.:Eden:. Kady Levona Caldicott

[Eden]

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Name: Kady (pronounced ‘katie’) Levona Caldicott.
Alias: Eden.
Gender: Femme.
Age: Twelve years.
Birth Date: The Twenty-fifth of December.

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Height: Four feet; Eight inches.
Weight: Eighty-nine pounds even.
Build: Despite her lack of substantial weight, Eden seems to be mostly muscle, even if it all seems to be lean muscle that can’t be seen. She’s quite thin and not too tall, but, for what she is, she’s just fine.
Eye Colour: Sapphire/cobalt.
Hair Colour: Medium, milk-chocolate brown.
Avatar: ~Original Drawing~

Eden is the kind of person who doesn’t seem effected by the day, or the time. She always looks the same, even if she’s different. (If you can believe that, of course.) Though her clothing may change, she always seems unaffected by the world around her. Her sapphire eyes are always calculating and decisive, but hold a slightly mischievous or otherwise daring glint, partially reinforced by the scars that litter her knuckles and feet from running around without shoes. Eden’s hair usually sits about in careful disarray, the layered strands falling a bit past her shoulders while a good portion of it also falls into her eyes or are swept off to the side a bit.

Her pale face always holds a small smirk, or possibly a smile, and there are some times when there’s just no expression at all. Not to mention that her thin, 4’8”, 12-year-old body always seems to be stuck in a slightly reproachful position that deters people from her on most occasions. Mostly she looks like the person who carries around a pocket knife where they can always reach it.(Okay, so, she kinda does) That, and possibly the fact that she usually has a pair of large earphones on her ears or around her neck that gives the appearance that she’s not going to listen to you even if you did talk to her.

The style of Eden is just that. Eden’s style is Eden’s style, and that’s all there is to it. It’s unpredictable in short. It’s a bit edgy, kinda rebellious, and just a smidge on the dark side. And it’s mostly just whatever she happened to find laying around her bedroom when she woke up that morning. Mostly everything in her room is either jeans or cargo pants of varying lengths and pant-leg widths, one of her many, MANY black tee-shirts with varying patterns from band designs to smart-aleck sayings, single shoes and boots thrown under the bed or dresser and studded belts thrown on chairs or hung over mirrors. A little bit of everything goes into her every-day outfit.

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Likes:

• Music.
  
• Vanilla anything.
  
• Technology.
  
• Pranks.
  
• Playing instruments.
  
• Running.
  
• Messing with Roger.
  
• Learning new things.
  
• Throwing knives.
  
• Making faces at people whether they’re looking or not.
  
• Sleeping.
  
• Wrestling and rough-housing.
  
• Playing videogames or watching T.V.
  
• Her friends.
  
• Muscle cars.
  
• Mind games.
  

Dislikes:

• Screaming and shouting. (unless she’s the one doing it)
  
• Losing.
  
• Authority.
  
• Problems with only one solution.
  
• Not being able to control her life or doing what she wants.
  
• Working in groups.(She tends to play dictator since there’s a certain way things have to be done and that’s it)
  

Fears:

• Failure.
  
• Desertion.
  
• Being weak.
  
• Losing her hearing
  
• Not knowing what to do
  

Strengths:

• Physically robust and flexible.
  
• Very charismatic/socially adept.
  
• Can adapt to any situation without being given time to properly plan her next move.
  
• Daring risk taker.
  
• Use sounds to tell about her surroundings. (echolocation) (Also why they call her Batgirl)
  
• Good aim in general but particularly when it comes to knife throwing.(there's a big red bull's eye painted on the back of the door, complete with stab marks from her throwing knife, to prove it.)
  
• Can easily adopt different accents and replay voices after hearing them once.
  
• Excellent left-hook.
  
• Languages. (Speaks Welsh, English, Japanese, Latin[Only partially], Russian and German(And Brail, if that counts))
  
• Figuring in changes and the ‘human element’ into plans. (usually prank related)
  
• Not afraid to push the limit and do thinks most people wouldn’t think of doing.
  
• Resilient and competitive nature.
  

Weaknesses:

• Often acts before she thinks.
  
• Doesn’t always consider people’s emotions.
  
• Tends to over think problems and make a bit fuss over nothing.
  
• Knows no limits.
  
• Deeply insecure.
  
• Can be emotionally irrational.
  
• Can't go for more than a few hours without becoming extremely hungry.
  

Specializations:

• Forensic Science and Ballistics
  
• Technology
  
• Profiling.
  
• Deductive reasoning.
  
• Combat-like situations.
  
• Adapting to the environment and to particular ethnic groups.

Extra Snippits:

• Eden keeps a rosary on her person at all times, though it is either in her pocket or wrapped around her wrist.
  
