Gymnastics class was the one part of the day where the constant rules of conformity imposed by the nuns made any sense. The physically demanding sport posed a challenge that was lacking in the curriculum, from which Calendrea refused to back down. If asked where a life spent pushing her physical boundaries had begun, she would staunchly deny that it had anything to do with the militant Sister Ignatius.
The family dynamic was nothing remarkable in that it was filled with the usual good and bad pieces just like any other. Dewitt’s position as a chemist for Magnohrom made it financially viable for Claramond to stay home and raise the children. Brother and sister got along well enough, with the typical squabbles over chores and possessions. Still, as it became clear that Dewitt's family was not absolutely normal in the way that he supposed, an unspoken unease began to grow between the devout man and the Quincy in his home.
One such expense presented itself when Calendrea was old enough to enter Kindergarten. This strange practice of leaving the home and mingling with numerous other children under the ever watchful eye of imposing adults did not go over too well with the young Quincy. Being a precocious waif, she often avoided the ‘babies’ in the classroom who seemed to lack the ability to even count to 100 and form complete sentences. Nap time was just the absolute worst excuse for lack of curriculum she could imagine; she was here to learn, not lie upon the floor on towels in a darkened room and stare at the ceiling. However, these minor annoyances are not what caused the added expense to her family. The culprit, once her mother identified the issue, was “The Voice”. Calendrea began to come home from school with items she called ‘gifts’ from the other students.
At first they were small things her mother pushed aside as insignificant: a penguin pencil topper, a plastic wrist band, a chocolate Toblerone bar. But when she found a cell phone in her daughter’s backpack, she was just incredulous. Calendrea explained she just told little Franz how nice she thought it was and wished she could have one too so he naturally just gave it to her because he liked her so much. When her mother requested the girl repeat exactly what she said to Franz, she felt the resonating alto tones filled with power to manipulate emotion. Claramond of course returned the item at once but the headmistress insisted Calendrea had stolen the phone and would have to be dismissed. Claramond was incensed; what kind of parent gave a five year old a cell phone, let alone let them take it to school anyhow?
Several similar incidents occurred in two other Kindergärten before the Kleins were forced to take on the expense of enrolling Calendrea in a private Montessori. The young girl seemed to thrive under the self-motivated program though this would lead her parents, at the insistence of her father, toward the disastrous decision to enroll her in Catholic school. Mostly what their daughter would acquire from that two year experiment was a lifelong hatred for the clergy, that and a head start on her love of parkour. Gymnastics class was the one part of the day where the constant rules of conformity imposed by the nuns made any sense. The physically demanding sport posed a challenge that was lacking in the curriculum, from which Calendrea refused to back down. If asked where a life spent pushing her physical boundaries had begun, she would staunchly deny that it had anything to do with the militant Sister Ignatius.
The family dynamic was nothing remarkable in that it was filled with the usual good and bad pieces just like any other. Dewitt’s position as a chemist for Magnohrom made it financially viable for Claramond to stay home and raise the children. Brother and sister got along well enough, with the typical squabbles over chores and possessions. Still, as it became clear that Dewitt's family was not absolutely normal in the way that he supposed, an unspoken unease began to grow between the devout man and the Quincy in his home.
Rise to Power:
Having the financial freedom to stay at home and raise her children, Claramond Klein had lain aside her calling to fight Hollow. This was a conscious choice as that existence had already deprived her son of one parent; she was not going to subject Bastian and Calendrea to the untimely death of their mother. As fate would have it, the children both inherited their mother’s spiritual sensitivity. The combined spiritual weight in the household eventually attracted the notice of a Hollow. While defending the household the extent of her powers are revealed to Dewitt. Perhaps it was that his mind just couldn’t grasp that reality was not as he had always believed it to be. Perhaps it was his religious convictions that caused him to take a dark view of Claramond and the children. Calendrea would never understand why her father acted the way that he did, she barely was able to explain her own actions that night. Oft times she would sit and ponder that night playing it over and over in her mind without an enlightening reward.
The house was a shambles, the terror of the Hollow before her visually real and much more frightening than the banal tales her mother had told of their heritage. No doubt those had all been edited for content. But could the word, no matter how eloquently delivered, ever replace firsthand experience? Struck with terror, she at least was better off than her father in that she could see the Hollow and knew that her mother’s actions were ultimately in defense of them all. Claramond drove the creature off, and while everyone’s attention was focused upon the real threat, Dewitt was arming himself against the perceived one. The shot rang out with a deafening roar. There were times in the night when the echo of that shot forced her awake drenched in a cold sweat and shivering to the bone, and yet paralyzed as though held down by the weight of the past.
