#Callista Pierce

[justmoreocs-writing]

‘Wait, hold on,’ Cali said, looking between Cormac and the large guy sat on his bed; she hadn’t even meant to push her way into the room, it had just sort of happened. Trying to get away from some of the cast in the hopes of not dealing with them, Cormac’s door had been partially open. She should have apologised, but everything had happened so fast, and the bombshell that had just been dropped kind of blew any thoughts of manners out the water. ‘You’re not Cormac, he is?’

Cormac – or rather, Jamie – nodded. She could see him fidgeting ever so slightly, as if hopeful the problem might just disappear as soon as she was out of the room. She guessed telling Viv had been more a choice than a necessity. Cali made a mental note to ask about that when the dust settled.

‘Why lie about that?’ she asked, running a hand absently through her hair, trying to untangle a knot.

‘Because I didn’t want anyone to know I knew Pippa,’ admitted Jamie. ‘Nobody’ll tell her brother anything.’

‘But a stranger can vouch idle curiosity,’ Cali finished, nodding as the words slowly sunk in.

‘Exactly,’ Jamie said, glancing briefly, almost accusingly, at Cormac. Cali had a feeling the stowaway wasn’t part of their deal.

‘Luckily, you’ve got more help then,’ she said firmly. ‘More people to take the heat off you.’

‘You’re helping?’ Jamie asked sceptically.

Cali rolled her eyes before folding her arms across herself. ‘This ship is screwed,’ she told him, not bothering to hide the bitterness behind her voice. ‘My best mate won’t even look at me since I boarded, and the officers are slimy. Something is going on here, and I want to know what it is. Might even help figure out what happened to your sister.’

There was the barest flicker of a smile across Jamie’s face; a look of uncertainty on Cormac’s.

‘Let me guess,’ said Cormac, earning her full attention. ‘You scratch his back –’

‘You really think there’s more than one thing going on here?’ Cali questioned, hands dropping back to her sides.

Cormac merely shrugged, attention still searching her expression.

‘Thanks, Cali,’ Jamie said, glancing briefly between the two of them. His calmness soothed a little of Cali’s irritation. She just hoped that Cormac’s implication was wrong; that there really was only one bad thing happening on the ship, and not a whole bunch to contend with.

[justmoreocs-edits]

Ships Ahoy Story Introduction

Working on the Sacramentum was meant to be an escape for Reeve. A way of getting away from the pressures of home, the expectations of being the eldest child, or having his life figured out before he was ready. And to begin with, working on the ship felt like one of the best things he could do. Sure, it was hard work, and he missed his best friend, but it was something different. Until he learns that sometimes making a good impression isn’t always the best option, and that perhaps some truths are best left hidden.

If there was one word Cali had heard thrown around about her throughout her life, it was tenacious. She wore it like a badge of honour, refusing to view it as a negative trait. So it was really only to be expected that when her best friend disappears without a word of goodbye, she was going to try finding him. What she could never have predicted was to find him on a ship with depths he’s found himself sinking to, depths she only has a limited time to save him from before things get lost at sea.

[thealienfantasy]

Alien Fantasy-File 1: The "Egg" from the Dark Clouds

The dark and cloudy atmosphere of the planet loomed over the fortress of the monarch. Their dark red mane flowing behind them as they took a sip from their Algae-infused beverage. From the balcony, they had a clear view of the Volcanic landscape of their world. a landscape that the Ignusians have adapted to and called home for millennia. The Monarch was proud to say that very few species were tough enough to survive this unforgiving planet they called home.

They placed their cup down and ran their finger through their red-crusted skin. the very same that rendered them immune against the harsh fires of this planet. The monarch looked up at the dark clouds. They always wondered if there was anything beyond the clouds of the planet. Growing up, they always heard tales of being beyond their comprehension living beyond the clouds created by the Volcanos. They wondered if perhaps they could met them one day. 

perhaps..... "Lord Fr' Nia! We've gotten some new reports!" The Monarch turned to face the knight that had just burst through the balcony door. "We've gotten some new reports regarding the recent sightings. Our search party has requested your presence!" The knight kneeled down. The Monarch put down their cup and gazed at the knight.  "Tell them i'll be down there shortly"

The Knight got up and saluted their monarch. The Monarch gazed at the sky as their pondered over what they heard from the knight. A fourth of their cycle had passed since that abnormality. A meteor had pierced the clouds and landed on one of the nearby mountains. naturally, there was an immediate investigation. 

The monarch made their way through the hallways as these thoughts continued to linger. From what they had gathered from the rumors. it wasn't a meteor that had landed on those mountains. They didn't know how to describe it, as the monarch unfortunately hadn't gotten close enough to see it. But the search party and the local citizens described it as "Vaguely egg shaped". It's as if the sky had laid an egg. except the "Egg" also had what were clearly supposed to be windows.  The monarch opened the door and all the Ignusians in the room turned their attention to their highness. "Lord Fr' Nia! I'm glad you could make it." One of the knights said. his mane longer than the others and his skin looking much more crusty than his fellow knights. The spike on his limbs were sharp with a few having been broken, indicating years of experience and combat. "For what have i been summoned here?" The Monarch inquired. Curious about what information they were able to extract this time. "We have news, my lord. There's been life sighted near the Anomality!" The chancellor spoke up. The Monarch turned their attention to the chancellor, who proceeded to carefully place a few stone tablets on the table. all of them with paintings depicting figures. "According to the villagers, There's been a few more of those creatures sighted near the Callista Springs. And this time we have a better description of them." 

The Callista Springs. A source of water located near the mountains where the Anomality crashed. But it was located quite a walk away from the mountains. The creatures ventured all the way over there? 

"According to the villagers. the creatures seemed to have the same body shape as us. but they are a bit smaller and they seemed to be wearing this...strange white armor. If looked puffy, with tubes attached all over. "Anything else?"

