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    NameCalista Ivers
    Age26
    Code NameTBA
    Height5'5"
    Weight125lbs
    OccupationPhotographer

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    • Name Calista Ivers
      Age 26
      Code Name TBA
      Height 5'5"
      Weight 125 lbs
      Occupation Photographer
      Costume TBA


    • Strengths
      Computer Nerd - Motorcyclist - Strong Spatial - Understanding - Remarkable Memory - Amenable


      Weaknesses
      Too Trusting/Too Optimistic - Too Meticulous - Shady Work Habits - Unskilled Civilian - Soft Hearted


    • Shapeshifting
      Calista will never be able to completely change her biology. This means that she won't be able to ever change into an animal, or take on the face of another human. This ability instead allows Calista to choose one part of her body, and apply a shift in that one area only - she may only shift that body part into either an inanimate object, or, when she beings to train and get to know her powers more intimately, perhaps even weapons.

      For example, if Calista has decided that she wished for her hands to turn into a certain ID card - it will happen. However, if she needed her right elbow to turn into some hook for whatever reason, she will have to drop the shift on her hand, in order to pull off the next desired transformation.


      Weaknesses
      At the moment, Calista only knows how to shift into things that she knows well and regularly uses - like a pencil, her home keys, and occasionally the electronic ID card she needs to slide across her door to get into her designated office.

      She can only transform one part of her body at any time [this rule stays no matter how much experience she may get throughout the roleplay].

      Presently, and in the near future, the transitions between each transformations will be slow and horribly uncomfortable for Calista. [However, in the far future, I plan to have her be able to transition through shifts easily, though it will irritate and leave her arm spasming if she overexerts herself.]


      Digital Manipulation/Hacking
      The most basic way to think of this ability is to liken it to something that's like 'information extraction' - at Calista's level at least, for the next long while. This particular superpower makes it so that when Calista makes contact with machinery, she essentially intrudes as an an auxiliary admin may have access to whatever the machinery may hold, information or otherwise - while this doesn't make her a cyborg, whenever she does use this ability, one may assume that her human behavior and thoughts are dimmed, overridden by the flow of digital signals that she needs in order to understand the languages and codes of the machinery.

      This isn't something that Calista actually understands herself, it is something completely unexplored, since she does fear getting a visit from the feds about hacking things and whatnot - or worse, if she were to stumble upon some great scandal and needed to be 'silenced'. In the beginning, where Calista may first truly exercise this particular ability, she will find it most easy to make a connection and properly manipulate cameras - of most kinds.

      An example of her executing this ability while at a very novice level, would be if she were to follow someone suspicious in an hotel. Upon visiting the control room, she'd simply connect with the main control system, and bring herself into the camera records - scrolling through a particular time frame to find whatever it is she needs, the date and time, and whatnot.

      It's very basic, and things that even normal people may be able to do - but with time, this may be Calista's greatest asset to bring people the comfort and protection they may need in the far future.


      Weaknesses
      At the moment, Calista has to make physical contact with the machinery in order to be granted access. This means she might actually have to climb a ladder and fondle a security camera, or crawl through vents to sneak into some control room to properly take whatever information she needs - she is unable to remotely extract information using a private or tertiary system.

      She is limited as to how much information she can take - as she is very much in tune with her humanity, there will be multiple times in where she may suddenly find herself 'overloaded' with the digital signals. It isn't dangerous to her health in any way, but she will be unable to rearrange and string the codes together from overexertion, and conversion of languages and signals jamming against one another. She will be unable to, for a very long time, to properly balance both digital inputs and human processing at the same time - which means she will have to remain stationary while receiving the digital signals, or ignore any incoming signals to properly tend to her human functions.

      While Calista officially deals with computers for a living - and photography, but still - she still has to learn a whole lot about illegally breaking through walls, erasing her traces, multiple different coding languages, making her own languages and algorithms before even contemplating on more complex uses with this ability.


      Future Growth
      In no particular order, and does not encompass absolutely everything I have in mind with this

      1. When Calista begins to make her own codes and programs, she can then begin to insert them into the machines she connects with - so instead of just taking existing information from the the machine, she can begin to implant her information - false or true - into the database/system/etc. (Ex. A facial recognition method)

      2. When she is familiar enough with the workings of several typical machine systems, she may be able to connect to them from a safer distance - without the need of actually fondling the machinery - and use another computer, or even a phone, to get what she needs from an outside system.

      3. In the far future, if she learns how to get through firewalls, and read different codes, she may be able to do way more than just getting information - opening electronically locked doors with passwords and whatnot, turning off the lights of the building, control the timing of elevators, etc.

