Calypso Blanc

Calypso is, no doubt, beautiful. With a pretty face and delicate features, one would mistake her to be a normal girl. She is indeed not a normal girl, she is human.

Standing at a good height of five foot six, and weighing less than average, Cal can be mistaken for a fragile woman. Her skin is soft and flawless, as though she has never worked a day in her life. Her skin is pale, and when she closes her eyes and stops breathing it appears as though she is a mere corpse. Giving her away would be the rosy cheeks that turn an even darker shade of red when she's embarrassed.

Her face is small, but it contains the features of a striking teenager. Her eyes are a rare color of red-violet and are framed by thick long dark lashes. Her nose is small and goes right above her thin pale-pink lips.

Her hair appears to be a shade of blue, though it is actually a lighter shade of black and reaches down to her waist. Her hair is the kind of hair that doesn't need much conditioning or products as it is naturally soft and straight.

Cal's body is blessed. Her bust-size is rather larger than most girls her age. Her body-shape also forms a slight figure eight and she gets embarrassed by her body easily.

Most can say that Calypso is a lost girl, she often finds herself wandering about. And the thing is, Cal doesn't care about where she is or even who she is. She doesn't care about clothes, money, or anything materialistic. Her main priority is her cat, and survival is next on her list.

Cal trusts easily, too easily. And that is odd considering what she has been through. She believes that there is no such thing as a "blame or be blamed" world and she would take any blame herself if she can. Her innocence is striking to most, but is considered an opening for others.

Being an experiment has developed a shield on her emotions. Though she is innocent, most don't know how she truly feels. They don't know if she fakes smiles or is "fake" herself. She counteracts sadness through other lingering emotions. Because of this, it's hard for most to break through her.

That does not mean that Calypso doesn't get angry. It is easy to make Cal mad, when the right buttons are pushed she gets defensive. Compliments go through her hardly as she rarely receives them. She sees most compliments as insults or lies and usually says something about it not being the truth.

Cal is also the type of girl who talks too much when she's embarrassed. Senseless rambling and other things are what she does at times. Though she rambles senselessly, she makes sure she doesn't say anything inappropriate.

She is the type of girl who doesn't care about fighting. Though instinct takes over her, she sees it as a last resort. Her passion for life helps her resist death at the hardest of moments and people usually think that that is one thing amazing about her.

Cal is quite talented as well. She is a fast learner and has skill for most musical instruments. Her brain reacts fast to most things and allows her instincts to take over wisely. Her reflexes are better than most girls.

Ham
Ham is Cal's pet Calico cat. Ham is an intelligent cat and is rather fast even for a cat. Calico found Ham not too far from the old lab.

Silent
Cal is physically silent. Her actions make the slightest to no sound at all.

Fast Reflexes
Cal's reflexes are faster than most and this allows her to avoid some attacks.

Good Instincts
Cal has good instincts.

Flexible
Cal's body is flexible and this allows her to bend parts of her body where average humans cannot.

Legend
Italicized- Unknown to her
Underlined- Important people
Striked - Deceased

Dr. James Velius Hall
-Plays an important role in Cal's life. This is the man who is responsible for many killings, kidnappings, and "creations". He had cast a "fatherly" impression over Cal before abandoning her.

Mrs. Rosalie Annabell Leveque
-This is Cal's true mother. It is unknown to her if she is still alive or not, Cal doesn't even know her name. Rosalie is a woman of good heritage, and is indeed a true lady. Most people will agree that Cal does look like her mother.

Mr. William Alexander Leveque Sr.
-This is Cal's true father. He is the main reason on how Cal was kidnapped (Which is also one of the reasons on why his marriage is falling apart). He is an odd bipolar man who has no positive view on the world.

Alfonzo Leveque
-This is Cal's older brother who tried to rescue her from the kidnapping. He died on his mission.

William Leveque Jr.
-This is Cal's eldest brother who was killed by Dr. Hall. He was experiment number 240, and was the first child kidnapped from the Leveque family. He was also the first child of Mr. and Mrs. Leveque.

Ingrid Mimosa Leveque
-Cal's younger sister who's parents believe is the only remaining child they have.