The eight year old watched as blood began to blossom upon her mother’s blouse held frozen by the image uncomprehending of what she viewed. The motion of her mother falling to the ground in a heap seemed to free her eyes from their catatonic state and that is when she saw her father standing there with the gun still pointed in Claramond’s direction. Looking back, she knew she had used “The Voice” upon him, had forced him to feel overwhelming guilt and horror from his action. Amidst the traumatic circumstances, what else could he have done but to place the tip of the gun beneath his chin and pull the trigger? To this day she could not recall the exact words she had used. Had that been her brother’s hand on her arm dragging her from the house? Who else could it have been? She recalled finding the jewelry box in the rubble, the two of them sifting through the debris to gather up what belongings they would need to survive. Staying there was not an option. Certainly the Hollow would return, certainly child services would place them in the system, and certainly they would never see each other again. Removing her mother’s brooch and pinning it to her own blouse, Bastian slipping his father’s ring onto his hand, the duo set fire to their home incinerating all traces of childhood and the past; their exodus from Germany had begun.
In possession of her mother’s spirit cross, Calendrea and her brother train in the gathering of Reishi based upon the teachings their mother had given to Bastian. At first she was quite resistant to this and wouldn’t even discuss training. The existence of Reiatsu had brought nothing but disaster into their lives and the use of this spiritual energy terrified her. The world was daunting enough without calling down more of those monsters upon them. There was the day to day scramble for food, shelter, safe sleeping zones, and hygiene. The siblings had to be cautious about attracting the attention of the law while being daring enough to meet their immediate needs. In the midst of such a hand to mouth existence she had neither the will nor the desire to risk alerting the supernatural world to her existence. Instead she focused upon escaping this new world by pushing her physical endurance. Their gypsy existence led the youths to many urban environments across Europe. These offered the perfect training grounds for clearing obstacles. She became proficient with Kong Vaults, sticking precision jumps, running up walls, and making landings only to roll, leap up, and take off once more. Calendrea became an adrenaline junky addicted to her own momentum as she navigated through her world and fled the past. Imbued with a new sense of self-confidence, she acquiesces and begins training with the Mekkyaku gathering Reishi until she can manifest her Quincy weapon.
The house was a shambles, the terror of the Hollow before her visually real and much more frightening than the banal tales her mother had told of their heritage. No doubt those had all been edited for content. But could the word, no matter how eloquently delivered, ever replace firsthand experience? Struck with terror, she at least was better off than her father in that she could see the Hollow and knew that her mother’s actions were ultimately in defense of them all. Claramond drove the creature off, and while everyone’s attention was focused upon the real threat, Dewitt was arming himself against the perceived one. The shot rang out with a deafening roar. There were times in the night when the echo of that shot forced her awake drenched in a cold sweat and shivering to the bone, and yet paralyzed as though held down by the weight of the past.
The eight year old watched as blood began to blossom upon her mother’s blouse held frozen by the image uncomprehending of what she viewed. The motion of her mother falling to the ground in a heap seemed to free her eyes from their catatonic state and that is when she saw her father standing there with the gun still pointed in Claramond’s direction. Looking back, she knew she had used “The Voice” upon him, had forced him to feel overwhelming guilt and horror from his action. Amidst the traumatic circumstances, what else could he have done but to place the tip of the gun beneath his chin and pull the trigger? To this day she could not recall the exact words she had used. Had that been her brother’s hand on her arm dragging her from the house? Who else could it have been? She recalled finding the jewelry box in the rubble, the two of them sifting through the debris to gather up what belongings they would need to survive. Staying there was not an option. Certainly the Hollow would return, certainly child services would place them in the system, and certainly they would never see each other again. Removing her mother’s brooch and pinning it to her own blouse, Bastian slipping his father’s ring onto his hand, the duo set fire to their home incinerating all traces of childhood and the past; their exodus from Germany had begun.