      4. Tentative Last Level: Retaining her full human functions while receiving information [though not necessarily doing the more complex abilities]. Example, walking into a shoot out and getting the enemy numbers, who may be armed, who is closest/easiest to throw something at, is there a visible hostage [picked up from cameras], escape routes, etc. This will require Calista actually being able to compute both digital information and physical concrete authentic information before her very eyes - literally, I don't plan on doing this until a very, very long time.


    • At a glance, many are right to assume that Calista is an earnest person. Firstly, she is someone who always does her best to steer herself along the right path, guided by her strong moral compass. Or, as some may say, her naivety and optimistic perspectives often take lead and bring her nothing but trouble. She is a very honest person, nearly incapable of lying - lying well at least - but she is most sincere in her compliments and her words, never failing to truly convey her interest or her genuinity to those she may address.

      She is a bit of a quiet person, but only because she spends more time alone than she does with others - though not necessarily by choice. She can be a little shy, but who wouldn't be when they're usually found with some of the raunchiest/cheesiest/lamest romance novels in their hands most of the time? Calista is definitely a bit of a bookworm, but never fear, for she enjoys human conversation so much more than the fantasies that she loses herself in at times.

      That being said, while she does enjoy having friends and being a good friend at that, she does have a low tolerance for things that simply drain the life out of her. She is easily uncomfortable hearing about the negatives in a person's life. She will lean a shoulder and an ear, but like they all say, lines have to drawn somewhere - and Calista never really knows where that lies, but if the situation is just a bit too sour and salty for her taste, she will give the person the space they need. She simply isn't well equipped to handle drama or some of the more darker aspects of life. Surely, whoever believed that she was someone with good advice at hand would appreciate her leaving them be too.

      Perhaps the best quality that Calista prides on having is how her perspectives hardly change. She is very much her own person, in a sense where she seldom finds comfort by 'strength in numbers'. Mostly unafraid to step out and play both devil and angel's advocate when needed. It is hard for Calista herself to even pinpoint where exactly her passions lie, and as such, she has an easier time finding and seeing both sides of the lens - so to speak.


    • Calista's parents were both powerhouses in their fields. One was a top tier lawyer, and the other a highly reputable doctor. Growing up under such shadows had always played a huge factor in the ever fluctuating levels of Calista's self esteem, not to mention her dreams and goals. Even at a young age, Calista had been a well disciplined child, always preening under the praises of her parents and teachers. In all honesty, she simply looked up to her parents, both of whom while swamped with their work, still managed to give her a fulfilling childhood, giving into [most] of her [reasonable] demands.

      They were basically Calista's childhood heros, and still are to this day. Both excelled and made saving people part of their everyday life, and while her parents had laughed at the comparison, Calista had so firmly believed that no one could ever top them, that nobody could measure up or actually stop them. Alas, as she grew up, she came to discover that just like any other human, they weren't invincible or impervious to the ill will of others.

      In one of her mother's' more complicated and dangerous cases, the entire situation had spiraled out of control - which unfortunately, would seem to happen when organized mafia crime was involved. Their house had been tampered with when they arrived home from a family dinner night out, though they weren't sure if anything had really been taken, her parents had immediately went through procedures to make things right once more. It wasn't the same after that though, the case continued, and of course, being a professional hit, little to no evidence was found of that incident. Calista had just a bodyguard and a few official looking people shadowing her from time to time as the case continued though, for her safety.

      When things escalated though, they took her out from her school into a safehouse of sorts. This was when Calista was just about 18, and more than terrified for her family. Pleading and screaming at the officials hadn't done much to get her out of the situation, and that was when her powers came to be. At the time, the relief and smugness within her had made her overlook the entire thing - her arm had turned into a ... bat of sorts, and in her haste to smash the window to pieces, she failed to realize that she hadn't grabbed for one like she had thought for the next few years. So she escaped that little safe house - though she did leave a post it note on the fridge for her handlers - and immediately went to seek out her mother and father.

      Long story short, Calista eventually found them held at another safehouse, one that hadn't been too heavily guarded, though the door was definitely one beautiful piece of technologic work - she'd simply unconsciously called on her powers, her desire overriding her senses, and unlocked the door easily. The whole case eventually cooled down, though the family decided to move away from the terrible memories, and it was through that experience that Calista found the confidence in herself to go for what it was she really wanted to do, at least for a little while - capturing the moments of life.

      It wasn't as cool as her parents' job, and hardly a heroic one, but this was something that her parents supported wholeheartedly, and brought out the best qualities, the positive ones, from their daughter, one that they were so proud and so delighted to be witness to on most days.


