This cautious yet ambitious igni is thought to be crazy;
always wearing those skulls and being somewhat melodramatic can, and surely
will, make others think "Yep. This fella is bonkers.", but deep
down, she just wants to bring her beloved felines back from
the dead. Her honesty can scare
both other ignis and humans, especially when asked about
those skulls and bones she wears and her moody
and often aggressive nature does
not help in changing one's mind on the matter.
Calypso's a loner; the only company
she can bear are only cats. Any kinds of them.
She's often seen walking alone, looking for ingredients and working
on her brews and potions either in her home or out in the public.
She's confident in whatever she does
and would never stop till she gets over an obstacle that's in her way!
How do they feel about being called a witch?
"Oh my, what a bother that is. Would you enjoy being called something
so derogatory, even when only half of what you're doing really is witchcraft?
Humpfh. I just can't stand being labeled "the witch of the town".
My goal is a far more noble one: to bring back my long lost companions!
My dear sweet Mr. Paws... My fluffy Ms. Furfur... My kinda stupid yet lovable Rusty...
Call me a crazy catlady or a Catromancer, but please, for the love of everything.
Do not. Call. Me. A witch."
What's up with the skulls?
"Curious, now, aren't you?
I can assure you that these skulls are, in fact, real. They belong to those kitties who
helped me through tough times. These three are my most precious of the cats I've
had over the years I've spend in this world; this is Mr. Paws (she points at the skull
closest to her head), this is Ms. Furfur (she says, pointing at the one behind the first)
and this (she pokes the third skull) here is Rusty.
Bringing them back is not as hard as with the others, since I'm so attached to them...
But they always want to be with me! Not that I blame them, the poor things, they must
be missing their mommy so much!
These skulls come alive at night. I've managed to recover their souls
and now they live attached to their skulls, tied together by the red thread. They can't
really move, they only float in one place so far and they're like balloons; I pull
them after me with that red string they're attached to.
Now, I've gotta get back to work, but before I do that, here's a question from me:
WHAT'RE YA DOIN' IN MY HOUSE?
GET OUT, NOW."
