Hi, I'm Scarlett! I roleplay quite a bit here on CS; I am on more than my own good. I am unfortunately a non-owner, and it's my art dream to get a Kia. I think I've found my dreamie! When I first laid eyes on this one, I felt an instant connection.
This beauty's name is Callista (kal ISS tah). The Greek meaning of this name would be and is 'Most Beautiful'. In my mind, she is this. And since her name originates from Greece, she is of Greek heritage and origin, having lived there herself. She shares a name with actress Calista Flockhart, respectively.
Gender~ Female
Birthdate~ December 3rd, 1991
Age~ 19 years
Zodiac~ Sagittarius ♐
Weight~ 115 pounds
Height~ '5"8 ft
Lucky Number~ 14
Nationality~ Greek
Fav Color~ Crystal blue, same as eyes
Fav Book~ Grimm's Household Tales
Fav T.V Series~ Once Upon a Time
Fav Movie~ Something Borrowed
Smell~
Callista smells distinctly like raspberries, due to the fact that she uses a special shampoo on her fur. She also eats them a lot, being one of her favorite fruits.
Sexual Orientation~
Callista is actually pansexual, believe it or not. She came to terms with this at around eighth grade. It really doesn't matter to her what gender she chooses to date. What matters is if they have a personality suited for her, and if they can handle her enough to stick around. But she doesn't favor in being called a lesbian - there are many other, less blunt ways to describe her potential interest in both genders, including other women.
Interests~
Callista loves to steal. Truly, she does; she gathers up her group of friends and hits a random spot in town almost twice a week. She also likes to hang out with them and talk, but they mostly talk about their next bad deed, which sometimes irritates her. Fitting in doesn't always have perks, it seems.
But when she is alone, Callista loves to go through her books, as she is still somewhat into them, especially the old Grimm's hardcover from her grandmother.
((See Interview))
Callista's Playlist wrote:Mr. Know it All ~ Kelly Clarkson
Fix You ~ Coldplay
Raise Your Glass ~ P!nk
So What ~ P!nk
Into the Ocean ~ Blue October
Blown Away ~ Carrie Underwood
Titanium ~ David Guetta ft. Sia
Already Gone ~ Kelly Clarkson
The Black Keys ~ Howlin' for You
Maroon 5 ~ Payphone
Maroon 5 ~ She will be Loved
Princess of China ~ Coldplay
Do it like a Dude ~ Jessie J
Callista's Quotes wrote:"I'll bet you have better things to do than to stare at me."
"You know, its polite to actually answer a question when someone asks you one."
"I happen to be one of those people who believe in a stupid question."
"Believe it or not, sometimes life is gonna bite you in the butt. But you can't give up easily. Just roll with the punches, and I promise, things will get better."
"Problem?"
Callista is not who you think. She's not that stereotypical good girl, like her looks may give off. No, she's a rebel at heart. Sure, she has stolen from places before, but it's the feeling in it. She just gets a rush that's unplaceable when she's up to no good.
But she knows when to stop. If, for example, a friend wanted to hijack her old granny's car, she'd put her paw down. In her heart, Callista is a very understanding person, if you get down that far. She might have some bad friends, and she might stick her nose in the wrong place from time to time, but give her a chance.
Callista can be very boisterous to some. She can get arrogant, somewhat, and takes a little too much pride in her actions, good or bad. She is a somewhat charismatic person, and a bit of a flirt. But behind closed doors, she's very gentle and almost the opposite of this.
You're probably wondering, 'Why's she so weird?' But the problem is that Callista is self-conflicted. She is just trying to fit into her social group when she's doing bad things. But away from her group of friends, or 'gang' she calls them, she has a whole 'nother personality. She is really a sweet girl when she's not with her peers, when she feels pressured. Callista would be embarrased if, for yet another example, her bad friends found her watching her favorite chick flick while scanning through Grimm's Fairy-Tales. Her soundtrack up there has a very conflicted (like her personality) mixture of genres.