    • Calista stood rigidly by the small window. Her legs were shoulder width apart, and her arms were raised, though tucked close to her body as the camera was held firmly in her hands. In such a position, one would barely notice if she moved, twitched, breathed even ... which meant that when she chose to snap the shot, it should turn out just as still, and unmoving. Lightly inhaling, Calista's eyes darted from side to side, from one side of the lens to the other. Admittedly, there wasn't too much within her field of focus right now, but she knew that her time would come. After all, this was a little side project of hers that she had been looking into for just a bit over a week for now, and tonight, she would launch it.

      Several minutes later, she caught a shadow coming in from the top right side. Stopping the circulation of her breathing, Calista completely froze up. The grip on her camera strengthened, and the finger hovering over the shutter was now lightly caressing the button, more than ready to reflexively snap whenever she needed to. A couple of seconds later, a man walked right into view, and Calista felt the tiniest bubble of relief wash over her, that meant that the first step of her plan had been correct.

      The man continued walking, eventually stopping right next to a plain silver car. Clearly, he wasn't in any kind of a rush to get anywhere, as he took his time unlocking the car and making slow progress in actually opening the doors. As the man wrapped his hands around the handle of the door, Calista's shoulders dropped, forcing the tension to leave - the money shot was going to come by quick, and she would be damned if some nerves got in the way of her task.

      Just as the man slid half of his body into the car, Calista's finger immediately snapped down onto the shutter. There was an audible flickering sound - the picture had been taken. But Calista didn't have the time to check if it was as good as she hoped it was. She snapped down once more on the shutter, this time capturing the car's license plate. As the car drove off out of her field of view, Calista exhaled loudly, inhaling quickly right after.

      Slightly lightheaded, she took a few steps back and fell onto the bed behind her. It was a horrible habit of hers to hold her breath whenever she needed to take a picture, but this was the first of many of her small side projects, a project that often bit into her integrity more often than not when she first planned it out. Perhaps with some time, she'd find herself comfortable enough to snap pictures left and right out of the blue without minding the invasive actions she was partaking in.

      She spent the next few minutes shuffling through the two pictures that she had taken, a small smile blooming on her face as she noted that both pictures were exactly as she had imagined. That took care of step two. Just as she was running herself through the next step, her cell phone lit up, and peeking at the message, Calista decided that she'd forward those pictures to Katherine, the journalist who needed an edge, tomorrow. She had a family dinner to get to.
     
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    • Name Calista Ivers
      Age
      26
      Code Name TBA
      Height
      5'5"
      Weight 125 lbs
      Occupation
      Photographer
      Costume TBA



    • Strengths
      Computer Nerd - Motorcyclist - Strong Spatial - Understanding - Remarkable Memory - Amenable


      Weaknesses
      Too Trusting/Too Optimistic - Too Meticulous - Shady Work Habits - Unskilled Civilian - Soft Hearted


    • Shapeshifting
      Calista will never be able to completely change her biology. This means that she won't be able to ever change into an animal, or take on the face of another human. This ability instead allows Calista to choose one part of her body, and apply a shift in that one area only - she may only shift that body part into either an inanimate object, or, when she beings to train and get to know her powers more intimately, perhaps even weapons.

      For example, if Calista has decided that she wished for her hands to turn into a certain ID card - it will happen. However, if she needed her right elbow to turn into some hook for whatever reason, she will have to drop the shift on her hand, in order to pull off the next desired transformation.


      Weaknesses
      At the moment, Calista only knows how to shift into things that she knows well and regularly uses - like a pencil, her home keys, and occasionally the electronic ID card she needs to slide across her door to get into her designated office.

      She can only transform one part of her body at any time [this rule stays no matter how much experience she may get throughout the roleplay].

      Presently, and in the near future, the transitions between each transformations will be slow and horribly uncomfortable for Calista. [However, in the far future, I plan to have her be able to transition through shifts easily, though it will irritate and leave her arm spasming if she overexerts herself.]


      Digital Manipulation/Hacking
      The most basic way to think of this ability is to liken it to something that's like 'information extraction' - at Calista's level at least, for the next long while. This particular superpower makes it so that when Calista makes contact with machinery, she essentially intrudes as an an auxiliary admin may have access to whatever the machinery may hold, information or otherwise - while this doesn't make her a cyborg, whenever she does use this ability, one may assume that her human behavior and thoughts are dimmed, overridden by the flow of digital signals that she needs in order to understand the languages and codes of the machinery.

