#callowaydarling

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Calloway ‘Siegfried’ Darling - Prime Asset OC

Calloway was born in Germany, and grew up with his father after his mother passed during labour. His father was an underground doctor, claiming that he was ‘doing good for those who couldn’t afford it’ and Calloway being only young at the time, saw nothing wrong with this. In fact he envied his father. He was fascinated with the human body after watching countless operations done by his father. At around the age of fifteen they moved to New York, where Calloway’s love for music started to grow. He basically grew up in the theatre, particularly falling in love with classical music. It gave him a sense of power whenever he heard it. And so he enrolled at a music school for the naturally gifted. Music made him someone. Without it he was just ‘the back-alley doctor’s sissy son’. He knew he was destined for greatness. He was going to show them. Even if it meant getting a little messy.

Twelve years pass and Calloway’s father has finally been caught for all the illegal operations he does. On the night that the police were meant to collect him, all they could find were rooms and rooms filled to the brim with classical instruments. And amongst them, Calloway. He tells the officers he hasn’t seen his father, but rather suspects he’s gone on the run to avoid being arrested. The police don’t see anything that sticks out so they leave. What they didn’t know was that Calloway’s father was right there the whole time. Just a little scattered. His head in the tuba, his body stuffed into the piano, his hands ready at the violin. Calloway wasn’t going to let his father’s stupidity drag him down. He was in his prime now.

Another ten years goes by and Calloway is at the top. His blood, sweat and tears has brought him to this very moment. His name in lights, his face on posters and billboards. His live orchestras are the best in town. Many people like to joke that it’s due to his unusually elongated fingers on his right hand. They say he doesn’t need his baton. He was born to do this. God chose him. He always lets that comment get to his head. He loved the power he got when he was conducting. He was in control. Until the curtains dropped that was. He knew he needed more. The instruments never sounded right. They never had that rawness he was searching for. It needed a more ‘human’ touch. And no, not a singer. Nothing could ever be that easy.

‘The sound a human body makes is more sweeter than any instrument in the world. A guttural scream is much better than anything a trumpet could do. I can make you beautiful, I can make you sound perfect.’

Turning humans into his instruments was what he craved. That’s what he’s been needing. And thanks to his father, he knew just how to do that. He knew that no one would truly understand his image. A maestro with ‘living instruments’ wasn’t a thing. That was just a mad man. Calloway would make the people see his vision. One way or another.

Calloway’s appearance is a mess between a bunch of different instruments. Piano keys lodged in his head. Harp strings attached to the side of his torso and the underside of his arm. He has a violin bow sticking out his leg and the classic f hole carved into his leg. And of course you can’t forget the trumpet hanging from the bandages clinging to his tux. He believes he’s one with the instruments. And will mainly use his baton to end his victims.

‘Music is a labyrinth with no beginning and no end, where mystery remains eternal’

(Forgive me if anything is grammatically wrong I’ve been so tired lately 😞)