"One of the villagers reportedly tried to tail the creature. But unfortunately, they lost sight of it pretty quickly." One of the knights replied. The Monarch was disappointed, but they understood why most villagers didn't want to go near the device. The search Party managed to get pretty close to the anomality, even being able to touch it. Those who did described it as "unnaturally cold." even the coldest region of their home didn't seem to compare. 

With the anomality resembling a giant egg, The first thought of the Knights was to try and hatch the egg. But Ignusians idea of hatching it involved striking it until it broke. which proved to be a massive mistake.  After the first few strikes, A few parts of the Anomality seemed to hatch open. And a tubular "limb" stuck out and began pointing at them. Curiosity turned into horror as the Anomality began firing beams at the ones that had attacked it. Most of the Knights were able to get out alive, but those who got struck by the beams had very heavy dents in their armor. not unlike being struck by the Bovine-like wildlife of this planet. 

Since then. Contact with the Anomality has been limited. With those who decide to go inspect it restricting their search to outside the crash site, fearing they would invoke the anomality's wrath. However, since that crash landing. there's been reports of weird creatures occasionally wandering around near the crash site with a bunch of weird devices. With those creatures having appeared shortly after the crash, the Ignusians believed the creatures came from the Anomality. the question is, What kind of creatures were they? To hear that one of them made their way to the Callista Springs. so close to the village....

"Sir Kohzunah! You're late!" The leader of the knights said. The Monarch looked away from the drawings and saw another knight enter the room. The knight took of his helmet. revealing his shorter mane. His skin looked just as crusty, yet noticeable more smooth than his fellow knights.

"I almost caught one sir." 

"Excuse me?"

"I saw one near the springs again. It ran away and i was this close to catching it. But right as i grabbed its leg, it pointed this weird weapon at me. next thing i know, i feel something sting my arm and my entire body is shaking. It got away before i could get my bearings." The Knight confessed while bowing to his fellow knights. "You. You almost caught one. Hah! A young one like you. okay." Another night chuckled. "I'm serious!" 

"ENOUGH!!!" The monarch shouted. gathering everyone's attention. They approached the knight. "You managed to get close to one?" "Yes, My lord! They look... they look exactly like these drawings. but their suits had these weird buttons and their armor was... surprisingly soft." 

"My lord, he's a young and inexperienced Warrior in training." i really doubt-" The Monarch glared at the knight. The glare quickly silenced any complaints the knight had.

"Anything else?"

"They seemed to be containing the water from the springs before they saw me." 

The Monarch began speculating again. They were taking the water? Were they are of how precious of a resource it was considered here? Did they drink the water for it's healing properties? did they need it for the Anomality? "I want our knights to patrol the area once more. Call in the aerial troops. See if you can figure out if there's a specific time they come to the springs. try to stay out of their sight!" "My lord?" "I want as much intel about these beings as possible. Understood?" The knights saluted. "Meeting adjourned!" The Monarch announced. The Knights got to work while the Monarch returned to the balcony. They looked in the direction of the crash site. What were these creatures? were they sent here by the sky? could they talk? were they savages? they were closing in on their town, but they only seemed to attack when their knights got to close to the anomality. They continued to wonder if talking to this new species was possible. Maybe they could invite them to the castle. Chat over some Geothermal Cuisine and maybe even engage in a lava bath with each other. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ALMOST GOT CAUGHT?!?!" "Jake, Please calm down." 

"DON'T FUCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, ED! YOU KNOW ABOUT THE PROTOCOL WHEN IT COMES TO MEETING NEW SPECIES!"

"Sir, i understand your frustration. but please calm down." One of the astronauts said. Eddy took off his helmet and took a deep breath. it felt good to be back in the insulated confines of the ship. Even the hottest days on earth couldn't have prepared him how hot this planet could be. He looked at the woman, her uniform had "Marley" written on it. "What were you doing there anyway?" Marley asked. "Remember the water spring we came across a month ago?" "Oh my god.." Jake groaned. "Hey! You said it yourself. our water supply was running low!" Ed retorted.

"I told you we would continue looking!" 

"Continue looking where?!" I'm pretty sure we've looked through every corner of this mountain that isn't populated or surrounded by lava!"

"EVERYONE CALM DOWN!" Marley shouted. Silence kicked in for a minute. a silence that was then promptly broken by another member.

"Can we really not talk to them?" "Craig, we've been over this. we can't speak their language. and even if we did. Look at how much Lava the rest of the land is surrounded by. Not to mention the temperature. i swear, i almost had a heart attack when our drones reported back. If we go near that place, we're going to be cooked. and that's if those aliens don't attack us on sight like they did with our ship." Jake said.

"So what now then?" Marley asked. "Our S.O.S. signal has reached the nearest Rescue HQ and they said they should be here within a few more days. As long as we continue to ration our supplies more sparingly, we should be good." One of the members said. "Yeah, and with the Water eddy brought back, we should last a little longer." another member said. "Look. for now. just stay near the ship. keep exploration restricted to near the ship. And don't take after Ed's example." Jake side eyed his colleague. 

"Oh, c'mon now! the keyword is "ALMOST". They didn't actually catch me. i tasered the guy right as he grabbed my leg." Ed retorted. "And you're sure he didn't follow you here?" Marley asked. "Positive! the thing was twitching on the floor like an anime character while i was running, we should be safe." "And you're sure you didn't kill it?" Craig asked. "Killed it? with a fucking taser? get real, man." "Hey, you never know! We're talking about an alien species." "An alien species that can swim in lava, craig! I'd be ridiculous if...." Jake sighed as he chugged down some of the water his partner had brought back. The Rescue force could not come soon enough.

[nanpierce]

Because my brain is enormous and I already have the Pierce spinoff show outlined and casted, meet the PGM executives:

Callista Vaughn, CFO (FC Susan Sarandon)

She's a cutthroat and aggressive businesswoman who is always looking out for number one, followed by the company. She thinks Rhea is too weak and too trusting (she's right) but is protective of her. She's also very interested in fucking Cyd Peach (in business) and fucking Cyd Peach (in bed). Of the board members, she gets along best with Marnie. Follows Karl's foodstagram without realizing it's him.

