Calliope Bridgewater
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| Calliope Bridgewater | |
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| Biographical Information | |
| Born | 13 October 1994, 23 |
| City of Birth | Bath, England |
| Blood status | Pure-blood |
| Physical Information | |
| Gender | female |
| Height | 5'1" |
| Hair Colour | Blonde |
| Eye Colour | Green |
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| Education | |
| School | Hogwarts |
| House | Slytherin |
| Class of | 2013 |
| Character Information | |
| Antonya | |
Calliope is insufferable, spoiled, catty and probably a bit whiny. She is short tempered, but can control it if the situation calls for her too. She is very good at schmoozing when she needs to get her way and as she would like her way all the time, does so often. She has a long ways to go to find her way in the wizarding world and definitely needs to develop and grow.
Physical Description
Calliope has blonde hair that hangs right between her shoulder blades. It has a slight wave that allows her to curl it or wear it straight depending on which Sleakeazy hair potion product she uses. She has almond shaped, asparagus green eyes framed by perfectly plucked and ever so slightly arched eyebrows. Her eyes darken or sparkle with her various mood changes, but as she is always dissatisfied with one thing or another tend to have that stormy look about them. Her nose is rather straight, but turns downward and is a bit flat. Calliope would prefer her nose to pinch up in an aristocratic sort of way and is eager to learn some magic that will allow her to alter it to the preferred form. She also has a sprinkling of light colored freckles across the bridge of her nose and on her upper cheeks. Her lips are neither full nor thin and are coral pink in color.
Calliope stands at sixty-two inches tall and is slim of figure. She is still growing as she is at that age where Mother Nature is continuing to work her wonders. In the end she will most likely reach the five foot eight to five foot ten inches range because her father is a lofty six foot two inches and her mother five foot eight inches. As all teenagers go through that awkward stage where their feet and hands are uncommonly large and legs and arms uncommonly lanky, so too is Calliope traversing it. Still she walks with a learned grace, and only on occasion stumbles and falls, but even at those awkward moments she still holds a polished air about herself.
When it comes to fashion, Calliope is constantly trying to be in mode. Ever the reader of the latest teen witch magazine, if there is something she desires to own, her parents purchase it for her. Because she is constantly seeking out the styles of the most famous and wealthy witches, Calliope has yet to really find a niche of her own in the fashion world. With a good eye for fabrics and colors, she could quite possibly patch together nifty and fun designs, but then the clothing wouldn’t have the most expensive labels.
Personality Description
Scheming and conniving, Calliope is most likely only to show kindness when she can gain something from it. She relentlessly seeks power and tries to align herself with those who have it, all the while plotting to take their place. Having been brought up to only value title and position, Calliope pushes herself hard to earn her parents stamp of approval. Never settling for anything less than perfect of herself she works tirelessly. She desires to be a prefect and eventually head girl so she will truly be on top. While her mother is content to be a housewife, as much as her mother will be, Calliope so obsessed with power would like to be Minister of Magic one day. She feels that if she achieves these goals, then she will finally be happy.
While Calliope comes off as a power hungry princess, inwardly she is a basketful of turmoil and insecurity. Having no real friends, as all girls who find themselves to be these ways usually do not, Calliope subconsciously desires an ally above all else. One who will love her unconditionally for who she is, rather than what she has or who she is expected to become. Unable to open herself to other people because extreme emotions were unbefitting a girl of her station, Calliope can never drop her guard long enough to let her positive attributes shine through. Instead she wears the protective armor of all her undesirable qualities, so as not to get hurt. It is sort of a catch twenty-two. By being closed off she hurts, but she is afraid is she is open she will get hurt.
When Calliope is around her “friends” she is the bane of society. Seeking out those weaker than themselves, Calliope usually leads in taunting other students, especially Muggleborns and half-bloods, although if you are in a different house you are fair game. Whenever a staff member is around, Calliope is sunshine and warm smiles. She has a knack for smooth talking adults, and comes across as Miss Innocent. Because she excels in the classroom, most of the professors do not realize what a horrible child she is, although there are those who naturally have a sense for these things. They are the ones who keep an extra eye on Calliope, and they are the professors she whines about being unfair.
History
The Parturition of the Bridgewater Household and Various Other Matters Pertaining to Miss Calliope
- Notes from the Author’s Desk: The name Elizabeth March is not the actual name of the young lady who scorned Master Meriwinkle/Bridgewater. It is in fact made up from two of my favorite pieces of literature, Elizabeth Bennett of Pride and Prejudice and the March girls of Little Women. The true name of the young Muggle was cursed and is forever erased from the minds of all the Meriwinkle/Bridgewaters. I simply thought it would be fitting to have some sort of name rather than none at all.*
Young Master Ryland Meriwinkle was just as ebullient and amusing as any other young man of consequence given to flitting his days away with trivial things of youth. Always bedecked with some speck of dirt of one kind or another, he loved riding his horse Gallant down the many various flowered hedge rows and tree lined lanes of the Meriwinkle Manor estate. Never a day retired without young Master Meriwinkle romping about some parcel of the extensive domain.