      This isn't something that Calista actually understands herself, it is something completely unexplored, since she does fear getting a visit from the feds about hacking things and whatnot - or worse, if she were to stumble upon some great scandal and needed to be 'silenced'. In the beginning, where Calista may first truly exercise this particular ability, she will find it most easy to make a connection and properly manipulate cameras - of most kinds.

      An example of her executing this ability while at a very novice level, would be if she were to follow someone suspicious in an hotel. Upon visiting the control room, she'd simply connect with the main control system, and bring herself into the camera records - scrolling through a particular time frame to find whatever it is she needs, the date and time, and whatnot.

      It's very basic, and things that even normal people may be able to do - but with time, this may be Calista's greatest asset to bring people the comfort and protection they may need in the far future.


      Weaknesses
      At the moment, Calista has to make physical contact with the machinery in order to be granted access. This means she might actually have to climb a ladder and fondle a security camera, or crawl through vents to sneak into some control room to properly take whatever information she needs - she is unable to remotely extract information using a private or tertiary system.

      She is limited as to how much information she can take - as she is very much in tune with her humanity, there will be multiple times in where she may suddenly find herself 'overloaded' with the digital signals. It isn't dangerous to her health in any way, but she will be unable to rearrange and string the codes together from overexertion, and conversion of languages and signals jamming against one another. She will be unable to, for a very long time, to properly balance both digital inputs and human processing at the same time - which means she will have to remain stationary while receiving the digital signals, or ignore any incoming signals to properly tend to her human functions.

      While Calista officially deals with computers for a living - and photography, but still - she still has to learn a whole lot about illegally breaking through walls, erasing her traces, multiple different coding languages, making her own languages and algorithms before even contemplating on more complex uses with this ability.


      Future Growth
      In no particular order, and does not encompass absolutely everything I have in mind with this

      1. When Calista begins to make her own codes and programs, she can then begin to insert them into the machines she connects with - so instead of just taking existing information from the the machine, she can begin to implant her information - false or true - into the database/system/etc. (Ex. A facial recognition method)

      2. When she is familiar enough with the workings of several typical machine systems, she may be able to connect to them from a safer distance - without the need of actually fondling the machinery - and use another computer, or even a phone, to get what she needs from an outside system.

      3. In the far future, if she learns how to get through firewalls, and read different codes, she may be able to do way more than just getting information - opening electronically locked doors with passwords and whatnot, turning off the lights of the building, control the timing of elevators, etc.

      4. Tentative Last Level: Retaining her full human functions while receiving information [though not necessarily doing the more complex abilities]. Example, walking into a shoot out and getting the enemy numbers, who may be armed, who is closest/easiest to throw something at, is there a visible hostage [picked up from cameras], escape routes, etc. This will require Calista actually being able to compute both digital information and physical concrete authentic information before her very eyes - literally, I don't plan on doing this until a very, very long time.


    • At a glance, many are right to assume that Calista is an earnest person. Firstly, she is someone who always does her best to steer herself along the right path, guided by her strong moral compass. Or, as some may say, her naivety and optimistic perspectives often take lead and bring her nothing but trouble. She is a very honest person, nearly incapable of lying - lying well at least - but she is most sincere in her compliments and her words, never failing to truly convey her interest or her genuinity to those she may address.

      She is a bit of a quiet person, but only because she spends more time alone than she does with others - though not necessarily by choice. She can be a little shy, but who wouldn't be when they're usually found with some of the raunchiest/cheesiest/lamest romance novels in their hands most of the time? Calista is definitely a bit of a bookworm, but never fear, for she enjoys human conversation so much more than the fantasies that she loses herself in at times.

      That being said, while she does enjoy having friends and being a good friend at that, she does have a low tolerance for things that simply drain the life out of her. She is easily uncomfortable hearing about the negatives in a person's life. She will lean a shoulder and an ear, but like they all say, lines have to drawn somewhere - and Calista never really knows where that lies, but if the situation is just a bit too sour and salty for her taste, she will give the person the space they need. She simply isn't well equipped to handle drama or some of the more darker aspects of life. Surely, whoever believed that she was someone with good advice at hand would appreciate her leaving them be too.

      Perhaps the best quality that Calista prides on having is how her perspectives hardly change. She is very much her own person, in a sense where she seldom finds comfort by 'strength in numbers'. Mostly unafraid to step out and play both devil and angel's advocate when needed. It is hard for Calista herself to even pinpoint where exactly her passions lie, and as such, she has an easier time finding and seeing both sides of the lens - so to speak.