Laura Blackwell, General Counsel (FC Kathy Bates)

Laura is a straight shooter who has worked at PGM for decades, since before Nan was chairwoman. As such, she's a close confidante to her who doesn't hesitate to call her out on her bullshit. When Rhea was hired, she immediately clocked Nan's interest in her, and her first question was "You two fuck yet?" People are lowkey afraid of her, but she doesn't know why. Her drink of choice is gin and tonic.

Abigail Marin, Head of PGN (FC Claire Danes)

Abigail genuinely believes in doing good journalism and values integrity above all else. She's always positive and optimistic, and consistently receives the best feedback from her staff during performance appraisal season (she's a little smug about this). She runs election night like the navy, however, and always delivers a flawless broadcast. Her guilty pleasure is fast food.

Clara Walters, Nan's Personal Assistant (FC Jessica Brown Findlay)

Like Rhea, she doesn't come from money, which creates a sense of camaraderie between them. She could be trusted with the nuclear codes, and makes the impossible happen for her ridiculous billionaire of choice on a daily basis. She cares for Nan, but keeps personal involvement to a minimum (they both prefer this). Of all the execs, she gets along best with Laura. Strawberry is her favorite flavor of sweets.

Bob Murphy, COO (FC Stanley Tucci)

As the token man on the team, he is just happy to be included. He drinks his respect women juice and generally does what the others tell him. Mild mannered and exceedingly normal, he enjoys spending time with his grandkids, his dog, and building miniatures. He doesn't drink, and immediately noticed that Rhea doesn't either. He can make conversation with almost anyone.

[maria-azenha]

BASIC INFORMATION:

Name: Maria Callista Azenha.

Nickname: “Sapphire”. 

Birthday: Sep 30th.

Age: 30.

Gender: Female.

Place of Birth: Porto Velho, California, USA.

Places Lived Since: Porto Velho & London.

Current Residence: South Islington.

Nationality: Portuguese American .

Parents: Afonso & Camilia Azenha.

Number of Siblings: 0.

Relationship With Family: Maria gets along well with her parents who struggle to stay afloat in Cávado. She helps them out the best she can and knows that they work hard for what they have. Family is important to her and she will do anything for them, this extends to the hathaway family, her sisters (All the Vixens except former Adriana Amaro) and the French. 

Happiest Memory: Her happiest memory is the time she would spend with Guillaume, & Jérôme. They would do some crazy shit in Porto Velho, before the incident. They are her brothers. 

Childhood Trauma: The most traumatic childhood memory for Maria is when she realised how others treated her, that she was scum, because of where she came from. This mostly came from those that had money and power. It followed her throughout life that at first it was hard for her to accept the kindness that came from the French and how they accepted her for the person she was, not where she came from. It helped her find her self-worth. 

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5'5.

Weight: 125lbs.

Build: She is more on the lean side, from all the training she does, with soft curves, a small hourglass figure and proud of her ass.  

Hair Colour: Brown.

Usual Hair Style: Mostly down. 

Eye Colour: Green.

Glasses? Contacts?: Neither.

Style of Dress/Typical Outfit(s): She has different styles depending on the situation. She has all her outfits that she wears at Vixen’s. There are those that she does her training in which is usually workout clothes. The brand she likes is Gymshark. She loves her fashion and keeps up with the trends. Shopping is one of her favourite hobbies outside of dancing.

Typical Style of Shoes: She lives in heels. A whole closet dedicated to them. Obviously they are designer brands. She does have sneakers in here and some sandals. 

Jewellery? Tattoos? Piercings?: She has her ears pierced and her belly button. No tattoos. It isn’t good for business and she doesn’t like needles. 

Scars: One on her chest where she was shot. She uses makeup to cover it up when she is working. 

Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: She will chew on the inside of her cheek when she is nervous and try to fidget with anything she can. 

Athleticism: She is athletic. It comes with the dancing and all the training she does. Boxing is one of the things, outside of the traditional gym, she likes to do to stay in shape. 

Health Problems/Illnesses: Allergic to nuts. 

INTELLECT:

Level of Education: She has her high school diploma and she did attend an arts college for her dancing. 

Languages Spoken: English, Portuguese & Spanish

Level of Self-Esteem: It’s high. She mostly only has doubts when she’s around Rutherfords or Russians, it’s more her ptsd that plays into that. 

Gifts/Talents: She can dance, sing and paint.

Mathematical?: She can do her basic maths that is needed for everyday life. 

Makes Decisions Based Mostly On Emotions, or On Logic?: Emotions and she knows it can be her downfall at times. 

Life Philosophy: Dance like nobody's watching. 

Religious Stance: Catholic.

Cautious or Daring?: A bit of both. 

Most Sensitive About/Vulnerable To: Her family being hurt.

Optimist or Pessimist?: A mix. 

Extrovert or Introvert?: Extrovert. 

RELATIONSHIPS:

Current Relationship Status: Single.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.

Past Relationships: None. (she leaves before committing).

Primary Reason For Being Broken Up With: She ghosts them. 

Primary Reasons For Breaking Up With People: They are getting too close and she is afraid to commit because of her issues. She doesn’t want to be a burden on others. 

Ever Cheated?: No.

Been Cheated On: Who knows. 

Level of Sexual Experience: Pretty high. 

A Social Person?: Yes. 

Most Comfortable Around: Amélie, Guillaume, & Jérôme.

Oldest Friend: For her, Guillaume. It’s not decades, but the first person she truly felt comfortable around and didn’t have to hide anything; except one little white secret. 

How Does She Think Others Perceive Her?: That she is well put together and has handled what happened that night in Porto Velho, putting it behind her. 

How Do Others Actually Perceive Her?: That they know she hasn’t dealt with it fully, but don’t know the extent of how bad it is. 

SECRETS:

Life Goals: To see the end of the Russians and Rutherfords. 

Dreams: To finally find peace from that night.

