[@Fading Memory] & [@yoshiskittlez]
Thanks!
Ah, I just have to put brackets around it. This is the first time I've been on my computer to post on here in days, so I never noticed the button. ^^;

[@Blitz] Awesome. I almost finished with her last night, but was running on fumes so I left off in the last bit. I did accidentally create another Lost One character while writing up her bio. That particular one will be dead, but her title will go on to someone else, if that's okay? You'll see what I mean when I post it. xD I don't intend to us her as my secondary character. 

I was battling back and forth with the idea of having a second character ... but we seem to have enough, and I don't want to over-extend myself on the first group RP I've done in a while. I do have other PM-based ones that I don't want to neglect as it is, and work has been so~ ridiculous~ lately that I don't get a break to check in. Hopefully that mess will calm down soon because it's exhausting. xP

Alrighty, back to hacking out the little bit left on Leigh after I pay some bills. Just woke up for sundown. Ah~ Nocturnal life~ 

[hider=Leigh][center][h2][b][i]Full Name[/i][/b][/h2]
Calliope Samantha Livingston
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[h3][b]Alias/Nickname(s):[/b][/h3] Leigh, The White Raven, Sister

[h3][b]Age:[/b][/h3] 
20

[h3][b]Gender:[/b][/h3] 
Female

[h3][b]Sexual Preference:[/b][/h3] 
No real preference. 

[h3][b]Appearance:[/b][/h3] 
Leigh has a lean frame. She is of average height for her age. She has a jagged, round scar just below her left collarbone from her infancy, and does not remember how she got it. Usually keeps her hair braided. Has her left ear cartilage pierced. Usually wears dark clothes, almost always has fingerless (worn) leather gloves on.

[h3][b]Gang Affiliation:[/b][/h3] 
Lost Ones

[h3][b]Brief History:[/b][/h3] 
Calliope "Leigh" was born and raised in the slums to a single-mother who found life too hard to handle the burden, thus when her birth mother committed suicide just before Leigh's 6th birthday, she was fortunate enough to be found by Theodore Livingston - or so she thought at the time. Theodore, a young man at the time, was patient. He taught her how to survive in the slums, but he was in deep dept with a loan shark by the time she was twelve. When payment time came and he couldn't make it, he offered to sell Leigh. She fled, feeling betrayed, and began to keep to herself. By then, she knew which areas to avoid and how to survive, more or less. Still she struggles with not stealing after using it to survive for so long, but otherwise she agrees with the philosophy as her preference to keep to herself works for them. Since, she has worked for the Lost Ones for recon and runs between as she is lean, small, and agile. 

[hider=Leigh Log: The Violin]
It had rained the night before, but Leigh had managed to find shelter in the rafters of an out-of-commission warehouse. There was likely people inside, as most of the homeless or poor would take any cover they could on days such as this. But Leigh had learned to stay away from people as most that fell into her lot were a sordid and unsavory bunch. There was a pocket of a few that were like her, not interested in holding their own by taking from others in one way or another. But, again, she’d learned they were few and far between. So, as the rain poured on loudly atop the tin roof above, she slept on a board held between two beams.

The following morning, she was awaken by an unfamiliar melancholic music. She looked down from where she slept, the early morning light pouring in through the busted windows to an open bay floor scattered with debris. Standing in the warmth of the sun, there was a woman with the source of the sound against her shoulder. Making no move to reveal herself, Leigh had simply rolled over atop the board and watched the woman play.

She was old, Leigh could tell. Her dark hair had lines of grey streaking in, her sheaf of a dress hung loosely off her frail figure. She was too far away to see any specific features, but Leigh wasn’t interested in her. Not really. She was fascinated by the small instrument she had never seen before.

It was as if the woman felt her gaze, the music suddenly halted with a screech and her head fell back. Leigh recoiled to the shadows just before the woman’s eyes found her. She spoke though, and her voice was a smooth, soothing depth that didn’t match her appearance. Maybe if she was healthier…

“Do you like the violin, little bird in the rafters?” 

