Callum Cheshile Pissaro

[Callum Cheshile Pissaro]

*Individuality~ It's all about you,
Callum Cheshile Pissaro


Alias: Rue / B / Fucker (Choose wisely)
Gender: Got breasts. Though that could be either, huh.
Age: Eighteen. Srs, man.
Where did you find SSttR? I don’t even know what that stands for.
How come you joined? Meh'. Chesh is cool.
How long have you been rping? Longer than you. <3
Contact information: Ask in PM.

*Simple and Sweet!-Your character,
Full Name: Callum Cheshile Pissaro.
Nicknames: Chesh, Pissant, Cal.
Age: Twenty.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Heterosexual. Does enjoy dabbling/teasing.
Disney Spirit: Cheshire cat.
Position: Teacher.
House/Member Group: Villain? But not really.

*i'm no supermodel,

Eyes: His eyes are generally normal. Dark. Rather wide unless he’s smiling, which means usually squinting faintly.
Skin: Also normal. He can tan, but it’s not usually extreme. He gets out, so pale doesn’t apply. So-so.
Build: Fairly thin and lacking in the muscle area as a result of evading work whenever the opportunity presents itself.
Appearance:

Callum enjoys his colorful dress suits, often wrapped in deep violets, magenta or, when the occasion strikes, a striped combination. His tie clashes with his suit, always. Intentional? No idea. He also tends to change his tie from hour to hour, the item itself usually pinstriped or speckled. The dress shoes are similarly outrageous in color, though he does favor his purple ones as with everything.

His hair’s grown out slightly, if only so he may tie it back or gel it up at random when it so strikes his fancy. It’s naturally and usually of the chocolate brown variety, though he has been known to dye it. Again, at his discretion. As aforementioned, his limbs are basically thin and appear to be lacking in both nutrients and physical exertion (only the latter is true). His lips are often yanked into a wide grin, just about cracking his face in half; rarely, one might catch his more subdued expressions when he is unaware of an audience.

Oh yea. Just decided he's missing the tip of his index finger.

*this is me,
Weaknesses:

• Silence. Cal will lose at the silent game.
  
• Organization skills fail. He cannot keep students' names or papers straight.
  
• Facial recognition. He can remember by voices and amusing encounters moreso than one's face. Yes, he will forget a boring person.
  
• Mental stability. He's a little loose in the head.
  
• Focus. He will not care to listen to another individual's lecture or problems. He just... but if it's entertaining or that person is amusing in and of themselves, they're in luck.
  

Strengths

• Intellect. He's fairly intelligent, yes. Just... doesn't seem like it.
  
• Careless. This can be a positive as he doesn't dwell on downfalls or sorrow.
  
• Humor. Has that down pat.
  
• Guiltless. Almost. Yes, it is a strength as he can do as he pleases without concern for the effect it will have on others.
  
• Unique. This may be... negative and positive, as it's a bit of an unprodutive uniqueness save for his attempts to teach.
  

Secrets

SECRET <3

Personality:

Callum is something of an enigma. He often seems to be walled up in his own world, humming tunes and reciting lines which have little to do with the current moment. Of course, he isn't entirely lost. He understands that he is confusing those around him, but often finds their reaction to be entertaining. Amusement is his primary goal in life and he does achieve it daily through subtle manipulation. While he isn't intentionally cruel, he is certainly untouched by the plights of others when those plights do not interrupt his own life.

This said, he will manipulate. He will push buttons and stir up a storm in order to watch the resulting damage and fractured relations. He will point people in the wrong direction unless the direction they are headed will create a greater show.

Cal is fairly illogical for someone so intelligent. He often comes to irrelevant conclusions based on false premises with the awareness that he is indeed doing so. Perhaps it is another method of amusing himself. He doesn't really ponder such uninteresting things. Despite his opposition to logic, he does find building up one's knowledge base to be essential. How can you truly navigate the world without knowing how the world is navigating you? Honestly, though, it is more habitual after his education-packed childhood.

His intelligence serves to enrich his nonsense in the sense that he may utilize lesser known vocabulary or seemingly properly apply physics to an irrelevant. One must come to understand he is rarely speaking thoughtfully- or perhaps speaking too thoughtfully. While his words may serve no true use, they occasionally carry triple or quadruple meanings, messages and solutions… sometimes this is his aim.

He enjoys upsetting or otherwise flabbergasting people, so it isn't unheard of for Cal to prank an individual the day after April Fool's or step into an argument and fan the flames. He does this all smoothly, retreating when it may somehow result in his loss. Yes, he isn't afraid to run away. He doesn't enjoy fighting physically (being quite thin and flimsy afterall) nor does he wish to argue. If it does come to this, he will, best case scenario, distract them with the aforementioned nonsense until the fire dies down.

Cal is mildly flamboyant in both style and his movements, enjoying items some may consider tacky. He was left quite the allowance, so he has never truly faced hardship financially. Much of his life has been smooth sailing and, when there are negatives, he tends to ignore them. This isn’t to say he’s optimistic. Nor is he realistic. Or pessimistic. It’s somewhat difficult to place a label as one may have a difficult time truly pinning down a straight conversation with the man.

