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𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚄𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙻𝙴. — and so the poem begins with old grief again at my neck.

full name & aliases: callum emerson noble, tba. age: thirty eight. gender & pronouns: male, he/him. orientation: demiromantic bisexual. species: human (cursed), sorcerer (dormant). dob & birthplace: december 10th. bristol, england. ancestry: malaysian, british. fc: henry golding. education: college graduate. known languages: english, malay, asl.

current location: new york city, ny. his own private mansion. occupation: actor, supervillain.

scars: multiple small ones across his body from training and missions gone wrong. a faint line on the left side of his throat. two bullet scars on his lower abdomen. tattoos: n/a.

powers & abilities

temporal looping. due to his father's magical tampering, since his birth callum has possessed the ability to loop through the same day over and over again if he doesn't survive through midnight. he is always aware of every day that passes, though nobody else has any recollection.

bad luck. though the effects are largely negated as long as he's wearing his mother's enchanted bracelet, her curse has passed onto callum as well and doomed him to experience catastrophe in any way that it might be able to present itself.

relationships

zula noble (mother, deceased), emerson noble (father, unknown), tristan hollands (legal guardian, former) sebastian iona jr. (partner & husband — verse dependent), aurora maka (adopted daughter), elian lyndon (adopted son)

saniyah nur (best friend), alexander lyndon (enemy)

shipping status: closed with livingprophecy.

notes

— though he tries not to count, callum is never able to shake the sense that he knows exactly how much time he's gone through and how much of that time no longer exists to the outside world. as part of his curse, there seems to be some sort of internal clock situation going on. he also knows exactly how much time he spends in each loop, much to his frustration.

[ trigger warnings for parental death, drowning, suicide, shootings, and child abuse ! ]

the son of an up and coming actress and a secretive man with a decent amount of wealth, callum was born well into privilege. while his mother enjoyed the spotlight, his father preferred privacy, and made an effort to shield his son as well. when callum was two years old, his father vanished and was presumed dead. left with his wealth, no longer feeling safe in town, and seeing an opportunity to branch out further into her career, callum’s mother packed up their belongings and moved them to new york, where she found them a new place to call home.

callum grew up knowing little of his father. with the impression that there were things his mother didn’t want to talk about, callum allowed the subject to pass by without much prodding. his father had loved them, that was enough for callum. he spent his childhood watching everything that his mother did; her rise to stardom, how much the public took a liking to her and him by association. everyone knew who they were, knew everything about them. as a child, callum never saw a problem with it.

that was, until callum was eleven. on the way to the airport, they waited among traffic. the next thing callum knew, everything was shaking, he was falling, and then there was nothing. he woke up to his mother barging into his room, urging him to get his things together. it was the same interaction he’d had with her the previous morning. callum couldn’t wrap his mind around it. he allowed the day to progress as it had, more attentive but still not fully understanding. this time, he was looking out the window when it happened. he saw familiar shapes passing by. as if on cue, everything began. the bridge they were on gave way, the car was falling, his mother screamed. this time, callum recognized the initial waves of pain before it all disappeared entirely.

the third came with an immediate surge of panic. callum wasn’t sure what was happening, couldn’t even begin comprehending. he tried to get his mother to listen, but they were running late, and callum couldn’t make himself coherent. his mother offered to let him stay behind, but callum refused to let her go alone, and she wouldn’t stay either. this job was important. callum watched everything now; as they got into the car, every interaction with the driver, the people that passed by and the cars beside them. everything happened quickly, but again callum saw the shapes in the distance, what they had to be but couldn’t be. another moment of panic seized callum, but in the next, he was moving — dragging his mother out of the car, screaming at the driver to run. they were only feet away when the bridge began to collapse, pavement beneath them cracking. as they went down with the ruble, his mother’s horrified gaze turned to him, silent words caught in her throat. this time, callum felt the impact of falling into the river, being pulled away from her, everything hurting and the water rushing into his lungs as cars and rocks fell on top of him. then, again, nothing.