    • Calista's parents were both powerhouses in their fields. One was a top tier lawyer, and the other a highly reputable doctor. Growing up under such shadows had always played a huge factor in the ever fluctuating levels of Calista's self esteem, not to mention her dreams and goals. Even at a young age, Calista had been a well disciplined child, always preening under the praises of her parents and teachers. In all honesty, she simply looked up to her parents, both of whom while swamped with their work, still managed to give her a fulfilling childhood, giving into [most] of her [reasonable] demands.

      They were basically Calista's childhood heros, and still are to this day. Both excelled and made saving people part of their everyday life, and while her parents had laughed at the comparison, Calista had so firmly believed that no one could ever top them, that nobody could measure up or actually stop them. Alas, as she grew up, she came to discover that just like any other human, they weren't invincible or impervious to the ill will of others.

      In one of her mother's' more complicated and dangerous cases, the entire situation had spiraled out of control - which unfortunately, would seem to happen when organized mafia crime was involved. Their house had been tampered with when they arrived home from a family dinner night out, though they weren't sure if anything had really been taken, her parents had immediately went through procedures to make things right once more. It wasn't the same after that though, the case continued, and of course, being a professional hit, little to no evidence was found of that incident. Calista had just a bodyguard and a few official looking people shadowing her from time to time as the case continued though, for her safety.

      When things escalated though, they took her out from her school into a safehouse of sorts. This was when Calista was just about 18, and more than terrified for her family. Pleading and screaming at the officials hadn't done much to get her out of the situation, and that was when her powers came to be. At the time, the relief and smugness within her had made her overlook the entire thing - her arm had turned into a ... bat of sorts, and in her haste to smash the window to pieces, she failed to realize that she hadn't grabbed for one like she had thought for the next few years. So she escaped that little safe house - though she did leave a post it note on the fridge for her handlers - and immediately went to seek out her mother and father.

      Long story short, Calista eventually found them held at another safehouse, one that hadn't been too heavily guarded, though the door was definitely one beautiful piece of technologic work - she'd simply unconsciously called on her powers, her desire overriding her senses, and unlocked the door easily. The whole case eventually cooled down, though the family decided to move away from the terrible memories, and it was through that experience that Calista found the confidence in herself to go for what it was she really wanted to do, at least for a little while - capturing the moments of life.

      It wasn't as cool as her parents' job, and hardly a heroic one, but this was something that her parents supported wholeheartedly, and brought out the best qualities, the positive ones, from their daughter, one that they were so proud and so delighted to be witness to on most days.


    • Calista stood rigidly by the small window. Her legs were shoulder width apart, and her arms were raised, though tucked close to her body as the camera was held firmly in her hands. In such a position, one would barely notice if she moved, twitched, breathed even ... which meant that when she chose to snap the shot, it should turn out just as still, and unmoving. Lightly inhaling, Calista's eyes darted from side to side, from one side of the lens to the other. Admittedly, there wasn't too much within her field of focus right now, but she knew that her time would come. After all, this was a little side project of hers that she had been looking into for just a bit over a week for now, and tonight, she would launch it.

      Several minutes later, she caught a shadow coming in from the top right side. Stopping the circulation of her breathing, Calista completely froze up. The grip on her camera strengthened, and the finger hovering over the shutter was now lightly caressing the button, more than ready to reflexively snap whenever she needed to. A couple of seconds later, a man walked right into view, and Calista felt the tiniest bubble of relief wash over her, that meant that the first step of her plan had been correct.

      The man continued walking, eventually stopping right next to a plain silver car. Clearly, he wasn't in any kind of a rush to get anywhere, as he took his time unlocking the car and making slow progress in actually opening the doors. As the man wrapped his hands around the handle of the door, Calista's shoulders dropped, forcing the tension to leave - the money shot was going to come by quick, and she would be damned if some nerves got in the way of her task.

      Just as the man slid half of his body into the car, Calista's finger immediately snapped down onto the shutter. There was an audible flickering sound - the picture had been taken. But Calista didn't have the time to check if it was as good as she hoped it was. She snapped down once more on the shutter, this time capturing the car's license plate. As the car drove off out of her field of view, Calista exhaled loudly, inhaling quickly right after.

      Slightly lightheaded, she took a few steps back and fell onto the bed behind her. It was a horrible habit of hers to hold her breath whenever she needed to take a picture, but this was the first of many of her small side projects, a project that often bit into her integrity more often than not when she first planned it out. Perhaps with some time, she'd find herself comfortable enough to snap pictures left and right out of the blue without minding the invasive actions she was partaking in.