• She's also a very bad liar since she tends to fidget a lot when she does.
  
• Her most notable habit is that she tends to do the Michael Jordon, tougne-sticking-out-of-the-side-of-the-mouth thing when she's concentrating on something hard.
  
• Her favorite style to dance in is Rave (particularly Jump/Hardstyle and Melbourne Shuffle)
  
• Top Three Favorite Music Genres: Classic Rock (1980's-1990's); Modern Rock/Alternative; Techno
  
• She has an extremely acute memory capable of memorizing things in extreme detail and recalling them off the top of her head.

If something needs to be said, Eden is the one to say it and really isn’t afraid of what people think about her. And though she doesn’t particularly look it, Eden is a love-to-fight-er. She always acted like ‘one of the guys’, fighting and rough-housing without a second thought, and she always takes her punishment when she deserves it. She’s definitely the tom-boy type who’d rather be playing football or wrestling rather than sitting inside playing with dolls.

But, on the other-hand, she’s a very down-to-earth kind of girl who goes with the flow but isn’t afraid to use her intelligence. She’s very introverted and secretly a bit insecure about herself, though she gives the outward appearance of complete confidence and ease. Eden constantly tries to get better at doing things that have meaning to her and doesn’t really like having to ask others for help, she’d much rather do it her own way on her own time. And when she does stressed out, she runs. The amount of time she’ll be gone or the distance she’ll go is unknown.

Eden is usually very level-headed and thoughtful in any situation, but her anger isn’t something you’d want to encounter or to take lightly since it can be a very vile, unpredictable thing. The one thing that remains constant are the expressions she makes and the shift in her body stance. The first sign you’ve officially pissed her off is when her eyes start to narrow and she begins staring. From there, her lips always curl into a warning sneer. Then her feet spread to about shoulder-width apart and her knees bend. From there, there’s just about anywhere it can go. Best thing to do is to stop the second her eyes start to narrow. Otherwise she becomes very unpredictable and many things can go wrong since anger and violence was a big part of her childhood. And, whether this scares you or not is up to you, Eden has a strange interest in weapons, particularly styles of knives( of which she has two, one of which is a pocket knife kept with her at all times and is often used for unusual purposes, such as eating apples, and the other is a German-made throwing knife with a dragon's claw on the end of the hilt.) and their origins, though this fascination is shared with her attraction to guns and explosives of various natures. Scared? Good.

Her little secret: Unlike some of the other children at the Wammy House, Eden has shown no interest of succeeding the great detective, L. She only wishes to use her problem solving and logic skills to make a name for herself, mostly because she feels she’s not good enough to truly be L. Because of this she considers herself a “failed experiment”, because she is not like the other children who wish to follow in L’s footsteps, even if she secretly has at least the minimum capabilities to. Despite this, she holds L in very high regards and holds no grudge against those who are waiting to take over his place..

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Family: Lev Nikolaevich Caldicott (father); Katja Chantal Hlasek Caldicott (mother)
Heritage: Russian, Welsh, German, Slovakian, Norwegian, Swiss and Icelandic.
Hometown: Bardsey Island, Wales.
Birthplace: Aberdaron, Wales.

The female was born on December 25th at precisely 12:01 p.m. in Aberdaron, Wales to Mr. Lev Nikolaevich Caldicott and Mrs. Katja Chantal Hlasek Caldicott. They named their first child Kady; after Katja’s mother, Levona; following the Russian tradition of a patronymic name. Thus, Kady Levona Caldicott was brought into the world, possessing her father’s bright eyes and narrow features and her mother’s dark hair and charming smile. Unfortunately, tests showed that she carried an evolving gene that would most definitely cause her to be completely blind by her 10th year of life.

Mr. and Mrs. Caldicott had been living in the same small house near the cliffs of Bardsey Island where Lev had been working as a sheep-herder since they had first bought the house three years earlier. The only bad side to it all was that Lev was an alcoholic who often couldn’t stop drinking and would end up coming home and throwing violent and destructive fits. This was something Kady experienced all through her childhood as either a target or a bystander. On the other hand, they were glad to bring the child home and had been preparing for a child for many months. Though they were a bit disheartened by their daughter’s diagnosis, they had figured out a fool-proof way to help her as much as they could. As Kady began growing, she was constantly amazing her parents. At 14 months, she began spelling out words with plastic block letters. At 16 months she could speak relatively well and was found humming small music pieces her mother would play on the piano in the family room. She began teaching Kady soon after. When Kady could communicate effectively, her parents tied a blindfold on her for the first time. Yes, this was their fool-proof plan for helping Kady overcome the imposing blindness. They were going to teach her everything blindfolded so she wouldn’t rely on her sight. All she had to work with now was her sense of hearing and touch. The child adapted easily, doing everything from playing piano to walking around a new town to finding her way home without using her eyes. All she needed was her ears.

