Name: Callie “Cal” Evans
Age: Seventeen
Appearance: [img]http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/cb/d1/03/cbd103bf3b99042f556cc878bf26f5e9.jpg[/img]
Personality: Quiet, Violent, Rude, Rebellious, Protective and Defensive. 

On the outside Cal likes to act like the bad ass chick she is. She refuses to take shit from anyone, especially adults or people who are younger then her and think highly of themselves. Cal is extremely foul-mouthed (except around children and the elderly) and has the tendency to go into berserk rages. Cal isn't the smartest person on the planet, and isn't good at quick comebacks, rather thinking with flying fists. Despite this rough and tough exterior, Cal is not without her own personal weaknesses. She also harbors a very dark inner secret that she refuses to tell anyone. This secret is extremely mentally taxing for her, and can cause her to physically freeze if she is reminded of it. 

Cal gives off a vibe of “I'll mess with you if you mess with me.” Being raised in a house with little to no rules or authority shaped Cal into an independent girl with little need to give respect to those who have not earned it. She rarely asks others for help, despite often needing help. Schooling has always been hard for Cal, as she isn't the fastest learner. However she is too noble to herself to ask a teacher for help catching up. She still tries her hardest though, so every little victory is a big one to her. Cal has a rather complex past, one she doesn't often share with others, that shapes her into a rather complex person. The only people who might know of it are the staff. Deep down, Cal is a bit of a lonely person and is too shy to initiate conversations with people she has just met. 

Background: Cal grew up in a house with no rules. Drinking, smoking, drugs, sex. All of this was allowed once she came of age. She didn't see her parents much, to her they never really felt like parents. More like strangers who lived with her and occasionally showed up at the trailer home drunk or high. Cal was an only child, she assumed she was a mistake anyway, and found herself taking responsibility for a lot of the chores around the house. She made her own food, cleaned whenever her parents made a mess. And kept to herself. The only time she felt any pride in herself was at school. Her teachers seemed to like her, and the music director even taught her to play the piano. Cal was rather good at playing, allowing her emotions out while she did so. But her parents never attended a concert. 

That was until the day she was expelled. Cal doesn't speak of why she was expelled. Rumors circulated the town that she beat another kid almost to death and others say it was for dealing drugs. Either way Cal didn't want to go back home. So she packed a bag, grabbed her truck and left.