      She spent the next few minutes shuffling through the two pictures that she had taken, a small smile blooming on her face as she noted that both pictures were exactly as she had imagined. That took care of step two. Just as she was running herself through the next step, her cell phone lit up, and peeking at the message, Calista decided that she'd forward those pictures to Katherine, the journalist who needed an edge, tomorrow. She had a family dinner to get to.
     
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  13. "Thank you," Calista breathed out, a smile easily stretching across her face, as the cashier behind the counter handed back her receipt and necessary change, with an equally bright smile to boot. Moving herself out of the line and towards the side as she waited for her order, Calista took the few inevitable minutes of waiting to regard the blonde, who was now talking animatedly with the next person in line, and the brunette couldn't help but to notice how the other woman had exuded the bubbly charisma with such natural ease. It was an intoxicating scene to watch, especially when the woman who had been standing behind Calista seemed to have been easily swept into the positive vibes as well. It warmed her heart just an extra bit, gave it a little extra padding, but only because it beat the other morning where she had been an awkward witness and later, an unwilling participant of a complaint to one lawyer whose patience had been quite low for that particular morning.

    While awkward, situations like those always got Calista's mind running on a high. Made her wonder just what the whole story was, what the whole picture could look like, as opposed to the very small window of time she had been only lucky to happen upon. It was intrusive, and sometimes the only way to stop herself from investigating further was to remind herself that not all secrets were hers to find, that ignorance was a bliss for good reason. Not that those ever helped often. Maybe there was just something in the coffee that always put her in such a mood? Speaking of ... "Strawberry & Creme Frap for ... Calista?" A voice asked, turning their heads left and right across the waiting counter. With a practiced smile, Calista stepped forth and took the drink at the counter, thanking the barista quietly as she quickly shuffled herself off to the side, and out of the way.

    Away from some of the more judging eyes, that is. With the cup in hand, Calista shuffled over to one of the tables by the window, with the high stools. There weren't many people that were too interested in those seats, this morning anyway, and so Calista sat herself right in the middle of the numerous stools. Setting her drink down and taking a tentative sip, the brunette hummed mutedly in delight, her eyes fluttering then turning skyward. The windows were so very clear, untouched and unfogged, giving Calista a rather pretty view of the sky, or what part of the sky she could see between the tall buildings and whatnot. Taking sips here and there as the brunette continued to daydream and allow her thoughts to wander free, she was startled out of her stupor when an accented 'ping' resonated loudly in her ears. Fumbling with the pockets of her jacket, Calista hastily ran her eyes on the screen to categorize the crisis.

    [ 12:00 Meeting @ Fox & Hunters ]

    . . .
    As the subway stretched on through the dark tunnel, Calista couldn't help but to continue staring at the small window of the doors, staring hard at the reflection that was offered by the slim and unfitting windows. The reminder on her phone had been set for quite some time, and really, what had she been thinking at the time? Setting the reminder to warn her with only a few hours before the scheduled meeting time? Had the meeting been with a familiar client of her own, or perhaps a less reputable corporation, then yes, those few hours she had given herself would have sufficed - but this was Fox & Hunters. An important place, with important people sharing works, news, and results that all carried different levels of importance throughout. Really, she should have given herself an extra hour - or two - just to prep her mind for all of it. Especially when the note was as secretive as it was brief.

    There was no heading back now, though. Clad in a comfortable, though form fitting, dark green button up, and black jeans with black ankle boots clinging to the ends of her pants, she felt just a little silly for going back all the way home to change into something 'a little more fresh', but at least she wasn't going to walk into a lunch meeting looking like the total slob she was. Playing with her fingers absently, Calista's eyes flickered from side to side of the window, her eyes squinting to catch the last of the invisible imperfections as light spilled from the corner of her eye. With a large inhale, the brunette hoped that the large intake of air, fresh air, would settle all of the frying nerves inside her stomach - and she took her first steps forward as she doors opened.

    The walk altogether hadn't been that bad, the streets were only crowded for just a moment, and Calista guessed that a recent meeting between several of the companies around must've just finished something big - if the number of people in suits she's passed were any indication. Thankfully, she had only been subjected to the discomfort and squeezing-by for only a few minutes, for the building was closer than she imagined in the first place. Unfortunately, she didn't get the chance to get a proper glimpse of the building, and shuffled inside as quickly as she could, fearing that she'd take up space or block the way through the doors if she dawdled for more than necessary. Upon stepping inside, Calista startled slightly as the floor beneath her seemed to loudly break under her heel - but no, the floors were much sturdier, but these floors were shiny, and fit so perfectly well with the rest of the building's decor. Recovering from the slight stumble, Calista marched herself to the desk, and with each step, all her nerves seemed to curl up into ball, harden, and settle at the pit of her stomach. It weighed, heavily yes, yet it was a weight that Calista was confident she could carry - a weight that was already spreading itself, lightening up.