Deep down, Cal is very happy with his life, though it’s likely he’s a bit confused himself. His mind truly lacks a few screws… but he makes up for this with humor.



*this is what I can do,

Abilities:

• Evaporating ability: This is a multipurpose (purpose may not be the word) ability. He can evaporate his whole form as well as pieces of his body. This can be used for eavesdropping, escaping or simply frightening.
  

*my life story,
Hometown: Burgh le Marsh, England.
Parents: Danielline Pissaro || Gregario Pissaro
Siblings: N/A.
History:

Callum Cheshile Pissaro was born in Burgh le Marsh, England to one Danielline Pissaro and Gregario Pissaro. The couple owned every one of the small businesses in town, building a miniature mansion for themselves just beyond Cock Hill. There, they raised Callum as though the only little boy in the world, showering him in toys, candy and the best education money can afford. Rather than becoming the stereotypically rude rich boy, Cal grew attached to stories such as Beauty and the Beast, The Prince and the Pauper and Cinderella.

His imagination swelled and, forced to play alone, he would often create his own stories and play them out. Naturally, he had to play every character. He developed quite a talent the acting and writing talent through this stage, as well as the ability to mimic. His sights shifted to musical plays as the times changed and, by thirteen, he had fostered his voice enough to impress his singing teacher. Even so, it wasn't going to awe and inspire the world- nor did he wish to.

The little boy wanted to be an actor. When his mother died, however, the mansion's visitors grew scarce. With less and less of his educators remaining, he withdrew further into his make-believe. During these darker years, he wrote two plays which seemed to play off the Grimm Brothers' version of his beloved tales. Eventually, he was encouraged by his nurses to leave the mansion and play as normal children do.

Callum adapted quickly, enjoying the improvision of reality and spending long hours observing the interaction between the other children at Cock Hill. On Saturday evenings, though, the kids were shooed so as to make room for adults interested in... that night's cockfighting event. Callum found it to be an amusing sight: grown men cheering on these enraged birds. Upon reaching sixteen, he engulfed himself into the business so as to build up enough wealth to leave the small town.

His father, while continuing to work heavily, had avoided him since his mother's passing yet refused to finance further schooling beyond private tutoring. He wished to travel to America, to the land where the sugar-coated fairy tales were created and form his own plays. He was a bit of an oddity to those handling the cockfights, with his fancy clothing and quirky habits, but the friendly townsfolk ended up accepting him when he made donations of his allowance towards the events.

By eighteen, he'd saved enough from allowances, birthday gifts and his miniature job to afford transportation and education. It seemed to be an overall pointless endeavor, his saving, as his father assisted in paying tuition when he'd hit a particularly thick brick wall. Even though he was wealthy, Callum always maintained an odd job, such as janitorial work at a sexual art museum, acting as dealer at a small-time gambling club and being the nanny to several family's children.

At some point in time, he'd noticed his rather odd ability to evaporate and reappear at will. He fostered the ability and, whether positive or not, he found himself surrounded by people too untrustworthy to relay the information to. He wasn't a social individual despite his strong connections with many people. After easily sailing through college, he was eventually informed of his connection to the fictional toon, The Cheshire Cat.

While a fan of the Lewis Carrol novel, he had yet to watch the Disney version. It became his favorite of the animated films and he accepted the offer to work as a professor at the establishment.

*how we do,

rp sample:

Callum allowed his head to bobble with the nod, wide grin stretching his lips beyond what is likely necessary. The children cheered in the way children do, rambling amongst themselves even as their nanny waddled towards the kitchen. The man wasn't exactly a cook, but it would be a worthwhile (probably not) venture. They had recently viewed quite the intricate cake, decorated in fine frosting and littered with hardened sugar buildings meant to imitate New York. Ah, the cooking channel.

Small hands grabbed at bowls and bags of sugar as Cal watched them in a relatively calm manner. They certainly seemed to know the process.

"Chesh~~ The cinnamon won't stop clumping! It says it needs to be smooth," she whined. She being one of his lovely li'l dumplings. The girl was apt to screaming and crying before her younger sibling, as though born out of order.

"Does the book speak often?"

"Chesh, I'm being serious."

"Serious about what?"

"The cinnamon."

"What about it?"

She shoved the bowl away and screeched an awful sound. American children.

"Cooking is supposed to be a soothing hobby, Charlie," he hummed, finally slipping over to assist. Unnaturally long dactyls gripped the wooden spoon and gradually the cinnamon smoothed out. Beside him, the young girl's eyes grew wide as though he were performing a miracle. In a sense, it may have been.

"Chesh, it's smooth!"

"Seriousness will not accomplish anything," he muttered, dipped a finger and stuffed it in her mouth. He honestly didn't expect her to bite the tip off.

anything else: He's missing the tip of his right index. <33

Face claim: Ben Barnes.

[Basil Holmes]