Ham
-This is Cal's pet cat. Ham is a rather lazy individual who loves to eat. He is the only person Cal truly trusts.

January 25, Monday. The day she was born. Calypso, a beautiful baby girl who was rather tiny in sized. A bit too pale to be normal, but was still a beautiful baby girl. With eyes that shone like glass as they first opened, Cal was easily loved and was hard not to fall in love with her.

Sadly, Dr. Hall thought so too. As her father was in charge of taking care of her that one Sunday morning, he decided a small errand was something he had to take care of and left his dear daughter home alone. Her brother was at the backyard, yet he was still too young to watch over a baby girl.

Dr. Hall walked up the unlocked front steps, eying the baby from afar. The window was open and this would be the second child he could take from this family. The first child had been a failure, and he knew that the children of the Leveque family were born as changelings and were rather quite powerful at birth.

He used that energy to try to power-up himself. By mixing and toying around with DNA he planned to make himself the most powerful human on earth, and he would stop at nothing to get his way. Two hundred and fifty four babies were taken so far, and none of them had come close to success. The last one was a bit successful, but had died out before he could extract any DNA.

As he crept up to the newborn's room, he chuckled a bit and watched the younger boy from the window. He tried to get him too, but that was rather difficult as his father was smart that time. And it was all so hard back then, but they never would've suspected that the Doctor was coming back.

He took the baby in his arms, cradling her for a second. She was so tiny, so delicate, so strong. It was easy this time. So easy. Too easy. He ran with the baby, strongly embraced and she was crying now. Her brother saw what was happening and ran towards the two.

But Alfonzo was too weak for the doctor. He was easily pushed aside, and was killed at the end of the road. When his father came back, he saw his son dead and his daughter was missing.

Calypso grew up in a science lab. She was given daily tests and other means. It seemed that the Doctor couldn't extract DNA from her due to some odd malfunctioning with equipment. Due to this, he made her a minion and called her his own daughter.

Cal was as happy as can be with this and didn't mind running evil errands for her "father". She worked for evil with no wage as all and didn't mind. It was as though she was a mindless slave, a girl who couldn't think for herself.

The lab blew up one day and gave her a realization. The doctor had left her there all on her own. It made her weep heavily for days and nights, and she sought strength and friendship from a cat she found near the place the lab had been.

She began to wonder endlessly, finally seeing the world through her own eyes.

"'Course I'm cutting class! Why else would I be sitting out here" Nessa said as she shoved the custard into her mouth. Hatsumomo wished she had a custard to shove in her mouth but she had already eaten. And her mother would've never wished for her to re-eat. She returned to the thought of cutting class and then Momo realized she was cutting on her very first day.

Cool, cutting on my first day Momo thought with a slight giggle. She wondered what her parents would have said to this, but Hatsumomo wouldn't dare tell them. She was scared they'd yell at her and freeze her accounts. She hated the yelling, but hated having her accounts freezed more.

"So Nessa, how are the teachers here at Shibusen?" Momo asked, approaching her. She decided it was fine now, since there wasn't really anyone around.

"..And this is for you, Oji-san." Yamine said adding offerings of flowers and rice cakes to the graves of her uncle and aunt. Her father's brother and sister-in-law. They were like second parents to her, and they gave her more support than most people did. The flower bouquets were arranged by Yamine herself and she was quite proud of them.

She sat down in between the two graves and burnt some incense. The heavy vanilla scent smelled like heaven to her. She loved vanilla. As she closed her eyes and clasped her hands together she started to pray to Tsukiyomi and Usagi for the souls of her deceased relatives.

It was their death anniversary after all. Was it by faith that they died together on the same battle ground? Yamine looked up to her aunt for being a female ninja from the clan more than any other ninja.

She hummed some more prayers.

"Okay miss, your family member is this way. Just walk down that hall and turn to the nearest room on your right." The nurse said as Kogane asked her where her grandfather was. Walking down the hall she indeed turned to the nearest room on her right.

She opened the door and couldn't wait to see her grandfather's face. He had a stroke the other week and they said he was better now and lying in bed. He lived in a separate village with his second wife, so Kogane only got to see him sometimes.