the fourth time wasn’t much different, neither was the fifth. any effort from callum was too little, not enough. he didn’t understand why this was happening to him, but it didn’t stop. it wasn’t until more loops had passed that something snapped. as their car crossed the bridge, callum felt like the world was ending on repeat, yet he was somehow growing numb. he asked his mother if he was going crazy, nothing made sense and he wasn’t sure if it was real. when she finally inquired about his feelings, he told her the truth: time was going in a circle for him, death didn’t seem to stop it. the same horror callum had seen in her eyes on the third loop returned. she drew closer to him, taking the bracelet he had never once seen her without and wrapping it around his wrist. she ordered him not to take it off, and the next time the loop occurred, for him to stay home. callum had no time to ask questions, everything hit again right after.

the next, he intended to demand some explanation. but that morning, it wasn’t his mother’s voice that awoke him, it was the absence. callum blinked awake into an empty mansion, his mother nowhere in sight. he rushed to get dressed, a new horror dawning onto him. running all the way to the bridge. the sinking feeling in his gut that told him it was already too late didn’t cease until he was standing by a line of emergency vehicles, seeing the dust the rubble left behind. there was no bridge left. it took days for them to find all of the cars, all of the remains. callum didn’t have to look at the lists to know his mother was gone. he could barely recognize the bracelet still wrapped around his wrist, nor the familiar shapes he’d seen a handful of times in the loops: the heroes, conveniently already at the scene of the tragedy.

per his mother’s will, everything she had would go to callum when he was eighteen. he had no family left, but his mother placed him under the guardianship of a friend, tristan hollands. tristan had no desire for children, and didn’t know the first thing about raising one. he shuffled callum off to the nearest boarding school with an instruction to send word if he required anything. callum was angry, felt detached from the experience. he wrote it off as a nightmare, it had to be. still, he knew something was off, and he wasn’t going to figure it out just sitting around in some school for unwanted rich kids. he got himself expelled from the boarding school, and returned home with a proposition. callum knew charm, how to get people to like him, and he could be the most well behaved ward anyone could have. or, if he was sent away again, he’d get himself expelled out of that one too, and no money would be enough to hide that from the public. callum wanted to stay in new york. as long as he could do that, he’d keep out of tristan’s hair. begrudgingly, tristan agreed. he allowed callum to do as he wished within reason, even letting him return to his family’s mansion and live alone. the place was empty, void of life, but it was home.

callum spent the next few years using tristan’s resources to do more digging into the so-called accident. he remembered the heroes being there beforehand, but no proof. but he tried not to let it consume his life, leaving himself space to move on. by sixteen, callum was on his way to adjusting. he went on a beach trip with friends. a day of fun turned sour when callum found himself submerged with water rushing to his lungs, the current dragging him under and under. the same story again, nothingness and then waking up the same morning. this time around, callum took care to keep away from water, instead staying with a group on the shore. he was entranced to see that this was a repeat of the previous day, with the modifications he made to his own behavior. to his horror, he found he hadn’t been the only person to die in the previous loop: another friend was with him when the accident occurred. it took hours for callum to wrap his mind around it, the reality of everything, whatever it was he was living through. the guilt at knowing he let his friend die. as the day came to a close, callum realized: if he died before midnight, there was a high chance the day would reset again. he could save him. not letting himself think it through, he immediately acted. callum took his own life. as predicted, time went back. he relived the day one more time, ensuring that his friend made it through safely.

callum realized he had a strange skillset, something he couldn’t call a power. looking into his own family background to see where it came from proved inconclusive results. his father hadn’t made his past readily available, and his mother’s was excruciatingly ordinary. callum decided it didn’t matter. he had an advantage. once again, he resumed the search for answers. callum knew he wasn’t imagining things. the heroes were involved. somehow, they’d been there when the collapse had occurred. by eighteen, legally able to handle his mother’s estate, it was everything he cared about. like his mother’s life and death, this was something the media took notice of, and callum found himself subject to everyone’s attention. rather than back away, he fully leaned into the spotlight. the things he’d learned from his mother’s acting, he put to use. he made the choice to publicly pursue a career in acting as well, and it wasn’t difficult to be successful when his mother’s popularity was well known.

