Cale Pasithea

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

An angular face, high cheekbones, green eyes that hold a piercing stare, the woman is clearly from some sort of noble stock. But she looks much too young for how relaxed she is. There’s no tension, her smile is perpetually gentle, her movements are leisurely graceful, as though her body remembers a time when it was required to be much, much more than she is. Wine-red hair is kept short and loose, though it’s long enough to be pulled into a short ponytail when required. For a human, she’s not particularly tall, standing at 5 foot, 3 inches. Clothing wise, her fare is simple elegance. Everything had been finery, at some point, well maintained and well-kept down to her quiver and her cloak. She’s not much for jewelry, save a ring fitted to her left middle finger, and an earring, both simple fare despite the faded finery she’s dressed in. Her speech is careful, and her shoulder is perpetually occupied by at least three minuscule hummingbirds, though this swarm of spirits seem to pop up anywhere it’s convenient, in the folds of clothing, the hood of a cloak, on the tips of her arrows.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Truth be told, Cale doesn’t remember a good portion of her history, nor much of a desire to uncover too much of it. She was a creature of the night, brought up in their twisted courts, a vampiress of peerless cunning and wit, that much she remembers. Her more recent memories are waking up on a bed of flowers, being serenaded by birds. She remembers chasing the creature that coaxed them into it, an ancient fury taking hold every time her new body failed her. Idriell represented a new start. Perhaps some answers, but ultimately she couldn’t abide sitting idle.