Greatest Fears: Losing those she cares about, especially Guilluame. 

Most Ashamed Of: Turning to drugs to cope. 

Secret Hobbies: Cross stitching.

Crimes Committed (Was he caught? Charged?): If you count taking drugs as a crime, then yes, and no she hasn’t been charged. If there were issues, she has people who have handled it for her. 

DETAILS/QUIRKS:

Night Owl or Early Bird?: Night Owl.

Light or Heavy Sleeper?: Light.

Favourite Animal: Iberian Wolf. 

Favourite Foods: Anything spicy.

Least Favourite Food: Anything with nuts since she is allergic to them. 

Favourite Book: Anything crime related, true or fictional. 

Least Favourite Book: Romance novels. 

Favourite Movie: The Godfather.

Least Favourite Movie: The Notebook. 

Favourite Song: Strangers in the Night - Frank Sinatra. 

Favourite Sport: Football Sl Benfica FC.

Coffee or Tea?: Tea.

Crunchy or Smooth Peanut Butter?: NEITHER!

Type of Car He Drives: BMW M2 - Frozen Portiamo Blue II Metallic. 

Lefty or Righty?: Left.

Favourite Color: All shades of blue. 

Cusser?: Big time cusser. 

Smoker? Drinker? Drug User?: Smoker - No. Drinker - Yes. Drug User - Yes

Biggest Regret: Leaving that night.

Pets: None. 

[lorata]

do any of the victors have piercings or is that seen as a purely capitol thing to do?

I actually did have a conversation about this when I got this ask and came to the conclusion that I don't .... think .... it's a super D2 thing?

not even that it's excessively Capitol™ (though obviously extensive body-modding is) but that you need to take out piercings when you fight and they fight ALL THE TIME

it's just not practical and they are a practical bunch

Selene likes shiny things so she does have earrings shaped like knives, but that's specifically for clubbing or whatever. and I do think Callista -- who also likes shiny things and stabbing -- probably routinely gets a bunch of ear piercings and then goes to remake to get them healed up as soon as she's bored with them and starts over

but mostly, not really. they're constantly sparring and training and chucking themselves at each other for fun, and it really isn't safe. AND YES these are people who routinely break bones during fun sparring time and think it's great, but there's a broken bone and there's ripping metal studs out of someone's face by accident, and that one gets a much worse instinctive wince

which is sad because I think aesthetically a lot of them would look great, but this is what happens when they're all super punchy

[rainbowbeanart]

❤️💙💛 Welcome to the Clowder Circus! ❤️💙💛

Sybil provides psychic services for the Clowder Circus and is most popular for her tea leaf readings. She has an extensive collection of teas from all over the world, and allows guests to pick whatever flavor they would like. Sybil believes that the conversation you have with someone over a cup of tea can reveal the deep spirituality within anyone. She and Callista met through the circus, but they have a bond as if they knew each other their whole lives. Sybil knitted Callista’s signature scarf, and Callista pierced Sybil’s ear, so the two of them wear matching jewelry.

Sybil was born premature and faces lifelong health complications as a result. She is an ambulatory wheelchair user, meaning she does not always require it, but a bad day can leave her unable to stand on her own making a wheelchair a necessary accommodation. Living her whole life disabled, she pushes herself in ways that most won’t recognize. She aims to be bright and pleasant but hides her own pain to avoid burdening others.

Sybil’s previous design can be seen below, as well as an up-to-date height chart. Sybil has been one of my favorite designs since the beginning, being based off of the bearded lady freak show trope, and there was very little I wanted to change. If anything, everything that changed was just a result of my style having minor changes over the last year.

I’m also working on designing her wheelchair, but it is taking a bit as I have had valuable input from wheelchair users on how to improve the design to be more accurate. Please have patience with me as I educate myself 🫶

[aalisalbrecht]

INFORMATION & STATISTICS FOR AALIS ALBRECHT

"Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures." — Henry Ward Beecher

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Full Name: Aalis Katherine Albrecht

Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Kat, Allie

Date of Birth: October 13th, 1140

Age: 45 (884)

Gender + Pronouns: Female, She/Her

Place of birth: 12th century France

Parents: Avice (†) & Gwenllian (†)

Siblings: Eldric, Thaddeus, Beatrice, Margaret, Cecilia, Edmund & Gideon (Older siblings; †)

Children: Callista Albrecht, Zachary Crawford (Son-in-Law)

Grandchildren: Marina Crawford

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Mixed; Aalis and her daughter Callista share a deeply affectionate yet complex bond, strengthened by their unconventional family dynamic. Despite a rocky start and Callista's troubled past, Aalis's unwavering support and pride in Callista's growth foster a relationship marked by mutual respect and understanding, even when tested by their differences. Aalis has a warm, nurturing bond with her granddaughter Marina, offering guidance, love, and support. She takes pride in Marina’s achievements and enjoys their affectionate, playful interactions. Their relationship is marked by shared joy and Aalis’s commitment to being a positive influence in Marina’s life. Aalis’s relationship with her son-in-law Zachary is polite but distant; she respects him for supporting Callista and being a good father to her granddaughter, though her protective nature makes her cautious and reserved.

Pets: None

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5′ 10″ (175 cm)

Build: Slender and graceful

Species: Hunter

Distinguishing Facial Features: A defined, symmetrical face with high cheekbones and a strong jawline

Hair Color: Dark Red

Usual Hair Style: Sleek, straight, kept shoulder-length with occasional curls

Eye Color: Green, Blue, Grey, depending on lighting and time of day

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birthmarks, scars): Fair to medium complexion

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): Occasional Anxiety, PTSD, Mild Chronic Pain

What do they consider their best feature?: Her striking red hair, it adds to her bold and commanding presence

Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: During one of her battles as a hunter, Aalis suffered a severe cut that resulted in a deep, disfiguring scar from a werewolf, which she keeps hidden under her tailored clothing.