It was on one such romp that Master Meriwinkle espied the breathtakingly, painstakingly beautiful Miss Elizabeth March. Miss Elizabeth was a gentleman’s daughter, but the family was in want of connection and fortune. This would have been a dilemma for a more ordinary family of situation, but as the Meriwinkle’s were not ordinary but magical, it seemed not so much an insurmountable problem. Greater the dilemma was how Master Ryland would garner the nerve to speak to Miss Elizabeth, for every time he came within distance his voice would catch in the space of his throat that voices usually find themselves trapped.
Still Miss March being ambitious and quite aware of the fortune young Master Meriwinkle would inherit, made much haste in forging a bond with Master Ryland. Had she not this story would be quite incomplete or another tale altogether.
It was plain how Master Ryland loved Miss Elizabeth. No longer did Master Ryland ride Gallant, for Gallant now pulled a chaise to accommodate Miss Elizabeth. His clothes were always pristine, and the hedge rowed lanes lacked a certain amount of flowers. It was also evident that Miss Elizabeth loved Master Ryland’s wealth, for the demands she made upon the poor lad would have sent any other who was faint of heart abreast.
And so it came that the young Master Ryland and young Miss Elizabeth grew to an age where marriage was the acceptable and only plausible action for such a pair. Having long given his heart to her, Master Ryland asked for Miss Elizabeth’s hand. Without pause, Miss Elizabeth inexorably expressed her happiness and wishes for such an occurrence. Now Master Ryland having been filled with such high spirits from the acceptance of his proposal could not hold his tongue long enough for an engagement to become a union. He longed for Miss Elizabeth to understand him completely and divulged his secret. Miss Elizabeth not being of the mind to comprehend these things reacted quite brashly and rebuffed the young master.
If only it had ended there, this story may still yet have had a positive outcome. As it were, it did not. For Miss Elizabeth so turned around by the news that another world with magic truly existed, forgot her perspicacity and began to babble on exceedingly to any ear that would listen. The people of the town dismissed her silly intimations, but as all gossip thrives and evolves, the townspeople began to notice the strange proclivities of the Meriwinkles.
Gossip birthing anger, anger birthing resentment, and resentment dispensing hostility, the people of town decided no longer could they stand by as spectators in a play. They would demonstrate to the Meriwinkles how wholly unwanted they were, despite the actualization that the Meriwinkle Estate provided the prosperity of the town.
Torches in hand, the townspeople descended upon the grounds of Meriwinkle leaving no flammable object unlit. The Meriwinkles being wizards and witches as it were could have quenched the flames quite easily, but as the townspeople were like mad dogs foaming at the mouth, the noble Meriwinkles opted to flee the estate with as many worldly possessions as they could magic away.
Settling in another part of England, the Meriwinkles changed their surname to Bridgewater and in earnest began anew. There was no resentment from most of the Meriwinkles towards the Muggles because they knew that the wonderful world which they belonged could not and would not ever belong to all.
I say there was no resentment from most of the Meriwinkles, but in truth as I write this one Meriwinkle was brewing like a hurricane in the Atlantic. Master Ryland Bridgewater, formerly Meriwinkle, harbored such animosity and acrimony from how he had been ill-used that he vowed to never accept Muggles again. Moreso hatred brewed within his bosom until it threatened to boil over into a violent operation. Master Bridgewater retaining some rashness, however, did not physically torture or harm any Muggles directly, although that is not to say the prejudice he brought about was not of equally vehement measures.
Finding a nice pureblood witch, whose name is of little consequence, to marry Master Ryland spread his venom to his progeny who in turn would diffuse the hatred to generations to come.
Presently…
Born and raised in Bath, Calliope’s family home is less consequential than her parents make it out to be. However, pride being an ongoing fault with the Ryland Bridgewater descendency, not one ever quite noticed this truth. With every whim granted, Calliope and her older sister Desdemona have never wanted for anything. Calliope’s mother, Galatea has never had to move a finger a day in her life, excluding her time at Hogwarts, and keeps a house elf named Felda. Calliope’s father Caliban is employed, but no one can quite discern what it is he does exactly.
Growing up in such a home as the Bridgewater’s, Calliope was afforded every magical instruction and entertainment a young accomplished witch could hope. Being sorted into the only acceptable house at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Calliope continued her avid studies, receiving exemplary reports from her teachers with only the minor note or two about how she should learn to get on better with her contemporaries. Naturally a good flick of the wand and the note read how she was excellent with her contemporaries.
