#changing the age in my bio from 24 to 27 hurt a bit not gonna lie ahaha

[mydaystan]

so mh hi guess who’s back (day6) (day6 is back)

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Your Name, Age (17+), & Timezone: Natasha, 24, EST

Your Birthday: 12/19/93

Calliope Rowena Grimshaw turned 27 years old on January 14. She a Food and Beverage Manager in Greensville. Her face claim is Jessica Parker Kennedy.

Admin Note: Hi Natasha, welcome to NOS! All you need to do now is send in Calliope’s account, and we can get your follow link posted (we’ll also get you a link to the OOC). If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out, we’re here to help! We look forward to RPing with you!! - Admin Tash

Bio: Calliope was born to a Swedish divorcee who was in the middle of a whirlwind romance with a new man. They were married before Calliope could even sit up and her brother was born that December. Growing up with brown skin among her very Nordic family with parents who seemed to actively distance themselves from her led her astray. She met disaster (James) when she was nine and by the time she was twelve, there was no going back. Her teenage years were spent on drugs, prostitution and misery. The worst day (at least, it seemed like it at that point), was when he kicked her out, unwilling to raise a child. She was nineteen, then. She went back to her parents for support and, after the baby, Diona, was born, was set up in an apartment and she never heard from them again. Things stayed terrible for two years. Diona was born small because of the drugs, Calliope had no friends or family to support her, and she was attacked by a John one night, which pushed her to seek out a job as a cashier. That hardly afforded her enough to keep herself and Diona fed, let alone comfortable, so she went to the only person she could think of, Frankie, an older half-sister she’d stumbled upon seven years ago.

That marked a shift in her life, the moment when everything very slowly began to come together. Her sister gave her a job bartending, the lodger she kept, Ransom, became a babysitter for Diona, and Calliope got to be a normal-ish, if not overly stressed, 22 year old. She started feeling safe enough to make friendships, she excelled at her job and started making recommendations for the menu, and she started to think about James less often. The next year, she went with her sister and her performance troupe on a European tour, playing with the band and providing food until they reached Sweden, where she spent the second leg with a maternal cousin, teaching Diona Swedish and recording some songs. When she was 24, she and Ransom started dating and (accidentally) started a family, which came with more heartbreak and hardship. Milo was born in August of 2017, and they were still working to clean up the mess falling in love caused by the time his first birthday came. The worst of it was over, however, and they’d gotten used to helping each other with their personal messes before they ever dated. Life was more stable than it had been since she was a child. She only hoped it would stay that way.

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Would you like to be paired with a buddy to have character connections with (For new applicants)? Sure~

In the event that you leave, can we keep your biography for future use? No. Any comments/questions?: I’d rather my bio not be broadcasted out into JPK’s tag or anything, please.

Sample( 2+ paragraphs):

“Oh…. Th-that….”

“Y-yes, that,” Frankie repeated, sounding stern, despite her hiccuping. Somehow, she always managed to be intimidating when she needed to be. Calliope didn’t understand it.

“He…. W-we…. I….” Calliope was at a complete loss for words. She probably know that Frankie was going to have something to say to her when she found out that Diona was calling her boyfriend Daddy, but she felt like she’d been blindsided with a punch to the gut nonetheless.

“C-Calliope,” she started authoritatively, “You two have been together for what, a month? And n-now this? Do you really think that’s smart?”

“I… I don’t know. She started calling him that and then he, he told me…. He’s OK with it…. H-he’s happy about it, I think, and…. They love each other, so…. She needs a father,” she murmured, not looking at Frankie. Calliope knew that letting Diona call RJ Daddy was a risk, a big one, but she didn’t want to stop her. Not if it was what they both wanted. What she wanted, as well.

“Lily, did you need a father? Did I?” Frankie asked indignantly. What was she trying to say? That women couldn’t manage on their own? Her mother certainly had, along with millions of other ones. And their father had abandoned the both of them before they were born, without a second thought. How could she want anything to do with him?

“Yes. I did,” Calliope answered forcefully, nodding her head as she did. “My life would’ve been totally different if he stayed. I might have gone to finished high school and gone to college and had a normal job before I was twenty-two and-.”

