Home: All Over
Birthdate: All Hallow’s Eve
Race: Wolf
Age: 28
Profession: She would have to kill you if she told you.
Human Statistics
Height: 5’7
Hair color: Bronzed chestnut
Eye color: Amber
Build: Slender, but muscular
Celebrity Claim: Jessica Biel
Background: She never knew her parents. Her mother gave birth to her alone on All Hallow’s Eve and died within an hour. The gypsies that brought her up never would tell her anything about that night. She grew up being called a miriad of pet names and she was content with that.
Growing up she never had one mother and father. The entire band took care of her, watched out for her, but not until she was in her teens did she notice just how much they protected her. Their protectiveness over her turned annoying and suspicious very quickly. She noticed everyone looked afraid whenever she would venture off to the nearest city to pick pocket. Then whenever she returned safe she could see tears in some of the grandmother’s eyes. It didn’t make any sense. At least not until their happy little camp was attacked.
A rogue wolf pack hit their camp. A pack of 20 decimated them. All of them were killed save one. She remembers very little about that night. The sound of her family being slaughtered rings in her ears to this day, but next to that she only remembers one other thing. The smell of fur and the cold fear that swept through her when his jaws clamped over her shoulder. He dragged her off after she had passed out. At least that’s what she thinks happened. She woke up later in an abandoned shack. Her wound was the only reminder of what happened, that and the nightmares.
Days passed and she managed to clean herself up, find some clothes, and scrounge up food from the nearby city. She didn’t see any sign of the wolves again until a week later. It was the full moon. Not until half way into the change did she see him, the one that had bitten her. He was prowling the perimeter of the shack that she’d made her home. She could feel him, but then the frenzy took over. He was gone by that time. She woke up miles from her makeshift home, naked, and covered in blood. The taste of animal blood in her mouth made her vomit. Only after she had found her way back to her shack did he come for her. He brought her fresh clothes and all but dragged her to his compound. There she was introduced formally to the wolves that had killed her family. The Ulfric, Jeremy, had to lock her in a cell while her rage was spent. Once it was over all she could do was accept that she belonged with them now. No one else would take care of her. No one else could help her. Jeremy had made sure of that. He even went so far as to name her. He called her Kalypso. It means "she who conceals". He told her that her mother had been marked as their next member. Unorthodox? Of course, but their pack was rogue. They didn’t follow rules. When he found out that her mother was with child he chose to wait. His reasoning? If he took the child he could bring up a stronger and possibly more loyal pack member. Kaly went along with him, agreeing with him, even going so far as thanking him for taking her in. What Jeremy didn’t know is that she was already plotting. She would find a way to leave. There had to be others like her in Hungary. At least now she knew why the gypsies had been living in fear for her. They'd been trying to hide her from Jeremy.
At 24 she had worked her way up in the ranks. She was their evil doer, assassin, whatever you wanted to call it. She did what the Ulfric no longer wanted to do. Killing off other rogue wolves, vampires, anything that was a danger to them. She gained trust through her actions. So seemingly devoted to the Ulfric and his cause. He let her roam wherever she wanted and one night she didn’t come back. She was on a train headed towards Budapest before the pack even knew she was gone. She traveled from Budapest to the States. Finally choosing to settle down in what she thought would be a safe City.