in the public’s eye, callum was as well behaved — charming, kind, with an ease that came from years of battling grief. but callum continued to obsess. he was going down a hole he didn’t care if he came back from. he was twenty four when things shifted again. at a party for one of his film projects, he met saniyah “yahyah” nur, a composer and musical prodigy. the two hooked up that night. months went by afterwards, and another party had them meeting again. this time, things were different: someone dangerous decided to crash the party, and the two were in the mix. callum was shot fatally while getting between them and yahyah. the second time, callum pulled him and yahyah to the back of the room as the gunman arrived. she was instantly suspicious, and it drew unwanted attention. the third time, he was prepared in guiding her away without being obvious. but the assailant killed others before callum could intervene. that was when yahyah did something unexpected. she began singing, and the lure of the tune pulled the gunman into a trance. the experience ended, but everyone looked at yahyah with fear, and there were still people dead. callum chose to make another attempt, this time with more of a plan. this time, he sought yahyah out immediately. callum pulled her aside, saying he knew about her power, saying he had one too, and something bad would happen soon. she was dubious, but listened. when the time struck, yahyah began singing and drew the attention of everyone who could hear. wearing earplugs, callum was the only one unaffected by her influence. he wove his way through the crowd, hunting. before anyone could process what was happening, callum found the man. thanks to yahyah’s powers, nobody noticed what occurred, just the aftermath: a man, a gun, and callum, the hero. yahyah pulled him away as soon as they were free, demanding to know everything. for first time, callum allowed himself to be honest with someone.

the two grew close, and she pushed callum to let go of his pursuit. but callum couldn’t. an entire decade passed with little to no answers. finally, he decided to go the drastic route. he took up villainy in hopes of being able to obtain some shred of proof, not caring what he had to do to get it. it was reckless, and only grew worse. soon callum ended up in another loop, this one impossible to get out of. he all but gave up on ever getting out of the loop when he was saved by another villain, one callum only barely recognized. he was critiqued for his inexperience, but callum didn’t care. the other knew what he was doing, and callum immediately saw the benefit of having someone like that to help him out. he offered the villain anything he needed — money, resources, — in exchange for his help. much to his surprise, the other accepted. so began callum’s partnership with sebastian iona jr.

the two worked together seamlessly, but callum never revealed the truth of his own abilities. unfortunately, the least expected things were an issue. it never escaped callum’s attention that baz was incredibly attractive, and when baz came onto him one night when both were just on the wrong side of drunk, the two slept together. while callum may have been able to brush it off easily, he understood that for baz it was a line that shouldn't have been crossed. he tried to ignore it, but something had shifted. to deal the frustration and distraction that this caused, callum continued with his string of casual relationships with others. the first time they landed themselves in a no win scenario on a mission and baz confessed he’d fallen for callum, understanding dawned onto him. still, callum knew he could never act on it without revealing the truth of his power, and that neither he or baz were ready for something like a relationship — or if callum himself wanted one.

during an assault on the base of a group of villains, callum stumbled onto a file that made his stomach turn. a young telepathic girl being used as a weapon, and kept in a cage when not deemed useful. callum didn't allow himself to hesitate before making a decision, intending to get her out. he failed the first time around, both he and baz were killed. the second, he got baz killed while searching for her location in the files. it was during the third that callum, having the information, succeeded in finding her. while baz protested, callum saw no option but to bring her with them, knowing she’d be safe at the mansion until they could come up with a plan. he had not expected himself to come to care for the girl, aurora, the way he did, but something about her pulled at him to want to help. he decided soon after to enlist the help of yahyah in trying to get aurora to feel comfortable and safe in their care. with yahyah’s help, callum managed to learn asl in order to communicate with aurora. he found that while he never intended to have a family, he wanted aurora in his life, and he wanted to know she'd be safe.

while baz disagreed, callum found that he couldn’t leave innocents helpless. another superpowered teenager came to their attention shortly after. elian lyndon, the son of the current leader of the same heroes they were after, now being chased for the uncontrollable nature of his powers. callum extended a similar offer to him, promising to help keep him safe from the people that were hunting him. callum decided that no matter what baz said, he would not let these kids down, though he noted when baz began to soften as well and understood that there was something there after all, a feeling callum had not been familiar with. callum loved baz too, and had for a while.