When she barged in she immediately greeted,

"Good Day, Oji-san!" With the bouquet of flowers in her hand. Instead she found a boy lying on the bed her grandfather was supposed to lie in.

"Oh, Sorry miss. It seems as though your grandfather has been checked out. My records were outdated so..." The nurse said peeking through the open door. Only her head was showing.

Kogane would've yelled at the nurse but this boy was badly injured.

"Sorry, well, wrong room. Hehe." She chuckled nervously. "Well I guess I don't need these then. How bout I give them to you?"

It was the least she could do since she was interrupting, after all.

Candra laughed at his comment, nodding. Kiue was indeed a ghost with good looks, and if he was human, she'd play with him a little before taking his life and drinking his blood. She never said she didn't have the opportunity to, she'd been alive during the seventeen hundreds, she could easily have taken his life if she only had met him. She grinned, as she thought about this. Bloodlust washing through her once again.

"During my days, in my country, my parents would lock me inside. Only letting me out when there were duties to do and princes to meet." She hissed at the word "princes". Oh how she hated men like them. With their stuck up attitudes and wealth to match. But she continued speaking. "I snuck out anyways. The guards and maids never caught me even once. And that's how I ended up like this you see. I fell in love with a man who doesn't deserve to be a vampire." She hated that man as well, wishing that he was still living so she could kill him.

"I do love the nightclubs. They're the only things that keep my day filled when I'm bored. So many people come, but most don't exactly leave. We vamps are lucky if mutts and zombies don't take our prey. You ghosts have it easier, you don't have to drink anything." That didn't mean she didn't like being a vampire though.

" I already ordered, but if you wish to pay for that drink, you may. You don't have to though, I'm capable of buying things for myself." She stated, with a smile. Ahh, she loved being independent.

The day was dark. Anyone could see that. Even from a window you could obviously tell it was dark. The sky was gray with darker clouds to match. The sun didn't dare come out. And the birds were no longer flying in the sky. It showed what cowardly wimps most were, tempted by just something of occurance.

The child was sitting in bed, huddled up by blankets that were all thick in size. She pulled the covers up, just a bit due to it being chilly. The fog in the window proved it was chilly outside too. Moving her way to the edges of the bed she peered down to look for her indoor slippers. Her foot got tangled up in one of the blankets and she slipped.

The floor was hard and cold as well. It was made of pure concrete. The floor and the walls were equally matched with the outside world. All were gray. Seichi's life seemed to dwell in the grayness as well. With small hands pushing her body to get up, she used her small feet to kick herself off the ground. She then crawled over some more to check if her slipperes were under her bed. In fact, they were.

Being very short, the petite female crawled under her bed. Using her palms to move, she quickly sniped the pair of slippers. Moving backwards, she smiled triumphly as she got out from under the bed. She felt triumphant with herself, even though this was only a small deed.

Then she turned back to the room. A bed, gray walls, gray floor, a door, and a window. The window was the only one giving color to the room. Her clothes were neatly in place on a small table that would easily be missed. People usually couldn't take their eyes off the room.

She pulled off her pajamas and took out a yukata. It's pattern was very plane and the Obi was carefully painted with red roses. The black material of the Yukata was soft.She carefully folded it into place on her small body and tied it from the back. She learned to dress herself years ago.

Taking a pair of ribbons with her to the bathroom, Seichi kicked a stool into place. She climbed up and glanced at the child in the mirror. She tied her hair before jumping off the stool. Taking her geta with her, she opened the door and walked outside.

She slipped off her indoor slippers and slipped on the hard wooden geta. As they softly clanked in the floor, Seichi made an exist. Walking down the road, she softly made her way to the playground.

"Of course. The darkness is a friend to your clan; but what about true darkness? An eclipse? I wonder then ..." The Tsuchikage said, as his hand drifted along the tombstones, before finding a suitable place to sit. He sat on the edge of one of the stones, allowing the engraved words to still make their appearances.

