Callaghan, Sati

[Sati Callaghan]

The character.

Name
Sati Azalea Callaghan
Nickname(s):
Say-tea, Tea.
Age:
Twenty
Mutations/Abilities:
major: accelerated healing
minors: intangability, empathy
Face Claim:
Regina Spektor
Appearance:
Sati is pretty much the spit of a 20's flapper who mated with a rebellious Marie Antoinette.
With those shoulder-length wavy curls the shade of burnt umber and old rust and honey-brown eyes, she could charm the socks right off your feet. Chiseled cheekbones and cocked brow, Sati's got a permanent look of old-fashioned hollywood glamour and childish wisdom.
There's a bit of cheekiness in her, too. With a mischievious grin that you could only call a true cheshire smirk and ears just a tad too big for her face, it almost makes you laugh when you see her. She's grown into herself, though. There's just as much lady as there is goofiness.

Miss Callaghan will dress herself in everything as long as it's clean and it fits. You can, on occasion, see her in electric-blue stockings with shorts and two shirts on, parading around in her yellow high-heels.
That's one thing about Sati - she's always in heels. It honestly doesn't matter what shade or style, but she does love her heels. Rumour has it she even wears heels to the bathroom, but that's a story for another time.
Her favorite way to dress, however, is in quirky fitted suits decorated with a big, gaudy pin and a multi-colored tie. It's a fact that if you're looking for the definition of interesting, you come to Sati.
Family:
Caleb Jonas Howell - 67 - chef
Daisy Rose Callaghan - 53 - midnight entertainer
Personal History
As a child, Sati had always realized the fact that it'd be most likely she would have special 'talents', just like her parents. Her father, who had run off a few weeks after Sati turned four years old, was telekinetic; her mother Daisy could shape-shift. Being a mutant was normal for her. She was kept up inside, however, and not allowed to play with other children that were not mutants like her.

She was kept happy by drawing and exploring what little land they lived on - being brought up in a small apartment complex in New York City made it even harder - but Sati was still happy.
Her mother actually thought at one time that the girl might've been mentally retarded, but that wasn't the case. Sati was just...strange. Kitschy, I suppose you could say.

Times were hard, though. After dear ol' Daddy ran off, Mummy had to go and take her clothes off in nightclubs. It at least made money, though, and they usually had enough to eat, when Mummy wasn't busy trying to make a steal on cocaine. The powder was always hidden though, and Sati rarely knew about her mother using.

When she turned thirteen, she realized several things: she wanted to leave home; her papercuts grew back almost instantaneously; she could pass through walls; that hobo sleeping on the corner stole her sandwich; and that she could sense other's feelings uncannily well.

Her mother honestly didn't care much when Sati left home at fourteen. After her father left, she'd been given more and more freedom, and Mumsy didn't bother about Sati talking to other people - she'd always kept her abilities a secret. And besides, she was too busy with her latest boyfriend, and knew Sati could handle it on her own anyway. So the dollface was set off into the big wide world.

She lived on the streets for several years, making friends here and there with the local folk, and eventually finding people like herself - however, Sati had always been close to the Chinese vendor who sold Italian food, and felt quite sad when she moved away to Blackbriar.

Sati'd heard of the Institute just by rumour - a person who could read minds told her about it a few weeks before her eighteenth birthday, and suggested she enroll. Of course, curiosity killed the cat, and so the little Callaghan was enlisted in the academy just a few days after, and felt at home immediately. She now tries to talk to the fish in the lake, and skips down hallways. It's the perfect place for a freak like her.
Personality:
Sati's always worn her heart on her sleeve, although she prefers not to get into unecessary arguements. All giggles and smiles, she's one of the more cheerful people of Blackbriar, and tends not to dwell on her less-than-happy past. It doesn't faze her one bit, and she's always expected it not to bother others, either.
Sati's also extremely talkative. She'd strike up a conversation with a rock, if it were possible. Actually, she might've tried to talk to a rock, once.
Around boys, Sati's more of the tomboy type of girl - she's more buddy-buddy than sex kitten with the opposite gender. She likes flirting, though, and will do so without a care in the world. Girls, however, don't really seem to care about this. Her own gender tend to think that Sati doesn't have a chance in the world with a guy, just because of her curious nature - she acts more like a silly child than a serious grown-up.
Never the one to get jealous, Sati rarely picks fights and likes talking things through than putting up her dukes. She deals with her anger in a positive way, using that age-old remedie of releasing her emotions in forms of paintings. Usually people wouldn't try to argue with her, anyway. Most tend to joke about her quirkiness instead.