some time after, callum was confronted by baz, who had put two and two together concerning the oddities and inconsistencies. baz realized that callum did have powers, and could guess that he was aware of baz’s feelings. having now heard baz’s love confession in what should have been the end more than a handful of times, callum confirmed that it was true. with this, he finally gave baz what he had never before, the truth: callum had an awful ability that made him able to protect the people he loved, and the person he loved more than anything was now baz. still reluctant and weary of what might come, the two officially entered a relationship, knowing there was more than the purpose and answers they’d searched for all of this time.

more certain, callum finally came to aurora with an offer he had been considering for a while. he wanted to adopt her, officially, and try to bring a close to the awful past she'd suffered. he gave her a choice in everything, knowing this would bring up awful things, that it would mean dealing with the father who’d given her to those people in the first place, and that it being him who was adopting her, there would be more attention on the subject. to his surprise and relief, she accepted. a trial for the man and his abuse did come to pass, and everything became a public spectacle, but callum was there with her every step of the way; even when she wanted to take her father out of the picture entirely. he was relieved that she allowed him to do it on her behalf, not wanting anymore blood on her hands.

all should have been well, but it wasn't. aurora had taken to sleeping at callum’s side in order to feel safe, but one morning he awoke to find that she was gone. knowing she would never leave the house alone, callum comprehended immediately. the people who had her once before came back, and she was gone. a day’s search garnered no results, no evidence, but callum knew he couldn’t allow them to have her for any period of time, and twenty four hours were already too much. callum took his own life in order to ensure the day would start over, and continued his search again and again, until the pieces started falling into place. callum knew exactly how many loops it took until they found the first concrete clue, the proof that there was something amiss. the group who’d taken aurora were working with baz’s ex, who knew him to his core. not knowing how to process that there was a large piece of information baz withheld, something that caused aurora to be taken, callum’s cold demeanor towards baz returned. he blamed baz for what happened, not caring about the consequences. all he cared about was getting aurora back. callum only grew worse when they realized they had to let one loop close, hundreds of days after the search began, to open another the following day. it was only through extensive planning and doing what was necessary that they were able to get aurora back safely, but baz was injured in the process. callum checked in with the hospital, and with elian, who stayed with baz, but kept at aurora’s side until she was on the road to feeling safe again.

callum and baz’s relationship became rocky, extinguished by the anger that callum still felt. however, as time passed, callum allowed himself to forgive. he still wanted baz in his life, he still loved him, and he understood that if baz had known of what could happen, those secrets would never have remained unspoken. it took time but the two came to speak again, finding the common ground that had been ripped away by circumstances. they deserved to be able to make it out of this and find happiness, after all.

after elian’s memory was erased from everyone who once knew him, they moved on. time passed, years spent working towards the same goal, but with a stronger purpose. callum continued to search for his answers, knowing they were closer day by day. and he found them. he found the proof he was looking for. a year prior, elian left for college, then returned. however, as elian was soon captured by the heroes. elian’s father, alexander, wanted answers too. he wanted to know why there was a son he couldn’t remember, more powerful than he could ever be. the heroes were unwilling to give him back, but callum knew there was one thing they wanted less than a prisoner and weapon — to keep themselves safe, to be the heroes. he offered the proof of their crimes in exchange for the return of elian, knowing it was too much to decline. though alexander refused, the others accepted. they gave him up in exchange for the files callum had collected. things came to a close with a fight between baz and alexander, after which alexander was apprehended by the authorities for the destruction caused.

while callum no longer had something to show to the world, he didn’t care. his family was safe. a few days later, a hero came out with the truth: every corrupt thing their so-called allies had done, the awful things that had been covered up to remain in the public’s good graces. the accident that had taken callum’s mother, the truth, all out for the world to see. it was everything that callum had been searching for, and as cathartic as it felt, he didn’t need it like he needed to know his loved ones were okay.

shortly after, he proposed to baz, and the other easily agreed. they were married quickly enough, both of them too impatient and far gone for each other to want anything big and public. it was just them, their kids, yahyah, the family that they had made for themselves. nothing else mattered, and nothing else would have made callum happier.

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