In possession of her mother’s spirit cross, Calendrea and her brother train in the gathering of Reishi based upon the teachings their mother had given to Bastian. At first she was quite resistant to this and wouldn’t even discuss training. The existence of Reiatsu had brought nothing but disaster into their lives and the use of this spiritual energy terrified her. The world was daunting enough without calling down more of those monsters upon them. There was the day to day scramble for food, shelter, safe sleeping zones, and hygiene. The siblings had to be cautious about attracting the attention of the law while being daring enough to meet their immediate needs. In the midst of such a hand to mouth existence she had neither the will nor the desire to risk alerting the supernatural world to her existence. Instead she focused upon escaping this new world by pushing her physical endurance. Their gypsy existence led the youths to many urban environments across Europe. These offered the perfect training grounds for clearing obstacles. She became proficient with Kong Vaults, sticking precision jumps, running up walls, and making landings only to roll, leap up, and take off once more. Calendrea became an adrenaline junky addicted to her own momentum as she navigated through her world and fled the past. Imbued with a new sense of self-confidence, she acquiesces and begins training with the Mekkyaku gathering Reishi until she can manifest her Quincy weapon.
Call to Action:
Overtime, their standard of living improves when Bastian is old enough to start passing for an adult which opens up more employment opportunities. Still, without the proper Visa and other documentation, these jobs are less than above board. The siblings continue moving from town to town encountering a wide array of people from all walks of life. Of particular concern to Calendrea are those who live on the fringe of society, as she and her brother have been forced to do. She acquire a taste for retribution acting as a self-appointed protector for those she views as being at risk. It is not that she has taken to a life as a vigilante dealing out justice, seeking for those in need, but when something is going down around her, she is often swift to act with alarming efficiency.
The first incident occurred in Venice. Bastian had acquired work again; they even had enough funds to rent an apartment. True the neighborhood was more than sketchy, seeing that the apartment building housed women who ‘worked’ at home in a low end entertainment segment of the city. Still, rent was cheap and she wasn’t forced to bath in public restrooms or sleep out on the streets. The ladies of the night were actually quite welcoming and not very likely to report the under-aged girl to protective services. For the first time in years she had a place to call home and actually grew to enjoy the mothering these exotic women evinced. Not since the death of her mother had she been surrounded by women on a regular basis and their company provided an odd sort of security for the adolescent girl. Certainly she was in the right place at the right time, for as she left childhood behind and entered the mysterious world of becoming a woman, there were just some biological aspects of the process she would never have discussed with her brother. Big Katie seemed to take it as a personal mission to keep an eye out for Calendrea while Bastian was at work. She never let any of the ‘guests’ look crosswise at her. Margaretta taught her how to play poker and hustle at pool, while Genevieve oriented her to where the best thrift stores and markets could be found. They all made sure she knew who to trust and who to avoid.
Over time she noticed that her shopping companion was having what the woman called 'on the job injuries'. It was obvious what was happening, but going to the police about a violent customer was not an option. But when her friend ended up in the hospital beaten half to death with numerous broken ribs, Calendrea hunted the man down. It hadn’t been difficult to do; the pig was a creature of habit and one night after a visit to Margaretta the young Quincy followed him. As the man relieved himself in the canal, she bathed her hands in harvested Reishi to form her weapons of choice; twin sets of silver leaf claws that covered the ends of her fingers. The volley of propeller-like bolts peppered him in the back ejecting through his chest ending his life rather quickly. By the time the splash of his body hitting the water had been heard, she was already walking back home through the shadows with her hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket as though nothing had occurred.
The precipitated a need to move on, but the cycle would only repeat itself until she came of age. It is only after ten years of exile the siblings return to Berlin and fulfill the dream of a homecoming. Her objectives are all mundane: unpack from the move, reorient to her home land, and find legitimate work. One day while out job hunting she realizes how futile it is and what her transitory existence has cost. She has no documentation of anything: education, job experience, former residence, and certainly no references. A hollow attack brings her together with a Quincy, Matthias Müller from the East Coast Alliance.
The encounter makes it clear that her life style has also cost her the heritage of her birth right. All her life she had rejected attempts by her brother to indoctrinate her. When she used the Voice like a toy upon Matthias, it backfired as the man made his veiled death threats. The girl becomes volatile, something she has never shown to anyone but her own brother. Unleashing her temper and foul mouth upon the man she storms off in a huff. The day leaves her unsettled in ways that she has never before been forced to confront; largely that of her own glaring ignorance. The life as a child will no longer work for the woman now that she is an adult.