Leigh said nothing, and for a moment she wondered if the woman had left. But soon the music started again. After a few long, almost mournful hums of the instrument, [i]the violin[/i], there was another pause but this time it was as if the music just faded away rather than come to an abrupt end. Leigh had remained with her back against the board, looking at the pocked tin of the roof above while she listened. 

“Don’t stop.” It was quite possibly the first time Leigh had spoken aloud since fleeing from Theodore and his loan shark. The woman gave a soft laugh, barely audible to Leigh above. 

“If you come down, I can teach you.” Again, steady and warm. Kind. Leigh had heard kindness before though, and it wasn’t real in the end.

“Why does it sound so sad?” Leigh asked instead.

“Most things do these days, little bird.” She sounded sad, Leigh thought, even if it seemed to be said with a smile. “The violin, such as other instruments, can carry any emotion depending on how it is played. I’ll play something else if you come down and let me get a good look at you.”

“No.” Leigh said, no real defiance to her tone, but a dispassionate declaration. She was only just shy of thirteen, but it seemed her soul was more of a mellow sort unless provoked and here she was in no danger.

“Then I shall take my leave.” And so the woman did. 

Leigh, still not entirely immune to child-like curiosity though, followed. From a distance, of course, and sticking to the advantage of height. When the woman made it to the breach that had allowed her in, she paused for a moment. Though Leigh had been quiet, it seemed the woman knew somehow that she was being followed.

So, she hung back and waited. When the coast was clear, she climbed through a stilled industrial fan and watched the woman wind her way through the alley and out of sight. Though she was frail and clearly defenseless, holding no real sense of presence, people moved aside for her. From the vantage Leigh was at, she couldn’t tell if it was out of respect or fear or something else. She simply walked with the violin and the … stick she had used to play it hanging loosely in each hand.[/hider]

[hider=Leigh Log: The Matron]A week had passed, Leigh deciding that the rafters of that warehouse would be her place until she found a better one, when she saw the woman again. She had been looking for her, listening for the unfamiliar sound. She’d catch herself doing so while ‘acquiring’ some food or wandering through some buildings. The low hum came on the night air while she sat in a tree of a run down park, eating some tossed bread she’d found in the bag the bakery threw out every night at closing.

“Perhaps you’re more of an owlet than a delicate bird.” Leigh tilted her head in confusion, looking down at the woman who had approached. Had she been actually looking for her? “My, my. But owls are deadly to the right prey. And I’ve heard whispers you only target specific sorts. The right sort, one that I can approve of. But an owl doesn’t feel quite right either...”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Leigh said, hesitation at seeing the way the woman’s grey eyes glinted. She hadn’t hurt anyone, that she knew of. Sort of just scared them or inhibited them. But this was only the second time she’d seen this woman.

“The Orphan, I’ve heard you called. There are so many of those around here, and not one earned that title by doing anything spectacular.” Her voice was less direct now as it began to return back to her dreamy tone while continued to follow along in her musings. “You, on the other hand, have become a Peter Pan of sorts. A much quieter, more efficient one.”

[i]What is a Peter pan?[/i] 

A chuckle, perhaps at Leigh’s confusion playing across her face as the thought crossed her mind. The woman continued when Leigh met her gaze again. “We could use you. Help you.”

“No, thanks.” Leigh said suddenly, immediately suspicious of anyone’s motives especially when offering to help her. She hopped down then, landing directly before the woman on her hands and knees. She quickly stood and dusted her palms off before turning to go. If they had not been alone and the woman appearing so weak, she wouldn’t have dared get that close. As it was, she knew she could run if she had to. She’d done it before.

“If you change your mind, Calliope, please ask the man in the green jacket where to find The Matron.” Leigh turned then, having not heard her given name since as far back as she could remember. But the woman, The Matron, was gone.
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[hider=Leigh Log: The Lost Ones]
[i]Men.[/i] And some women, even. Leigh felt her lip curl as she rested her forehead to her fist and panted, having just outran a small troop who had tried encircling her. It was something about the way their eyes looked... hungry. It was scary, but also disgusting. She was still a [i]child[/i] after all. 