Callista also has a very low rating of self-esteem.
I guess you could say that she has a dual-personality syndrome, if you get what I mean. But this isn't exactly true. She's just a young Kia trying to fit in. If you're in school now-a days, you might think that's it's hard to fit in with your peers. Callista's just kinda learning that the hard way.
Callista is a born-and-raised Greek girl. She lived on the outskirts of Athens at one point in her life, but she eventually moved to the States. A tinge of a Greek accent still lingers in her voice when she speaks.
((I shouldn't be saying this, and Callista would kill me if she knew; she has a pretty big crush on Blake, and fantasizes him a lot in her daydreams.))
Likes~
~String Instruments
~Fairy-Tales
~Atttention
from peers
~Italian Pastas
~Fireworks
~Snow
~Sometimes amusing
arguments
~Wild Birds
~Privacy
~Tea
Dislikes~
~Disrespect
~Ignorance
~Liars
~Hail
~Mexican Food
~Steaming Hot Weather
~Rock Concerts
~Alcohol
~Racism
~Coffee
~Squeaky shoes
~High-pitched voices
Callista was born on a cold winter's day, in the heart of winter, by the outskirts of Athens, Greece. Her mother fell in love with the little Kia instantly, christening her Callista, claiming her to be 'most beautiful' as the name means in Greek.
So, Callista and her mother lived in a small cottage outside of Athens for several years - a bachelorette pad, if you would. Her father had joined the military and was out over-seas at that time. Callista didn't have a problem with this; her mother was afraid that her child would have no-daddy issues, but her father's absence didn't faze her. Her mother gave her enough love for both parents combined.
Callista was a quiet but lonely child, not making many friends. She was shy and afraid of making mistakes in school or in front of other Kias. So she kept to herself as a little school-girl.
Many a time, little Callista would find her mother crying, grieving over how long her husband had been away, absent from their daughter's life. It didn't matter where this was happening; Callista would curl around her mother, breathing in the scent of her sweet fur, and murmuring faint, encouraging complements and motivators, which usually cheered her mother right up.
One day, Callista's old granny, who had long since been in a rocking chair, passed down to her a book of Grimm's Fairy-tales. She immediately poured into it, getting hooked. Out of this, her reputation as a bookworm was born, and she was never able to keep a book out of her hands for long periods of time at that point.
But as she kept up her shy, quiet, and book-lover demeanor, bullies got into the situation. At first, it was minor; a tad of name-calling and teasing was introduced. Bullying wasn't as big of an issue with schools and the government, etc., back then, but it mattered so much to her. Callista wore her heart on her sleeve back then, so she would burst into tears at the teasing. Her mother tried to stop it, but the bullies were relentless. And it kept getting worse.
One day, at the age of fourteen, Callista sat on her bed, thinking about her newly-earned feathers that were gained while rescuing a blue-jay the previous day. Getting past that after a while, her mind lingered to the bullying, which had recently resulted in violence. Callista sat up, thinking intensely. Why be good if it doesn't pay off? Why do people take it for granted, and bully her instead? Then it hit her. No more nice girl. She looked out the window at the gathering stars. "I've got to be a bad girl. That'll show them!" She said aloud, slightly giggling at the thought of going against her nature like this. "No more nice Kia," she murmured with eerie laughter.
It all started with the stealing. Simple things at first; her mother's gold-encrusted watch, a lot more food off proportion with her diet, and other knick-knacks. She started to get a weird feeling after every small theft. Not fear... adrenaline. Anticipation. A pleasant rush of excitement. Eventually, she started snatching things from a local store, a spare thing or two off the teacher's desk at school. Her mother got complaint after complaint. Try as she did, she couldn't come to an agreement with her daughter. All they did now was bicker. After a few months, she had enough; she moved off to the United States with her daughter in tow, hoping that she would find alternatives to her harmful activities in the land of opportunity.