“And you wouldn’t have had Diona, nor would you have your little brother and sister, or me, or any of your friends, or your cousin. The list goes on and on and on. Would you really want things to be that way?” Why were they even having this discussion? Frankie never thought that, even after everything that went on, Calliope would want to do it all over again so things could’ve been easier. Just because it would’ve been easier didn’t mean she would be happy. She was happy now, wasn’t she?

Calliope looked down to the floor again as she listened to her sister, this time in irritation. “Are you done yet?” she asked pointedly. “I know all that, Frankie. I wouldn’t change anything. Not with the way things are now. But I certainly wouldn’t be sad if things had gone better before now, either. Can you blame me? Really?”

Frankie glared over at Calliope for a moment, but relented finally, and sighed. “No. I guess not.”

“No,” Calliope repeated, “You can’t.” She folded her arms and took a deep breath, trying to calm down a little, as difficult as it was. She wasn’t stupid. She knew that Frankie saw her as slightly incompetent. At least slightly. And no, Cal didn’t have the best self image or the most confidence in her abilities as a mother or an artist or anything, but it hurt her to know that her sister felt that way, even if it was only a tiny bit.

“But you have to admit that I have a point. At least with her natural father, she didn’t even know him, so she was never hurt by him. If RJ goes, she’ll be just as crushed as you. Maybe more so,” Frankie reasoned, softening her tone, trying to diffuse the situation and still get her point across.

“I know that, Frankie,” Calliope she answered, emphatically and exasperatedly. “I know. When he told me, I was terrified. And I still am. I thought about exactly what you’re saying, and I even tried to bring it up to him, but he said that you can’t go into a relationship and expect to it end, and he’s right.” Calliope shook her head as she spoke, seeming to say, ‘Why don’t you get it? How do I make you trust me?’ “I can’t just pretend that I’m not still worried that it’s going to happen someday, and it’ll be my fault, but I’m not going to let it get in the way. Besides, we don’t even know if he’d leave. He could still want to be in Di’s life. …Even if the two of us were on bad terms,” she added, praying to God that that wouldn’t be the case no matter what.

“I…. Fine. You’re right. It’s your life. And his. And her’s.” Frankie shrugged, resigning herself to the fact that Calliope wasn’t going to listen to her.

“It is our life, Frankie. We’re just trying to do what best for us as a… as a kind of family. We’re not talking about marriage or kids or anything. We haven’t even said ‘I love you,’ yet, but… this is what’s working. And I’m happy. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way in my life. And he’s happy, I’m pretty sure, and he makes Diona happy too, which is the most important thing to me. I’m being careful but…. I don’t want to sabotage this either,” she stated, signalling that the discussion was officially over.

“OK, OK. I understand. I will stop butting in where I’m not needed.”

“…I still need you, you donut. But I don’t need you to doubt me anymore, either. Sixteen year old Calliope and twenty-four year old Calliope aren’t the same people.”

Frankie looked over at her sister somewhat incredulously. That was the last thing she’d expected her to say. But maybe she had a point. Maybe she did still see that sixteen year old girl when she looked at her sister. That was kind of how it worked for parents and their kids, right? And when they were younger, Frankie was more of a mother than a big sister to Calliope, giving her the love and nurturing that she desperately needed, helping her to get her life together. “I’ll butt in less… forcefully, then,” she corrected. And finally, for the first time since the conversation took this turn, they smiled at each other, small, somewhat weary smiles that nonetheless showed their mutual understanding of each other. “So, now, I’m taking you home, right? You have to get out of that dress and they’ll be wondering where you are in the morning.”

“No, it’s OK. I want to stay here tonight. I’ll just tell them we decided to spend some time together after work. It’s not totally untrue,” she reasoned, giving a half-shrug. “I’ll send him a text.”

Frankie’s smile became a little brighter with the news that Cal was staying. “That works,” she said simply. “I’m gonna go bed. I have to be at the Shoppe early tomorrow, so.” She went to leave the bedroom, making it all the way to the door but as her hand got to the doorknob, she stopped and turned around. “Lily. …Thank you. For, for before.”

Calliope hesitated before saying, “You’re welcome. …And thank you. For being concerned and everything.”

With one last smile, Frankie bid her sister goodnight and left the room, feeling like the weight of the world was finally off her shoulders.