Fears:
Agryophobia - Fear of streets or crossing the street
Papaphobia - Fear of the Pope
Helminthophobia - Fear of being infested with worms
Keraunophobia - Fear of thunder and lightning
Bacillophobia - Fear of microbes
Xyrophobia - Fear of razors
Soteriophobia - Fear of dependence on others
Politicophobia - Fear or abnormal dislike of politicians

Strengths/
Always having been the one to speak up first and make friends the fastest, you can say that Sati's very friendly. She's always been able to keep her temper under wraps, and is rarely over-emotional. She's also been able to handle her abilities very well, with the utmost of control--she's been practicing ever since she leaned she had them. Very skilled at what she does, Sati also has quite a bit of street-smarts, just from her upbringing with hoboes and drug dealers; they taught her all she knows about the poor life. She can sneak a pocketbook out just as well as bringing a quizzical look to someone's face at the way she skips instead of walks.
Weaknesses:
Other than being goofy all the time? Sati has unreasonable fears. For instance, cotton balls. Can't stand 'em. And the girl's always been a grey-line sort of person. Sure, she's always happy-go-lucky, and always tries to make people smile. But there's never been a definite fact that she's a 'goody'. There's always been a few hints and rumours that Sati's dealing with worse stuff than just drugs and alcohol, like her mother.
She also breaks well under pressure. Sati's easily persuaded--usually just by offering a free meal or a sniff of powder. The girl's never really been able to make up her mind well, either; she's always let other people help her make decisions, which at times can lead her astray. It's like feeding a puppy; she'll tag along anywhere as long as there's something for her in it.

You.

Alias:
Adelaide. Teehee.
Experience:
10+ years.
How’d you hear about us?
Your mother told me.
Actually, neopets.
Other:
I like little birdies.
Role playing Sample
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"Emmeline? Emmeline, dear, come along! You'll be late for your lessons!" The governess called up the stairs, her nose held high in the air as she awaited the arrival of the nine-year-old girl who had been cooped up in her room all day long with arrival of the latest book in the series that she was currently obsessed with. "Emmeline! Come down right this instant!" Apparently the governess wasn't afraid to be harsh, even though there was a substantial amount of money she was paid for being 'sweet' to their 'precious baby girl'.

The old woman simpered as the little blonde came around the corner and, one hand gripped tightly onto the balustraude, came down the stairs, the other hand holding her book, a dejected look upon her face not as well-hidden as she had intended it to be.

"Come come now, child, don't look so belligerent at me! Your mother will have a fit if she sees you like that. Seriously now, Emmeline, lessons aren't as bad as all that. You like math, don't you?"

"History, yes. Math, no. Why can't we learn history again, Branwe, why?" Her tiny voice was almost like a shrill whistle against the cold silence of the spacious house, as she whined to get her way. That puppy-dog look helped too, most of the time, but apparently not today. Emmy Vance dropped the act entirely when she saw the irritated look on Branwe's face.

"No. It's math today, and you won't get away with complaining like that." The teacher's stern face looked more like stone as she clenched her writing board closer to her chest, turning promptly on her heels and walking back into the parlour, the little girl sitting down on the opposite side of the table, propping up her chin with one fist, elbow on the table, the freshly-ironed lace wrinkling up beneath the smooth skin.

Branwe looked as if she positively had had a stroke, a small gasp uttering from her pursed lips. Emmeline's eyes rolled. The elbow was promptly removed from the table, the horrific look still upon Branwe's face, although she began teaching as usual, pince-nez clipped upon her nose, those beady little eyes staring through them at the paper on her board.

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Easily persuaded, eh?

I'll accept you, homie. ;D