APPEARANCE:

Favorite outfit: A classic black pencil skirt, a fitted black blazer, and stilettos

Glasses? Contacts?: None; If needed, she will use minimal, stylish reading glasses

Personal Hygiene: Impeccably clean and meticulous

Tattoos? Piercings?: Single ear piercings in both ears; a discreet, meaningful tattoo hidden on her upper arm of a symbol of protection

What does their voice sound like?: Her voice is authoritative and smooth with a commanding yet approachable tone

Accent?: Subtle and none specific

Unique mannerisms/physical habits: She has a habit of adjusting her clothing and/or straightening her posture when stressed

Left handed or right?: Right

Do they work out/exercise?: Regularly through yoga and strength training

BELIEFS & INTELLECT:

Known Languages: English, French, German, Latin, a little Spanish

Zodiac: Libra

Gifts/talents: Exceptional architectural skills, A keen strategic mind, Art and design, Has a knack for solving complex problems

Religious stance: Agnostic

Political stance: Libertarian-leaning but pragmatic

Pet peeves: Insubordination, Lack of punctuality, Disorganization

Optimist or pessimist: Realistically optimistic

Extrovert or introvert: Introvert

INTIMACY & RELATIONSHIPS:

Relationship status: Single

Sexual orientation: Demisexual

Ideal mate/qualities they look for in a mate: Looks for integrity, intelligence, resilience, and emotional depth. They should respect her independence and have a strong sense of self

Ever been in love?: Yes

What’s their love language?: Quality Time and Acts of Service

Most important person in their life?: Her daughter, Callista and granddaughter, Marina

VOCATION:

Level of education: Various Degrees and Certifications throughout her lifetimes

Profession: Architect

Past occupations: Midwife, Estate Manager, Military Strategist, Various Jobs throughout her lifetimes

Passions: Architecture, Art/Historical Preservation, Mentoring

Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Doing something she loves

SECRETS:

Phobias: Has a fear of losing loved ones and being unable to protect those she cares about

Life goals: To leave a lasting legacy through her architectural contributions, To ensure her family is well taken care of

Greatest fears: Experiencing the loss of her family again, Failing to protect those she loves

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: Aalis’s most embarrassing moment occurred during a high-profile architectural conference where she was a keynote speaker. As she was passionately discussing her latest project, her well-prepared presentation unexpectedly malfunctioned. The screen displayed an early, incomplete draft of her designs, revealing personal notes and sketches that were meant to be private. The room fell silent, and she felt a wave of heat rush to her face. Despite her attempt to remain composed, she stumbled over her words and struggled to regain her professional demeanor. The incident, though ultimately forgiven, haunted her because it exposed her meticulous planning and hidden vulnerabilities, things she usually kept under strict control

Something they’ve never told anyone: She once had a brief, intense romantic relationship in a past life that she has kept private due to the complex emotions it stirs

PREFERENCES:

Hobbies: Collecting rare books and antiques, Exploring historical sites, Indulging in fine wine-tasting

Favorite color: Deep red

Favorite smell: The aroma of aged red wine

Favorite food: Bouillabaisse

Favorite book: The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

Favorite movie: Inception

Favorite song: Adagio for Strings by Samuel Barber

Coffee or tea?: Coffee, particularly mixed with hot cocoa for a rich, indulgent flavor

Favorite type of weather: Crisp autumn days

Most used word or phrase?: “Precision is key”

EXTRAS:

MBTI: INTJ (The Architect) - INTJs are known for their strategic thinking and high standards, which align with Aalis's role as a main architect. Her dedication to building the city and her analytical approach to both her work and personal life fit the INTJ profile. They are also known for their independence and preference for keeping their emotions in check, which resonates with Aalis’s guarded nature and commitment to her profession

Alignment: Lawful Neutral - Aalis follows a strict personal code related to her work and life, reflecting a lawful alignment. Her role as an architect and her dedication to her adopted family show her commitment to structure and order. While she does care deeply for those close to her, her decisions are primarily guided by her principles and responsibilities

Enneagram: Type 1 (The Reformer) - Type 1s are principled, purposeful, and self-controlled, which aligns with Aalis's meticulous nature as an architect and her dedication to her work and family. Her desire to uphold high standards and her fear of making mistakes reflect the core traits of a Type 1

Celtic Tree: Oak - The Oak tree symbolizes strength, endurance, and resilience; qualities that align with Aalis's long life and her ability to rebuild and adapt through many lifetimes. It also represents wisdom and stability, mirroring her established role in the city and her dedication to her family

Temperament: Melancholic - Melancholic individuals are often thoughtful, detail-oriented, and serious, which fits Aalis’s professional and personal demeanor. Her tendency to keep her emotions hidden and her dedication to her work also align with the melancholic temperament

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw - Ravenclaw values intelligence, creativity, and knowledge, which match Aalis’s career as an architect and her role as a lecturer. Her strategic thinking and appreciation for structure and detail align well with the traits of Ravenclaw House

Element: Earth - Earth represents stability, practicality, and reliability; all qualities that resonate with Aalis’s role in architecture and her dedication to building and nurturing her family. Her grounded nature and her connection to the physical world through her work and life also align with this element

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Thank you for the tag @timetravelingmachine

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

No pressure tags 💜

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tag game 🤭

rules: color the sentence that's true about you

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

this is a whole lot of yellow lmfao

no pressure tags: @marthawrites @schniiipsel @aemonddtargaryen @aemondsbabe @adragonprinceswhore @arcielee @black-dread @lovelykhaleesiii @aemondsbabygirl @valeskafics @connorsui

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‘Murder?’ Cali asked, arching an eyebrow at Jamie. Part of her knew he was telling the truth, though she didn’t know why. And yet part of her rebelled at the accusation, simply because it was too much.

‘I know it seems crazy –’

‘Good.’

‘– but I’ve seen it.’

Cali’s insides flipped at that admittance.

‘We can stop this. It’s what Pippa was trying to do.’

‘And we’re in a better place to succeed?’ For once, there was a hint of incredulity in her voice that she couldn’t help. ‘Reeve’s an officer. He could –’

‘He was there.’