It was a cold Thursday in October. Colder than usual, some said. Callista trudged into the entrance of the middle school, her long, curly hair covered in raindrops. A slight sprinkle had hit her at the bus stop; apparently, it hadn't soaked into her scalp yet. Maybe God felt sorry for her, she thought. Her mother had gotten a call that morning before she had went on her way to the street corner combined bus pick-up stop, the monotone voice on the other end relaying the latest news on her father's condition and whereabouts; He had been severely injured on the field. She walked to her locker, looking down as she tried to hold back tears. She combed her paw through her hair, smoothing out some of the moisture. As she passed the group of bullies she heard them sneering in her direction. She sighed as she opened up her locker and got the supplies required for her first period class, Home Ec.
Callista still had her head facing the floor as she walked into her Home Ec. class, taking her seat. "Today we will be continuing with our aprons. Everyone get out your supplies and go ahead and thread your machines. Get to work, these are due next week!" Callista listened to the instructor, one corner of her lips bending down. What a fabulous start to her fabulous day, she thought as she got out her spool of turquoise thread and her bobbin. She headed to her table and set the fabric under the needle of the old sewing machine, trying to actually have patience with her project today. Mid-line, however, the needle jammed, and the darned machine make a mechanical groan, much to the dismay of Callista. "Why today, out of all of them?!" she moaned aloud, catching the eye of a few peers for a split second. She set her head on her paws, trying to breath regularly, trying to hold in the tears. But they came anyways, as she emitted a slight, whining squeak. She wiped away the droplets on her face, her heart still in a slight arrhythmia from her internal panic-session. As she composed herself, though, one of the bullies that happened to be in this class walked by. The brute, twice her size, flashed a smug smile as he mocked her sad tone.
Rage bubbled inside of Callista, seething out into the air as she gritted her teeth, making a low growl. He looked back and stopped, padding back to her table with the stupid smile still plastered to his muzzle. He lifted an eyebrow, looking down at her. "What's the matter, bookworm? You mad? You mad, huh?" She looked up at him, her face slightly contorted from her anger. "Go. Now." She growled through clenched teeth, glancing at the whole mass of pupils staring at them now. He stood his ground, still enjoying his moment of glory. "No. Who gave you the right to boss me around, wimp?"
No one expected this coming. Most people thought that Callista was the shy, loner Kia, always in the back of the pack. Not now.
Before she realized what she was doing, Callista jumped to her paws, her teeth gritting. She snarled and grabbed the bully by the neck fur, pulling his face up until it was mere centimeters from hers. She cursed, puffing her hot breath into his face as she spitted with fury. "Back. Off. I'm tired of you firing your stupid insults at me, you coward. It sickens me just looking at your pathetic face. I'm about ready to land a blow of my paw up your shnozz. Hard. So pick on someone your own size. In fact, just stop picking on people altogether. This is your only warning, before I get really ticked off. So, buzz off. Now. Capiche?" By then, she was almost strangling him, the way her paw and foreleg were fastened around his neck. He yelped as she suddenly let go, putting down her paw as he scurried away.
The teacher had seen the ordeal from her desk. She padded over to Callista, angered. "Detention, young lady. After school, right here. I never thought I would see something like that come from you," she said with disgust, handing her a pink slip. But just as she was heading back to her desk, she saw the class bad-boy in the back of the room, glancing in her direction. He was probably here to kill time, as a blow-off class. He nodded his head and winked, maybe slightly impressed. She slightly smiled. Finally, some positive attention.