    By the time she reached the front desk, Calista managed to fix a polite smile on her face. "Good morning, I believe that Ms. Hunter has requested for my attendance for a lunch conference of sorts," flickering to the clock behind the receptionist, she loose smile she had widened just a tad bit, "I seem to be a little early though," she noted. A mummer seemed to pass between the lady she was speaking to and the man next to her ... next thing she knew, she was facing a man who easily towered both her and the entire front desk itself - and yes, that's counting the ceiling. He looked very stern, unimpressed perhaps, his lips seemed to fixed in a tight passive expression. Silently, Calista handed the envelope containing the letter onto the desk, sliding it towards him - a few short seconds passed, before he simply folded the letter once more, and shuffled it back into the envelope, sliding it under the counter this time. "I shall notify Ms. Hunter of your attendance, please stay around the waiting area until the others have arrived, Ms. Hunter will personally come to meet with you all once it is time." He explained briefly, whilst gesturing to the quickly emptying area around them.

    With a parting smile, Calista turned and headed in a general direction, away from the crowds at least. Perhaps she should freshen up in the restrooms, after all, there was probably a piece of muffin or something in her hair after she'd been squeezing herself past and in between the power walking suits from all directions.
     
    #18 White -- Chocolate, Mar 1, 2016
    Last edited: Mar 1, 2016
  14. Note: Go back to that temp and add in whenever I need to add things.
     
  15. What’s your name?
    "Let's keep it simple. Call me 'Eve'"
    .:. Evelynn Janna Villiers .:.


    How old are you?
    "Basically old enough."
    .:. 18 .:.


    How tall are you?
    "...I'm not that tall am I?"
    .:. 5'11" .:.


    How much do you weigh?
    "Are you trying to say something?"
    .:. 155 lbs .:.


    What grade are you in?
    "Last one~"
    .:. Third .:.


    Why were you accepted into Bloomfield?
    "Unfortunately not because of my good looks."
    .:. Athletics .:.


    Are you playing any sports?
    "Some more seriously than others..."
    .:. Basketball & Swimming .:.


    Do you participate in the fine arts?
    "No, and unlikely to in the near future."
    .:. --- .:.


    Any Academic Clubs?
    "Just the one that's closest to my heart."
    .:. Science Club .:.


    Your favorite color?
    "It's a toss between black and the purples."
    .:. Black or Purples .:.


    Your favorite foods?
    "Can't say I'm a picky eater, to be honest."
    .:. Omelettes, Salmon Fish, Croissants, Caesar Salads .:.


    Your most cherished item?
    "Now now, it's the story that makes it all the more valuable."
    .:. Earrings .:.

    ^ Click it ^

    Five things you’re good at?
    "Do we have to keep this clean~?"
    .:. Basketball, Swimming, Surfing, Video Games, Making New Friends .:.


    Four things you’re bad at?
    "...Why do you want to know?"
    .:. Board Games, Drawing, Otome/Ero/Dating Sim-Games, Being On Time .:.


    Traits you look for in a friend?
    "You sure you don't want to ask me about my dream woman too?"
    .:. "Let's see ... Someone reliable, someone who I can completely trust to have my back no matter the situation, you know? I also want to say someone who is confident, but it's not exactly that ... Mm, I guess someone who isn't afraid to be truly enjoy the moment. Someone who isn't scared to just let go and give the lamest joke, the dirtiest joke, or completely fail a dance in the heat of the party, you get what I'm saying? But of course, the important thing in a friendship or any relationship would be trust, loyalty, and honesty ... and probably a few other things." .:.


    Traits you dislike in a person?
    "Ay, I'll at least still be polite to them."
    .:. "Someone who might be ... cowardly, I guess the word is. I'm not saying that confrontation is the answer to every problem, but there's a difference between letting things slide and getting stepped on like someone's welcome mat. Mm, not to mention, it does get ... irritating when someone is constantly 'scared' of being there/here with the rest of the gang. Mood killer. Other than that, the 'Ojou-samas' trying to stick their noses up at the 'neanderthals' here are pretty insulting. Huff." .:.


    Would you rather wear pants or skirts for the rest of your life?
    "I know that I'd like to look at [up] the skirts for the rest of my life..."
    .:. Pants .:.


    Why?
    "Eh?"
    .:. "Well for one. There are people like me. The other thing is that I don't look nearly as good in skirts as I do in pants. Hehehe."