Cali shook her head, refused to accept those words even though she heard the apology in Jamie’s voice.

‘He didn’t do anything.’

‘That’s almost worse,’ she said, voice hollow. Her thoughts tried to stray to how much her best friend had changed. How jittery he’d been when she boarded. There were too many things to question. Too many distractions.

‘Doesn’t matter,’ she hastily said, not needing any more reassurances. It was a bridge she’d cross when she next saw Reeve. ‘What can we do?’

Jamie offered her a small, grateful smile. She just hoped they wouldn’t regret what they were about to do. But, that they’d live long enough to maybe get the chance to, at least.

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Ships Ahoy Perspective Character Introduction: Cali

Name: Callista Daphne Pierce

Nickname(s): Cali

Birthday: 27th of May

Age: 19 years old

Height: 163cm / 5’4’’

Dominant Hand: Left

Occupation: Employee on the Sacramentum

Species: Human

Faceclaim is Isis Hainsworth

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Story Tag

[gildedgaze]

Étienne looked solemn as he shook his head with pity,

“It’s a fate worse than death, if you ask me…”

Damen could help but stare at Étienne in utter bewilderment—what the hell was he talking about?

Callista noticed that Papa appeared particularly uncomfortable.

After prolonged silence Laurent said evenly,

“Theomedes is a greedy and proud ruler. His son proceeded to strike down my brother like a pig, that family had everything coming to them.”

His words were piercing as Callista’s heart sank. She knew he meant for them to hurt Damen.

Though the princess was aware of their precarious history, it was a wholly different experience, living through it now, in real time.

Chapter 11 of darling, i do up now 🖤https://archiveofourown.org/works/37072270/chapters/97097316

[starwarstbbfan]

THE BAD BATCH: THE RUNAWAY

Chapter 18 - Rescue... again.

"What are you doing here?" Crosshair snarked, prompting his brothers to leave the cockpit and crowd around him to see who he was talking to. Imagine their surprise to see a clone medic and Tech immediately recognized him as one of the main medics that took care of Callista during her weeks of recovery. Daredevil, he believed his name was.

He was the one Crosshair stopped Callista from attacking - said sniper almost smirked when he saw the faint scars on the reg's cheek from when Callista scratched him that same day when he gave her a shot of painkiller. While Lula helped Callista stay calm enough to allow the clone to come near her, the second the needle pierced her skin she lost it and scratched the Medic while shoving him away. 

"Always nice to see you too, Crosshair." Daredevil retorted, before nodding to the other three, "Sargeant, Tech, Wrecker." The three Bad Batchers nodded in return, but still were confused as to why he was paying them a visit. And he seemed to be on edge too, Crosshair noticed the way his eyes darted around the hanger and tense shoulders. "I, uh, I heard you guys have returned and have something to discuss with you. Privately."

"Is it about Scar?" Wrecker asked, quite loudly and it drew the attention of other clones in the hanger. Daredevil shushed him and asked if they could talk inside the ship. 

Everyone looked to Hunter, who stared Daredevil down, making the latter squirm under his gaze. 

Eventually he nodded and motioned for him to come inside. 

Daredevil did a once over of the main area of the ship and noted several health code violations just in that part of the ship, making him wrinkle his nose and he was regretting coming in. 

"What do you want to talk about?" Hunter asked, getting right to the point. Daredevil immediately became nervous once more and hesitated to say anything. 

"Spit it out, we don't have all day." Crosshair said, seeing Daredevil's hesitancy. 

"I'm guessing you've already been to the medical ward and saw that Callista- er Scar- wasn't there anymore." The four other clones perked up at the mention of the girl, then narrowed their eyes suspiciously at Daredevil, wondering what he knew. 

"Yeah…" Hunter said and Daredevil could see they were all suspicious, making him even more nervous. Nonetheless, he continued. 

"And all her records have been deleted. It's like she vanished in a sense." 

"Do you know what happened to her?" Hunter questioned, practically at the edge of his seat now and getting impatient.

"I do. I know the Prime Minister told you she'd start training again, but unfortunately that was a lie. She's become Nala Se's little science project. I can't sit by and let Callista be a human science experiment. You have to help her."

"Why us?" Crosshair questioned, taking a toothpick out of the little container attached to his belt and putting it in his mouth. 

"You guys are infamous for completing every mission you're assigned. You're the only ones I know who can pull this off."

"Even if we did save Callista, what are we supposed to do after that?" Hunter asked, not wanting to rush into this. Yes, they were fully capable of freeing Calli from whatever lab she was in, but in doing so they'd have the Kaminoans after them and probably the Republic. 

Daredevil, though, already had a plan. 

"Take her to the Jedi. Show them what the Kaminoans have done and they'll definitely put a stop to it." 

"That just might work." Tech said and Hunter found himself agreeing. 

"We can call Commander Cody!" Wrecker exclaimed, "And maybe talk with his General!" 

Daredevil smiled. "See, I knew I made the right decision to come to you guys. Now, I gotta get going - don't want anyone to get suspicious." After giving them the location of the lab he was sure Callista was in, Daredevil left the Bad Batch who now needed to come up with a plan to rescue their, as Wrecker put it, little sister.

They didn't care that they would be breaking rules and in a way going against the Republic, all they cared about was setting things right. The Bad Batch had been the ones to bring her to Kamino, now they needed to bust her out. 

The question is - how? 

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Callista lay motionless on the operating table - though she wasn't unconscious. No, she could open her eyes and sit up if she wanted to, but Callista found herself not having any motivation to do so. 

It's been four weeks since the Bad Batch left Kamino, and the second they were gone the Kaminoans moved her from the medical bay into a small, dark and cold room that contained an uncomfortable cot for her to sleep on with a thin blanket that barely helped keep her warm enough. There was no window, and only one single light bulb hung from the ceiling that gave out barely enough light to see anything - thank goodness for her good eyesight otherwise she'd be bumping into walls or the bed. 