Come after-school hours, she padded to the detention room, looking down at the card with a sense of entitlement. She took a seat at the back of theroom, slightly scared because of her first detention. After a while, though, she got comfortable, having propped her feet up on her desk boredly. Coincidentally, the bad-boy who had witness the skirmish in her first-period class was in the room, looking at her. He eventually scooted up to the seat next to her, smiling. "You had some guts to do something like that in the classroom. That kid was a coward; he needed to learn a lesson." A sly smirk crept up on her face at this. Turning to him, she nodded. "Thanks. I just couldn't take it any more..." He looked down, as if thinking. He shot up. "I've been watching you; you've got a lot of good spirit. Care to join me and my buddies in the alley behind the bar, say, tomorrow night?" She hesitated, thinking. She's been waiting for an opportunity to look like a bad girl. "...Sure!" The seemingly kind brute held his paw up in the air. When she didn't do anything, he looked at her expectantly. "Ever heard of a high-five?" She jolted up, remembering it instantly at the sound of the word. A little bit hesitantly, her paw collided with his with a clap.
So, let's start with a cliché for all interviews - Favorite food?
"That's a bit too general for my liking, sir. But I am in love with raspberries. And, believe it or not, I love Italian food. Isn't that weird, coming from a Greek?"
Mhmm... What are your pet peeves, going completely off subject?
"Well, I'm not exactly a fan of disrespectful Kias. Oh, and people who crack their paws and necks... it's just so revolting, in my opinion."
Got any phobias?
"Hmm... I am absolutely terrified of elevators. You never know when something could go wrong with anything in that bloody machine.. Hey, I've heard of people dying due to a screwed up elevator!"
Okay... Going back to clichés again... What's your favorite season?
"Well, that's pretty easy! I love winter! I was born at that point in the year, so I guess it could be a sentimental feeling. But seeing the snow and feeling it sprinkle on your pelt... it sends delightful shivers up my spine."
What's your philosophy, or favorite saying?
"I heard one just recently that sparked my interest. 'A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.' I like the sound of it, and I think it means to keep moving forward or something."
Do you happen to ship anything or fandom?
"Well, you've probably never heard of it, but I'll tell you anyways. I like to see the Snowing pairing on Once Upon a Time. I know, its cliché, but some of their moments are pretty cute. And the backstories about her being a vagabond were awesome."
So, do you have any talents?
"...What, my looks aren't good enough? Nah, I'm joshing you. But I can play the violin. I usually take it out to parties, and play for the guests. They must think I'm pretty good, because I usually get good tips for my 'unofficial' performances."
I see. What about relationships?
"Well, I'm single right now. But I'm crushing, and I am not prepared to tell the whole world who it is. But I can try to look into a relationship, as long as they, whoever it is who is interested, can actually stick around."
Do you look up to any other Kias, as of now?
"Mhmm. Recon is a pretty cool chick, in my opinion."
Okay. Favorite holiday, perhaps?
"Christmas. Not because of the presents, I'm not that greedy. But watching the little Kias receive gifts is pretty cute. And, of course, making others' day by giving them something to look forward to, like a performance, or a present. My presents are usually home-made."
Heads or Tails?
"Tails. People say heads way too much; the notion that the heads side always wins due to uneven proportion doesn't bother me. I just have a gut feeling that tails is the key."
If you ended up stranded on a deserted island, what three items would you have with you?
"I would have an endless supply of raspberries, a laptop with wifi, and my fiddle. That'd last me, maybe, a few years, at best."
Would you rather be a cyborg, or a mutant Kia?
"Totally a cyborg! Have you ever realized how many gadgets and do-dads you could hide with a robotic hand?"
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Honestly, this was my biggest form I've ever done, with many generous people helping me with art and critiques. It was basically like a team effort. <3
I'd like to thank the awesome HellBabe for the full-body art by her stats, under her name.
And I'd like to thank Minene Uryuu for their spectacular work on the anthro version of Callista, and the tail siding her history.
You guys are awesome, just thank you. <3
The rest of the art is by me, though its not as good. I swear, I couldn't do digital art if my life depended on it. XD
The fonts belong to Fontmeme; all songs on her playlist belong to their rightful owners, as listed. 