Kady became so accustomed and so proficient on relying on her ears that she could find objects in places new to her, distinguish people by their footsteps, anything a person with eyes could do, she could do it better because she knew things were coming before it could be seen. Her ears became so acute that she could determine the key of sounds (on the A-G scale) and then how many kHz were in each sound and how to digitally alter it so that everyone could hear what she heard. Because of that, her love for the piano increased drastically since she knew that you didn’t need eyes to play. She began playing outside much more frequently as well, tumbling around like an acrobat. This compelled Mrs. Caldicott to enroll Kady in rhythmic gymnastics.

Shortly after Kady turned 9, the family moved inland to Liverpool, England where her mother got a job as a piano instructor and her father became a mechanic. Though Kady had been going a good amount of the day without her blindfold since she started school once more, along with furthering her rhythimcs lessons, she instead closed her eyes a good amount of the time. In all truth, the youngest member of the Caldicott family didn’t take too well to the city. She liked the cliffs of Wales much, much more. The breeze of the ocean, the sound of the old wood piano echoing in the stone family room. Or the soft grass beneath her hands and feet as she cart-wheeled over the yard. It was home to her. Though, she had to admit that the city was interesting and there was a lot to experience.
They had been living in Liverpool for nearly a year when her mother had been discovered as an excellent pianist and signed a €200,000 contract with a nearby theatre for one live performance every night for two years. Not too bad, in actuality. It was the night of her mother’s second performance at the theatre, Kady was left home with a babysitter this time, and Mr. and Mrs. Caldicott were driving to the theatre. Seemed normal enough, right? Unfortunately, as they were going down one of the steep hills in Liverpool’s inner city, the brakes failed, therefore sending them into a busy intersection and causing two cars to hit them from either side consecutively. Kady became an orphan.

Upon being first introduced into an orphanage, Saint Aberthany’s to be exact, Kady completely stopped using her blindfold, mostly since she was now 10 years old and her vision was absolutely perfect. Soon after being admitted she was more or less forced into Catholicism, though it truthfully didn’t bother her in any way since she was mostly raised Christian. On the other hand, she became absorbed in her music, often becoming intrigued in certain composers and then investigating their lifestyles and such, often absorbing more and more and becoming more and more interested in other aspects of each composer’s time period. She grew interested in math in general because of all the things it had to do with music. This was noticed by the Nuns, causing them to issue an IQ test and therefore reveal the fact that her intelligence was far above that of the normal person. Only a few weeks afterward Quillish Wammy came and introduced her to Wammy’s Orphanage and she was given a new name from the Bible; Eden.

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Name: Alex
Age: 14
Experience: 5 years of so.
Codeword: Don't Look Here.
Fun fact: I can tell the brand, make and model of cars from between 1950 and 1989 by their body shape, even if they're covered by a tarp…
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The second the female awoke on that cookie-cutter morning, she immediately pulled herself into a cross-legged sitting position, chin rested upon the heel of her hand that was held up by her knee, her ears covered by a pair of large headphones that poured a gentle song from their speakers.

’Konna ni omotte iru jikan wa tomatte kurenai Karappo no kokoro wa anata no kimochi wo modo mitsukerarenai Onaji e wo nido to egaku koto wa dekinai no ni Atashi no kanjou wa tada kurikaeshite bakari…
(I’m thinking about you so much…time doesn’t stop for me My empty heart still can’t find your feelings I can never draw the same picture twice But my emotions are just repeating over and over again)

Kady let a gentle sigh pass her lips as her sapphire orbs drifted along the bright sky outside her window. The view never seemed to change, except with the shifting of the seasons. Early spring mornings always seem to bring bright skies, partially obscured by a knotty skeleton of a large tree that’d probably been there as long as time itself had existed. Her free hand soon rested on her other knee, eyes closing for just a moment as she drifted into an odd semi-conscious state where it was just her and her music. Where the golden sunshine or the diamond stars had no meaning, just the gentle lull of violins before the lyrics began again.

’ Donna ni sabishikute mo mata aeru ki ga shite iru kara Riyuu nante iranai hiki kaesenai koto wo shitte iru… ‘
(No matter how lonely I get, I have a feeling we’ll meet again I don’t need a reason; I know I can’t turn back...)

As a soft yawn escaped the female’s lips, she blinked sleepily before turning off the stereo at the bedside and sitting the headphones atop it as she rose to her feet, hands going to her hair and running to the partially tangled strands as she shuffled half-heartedly to a pile of jeans, shirts, hooded sweatshirts and half-a-dozen assorted articles of clothing. Joy. Time to find something to wear.

[Rhiatte]

Accepted.