Still refusing to embrace the need for change, she went to the court house for a copy of her birth certificate increasing her legal forms of identification from zero to one. At least now she existed. a chance encounter with the Shinigami, Malix raises too many questions she can no longer ignore. The exchange is much more pleasant, and she learns quite a lot of details about Shinigami and their relationship to Quincy. It only emphasized her ignorance causing her to question everything from who she was, to what she had been doing with her life, and even to where God was in all of this. Filled with feeling of uselessness in light of her own heritage and how uses Bastian for a crutch, she is repulsed to the point of drastic action. Deciding that the best course for her is to leave and strike out into the world on her own, she abandons the dream of Germany and home. Calendrea heads to Karakura Town throwing herself into this hot bed of spiritual activity and her choice to make a difference in the fight against Hollow kind.
The first incident occurred in Venice. Bastian had acquired work again; they even had enough funds to rent an apartment. True the neighborhood was more than sketchy, seeing that the apartment building housed women who ‘worked’ at home in a low end entertainment segment of the city. Still, rent was cheap and she wasn’t forced to bath in public restrooms or sleep out on the streets. The ladies of the night were actually quite welcoming and not very likely to report the under-aged girl to protective services. For the first time in years she had a place to call home and actually grew to enjoy the mothering these exotic women evinced. Not since the death of her mother had she been surrounded by women on a regular basis and their company provided an odd sort of security for the adolescent girl. Certainly she was in the right place at the right time, for as she left childhood behind and entered the mysterious world of becoming a woman, there were just some biological aspects of the process she would never have discussed with her brother. Big Katie seemed to take it as a personal mission to keep an eye out for Calendrea while Bastian was at work. She never let any of the ‘guests’ look crosswise at her. Margaretta taught her how to play poker and hustle at pool, while Genevieve oriented her to where the best thrift stores and markets could be found. They all made sure she knew who to trust and who to avoid.
Over time she noticed that her shopping companion was having what the woman called 'on the job injuries'. It was obvious what was happening, but going to the police about a violent customer was not an option. But when her friend ended up in the hospital beaten half to death with numerous broken ribs, Calendrea hunted the man down. It hadn’t been difficult to do; the pig was a creature of habit and one night after a visit to Margaretta the young Quincy followed him. As the man relieved himself in the canal, she bathed her hands in harvested Reishi to form her weapons of choice; twin sets of silver leaf claws that covered the ends of her fingers. The volley of propeller-like bolts peppered him in the back ejecting through his chest ending his life rather quickly. By the time the splash of his body hitting the water had been heard, she was already walking back home through the shadows with her hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket as though nothing had occurred.
The precipitated a need to move on, but the cycle would only repeat itself until she came of age. It is only after ten years of exile the siblings return to Berlin and fulfill the dream of a homecoming. Her objectives are all mundane: unpack from the move, reorient to her home land, and find legitimate work. One day while out job hunting she realizes how futile it is and what her transitory existence has cost. She has no documentation of anything: education, job experience, former residence, and certainly no references. A hollow attack brings her together with a Quincy, Matthias Müller from the East Coast Alliance.
The encounter makes it clear that her life style has also cost her the heritage of her birth right. All her life she had rejected attempts by her brother to indoctrinate her. When she used the Voice like a toy upon Matthias, it backfired as the man made his veiled death threats. The girl becomes volatile, something she has never shown to anyone but her own brother. Unleashing her temper and foul mouth upon the man she storms off in a huff. The day leaves her unsettled in ways that she has never before been forced to confront; largely that of her own glaring ignorance. The life as a child will no longer work for the woman now that she is an adult.
Still refusing to embrace the need for change, she went to the court house for a copy of her birth certificate increasing her legal forms of identification from zero to one. At least now she existed. a chance encounter with the Shinigami, Malix raises too many questions she can no longer ignore. The exchange is much more pleasant, and she learns quite a lot of details about Shinigami and their relationship to Quincy. It only emphasized her ignorance causing her to question everything from who she was, to what she had been doing with her life, and even to where God was in all of this. Filled with feeling of uselessness in light of her own heritage and how uses Bastian for a crutch, she is repulsed to the point of drastic action. Deciding that the best course for her is to leave and strike out into the world on her own, she abandons the dream of Germany and home. Calendrea heads to Karakura Town throwing herself into this hot bed of spiritual activity and her choice to make a difference in the fight against Hollow kind.