    What do you hope to accomplish at Bloomfield?
    "Whatever I haven't in what little time I've got left."
    .:. Meeting Admirable Adversaries - Making Solid Connections/Friends/Etc. - Making Good First Impressions - Having a Good Time .:.


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    Personality


    It's a little hard to pinpoint her exact personality, but Eve is someone who is independent for starters. Not in the way where she dislikes or is opposed to social interaction with her peers, but in a mature way where she seldom needs someone looking after her, or someone to worry over her decisions or situations. Eve is fully capable of taking care of herself, and should something end up horribly, she knows when to seek help. More importantly, she usually knows where to seek the help, too. However, most of this is usually overlooked because of her more open, and easy going nature which speaks volumes even when she herself is silent. Eve loves having the company of others, belonging in a group so to speak, and genuinely having a good time with others. She's not afraid to laugh a little louder than necessary, or take up just a tad bit more space in the hallways during rushing times, not if it means that she can spend those precious few minutes spreading a little joy and knowing that others enjoy her company just as much as she does with them.

    It isn't the best kept secret around that Eve favors the ladies, and has probably been in one or two 'serious' relationships. Eve herself isn't a player, but she doesn't see herself ready for a relationship and instead takes to appreciatively watching from afar, throwing in the teasing, but genuine, compliments from time to time. Ever since she's stepped out into the open, and into the multiple social rings, she's held a bit of a reputation as a 'tomboy', not that she really appreciates the label [she'd much rather be referred to as a 'badass'], but the rough, vulgar exterior she has really isn't helping her too much - not that she'd ever change it.

    As some may have guessed from the conducted interview, Eve is very much an impatient person. She herself doesn't exactly own up to it, but it is clear from her taste and preferences in her friends. Her need to be around people who are confident enough to snap back replies instantaneously, cruel or otherwise, people who are competent enough to do things right the first time, etc. It's why she can hardly stand people who take a long time getting their point across, or people who need her to look over her shoulder just even one too many times. She plans to only look forward, and doesn't have the time to wait for somebody to catch up. This goes double for those who intend to cling onto her.


    While Eve certainly can respect those who have innate potential, those who evidently throw their commitment into things gain a greater amount of respect from her. While she can get nasty, Eve can hardly overlook one's skill/work and downplay it with her words of impatience. To those who catch her eye and remain in her good books, they often find themselves saddled with a nickname of sorts, and an annoying senpai over their shoulders.

    Many of her closer friends will say that Eve is much like an overprotective puppy. Eve will tell you not to listen to them.

    Background History


    Eve was born into a rather normal family. They weren't rich or anything, but well off enough to give Eve a rather fulfilling childhood, and most of her 'reasonable' wishes from time to time. Growing up, her parents weren't too strict on her, nor were they expecting too much from her in all honesty. At a young age, Eve naturally took that as an insult and began to look for ways to prove her parents wrong. She found out quickly that she had absolutely no talent whatsoever in the fine arts, but that was fine. If she lacked delicacy, imagination and creativity, then she was sure to have an abundance of energy, ferocity, and ... talents in other places.

    So, one day as she strolled home, she passed by the local street ball field and found a few other classmate of hers playing through a few sets of games. Intrigued, she opted out of playing, content to just watch and brood over her planning. However, day after day, the other kids who usually frequented the place were a little nervous of her presence, when questioned, they simply asked if Eve was sulking because she didn't have a turn or something. It was absurd, but Eve couldn't help but to give it a go anyway - after reassuring them that they were wrong of course. That's how she got into basketball at least. She learned the tricks on the streets, and the skills at her school's team, but the experience at the tournaments were something that she obtained and made by herself. And that's what she realized as her parents walked into her room one day with an acceptance letter in their hands.

    Somewhere along the line, the whole 'proving her parents' thing was no longer there, something that she had forgotten about. It was somewhere there, that she had grown up, and while her parents had done a horrible job at teaching her, she had crafted something for herself, made her own path - in a stupidly cliche wording of it. The competitive nature was something she had in spades, and as a young child, she had expressed it to the only people that she could fully trust and in the only way that she could - as a young adult now, she has other people to impress and more things to accomplish in her life.

    As for her other interests and hobbies, those came along naturally as she gained more and more friends, from the street ball field, her team, and sometimes the people that she had played against. For her elementary graduation trip though, her entire team had voted for the beach or somewhere with a little water and spent the time picking up surfing. They were very capable athletes, but Eve had taken to it quite nicely and continues to practice so whenever she has the chance to - with or without some friends.



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