It may sound like a nightmare, but even with the low temperature and lack of anything to do, Callista preferred being in there than where she was now. The operating table she lay on was where most of the experiments were conducted. It would either be a Kaminoan working on her or she'd be in the surgical pod - thankfully for those procedures she'd be knocked out. 

It might seem out of character for Callista to be allowing the Kaminoans to turn her into a science experiment. Why hasn't she escaped. The truth was that she'd attempted several times but failed. The first two times she'd made it to the hanger but got caught before she could steal a ship. The next three attempts were even less successful, and after the sixth try, Callista finally gave up. It was as if her mind and body finally just shut down, refusing to continue moving forward. 

She'd been on the run for five years, always on edge and never able to truly relax, or knowing what the next day would bring. It's definitely taken its toll, and her body can't take it anymore. 

It didn't help that her already low self esteem was brought even lower. The way the Kaminoans treated her just reminded her of what she really was. Callista came off as confident to strangers, and would tell herself she was superior to everyone around her. But that was a mask to hide what she truly felt. Deep down, Callista knew she was kidding herself. She knew what she really was. As Nala Se put it, she was Kaminoan property, nothing more than a meat droid created for the purpose of war. If she died in battle, the Kaminoans wouldn't mourn her - and neither would anyone else. She was nothing and would always be nothing. Such was the sad reality Callista came to accept. 

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By the next morning, the Bad Batch had come up with a plan and were ready to put it to action. 

Since the ship had some repairs to be done, it wouldn't make the Kaminoans suspicious as to why they were on Kamino in the first place. That would be their cover. 

It was decided that Tech would stay behind to work on the ship while Hunter and Crosshair went to fetch Calli. They didn't plan on using any weapons. Tech would tap into the Kaminoan Systems and shut down the power in the designated area, which would allow Hunter and Crosshair to slip in under the cover of darkness to retrieve Callista. With Crosshairs enhanced eyesight and Hunter's enhanced senses the dark won't slow them down one bit. 

You may wonder how they plan on getting Callista to the ship without being seen. Well, since they needed to restock on weapons, Wrecker would make a stop to the armory and pick up a couple of crates - one of which Callista will hide in once he meets up with said girl and his brothers. They'd casually make their way to the ship and hopefully no one will stop them.

Let's just hope this plan works. 

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Crosshair and Hunter walked side by side, doing their best to appear casual as they wandered through the halls. They didn't head directly to the room Daredevil told them Callista would be in, so if the Kaminoans were watching them they wouldn't suspect anything. 

Calli would be in her room until around midday when she'd be taken to some lab that would be harder to break into which is why time was of the essence. They were already behind because Wrecker had to help Tech the ship and therefore couldn't head to the armory which was a critical part of the plan. 

Once Hunter and Crosshair were in position, the former discreetly took out a comm device to contact the Marauder.

"Tech, how much longer?" The Sargeant questioned urgently, already getting weird looks from regs and other personnel that walked past the pair, wondering why they were standing there. 

"I was just waiting for you're comm. The power should shut down in three...two...one… now!" 

The lights turned off and engulfed the hallways in darkness. Hunter, with his enhanced hearing, could hear the commotion start as everyone wondered what happened to the power. 

"Let's go." Hunter said to Crosshair and the sniper nodded and followed Hunter down a long hallway that only had one door at the end of it. 

Since the power was off, Hunter and Crosshair had to force the door open and Hunter wished he'd asked Wrecker to come with him because he could open this door easily. They could wait for him to get here, but Hunter knew that wouldn't be wise, they were already pushing their luck as it is. Tech predicted they'd have only two or three minutes max before the backup power would be turned on. 

It took about one minute for the two clones to get the door open, and Hunter cursed to himself for it taking so long. Taking out his flashlight, Hunter turned it on and shined it into the room. 

Calli, who'd been lying in her bed, squinted when the light shined in her eyes and groaned to show her annoyance. 

"Calli, you need to get up." Hearing the familiar voice of the Sergeant, Callista immediately shot up into a sitting position and tried to see if her ears were decieving her. She saw the familiar face that was half covered in a skull tattoo but she still wasn't convinced that it was really him. 

"Oh great I'm hallucinating." Callista muttered and she rubbed her eyes before looking at the door once more. Nope, still there. What's happening? 

While Callista tried her best to process the present situation with a foggy mind, Hunter pulled out the comlink once more and said Wrecker's name before questioning where he was. 

"I'm just around the corner Sarge." Wrecker informed, which made Hunter feel a little better, but the fact that Callista was only staring at him with a dazed expression, not moving like he told her to, made him tense once more. 

Sighing, he handed Crosshair the flashlight and walked across the room, which was only about twenty feet from the door to the bed. Hunter noticed that she no longer had the cybernetic leg, at least not all of it - it seemed like the foot had been removed along with the cybernetic hand. 

Great. Deciding that it would be easier for her and faster, Hunter moved to put one arm under her legs and other around her middle. 

Being lifted seemed to snap Callista out of the dazed reverie she'd been in - and that wasn't necessarily a good thing. 

The weeks of experiments - borderline torture - had taken its toll on her mind and because of this she didn't realize she was being rescued. In her confused state it didn't register that Hunter was helping her - all she comprehended was that Hunter was picking her up and somehow she equated that with he was taking her to the lab. The thought of someone she'd somewhat grown comfortable with had betrayed her seemed to cause her to reach a breaking point. Callista began thrashing around in Hunter's arms while screaming and begging him to let her go.

Hunter couldn't focus on what she was saying, instead he worried that this whole mission will fall apart if she didn't quiet down. 

He tried telling her to stop being so loud, but this only prompted her to scream louder and she blindly tried swinging her fist to punch him, which he thankfully dodged.

Crosshair, ever the quick thinker, swiftly came over to grab Hunter's blaster - setting it to stun before aiming at Callista's thrashing form and pulling the trigger. 