" A Solar Eclipse is one where the moon covers the sun, no? It gives are clan more power I believe. The moon overlapping the sun during the day...Even if it were just a couple of minutes that would be amazing..." Yamine breathed. She was of course, a child of the moon. But if it were a Lunar Eclipse, the opposite of a Solar Eclipse, then she would not know what would happen. Her eyes drifted off, focusing on other things. Since she didn't need to make eye contact, she felt that it was fine to observe other objects.

"I'm certain that you don't mean to pry," The Tsuchikage said, in a monotone. Emotions were needed to be explained through the way you said things, and the way the Tsuchikage spoke made others think that he had no emotion. It was as though he was hiding, and Yamine couldn't give a reason on why he shouldn't hide. When you're in a position as high as his, emotions were distractions. Used against others in combat, and if played wrongly, they could pass as deadly giveaways.

"Like you, I'm here to visit lost ones. That tombstone does belong to a member of your family, now deceased, does it not? He continued, asking her with a hint of curiosity detected in his voice. Just a hint would be enough. Just a hint would be a giveaway to emotions. ANBU members, like her, were trained to detect these hints. So even in situations like this one, the girl couldn't help but dig in.

"Yes it does." Yamine said nodding, uncertain if she should tell the man who they are. Her uncle and aunt were the only two family members other than her parents she truly did care for. She considered herself lucky that her parents were still alive, even though they were weak in their old age. She couldn't help but smile slightly thinking of her parents. They looked like shriveled up apricots, with fluffs of white hair plastered on their wrinkled faces. She was exaggerating of course. Her mother didn't look a day older than fifty, though the white hair and slight wrinkles gave her away. And her father, well, was a different story.

"Maybe I'm really just here to think..." The Tsuchikage said, as he stood up and paced slowly. He glanced at her direction, and she nodded as she listened to him. Maybe she would learn something from this discussion. Maybe she could learn something from the Tsuchikage himself. Or maybe he would say something completely out of the blue.

"Impressive that you've become ANBU Captain at only 18," The Tsuchikage said. Out of the blue it was, then. The words of wisdom that she had hoped for vanished in thin air. Yamine wondered why he was changing the subject. But decided just to continue listening to him rather than speak up. "Everybody seems to be advancing at young ages, these days. The Hokage is in her early twenties. The Kazekage is . . . Eighteen? Nineteen? He's young" The Tsuchikage said, shaking his head.

Indeed people were advancing at young ages. The villages Sannin didn't look a day over twenty. The Tsuchikage looked young as well. And Yamine herself was only eighteen and at ANBU captain. Maybe desperate times called for desperate measures. Or maybe strengths were just found in younger people. She's heard of child prodigies and other things. Maybe this could be a generation filled with them.

"I promoted you because you proved yourself wise, capable, and passionate about protecting this village. Still, I keep an eye on you. You're still young, and mistakes are a natural part of growing older. But to have such young people leading entire villages . . . It's unnatural. In my opinion, such young people shouldn't lead such large groups. If they make a mistake, that mistake will reverberate through the entire village, and then the country, and possibly the rest of the shinobi world." He said, shaking his head again. Yamine wanted to chuckled but choked it in. She was young, but she was confident enough to know that she wouldn't mess up. She wasn't the type to just think about who she was. She knew who she was and knew herself enough to know that she wouldn't mess up. Still that kind of outburst would be disrespectful to the Tsuchikage.

"Indeed I am young, sir. But if I may speak up, this newer generation has been filled with new hopes. The Hokage herself is only twenty-two, I hear. Younger people have ruled this generation, and younger people will lead it. Yes, we mess up at times but we learn how to fix things. Countries need stronger hopes and stronger defenses. And with newer things introduced to us, we learn more and we become stronger. As ANBU captain I have learned many things. And I have learned that I am capable enough not to mess my village up, and not to lead it to war." She emphasized that it was her village. She cared about the village more than most people would. She probably thought that she was the only one who cared about Iwa this much. Her passion for Iwa was just as strong as a mother to her child. The kind of love that needed sacrifices and commitment. The kind of love that couldn't be broken by words or actions. Though she hated being used, if Iwa needed it she would be used by her own country.