[attr="class","rostername"]@callie

[attr="class","rostersub"]a twenty-five year old breeder from Arborville

[attr="class","rostercat"]Callie Sarah Johnson

[attr="class","rostercat"]24

[attr="class","rostercat"]Female

[attr="class","rostercat"]Bicurious

[attr="class","rostercat"]Breeder

[attr="class","rostercat"]Bug

[attr="class","rostercat2"] Hard-working and unafraid to get her hands dirty, Callie is one of those that has an imposing presence despite her smaller size. One might not think it, that she has a high-pitched voice, but she's actually got a fairly alto voice, one that can carry fairly well over distance, even though she normally is soft-spoken. She's not afraid to use if she must as she uses it to command her Pokèmon with confidence. And she is confident.

Confidence and a humble sense of pride in her work is one thing that has been with her since she was very young. Confidence and pride were pressed on the Breeder while she was in elementary school, her parents telling her that as long as she tried her best, she would not be at fault in their eyes. And that included throwing the second swing and making sure that the other person wound up worse than she.

The dark side of Callie is one that many don't often expect. Explosive and violent, this breeder has a nasty reaction to being pissed off when someone flips that switch. Vindictive and changing from pass-aggressive to full-blown aggressive, Callie will forget using her Pokèmon to fight and jump into the fray herself, teeth bared and claws ready. It takes quite a bit to get her to this point, however. So most people are safe.

She can be quite kind and friendly, however, with those around her, provided they don't piss her off. Nurturing, loving, cuddly and huggable are part of her lighter side. Really, with those she feels are in her closer friends, she's much more hands-on with.

To find where her heart lies, however, one needs to only step into her bedroom where she has Bug-type pictures and sketches lying around. One needs to only bring her a Bug to brighten her day as she absolutely adores them in all ways, especially the bugs found in Kanto, Caterpie and Weedle, as well as the Hoenn Pokemon Illumise.

[attr="class","rostercatsub2"]PERSONALITY

[attr="class","rostercat2"] Callie was born and raised in the forests of Arborville, in Johto. She was somewhat homeschooled for the most part and played with her siblings and friends while narrowly avoiding falling off the front porches of the houses she was playing on. She didn't much care for the forest floor at this time and so didn't know of the Pokèmon below. She was a spunky girl and always seemed to be able to find trouble, but hey, that's what being six was all about.

It was around the age of eight, however, that Callie had her first interaction with a wild Pokèmon. She had wanted to go out and play with her brother and sister, but her brother, James, didn't want his annoying little sister to come and ruin his fun with her GIRLYNESS, and her sister was currently in trouble for provoking Pinkie. So, with her parents distracted permission, Callie went out to wander. She decided on exploring a new section of the town today and wandered a favorite path of hers and cheerfully went beyond it. Curiously the little girl explored, seeing new houses and vaguely familiar faces around them. After a little bit of wandering, she came across a Spearow squawking excitedly around a small Pokèmon, a rather timid-looking Ratatta. Confused as to why it was harassing the purple mouse, Callie watched on as it bounced around the scared Pokèmon, pecking at it. When she decided to take a nervous step forward, she drew it's attention, prompting it to attack her. An angry Spearow wielding a vicious Peck attack lunging at her, Callie could help but scream and cower in response.

A minor wound and a few scratches later, Callie looked up when it suddenly stopped to see the Spearow nearby, nursing a frozen wing. Glancing around, she saw a blue Pokemon with a white belly standing determinedly next to a very pretty lady. Sniffling, Callie stood and asked her who she was and told simply that she was one of the people in village and that her name was Serena. The Pokemon curiously wandered up to the scared little girl, looking her over and making sure she was okay. Nodding to the girl, it turned around and nodded at the woman as it wandered back to her. Rubbing her eyes free of tears, Callie timidly introduced herself and asked about the strange blue Pokèmon. "Oh? That's Terry. He's one of my best friends. Do you know what kind of Pokèmon he is?" Smiling shyly, Callie merely shook her head and was told that he was a Poliwhirl, a Water-type Pokèmon. Serena grinned at the girl and said her goodbye and walked off, Callie, excited about what had just happened, ran back to her home to tell her parents about the event, only to find herself in trouble for provoking a wild Pokèmon, but then soothed as they cleaned up her scratches and cuts from the attack. She didn't learn a whole lot from the event, other than Pokèmon were exciting and she wanted one. And she made plans to have her own.

From there, she found herself playing with Pinkie more, sometimes irritating the snubbull and sometimes humoring it, and eventually helped her father catch his own, a sentret named Jasmin. She found herself being pulled more and more toward Bugs over other types and not finding much love toward birds or Ice-types. Eventually she became well enough friends with a daycare that was nearby and was put in touch with a local breeder's group to understand Pokemon even better. Several years passing, she found herself with a ticket to a far off region and unable to bring her own Butterfree with her. It was incredibly difficult to leave it behind, Callie nearly didn't set out at all, but she knew it would be best for it to stay with her parents and try to set out on her own to see what this new place had in store for her.

[attr="class","rostercatsub2"]HISTORY