Immediately the room fell silent and it took Hunter a second to process what just happened and when it hit him he surprisingly wasn't upset. He was relieved if he was being honest. 

With Callista no longer resisting help, it was easy to set her in the crate - Wrecker had thankfully arrived at the right time - and after putting an oxygen mask on her so she wouldn't suffocate, Wrecker put the lid on and they began making their way back to the ship. 

By the time the lights had turned back on, they were a good distance away from Callista's prison - and Wrecker had made sure to close the door so no one would suspect anything.

Once they were back on the ship, Tech began firing up the Havoc Marauder. By the time the Kaminoans found Callista's room empty, they'd already jumped to hyperspace and were well on their way to meet up with Commander Cody and his General, Obi-Wan Kenobi. 

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Continue to Chapter 19

[ladystraud-pixels]

Callista: "You are here..."

Pierce: "I had nothing better to do, you know"

Callista: "If you have any doubts, now is the time to say it"

Pierce: "No doubt and I don't believe in divorce, Bon Bon. Do you want to marry me anyway?"

Callista: "I'm here for this"

Pierce: "I do"

Callista: “I do”

Pierce: "Can I kiss the bride now?"

@aniraklova​

[lorata]

How does Emory and Callista interact as we never see them -mostly- together since they are both on the other side of the line?

i was absolutely POSSESSED by this ask, congratulations

Seven in the morning, a crisp bite in the air, leaves crunching under Emory’s boots, blue sky peeking through the yellow aspen overhead, and the sharp tang of fresh blood in the air. She’s already slapped a hand against her side, empty, before her mind can process the scene in front of her: Callista, balanced on a boulder, with a knife the size of her forearm and the corpse of a squirrel splayed out on the rock.

Say something, one part of her brain shrieks. Run! screams another. The rest is too busy flooding her body with alarm chemicals and useless reflexes to grab for a sword that isn’t there to do anything coherent or useful.

“I’m so sorry ma’am,” Emory’s mouth says in the vacancy, “but you ain’t doing that right.”

Well. She had a good run, making it out through an Arena she was meant to die in. Makes sense she’d bite it on the trails three months out because she can’t keep her mouth shut.

Callista unfurls, long limbs and narrow eyes, but the knife disappears. Emory didn’t even see her do it, but the glint of metal in the morning light is gone. “What’s that, infant?”

Her heart hammers in her throat and the stink of blood fills her nostrils but it’s not Arena memories that swim to the surface, it’s a rifle nocked against her shoulder and large hands over hers guiding the point of her knife. “I mean, Reap me if I’m wrong, but you lose half the hide that way. Those cuts, I mean. Fishing lures, I guess, but that’s about all.” Callista’s still studying her, eyes piercing, and damn it all, she jumped, didn’t she, no backing down now. “And if you’re killing for sport then that’s a real waste, begging your pardon.”

One perfectly manicured eyebrow creeps up, then another. “And what do you do with dead squirrels, little one?”

Emory’s taller than Callista and her arms are half again as thick, but sure, okay. She is the baby of the Village, so fair enough. “Eat them,” she says, and doesn’t curl her hands into fists even though she knows what’s coming and she should have known better, how many years of quarry-mocking did she go through in Residential, how many noses did she have to grind into the mats, and Brutus told her she could lose the Capitol-standard behind these gates but that just meant she’d let her guard down. “They’re good protein in a pinch. And you can use the hides for any old thing, we’ll be here to next Reaping Day if I stand here and list ‘em all. You could make a sheath for that knife, for starters.”

Callista’s head tips to the side with incredible precision. “Fascinating. Your mentor never shared this with me. I presume this is quarry wisdom.”

The Program teaches basic field-dressing, but the kind that gets you animals ready to eat over a fire without catching diseases from their insides, not how to get the hide off in one piece. Brutus doesn’t talk about his family much but she’s pretty sure they were miners, not Peacekeepers, and didn’t have a gun at home. Emory knows that isn’t the reason though. “Reckon he didn’t think it was his place, ma’am.”

The twitch at the corner of Callista’s mouth feels like a victory, though Emory couldn’t begin to explain why. “I think we both know better. Come, little one, I want you to show me.”

“Uh.” Emory squints at the mess of squirrel on the rock. “Think that one’s pretty near finished. Ma’am.”

“Call me ma’am one more time, fetus, and I will return you to your mentor in a mason jar,” Callista says smoothly. Emory huffs out a startled laugh, but takes the point. Ma didn’t take kindly to ma’am-ing from strangers either. “And that is not what I meant.”

She holds out a knife — not the one she used for skinning, symmetrical and perfectly balanced for throwing. In the tree above her, a squirrel’s irritated chatter suddenly sounds louder than the Arena’s cannon boom. Emory goes still. Callista gives her that intent look again. “Or not?”

It’s a squirrel. It’s not a person. And she can make its death mean something, instead of pointless waste. Emory squares her shoulders and plucks the knife from Callista’s fingers. “I’m fine,” she says, and squints up at the branches, tracking her shot.

A clean hit, right to the eye. She doesn’t even have to chase it down.

***

Callista knocks on her door the next morning, an enormous bag dripping red onto the welcome mat. “I hear you make jam?”

Emory stares at the bag in low, creeping horror. “Uh —“

Callista clicks her tongue. “Honestly, never seen a raspberry, what even are the quarries? Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Do we need to send out for the jars?”

“No, I — got stuff,” Emory says, her brain catching up in a scramble. “Jam?”

“When I tried it I got soup,” Callista says. She drops the berry-bleeding bag onto Emory’s counter and Emory’s brain dies a little bit. “Odin says you’re the one to ask.”

“Cornstarch,” Emory says without thinking. “Yeah, I can … teach you?”

“Wonderful.” She drops down onto the counter stool and waves a hand, magnanimous. “Teach away.”

Brutus never told her anything about this. “Sure,” Emory says. First squirrels, now jam. Why the hell not.

[xvi-the-tower]

Amaranth:

Aster:

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(It’s now canon that Jasmine has a lip piercing)

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