Cal never stops moving. Where Lav schemes quietly, Cal acts on impulse and deals with consequences later. They're both adolescent dragons with the same hormonal chaos making them dangerous, but Cal wears it differently. She's loud about her cruelty, explosive with her temper, and when she wants something she goes after it immediately.

The same four things that distract Lav work on Cal too:

1. Fighting with her sister, Lavendula
2. Being told off by Tokki
3. Tormenting Doggy
4. Dealing with Yobi's anger

New arrivals quickly learn that Cal's the one you'll hear coming. That doesn't make her less dangerous. If anything, her unpredictability makes her harder to avoid. Lav might manipulate you into a corner, but Cal will drag you there herself and enjoy every second of it.

Cal's trapped in the Dungeon just like her sister, forbidden from leaving before she becomes the monster their mother was. But where Lav turns to dark magic when she's bored, Cal burns off energy differently. She trains constantly, pushing her body to its limits because sitting still drives her insane. Practices flying in the limited space available, works out until she's exhausted, spars with anyone willing (or unwilling).

When she's not moving, she's challenging people to games. Cards, dice, physical competitions, anything with a winner and loser. She's intensely competitive about all of it, turns everything into a contest. Probably cheats when she thinks she can get away with it. Takes every win personally and every loss worse. The other dungeon residents have learned to just let her win sometimes or deal with the tantrum.

She also enjoys fashion, specifically techwear and streetwear. Scrolls through sites constantly, orders things she doesn't need. If she can't leave the Dungeon, at least she can look good while stuck here. Sometimes drags Lav into trying on clothes together, which either ends in bonding or a fight depending on the day.

Cal stands at 168 cm, same height as her twin but carries herself completely differently. Where Lav moves with calculated grace, Cal's all restless energy. Her fierce yellow eyes are always darting around, looking for the next thing to react to. They glow brighter when she's excited or angry, which is most of the time.

Burgundy hair that she keeps practical but stylish. Small white horns that she can't hide, not that she'd want to. Her bright turquoise wings and matching tail are her most distinctive features. She can retract them when needed but usually doesn't bother. Why hide what you are?

She dresses in techwear and streetwear that can handle her lifestyle. Lots of blacks, teals, practical pieces with straps and zippers. Everything built for movement because she's never standing still. Athletic build from constant training, always looks ready to either fight or run.

Cal and Lav's story started centuries ago in a world that got absolutely wrecked by a massive dragon. For ages, this thing enslaved entire nations, burning anyone who stood up to it. It wanted wealth, power, and everything else it could hoard. The skies went dark. Civilizations fell. People gave up hope.

Then one day, it just stopped. No more fire. No more destruction. Nothing.

Some brave (or stupid) people climbed up to its mountain lair to figure out what happened. They found the dragon dead, burned down to ash and bone with a few smoldering embers still glowing. But in the middle of all that death sat something alive: a glowing egg, pulsing with energy.

Cue the panic. Nations scrambled to form an emergency council. Leaders, mages, occultists, everyone who mattered showed up to debate what to do. They argued for weeks, but everyone agreed on one thing: that egg had to go. The world had suffered enough. No more dragons. No more fire. Time to move on.

Easier said than done. Months passed and nothing worked. Every spell bounced off it. Every weapon broke against it. The egg just sat there, completely indestructible. Finally, the council accepted reality: they couldn't destroy it, so they'd have to get rid of it another way.

The world's most powerful mages joined forces and ripped open a dimensional rift. They shoved the egg through and sent it somewhere far away where it couldn't hurt anyone ever again. Problem solved, right?

Wrong. The egg tumbled through dimensions and landed smack in the middle of Yobi's private chambers in the Dungeon. The fox immediately felt the dark energy radiating off it and knew exactly what kind of threat this thing represented. She made a call right then: whatever hatched from that egg would belong to the Dungeon. It would never leave. Ever.