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FAMILY MEMBERS: Parents: Ronnie Vaisey, Murran Vaisey nee Yaxley.
Twin Brother: Cameron Vaisey [deceased at age 9]
OTHER: Corban Yaxley (maternal uncle), other Purebloods. No one he cares about.
PETS: An owl called Owl.

APPEARANCE:


At just over 6 foot, Cal is fairly tall. He carries it well, and his stride has a certain elegance to it. He exudes confidence and his face is seldom without a small smirk. He will flash the full dashing smile now and then, particularly at his most important customers, but not so much that it loses its power.
Cal is always smartly dressed, although that doesn't mean he's always dressed formally. Even in a simple t-shirt and trousers, he maintains a well-cut figure. However, whilst at work (be it at the restaurant or...out), he will wear an open-collared suit.

PATRONUS: Crocodile
BOGGART/WORST FEAR: Solitary confinement at Azkaban because that's zero fun.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Idk. He's pretty good with memory charms when he can be bothered.
EDUCATION: Slytherin, 1997, Prefect.

LIKES: Champagne, sex, violence, cooking, voyeurism, travelling, opera, psychology, high society events, the sound of high heels on a stone floor, bare knuckle boxing, Tracey
DISLIKES: Blood traitors, mudbloods, rose wine, all talk no action, sappiness, maudlin people, Christmas, Quidditch, Tracey
FIRST IMPRESSIONS: Charming, sophisticated, slightly unnerving
OVERALL PERSONALITY:

+ Charming as fuck. True psychopath, he puts on a mask and will charm his way into getting what he wants, to cover his tracks, or just for the fun of it.
+ Observant - He loves to watch people, one of his favourite things about the restaurant. Picking up on quirks, insecurities, exploitable details. Or just the general weirdness of people.
+ Intelligent - not necessarily book-smart but he's pretty clever in a calculated, scheming, manipulative sort of way.
+ Sense of humour - in fairness, he can be pretty damn witty but damn he knows it.
+ Romantic...albeit for the wrong reasons. He can make you feel like you're the one and only person in the world who matters, but it's likely just for control or self-validation. Might be for business gains. Might simply be because he's a dick. Might be to get in your pants. Roll those dice!

= Competetive - self-explanatory. It makes him a savvy businessman but yeah, it often goes too far.

- Sadistic - he enjoys inflicting pain. Physical, emotional, psychological. All three at once? Dream.
- Ruthless - Doesn't give a fuck about hurting feelings, if he even acknowledges that he's done so. However, he'll rationalise and justify his reasons to protect his image and reputation.
- Narcissistic - Self-preservation, self-validation, ego-centric --- he's a self-serving bastard. Doesn't understand why many others aren't. Seems remiss.
- Machiavellian - He'll shake your hand with his right whilst hexing you with his left.
- Obsessive - Hyper-fixation with possessive, controlling undertones. Ladies - form a queue.

HISTORY:
[TW; death of a child]

Considering what he's like now, it would be reasonable to infer that Cal didn't have a good relationship with his parents. However, this simply isn't true. As a child, Cal had a great relationship with both and continues to have a strong relationship with them now. His childhood was idyllic in many ways. The power and wealth of the Vaiseys meant he wanted for nothing, they went on vacations often, he had the best toys, and he was afforded a fine education. He grew up privileged and a little spoiled but it was otherwise an average childhood. Except for that little issue with his brother, of course.
His twin, Cameron, really was the most dreadful bore. Cal loathed him, more so because their parents treated them like they were the same; like equals. Equals? The audacity. It was insulting. Caledon was intelligent, funny, charming and Cam was a wet blanket. He was the weak link in the Vaisey chain. A satisfying day really, when Cal persuaded his brother to swim to the centre of the lake and back again to prove his worth. The lake on their estate was full of Grindelows, and they both knew it. Unfortunately, Cam did not return from the lake. He called for help but again, , unfortunately, , Cal couldn't quite hear him.
But, oh, how Cal cried and cried to his parents. They consoled him. His mother especially who, now bereft of one child, poured two portions of maternal love on to her remaining child. Caledon can do no wrong in her eyes and he is very aware of that.

At age 11, Cal was sorted into Slytherin where he fitted in very well. What's more, his blood status was well received and even celebrated amongst his housemates. Because of this his confidence only increased, and even in the lessons he didn't do as well in, he made efforts to charm the teacher into giving him extra tutelage or some other advantage over his peers. He became a bully towards those who were not pureblood, and especially towards blood-traitors. He loathed blood traitors. However, amongst his fellow Slytherins, he was just one of the guys. Popular, funny, laid-back, even pretty helpful when he wanted to be. If students from other houses were giving Slytherins any shit, Prefect Vaisey would make sure they learned their lesson. All for the ego, of course.

Then he decided to up the game even further. He tried out for the Quidditch team in his final year when a chaser position became available. He got the place (no doubt partly due to his friendship with the captain) and became the best goal-scorer on the team. In truth, he didn't particularly enjoy the game, but his successes on the pitch brought him glory. However, it also brought him a head injury, damaging whatever was left of the connection between the amygdala and prefrontal cortex. He was already displaying signs of psychopathy, but this injury only seemed to exacerbate those traits. Something he has found deeply interesting. Nothing fascinates him more than his own brain. He thinks he's brilliant.

Anyway, upon graduating, what better job than that of a Snatcher? He found that hunting mudbloods and blood traitors was an excellent sport, and just as long as he wasn't too rough with his detainees, it wouldn't damage the bounty. He and Nic Urquhart profited immensely from the war, both money-wise and entertainment-wise. However, the good times came to an end and Cal had to move on, paying off the right people to ensure his little venture was forgotten about.

After travelling for a year or so (until things settled down), Cal returned to the UK and bought a high-end restaurant. Seemingly on a whim. He hired the best of the best to staff it; most of whom are as morally inept as he is. It's since become a hotspot for the Wizarding Elite, affording him the mask he yearns for. Whilst the restaurant itself is high-end, what goes on back-of-house is anything but. Organised crime, torture, interrogations, unlawful imprisonment, smuggling, potion/drug deals, murder. He's always happy to help out his friends, as long as he gets his cut.

Things were great. A perfect life of violence and debauchery and fine fucking food.

Then the curse hit. He was pair-bonded with Lily Moon. Something he probably could have got out of but he went through with it, deciding that it would be good for his image. Halfblood...and the daughter of blood traitors to boot. His parents dislike her, but Lily has been surprisingly useful at convincing certain individuals that the Vaiseys have turned over a new open-minded leaf (spoiler: they haven't). He tolerates her presence and would feel rather inconvenienced if she were to be murdered (similar to if someone killed his owl, he'd have to make a conscious effort to get a new one), but that's as far as it goes.

PREFERRED NAME: Amy
PLAYED BY: Hayden Christensen
CONTACT: kittenfeathers#3673 = best bet. I don't always get notifications from IJ.
TIMEZONE: GMT

FIRST PERSON SAMPLE:

So nice to see The Daily Prophet hitting the hard news this morning. It turns out I'm an Autumn, and my lucky animal is a water vole. Also a page-turning article about cauldron bottoms. I look forward to tomorrow's issue immensely.

[Private to Head Chef]
There's a guest in the freezer. Have it diced and packaged before the start of service. Usual cut.

Oh, and that sauce with the filet mignon last night? Inspired. Bravo, my man.

[Private to Nic]
Get yourself dolled up. We're going to the Casino in Knightsbridge. Take my word, it's the place to be tonight.