SUBJECT: CALLISTO

Callisto doesn’t remember much of his childhood, a mixture of repetitive days and plucked out memories ever since he slipped on that ice, though he remembers the feeling of his brains pooling on the frozen floors. Every day was the same, the only attention ever given was to train and train and train, ever since he was five years old he was on that ice, working to be the very best figure skater, to be what his parents couldn’t anymore. Any brief reprieve was sneaking around with his best friend or any boys taking advantage of that shy, innocent little nervous wreck that would fold for any attention he could sink his claws into. That person he once was leaked out with that blood, how bitter the cold is now.

Corruption magic, failure, losing his loved ones. Corruption magic ruined everything he worked for, taking his leg and brain. Failure could never be an option. He only has so many people left, what would he do without them?

I forgot to put the why for Hadeon’s sucks in air through my teeth yeaaaahhhhh my bad. All are a result of his fear of himself, the disgusting monster he is every time he looks in a mirror, that ugly beast people see when their eyes stare.

He has dabbled in corruption magic, that caused the accident, it ruined his life. His great grandfather has a plan for him, he doesn’t know what. He doesn’t want anyone to know that he suffers from brain damage due to an injury, he hates the way people look down on him when he tells them… even if it explains why he forgets.

Yes
Matías Narumi. An ex-partner, one different to his usual tastes; instead of a gothic, shy type, he was loudmouthed and snarky, a brightly coloured person. They weren’t the best to Callisto, they tried, they really tried, but shattered glass left unswept will only cut the next person to step on it. Ultimately, Callisto broke up with him after a massive fight… over Avery Ashford of all things, curious.