But that didn’t matter. She knew it didn’t. 

There was something about this last run in with that sort though that had her considering the offer made to her a few weeks prior. It was a stroke of irony that a catch of green passed through her peripheral as she sat on a fire escape, the timing couldn’t have been better planned. It may have been the fact that the bakery had closed, or the fact that she was finally ready to admit that she couldn’t do it all on her own, or that she missed Theodore despite it all but she called out: “The Matron said you could tell me where to find her.”

Leigh had heard of the Lost Ones, of course, having been hiding out in one of their ‘territory’ areas for the past few months. They seemed to be everywhere but nowhere. It was a bit disconcerting, but Leigh had more base worries at the time. Worries that The Matron insinuated she could help aleve. There would be a price, the girl of just thirteen knew, but everything had a price. And if Leigh had to fall on gang activity to survive, The Lost Ones didn’t sound much different from what she was already doing based on what the man in green had said.

She wasn’t a leader, she claimed. She was, like so many others, a guide. The Matron was a title given to the one who sought out and trained the children that showed potential that aligned with the goals of the gang. There were many children in Leigh’s situation, and many eyes on them and passing word to The Matron. Of course, there were several matrons scattered about the separated territories, and they all shared the title. 

Leigh, in all the time she had been under The Matron after the day she climbed atop the high-rise balcony leading to her home, had never learned her name. She did learn to fight, and more importantly when not to. On nights in, she learned the violin. As the years went, she fell into more ease with her life. She became the eyes from above watching the paths, a scout and envoy, The White Raven. 

The Matron laughed when she said she didn’t understand. “I used to study literature and mythology - or, I suppose, listen and retell the stories, much in the way of the ancient cultures who passed what we once called classics down by word of mouth. There was once a time when stories of deities acting as mortals would with base sins was entertaining... The White Raven was a spy for the god Apollo who suspected his lover of being unfaithful. Innocent and unseeming, but flew back with news of betrayal he had suspected. Of course, he punished the messenger, burning its beautiful white feathers so it was scorched black... so don’t get burned, my darling.” 

It was the first time Leigh learned anything about her, that she used to love stories, as she had kept her distance enough to feel at ease. She wouldn’t get closed to anyone after Theodore, she’d told herself. She had been sitting in the high, stone window of a ruined church in place of the stained glass that had been broken out with The Matron below, thinking on this as the woman began to play her violin. It was a memory Leigh still held close to her heart to this day as it was the last time she saw [i]her[/i] Matron.

She returned from her mission she’d embarked on that evening to the other territory to be handed a violin and bow by the man in the green jacket. The same violin she had learned on. The Matron’s violin. He patted her on the shoulder and left her as her confusion broke to understanding, crumbling to tears while embracing the instrument. 

Leigh later learned she had died in stray gunfire on her own mission through Amaranth territory. Her body wasn’t recovered, but the news of her death had the man in green seeking Leigh out. Her own deserted small loft was also passed over to Leigh, as well as a contact for nearest matron. She wanted Leigh to continue doing what they had been doing between jobs. And she would.
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[h3]Extras[/h3]
[list][*][b]Theme:[/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yztpnvc1yt0]Stars Align - Lindsey Stirling[/url]
[*][b]Likes:[/b] Fruit, classical stringed instruments, a strong breeze, high places, solitude 
[*][b]Dislikes:[/b] Children in danger, a broken word, drugs, being truly alone
[*][b]Fears:[/b] Being trapped/confined, whales (odd reason), rats
[*][b]Hobbies:[/b] Roof-jumping, exploring/scouting areas, playing violin
[*][b]Goals:[/b] Leigh strives to find out intel on children being abducted or sold, so she can prevent it from happening by disrupting plans or taking the children away to The Matron. 
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The theme is what took the longest. xD I took some liberties with The Lost Ones because it was a little vague ... is that okay? I can totally change this stuff.